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Sex With Strangers.

ritcheydrew on Gay Stories

Just how long can a guy go without sex with another person?
This build up... no story goes without that you know;-)
I was having a VERY dry  spell. Spending lots of time at bars looking for any female pardner with very little luck. Usually it was a regular bar-fly that would occasionally look my way. But it never went more than fooling around in the parking lot.
So I spent most of my time after the bars online going to chat rooms.
Going to straight chat rooms usually was so frustrating that I'd end up in gay rooms just because I know one thing for certain. If you are horny enough, you will try anything to cum. And that was the epiphany I had. I was horny enough, how far would I go to satisfy my urge's?
I have an oral fixation. I love oral sex. My very first time
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with oral sex was with a girl (of course) but it wasn't my choice. She basically told me if I didn't spend time sucking her off, then it was over between us. And of course, I didn't want to loose her, so I did what I was told. That was the birth of my oral fixation. I now prefer giving oral sex more than the actual act itself. I like to serve rather t han be served. Plain and simple.
So being in a dry spell, I live out some fantasies online with other guys just as desperate to cum as I am. But for me, I'm building up the courage to make that step. I want to find out what it's like to actually suck another guys cock. To bring another guy to climax. How far would I have to go to actually do it, and could I?
I've never been with a guy, and the thought of going 'gay' is not my thing. But as it turned out, the easiest target to go for was in fact, a gay guy.
Most guys, including myself get to a point that they don't care what is getting them off, as long as they can rationalize it as their choice. For example, if a straight guy is down between their legs, sucking their cock... they will call them names and be abusive at times to ease their own minds that they, themselfs are not gay.
I had to break my own ideas of what was 'gay' and what was just an urge.
So, I'm at the bar, hanging with my room mate (my sister in law) and I have made friends with lot's of people there, including a gay guy. Matt is VERY gay, has the voice, the dress, the attitude.. you don't need Gay-dar to tell who he is. Me and Matt are friendly enough that no one really cares much or thinks anything about it. He shares our table, buys drinks and dance's with other girls. But I have plans for him.
This is a blow by blow (no pun intended) of what happened.
One night when I'm perfectly drunk, I invite him to hand out at my place. I picked a night when I knew my room mate wouldn't be home of course. So he shows up, and I am nicly drunk. Booze to lubricate the mind! I offer him a drink, and all the while am a-buzz with what I want to do. Because up till that very night, I never hit on him or expressed any desire to have sex with him. All he knew is I just wanted to hang out with him. So it's not too lighted in my apartment, he's sucking on a beer... and I'm sitting next to him on the sofa. We had some small chat, and he's being very receptive to everything I say. Refecting back, I bet he thought he was seducing me. Not the case.
For me, it was buring in my mind... "What do guys want?" I wanted to suck cock. "What will we do to get what's our obsession?" Act on it.
And that's what I did.
I'm buzzed, look at him and told him i wanted to suck his cock. Plain and simple. He kinda leaned back and slouched on the sofa, and I took matters in my own hands.
I opened his pants. He lifted his hips, and I pulled them to his knees. At the time he wasn't hard, but that didn't stop me. NOW OR NEVER.. DO IT DO IT DO IT.. Was racing through my head over and over.
So I did. I sucked up his soft fleshy cock into my  mouth. I instantly loved it. I can't tell you how it felt so natural. His flesh tasted like mine. We were the same, and as I pleasured him, it was me that was in heavan! His soft cock rolled in my mouth, I could feel his heartbeat as it grew. My only dissapointment was in it's size fully erect. I was hoping to be overwhelmed with cock.. but his was a very modest 4 inches. I could deep throat him with ease.
As I sucked him down to the base, I placed his hand on the back of my head letting him control how deep and hard. I took his other hand and put it under my chin so he could use my head as a fuck tool. I have developed a fetish for being used to make others (up till then only girls) cum before I would, it in essance, be a tool for orgasms. Now I was being used by this guy to get off.
I really loved it. But my experience was short lived. I sucked his cock for almost a half hour before he wanted to try it on me. I let him get between my legs and play with my cock, but much to my shame I was a bit too drunk and couldn't get hard, and honestly, I didn't want him on me. I wanted him to use me. So after a few minutes, I made him give up and that was that.
My first cock sucking experience.
We remained friends ever since then. He actually came over another night because I gave him a rain check for a real blowjob. I wanted him to get off. And because he didn't my first night, mostly because he said he wanted to make it last! I laughed at him and told him that the next time he came over, to forget all the "think of other things so you don't cum" routines... and that I just want to suck your cock hard and fast so you can just cum.
He did come back and cum the very next week.

To Be Concluded.

ritcheydrew@yahoo.com

The first of many confessions.

My Best Friend's Homecoming

stray0897 on Gay Stories


The walk from Penn Street to Candle Lane had made me anxious. I noticed that even now, as I waited for someone to answer the door, my hands were shaking.

The door opened and I jumped slightly. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Adams. How're you?"

The woman stepped aside and allowed me to enter. "I'm doing just wonderfully. It's so nice to see you, Larry," she said as she gave me a hug. I had always been a second son to her, ever since Mike had brought me home when we were sophomores in high school. "Mike is upstairs," she said as she let me go.

"Thanks," I said with a smile as I began to make my way up the stairs.

"Oh, Larry, would you like to sta
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y for dinner?" Mrs. Adams asked me. "We're having stuffed peppers. I know you're a vegetarian, but I could stuff one with rice, would that be alright?"

"That would be great, thanks!" I yelled down to her as I continued up the stairs. The radio was blaring and it was easy to tell Mike was home. I knocked on the door. Doubting he would hear my knock, I walked in and shut the door behind me. His room was hot and stuffy. Mike his ceiling fan on as well as another fan going, but I hardly noticed it getting any cooler. No wonder Mike had already taken off his shirt and changed into a pair of gym shorts.

"Hey, Mike," I said as I manuvered around the room crowded with boxes.

"Larry, what's going on?" Mike asked as he lowered the radio. "Sorry about the mess," He said as he got to his feet and tried his best to clear a space on his bed. "Have a seat."

I sat down and watched Mike scurry around the room in an effort to tidy things up. "Yea, really sorry about the mess," he repeated. "I don't know how I got so much shit." He laughed and pulled his computer chair around so that he was facing me. "So, what's going on man?"

I shrugged. "Same old same," I laughed.

"How's the pet store?" He asked.

"It's good, I guess." I shook my head. "Enough about me, how did you like your first year of college?"

"It fucking sucked," he huffed. "It's good to be home."

"It's good to have you home," I smiled.

"Awww," he joked. "You missed me?"

"Shut up," I said as I rolled my eyes.

"I think I am gonna get some ice cream, want some?" Mike asked.

"No," I shook my head. "I think your mom is making dinner..."

"I don't care, I want ice cream." He said indignantly. "I'll be back," he said as he went downstairs.

While he was gone, I started to peek into some of his boxes. "Wow," I said as I opened one of his more private boxes filled with a half empty bottle of lube and a box of unused condoms.

"I didn't get a chance to use the condoms," Mike laughed. "but the lube really spiced up my jerk off sessions."

"Oh!" I fumbled to put the lid back on the box. "I am sorry, I was just..."

"It's cool," Mike said as he sat down in the computer chair again. "Want some?" He offered as he plunged the spoon into the bowl of ice cream.

"Nah," I said, still blushing.

"C'mon! It's organic, my mom got it from that new store. There's real fruit in here and everything. It's really good." He stuck his index finger into the ice cream and held it up to me. "Here, try some."

I shook my head, looking at his finger. He had to be joking.

"Try it!" He demanded, pressing his finger to my lips now.

"Alright," I said as I licked it off his finger.

"What do you think?" He grinned.

"Strawberry," I smiled. "I like strawberry."

"Yea?" Mike asked as he again put his finger into the ice cream. "Have some more."

I grabbed Mikes hand and slowly took his finger into my mouth, my tongue licking the ice cream off.

"Mmm," Mike moaned. "You really like your ice cream, don't you?"

"Strawberry's my favorite," I shrugged.

"I'm beginning to like it too," he grinned. He tipped the bowl slightly so that the ice cream that was starting to melt dripped down his chest and onto his abs. "Fuck," he said with an innocent look in his eye. "I'm such a slob."

"I guess so," I laughed.

He licked off some of the ice cream that had landed on his arm, all the while looking at me. "It's really good, Larry, you should try it." He placed the bowl down on his computer desk. "You should really try it," he repeated.

I walked over to where Mike was sitting. I dropped to my knees and began to lick away the ice cream. My tongue flicked around his nipples and I smiled as Mike moaned.

"Mmm, make sure you get it all," He said as he folded his hands behind his head. I continued to go lower, lapping the ice cream off of his rock hard abs. "Is it good?"

"Very," I said as looked up. "All clean," I grinned.

Mike nodded, "You did a good job." He looked down at his throbbing buldge and grabbed the bowl from the desk. "But, I think you missed a few spots." Mike lowered his shorts slightly and poured some more.

I watched as the ice cream dripped down from his navel and began to slowly travel downward, vanishing under his shorts. "I guess I did."

Mike cupped the back of my neck with his hand and pulled me closer. "Make sure you get it all, Larry" he grinned. "Every last bit."

I continued licking away the ice cream, my right hand rubbing his buldge. When I had reached his shorts, I looked up.

"Keep going," He moaned. "I think there is still a little more."

Mike lifted himself so that I could pull off his gym shorts, revealing his rock hard cock. He was 7 1/2 inches and cut. I wrapped my hand around his cock, laughing when he jumped.

"Your hands are cold," Mike laughed.

"I'm nervous," I admitted.

"Don't be," he said as he ran his hand through my auburn hair.

He rested his hand over mind and began to guide my hand slowly up and down the length of his shaft. "Mmm," he moaned. "Yea, just like that." Precum began to bubble on the head of his cock. Being the curious person that I am, I leaned in to taste it.

"You like that?" Mike asked.

"Yea," I moaned. "Better than ice cream."

Mike laughed and pushed my head closer to him, his cock pressed against my lips. "There's more where that came from."

I took the first few inches of Mike's cock into my mouth. My tongue circled around the tip before I took more and more of Mike's hardness into my mouth. "Fuck," Mike moaned as I my head began to bob up and down in his lap.

"Yea, you like my cock, don't you?" He asked.

I simply moaned my reply. I continued to suck Mike's cock, using my right hand to massage his balls. "Oh, fuck," he grunted. "That's driving me wild!" I pulled myself away from Mike's cock and began to lick the length of it. When my tongue reached the end of his length, I plunged his cock back into my mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he grunted, as his muscles began to contract. "I'm cumming."

I didn't care. I continued to assult his cock with my tongue. I gave Mike's balls a tight squeeze as he unleashed a mouthful of spunk into my mouth. I swallowed as I took his cock out of my mouth and began to lick the length of it again. "Fuck," he moaned. He pulled me up to him, giving my hair a slight tug. Mike kissed me then, forcing his tongue passed my lips. His hand began to rub at my buldge. My cock was straining against the denim of my jeans. "Got something for me?" He grinned as he kissed me again.

There was a knock at the door and we both froze. "Boys," his mother called. "Dinner's ready."

"Alright," we both said in unison.

Mike looked at me, a wolfish grin on his face. "We'll finish this later."


(tbc)


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Weekend Fun

hardtoboil on Gay Stories

This happened about a decade ago…..when I was in about to get out of school

Arik was the hottest dude in school. All the ladies loved him. His looks, his intellegence...and best of all, his package. That's what I liked about him. He and I were best pals For a year now, Arik hadn't even known I felt a thing for him. Everyday at school when Arik met me to chat about girls (which I didn't enjoy very much), Iwould always take a quick glance down at Arik's crotch when he wasn't watching. I loved that bulge. That special pocket where the sex tool was held. I wanted to grab it and hold it in my hands. To squeeze it. Ohhh how I wanted it badly. But I couldn't dare try it. I knew I like

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d Arik more than a friend, but did Arik like me the same way? I’d soon find out.

One Saturday, when my parents told they would be going out to a distant relatives place over the weekend, I was ecstatic. This would be the night that I would express my feelings toward Arik and show him I wanted him so much. As soon as my parents left, I phoned Arik and asked him if he wanted to come over. Arik said "Sure, alright. Want me to get some girls too?" I frowned and hesitated. "Um...yeah, we can do that." I hung up and thought for a moment. Maybe this isn't a good idea. I had to atleast try it. 20 minutes later, the doorbell rang and I ran to answer it. It was Arik looking hot as fuck in his T-shirt and jeans. That awesome bulge was just waiting to be opened.

We sat on the couch and watched some TV. There was a porno on Cable. I got turned on. Arik grinned at the television stupidly as he turned up the volume. I could feel my dick rising in my pants. My cock was ready for action. I wanted Arik so fucking badly, I couldn't contain. I quickly reached for Arik's pants and unzipped them. He sat there shocked with my sudden move. We just stared at each other for a minute, then Arik said, "Go ahead. Let's do it. I'm horny as fuck. Go on...take it out."

I smiled and reached inside his pants and grabbed his cock. I took his cock in my hands and massaged it. "Ohhh, it feels SO fucking GOOD! Oh man!" moaned Arik. I put it in my mouth and sucked on the juicy cock until it was red. I sucked all of Arik's cum out and felt Arik jerk as he had an orgasm. I was delighted. Arik gestured me to come closer. I crawled onto Arik's lap and unzipped my own pants. I slid his cock out and swung it on Arik's face. He licked it and put it in his mouth. I moved my ass back and fourth as Arik sucked the cock up and down. The slurping sounds made me moan and I cummed all over Arik's pretty face.

Arik moved down and put his belly on the couch with his ass in the air. I pulled his jeans all the way off and stuck my finger in his asshole. I licked it for a while moving my tongue around and around the hole and he nearly screamed. Then I put my cock into the hole and thrust back and fourth. "Oh shit, that feels so good. Ohhhh, yeah. I want your cock again, gimme your dick, Ishaan!"

I sat down on the couch legs spread again as Arik seated himself on the floor ready to give another blowjob. "Suck me off so hard, Arik. I love it when you do that.” He continued to suck the fuck out of me and we went on with it for another hour.

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best mate fucked

tomqaz1 on Gay Stories

this is a short stort bit of it are true so enjoy

it was like any other day my mate rang me and asked if i wanted to come up and chill so we did when i got their o one was home just him her shouted just takin a piss b out in a min so i went into his room and a mag was stickin out from unto his bed so i pulled it out and iside was gay pictures and men fucking small men with speach bubles sayin your my bitch and good boy my mate then walked in and said wat u doin i turned around and he said "o it aint mine its a mates im not gay i like girls" he was sweating and was bright red so i went over to him and said do u wanna fuck me he looked shocked we hav been mate for years and i am bi but nevr realy talked to him about lad only girls so when i said this it shocked him but the thing i was loo
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king at was his bulge in his jeans so i cupped it and kissed him and at first he pulled away but after a when he ramed his toung down my throat then pushed me onto his bed and unziped his trousers so i took his dick into my mouth and sucked it dry the he said turn around so i did and he ripped my closes off and fucked my ass untill it was red then out of know were he pulled out and shot his load into my back then licked it off after he did this he said fuck my ass so i did untill i was about to come then he turned around and sucked my dick so i shot my load into his mouth and we swolloed it all down after that day we fuck on and off for month we did different thing like 69's and rimming but that first time was the best

Darren's diary - fucked in suspenders

lukepreston on Gay Stories

Darren’s diary - Holiday

It’s the first day of term again. But it’s the first day of the last term. My last term here at St. Jude’s. Can’t believe it – after all these years I get to leave at last!

So what did I do in the holidays?

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Well, the best thing I did was get fucked by Steve. Steve’s this guy who lives in the house across the road from us. If I look through my bedroom window, which is at the front of the house, I can see right into his bedroom window which is also at the front. Obviously! Steve’s about the same age as me, 18, but goes to a different school, I don’t know which one. Although we’ve been neighbours for years we don’t really talk. Or at least we didn’t until the last holiday.

This is how it happened.

I was in my room one night, about eight o’clock. My parents were out at some Cricket club function and I had the house to myself. I decided to try something new and had a rummage through my mum’s cupboard. I don’t know why, I just fancied it. Well, I found some stuff that I thought would be good to play around with and I also found a video tape, nothing written on it, just blank so I thought, ‘that looks interesting’ and I took it back to my room.

I put the tape in and nearly died when I saw what it was – two guys and a woman having sex. I didn’t know my mum was into watching porn films. Anyway, I sat on the edge of the bed and watched it for a bit, getting turned on by the guys more than the woman, and then I decided I’d put on some of the things I’d found in the cupboard.

I’d not done this before and felt a bit silly at first. I mean I didn’t know how to put on a suspender belt and I sat there trying to work it out for ages. I stripped off my tracksuit and my briefs and stood there, with my back to the window, while I watched the film, trying to see how the woman in the porn video had put hers on. I decided to slip the panties on first and the soft, light material felt really sexy around my cock. Then I pulled the stockings on over my legs and the hairs got a bit caught up but I managed it. When I worked out how to attach the suspender belt it was great. The panties only had a thong at the back and that went right up my crack, tight. I could feel the air on my arse, the soft panties around my balls and semi-hard cock, and the suspenders around my middle – a bit tight too, but that was o.k.

Then I lay down on my front on the bed and watched more of the film. As I got harder – watching the two guys slowly being stripped by the girl – I started rubbing myself against the quilt on the bed, getting harder within the panties. My cock-head slipped over the top of the panties and felt hot as it rubbed against the quilt. I pushed my arse up in the air and spread my legs to feel more of the cool air around my arsehole. Then, in the film, the woman started to stick her tongue around the arsehole of one of the guys while the other man did the same to her and I wondered what that would feel like.

My hand reached around behind me and I started poking at my own arse with a finger. It felt a bit rough so I licked my finger and was able to push it in a little way. That was really weird, feeling something in there for the first time, but I got used to it and it made my cock even fatter, it almost hurt it was so swollen. And then, in the film, one of the guys got his cock – it was huge and he’d shaved his pubes off - and started poking at the woman’s arse with his nob. She had started sucking on the other guy’s cock now and I wished I was in the film too.

Beneath me my cock was leaking precum already and I could feel the quilt getting damp underneath me. I started rubbing myself harder, pushing myself back onto my finger and then down onto the bed and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.

And then I heard the doorbell ring.

I was suddenly in a panic. I thought my parents were back early but then realised that if they were they wouldn’t ring the bell. Without thinking I grabbed my dressing gown, put it on and ran down the stairs. I checked that my cock – soft already – was tucked back in and opened the door.

It took me a while to work out who was there, and then I recognised Steve from across the road.

            ‘Hi,’ I said lamely. I could feel the panties and suspenders under my dressing gown and felt a bit stupid.

            ‘Hi, Darren,’ he said in a deep, masculine voice. ‘Sorry to disturb you but…’

He looked down at my legs and then back up into my eyes. His own eyes were half shut like he was concentrating hard and I wondered what he was thinking. ‘Nice stockings,’ he said and I went bright red.

I’d forgotten that he’d be able to see my legs. I looked down and saw the hairs on my legs pressed flat against my skin under the stockings.

            ‘Ah,’ I said. I didn’t know what to say and just flustered for a moment.

Before I knew what was happening he’d looked over his shoulder, as if checking that the coast was clear, and had pushed past me into the hall. I shut the door and turned to face him, afraid of what he might do, but he just smiled at me. Then he took hold of my hand and pulled me towards the stairs.

Without saying anything he led me upstairs and back to my room. The film was still playing and now the woman was getting fucked in the arse by one guy while sucking hard on the other guy’s cock. Steve looked at the film and then went to the window. I just watched. He closed the curtains and turned back to smile at me.

           

‘Thought you might want some company,’ he said and I knew then that he had been watching me. The curtains had been open and the light from the TV must have been enough to let him see what I was doing.

He came over to me, undid my dressing gown and let it fall to the floor. I stood there stunned and embarrassed.

            ‘It’s o.k.’ he said quietly. ‘I won’t tell your folks as long as you do what I say.’

I nodded. My heart was pounding and my cock felt really small inside those panties.

            ‘Get back on the bed where you were,’ he said and I didn’t argue.

I knelt back on the bed, facing the TV and waited. I heard him take off his shirt, heard a crackle of static as it went over his head. Then I heard a belt rattle and there was more noise as his jeans were dumped on the floor. He told me not to turn around.

            ‘Just watch the film and imagine you are her,’ he said.

I did just that, watching as the guy with the shaved cock slammed into her arse before me. And then I realised what he was going to do and I felt a bit scared.

And then the bed moved behind me as he climbed on. I felt a pair of large hands on my buttocks, rough and masculine hands on my smooth flesh. They stroked me there before sliding around in front where one of them grabbed my balls through the feather light material of the panties. His fingertips tickled the shaft of my cock and it started to react. I felt something hard and heavy rest between the cheeks of my arse but I didn’t dare turn around to see what it was. I felt a moist, warm smudge on my skin and then I knew what it was.

Before I could think, let alone do anything, my arse suddenly felt hot and wet and a thrill ran through me like I’d never felt before. I could feel rough skin again my cheeks and the fingers of his other hand pulling at the thong of the panties. They pulled it away and his strong, wet tongue suddenly stuck itself into my arsehole. I groaned, it didn’t hurt, it probed me deeper and I relaxed. On the TV one guy was wanking himself, his balls slapping up and down under his fist as the woman waited to catch his spunk.

My cock started to stick out over the top of the panties again, I could feel the suspender belt cutting into my waist but I didn’t care. I only wanted Steve to get his tongue in deeper and I pushed myself back into his face. He pulled away.

            ‘Good lad, that’s what you want isn’t it?’ he panted.

            ‘Yeah,’ I said and bent my head down.

I could almost see back through my legs like that. I could see his hairy legs behind me, his chest as he knelt with his face in my arse. And when he forced his tongue right back into me I could see his cock, huge and dark, sticking up flat against his stomach. His balls hung down below it and they looked huge too. But I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his mouth as he sucked and bit around my arse.

The guy on the video was coming. I heard him and opened my eyes to watch. The woman was on her back now, the other guy slowly sliding his cock into her as she opened her mouth to catch the stream of spunk that the other guy let go.

And then there was a new sensation on my arse. The sucking had stopped and that heavy, damp piece of meat was resting against me again. I knew what was going to happen. I tried to reach for my cock to start wanking but Steve pushed my hands away. He grabbed them and held them with both of his, behind my back. His cock rested against the wet hole of my arse and he gripped my wrists, holding me there.

On the screen the woman was on all fours, like me. One guy rested his cock against her hole, like Steve was doing to me, the other was watching. And then, as he slid into her, he slid into me. Pulling me back by the wrists so that our bodies came together hard. All the way in, burning me, splitting me, filling me with his fat shaft that slid right up inside me and filled me with a pleasure I’d never known before. He let go of my wrists and I fell forwards onto the bed. He pounded me, rising high above me, grabbing at the suspender belt and using it like a harness, like he was riding me like a horse. Fucking me as she on the TV got fucked by him. I was her; I was that woman getting a man’s cock inside me. The panties strained around my swollen balls, the tights rubbed against the flesh of my legs and my man slammed into me deeper and harder, using me, bringing me to climax by fucking me like I was his whore.

He was grunting like the guy on the video. I gasped and groaned like the woman, swung my head, tried to look back at him, my eyes screwed up with pleasure, with ecstasy. I begged him to do it harder just like she did. He pulled at my panties and my suspenders just like he did, we were the same couple. Fucking, like animals, sweating and grunting and begging each other to give more pleasure, to take it harder, to fill me with his cum, to fuck me like I was his bitch.

And, just when I knew I couldn’t take any more, he pulled out of me, backed off, flipped me over onto my back and lifted my legs over his shoulder. I could see his taught, hairy body for the first time, I could see the sweat on his face and I could see the long, solid shaft that had been pulping my insides. He gripped it in his fist his knuckles white, and pounded it towards me. Wanking himself over me like he was marking his territory. He rubbed his red raw cock head against the silky panties and I felt him hot and wet, soaking my balls with his juices as he grunted and panted and swore and came.

A sudden burst of red-hot spunk stabbed into my balls and burned through the soft material, soaking me, drowning my balls. More and more came as he aimed his spunk at my cock, then my stomach and then finally onto my chest, each jet spat through the air almost in slow motion as I watched it, eyes wide and longing for it to land in my mouth. My hand was on my own cock then, the panties pushed down, trapping my balls within, my stockings against his shoulders, my arse open and loose before him. I felt my cum shoot up onto my stomach and I yelled out like the whore I was, thanking him for giving me this pleasure. He watched me as I wanked myself dry. He watched me as I wiped up the cum in my fingers and licked them clean. And he watched me as I lay there watching him, my underwear soaked with our spunk and our sweat.

And I watched him as his cock softened and rested against my damp knickers, my own cock spent and resting, my arse glowing and wide open. I smiled at him weakly not knowing what he would do next.

He smiled back, winked and got off me. Within a minute he was dressed and gone. The video came to an end, dull music played followed by a hiss. I just lay there and stared at the ceiling.    

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Loss of innocence--first time with a man

dirtysecrets on Gay Stories

I always thought about messing with a guy, dont get me wrong i love girls but i always thought it was kinky dirty and wrong to mess with a guy and i was always curious about it.  I would chat with guys in my area and would plan to meet up with them but would back out at the last second out of fear.  This continued for a while until i finally had enough guts to go through with it.

I met a man online and we chatted, he didnt live to far from me, he was 45, which didn't bother me, it excited me thinking he would have more experience.  He himself was bisexual.  We decided to meet up at a public library on a sunday afternoon.  I nearly backed out of it at least 3 times, but i decided to go through with it.  I arrived at the parking lot, nervous out of my mind thinki
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ng about what is about to happening, i was scared shitless thinking about who this guy is, is he a serial killer, is he gonna secretly tape this, etc.  Well he finally came in his blue van, one of the older looking vans from the early 90's i guess.  My heart was pounding when i got out of my car and walked up to his.  I went up to his passenger door and saw him, i introduced myself and so did he.  I got in and we talked for a few minutes and decided to do it right there in the parking lot.  He had park in a good place and had all his windows in his van covered so no one could look in.  So right after we chatted a bit, we decided to move to the back of the van where he had folded out his couch into a bed.  This is where things started and my first experience with another man occured...

I was nervous out of my mind and asked him jokingly (although serious) if he had any camera in here, he laughed and said no and told me to lay back. So i layed down and he began to pull my shorts down.  I felt my innoncence going away right then, i couldn't even look at him.  He pulled my shorts off, exposing my semi hard penis, and then he began to suck my dick.  I was staring most of the time up at top of the van while he did this but looked down at him a few times with my penis in his mouth.  It felt good but wrong at the same time.  He did this a while then asked for me to suck him, i hesitated for a second then jumped right into it sucking on his head and going down the whole way on him.  His penis was only about 5 inches give or take but thick.  Mine is seven inches thick.  After a while of  blowing him, he said to me "you sure this is your first time, you can really suck good".  After that we did the 69 position for a pit, i was on bottom which made it a bit hard for me because his cock was jammed in my mouth.  After that he asked me if he could eat my asshole out, i said sure, it felt good when he did it and then he began sticking a finger in my ass, my ass was tight and he laughed saying to relax.  I told him if he wants he can have sex with me right now, but he declined saying it might shake the van.  So after a while of him tongue fucking me in the ass, he went back to giving me oral sex. After a while i felt like i was going to cum, he said to cum in his mouth, so for what seemed like forever, i finally started to cum, it was probably one of the best orgasms i had.  While it happened i grabbed down hard on the couch, it was that good.  After i came in his mouth, he cleaned himself up, not swallowing, but spitting it out.  I felt some what disgusted, so i told him just to jerk off on my stomach.  After a while he came, i couldnt even look at him while this happen, i felt his warm cum shoot all over my stomach, he gave me a towl afterwords to clean myself up.  After he finished, we stopped, and i told him to drive me across the street to my highschool so i could walk back over so it didnt look suspicious. After we said our good byes, i walked back across the street to my car.  A million things were running through my head like "wow i cant believe i just sucked a cock, oh my god i have school tommorow, nobody knows that i just fooled around with a guy oh my god..."  When i got to my car i drove home and cleaned myself up, still in shock about what i did.  I felt dirty but that didnt last too long. 

That was my first experience with a man, that man and i would go on to mess around a few more times, which included him popping my cherry and more.  He basically deflowered me in every way.  He wasnt the last guy I messed with, but he was my first.

- Dirty secrets

Queer Eye For Justice

John Austin on Gay Stories

Queer Eye For Justice

A Bad Boy Gets More Than He Bargained For When He Vandalizes A Soda Machine.

By John Austin

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Trey Adkins was an Italian Adonis. A charismatic and sexy street-savvy bad boy. 6'1, a solid 165 lbs. His hair was midnight black hair -- he wore feathered back. His chestnut brown eyes were soulful and seductive. He had full lips and a killer smile...He  relished in the thought of one day modeling for Abercrombie and Fitch....

Onery as a blue jay, Trey had run ins with the law -- from burglary to arson Despite his checkered past, a judge decided to give Trey one last chance in light of his age and all too aware of the stark and frightful reality that could serve injurious to him. Given a reprieve he was sent to Baldwin Academy for Men /BAM for eighteen months for vandalizing a soda machine that took .50 from him. And Contempt for smart mouthing the judge at his arraignment. When asked if there was anything that had not been explained to him or did not understand, Trey replied menacingly "What town was this where they shot the Sheriff, but not the deputy ?"...

"Welcome to Baldwin Academy, I'm  Stephen Garrett your teacher"  Mr. Garrett cordially greeted Trey. Trey softly says "thanks". "Baldwin?...best guess -- what's our name mean?" Mr. Garrett asks Trey. Trey shrugs his shoulders and gives Mr. Garrett a dumbfounded look "dunno" he's says. "Bold Friend" Mr.Garrett says. Again, Trey answers softly "Cool".Mr. Garrett clears his throat "eh 'hem -- it means, here we don't play Ring Around The Rosies.We turns boys into men, we call it tough love" Mr. Garrett says. Trey raises an eye brow and with a smirk says "wonderful".

"Okay guys listen up, this is Trey. Trey is new let's help him out...Chris, why don't you go over the ground rules" Mr. Garrett asks:

" a) Don't be late for class -- automatic detention..it's hell dude"
" b) No cussing -- you'll loose your smoking privileges for a day"
" c) Do what the staff tell you -- or no outings or passes.

Chris explains.

"Fuck this bullshit, this is Gay!" Trey cockily states.

"That will cost you son. Let's have the Marlboro's" Mr.Garrett demands  "Go fuck yourself you prick" Trey sneers back insulting him.. As Mr. Garrett reaches to grab him by the arm Trey stops him catching his wrist twisting and spraining it. Mr.Garrett yelps in pain..."You lay a fucking hand on me and I'll give your ass to Jesus faggot!" Trey warns.

One of the guys quickly dashes out of the classroom and across the hall to the gym. He sees the coach in his office. "COACH!" he yells.  Coach Bill Hastings a staunch and handsome man with the morals of an alley cat opens his office door "what's going on?!" Coach asks with concern. "Come quick man some shit's going down, Garrett's hurt!" the young man says. Coach runs to Mr. Garrett's classroom and swiftly takes charge...."You got a problem?!" Coach asks angrily body slamming Trey against the blackboard. his arm is thrust pinning his neck back. Coach whisks Trey out of the class by his shirt. "Think you're a tough guy huh?...you're a punk!...punks get special treatment" coach yells pushing Trey out of the classroom. Trey falls on the floor in the hall. Just then, Trey could of rested his chin on his boots like a fearful puppy squinting his eyes tightly and waiting for the worst ---OHHHH DADDY! "Get up you little son of bitch!" Coach scowls. Coach forces Trey to his office. "Take a seat Son!" coach orders as he locks the door and draws the shade. "What's your name?" Coach asks "Trey Adkins" Trey replies looking like something the cat dragged in. Coach brings up Trey's record and begins to heckle him about it.

"Stand up and drop your pants"

"WHAT?!.. are you fucking sick?!" Trey snaps back. "One more word out of you Mister and you'll be kissing the floor" coach says slamming his fist on his desk and gritting his teeth. "DO IT!"...

Trey fumbles nervously for his fly and drops his Levis as quickly as he can". "Whip it out Son, let's see what you're working with!". Trey catches himself holding back from cussing the coach out. He complies and pulls down his boxer shorts and takes out his dick holding it in his hand. "look straight head staring at the wall and jack off!" Coach orders. Trey looses it "No way you queer fuck, fuck you, you can't make me do this, you're sick man!". Trey snaps. Coach makes a mean fist and punches Trey in the gut with a powerful blow. Trey doubles over and falls to his knees on the floor. "I don't mince words boy, you WILL do as you are told!" Coach non-chalantly sits back down at his desk giving Trey time to puke and resume his punishment. After roughly ten minutes, Trey stands back up at the side of coach's desk and stares dead-on at the wall and begins to jack off. Coach swivels around in his chair, folds him arms and eyes Treys cock. Coach turns around and picks up the waste basket behind him, turns back around and places it under Trey's long fierce cock. "Cum in the bucket, punk". "Sir, yes sir" Trey moans panting stroking vigorously...."oh my god -- oh my freaking God, Coach I'm gonna cum FUCK, auhhhhhhhhh!" Trey blows his load slinging strand after strand into the waste bucket.

"Another stunt like today Son and you'll be entertaining your peers alright -- just like this...do we understand each other?!" Coach warns. Trey just looks wide-eye at the coach and humbly mutters "yes sir, sorry Coach". 'Get out of my office!" Coach scowls. Trey leaves feeling degraded like a cheap whore. He feels sick to his stomach and heads to the lavatory where he vomits, holding back the tears from the shock of his harrowing.

It was now 2:45 PM. The bell rang and Gym was next. Coach acted as if nothing had happened. He was equally cordial to him as the other guys. It was Wednesday -- Dodge Ball! Coach picks two of the guys as teen captains and they begin selecting teammates. Trey was picked almost immediately for his stellar body and apparent strength. Coach blows the whistle and the game begins.. Trey begins taking out his opponents one-by-one  plucking them like chickens... "Child's play man" Trey snickers to one of his teammates. One of the boys on the opposing team shouts a flame and maliciously delivers a blow to Trey's face face with the ball. Trey's head jerks to right and his nose begins to bleed..."That's for Mr. Garrett you fuck!" the boy shouts. Trey ignores his bleeding nose and tackles the awnry twink on the bare wooden floor pulverizing him "Don't FUCK with ME Asshole!"..Trey asserts angrily. Coach grits his teeth and grabs Trey by the back of his shirt and stands him up and pushes him backwards with his hand. Trey throws both his hands up 'It's cool Coach!" trying to defuse the coach, but to no avail.

"Drop em now!" Coach orders Trey. "Trey's face turns tomato red, his dimples were throbbing. His seductive brown eyes turned black with fiery as he dropped his pants to the gym floor baring his cock and firm bubble butt for all to see while standing at attention before the coach...

Coach toys with Trey's cock holding it as he runs his thumb back and forth over the head of it and then scraping it with his nail. Trey's cock sprang out and began throbbing.... "You think you're the cock of the walk?" he asks sinisterly with an evil grin.

Trey is in utter disbelief as not a one protests this. Their eyes all seemed to have the same look, cold and unfeeling. "My God!" Trey thinks to himself at the startling realization they have done this before...

"Whip the birdie!" Coach sternly prods. The guys whistle and there is jeering. Trey nods slightly with a sour look, takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes unable to look at his peers as he begins to jacks off. "I think you owe these guys an apology Son!" Coach implies with an evil grin. Trey continues stroking his cock vigorously. His head is cocked back with is eyes closed. He brings his head up and looks straight on at his peers to see them gawking at him. "I- I'm sorry guys" Trey says short of breath. He closes his eyes unable to look at the guys watching him like a spectacle...."Auhhhhhhhhhh au God nooooo ohhhhhh fuck!" Trey lets out with clamor blowing his load and shivering. "Sweet!" one guys says emphatically. "Oh hell yeah!" another says getting boned.

In a torrent of emotions Trey makes a mad dash for the bathroom. He doubles over trying to catch his breath and get his wits back. "Son of a BITCH!" he says gasping. He pukes violently into the toilet sweating and trembling. He leans his back against the wall and cocks his head back inhaling deep, lowers his head and exhales in a gush "PHEW!" He begins to feel weak and faint, slides his back down the wall until he is sitting on the floor. He puts his head between his legs. Suddenly he hears the door to the bathroom open...

"Trey ?...Trey, man you alright?" Chris asks. "No man, I can't take this freak en shit!" Trey replies bemoaning and nearly crying. "It gets easier if you don't think about it" Chris says speaking to Trey through the door. Trey brings his head up suddenly and reaches up with one arm unlatching the door to the stall and pushed it open. He leans his head back and cocks it's slightly looking at Chris "What's up with that man -- if you don't think about it?!" Trey asks in a faint voice nervously. "Been there man -- all the guys" 
"Yeah..well..no offense but I'm not queer" Trey asserts. "Do I look Queer to you?...I used to make like I was strutting it for the ladies -- it's all in the mind man" Chris says. Trey grins "never thought of it quite like that before" Trey says. Chris and Trey leave together and Chris invites him to his room to hang out, grab a pizza and listen to some cd's. 

The next day Trey is late to gym class from smoking and shooting the shit. "You're late Trey!" Coach sneers at him. "YEAH?! -- make like a clock and get past it!" Trey sinisterly says with a smirk. "WHAT did you just say to me boy?! "Fuck your sorry ass --compendia--can you hear me now?!" Coach is livid "In my office now!". Trey grins. Trey starts to unzip and acts coy and shy "you know you want it -- you like young guys don't cha Coach" Trey says in a patronizing tone winking at the Coach. "You think your smart don't you Son?!...zip up..I wouldn't be showing that to too many people" Coach insults. Trey is slightly taken off guard. "What cha gonna do now, huh Coach?!" Trey says feeling...well..p-r-e-t-t-y damn smart and proud of himself. "You got gym, now Son!" Coach orders sternly pointing. Trey perceives that to be a concession by the Coach....

"Chris, front and center!" Coach orders as he grabs Trey by the back of the neck and holds him. "What's up Coach?!" Chris asks with a look of uncertainty and fear. "You - strip !" Coach orders Trey. "Chris, show Trey here how titillating punishment can be". Chris is taken back "Uh..." Chris starts to say, but his mental mojo kicks in. "You got it Coach" Chris says. Trey is shocked and feels betrayed by Chris. Hoping Trey can read lips "Chris says "pretend to be my girl" Trey looks cock eyed at Chris missing the punt...

Coach forces Trey to do ten nude jumping jacks. Like a traffic accident you couldn't help but stop and look. Trey's erect nipples from the cool air and his bobbing cock has the guys enchanted. "Would you look at that -- that's just nasty" coach sinisterly jokes. The guys laugh. Trey squints and blinks panting as he finishes the humiliating task...

"You think you're a Hot Shot ay?" Coach asks. He orders Trey to stand at attention with his hands behind his head. He hands Trey a basketball, and leads him up to the Marker. "You get one shot -- you miss and I rape you right here -- right now!" The guys are jeering... Trey's hands are trembling. He takes in a deep breath and shoots the ball -- he misses! "FUCK!" Trey sputters frustrated and nervous. Coach winks.

"Coach NO...DON'T do THIS... This is freak en INSANE man!" Trey pleads hopping around franticly facing the inevitable...

Coach snatches him, grabs him by the back of the neck and bends him over "I want some of that sweet ass" Coach menacingly spurts...... "AHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK OHHHH GODDDDD DAMN IT AWE AUH NOOOO!!" Trey shrieks in sheer pain as Coach's freight train like cock bore into his tight virgin ass!" "WHEW HEW!" one guy shouts. There's a round of high-fives. Chris traces the curves of Trey's pecs than plucks his pert left nipple "Damn that's a sweet nip" 'Fucker-err!!" Trey mutters gasping look dead up into Chris' eyes. Trey grits his teeth and begins to pant and hiss as coach rides his savaged hole with a vengeance. Like a piston he grinds Trey's ass tirelessly for a long stint. Trey's neck is sticking out like a goose, the veins in his neck protruding out with his thrashing about and gasping. Chris holds Trey's face gingerly wiping away a fallen tear on Trey's left cheek with his thumb giving him a piteous look as  coach Hasting's rapes him. "Damn, that's sad" Chris says softly and winks at Trey. Trey just rolls his eyes looking dizzy and gray. "Awe mmm ohhhhhh y-e-a-h uhhhh whew!" Coach hasting's moans feverishly as he thrusts his cock deep into him filling his quivering ass and burning hole with bursts of cum.

Coach smacks Trey on the ass "Hit the shower" he orders. Trey staggers in the buff across the gym past on-lookers and gagging, vomiting just as he makes it through the door to the locker room. Exasperated, he falls to floor and crawls to the drain in the buff cold and shaking, and pukes repeatedly. He feels the Coach's semen oozing out his ass and feels utter disgust and filthy. The long hot shower is unforgiving leaving Trey to feel defiled and scarred.

The brutal assaults and savage taking of his virginity by the sadist disciplinarian broke Trey of his arrogance and defiance instilling respect for authority. Coach had made a team player out of him -- as he did with every bastardly young man. Trey wizened up and played like "The Good Son" until his release from Baldwin the following year. He returned home with his G.E.D. and landed his first full-time job as a nigh stocker with a national grocery chain where he worked his way up to management...

Trey frequently hires a dominatrix to punish him when he fucks up -- from being late to work to voting for George Bush -- he has to buy her gas for a year -- premium!

Coach Hastings was arrested and charged with multiple counts of sodomy, rape and abuse by an authority figure after brutally assaulting a rich kid and putting him in the hospital in a catatonic state. A "bold friend" Trey testified at his trial. Coach Hastings was subsequently sentenced to two consecutive life terms without parole. Baldwin Academy was closed by the state following the indictment and conviction of Coach Hastings.

THE END.

Trey Adkins

Tent seduction

Markturbo on Gay Stories

True story from  my teens

I'm 16 years old, and out with my friend Dan in the woods, in a tent.  Dan is soundly asleep, but I'm awake.   After all, it's a hot summer night, and we're laying on top of our sleeping bags, in our underwear.   I'm totally attentive to his every move.  I watch the hair running from his navel down into his shorts move up and down rythmically with his breathing.   I'm very hard.  Dan has always been a turn-on to me, though he has no idea that I have those kinds of feelings.    He rolls over onto his side facing me.   So I put my hand out and gently brush against the outline of his cock in his shorts.   He does not wake up.  But his cock sure does after awhile.   He's very hard.   And big

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.  The weight of his cock as I slowly move it up and down and back and forth through the thin material is impressive.

But I sigh.  This is only going to get me in trouble.  He'll wake up and pound me.  So I stop, and roll back onto my back (my erection standing up firm, of course) and close my eyes to sleep.

Now, don't mistake me.  I do not believe he's faking being asleep.  I can hear his breathing pattern clearly, and he is sound asleep.  But he rolls over a few times (maybe uncomfortable after the stroking I gave him), and when he finishes his rolling, he's a little closer to me, and his hand flops down on my chest.   I wait.  I don't move for about 5 minutes.   No.  His hand isn't going anywhere.   He's really asleep.  This isn't headed anywhere.  

And then the idea hits me.  I'm still aroused by the feel of his hand on my chest.   So I begin to squirm a bit, moving up in the tent, until his hand finally is resting on my cock.   Unmoving.

"Dan!  Dan!" I'm whispering, but pretending to be angry.   He slowly comes awake.   "What the hell do you think you're doing?"   He slowly awakes and his eyes get wide when he realizes where his hand is resting, and sees that I'm hard.

"Dude!" he says.   And he moves his hand away like he was touching a rattlesnake.   "I didn't know.  I was asleep.  Sorry, dude."     I answer, "Yeah, sure, you were asleep.  And your hand just happened to land on my cock and start stroking it till I was hard and about to cum!  You're a fag!"

Dan says "I am not.  It's just a...I don't know.  But I was asleep."  "Well," I said, "you must be a fag in your sleep then, because look how hard you are."    He realizes then that he's hard too, compliments of my earlier stroking, perhaps.

"Mark," he says, "please don't tell anyone.  I don't want to get pounded at school.  I'm not gay, but if you tell this story, everyone will think I am."  I say "OK, I won't tell, but what do I do about this?" I point down to my erection.  "You can't leave me like this.  I've got the worst case of blue-balls ever.  You've got to finish what you've started.  It's only fair."

He hesitates, thinking it through.  "Well," he says, "I guess.".  He slowly reaches back over and lightly touches my cock.  He moves it poorly, with little attention to trying to pleasure me.  He is hesitating.  

I say "Dan, c'mon.  You've got to do me like you would do yourself.  You know how to jack off, don't you?"   Dan says "Of course I do.  But I'm just too freaked out to do it good."  "Look, Dan," I say, "I'm never going to cum this way.   Let me show you how to do it."   And I reach over and begin to stroke him, expertly.  As the waves of pleasure begin to roll over him, he firms up his grip on me and begins to stroke me more effectively.

"Mark," he says, "this is weird, but I think we're both liking it." I agree.   Then it's time for the 2nd part of my plan.  "Hey, I'll tell you what.  Let's reverse, so we both can have a good view of what we're doing.   Then we can both do the same thing for each other."   He says "Ok."  And he reverses himself so his face is at the level of my crotch, and vice versa.   I strip off my underwear, and he, with a slight hesitation, strips off his.  

Now we're sitting here with our cocks in each other's faces, stroking each other.   "OK, Dan, that's cool.  Are you getting close?"  Dan says "No.  I'm getting more comfortable with this thing, but I'm still freaked enough that I'm not quite getting there."    I knew I was getting close, and as soon as I came, this would be over.  I had to move to the next level. 

"Ok, Dan. You owe me.   So I'm going to help you out, and you have to do to me whatever I do to you."   Without waiting for a reply, I put my mouth around his cock and begin to suck him off.   There is about 10 seconds wait, and then he begins to suck me off.   His head going up and down on me is heaven, and I'm really turned on giving my first blow-job.  The power of having someone in my power this way is huge.   So I cum pretty rapidly.  He takes it in his mouth and swallows!    And I keep sucking him, until he follows me about 30 seconds later.  I enjoy watching the muscles of his body tense with each shot.  

"Mark," he says, "that was awesome.  But does this make us queer?"   "No," I lie.  "It makes us friends who helped each other out when there weren't any girls around."   "I guess I'm cool with that."

We lay there a few moments longer.  And then I set the hook for next time.  "Hey, Dan?"  "Yeah," he says.  "Y'know, this is a lot safer for us than messing with girls.  We should do this now and then to help us take the pressure off so we don't get any girls pregnant."    He says "Sounds like a good plan to me."

The Turning Point

Stormhie Rain on Gay Stories

 

       

I was finally about to be a full fledged member of the fraternity I had been pledging. I had one more task to complete but what, the guys would not tell me. All I was told was that when the task masters, as they made us call them, returned we should all be freshly bathed. Throughout being pledged we were not allowed to have any sex at all and it was killing us guys because all we could think about all day was pussy and how we couldn’t wait to get in it. We were hoping that pussy was somewhere involved in tonights task.

 

We were all warned that the last task was
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rather hard to complete and that very few pledges were ever able to complete it and that was why it was so hard to be a member of this elite fraternity. Any who had been given the task before who were unable to complete it were sworn to secrecy and those who did complete it would never make mention of what the task entailed. All over the campus there were frats everywhere with tons of brothers in them but the frat I was pledging had the fewest members. I had heard that they had the hardest pledging of all the fraternities and that their hell week was even harder than that. But this frat had one other thing that none of the other fraternities had, their final day of hell week was called was a killer. It was called The turning Point because whatever the task was, if you were able to complete it, you had reached a turning point in your life and it would never be the same.
 
At ten minutes to ten on the final night all fifteen of us guys were called to line up so that we could be marched to out final task location. We were blindfolded and then taken to a secret place. Once there we were told to strip down to nothing which we all did. It seemed that most of our tasks required some kind of undress so it was no surprise that on this final night we would have to be in full undress. When everyone was completely naked we were told that all we had to do was obey the voice of the person giving us the orders and that once done we would be full fledged, pledged brothers. That sounded easy enough to me.

 

Suddenly we heard the head brother direct each of us to get on our knees at which point I did. Then I could hear one of the brothers begin to moan, “Oh yes, baby, YES!” He moaned out so powerfully that my dick became instantly hard. Then one by one, each of the pledges were soon moaning like crazy because our dicks were suddenly being stroked. As soon as each of the pledges dicks were hard the taskmaster told us to prepare ourselves for the turning point and suddenly I felt my dick being swallowed by the warmest mouth on the planet. “Oh yeah!” I cried out “do it baby.” The person sucking my dick was doing it better than anyone had done before them. I could barely maintain myself as the person swallowed me whole repetitively but to a certain degree I was afraid to have the blindfolds removed because I did not want to find that my dick was being sucked by some fat old ass grandma only to be told that I would have to fuck her to complete hell week. 

 

One by one I could hear each of my pledge mates begin to cry out in pleasure as well. It seemed that each of us was in our own personal heaven at that time. When the room was filled with the sound of us all moaning in heavenly bliss, the task master then informed us that we were to be gagged momentarily but that the pleasure would not stop and within seconds of him saying that I could feel something being stuffed in my mouth and then something being tied around my mouth. He explained that the gags were to keep us from giving away what the turning point to the still blindfolded pledges was once our blindfolds were removed. He then told us that our blindfolds would be removed but only when he called us by name. He said that when we opened our eyes what we did from there would determine whether we have reached and completed the turning point or not.

 

As I could feel my dick being sucked like never before I soon became lost in the pleasure and was nearing a hard and powerful orgasm. I began to let out muffled moans and then I could feel pressure being applied to the base of my shaft just above my balls. This pleasure although extremely wonderful stopped my orgasm with lightening quickness. “Nooooooo!” I tried to get out “Please don’t stop” but the gag stopped me from doing so. With my mind reeling I heard the taskmaster begin to speak. The first name I heard him call was Jay, and then there was silence. It was in this silence that I began to feel my dick being sucked again. “Fuck yes” I practically hissed. After a few moments I then heard him say Jay you have not completed the turning point, you will not be a member of our brotherhood, then silence again as it sounded as though Jay was being escorted out.

 

Next I heard him call Eric, followed by silence again and then he repeated the same words he said to Jay. I began to wonder what it was that made him dismiss two of my toughest pledge brothers but the blissful assault on my dick soon replaced all concern. One by one he went through every name dismissing almost everyone but three pledges. I was again at the point of exploding and again the pressure at the base of my shaft put a stop to it. I wanted to release so bad by this point that I was experiencing both pain and extreme pleasure all at once. My body began to shake as my dick pulsed and pulsed with the pent up cum it held but the person sucking my dick refused to grant me that pleasure, torturing me unmercifully.

 

Finally I heard my name being called but my dick was being sucked so good that I was paying no attention. Suddenly I felt the gag being removed from my mouth and the blindfold being removed from my eyes and as my eyes began to focus the vision I saw before me shocked me to no end. Down on the floor in front of me with ass tooted in the air was one of the senior brothers sucking my dick while his ass was filled with the big dick of another brother. The sight before turned me on so much more than I already was that I shot my load right there into the mouth of my frat brother. “OHHHHHHHHHH FFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!” I screamed out over and over and over again. I came for about three minutes nonstop filling his mouth with shot after shot of my hot molten seed. I could not believe a man was making me cum like that and that I really liked it. I had never thought of myself as gay, had never fantasized about gay sex but I knew at that moment as my dick erupted like an explosive volcano that there was no turning back. I had indeed reached a turning point in my life and the decision I made was to turn with the tide. I could not deny that I was in love with what was happening to me and I did not want it to end.

 

As I shot the last of my load into my senior taskmaster he continued sucking me, taking me so deep into his throat I thought I would pass out. The more he sucked me the more the senior brother fucked him until finally I nutted again at the same time the other two shot their loads and all that could be heard through the room was the cheers of my frat brothers as they cheered us on. “Gordon you have completed the turning point, you are now an official member of the brotherhood. But it didn’t end there, just when I thought it was all over, the college dean walked into the room and stunned me even more.

 

“The four of you gentle men have all reached the turning point and from what I can see you have all decided to turn in our direction, that makes me proud. The other pledges all lost their erections when their blindfolds were removed and were unable to turn with the rest of us therefore that leaves only the four of you. But you needn’t worry about our secret being exposed, I can promise you that they will never speak of this moment as long as they live. Now that you have completed the turning point, I must tell you that keeping our secret is important as revealing it could destroy us as a brotherhood and bring about tremendous repercussions that we all would have some level of difficulty enduring.” He looked around at the four of us and went on, “With that being said and out of the way now comes the initiation. You will next be initiated into the brotherhood by none other than me. He then began to strip off his clothes to be as naked as the rest of us but when he removed his boxers I was unprepared for what I saw. There before me was the biggest dick I had ever seen in my eighteen years. The deans dick had to be at least fourteen inches and was as thick as my ankle. He smiled at each of us as our jaws dropped while he stood there fisting his monster as he announced that he would be engaging in an orgy with all four of the newest members.

 

The next thing I knew the four of us were all being positioned the way the dean wanted us to be and the fuckfest was ready to commence. I was told to drop to my knees and Tyler one of my pledge brothers was placed in front of me and I was told to suck his dick. I willingly opened my mouth and took in his eight inches. I had never sucked a dick before but I got the hang of it pretty fast as Tyler began moaning like crazy. The taste of his dick in my mouth was making me crazy and I could not seem to get enough. I tried with all of my might to swallow him whole and it was then that I knew I was a cockhound. My other pledge brother Matthew was then told to lay on the floor under me and suck my dick while I sucked Tyler’s which he did well, not as well as the guy before him but damn good nevertheless.

 

Ashton was then told to get behind Tyler whose dick I was sucking and fuck him in the ass which he did and the dean got behind me and began rimming my ass. It felt so good to have his warm tongue licking my ass crack that I almost came in Matthew’s mouth at that moment. After a few minutes of rimming me, I could feel him slip his tongue into my hole and I knew I had fallen in love with this turning point and I wanted it to never end.  After bringing me to the brink of ecstasy several times with his tongue, the dean then stood and prepared to give me my first anal fuck. The scene was all set and the rest of the brothers all stood around us in a jerk circle of initiation and began to stroke their dicks. I felt my ass cheeks being spread again and then I felt his dick trying to push it’s way into my ass. “YESSSSSSSSSSS” I hissed out. As he began to apply pressure to my asshole I could feel the pain start as my asshole began to stretch open. “OHHH SHIT!” I almost yelled out as the pain increased. It felt as though my ass was being ripped apart but he kept on slowly entering me inch by wonderful inch. Matthew was now sucking my dick with a vengeance and I was slowly beginning to lose it. The dean had five inches in me before he began a steady stroke in and out, in and out, in and out.

 

His movements were slow and calculated, gentle yet firm. He was breaking me in and I loved it. After a few minutes of this, the pain began to slowly subside and I began to move into him as he thrust into me. Feeling me relax, he pushed another three inches into me and began to fuck me a little harder. “You like my big dick bitch?” he began to growl out. “You’d better, because you are now my fuck slave” he said as he punished me with another four inches of his monster dick. Now he was fucking me full force as he couldn’t control himself anymore. “I like your tight virgin ass Gordon” he panted out, “It’s now all mine you hear me bitch” he said as he pulled my hair and rammed the last two inches into me filling me to the extreme with all fourteen inches in me. He began to pump me hard and rough and I began to yell with all of my might as a tremendous orgasm began building in me. “Tell me you’re my fuck bitch Gordon he said over and over as he began getting close to cumming.

 

I could hear Tyler begin to shout I’m cumming moments before he shot his load into my mouth and as much as I tried to say what I was told the onslaught of cum filling my mouth disabled me from speaking. This was the first time I had a man cum in my mouth and as soon as the taste of cum landed in my mouth I knew I would be doing it forever and as much as I could. I slurped and swallowed every drop of his cum, sucking on his dick until he had to beg me to stop. The dean was pounding my ass relentlessly as he repeated, “tell me you’re my fuck bitch Gordon!” the dean instructed. “I’m your fuck bitch. I’m your fuck bitch, I’m your bitch” I growled out. The dean instructed Tyler  who was fresh out of cum at the moment to get on his knees behind me and blow Matthew who was servicing my dick with a passion at this point. He then told Ashton to get back behind Tyler and fuck Tyler until he came. I began to hear some of the brothers in the jerk circle moaning and saying “AW YEAH” as they started to shoot cum on us. The feeling of hot sticky cum all over my naked body made me even harder.

 

The dean spread my cheeks wider as he pumped me like his bitch and began to growl out my name repeatedly, ”Gordon. Gordon, Gordon my fuck bitch, Gordon, Gordon, Gordon” he was really close to cumming. Soon Matthew was screaming out that he was cumming and filling Tylers mouth with his white hot protein. When Matthew had shot out as much jiszm as he could, both he and Tyler collapsed onto the floor and the dean told them they were done and then told Ashton to get behind him and fuck him in the ass. When Ashton entered the dean’s ass, something took over the dean and he began to fuck me like a madman. Suddenly the dean began to growl and pant like a crazed animal in heat as he continued to pound my ass. I was so hard that I was in pain as the pleasure shot through every bone in my body. Ashton was pounding in the dean’s ass while the dean was pounding in mine. I could feel my balls filling with the hot lava that was ready to rip through my piss hole and before I could stop it. I shot out my spunk like bullets from a machine gun, over and over, shot after nonstop shot. Then something new happened, I started to cum again and as soon as I was done, I came again, and again I couldn’t stop. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me I chanted as I came like crazy feeling euphoric and possessed from the hot cum being shot all over me by my brothers while having the dean assault my virgin ass with his fourteen inch pole.

 

With my dick shooting out bullets of cum uncontrollably and me yelling with everything in me that I was the deans fuck slave bitch, the dean then lost it and began to fill my ass with his seed at the same time Ashton lost the fight and shot his sperm deep into the deans rectum. All three of us were cumming like crazy when the brothers erupted in a cum frenzy. Cum was landing on me from all directions  and angles as my brothers released their juices all over us. The deans dick was so big that it acted as a plug stopping his sperm from escaping my ass while he shot his babies into me like I was the bitch that he was making me out to be. The more he came the more full I felt and the more full I felt the more I came. “FUCKYAEH, FUCKYEAH, the dean cried out as he filled me some more with every decadent drop of his seed. Ashton, who was drained at this point was then instructed by the dean when he was able to speak, to get in front of me and suck my dick until there was no more sperm left in me which he then did. The dean finally ceased to fill me with his spunk and his dick plopped out of me leaving a huge trail of cum running from my now gaping hole to the floor. Weak from the fuck, the dean then collapsed on the floor behind me as I was left with Ashton to suck the sperm right out of me.

 

Giving it everything he had Ashton sucked me like a champ and after about five minutes of being in a perpetual state of orgasmic bliss as I abused Ashtons mouth with my torrent of cum, I was at last done and I collapsed to the floor with the rest of them as the last of the brothers cried out in ecstasy as they continued to cum all over all of us. After a considerable amount of time the dean stood up and made his way to the door informing us that we had the remainder of the night to fuck each other as much as we wanted to but by sunrise, we all had to cease and not fuck each other again until next year when the turning point would be presented again. Immediately I jumped up and searched for an ass to fuck. I had so little time to do so much and I wanted to do it all before it was too late and I had another year to wait before I could explore my new bi sexuality.  I had truly reached a turning point in my life and there was no way in hell I was going to turn back.

 

 

 

There is a part two if I get a good response from the readers. You can email me at   sexy_erotique_1@yahoo.com   and title it The Turning Point to tell me what you think and if you want more.

Boy's First Time- Chapter 2

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So i got some good feed back on the first story, and the first story is now re-eddited because i wrote it on my cell phone on a road trip, and had it spaced and in paragraphs but i guess it didn't save it how i wrote it exactly, but it's been eddited and is now in the " re-approval" process i guess.. Anyway, on with part 2.

 

It's now Saturday morning, I thought lastnight had to have been a dream, I laid there and wondered about it, and replayed what seem like a dream over in my head.

 

Then I realized, Justin is still laying on my back, His arms still wrapping me, and his dick still in me. 

 

Wow, i thought to myself. This is really real.

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Trying not to wake him after what had to have been a very tiring performance last night,I tried to ease my way out from under him to go to the bathroom.

"Morning baby" He said as he awoke.

" Morning Daddy" I said as i was putting my shorts on.

" Lastnight was fucking awesome, I've never had any that good in my life.EVER!" He says while putting his shorts on too.

" Hell yeah it was. Even though I can hardly walk, or sit for that matter, the pain was sure as hell worth it" I said with a laugh


" You think you're hurting? My dick is so sore man, I've jacked off for hours watching porn and it's never been this sore. I must have really gave it to you, huh?" He said with a shit-eating grin

" You sure as hell did, Wore yourself out in the process too. I've never sweated that much, or seen anyone sweat as much as we did lastnight.It felt like raindrops hitting my back when you were fucking me" I said while looking through the sheets trying to find my shirt

" Haha, yeah, We're still a little moist from the sweat too" He said while looking at me getting dressed.

" Want anything to drink, or anything? I'm going to the bathroom so i can get you something while im out if you want" I asked

 " Sure baby, I'll have whatever you're getting" He said with a grin

" K daddy, be back in a few" I said as i was walking to the door

" Hurry back" He said, While delivering a nice slap to my ass as i walked to the door from the bed side.

 " Here's your drink Daddy, I know it's Your fave, Sweet tea with lots of ice and extra sugar" I said while handing him the glass

" Damnit baby, You've been my B/F for less than a day and already doing sweet things like that" He said while kissing me 

" I know. But since we are B/F and B/F or whatever it is now, I figured I shouldn't wait to start acting like it. Hell, you were calling Baby 3 minutes into our relationship" I said with a laugh as i rubbed his chest

" Yeah, that's true. So, how are you liking our relationship so far" He asked

" It's great, I just wish every night could be like last night, And every morning could be like this morning" I said while starting to blush

" Who says it couldn't be baby?" He replied

" Well, You only stay here on the weekends" I replied

" Yeah, but we could figure out something for the night part" He said confidently

" Yeah, I'm sure we could" I replied

" It's awful quiet down stairs, where are your parents?" He asked

" No clue really, There was a note on the table saying they were gone out for the day, Probably shopping or whatever, you know how my mom is. Has to re-decorate the house every week" I said with a laugh

" Haha yeah, that re-decorating stuff of her's is starting to rub off on my momma too" He said with a laugh.

" Did you not bring another outfit with you?" I asked

" Naw, Mom was rushing me to get ready last night so i just wore what i had on and brought the PS3 stuff" He replied while smelling his clothes

" Stinks like sweat" He said after smelling his shirt

" Well, I am your Girlfriend Boyfriend, let me have those clothes and I'll wahs them for you" I said 

" Aw baby really? Thats so sweet of you!" He said with a smile

" Hey, isnt it my duty to take care of my man?" I replied back

" Well, if thats the case, I am kind of hungry too" He replied with a grin.

" Ok well give me those clothes, and I will throw them in the wash and go make some food" I said.

Walking to the garage with my Man's clothes, I thought to myself, So this is how it's like to have a man. I love it!. I dont think I could ever go back to being with Girls. Not after the awesome sex he gave me, and how sweet he is to me. Not to mention the fact that no one has ever made me as horny as him, just by looking at him.And when he touches me, I feel like i could orgasm just by his touch, no matter where on my body he touches me.

I throw his clothes into the washer, making sure to use the " Good" detergent and softner. As i remember his mother saying something about the cheaper brands make his skin dry and what not. Aren't I a sweet person? 

Walking into the kitchen, I look into the Fridge, What could i cook for my man? I asked myself. Hmm... It is about Noon, so I guess I will just make him something for Lunch. 

My parent's don't really keep the Fridge stocked too good, as they are always at work, and eat out, and just leave me money to eat out as well. Looking at the counter I noticed 40 dollars with another note attached " Son, this is for lunch and dinner, we may not be back untill late tonight"

Hmm, I said to myself. I know my boy loves pizza hut Deep-dish with extra pineapple. So I will just order him that.

I place the order for the pizza and continue on with house chores. I was in the Garage, putting his clothes into the dryer when the door bell rang.

" Hey Justin! Get the door! And put some clothes on!" I yelled out

" Okay, just a second, I'm gonna have to wear something of yours!" He yelled back

" Thats fine, just get the door, money is on the bar" I replied

Minutes later Justin walks back into the kitchen with the pizza

" Damn baby, You've really racked up the bonus points with all the sweet things you do for me!" He said with a grin

" Well thanks daddy, They may do me some good one day" I said with a laugh

Justin grabs him a plate, a piece or 2 of pizza and goes and sits in the living room,watching re- runs of his favorite show while eating.

While getting myself a plate, I look into the living room at him. Damn! I said to myself. Look at that Sexy motherfucker! I started feeling aroused and for the life of me could not get it to quit, even to eat.

I walk into the living room and have a seat next to him, noticing that he has removed his shirt, and is now eating in nothing but a pair of Boxer underwear. Totally fucking sexy.

He looks over at me, with the same look as last night before he literally raped me with my consent. I started to quiver as I looked back at him.

We finished eating minutes later, noticing how much a mess he made,

" Daddy you've done made a damn mess with that pizza sauce" I said, while wiping him off

" Yeah, But that's what I've got you for, My very own Wife" He said with a laugh

" pshhh" I said with a laugh while hitting him on the arm

" So, you're clothes are in the dryer now, should be done in a few minutes, But I think you need a bath before you go putting on clean clothes, Don't you think" I asked

" Yeah, it probably wouldn't hurt" He replied

I went into the bathroom and started the shower.We have a nice big stand up shower stall in our home,Could easily fit 10 people in there. I have no idea why my parents installed this downstairs just for me, as they had their own in their Master bed room. 

I got the water the right temp, and started the shower up. Walking back into the living room, I walked up to him, grabbing him gently by the crotch.

" Come here dirty boy" I said with a sexy grin

" Oh yes mam" He replied with a grin

Leading him into the bathroom, i shut and locked the door, just in case, you never know. 

I got on my knees in front of him, and ever so slowly pulled his underwear to his ankles  and tossed them into the hamper.

Standing up, I again gently grabbed his cock and tugged him into the shower.

Standing under the main shower head, I made sure to soak this dirty boy down. He reached for the soap,

" Oh no no" I said 

" I'll wash you for you, just relax and let me go" I said softly

" Sure thing baby" He said with a relieving sigh as my hands ran across his body

Grabbing the shampoo, and gently scrubbing into his hair, making sure not to let any of it into his eyes, i softly passionately washed his hair.

I then grab the soap, and start to lather up a wash cloth.

" You done this before?" He asked with a grin

" Nope, but I damn sure have fantasized about it a lot" I said softly

Gently washing his chest, moving to his arms and under arms, and down his tummy to his cock, washing his cock ever so gently yet thoroughly as well as his huge balls. I continue down his legs.

" Turn around daddy" I softly whisper

I now start gently washing his neck and back, moving down to his ass, making sure to wash everything really good. 

Rinsing his hair, and body, paying special attention to his wonderful Dick which had gave me the ride of a lifetime last night, I stand up and give him a deep kiss

 " All done. Squeaky clean" I say with a laugh

" Now, go lay on the couch and I'll be out in a few minutes, ok?" I said.

Standing in the shower, Quickly yet thoroughly washing myself, I thought to myself how Hot,Sexy and Passionate it was to wash his body while he stood there enjoying every second of it.I began to get aroused once again.

Stepping out of the shower, quickly drying off, i put on some deodorant and walk into the living with the deodorant.

" Arms up" I say, while applying deodorant to his arm pits

" Damn baby, this is awesome"  He said with a surprised tone

" How's that cock? Still sore?" I asked

" No it's okay now. That hot shower really helped it, and my whole body out" He said with a laugh

With my hands resting on his big muscular thighs, almost touching his balls, I look up at him, into his gorgeous eyes and i can tell what he wants.

Without a word being said, I gently stroke his soft cock, slowly reviving it to its entire 9 inch erect state, while not forgetting his balls either, I gently massage them while stroking his now fully erect cock. God, it felt so wonderful in my hand, His giant balls filled my other hand.

" Ahh,ughhhh" He moaned with relief

" You like that, Daddy?" I asked in a sexy low tone

" You know I do baby" He replied while yet again moaning

I continue stroking his monster cock, feeling it get harder and harder in my hands. Running my hands up and down his muscular legs,chest and arms.

I kneel down beside him on the floor, and begin licking him. From his lower legs to chest, missing his cock and balls just to tease him. I return to his crotch, and immediately take all of his cock i can fit into my mouth, returning to the same way i had gotten him off the night before, Sucking the head of his cock very hard while jacking him off.

Within minutes i heard " Baby, ohhhh baby, I'm gonna cum, ughhh" 

I kept going, sucking harder, stroking faster. Anticipating another load of cum like last time, I prepared for it, I could feel his big balls tighten up in my hands and I knew he wasn't far from the edge.

" I'm fuckin cummin! God damn! Ohhh fuck yeahhh baby!!!! God please dont stop!!!!" He yelled

Continuing on, I feel his balls tightening up even more, his whole body tensing up.. I could taste his cum, pre-cum leaking like a faucet. 

" OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK GODDDDDDD" He yelled out

Spurt after spurt, his hot and thick load shot down my throat, This time, I was prepared, and didn't lose a single drop.

On my knee's looking up at him, mouth still closed as if I were holding his cum, He looks at me and says,

" Damn boy, did you swallow it all? That was a shit ton! It felt like twice as much as last night!" He said in a loud tone

" All gone daddy, See, AHHH" I said while opening my mouth wide to show him I had swallowed every single drop of what seemed like a Gallon of his hot thick sticky cum.

" What a good little whore you are, I love you baby" He said

" I love you too" I said while kissing his cock

" And i love you too" I said while kissing him deeply

" Now, let's get dressed and walk down to the mall for awhile, maybe venture into some sexual acts there too, I've always wanted to mess around in a bathroom stall" I said with excitement

" Yeah, we could give it a shot, just got to be careful ya know?" He replied

That's all for now. Let me know how you liked part 2. comments please!

 

 

My First College Semester

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By the time I moved off to college to start my first semester as a transfer student I was 22, and as the weeks past I felt myself growing more and more lonely since I didn’t know anyone in my new town. I was seeing a girl when I first moved, but we didn’t get along at all and so I got rid of her and was back to square one essentially. I would usually sit around in my apartment on the weekends and get drunk and listen to music and play around on the net, chatting with people and looking at porn mostly. When I moved it’d been awhile since I was with a guy last, in fact the last guy that I did it with was the very first guy that I’d done it with years earlier. I’ve never been the type to seek out other men, in fact, of the 7 or so men I’d been with befor

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e, it just randomly happened, and was with people I had known for years. I had a bad habit of being a tease when on the net talking to other guys and made a lot of guys mad when they would come over and I didn’t put out. Truth is, I’ve never just given it away and did not plan on starting now but there was a couple of exceptions here and there. I hate to admit this, but I used the net mostly as a hustle to get guys to buy me alcohol and bring it over so that I could get drunk for free. The first two that came over weren’t even close to my type, one was a bigger guy who was very pushy and grabby and the other was a real feminine guy who just wasn’t for me. So I made excuses and sent them away "temporarily," promising to call them as soon as I was done doing whatever it was that I’d made up and had them leave the liquor but never called. The next guy I let come over was in his late 40's and during our chat session he spent the whole time whining about his wife not doing anything for him anymore and this and that and whatever. I had changed into what I called my "hosting outfit," which consisted of a pair of panties, usually thongs and a pair of short gym shorts and a t-shirt and when he got there we fixed drinks and sat down and talked. All this guy did was talk and ask me questions, which was fine with me I guess and we both started getting really buzzed after a couple hours. He asked me at one point to take off my shorts and I did and sat next to him in just my panties and shirt and he was making some flattering comments about my appearance that I knew he didn’t really mean. Then he said that this was the most sexual excitement he’d had in over a year which made me feel sorry for him so I suggested that he whip it out for me. He obliged by standing up and dropping his pants to his ankles and sat back down and his long, and skinny 8 or so inch penis was at full mast. I leaned over and took the base of it into my hand and lowered my mouth onto it, taking it about halfway in. He moaned and groaned as I slowly and awesomely went down on his neglected old pecker, and let out a little bit of a yelp when I took it almost all the way down my throat. I could tell he was about to go, so I took it out slowly and beat it off furiously with my hand and seconds later he sprayed all over the place. He was very grateful and he thanked me several times before finishing what was left of his drink and leaving. This got me to thinking and realizing that I was a lot more comfortable and could be my more submissive self when I was around older married men who were sex deprived and seeking attention and a new adventure, so I decided that’s all I would deal with from now on.

A week passed and I’d been chatting for several nights with the same man online, another older man, 48 I think he was who’s wife was never at home and was always off on some type of trip or weekend adventure with her friends and when she was there was a cold fish in bed. That Friday was a federal holiday so we were out from school and when I woke up around 11 that morning I had an IM from him on my pc screen. He was asking me to come over and spend the day with him at his house and promised that there would be plenty of privacy, a pool and lots of booze. I was reluctant at first, but then agreed and put on my bathing suit and a shirt and set out to find the address I was given. When I arrived, it was a huge ass house that you had to drive up a long driveway to get to. I parked and rang the bell and was soon greeted at the door by him. He was an average looking man I guess, about 5'9'’ average build, salt and pepper hair, and was wearing only a bathing suit. He invited me in and we immediately went out to the private pool area where he made me a drink at the wet bar. After a few drinks and some idle chit chat, we jumped into the pool and swam around a bit before making our way over to the pools edge to sip our drinks a little more. The conversation soon shifted to him asking me a lot of questions about my sex life. He asked how many times I’d gone "all the way," and I told him that I wasn’t sure the exact number of individual times, but I’d only been with 5 guys "all the way," and pointed out that I had blown more guys than just 5 but I don’t just give it all away to just anyone. I turned the question on him and asked him how many younger men he’d been with and he told me that he honestly had never done it with anyone, male or female, other than his wife, and that they had been together for like almost 35 years. I asked him what his wife’s problem was and he said that he didn’t know. He said when she first cut him off a couple of years ago, he suspected infidelity and hired a guy to follow her for a month, but that wasn’t it, he said she just wouldn’t do anything with him and had no interest in it except maybe once a year on his birthday. I asked him why he chose to seek out a younger man as opposed to a younger woman and he said that he’d thought a lot about it and wanted to expand his horizons. We got out to fix what I think was our forth drink a piece and while he fixed mine behind the bar, he suggested that we skinny dip, so when he handed me my drink I took a big swig and then removed my swim trunks. As I stood there naked the warm afternoon breeze blew across my body and when my new friend walked around from behind the bar, also naked, I glanced down to see his semi hard erection which hung half way down his thigh! When he walked over to me I was still staring and he asked me if I liked it and instead of saying yes or no, I took a sip of my drink, sat it down, and walked to him, dropped to my knees, grabbed it and took it in my mouth and began bobbing and sucking on it. It didn’t take long for this old guys 10 inch pole to become totally and completely hard and being buzzed and being really turned on, I sucked it like a porn star from the get go. I was giving the most furious blow job of my life to this guy and I was driving him crazy. It had been an extremely long time since I found myself this turned on and truly craving a cock. I kept on at that pace for several, several, minutes and when I could tell that he was about to go, I pulled it out and told him to cum on my face. He started to beat his meat fast as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes in anticipation of what was to come, and seconds later, there it was, hot spirts of his seed covering my face and neck and I loved it. I immediately jumped into the pool to wash myself off and then quickly returned and asked him how it was. He was still dazed looking from the pleasure he’d just received and he said it was fantastic. Then I made his year when I walked over to the lounge chair and pulled off a big cushion and lay it by the edge of the pool and laid down on it and told him to join me. As soon as he lay beside me and gobbled up his big cock again, getting it as hard and as wet as I could. After accomplishing that, I rolled over on my side, my back to him, kept my left leg straight but shifted my right one up and told him to slip it in. It took him a second to get it right, but before long the head of that long, skinny snake was inside me and with a couple of good thrust, it was totally in, something I had never felt before. Old folks went to town on me and oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, is all I could say. When he would go deep in me, I’d respond by clenching around it as hard as I could with my ass and would hole it for several seconds then release. He did me for a good 10 minutes more before he busted his load deep inside me. I stayed on for several hours after that and before I left we had done it three more times, the last time being in his bed with me dressed up in a pair of his wife’s panties and stockings. When I left that night he sent me home with a bottle of top shelf bourbon, $200 and the promise to come back the next week for a repeat, which I did, and for the next three weeks after that before the semester break.

 

 

Rest Area Sex

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I drive on I-85 a lot and travel from Atlanta to in South Carolina and along the way have to stop at truck stops and rest areas to relieve myself. Well, one such night I had to do that and did not know what excitiment I would find. I have seen guys at the rest areas looking for meet ups a lot but never had the courage to try it out myself. I had a few guy on guy encounters years ago and had thoug

My Co-worker's hot ass

bigmike3456 on Gay Stories

It was a hot August afternoon and our company was trying to finish a house on time. We had four houses in various
stages being framed and finished in a quiet neighborhood.

I was in the process of putting down the flooring in one of the houses and was sweating bad. It was against the rules to go shirtless on the job sites but nobody was around and my shirt was already soaked. I was in the kitchen of the house and dropped my tool belt to the floor. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it onto the counter. My chest is covered in furr and I have a fairly nice muscular frame with nice 17" arms and a 34 inch waist. My stomach also has a shadow of furr running across it and a trail from my chest down to my 7" cut tool. I ran my hands across my chest and watched as the swe

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at splashed into the air. I needed to get out of my pants so I walked out to my work truck and opened my gym bag and pulled out a pair of jean shorts. I went back inside the house and kicked off my laceup leather work boots and pulled off my pants which too were wet with sweat. My underwear were also wet with sweat and my cock was sagging to the bottom of my sweaty balls. I keep my balls shaved and my pubs trimmed nice and neat. I pulled on the shorts and put my boots back on. I went back to the tile saw and began cutting more tile for the bathroom. I started to take the tiles to the bathroom but needed more spacers. I knew some spacers were in the house next door so I walked over to the house. There was a radio playing in the back bedroom and I figured it was left on by one of the workers when they left. I walked to the bedroom and I could hear movement in the bathroom. I slowely walked to the bathroom and could see a shadow on the floor from the skylight. I could tell someone was jacking off due to the shadow movement on the floor and the guy was growning. I slowely looked inside and saw this guy Austin from one of the sheetrock crews. He had his clothes laying on the floor and was wearing nothing else but his work boots.

Austin is 602 170 pounds, shaved head and goatee with a chest covered in black fuzz. Austin also has a shaved ass and legs and a nice thick cut cock.

Austin was standing in front of the mirror jacking his fat cock in a nice slow motion. Austin kept spitting on his cock head while he was jacking. My cock immediately began to get hard and within seconds was trying to get out the top of my waist band. I quietly unzipped my shorts and pulled my cock out and started to jack. The floor had no carpet and was gritty. I moved my foot slightly making some noise. Austin turned and looked into the hall seeing me standing with my cock in my hand. Austin said, "what the fuck are you doing" and I replied jacking to your hot bod man with a grin on my face. Austin said, this is fucked up man you should have some respect for my privacy. I told Austin, would it make it any better if I told you I saw you before when you blew your wad all over the toilet in the house last week. Austin got pissed and walked over to me and pushed me up against the wall. I said hold on fucker, Im not going to tell anyone, and to prove it, Ill suck your cock for you right now. Austin said fuck you man I'm not like that, I walked over towards him and stood right in front of him face to face. I reached down and grabbed his cock in my right hand and slowely began stroking him. Austin closed his eyes and layed his head against the wall. I dropped to my knees and took his hot cock into my mouth. Austin began to groan with appreciation and like a pro placed his hand on the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth. I had never blown a guy with prince albert so it was some getting used to but I quickly overcame my new experience. I began to deep throat his hot cock. Austin continued to work my mouth with his fat cock oozing pre cum. I took the tip of my finger and ran it across the head of his prick and scooped up some pre cum, I then reached my finger to his man hole and began to flick at it with my finger. Austin spread his legs further apart as he stood before me plowing my face with his cock, my cock was still slapping against my stomach as it was rock hard. Austin had such an awesome body and to be between his legs sucking his cock was such a fucking turn on. I began to stand up and ran my tongue from his cock up to his nipples sucking his nipples giving each one attention for sevral minutes. I then backed Austin up to the counter and layed him across the bathroom sinks. I started sucking his cock again and Austin had one hand behind his head exposing his furry arm pit and the other hand was holding his leg back exposing his cock and huge hairless balls. I stopped and sucked his balls several times in between cock sucking. My cock was ready to explode I was so turned on. I looked down and saw Austin had a nice pink man hole. I reached up and slowely began to suck his nipples again and took my right hand on my cock pointing it to his man hole. I nudged my cock head toward his hole and he never flinched or tried to stop my cock. I stood back up and spit a load down to my cock. I slowely began to push my cock into his hole, Austin spread his legs nice and wide holding them with his hands. I watched as Austins cock oozed pre cum onto his hairy belly in anticipation of my cock. I took my cock and was able to slowely ease it in until I got to a point where he was groaning in pain from my cock and his virgin ass trying to take it. I was able to work my cock all the way in getting my pubs to touch his man hole. Austin was finally able to relax as my cock slid in and out of his hairy hole, It was less than five minutes of me fucking his hot ass before I began to tense up. I told Austin I was going to cum as I was fucking him as he laid in a pool of sweat running off his body onto the counter. I again told Austin I was going to cum, but Austin only groaned again. I was pumping his ass and dripping sweat onto his cock when my balls tensed up and I began to seed his ass. My cock throbbed and pulsed twelve huge loads of white love into his tight hole. I slowely pulled my cock from his ass and began to work on his cock again. I started sucking Austin's cock and within no time, Austin told me he was going to cum, I continued sucking his fat cock until he started to blow his load in my mouth. Spasm after spasm, Austin continued to blow a huge hot load in my mouth and I eagerly swollowed every drop. I finished sucking his cock and cleaning his rode with my tongue. Austin's ass started to ooz my man sauce out and I took my finger cleaning his ass hole for him as he laid there panting.

I asked Austin when was the last time he had cum and he said last week. I told him he had a huge load and if he ever wanted to unload on me again, he only needed to ask. I helped Austin up off the counter. Austins cock was still semi hard. I asked him if he needed another load sucked out, Austin laughed and said fuck yeah man, I leaned Austin back against the counter top and began to suck his cock for a second explosion. It took me a good sweaty fifteen to twenty minutes to suck Austin to another much smaller load in my mouth but it was still well worth the fucking sweaty mess to get to it.

After blowing Austin, he got his shorts back on and we walked out to the house I had been working on. I told Austin to cum by anytime he saw my truck outside for some hot fucking fun. Austin has taken me up on it several times, not only at work but stops by for beers now too.

More later..........mmmm Austin is a hottie

Fridays just got better 1

pace_purr on Gay Stories

Fridays after I finished work early I usually went into the city for a look around and a few beers before walking out to my wifes office for our drive home together. This particular Friday I was taken short and the nearest toilet was the one in the Rundle St car park.

I went in the centre cubicle and dropped my pants, glancing round I noticed the usual graffiti, so and so gives good head,my wife fucks anybody etc. There was also a couple of small holes in the wall, not exactly glory holes though. I glanced through both cubicles were empty so I got down to doing what I went in for. I had just about finished when the cubicle door on my left opened, someone came in and dropped his pants. I wiped myself with paper and was about to leave but a glanced through the hole I saw my

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neighbour was rubbing his cock. I took a better look, it was one of those beautifully shaped cocks, long, thick, the veins causing a marble effect, the glans was a light purple and it curved slightly along its entire length, in truth a magnificent specimen. Now I'm not gay just bi, but looking at that cock I just had to feel it. With just looking through the hole my own cock had grown to its throbbing best and I was stroking it, an eye appeared at the hole and I moved slightly to give a better view. Just then the lights went out leaving us in total darkness, 'bloody great' I thought 'no more looking at that gorgeous cock. I sat for another minute hoping the lights would come back on, no such luck, infact my neighbour appeared to have thought it was a pointless exercise because I heard the door next door open and close then light from the outside door flooded in as he left. Totally pissed off I pulled up my own trousers and followed him out.

I walked out on to Rundle Street my eyes still getting used to the summer sun.

"Hi black in there wasn't it"

I glanced round, a guy about thirty years old with long black hair and startling blue eyes was standing next to me smiling.

"Err, yes sure was couldn't see a bloody thing", startling dialogue I can come up with at times.

"Are you interested in seeing a bit more than you did in there, if you are interested I live near by".

Well I had to admit I was interested and we walked off together, turning into Hutt Street we headed in the general direction of my wifes office. At the time I was hoping that I would not see anyone that worked with my wife. Before we got that far he stopped at the gate of a town house, turning he asked if I was coming in, a seconds thought and I was through the gate in a secluded courtyard. In the house he turned to me and pushed himself against me his arms going round my neck he kissed me full on the lips. As I said I'm not gay and kissing a guy isn't my thing, he seemed to sense it, instead he dropped his hands to my belt and began undressing me. I returned the favour after all, I wanted to see and touch that that magnificent shaft. His cock bobbed free of his underpants as I pulled them down, I dropped to my knees to get a better view of it, almost hypnotised by the sight I couldn't help myself I took the head in my mouth. It felt magnificent hard but soft a slight salty taste and musky smell came from it, my toungue circled the glans and probed the slit precum started to flow and I lapped it off. I felt hands on me encouraging me to stand.

"Come up stairs its more comfortable"

Reluctently I stood and followed him admiring his tight arse and muscled back. Upstairs he laid back on his bed where I joined him once again my mouth engulfed his cock, at least now he could work on my cock at the same time

Sex With Strangers 6

ritcheydrew on Gay Stories

I have been wanting.. for a meeting. So this is my fantasy.......

I want a man that knows what he wants, and is no afraid. I want someone local that will take advantage of what I am willing to offer.
I just want to suck cock. I don't want 'drama' or 'chat' or anything other than to wrap my lips around a cock and suck it for all it's worth. I want to eat cum. I want to be used. I want to make some guy happy.
I don't want commitment, I don't want talk, I don't want drama... I said that already.
Let me do for you what no one else has ever done before. Let me be the fantasy come real.
Albany Oregon. Shout out!

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The Greek Lads (part 2)

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I retraced my steps in my mind. I’d been on the island only a few days. I’d hungered for some young, Greek flesh and now one of the café lads had followed me home, stripped down to his white briefs and sucked me dry. And now I was following him to my bed. He wanted me to show him the pleasures of sex between two men and I could do anything I wanted with him.

As he entered the room the last remaining light of the day filtered

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in through the long windows and lit his back with shadowy patterns. His shoulders were as strong from behind as his chest had been from the front, and similarly his torso shaped in to his slim hips. The tightness of his underwear showed the perfect roundness of his innocent arse, enveloping it and inviting me to experience it. I would, in time. He was mine for as long as I wanted and I wanted time to recover so that I could once again empty myself deep inside him. The next time though I would have him buck and moan beneath me as I held him and took him from behind. But in time. I had other pleasures for him first.

He stopped by the end of the bed and turned back to look at me. His large, brown eyes caught a ray of sunlight and glinted. He was smiling again, that cheeky, ladish grin told me he was relieved that I was there with him and that his request had been granted. He made to remove his shorts, pushing a thumb in either side, but I stopped him. I took hold of both his arms and held them away. And then I pulled him towards me so that our faces were almost touching. I looked into his deep, longing eyes and smiled. Lost for words I simply kissed him lightly on the mouth where I could taste the musky, lingering smell of my own cum mixed with his youthful scent.

I lay him down on his back and sat beside him on the edge of the bed. Twisting myself around I could lean over him and bear down to kiss his forehead. He tried to grab me and pull me onto him, but again I stopped him. I wanted him to know who was in charge and so placed his arms on the pillow above his head. Like this he was prone, open and defenceless.   And like this I could see his whole, smooth skinned body stretched out below me, mine for the taking. I kissed his forehead again and could smell his shampoo. His short, dark hair was gelled and groomed. He may have been a labourer by day but after work he took trouble to preen himself. His hair was washed, his face, save for the trace of sweat from his earlier exertions, was clean, closely shaved, no stubble. I ran my fingers across his soft cheek, cupping it in one large hand and tracing the shape of his nose with my thumb. As it crossed his lips I pushed a little harder and it slid in. Immediately his hot mouth was working on it, desperate to be sucking again. I smiled. He was eager and he was willing. But he would have to wait.

With his arms resting behind his head the downy soft hair beneath them was exposed to me and my mouth travelled there to explore and lick. He squirmed slightly, not sure if he liked this mild torture, and I knew that no one had ever done this for him before. My tongue moved across his chest, my nose nuzzling the small V of hair between his firm pecs before my mouth came to linger above a small, hard nipple.   I shifted my own arms so that I was gripping his, pinning him gently down to the mattress. And then my tongue flicked across the top of the nipple. Just one slight touch and I heard him gasp, felt him struggle slightly in my grip. But I was not going to let him go. If this was exciting him, just wait until I got lower down. I flicked the nipple again and again he made a sound. This time it was a murmur of pleasure and encouragement. I drew the sensitive, erect mound into my mouth and worked my tongue around it some more; pushing down with my face so that he could feel my weight on him. His hips rose and his chest tried to fight me off, pushing back at me. But I had him held. I gave him a couple of tiny, painless bites and his moaning crescendoed. And then I released my pressure and travelled back to the other side.

He received the same treatment there and returned the same sounds of enjoyment, but now he was not fighting back, he was offering up words in Greek, softly spoken and almost begging. I glanced up from where I was teasing him with my mouth and his eyes were wide in wonder. I paused, he smiled. I caught him off guard and clamped his nipple between my teeth, just hard enough to see him push his head back into the bed, close his eyes and let out a deep groan.

And then I was on the move again, trailing down the flat belly, wetting the whisper thin line of hair that led like a map to the top of his shorts. As I did this I carefully climbed across his legs, coming to kneel between them so that I had him laid out before me. I looked at him again but his eyes were closed. His arms, though, were still obediently lying beyond his head in submissive compliance. I looked back at the slim body, placed my large hands on each hip bone and pushed my tongue into his belly button. He squirmed and raised his hips. I pushed them back down with my grip and started to kiss lower. I could smell the fabric of his shorts, the washing powder even, and I could taste the salt on his skin. Being careful not to touch the straining hardness that was bound within, I gave him firm kisses on his shorts. Starting out at his hips and working my way into his inner thigh. Pushing his legs a little further apart I was able to burrow my face in deeper, pushing up the leg of his shorts and revealing a slight growth of dark hair, just between his balls and the top of his legs where the pelvic bone shows through. Without warning I clamped my mouth around his flesh in there and worked it hard with my tongue. He thrashed beneath me, making short grunting sounds as his body tried to twist free. But it was not to be. Pinning him harder I flashed to his other side, giving the same treatment to the never before explored area. Again he writhed and gasped and I smiled to myself knowing that I was showing him something new, something exciting, something he could teach to the other lads he hung out with.

I gave him a pause; worked my way down his strong, muscled legs until I came to his long, brown feet. Now I was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed and I drew his legs in together. From there I could look up the length of his body, but his face was obscured now by the straining bulge in the front of his skin tight shorts. All he wanted was for me to strip them from him and give his cock the same attention as he had given mine. But he was going to have to wait for that, I had another treat in store for him before I allowed either of us the satisfaction of working on his cock.

I took his ankles in my hands and started to turn him, he knew what I wanted and rolled onto his stomach without resistance. From my crouched position I could see along his legs, well toned and with only a soft covering of dark hairs, to the small mound of his arse. It was tempting me closer. I started to work my way back up, kissing and nibbling from the soles of his feet, always upwards, always slowly, until I reached the back of his knees. As soon as I started working my tongue in there the sounds he made amplified. His legs stiffened as he felt this new sensation shoot through him and I could see his hips lift from the bed as the pleasure/pain flashed from his legs to his groin and back again. I teased him some more, drinking in the scent of his innocence and revelling in the joy these new sensations were giving him.

And then it was time to move closer to my goal; to the silky smooth skin that I would find beneath those secret-keeping shorts. As I moved up between his legs they parted willingly, allowing me access to where he now knew I was going. My hands stroked the way ahead, flattening the downy hairs on the back of his legs, stroking his flesh and massaging my route to his arse. When I reached it I was able to take one cheek in each of my wide palms and claw at his muscles as he had done at mine, pulling the material of his shorts up so that they would be even tighter at the front. And then I took both sides of the shorts in one hand and twisted so the material came together in one line; pulled upwards and it slid in between his arse cheeks, revealing the dark, smooth flesh to me on either side. And then I pulled just a little harder so that he could feel the tension against his hole.

His groans had now turned to near desperate sobs, and he had buried his face into the sheets to muffle the sounds he was unable to control. With his shorts wedged up against him like this I started to kiss his cheeks. One side then the other, wetting them with my saliva, sucking them in between my lips and taking small bites, just to let him know I had him at my command. His hips ground into the bed making circular movements, rubbing his swollen cock against the sheets below. His arse rose to meet me as I chewed it, licked it, savoured it.

And just when he thought I could show him no more ecstasy I pulled the back of his shorts down revealing to me his darkly puckered hole. It was begging to be serviced, his hips pushing it up towards me, opening him out. And I had led him on far enough. Pulling the shorts as far from my target as I could I leant down towards him and rested my stubbled chin on the top of his hairless arse crack. Then slowly, applying pressure, drew my face downwards, scratching at his sensitive, untouched flesh and making him moan louder. I felt my chin scrape over his hole and he gasped a high pitched sound of surprise. And then my tongue was on it. Flicking at it, poking gently as I drew in the sweet scent of his sweat. It flicked harder, started to penetrate, to part the virgin ring little by little until it was exploring just inside. My mouth surrounded his hole, my nose buried deep into his cheeks and I pulled his arse open a little wider.

He was pushing back into me with more force now. His words were muffled but they urged me on. His hips rose with more desperation and I could feel his head twist from side to side. I pulled him up to his knees and he took the position gratefully, saying ‘yes,’ through his wild groaning. My hands were around his hips, so slender that my fingers almost touched in the front. I gave him more of my stubble, grating it across his slippery anus as I slurped up and down his crack. And then I let my hands slip to the front of his shorts where his young cock was still trapped and straining. As I dug my tongue deeper into him I let my fingers gently play down his solid shaft, barely tickling it through the cotton. I cupped his small balls in one hand and rolled them around, my fingertips playing on them, stroking them. He was working himself up to come. I could feel his body start to spasm, I could hear louder whimpers of desperation. I was going to bring him off without touching the flesh of his 19 year old cock. I just ran my fingernails up and down his shaft, scratched at its engorged head through the shorts and pinched it with my nails as I worked on his ball sack and chewed out his arse.

He was thrusting back into my face with more force now, circling his arse around and pushing back wanting me in deeper. But he would get that later. Later I’d be doing this with my thick cock buried in him. We had all night. He could wait. For now I just wanted to feel him struggle with delight, hear him gasp and whine like a caged puppy as I brought him close to the edge just by licking his hole and torturing his shaft.

In desperation he tried to reach in under himself and grab for his cock, but I was stronger and pushed his hands away. He tried to fight back. I just parted his cheeks further and ground my tongue into his soft, warm insides. He tried to twist around but I kept him pinned there with one squeeze of his small, vulnerable nuts. He gave in, his head slammed down onto the bed and he let out a slow, long moan.

This was it. With a quick movement I tugged the front of his shorts, finally releasing his swollen cock and heard it slap up against his stomach. I gripped his hips with my hands and started ramming him back into my face, fucking his arse with my tongue, not giving him a chance to do anything but succumb to orgasm. I didn’t touch his cock again, I didn’t need to, I just kept pulling him back, pushing him away, pulling him back, going in deeper, listening to him moan, getting louder, getting nearer, digging my stubble into the red raw flesh of his crack, gripping him tighter, feeling him tremble in my hands, as my relentless rhythm sent him over the edge. He let out a deep, angry grunt, then another and his sphincter contracted. He jolted back into me with a sudden spasm and his body went rigid. I could hear the splat of cum hitting his chest, hitting my bed and I could hear him grunt again and again as my rimming continued until every drop was out of him and he started to slow down.

I kept working on him there while his gasps subsided into deep breathing. Kissing his round cheeks and stroking gently at the red marks that my face had left. I worked my thumb around his hole, slipping it over and then in with the lubrication of my spit. He moaned contentedly as my thumb went in and I knew then that there would be more to come. My cock was solid again and I was ready to unload my second wad of the night into his tasty Greek arse. But he was not ready. Not yet, and besides, I’d not yet tasted, nor even seen, his youthful lad cock in the flesh.

I let him lie flat on his stomach, knelt up and wiped my mouth. And then I lay down over him so that my cock rested hard and ready along his hairless crack. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and he searched for my hands under himself. We lay, our sweat mingling in the warmth of the evening, and he pulled me tighter down onto him.

‘I want you to fuck me,’ he whispered. ‘But se ligo.’

‘Se ligo?’ I replied?

‘In a while,’ he said and there was a dreamy, far away contentment in his voice.

‘We have all night.’

He turned his face to mine and kissed me, long, hard almost desperate. ‘And let’s take all night,’ he replied and pushed his compact little arse back into the hardness of my cock.

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The Unforgiven

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The Unforgiven

 

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Mark James

 

 

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Five thousand years ago a great rock fell from the skies into the oceans of Earth. Waves the size of mountains crashed down on the shores of civilization, destroying the world men had made. From the ashes of destruction, New Earth arose…a brutal, hostile land…

 

 

 

      Verik walked down the narrow cobblestone alley of the noisy market, ignoring the way men looked at him from the corner of their eyes.

 

      “Fresh vegetables. Best in town!”

 

       Merchants hawked their goods in a singsong shout, holding up their wares to the passing crowd in the bright sunshine.

 

      “Fresh bread. Best prices!”

 

       Wooden stalls crammed close to the ancient black stone walls on both sides of the alley, barely leaving room for men to squeeze by.

 

       Verik looked into all the stalls, savoring his first day of freedom. After five summers behind dull grey walls, the bright colors splashed across his eyes like a blast of ice cold water. Slabs of raw meat hung from hooks; fruits and vegetables filled the stalls with raging color - red, yellow, green. In the stalls, men in coarse sleeveless tunics and heavy cotton trousers haggled over goods, shouting at merchants.

 

       A man cooked succulent lamb on skewers over open fire. The delicious smell of roast meat barely hid the sharp odor of the unwashed men crowded into the small market in the afternoon heat.

 

       Anyone could tell the merchants weren’t locals. They wore fine silks, had soft, clean hands. No man wore silk in a mining town like Nequir.  The grime of the mines clung to the men in the market like a light soot. Hard labor in unrelenting heat deep under the earth, where one misstep could send a man plummeting to his death, had toughened the men of Nequir; made them harsh and unforgiving like the mines they worked.

 

       The miners walked through the market, men made hard by a ruthless underworld, swords at their side, looking at Verik with wary eyes. A path cleared for the gladiator as men moved out of his way, trying not to stare at the perfect black circle on his forehead. Even the miners, infamous for their fierce ways, wanted no trouble with Verik the Scythe.

 

       The tattoo on his forehead was a final parting gift of the Prison Council, condemning him to life among the lowest caste – the Unforgiven, or caijeen, murderer. No one would dare call him caijeen to his face though; unless they thought it was a good day to die.

 

      Five summers he’d served for killing a worthless coward who cheated him over dice. He’d do it again in the blink of an eye. But he’d bury the body deeper next time.

 

      When they sentenced him they gave him two choices – ten summers in the rock quarries where men died slow, lingering deaths or five summers in the arena as gladiator where men died swift, hard deaths. He’d chosen the arena and risen to the top fast, a vicious warrior who slit the throats of countless men without a second thought, cheered on by roaring crowds.

 

      “Spare a copper for a poor man Sir.”

 

      A beggar shoved a wooden cup at Verik. The man had one eye covered with a white, milky film. Men close by watched, pretending to bargain for goods. Only a blind man would beg Verik for anything.

 

      “A silver token my friend,” Verik said, dropping the heavy coin into the beggar’s cup. His victories in the arena had made him a rich man. “Mind you guard it well. Thieves are all around,” Verik said loud enough for the men watching to hear.

 

      “Thank you Sir. Bright blessings,” the beggar said.

 

      “Only his kind would steal from a beggar,” a man close by said.

 

      “You say something friend?” Verik said, turning on him with dark, empty eyes that froze the man’s heart.

 

      “You’re mistaken,” the man said, not looking at him. He paid the merchant. “No one wants trouble with you gladiator.”

 

      “Blessings to you then,” Verik said, walking on.

 

      “Murdering scum should be in prison, bringing gold to our town,” Verik heard the miner say.

 

       “He could have killed you fool,” the rug seller said. He was one of the few locals in the market.

 

      Verik wasn’t in the mood to kill anyone. He could have challenged the man to a death duel for insulting his honor. Even caijeen had the right to that. He let it go.

 

        When this is done, I’m buying me a virgin bitch. That thought had been his driving obsessesion in prison. Sweating through hours of grueling training under summer’s hot sun, he’d thought of nothing else. Every time he used a prison whore, he thought of the temple virgins. He’d waited a long time. By night fall he would own the tightest virgin slave ass the temple had.

 

       He stopped in a stall near the end of the market selling tunics. His tunic was old and stained with blood. The tall thin merchant stood beside his stall, outside his house.

 

       Emir the cloth merchant looked at the black mark on Verik’s forehead. No matter. Silver from a gladiator would put just as much food on his table as silver from a brother of the temple.

 

       Kali, Emir’s beautiful slaveboy, looked up at Verik instead of dropping his eyes decently. The boy took in his sensual lips, his cruel black eyes, the way Verik’s sweaty tunic clung to his hard, muscled chest.

 

      “How much?” Verik said to the merchant, fingering a linen tunic, looking at the boy.

 

       “The tunic is thirty silver tokens. The bitch isn’t for rent,” Emir said.

 

      “Why not?” It was common for merchants to rent out their slaveboys to earn extra silver. “He looked at me like a whore. I’ll be quick with his ass,” Verik said, rubbing his crotch, looking at the luscious red-haired boy.

 

       Emir slapped his boy’s face. “You looked at a man? Get inside you whore.”

 

      “Why Sir?” Kali said, looking at Verik’s thick arms, tanned and hard with muscle. His big strong hands were made to grab a boy’s ass. “He’s caijeen. We pay and we can look at his kind every night.”

 

      Emir backhanded his boy and sent him sprawling to the ground.

 

      “Get inside you little fool,” he said. “Your ass will feel the whip tonight bitch.”

 

      The slaveboy scrambled to his feet and ran inside.

 

        “I beg you to forgive the insult. He’s only a slaveboy. Anything I have is yours for the asking,” Emir said, spreading his shaking hands over his merchandise. The insult was enough to get him killed.

 

      “Why whip him?” Verik said. “For saying what men don’t have the guts to say to me?”

 

      “Some things are better left unsaid.”

 

      “Like caijeen and murderer?”

 

      Suddenly five summers of pent up rage erupted in Verik. He banged his huge fist on the wooden table. Cloths and tunics scattered to the ground. Emir nearly jumped out of his skin, sure he was a dead man.

 

      “Fucking mark’s going to make me kill someone.”

 

      Kali rushed out of nowhere and fell to his knees.

 

       “Please don’t hurt my Master Sir,” Emir’s boy said, kissing Verik’s feet. “It was my fault.”

 

       The merchant swooped down on his boy, snatching him out of the gladiator’s reach.

 

      “Get inside,” Emir said, but his slaveboy clung to him, crying.

 

      Looking into the boy’s terrified eyes calmed Verik. There was no honor in frightening a harmless man and his slaveboy.

 

      “Sorry I scared you boy,” he said, and turned his back on the merchant.

 

      Verik walked on, making his way through the crowded street, turning his thoughts to the temple. The thought of virgin ass made his swelling cock hard under his rough trousers. He knew how it would be with the bitch. Back at the gladiator house, the whores all trembled when they came to his rooms. He’d grown used to taking slaveboys by force. He used their ass and sent them away, whimpering and crying.

 

      “Ease yourself with a whore Sir?” a boy’s soft voice said behind him.

 

      The slaveboy backed away when he saw Verik’s black mark. He grabbed the whore’s red tunic, quick as a snake.

 

       “Come here bitch.”

 

       The slaveboy looked up at him, and the gladiator was lost. The crowd melted away. He saw only the boy whore’s soft brown eyes filled with miserable shame.

 

       The helpless misery in the boy’s eyes seduced the darkness within Verik. Wicked lust gripped him like a fever. His swollen cock strained against his trousers. Suddenly he thought how fucking hot the bitch would look squirming under him, crying, begging for mercy.

 

        “How much to ease my cock with your whore ass?”

 

      The boy glanced back at the whorehouse, but there was no rescue, just another slaveboy who ran inside at the sight of Verik.

 

      “One hundred silver,” the boy said, looking down at the big bulge in Verik’s trousers.

 

      He grabbed the boy’s face and ran his fingers over the whore’s ruby lips and caressed his soft, pink cheeks. His honey colored hair fell to his shoulders like the finest silk. Looking into the boy’s eyes, the temple seemed far away.

 

      A tall bald man, tanned and muscled, stood in the shady doorway of Slave’s Oasis, watching the gladiator with his whore. Now he knew he was cursed. Ajef spit in the dirt. Verik the Scythe showing up at his whorehouse – of all the luck.

 

      “You’ll have to pay to use my property,” Ajef said.

 

      “How much to use the bitch?” Verik said, pulling the whore close.

 

       The boy was soft and smooth against Verik’s hard body. He slid his hand up under the whore’s tunic and fondled the boy’s pierced cock. He loved the feel of a slaveboy’s limp cock. It thrilled him to use a boy’s ass and know the bitch couldn’t come.

 

      “Two hundred silver to use the whore,” Ajef said, hoping the gladiator would move on.

 

      “The bitch said one hundred,” Verik said, rubbing his hard cock against the slave’s round ass. The pretty slaveboy trembled in his grip. Nothing new.

 

      “Bring him inside,” Ajef said, backing down. He’d seen Verik’s work in the ring. “I’ll make you a deal.”

 

       Like all places in Nequir, the inside of the whorehouse was dark, carved out of the black stone prisoners quarried. Without any windows, the torches spread around the small room cast shadowy light that hid more than it revealed.

 

       As soon as Verik sat at one of the dark wooden tables, the whore sat on his lap, spreading his legs across him so the heat of his ass pressed up against his swollen cock. The boy writhed on his lap, sliding his hands up under Verik’s tunic, caressing his smooth, muscled chest. “Let me pleasure you Sir,” the boy whore whispered into his ear, licking the sweat from Verik’s tanned body, running his fingers through the gladiator’s long, black hair.

 

       The feel of the slaveboy pressed so close was maddening. Verik grabbed the boy’s hips and pushed his naked ass down so his thick cock nestled in the crack of the boy’s ass.

 

      “You were always my favorite in the ring Verik. You’re welcome among us again,” Ajef said, looking uneasy.

 

      Verik saw the way the man’s eyes avoided the tattoo on his forehead.

 

      “Am I?” he said, looking into Ajef’s eyes.

 

      Ajef was a pitiless loan shark who collected debts with a sword. He didn’t scare easy. But when Verik looked into his eyes, he knew death was forever a heartbeat away.

 

      “You served your time. Justice is done,” Ajef said, sounding harsher than he meant to.

 

      Verik ran his hands over the squirming slave’s smooth ass. The boy had lifted his tunic to lick the sweat off his chest.

 

      “I’ll pay for the bitch now.  How much for three hour glasses?”

 

      If Verik stayed that long, Ajef would lose a whole afternoon of business. He chose his next words carefully, trying to sound casual.

 

      “I have a special room for a man like you. Let me show you,” Ajef said, turning to lead the way.

 

      “A man like me?”

 

      The barely controlled fury in Verik’s low voice stopped the whorehouse owner in his tracks. The slaveboy on Verik’s lap looked up, afraid. He Verik pressed the boy’s face back to his chest; he liked the whore’s hot tongue licking his sweat.

 

       “I meant only a man who - ”

 

        “You’re the third man to insult me since I left prison this morning. I let the first two live,” Verik said, looking up at Ajef in the flickering light.

 

       Ajef said nothing. He’d seen that look in Verik’s eyes in the arena. Just before he slit a man’s throat.

 

       The slaveboy slid to the floor and knelt between Verik’s open legs, massaging his hard cock, kissing him softly through his trousers, pressing close, intoxicated with his scent.

 

       “You got something to say to me or can I pay for the whore?”

 

        “Be reasonable Verik,” Ajef said, desperate. “I’ll lose customers the moment men see you. I have to eat and feed my whores. I’m just a poor businessman.”

 

      “You’re a thief and a liar. At least you’re not a coward.”

 

       For a moment, Ajef was sure the gladiator would pull his sword and slice through his guts.

 

      “Show me the room,” Verik said, coming to his feet.

 

      He followed Ajef and the boy up narrow, twisting stone steps and down a low stone passage past dark wooden doors, deep into the rocky guts of the mountain behind the whorehouse. Ajef opened one of the doors, revealing a small room carved out of the wall. The inside was like a cave. A single torch hung on the rough walls, showing a high pile of fine, soft furs.

 

      “This is my best room,” Ajef said.

 

      Verik walked past him, pulling the slaveboy behind.

 

      “Here,” Verik said, reaching into the pouch at his waist. He paid for the whore.

 

      Ajef took the silver. “Nahji is my hottest bitch. Enjoy him,” he said and left, leaving Nahji in the doorway, watching the darkness swallow his Master.

 

      He turned to Verik, who was already naked in the furs, lying on his side. In the glowing torchlight, with his thick cock jutting up to his navel, his hard body, he looked like a merciless god, ready to demand sacrifice and suffering.

 

      “Lock the door and get over here slut.”  

 

      Nahji hurried to kneel in the furs beside Verik. Suddenly alone with the gladiator, Nahji couldn’t help but think of the hard feel of his cock when he sat on his lap. The boy prayed he would come in his mouth. But he didn’t think so. In the firelight, so close he felt his breath, he saw what a harsh man Verik was.  It wasn’t just the way he looked, it was the arrogant hardness in his eyes – the way he was sure no one would dare say no to him. He dropped his eyes to the furs.

 

       Verik ran his rough hands slowly over Nahji’s ivory skin, enjoying the feel of his young, slender body, so soft and afraid. Something about the boy begged a man to use him hard and hurt him bad.

 

      “Look at me whore,” Verik said.

 

      Nahji raised his eyes - light brown and full of helpless suffering that drove Verik crazy with dark lust.

 

      “Use me for your pleasure Sir,” the boy said.

 

      Looking into the slaveboy’s eyes, Verik knew even after he fucked the boy hard and made him scream, he would whimper at his feet, accepting his fate - serving the hard pleasures of wicked men.

 

      “I’ll please you any way you want Sir,” Nahji said, twisting his tunic in his trembling fingers. “Just please tell my Master you enjoyed me or he’ll punish me bad.”

 

      “How?”

 

       The boy turned around, taking off his tunic. His back was a criss cross of scars. Verik sat up – running his fingers over the scars with the thrill of a man touching priceless diamonds.

 

      “Your Master did that?”

 

       “If men don’t find me pleasing, my Master whips me while they watch,” the boy said, turning back to Verik. “Then he charges extra to rape my ass.”

 

       Verik ran his fingers down the whore’s back, looking into his eyes, feeling the scars that twisted through his soft flesh. A boy like him was meant to have scars like that. Something in his eyes drew brutal men to him; the kind who would take pleasure with him while he screamed. He was irresistibly drawn to the boy.  His pulse raced, his cock throbbed unbearably. A drop of liquid oozed from his swollen cock head.

 

      “You ready to get fucked good and hard bitch?”

 

      Nahji nodded, unable to take his eyes off Verik’s thick cock.

 

       “Good,” Verik said gently, caressing the boy’s soft face, feeling how his tender body trembled. “First I’m reaming your whore ass, then I’m telling your Master to whip you real hard. I’ll pay double to rape you after he scars you up.”

 

       “No, please,” Nahji said, crying. He grabbed Verik’s arm. “Anything you want. He likes to hurt me.” The boy’s pounding heart made his voice jagged with fear. “He uses me after those men leave.”

 

      “You’ll please me bitch?” Verik said, getting up.

 

      Nahji nodded frantically. “Anything you want Sir.”

 

      “Get on your knees for me whore.”

 

      Kneeling, looking up at Verik, Nahji felt like he was at the feet of a god. Verik’s swollen cock jutted out between his thick legs, sculpted with muscle. His flat belly was ridged and hard. Veins ran around his rigid cock. He had never wanted to suck cock so bad.

 

      Verik saw the hunger in the whore’s eyes.

 

      “You want my cock in your mouth bitch?”

 

      “Oh Gods, yes,” Nahji said. He couldn’t hide it. He was desperate to service him.

 

      Verik teased the whore, wiping his hard dick along the boy’s hungry lips.

 

      “I’m going to fuck your ass long and hard,” Verik said, looking down into the boy’s eyes.

 

      “I’ll take your cock Sir. I’ll please you,” Nahji said, licking the taste of Verik’s cock from his lips, unable to think of anything except how good his cock would feel pounding down his throat.

 

       “I love knowing what they did to you,” Verik said, looking at the thick gold ring pierced through the center of the boy’s cock shaft. “I wish I had been the one to pierce you and make you into a pleasure bitch.”

 

       The boy’s cheeks flushed red with shame.

 

       “You’re always hungry for cock, like a whore, aren’t you?”

 

      Verik pressed his hard dick against the boy’s smooth lips. Nahji opened his mouth wide, eyes closed, hot for his cock, ready to take his load.

 

      “Answer me boy,” Verik said, keeping his cock out of reach.

 

        “I don’t get hard anymore Sir. But I still have needs,” the boy said, breathless with desire; ashamed of his need. He hated knowing that he would never come again.

 

       Verik slapped the boy’s face hard. “Say it bitch. Tell me what you are.”

 

       “Look what he did to me,” the boy said, touching his limp cock. Tears slid down his cheeks. “I’m a serving whore. Men pay to use my ass. No matter how much they hurt me, I’m always desperate for more cock.” He looked up at his tormentor.  “All I get is pain from men like you.”

 

       The dull rage in the slaveboy’s eyes made Verik think how good the boy would look on all fours screaming when he took his ass.

 

       “That’s what you’re for slut. To give men like me pleasure with your screams.”

 

       Verik pulled the whore by his hair, forcing the boy’s face into his crotch.

 

      “Service me, you cock sucking bitch,” he said.

 

      The moment Nahji opened his mouth, Verik yanked his head back and shoved his cock deep down the boy’s throat.

 

       Before they pierced him, Nahji would have been rock hard servicing a man like Verik, with a big cock stretching his mouth. The boy knew he would rape him and make him scream. He still wanted his cock. He couldn’t help it.

 

       Verik fucked Nahji’s mouth hard and fast, looking down at the whore’s soft red lips stretched tight around his driving cock. Being inside the boy’s hot mouth, seeing him on his knees, afraid, drove him wild with lust.

 

      “Hot bitch mouth,” Verik said, throwing his head back, humping the boy’s face.

 

      The sound of his hips slamming into the whore was loud in the darkness of the quiet room. Verik held the boy’s hair tight, fucking his face in a wild, sadistic rhythm, pounding the back of the boy’s throat. In the orange light of the single torch, he towered over the slaveboy, pumping his hips in long, hard strokes.

 

      Nahji took his deep strokes, moaning, even though it hurt him. He wanted a load so bad he could taste it. The boy would have given anything for his cock to get hard so he could come with Verik’s load shooting down his throat.

 

      Verik gasped and moaned, feeling the hot tightness of the boy’s gagging throat spasm around his cock head.  It was so fucking hot to use the bitch and know he couldn’t come. He groaned, feeling his balls clench hard - he was about to shoot. He tried to pull out of the boy’s mouth, but Nahji pressed his mouth down onto his cock, aching to take his load. Verik slapped the whore, and pulled out of his mouth, breathing hard.

 

      “Think I’d waste a load in your mouth?”

 

      “Come in my mouth,” Nahji begged, licking Verik’s slick cock. “Please.”

 

      “No way bitch. You’re taking my load up your whore ass,” Verik said, pulling on the boy’s hair, forcing him to look up into his eyes.

 

       “And after I’m done making you scream, you’ll still be desperate for my cock.”

 

       Nahji looked down at his limp cock, ashamed; he knew Verik was right. Serving men was a nightmare of frustrated need.

 

       “I need to come,” Nahji shouted at Verik, his eyes afire with rage. “Gods. I can’t stand it. Always aching. No release. I hate him.”

 

       Verik laughed. “Why should you come like a man? Get up there.”

 

       He threw the boy to the furs and lay on top of him, looking down into his eyes, rubbing his hardness against the boy’s useless cock.

 

       Nahji’s legs fell open; he rubbed himself against Verik’s hard cock.

 

       “See what a serving slut you are?” Verik said.

 

       He kissed the side of the boy’s neck softly, whispering into his ear.

 

       “You want my cock even if you know it’ll hurt. You want to feel me tearing into your tight little hole, don’t you bitch?”

 

       Verik slid his hot tongue across the boy’s hard nipples. Nahji cried out in pleasure, bucking against Verik’s hard body.

 

       “You need my cock inside you boy,” Verik said, licking the slaveboy’s nipples one after the other until the boy arched his back, pressing against Verik, tossing his head back and forth.

 

       “Yes. I want it,” Nahji said. He couldn’t help himself. “I want your cock.”

 

       “Even if you can't come?”

 

       Verik wet his finger, playing with the boy’s hole while he licked his nipples.

 

       “Yes,” Nahji said. “Yes. Fuck me, please.”

 

       “Look at that, you desperate whore.”

 

       Verik rolled onto the furs, grabbing the boy around his waist so he was on his side with his ass pressed up against his hard cock.

 

       Verik grabbed the boy’s hair and pulled his head back.

 

      “You know what I’ll be thinking when I fuck your bitch ass?” he whispered into the boy’s ear.

 

      Nahji moaned at the feel of Verik’s hot tongue on his neck.

 

      “I’ll be thinking how you’re a serving slut, how you’ll never come,” he said. “This is all you’re good for now.”

 

      He reached between the boy’s legs and grabbed his balls, pinching the soft tender flesh until the boy screamed and writhed in his grip. Verik moaned in pleasure. The thrill of the boy’s cries of pain as he tortured his balls viciously was nearly unbearable.

 

      “You scream so good boy,” Verik whispered into the boy whore’s ear.

 

       He dug his fingers deep into the boy’s balls, twisting, squeezing, looking into Nahji’s face, twisted into a mask of agony. He ran his hand over the boy’s luscious young flesh, loving the feel of the whore trembling against him.

 

      “Is that bitch hole all sewn up for me?” he said into the boy’s ear.

 

      Nahji gasped for breath in his arms. His pain wracked balls made his body tremble all over; hysterical tears choked his words.

 

      “He had the temple sew my ass last summer,” the boy managed through his tears.

 

      Men who owned whores had their asses tightened up so they gave men more pleasure and brought in more silver. It was agony for a cut slaveboy to have a man in his tight ass.

 

      “What about your pleasure bead,” Verik said. “You feel anything up your whore ass?” He hated fucking a bitch who felt pleasure up his ass. It wasn’t decent.

 

      The boy shook his head. “No. My Master took my pleasure. I only feel pain when men use me.”

 

      Verik pushed the boy onto his back and lay on top of him, looking down into his suffering eyes.

 

      “You want my cock bitch?” he said, pressing his thick cock against the boy’s hole.

 

      “No, please don’t – it hurts,” the boy said in a sudden panic.

 

      Verik laughed and put the boy’s legs up on his shoulders, opening the whore’s ass to him. The sight of the boy’s tight, pink pleasure hole in the glowing firelight made Verik wild  - he ached to tear into him and make him scream. He slid his finger into the boy’s mouth, and made him lick it.

 

      “Your fuck hole is good and tight boy, like a bitch should be,” Verik said, pressing his wet finger against the boy’s impossibly tight hole.

 

      “Oh fuck,” Verik said when he felt the hot tightness inside the boy. “I’m going to rape this whore hole so hard, boy.”

 

      Verik guided his cock to the boy’s hole and leaned over the bitch, pinning his arms to the furs. The whore panicked the moment he felt Verik’s thick cock pressing against his tight hole.

 

      “No! Don’t,” Nahji said, in an ecstasy of fear. “It hurts so bad up my ass. Please.”

 

      Verik was relentless. “Take it like a real desperate serving slut. Work your ass onto my cock,” he said, looking down into the boy’s eyes, wild with terror.

 

      Nahji hesitated. Every inch would be a small agony. He couldn’t bring himself to obey. He just couldn’t.

 

      “Do it bitch,” Verik said, inches from Nahji’s face in the shadowy firelight. “Or I won’t wait for your Master. I’ll carve your pretty little face to pieces and pay him to buy another whore.”

 

       The boy knew he’d hurt him bad if he disobeyed. He Nahji pressed his ass against Verik, working his tight hole onto his cock, moaning, gasping in pain.

 

      Verik looked down into the slaveboy’s eyes, feeling how the whore’s hole resisted him, seeing how he suffered, pushing his trembling ass against his hard cock, whimpering, afraid.

 

       “Your hole is fucking tight.”

 

       “Oh Gods, it hurts - please! -” the boy screamed.

 

       “Shut the fuck up and take my cock bitch.”

 

       At last, the head of his cock entered the boy’s incredibly tight, hot hole. The slaveboy’s whimpering and begging drove Verik crazy.

 

      He grabbed the boy’s ass and rammed his cock deep into the whore’s deliciously tight hole. Nahji screamed, struggling, begging for mercy. The boy cried in a frenzy of tears, gasping for air, trembling against him.

 

      Verik used the boy’s ass brutally, fucking hard into him. The whore’s quivering ass grabbed his cock tight, massaging his thick meat on every driving stroke; Verik moaned and gasped in pleasure.

 

       He leaned close, looking straight down into Nahji’s tormented eyes.  Pain looked so good on the boy. He looked beautiful -  whimpering, crying, so full of suffering; he wished he could save this moment forever.

 

      “Fucking hot whore hole,” Verik said, groaning with every stroke. He couldn’t believe how hot and tight the bitch felt. The boy’s hole was incredibly sweet.

 

      “See how I use you bitch? And after I’m done, you’ll still be hungry for cock,” he whispered into the boy’s ear.

 

      Verik showed him no mercy. He used the boy hard, coming nearly all the way out of his hot hole, then slamming back into him.

 

      “This is nothing,” Verik said, looking down into the boy’s eyes, stroking into his tight ass. “Wait ‘til I mount you like a bitch on all fours and rape you.” He kissed the boy’s neck, licking his soft, tender flesh.  “I’m going to make you suffer boy,” he whispered into the whore’s ear.

 

      Nahji cried pitifully, screaming when he rammed the boy’s tender hole again and again. Verik fucked the boy in a hot rhythm, turning the whore’s ass red with his savage strokes, until he finally pulled out of him.

 

      “Get on all fours boy. I’m going to mount you like the serving bitch you are.”

 

      Nahji put his sore ass up, whimpering, begging – but Verik paid no mind to the boy. He grabbed his hips and mounted him from behind, driving his cock deep into the boy’s abused hole. Sweat slid down Verik’s chest as he fucked the boy’s hot hole with in a wild animal fury.

 

      Verik pushed the struggling boy to the furs, laying on top of him, kissing the scars on his back while he fucked his pleasure hole. He loved the feel of the boy’s hot hole pulsing around his throbbing cock meat. The sight of the boy’s abused back drove Verik crazy. He plunged faster and faster into his ass, running his fingers over the scars, the boy’s cries for mercy echoing in his ears.

 

      “You fucking serving bitch. Say it boy. Tell me how you’ll never come.”

 

      Nahji said it again and again, driving Verik mad with savage lust. He truly fucked the boy whore in a frenzy, driving his hips into him so hard the boy’s whole body shook. Verik grunted and moaned, panting hard, his eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle in his hard body stood out in the orange firelight. Sweat ran down his back. His hips pumped hard.

 

      “Take my load you fucking whore,” he said in strangled voice and drilled into the boy, going suddenly rigid, moaning as his cock exploded and shot load after load of hot come up the boy whore’s ass.

 

      He collapsed on his back beside the crying boy, breathing hard.

 

      “Please don’t tell my Master I didn’t please you. I obeyed,” the boy said. His trembling voice squeaked on the ragged edge of hysteria.

 

      Verik looked at the crying boy. Sometimes he couldn’t stand the sight of his own face in the mirror.

 

      “I won’t boy,” he said softly, caressing the boy’s arm.

 

      The slaveboy pulled away from his touch. Verik was used to it. He looked up into the darkness, waiting for the whore’s tears to stop.

 

      “You won’t Sir?” the boy said, turning to Verik.

 

      “No.”

 

      “Thank you Sir,” Nahji said, falling on Verik’s chest, crying softly, resting against him, looking up into his face.

 

      He looked down at the whore resting on him, pushed his hair back from his tear-streaked face; even now the boy had the look of helpless suffering that had nearly driven Verik mad. He had to own this boy.

 

      “I’m buying you boy.”

 

      The whore tried to get up, but Verik pushed him down, made him lay on his chest. He stroked the boy’s face gently.

 

       “I thought I wanted a virgin. I was wrong. I want a boy like you.”

 

      “My Master’s whores aren’t for sale Sir,” the boy said.

 

      “Your Master’s right arm would be for sale if he could make a profit.”

 

      Verik suddenly sat up, pushing the boy aside. He grabbed his sword from the floor. He’d heard something at the door. He was sure of it. He looked around the small room.

 

      “Get over there in the corner,” Verik said, motioning with his sword.

 

      “Sir, what’s - ”

 

      Verik slapped the boy’s face. “Do it. Now. Keep quiet,” he said in a low whisper.

 

      A loud knock on the door boomed in the small room.

 

      “Open up,” a man’s voice said.

 

      “I’m using a bitch,” Verik said, putting his sword down long enough to pull on his trousers. “Leave me alone.”

 

      “Open the door gladiator scum.”

 

      The door shook in its frame two, three times. Nahji cowered in the corner.

 

      Verik opened the door, his sword in hand. Two soldiers pushed into the room, their swords drawn. A third man came in behind them – Khaliz – he should have known.

 

      “Get his sword,” he said to the soldier closest to Verik.

 

      The soldier hesitated. Like all men in Nequir, he’d cheered on the gladiator in the arena.

 

      “Give me your sword,” he said with more authority than he felt.

 

      Verik dropped it at his feet and spit on the ground.

 

      “I’ve done nothing,” he said to Khaliz, head of the militia in Nequir.

 

      “That’s not true Verik. You’ve made loads of gold for our little mining town. Men come from all over to see you fight.”

 

      He walked past Verik and sat on the furs, a bulky bearded man with narrow, harsh eyes. “Now that you’re a free man, we stand to lose a lot of gold.”

 

      “I told you when you let me go, I’m not signing on again.”

 

      “I know. That was a pity. I had to kill a man because of you. A poor cloth merchant.”

 

      Khaliz smiled, looking more crooked than a coiled snake.

 

      “He was an innocent man. He had nothing to do with me.”

 

      “You argued with him at his stall. There were witnesses.”

 

      “I left him in good health,” Verik said.

 

      “Three witnesses will testify they saw you come back and go into the man’s house. He was found a little while ago with his throat slit from ear to ear. That was your favorite way to dispatch men wasn’t it?”

 

      “You fucking scum,” Verik said, heading for Khaliz. The two soldiers crossed their swords in front of him, stopping him.

 

      “You should have signed on again. You would have been a free man. All the bitch ass you wanted, gold, fame. You’re a fool,” Khaliz said.

 

      “I’m not fucking going back. I’ll die first,” Verik said, knocking the swords away.

 

       His talk was distraction. In his mind, all three men became targets. He could take all of them. He’d worry about getting out of the whorehouse later.

 

      At a nod from their commander, the soldiers lowered their swords. That surprised Verik.

 

      “Get the bitch,” Khaliz said.

 

      A soldier dragged the boy out of his corner and threw him at the commander’s feet. Khaliz pulled the frightened boy by his hair and pressed a dagger to his throat.

 

      “Please Sir. I’m nothing. Just a slaveboy.”

 

      “Shut up bitch,” Khaliz said, looking at Verik.

 

       He pressed the point of the knife closer to the boy’s throat, drawing a drop of blood.

 

Nahji cried out. “Don’t kill me - please.”

 

       “Your word that you’ll come with us or I’ll slit the whore’s throat,” Khaliz said.

 

      Verik had to get the boy clear before he could do anything.

 

      “Let him go. I’ll come with you.”

 

        Khaliz let the boy collapse to the floor. Nahji ran to the only safety in the room – Verik – and collapsed against him. He pushed the boy behind him, wishing he’d strapped on his short sword.           

 

      Seven men came running into the room, all big, hard men, their swords drawn. Ajef was one of them.

 

      “Get the fuck out of my whorehouse Khaliz,” he said.

 

      “This man is under arrest,” Khaliz said. “I’ll shut you down for standing in the way of the law.”

 

      “The law doesn’t say you can arrest a man inside my whorehouse. You think the Town Council will be happy you ruined my business? No business, no taxes – no gold in their pockets. Get out. I’ll send him outside.”

 

      Ajef was right. The Town Council wouldn’t be pleased. The taxes on Ajef’s back room gambling had made men on the Council rich.

 

      “You better send him out,” Khaliz said, leaving, motioning his men to come with him.

 

      “I have no use for gladiator scum,” Ajef called after him. “Get dressed,” he said, turning to Verik.

 

      “I’m not going back to the arena,” he said.

 

      “I’m not sending you back. Khaliz is scum. You served your time. Hurry up.”

 

       “Why are you helping me?” Verik said, fully dressed, his sword in hand.

 

      “Because the only difference between you and me is that you got caught.”

 

      It was a fair answer. “I want the bitch,” Verik said.

 

      “What?” Ajef said, standing in the doorway, looking down the hallway.

 

      “I want him,” Verik said, pointing to the boy sitting on the edge of the furs. “Here.” He gave Ajef ten fifty token gold pieces.

 

      “He’s yours,” Ajef said, hefting the weight of the gold in his hand.

 

      The boy ran to kneel at Ajef’s feet. “No. Let me stay Sir. I make you a lot of gold,” he said. Nahji grabbed his trousers, pleading. “Don’t sell me to him Sir. He’s a monster.”

 

      “Watch what you say about your new Master boy,” Ajef said, pocketing the gold pieces.

 

      Verik grabbed the boy. “Let’s go.”

 

      Nahji struggled with him, trying to twist out of his grip.

 

      “Stop it,” Verik said, annoyed. “Don’t make me hurt you. You’re mine now. Obey me and I won’t put anymore scars on your back.”

 

       Nahji stopped fighting and looked up at him. “You promise?”

 

       “Obey me and I won’t whip you like that. Don’t piss me off boy. You’ll be sorry. I promise.”

 

       Looking up into his dark eyes, Nahji knew that, for good or bad, Verik would keep his word. He let the gladiator take his hand and followed after him.

 

      In the whorehouse, at a signal from Ajef, two men went out to distract the soldiers. Within moments, they were fighting with each other outside the whorehouse, brawling on the ground. A crowd of shouting men gathered, blocking the view of Khaliz and his soldiers.

 

      Ajef led Verik and the boy through the whorehouse to a crammed storage room. He pushed an empty wooden crate over and stepped through the door that opened in the stone wall. Verik and Nahji followed into the darkness beyond.

 

      Ajef grabbed the two torches mounted on the wall, giving one to Verik.

 

      “This way,” Ajef said.

 

      Verik followed close, keeping the boy near.

 

      “Where are we?” Verik said.

 

      “Inside the mountain behind the whorehouse. No one knows how old these tunnels are,” Ajef said, peering into the darkness.

 

      They came to a turn in the tunnel and Ajef stopped. A river of water ran by.

 

      “Follow the water. It leads all the way out to the docks. You can get a boat there.”

 

      “What about Khaliz?”

 

      “Let me handle him. Safe journey,” Ajef said and turned back the way he had come.

 

       Verik and the boy walked into the deep darkness, following the river. The farther they walked, the hotter it was. They walked endlessly, sloshing through the warm water, surrounded by darkness. Verik pulled the boy on, thinking of how they’d get out of town.

 

       Up ahead a smudge of light surfaced in the liquid darkness; Verik smelled the sea. He pulled his sword, not knowing what to expect outside.

 

       They emerged into a dark, deserted alley. Night had fallen. He put his sword away; his black mark was bad enough. Nahji watched Verik rub dirt on his face, trying to make the mark look like just another smudge. No one would take caijeen on their boat.

 

       They walked down the narrow alleyway and came out on the busy docks. Verik chose a small ship and asked around for the captain.

 

       “Where you headed?” the man said, looking Verik up and down.

 

       “Emyhr. You going that way?”

 

       “I’m going to the island. You got to make your own way to the town.”

 

       “How much?”

 

       “Twenty five gold for you and the boy.”

 

       “No,” Verik said, turning to go.

 

       “How many men you think will take caijeen on their boat?” the captain said. “The patrols been here. You got a price on your head.”

 

       Verik turned on him, not sure what the man wanted.

 

       “That dirt don’t fool me,” the captain said. “Twenty five gold or swim. No one will take you.”

 

       “Why don’t you turn me in?”

 

       “To that Khaliz scum? Everyone knows you didn’t kill that merchant. You always fought with honor. I’ll take you. It ain’t none of their business what a man does when he’s served his time.”

 

       “You have my thanks,” Verik said.

 

       “I’ll take your gold instead,” the captain said.

 

       Verik counted out the gold and gave it to him. The captain let them on board and left to go finish loading his ship.

 

       Soon, the ship got underway. Verik sat down and pulled the boy between his legs. He wrapped his arms around Nahji, looking out over the dark water.

 

       Verik had heard about Naj Roh in prison. His mark wouldn’t matter there. They forgave everyone, as long as they obeyed The Ways of the temple.

 

       “We’re going to Naj Roh Sir?” Nahji said.

 

       “You’ll like it there boy. It’s a holy town.”

 

       Nahji knew about Naj Roh. No slaveboy wanted to end up there, where the

 

 

 

     

 

 

 

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The faggy Sissy boy!!

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I looked into the kids nervous eyes, his shifty yet calm expression told me I could get what I wanted. He backed off slightly into the wall and knocked his head softly.

 

“Hey kid you ok?”

 

He quickly shifted his head from side to side erratically giving the impression that he was scared or something was wrong. He made a leap and bolted to his left side so I quickly rose out my hand and grabbed his thin boyish arm. His skin was so soft and the colour so pearly he reminded me of the milky bar kid so innocent looking.

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“Just leave me alone get off my arm.” He shouted at the top of his voice but no one was down the street at this time of the morning just me and him.

 

“You should stop squealing kid, I’m not letting go until you calm yourself down. No one round here can hear you and if they did I doubt they’d give a shit about some cheap gay boy.”

I said dashing his hopes of escape. I was much bigger than him of course and my manpower and hold on him obviously came over the poor boy.

 

“What do you want with me damn you, I’ve done nothing wrong.”

 

I checked him out all over. Yes he was just another young clubber tired and wasted from the night earlier. He wore the ever so tight t-shirt that most gay boys were these days usually one or two sizes to small. His hair was cut in the typical fashionable style with small wisps of highlighted blonde on top. His face was what really gave him his beauty. He had light blue eyes and above small plucked eyebrows that had been finished off neatly by some beautician who probably charged him twenty pounds. I placed my other hand out and lightly stroked his hair feeling the softness, oh I was in heaven and I hadn’t even got the boy naked yet.

 

A rain began to fall just lightly which assured me even more that no one was going to turn up unexpectedly. Well apart from my long term friend Dennis. He just like me loved to trawl the streets of Manchester in the early hours of the morning, picking up young boys so induced by drugs and alcohol that they are unable to communicate properly.

 

We were stood outside one of the lesser appropriate bars that the gay village had to offer, it’s known as the company bar. The clientele that drinks and eats in this place are best described as fat, ugly and smelly old men, but one thing they have in common with me is that they love young boys. I had decided now the time had come for me to make my move so I motioned the scared boy down an alley just parallel to me and covered his whiney mouth with my hand.

 

“Now listen you little shit and listen carefully, you do exactly what I say or I’ll be forced to do something to you that even your worst nightmares couldn’t contend with.” I said wrapping my hands round the boys’ neck as we stood in the confined alley.

“I will listen but please let me go your hurting my arm, I don’t understand what I’ve done I don’t even know you.” He wriggled about a little more and I saw a tear build up at the corner of his eye, he was so cute. The youth of today are so naïve what did he think I was here for to steal his wallet or mobile, what a stupid little boy.

 

I kept him at bay whilst I gently moved my hand to my crotch to get a good feel of my ever growing cock; I made sure he saw too. I looked into his terror filled eyes he was in shock and finally he had realised what was going to happen to him. He began to mutter something disjointed words accompanied by little yelps escaped his mouth.

 

The time had come so I picked up his thin puney body from the ground and hoisted him over my shoulder. He kicked and screamed into the night but no one was coming. I decided to shut him up and slapped his face three times hard.

 

“Remember what I said listen to me carefully or it wont be a slap next time it will be my foot. Now were going under the canal bridge and I’m going to strip you naked, like a faggy gay boy should be.”

 

I quickly stepped out onto the street and waited for my moment to move, finally after a minute or so I sprang across looking both ways the coast was clear. I hurried down the steps and turned to my left; I flunked the kid onto the floor and proceeded in dragging him along the ground.

 

“See boy I’m going to drag you all the way by your feet if you carry on crying.” I said as I whistled to the tune of signing in the rain to my self, I enjoy being ironically cruel every once in a while.

 

“You monster you fucking bastard, let me go.” He said.

 

“I know I’m a monster, oh did I mention my monster cock?” I chuckled to me self at that last remark. 

 

“Please don’t rape me; I’m scared I’m really scared.”

 

He was pleading with his last ounce of hopes, but I wasn’t going to give up a fresh fag boy just on his demands.

 

“I can’t wait to see that hole boy, I bet it’s all puckered and fresh untouched even, so tell me are you a virgin boy?”

 

“No” He replied

 

“So tell me how often does a fag like you get that hole fucked, once twice three times a week. Yeah I bet your some cheap escort aren’t you your only quality being your ass.” I said these things only to annoy him further, if you’re going to break a boy you have to find his week spots a few of those being humiliation and shame.

He carried on kicking and screaming but deep down between the canal walls no one was going to hear. I love a boy when he’s angry it’s so sexy.

 

We came to a small point in one of the walls or as I call it the fuck bunker. Down here was the perfect place for fucking and completely secluded.

 

I shoved him into one corner and ordered him to start taking his clothes off when he didn’t move I decided to do it my self.

I grabbed both his legs and put him upright against the wall just enough so I could pull his legs wide apart. I began by taking his trainers off underneath he had little pink socks on what a complete fag. I pulled down his jeans completely to reveal a nice but small package beneath a par of white pants, oh he was so sexy. His legs were smooth and toned I ran my fingers down them working my way up to his pants and sliding my fingers underneath. I continued doing this for some time putting my fingers in and then pulling them back out, just to keep him on edge.

 

Eventually I decided to take them right off, flinging them in the canal he had no chance of getting them back just adding to the humiliation. His cock was average size but in and around the pubic area he had shaved. I cupped his balls in my fingers applying pressure just enough for the boy to gasp.

“Ah nooooooo.” He cried I bet he loved the feeling really.

 

“Hey think about it kid will feel a lot nicer when my cocks wedged up into that ass of yours. Don’t you think?”

I laughed loudly but only to be met by the look of terror in his eyes. He mumbled something quietly, dumb kid. I pulled him around and had him stand on his hands and knees. I slapped both his thighs wide apart so I could get a perfect view of those balls and most importantly that ass. Looking at the hole I was in heaven it looked so tight. Very small wisps of hair grew around the pucker, but the majority of his skin was smooth. I decided to humour him once more.

 

“Hey kid you pay for your eyebrows to be plucked your hair to be cut and god knows what else but you’ve forgotten the last remaining thing your hole. I’ve heard these days they can wax that set you back only thirty pounds. “

 

“I don’t have that kind of money I’m only eighteen.” He said as I moved my large hands down to his penis. I rolled it between my fingers and gradually worked him into a slow rhythm; he began actually thrusting his hips.

 

“Must be hard for you fag, being scared witless then getting turned on by my hand rubbing this small cock of yours.” It was true he wanted to release the backed up semen within his balls and although me a rapist was doing it he didn’t care.

 

“You cheap fucking whore now your going to wish you had never been born when you see my mother.” He stopped for a moment when he heard my words and when I had taken my hands off his cock he moaned again. A moan of displeasure though he had enjoyed my hands clasped around his bitch clit, and nothing was there now to stimulate him.

 

I quickly undid my jeans and placed them neatly to one side I popped off my pants and let my huge manly cock jut upwards, I was so horny right now. The kid turned his terrified head backwards to look at it, the look of hell filling him up inside.

 

I wet two fingers and spread his bouncy fresh ass cheeks to one side; I began easing them in just to the point where my nails were embedded. Then without him being prepared I shoved them right up there into his rectum.

 

“Owwwwwwwwww, nooooooooo, pleaseeeeee.” He screamed out in pain. He wriggled his ass up and down them it was as though he was fucking my fingers. The discomfort was too much for him so I think that is why he was moving so much.

I reached down with my hand and slapped his balls five times.

 

“Shut up, shut up!” I shouted at him.

 

He said nothing but continued to moan to himself. I looked him over once more whilst I was applying some lube to my cock, I had some handy in my pocket.

 Just imagine being in my position having a fresh faced eighteen year old boy on his hands and knees spread wide as possible waiting to take the full length of my cock. I didn’t even need to hold him down any more he just stayed there, I think he had come to a decision there was no point fighting it, he knew I was bigger and stronger, and that very soon his sweet ass was going to be fucked………

A Friend in Need.....

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A Friend in Need…..
 
 

A friend of mine called round the other day. He was feeling a bit low and asked if he could come round. Of course I said yes. I’ve never known for sure if he was gay or not, but I’ve thought he probably is. Not that it bothers me. To each his own, live and let live, and all that. In fact, when I’ve felt like sex and had a good wank, I’ve imagined, a few times, what it might be like with him.

He duly arrived and seemed pleased to see me and have some company. He lives alone, as I do, and I’ve wondered from time

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to time what he did about sex. Did he have a girlfriend? A boy friend? Call girls? Rent boys? I really had no idea. We settled down with a drink and he was talking about the fact that he was alone and it was nice to enjoy some company now and then. He gave an embarrassed chuckle and added that being alone meant that he couldn’t get any sex except by wanking himself, and did I know what he meant?  I noticed that there was a bulge in his trousers as his cock was getting hard as he was thinking and talking about sex.

 

“Yes,” I agreed. “That is one of the disadvantages of being alone. It’s either a hand job, or a blowup dolly, or something similar.” I didn’t want to mention rent boys or hookers in case I picked the wrong gender.

He nodded agreeably and sipped his drink.  “The trouble with wanking is, it gets boring after a while. And I do like a bit of excitement when I have sex.”

“Excitement?” I queried. He looked away and went a bit red.

“Oh, well, just something to add a little spice,” he said vaguely. By now, the bulge in his jeans was extremely large. I nodded in that direction.

“Looks as if you’re spiced up already,” I suggested with a smile.

He glanced down and chuckled again. “It’s been a long time,” he explained, “so it doesn’t take a lot to get me hard.” He chuckled once more as he looked at me embarrassedly and, without realising it, rubbed himself once or twice. The bulge was now big enough to show the outline of his cock inside his jeans.

“It looks to me as if you’ll have to do something about that,” I said. “It’s going to burst out in a minute.”

He laughed. “Not a lot I can do now!” he muttered.

“Oh, feel free,” I said. “You know where the bathroom is if you want to go and sort yourself out.”

He looked surprised. “You wouldn’t mind?” he asked. “I mean….if I went and…. sorted myself out, as you put it.”

“Not in the least,” I assured him. “Go right ahead if you want and I’ll refresh our drinks.”

He was now rubbing the front of his jeans as he stared at me.

“Well….if you’re sure?” he said doubtfully. I gestured to the stairs.

“Go and enjoy yourself,” I said with a grin.

“A different house, different place,‑ it might make all the difference,” he said and stood up. He was now quite blatantly grasping his cock from outside his jeans and gently rubbing himself through the material. “You’re very understanding,” he said sheepishly.

“It’s not a problem,” I assured him again.

 

He went upstairs and I heard him go into the bathroom.  I busied myself making fresh drinks and after a while I called up and asked him if he was okay. No reply. I went up to the bathroom and called again to ask if he was okay.  Again no reply. I knocked on the bathroom door and it opened against my knock.  (I think he had left the door ajar deliberately).  He was sitting on the toilet seat, his trousers down to his ankles, and holding his  cock in his hand and rubbing himself  fast. I couldn’t help looking and what I saw I couldn't believe at first! He was wearing soft silky white ladies’ pants and sheer black holdup stockings. His cock was huge as it projected from inside his pants.  I could see his huge balls:- and they were shaved completely smooth. There was not a hair to be seen anywhere. His cock and his skin gleamed softly in the light.  He went very red as he tried to cover himself and pull up his pants and his cock wilted just a little.

“Oh God! I am sorry,” he said. “I didn't hear you and I thought I locked the door.”  (I wasn't at all sure about that!). “Oh, well, now you know my secret! I’m really embarrassed! I’m so sorry!” he blurted out, still holding his erect cock.

“No, it’s I that am sorry!” I said.  “I had no idea you were still ‘busy’.  As for your secret, well, it’s safe with me, I can promise you. Now I know what you mean about a little spice!”

He looked down at his clothing. “Oh, yes. Well, that and other things,” he admitted, going red again. “I like to wear stockings and suspenders, and ladies’ panties. I find it very erotic and exciting. But I’m sorry you had to find out that way.”

I told him it didn’t matter and not to be embarrassed.

“Actually,” I whispered with a smile, “so do I!” 

His eyes lit up. “You’re joking!  Really?” Then he looked away, embarrassed again. “You’re just trying to make me feel better,” he admonished me.

“No I’m not,” I said. “I often wear the same sort of things.” He was still holding his cock and it had got  harder again.

“I don’t believe you!” he said, shaking his head. “You’re just trying to save my embarrassment!”

I reached for my zip and pulled it down, opened the fly and showed him what I was wearing. Then throwing caution to the winds I pulled down my jeans far enough for him to be certain I was wearing soft see‑through pink ladies’ pants, and for him to see the tops of my stockings and the suspenders.

His jaw dropped as he gazed at my crotch. But I noticed that his cock had suddenly got ramrod hard and he began to stroke himself again, heedless of me.

“I’m speechless!” he murmured. “All this time we’ve known each other and we share the same likes and enjoy the same hidden pleasures and we never knew it!”

Watching him wanking gently was making me hard and I couldn’t resist a gentle rub myself. That only served to make me harder still, and he noticed.

“It’s a turn‑on, isn’t it?” he said, wanking himself harder and looking straight at my own erection.

By now I was sure that he was gay, or at the very least bi, and seeing me in front of him with my jeans half down, wearing ladies’ pants and stockings and with an erection was obviously having its effect on him.

“What is?” I enquired. “The ladies’ clothes or seeing me with a hard on?”

He was becoming a bit breathless. “Both!” he gasped. I rubbed myself again and my cock became harder still inside my pants. I could see he was enjoying the sight of it. He was now wanking himself furiously in front of me.

“Wanking my cock in front of you is a turn‑on as well!” he gasped. “Sorry! I really am! But it is!”

“Stop!” I suggested gently, pulling up my jeans and reluctantly letting my cock go. “This is a waste.”

His strokes slowed as he looked at me in puzzlement. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“Now we know each other’s little secrets,” I explained, “why are we in the bathroom when there’s a perfectly good bedroom next door?”

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “You mean……you and I….really? You’re happy to….I mean, if we both….”

He trailed off, but the thought was evidently too much for his frustration to cope with because he suddenly let out a groan and muttered, “Oh! I’m sorry but I have to cum! I can’t stop it now!”

And giving his huge cock one or two last strokes he quickly pulled up the front of his pants and jerked several times as he shot his cum into them. I could see the wet stain appearing as the cum oozed through the soft material. There was a lot of it.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” he gasped yet again. “It was too late! The thought of you…and seeing your cock hard inside those lovely soft pants…it was too much!”

“Stop apologising!” I said. “That was obviously a good wank and I’m pleased for you. But now there’s something I’d like to do!”

He looked at me enquiringly but I said nothing, just reached forward and rubbed my hand over his pants, feeling the warm cum beneath my fingers. I rubbed gently, wiping his cum over the front of his pants, and then quickly reached inside the waistband and took his cock in my hand, wiping the remains of the cum over it.

“Oh! That’s nice!” he murmured breathlessly. “That’s very nice! I like the feel of your hand on me!”

I withdrew my hand and straightened up. “Come on,” I suggested. “Now we have nothing to hide from each other, so let’s go and enjoy our drinks. We’ll let you recover a bit, and if you’re still up for it we’ll enjoy ourselves again a bit later.”

“Oh, I’m up for it, alright!” he agreed. He stood up and pulled up his jeans over his damp pants. I led the way downstairs and gave him his drink. We sipped and I said, “I see what you mean about adding a little spice. Nice that we don’t have any secrets now.”

He looked away. “You don’t know all my secrets,” he murmured.

“Well,” I offered, “if you want to share them with me, I’ll be pleased to know about them.”

“Not sure about that!” he muttered.

I raised an eyebrow. “Surely you can’t be shy or embarrassed now?” I said.

He didn’t answer but glanced from me to the floor and back again.

“Well, I like other things as well,” he said, “but I’m not sure you’d be interested.”

“Not if it involves pain,” I agreed. “I’m not into handcuffs, whips, latex masks or domination. Other than that, if it adds zest to sex, I’m all for it.”

“Hmmph!” was his rejoinder, and he sat down and nursed his drink. We sat in companionable silence for a while.

“Can I ask a question?” he ventured.

“Go ahead. If I don’t want to answer, I won’t.”

He nodded. “I’m bi,” he admitted. “What about you?”

“The same,” I answered him. “Women were okay, but I enjoy sex with a man just as much, possibly even more.”

He nodded again. “I understand,” he said. He shook his head thoughtfully and swallowed some of his drink. “I can’t get over the sight of you dropping your jeans and showing me your lovely pants and stockings,” he mused. “And the sight of your cock, hard inside your pants was just……” he shook his head again.

“And I have to say that the sight of your cock was a turn‑on, too,” I said. “It was huge. I had no idea you had such a big cock. And you’re smooth! You shave!  Just as I do. I admit it turned me on to see you wanking that lovely smooth cock, wearing those pants and holdups. It made me hard.  And all that lovely hot cum. Yes, I admit it. It turned me on.”

He smiled at me. “Good. Let’s hope I can turn you on again, in a bit,” he said.

I felt a stirring deep inside my balls. “Oh, I’m sure you will,” I agreed. “And look.” I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “Your other, er‑ pleasures, secrets, call them what you like. If you want to try them out on me, go ahead. If I don’t like anything, be sure I’ll let you know!”

He looked at me for a while. “Maybe,” he answered. “I don’t want to spoil what promises to be a terrific evening by –“

“Night,” I interrupted him. “Why don’t you stay the night? That way there’s no rush and we can take as much time as we like over our pleasures.”

He stared at me, surprised. “Okay!” he agreed. “I’d love to! But……I’m still doubtful about…..”

I let him stop and ponder. Finally he made up his mind. “ I like dirty sex,” he said in a rush. He held up a hand. “Now if you don’t like that, okay, it’s fine. We don’t have to mention it again. Forget I said anything. But I love to be dirty when I have sex. Sometimes,” he added.

“By dirty, you mean…..” I prompted him.

Once more he looked embarrassed. “I like to wet myself,” he admitted. “And more.”

 I thought about it. “You mean you like to pee yourself?”

“In my pants,” he agreed.

“And the more?”

He looked away from me and swallowed the last of his drink,  for some Dutch courage, I suspected.

I decided not to help him out. “You don’t want to tell me?” I suggested.

He didn’t look at me. “I’ll tell you if you’re sure we can still…. um. Enjoy each other. As long as you don’t change your mind, because I really want to hold your cock and wank you, at the very least. If you don’t like what I like, that’s fine, but don’t let it stop us having sex, please?”

I nodded. “That’s fair enough. I promise I won’t change my mind. But if I don’t like the thought of whatever it is you do, then we won’t do that. Okay?”

He looked relieved and glanced at his empty glass. I poured some more Dutch courage into it for him and he took a big swallow.

“I like to fill my pants too,” he blurted. “I like to do a shit in them and feel it all over my ass and my balls and my cock.” He watched me for a moment. “Now you know,” he added defiantly.  “Dirty, very dirty and not ‘normal’.” He made a sign of apostrophe marks in the air with his fingers.

 
 

I thought about it. It wasn’t something I’d tried before. I tried to imagine the feel of a warm brown packet oozing into my own pants. The thought wasn’t unpleasant. I thought about that warm brown stuff sinking down to cover my balls and nestling in the crotch of my pants. The idea was rather appealing and my cock twitched.

“But harmless,” I pointed out. “Maybe not normal for most people, but there are thousands, if not millions, of people all around the world who enjoy it.”

Now he looked at me and was obviously waiting for me to complete the punch line. I finished my own drink.

“I don’t think it would bother me,” I finished for him. “I find the idea rather erotic.”

He looked very relieved. “Yes,” he said. “I find it erotic too. But if you don’t want –“

It was my turn to hold up a hand. “Let’s see what happens,” I suggested. “If we find we want to, we will, if not, we won’t.”

He looked pleased, then crestfallen at the thought that it might not happen.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Plenty of other things we can enjoy, anyway.”

But I knew from his expression that he was hoping we would do these things together, and to be honest, I rather liked the idea myself. All in good time.

We spent an enjoyable evening, talking, drinking and reminiscing about various escapades in our lives, complimenting or denouncing mutual acquaintances.

At one point he stood up and said, “Must go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll come with you,” I said.

In front of the bowl he unzipped and produced his cock. I gently curled my fingers round it, feeling the warmth and the smoothness of it. He started to grow hard as his pee flowed out. I unzipped my jeans with the other hand.

“I didn’t want you to wet your pants now,” I said to him.

“I wasn’t going to,” he said, surprised, “but why not?”

“Because there is all that lovely cum on them,” I explained, “ and I didn’t want it washed away. I want to taste that, later.”

I suddenly turned to him and pushed his cock inside my jeans. I could feel the warmth through my own pants as it nestled against my own cock.

“But you can wet me,” I told him.

His eyes lit up and I felt the hot gush as he let the last of his piss go, soaking my pants and the front of my jeans. It flowed over my cock and down my thighs.

“Nice!” I said as the flow stopped. “Yes, I like that!” I stroked him gently and he began to get hard again. He thrust against me, his cock buried inside my jeans.

“Do you want me to cum on you?” he whispered.

“Not now,” I said and pulled away from him. “Later, yes, lots of it! As much as you can!”

I felt my own erection starting, and he must have seen it in my eyes because his hand slid into my jeans and through the softness of my pants I felt his fingers curl round my semi‑hard cock and begin to rub.

“I want that!” he whispered. “I want to hold that and feel its heat, its hardness. I want to take it inside my mouth and suck it! I want to feel your cum gush over me!”

Now I was really hard and I wanted him to continue wanking me.

“Do you know what I want?” I asked quietly.

“Tell me!” he urged, still holding me tightly and wanking me through the material of my pants.

“I want to cum inside your pants!” I told him. “I want you to wank me till I cum, and I want to shoot it all inside your lovely soft pants so that it mixes with your own cum!”

He reached down inside the elastic waistband of my pants and gently pulled my cock outside them.

“Nice!” he breathed. “Oh, nice and smooth! And hard! Yes! Do it! I’m going to stroke you and hold you and wank you till you cum and I want to feel all that hot sticky cream inside my pants!”

He moved his hand faster, wanking me hard and my cock was rigid in his grasp. He pulled down the waist of his own pants and aimed my cock at them.

“Whenever you want!” he said. “Your cock is lovely! I love holding it and wanking you! Shoot your hot cum into my pants!”

And the words, and the thought, were enough and I couldn’t hold back, great gouts of hot white cum shooting from my cock as he continued to stroke me, hitting his smooth, soft, shaven skin and running down inside his pants to nestle there with his own half dry cum.

“Aaaahh! Nice! Hot and creamy!” he murmured.

As the last drops oozed from the tip of my cock he suddenly squatted down and rubbed it over his face, licking the tip and collecting the last few drops of my cum.

“Beautiful!” he murmured. He stood up, took my hand and rubbed it over his pants so that the palm of my hand was wet with cum. Then he licked my palm, savouring the taste of my cum again.

“That was nice!” I told him breathlessly. “Now I need to pee myself.”

I let the flow run, and he held my cock as I pissed.

“Oh, I do hope I’m going to get some of that later!” he murmured.

“You will,” I promised.

 

I made us something to eat, a big helping for each to get our strength up, and afterwards we sat and made further inroads into the bottle.

“I’m so pleased we’ve ended up like this,” he said eventually, “you know, knowing about each other and enjoying each other’s bodies. I have to tell you it’s a great relief for me to know we can share and enjoy sex together.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “I was surprised when I saw you in the bathroom, especially wearing those pants and holdups, but of course, I didn’t know you liked that, and you didn’t know I did, either. Yes, I agree. It’s nice to be able to share such pleasures.”

He smiled and rubbed the front of his jeans. “I’m so looking forward to enjoying you,” he admitted. “It will be nice if I can fuck you too.”

I must have looked doubtful. His cock really is huge when it’s hard.

“I won’t hurt, if that’s what you’re thinking, I promise,” he continued earnestly. “If I can fuck you I’ll be very gentle.”

“Your cock is huge,” I said. “Bigger than mine. I don’t know if I can take it.”

He smiled at me. “But I know I want you in me!” he said. “I really want you to fuck me, hard! But I want to wank you too. And suck you. It could be a long night!”

We laughed. I thought about his big, hard cock probing at my ass and the thought began to make me hard. Then I thought about him holding me and wanking me again, and I got harder still. He was watching me.

“You’re getting hard,” he pointed out. “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” I admitted. “You wanking me, even fucking me. And me wanking you and fucking you. Yes, it’s making me hard.”

He came over to me then, and knelt on the floor in front of me.

“Relax and enjoy,” he whispered, and gently unzipped my jeans. He caressed the outside of my cock through the soft pants, and at each gentle stroke of his fingers I grew harder until I was totally erect and my cock was straining inside my pants. Gently his fingers curled round me and began to wank me again. I couldn’t believe how hard it was making me and I knew I was going to cum quickly.

“Where do you want me to cum?” I murmured.

“In my mouth,” he answered, and pulled my cock free of the top of my pants. He licked around it, the tip, the back, caressing it with his tongue and making it wet and slippery.

“Cum in my mouth,” he repeated and so saying, opened his lips and slid my cock inside his mouth, holding the base gently with his fingers and thumb as he continued to wank me and suck me at the same time.

I was holding back as much as I could but the feeling was so pleasurable I knew I was only moments away.

“Don’t swallow!” I gasped.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow without stopping his movements.

“I want it back!” I gasped again. “Give it all back to me in my pants!”

His eyes signalled he understood and he took me even deeper into his mouth as I pushed my hips forward to meet him.

And then I felt it, that movement deep within my balls which meant that my cum had started its journey to the open air and suddenly I gushed a huge amount of hot cum into his mouth.

It leaked from around his lips as he sucked and sucked and wanked me with his fingers even harder and faster and I came again, and again, filling his mouth with my hot cream. I groaned in sheer pleasure as I shot my spunk into his mouth, and then sank back, completely sated.

His eyes smiled as he released my cock from his lips. Keeping them tightly closed he nuzzled my pants and pulled down the waistband. Gently he released the cum into them and I enjoyed the warm stickiness as my own cum soaked into them, running over my cock and down to my balls.

“Oh, that was nice!” I gasped. “That was NICE!”

He gently nuzzled his face from side to side on my pants, wiping the last few drops of cum onto them.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” he said with a grin.

“I do love you wanking me!” I had to admit to him. “I’ll return the favour later!”

He nodded. “I’m looking forward to it!” he agreed.

 

We finished the bottle as we watched a movie on TV.  I suggested we take another one upstairs with us. I had recovered from the huge climax which had emptied my balls, and the thought of going to bed with him, wearing those erotic ladies’ pants and being able to freely touch, lick, suck and feel his body was already turning me on again. Switching off the TV and the lights, we went up to the bedroom.  Setting the bottle and glasses down on the bedside table I looked at him. I stripped off my tee-shirt and he did the same.

“Lie down,” I suggested.

He grinned and obligingly lay full length on the bed.

I lay beside him and gently stroked his thigh. It was warm beneath his jeans. I rubbed and stroked gently, moving my hand higher and higher, nearer his crotch. I could see his cock getting hard inside his jeans. My hand passed gently over it, feeling the heat of it and it twitched beneath my fingers.

“Yes!” he murmured. “Nice!”

I grasped as much of his erect cock as I could through his jeans and began to rub him. His breath became faster and his eyes closed in pleasure.

I undid the top of his jeans and slowly unzipped them. His cock burst out from them, still inside his soft, silky pants, but so big that the top two inches were already protruding from the waistband. I moved on the bed and bent to nuzzle my face against his pants, feeling his hot, hard cock against my cheek and then my lips. I sucked at the material of his pants, tasting the mixture of his cum and my own. It was delicious, slightly salty, creamy and sticky. I felt his cock straining inside his pants as my mouth traced the outline of it.

Pausing for a few moments I pulled his jeans down and off him. He arched his back to help me and then lay back with the holdups and the thin, soft material of his pants and his cock strained inside them. I pulled my own jeans off too, and lay beside him again. His hands roved over the tops of my stockings and his fingers traced the line of the suspenders up to my own pants.

“So sexy!” he gasped. “So nice!”

 I bent to kiss his thigh and felt the warmth of his hot, smooth skin.  I grasped his cock again and rubbed him gently.  I licked the tip of it and my tongue continued to caress his helmet, the back of it and probe gently at the tiny hole. He pushed upwards against my hand.

“Oh! I’m going to cum!” he gasped. “Do something, please!  Take my cock outside my pants!”

I pulled the top of the silky material down and his cock sprung out, ramrod straight and hard as a rock. I marvelled at the size of it.  My lips closed over it and I took as much as I could in my mouth. It tasted divine, of pee and cum, and his own hot flavour.  He pushed upwards, trying to get all of his cock in my mouth but there was no way I could take it all. I felt him quiver and knew he was about to erupt.

Quickly I released his cock from my lips and it pointed straight up in the air, quivering, with a tiny drop of precum oozing from the tip. I quickly licked that up and savoured the taste of it.  He groaned and thrust his hips upwards. I rolled over to him, kneeling above him with his huge cock pointing straight up at my balls. Pulling the leg of my pants aside I lowered myself onto it and felt that huge member slide inside my pants, up against my own semi-hard cock. I grasped it outside my pants and wanked him once, twice, and that was it.

 

He thrust up, hard and I felt his hot cum shoot out of his cock and onto mine, into my pants and against my skin. The hot stickiness ran down my cock and onto my balls. And still he kept shooting more and more. My pants were soaked and I felt the hotness run down my thigh as I continued to rub him, his cock twitching and quivering inside my pants as I wanked the last tiny drops of cum from him.

He sank back, gasping for breath and I gently eased upwards and off his cock, now a little softer but still enormous in its semi-hard state.

I rubbed my hand over my pants and felt his warm cum on my fingers. I licked them and tasted his cum, and then did it again, trying to collect as much as I could from the wet material of my pants and lick it from my fingers.

I lay back beside him as he recovered his breath.

“God! That was amazing!” he gasped.

I was now more than semi-hard  and I began to wank myself, holding my cock outside my wet pants. I suddenly realised that the fact that they were wet was turning me on. The thought of all his cum in them, the feel of the warm cum on my hands as I rubbed myself and the sensation of the stickiness on my own cock and skin suddenly made me completely erect.

He was watching me, still slightly short of breath.

“Your turn!” he grinned. “What do you want to do?”

And suddenly I knew what I wanted. I thought about it briefly and the very thought made me quiver in expectation.

“I want to fuck you,” I said.

He nodded. “Which way?” he asked me. Shall I kneel in front of you or shall I sit on you?”

“Sit on me,” I told him, and he rose up to kneel above me.

I was still wanking myself very gently through my pants. His cock was in front of me, softer now but still big, and I wished he was hard again already. I loved holding his big cock and making him cum but I knew he needed time to recover.

Reaching between his legs he pulled aside his own pants and began to lower himself towards me. I pulled down my own pants and my cock rose from inside them. He lowered himself some more and I guided the tip of my own hard cock inside his pants and against the cheeks of his ass. He moved a little and I felt the tip of my cock press against his rosebud.

I pushed upwards as he sank lower and I felt my cock enter him, a little resistance and then I was sliding into his ass. It was warm, and felt wet. He smiled with pleasure as he felt me inside him.

“Nice!” he murmured. “Fuck me!”

And he began to move up and down, sliding on my cock as I strained upwards, trying to push every inch of me into his ass. We looked at each other.

“You know,” he murmured softly, “that if you fill me with cum, it will have to come out afterwards?”

I nodded. “I know. Fine. Let it come out.”

And he gave a little nod and moved harder and stronger and I felt the warmth of his ass surrounding my cock and I pushed up hard, almost lifting myself off the bed as I shot my cum into him, again and again and again, filling his ass with my own hot stickiness. It lubricated his hole and my cock and the fact that it was surrounded by wetness made me stay hard for longer than I could have imagined and I jerked again as the last drops of cream shot from my cock into his ass.

Now it was I who was breathless and I sank back, and he lifted himself from my cock and rolled to lie beside me.

“Gorgeous!” I said. “A wonderful fuck!”

“Certainly was,” he agreed. “Love the feel of you in my ass. Love the feel of your hot cum squirting into me.”

I reached over and filled our glasses.

“A little rest,” I suggested, “ and then we’ll find something else to do.”

He nodded his agreement and we half lay, half sat against the pillows and relaxed with our drinks.

At one point he bent forward and his fingers eased my cock from my pants. He took me in his mouth and I felt him sucking me. But it was much too soon to get hard again. He resumed his position against the pillows and smiled at me.

“Just tasting the last drops of your cum,” he explained, “and anything else that I could.”

I guessed what he meant. There could only be one other thing he could taste on my cock.

“Nice?” I asked.

“Oh, yes!” he answered. “Just enough to taste but not too much.”

I opened the top of my pants and looked at my sleeping cock. Most of it was brown and there was brown on the front of my pants too, mixing with the cum.

“Well, you didn’t taste all of it,” I said.

“Oh no. Saving it for later,” he grinned.

We lay for a while and sipped our drinks.

“Do you wear those clothes outside?” he asked me.

“Usually,” I told him. “I try to wear them all the time. I have other things I like to wear, slips, bloomers,  holdups like yours.”

He nodded. “We’re so much the same,” he said. “I wear my stuff whenever I can. It’s rare that I don’t have any of it on.” He sighed. “It’s so nice to find a like-minded person.”

I nodded and we relaxed for a while.

Eventually I asked,” What do you want to do now?”

“I know exactly what I want to do,” he answered firmly. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me?”

He looked at me seriously.

“It’s decision time, I’m afraid,” he said. “If you’re okay with my, er, desires. Or not. In which case I’ll go to the bathroom. I’m struggling to hold everything in here.”

“Aah. I see.” I paused. I thought about what he wanted to do. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted him to do it.

“Do it,” I told him, equally firmly.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Sure? Once it’s done, it’ll be too late to change your mind.”

“Do it,” I said again.

He nodded and rolled over to squat on the bed, his legs astride me as I lay beneath him.

“Put your hand on my ass,” he said.

I reached between his legs, feeling that huge cock, soft now, rub against my arm as I curved my hand round under his pants to place my palm against his cheeks.

He closed his eyes and there was a pause. Then I felt something gently pushing against my palm and I realised with a thrill of erotic pleasure that he had let go and was emptying himself, filling his pants with my cum, and his own brown stuff. The pressure grew as he expelled everything he had. A warm bulge nestled in my hand, soft, squashy and unbelievable erotic.  He pushed himself against my hand and I felt it all move inside his pants, squashing against his skin. I felt him tense as he used his muscles to push the last remainder out of himself and my hand filled again as he finally opened his eyes and looked at me questioningly.

“Nice,” I admitted. “The feel of all your shit inside your pants is nice.” I massaged the bulge gently and he closed his eyes again, this time in pleasure.

“Use your fingers to pull it down inside my pants,” he instructed. “I want to feel it on my balls.”

I did so, gently easing and teasing the huge bulge down into the crotch of his pants, massaging it against his balls and teasing it further round to the front of his silky pants, not so white now, but soft and erotic against my fingers. His cock once again began to grow hard as I teased his warm brown stuff round onto his cock.

He lowered himself gently until his ass was resting against my own soft cock and I felt the shit against me through my pants, warm, soft, squashy and to my surprise I felt my own cock getting hard yet again. He rubbed himself back and forth a couple of times, spreading his packet over his own balls and cock, inside those soft pants.

“Yeeeeessss!” he breathed.  Rubbing against my cock, getting hard again itself, made him hard too and the tip of his cock, covered as it was with his own brown stuff, began to protrude outside the waistband of his pants.

The feel of his full pants and the feel of him rubbing against me had succeeded in bringing me to a full erection again. He reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants, wanking me gently.

Suddenly he moved, turning completely round and kneeling in front of me, facing the foot of the bed.

“Put your cock in my pants!” he urged me. “Fuck my pants! Push it in my full pants and cum!”

 

I knelt up behind him and pulled my cock out from the top of my own pants. It was hard, and still mostly brown from being inside his ass. The thought of pushing it deep into his pants and being surrounded by all that brown warmth was amazing and I lunged forward, pushing my cock feverishly into the leg of his pants and feeling my cock slide into that incredible bulge of warmth. It made me so hard it was almost painful and I wanted to cum immediately.

“Fuck my pants!” he said again urgently. “Yes! Yes! Fuck my shit and cum into it! Make it even softer and wetter! I want to feel your cock against mine, and my balls!”

And I pounded at him hard because it was better than I could ever have imagined and I wanted to stay there and feel all that warm brown shit around my cock for ever but I wanted to cum too because I was bursting, and I grabbed his hips and pulled him against me as I thrust into his pants and let my hot cream shoot into them. The warmth in his pants squashed against me as I thrust at him and I felt the heat of my own cum as it mixed with the shit and surrounded my cock.

I gasped and gasped as I fucked his pants and it was heavenly. Finally I finished and I sagged against him, completely spent.

He turned round to face me again, still kneeling over me and began to wank himself through his pants.

“Oh, it’s so nice!” he breathed, his eyes gleaming. “To have my pants full, to know your cum is in there too, to feel my own shit on my cock as I hold it, it’s just so nice!”

He wanked himself hard, and again I marvelled at the size of his huge cock, straining in his own hand, covered with his soft brown stuff which I could see was acting as a lubricant too. His hand was grasping his cock hard, but sliding easily up and down its length. He paused and massaged some more of his packet up from the crotch of his pants and onto his cock.

“Yes!” he breathed again. “Yes!”

And suddenly he turned round once more, facing my feet and pushing his body backwards. He lay forward and I felt him at the waist of my own pants. His cock thrust inside them, touching my own which was still sensitive and made me jerk. I felt his hand still wanking himself inside my pants as his hard cock rubbed against mine. I felt him fetch more of his brown load and push it into the front of my pants and then he withdrew his hand and jerked back and forth as he fucked my pants, his cock thrusting against mine and pushing out the crotch of  my pants as he slid back and forth in the soft brown shit that nestled against my cock.

He gave a huge jerk and stayed thrust forwards and I felt his hot cum gush from him into my pants, saturating them and covering my cock and his in white creamy stickiness which mixed with the soft brown stickiness that was already there. He let out a huge groan as he came, once, twice, three times and still more of his hot cum squirted into my pants. It ran down onto my balls and I felt it on my thighs as it leaked out from the elastic at the legs.

Finally he relaxed against me, his cock still buried inside my pants.

“Oh, God! God!” was all he could manage to gasp.

His ass was just in front of me as he lay gasping on me and I gently massaged his cheeks through the soft silk of his pants, persuading the last remaining brown stuff trapped inside them to slide down to his rosebud. I rubbed at his hole gently and he pushed backwards against my finger a little.

“Yes! That too, soon!” he murmured.

Finally he sat up, rolled off me and lay beside me.

“Where’s my drink?” he enquired. “I really need a rest after that!”

And so we lay, recovering after our sex and sipping at our drinks as our heart rates slowed and our breathing became normal again.

After a while he glanced at my pants, then at me. There was a hopeful look in his eyes.

“I suppose….is there a chance you might…..?” he trailed off and looked at my pants again.

I thought about it. I could feel a pressure inside me. I thought it very likely. Did I want to? Yes.

“I think it’s quite likely, quite soon,” I said.

His eyes glowed in expectation of pleasure to come.

“Let me know when it’s time,” he said. “I want to enjoy every second of it when you do it!”

“Right now,” I said, “I need to pee.”

“In my pants!” he said immediately. “On top of me and go inside the leg and let it all go on me!”

So now I rolled over to lie on him, holding my cock and pushing it inside his pants leg.

“Are you sure?” I asked him. “I think there might be quite a lot.”

“I’m sure,” he said positively. “Are you sure about your bed?”

“Sheets can be washed,” I answered, and without more ado I let myself go and felt my hot piss gush out into his pants. His eyes closed again and he just kept breathing ‘yes!’ quietly as he felt my flow soak into his pants and his shit and my cum. I was right. There was a lot of it. I felt it soaking into my own pants too, and the feeling was very erotic and sexy.

“Yes!” he repeated, again and again. “More! Beautiful! So hot! Wonderful!”

Eventually I finished and withdrew my cock and lay back beside him. His eyes remained closed but his hand went to his pants and he massaged his cock through them, squelching in the wetness and the brownness and rubbing it over his pants as much as he could. Then he did the same to me, rubbing my pants and holding my cock through the material, massaging his own cum and my piss into a glorious wet, sticky mixture that I could feel on my skin and on my cock.

We were silent for a while, enjoying the feelings.  Idly I reached over and rubbed his cock gently again.

“I love you doing that,” he said. “It’s so nice when someone else  holds your cock and wanks you.”

“What do you want to do now?” I asked.  I had a feeling I knew what he wanted. “Do you want me to wank you until you cum and shoot your cum on me, into your pants, or into my cock and balls, or do you want me to roll over  so that you can push your cock into me and fuck my ass?” 

“I want to fuck you!” he said with a guttural growl. “Very much! Wank my cock a bit!”

I reached for his cock and began to rub him slowly to make him erect yet again. It wasn’t instantaneous, but it didn’t take long. Gradually his huge cock, wet, glistening and quite brown from our previous exploits, began to show itself above the waist of his pants, equally wet and brown now.

“I’ll sit on you,” I told him. I wasn’t going to do this any other way at first. If his enormous length and girth was going to slide into my ass I wanted to control how it happened.

He nodded, and pulled his cock free of his pants. Again it stood, a ramrod hard pole and I moved to straddle him. He reached up, rubbed my cock and massaged my balls for a moment then pulled aside the leg of my wet, brown pants.  Gently I lowered myself until I felt the tip of his rod probing at my cheeks.  He guided it to my rosebud and I felt a twinge of worry. I really wanted to feel his cock fucking me but I was still dubious about being able to accept that huge gleaming rod in me. I lowered myself a little more and now the tip of his cock was pushing at my rosebud,  straining to enter. I’ve long since learnt that the best way to accept something in the ass is push out as if emptying yourself, not clench your buttocks, which is the natural reaction and tightens everything up. So I closed my eyes and pushed outwards, moving a little lower at the same time. I felt his hands moving and guessed that he was lubricating his length, either with the wet piss in our pants, or perhaps some of the brown packet that nestled within.  His hands reached up and gently grasped my hips easing me downwards and now I felt that huge rod pushing my muscle aside and sliding slowly into me.  It felt huge, enormous. It was huge. Gradually he slid further into me and I could feel every inch of him as his cock gradually probed further and further into my ass. 

“Oh, that’s nice!” he murmured. “I can feel heat, and wetness. I think you’re full!”

I thought I was too.  The feel of his member in me made me want to expel, and I knew that as soon as he withdrew I would have to.

By now I could feel the tip of him deep inside me and pushing at the top of my bowels. I was just about to say ‘enough, I can’t take any more’, when he breathed out a long sigh.

“I’m in you,” he said, almost wonderingly. “I’m right inside you and it’s gorgeous!”

Gently I moved up and down, and whatever it was that was lubricating us worked, because I could feel him sliding easily inside me as I moved. He pushed his hips upwards to meet my movements.  His hands were still grasping my hips, working me up and down on his length. His movements became more urgent, faster, his upward heaves more thrusting and each time I felt that magnificent cock slide deep within my asshole.

“God, that’s so good!” he breathed. “Fucking you is just so nice!”

Now he was really heaving at me and his hands were pulling me down onto his length more urgently.

 “I wish we could do this doggy style!” he gasped.

“If you come out, I shall have to let go,” I warned him.

“Roll over with me,” he pleaded, and stopped his movements, staying buried as deep as he could inside me.

Gently and carefully we both rolled to one side, making sure that he stayed inside me. He supported his weight on one hand as I drew my knees up and managed to get in a kneeling position.  He straightened himself behind me and again his hands grasped my hips, now pulling me backwards onto him.

“Oh, yes!” he gasped. “Now I want to fuck you and fuck you!” And he began to move again, thrusting at me and sliding almost his entire length in and out of me without ever actually allowing himself to withdraw.

“Oh, that is just heaven!” he gasped, quite loudly it seemed to me.  “I’m fucking you! I’m fucking your lovely, wet, tight, full ass!” And he thrust harder and deeper and I really wanted to expel him and everything I had, but there was no way I could do that while he was still thrusting his huge cock inside my man-cunt, filling me to the exclusion of all else.

“Let me rape you!” he gasped.

And without more ado he pounded at me so hard that each movement sent me forward onto the pillows. I could feel his huge balls banging against me as he thrust and pounded and pushed every inch of that huge, magnificent cock as hard and as deep as he possibly could into my ass hole. He started to talk, muttering to himself rather than me.

“I love being in your ass! My cock is filling your ass and I can feel all your shit surrounding it as I fuck you! And it’s nice to fuck you hard! I’m raping you! I’m fucking your tight ass and I’m going to fill you with my cum! I’m going to shoot all my hot cream into your ass, into your shit and I’m going to fill you so full when I cum---”

And I felt him jerk, and a hot gush inside me as the first jet of his cum shot out of his cock and into my ass. He pounded again, and again another jerk and a huge spasm as he shot more cum. And now he fucked me so hard and so fast I could hardly tell if he was fully in me or half out and with each forward thrust I felt more of his hot cum gush into me.  I couldn’t believe how much there was.  Surely he must soon be finished, but it seemed not, and although it was probably only several seconds it seemed ages as he continued to thrust his great cock into me and each time he did there was another hot gush of cum spurting into me. He was sliding in and out of me even easier and faster than before and I guessed that his spunk was acting as a further lubricant.

Finally his strokes slowed and he eventually stopped, his cock buried to the hilt in me. He was gasping so hard he sounded like he’d just run a mile or more.

We stayed like that for several minutes. His cock was gradually becoming softer within me, although it was still enormous.  I liked the feeling of him being deep in me, but I knew that soon he would withdraw, and I wanted him to be ready.

“Let me know when you’re going to leave me,” I said, “because as soon as you do, I’m going to let go.”

“Yes!” he gasped. “Yes! In a moment!  I want to put my hand against your ass as you do it! I want to feel you fill your pants!”

And then he gently and very slowly began to pull his cock from me. I felt it sliding back and it seemed there was no end to it, but suddenly it was gone. I felt him pull the leg of my pants back into place and his warm hand spread over my cheeks.

I couldn’t wait for a second longer, and with relief I allowed my muscles to relax and felt the contents of my ass moving towards freedom.

With a huge gush I emptied my ass, feeling all the brown stuff that his cum had softened shoot out of my ass and into my pants. It was hot against my cheeks and there was a tremendous amount of it.  I heard him murmuring excitedly as the bulge in my pants filled his hand and he pushed it back against me, spreading it over me as much as he could inside my pants.

Just when I thought I’d finished I realised there was more and I pushed outwards again, a second huge pile leaving my rosebud and swelling the bulge that was already stretching my pants as far as they could go. I was conscious of his exclaims of delight and rapture without actually hearing him.

He realised I’d finally finished and his hands rubbed against the huge bulge in my pants. I felt him manipulating it down. Still kneeling, as I was, I felt the heat of it as it reached my balls but he didn’t stop there. Gently and carefully he eased all the contents down and down, round under my balls until they were completely immersed in it, and then further, round and up the front of my pants. I felt it reach the base of my cock and even further still as he used his fingers and the palm of his hand to drag more of it up onto my cock until that too was completely buried in it.

The feel of it surrounding my cock and the touch of his fingers against my balls and cock was enough to start my erection again. He grasped my cock from outside my pants, and I felt the shit and cum squash warmly against it as he started to wank me. He stroked me for several minutes. I was now as hard as I was ever going to be.

“Let me fuck you!” I managed to gasp. “I want to stick my hot cock and all my shit into you!”

He immediately let me go and assumed his own kneeling position beside me. I moved over, getting between his legs and feverishly dragging down the waistband of his pants. I felt the heat of my brown packet as I reached into the waist of my pants and pulled my rampant cock out. Without a word I just lunged forward, wanting nothing more than to bury my cock in his ass and cum into him.

His cheeks were still wet and brown and as I guided my cock towards his rosebud I saw that amidst the brown which covered my cock there were streaks of white;- his cum. I probed at his ass and slid in him without any effort. His muscles were open to receive me and I looked down and saw that my shit and his own cum was going inside him too. The thought was the final straw. I had time for just two huge thrusts into him, feeling the heat and wetness of his ass hole before I shot my own cum into him:- once, twice, three times a huge gush of cum left me to splash inside his ass. Gradually the spasms eased and became less forceful, but I knew I’d just shot a lot of cum into him. I was exhausted, and allowed myself to fall back onto the bed, my cock dripping with the last drops of spunk and still outside my pants. He relaxed too, rolling to lie on his back.

He grabbed my hand and pushed it under him, just in time as he expelled his own bowels and again I felt a bulge as he filled his pants with his brown packet and my cum.

I squashed it against him, but I really wanted to rest a bit. The orgasm as I fucked him had been so intense I just couldn’t do anything more until I’d rested.

“I think,” I gasped, “a little rest would be a good idea.”

He nodded. “Yes! I think so! God I haven’t had so much sex so quickly for yonks! But oh so nice!”

We lay quietly and I felt my eyelids drooping. I was quite ready to nod off and have a snooze while my body recovered. I heard his deep breathing beside me and when I glanced at him he was already dozing himself.  Gratefully, I let my eyes close completely and I slept.

 

I awoke to the feel of a hand rubbing my pants and as I opened my eyes I realised he was again massaging my cock through the thin, dirty material of my pants.

“Hi!” he greeted me. “Nice snooze?”

“How long?” I muttered, still not fully awake.

“About half an hour,” he answered. “I thought a coffee would be nice. Any chance?”

I nodded and rubbed my eyes. I swung out of bed to sit on the edge of it and as I did I felt all the contents of my pants squash hard against my balls and the base of my cock. The feeling was wonderful and I knew this was going to become a regular thing for me now.

“Oh, that’s a nice feeling,” I murmured.

“When it squashes against you as you sit?” he asked. “I know. Wonderful.”

I stood up and my pants stuck to my ass and balls, held there by the delightful brown, and white, stickiness inside them.

“Yes, a coffee is definitely on the agenda, I think,” I agreed.

We went downstairs and as we reached the kitchen he grabbed my shoulders and swung me round to face him. He wrapped his arms round my back and gave me a big hug.

“Thanks,” he murmured. “Thanks for understanding, for being who you are, and for doing what we’ve just done together.” He released me and stood, watching me.

I wasn’t sure what to say to him at first, and then I answered, “And thank you for introducing me  to the delights of full and wet pants! I had no idea it was so erotic and so sexy and such a turn-on!”

He smiled an acknowledgement and I busied myself making coffee while he watched.

“I hope,” he said, “that you’re going to keep your pants on until tomorrow?  Or do you want to change into clean ones?”

“Whatever for?” I asked in surprise. “I like the feel of them being full so why should I want to change them? We still have lots of time and I think after the coffee we’ll have recuperated enough to start all over again. No, I’m happy to stay as I am, if you are.”

“Oh, yes,” he said with a grin. “I shall want to stay like this until I get home, and maybe not even change then for a while.”

He came close to me and stood just behind me as I prepared the coffees. Then his arm circled me and he placed his hand on my cock.

“Stand still,” he murmured. “I want to wank you again.”

And as I stood and did things with coffee and spoons and sugar and hot water, he rubbed me and stroked me, making me erect again very quickly. Staying outside my pants, he grasped my cock completely and wanked me faster. I felt my legs trembling as the exhilaration of his hand on my cock grew and suddenly I was cumming again, shooting hot white spunk into the front of my full, dirty pants.

“Aaah!” I gasped.  And I let out a groan as I reached the heights of ecstasy, spunking hotly into my own pants. Feverishly his hand rubbed all over the front of me as my cock twitched again and I felt the fresh hot cum and the brown stickiness in my pants spread over my stomach and cock.

“Ooooohhh! Nice!” I gasped again and sagged a bit, supporting myself on the kitchen counter. As I rested there, my body still trembling from my climax, I felt his cock pushing against my ass.

“Bend over!” he suddenly pleaded, an urgent note in his voice. “Bend over the chair! I want to fuck you again!”

And before I could say or do anything he had grasped me and manipulated me so that I was bending over a kitchen chair, my hands supporting me on it and my ass presenting itself to him in the air.

I felt him feverishly pulling down the waist of my pants even as the tip of his cock probed between my cheeks and then he was pushing his huge cock into my rosebud. It was all so quick I had no time to think about any pain but I needn’t have worried. The brown and white pile in my pants and around my ass acted as a superb lubricant and he shoved himself into me, then almost out again as he began to pound at my ass, fucking me as hard as he could.

“I love fucking your ass!” he gasped out loud. “I love almost raping you as I fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”

My ass hole felt as if it was bursting with the huge, hot rod of flesh that was filling it. He continued to pound at me as I braced myself against the chair. I felt a tremble in his massive cock and he matched his words to his movements as he erupted and thrust his  cock even harder into me with each stroke, gushing his hot cum into me again.

“I – love – fucking – you – and – filling – your – ass -- with – my -- cum!”

And then he was spent and sagged against me so that I was almost supporting the weight of two of us for a few moments. I felt him sliding back out of me and I didn’t hesitate. I pushed hard and even as the tip of his cock left my rosebud I emptied myself over it. I felt him pause and stay still as the hot cum and a little more brown softness spurted out from me and covered his cock, running down inside my own pants and along the crease of my ass.

He breathed a long, drawn-out sigh of contentment as he felt the warmth envelope his cock, then finally pulled away from me and pulled up the back of my pants again. I felt the warmness from our exertions against my cheeks.

I straightened up.

“Fuck! That was good!” he exclaimed breathlessly. And I had to agree. It had been good and I’d loved the feel of him in me again, and the feeling as I emptied myself afterwards.

“Now I need the coffee!” he said, and I reboiled the kettle, finished the drinks and handed him a mug.

We stood, leaning and drinking, not saying a lot. There was no need to say much. We had enjoyed each other. We would enjoy each other again. And again. The night was yet young, and we had plenty of time.

 
THE END.
(for now………)

Days with my lover

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It is not easy to relive the moments I had my lover Travis. It was in all a wonderful and memorable time. He used to tell me how use to suck off a guy who worked at his dad’s workshop and enjoyed it. But when he got to be with me – he showed me all the  things he could do. He pulled down my pants and sucked my cock. I was amazed at the way my c

Purgatory Games

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Purgatory Games

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: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%">Kyle knew he was in trouble when he saw what waited for him inside his new cell. The top bunk was empty except for a heart shaped box of pink mints on the naked stained mattress. A note next to the box said, “Be my girl”. The guard looked from the note to Kyle’s pretty face.

“Welcome to Purgatory, boy,” the guard said with a smile fit for Hells’ gatekeeper. He slammed the heavy cell door, leaving Kyle to the cruel hands of the twisted God who ruled this place.

Democracy raged across the world in Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran and North Korea. The warriors who did battle on baseball diamonds, footballs fields and basketball courts were gone, overseas waging war for a Democratic Utopia. With police forces across the country depleted by war, the Department of Homeland Security desperately needed a new flavor of electronic heroin to soothe the jaded masses.

Back in 2025, the Monastic Reform Law blasted through Washington and came down on prisons like the devil’s hammer, bringing prisoners to God in a rough way. Purgatory was the first prison to offer redemption under the new Monastic Reform Law. The redemption and punishment of prisoners became a public spectacle, second only to the Roman Coliseum.

The public couldn’t get enough of televised whippings of unrepentant prisoners. Prisoner gladiator games, the newest concept in reality television, became the biggest money maker since boxing in Las Vegas. Now, years later, every prison in the country brought cutthroats, thieves and reluctant soldiers to God on live television, the ultimate electronic heroin high.

Kyle slumped down onto the bottom bunk, letting the bedding under his arm slip to the floor. He sat with his head in his hands, letting his dark brown hair fall across his face like a curtain. Behind his closed eyes he saw the Call to Service card that had turned up in his mailbox two weeks ago, one day after his nineteenth birthday. Kyle’s mad dash to the Mexican border was a nightmare of days without sleep and hitching rides on dark highways from men who demanded payment from Kyle on his knees.

Kyle’s capture came in the middle of the night. The border patrol swooped down on him, grabbing him up into the metal jaws of the Unpatriotic Actions Law. When he refused to sign his service papers, they said they’d give him a year to think it over. After his year in Purgatory, they’d be back with their papers. If Kyle refused to sign again, he’d get five more years.

At nineteen, Kyle was the hottest piece of ass in Purgatory. Slavery might be over on the outside, but here in Purgatory, pretty boys like Kyle were handed out to gladiators like first prize trophies. The Father Confessor who ran Purgatory had assigned Kyle to JT’s cell, as a reward for JT winning the Statewide Gladiator Games.

            On the outside, Kyle used his slender body and sweet boyish looks to get what he wanted. One look into Kyle's sultry brown eyes and men understood the promise of pleasure his soft pink lips offered. Before this nightmare started, he wouldn’t be with men who liked fucking ass. Now, Kyle looked around glumly at the dark red brick walls of the narrow cell. He knew his days of sucking cock and saying no to more were over. One look at JT, and everyone knew his bitches took it up the ass. Hard.

Loud footsteps and harsh voices echoed in the narrow hallway. The gladiators were coming back from training in the yard. Kyle steeled himself, and tried to get ready to meet the man who now owned him.

            JT slid the heavy cell door back with a bang and walked into the small cell. His dark chocolate skin glistened in the light of the single bulb that hung overhead. His bare chest and arms rippled with hard, sleek muscle. Sweat beaded on the flat toughness of his sculpted belly. A dark tattoo of a screaming skull rippled and writhed on the bulging bicep of his right arm.

When JT turned and looked at Kyle, there was a dark hunger in his black eyes that made Kyle shiver inside.

“Hey boy,” JT said in a deep voice that rumbled with bass. He slid the red bandana off his head and rubbed sweat from his bald head. “What’s up?”

Kyle wasn’t sure if he should answer. The hardness in JT’s eyes made Kyle feel like he was thinking about doing something cruel. Something that would make him scream. To avoid saying anything, Kyle shrugged and reached down to get his bedding. But JT stopped him, leaning his six foot three inch frame on the top bunk.

            “You’re even prettier than I thought,” JT said quietly, looking down into Kyle's light brown eyes.

Kyle looked at the swelling bulge between JT’s spread legs and pressed himself further back on the small bed. JT reached out to stroke Kyle’s cheek, but the boy flinched as though he’d been slapped.

            “Take it easy baby,” JT said with a low laugh. “I ain’t gonna hurt you. You’re gonna suck my dick and I’m gonna fuck you. But you ain’t in no danger with me.”

            Kyle tried to hide the fear that jolted his heart. No one had ever taken his ass. JT seemed to read his thoughts.

“You still a virgin, boy?” JT let his eyes crawl greedily over Kyle's slender body.

When Kyle turned brilliant red and didn’t answer, JT chuckled, a soft, low sound that sent chills down Kyle’s spine.

“I got you a present.” JT offered Kyle the box of candy from the top bunk, looking down at him with hard eyes that promised no mercy.

Kyle knew what it would mean if he refused the box of pink, heart shaped candies. An image of Jimmy’s face, horribly battered and bruised, rose in his mind. Kyle took the pink box from JT’s big hand, nearly snatching it in his haste to accept the gift.

“You’ll do alright with me,” JT said quietly, seeing how Kyle’s hand trembled when he took the candy.

JT grabbed the boy’s slender arm, pulling him off the bed.

 “Come here baby,” JT said softly, wrapping Kyle in a steel embrace.

JT ran his calloused fingers slowly along the softness of Kyle’s mouth, looking at the way his pink lips came together in a pout.

“These lips feel good wrapped around a man’s cock?” JT stared into Kyle’s soft brown eyes, unbothered by the fear he saw in the boy.

            JT pushed Kyle gently, sending him reeling into the corner between the bunk bed and the wall.

            A picture of Jimmy’s face rose in Kyle’s mind again, in grim detail. He spun and faced the wall, spreading his legs, his ass out. Better to let JT have his way without a fight.

A heavy hand fell on Kyle’s shoulder. He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut, promising himself he wouldn’t scream when JT’s cock tore into his ass.

“Damn baby,” JT’s deep voice said behind Kyle. He sounded slightly amused. “I ain’t gonna do you like that, bitch. Turn around. Get on your knees for me like a good girl.”

Kyle turned and faced JT, slipping to his knees. He looked up at the big black man standing over him, his legs spread. JT’s bulging crotch was inches from Kyle's lips. His cock looked big enough to ream Kyle’s ass with just one stroke.

“I’ll do what you want,” Kyle blurted. He looked up into JT’s eyes, pleading. “Just don’t make it bad for me, please?”

JT’s black eyes were twin pools of dark hunger, like an animal on the prowl.

“I like my bitch to blow me after I train in the yard. I get relaxed like that,” JT said, ignoring Kyle’s plea.

JT had unzipped his jeans and was reaching in to take out his dick when a voice stopped him.

“JT, we got to talk,” a man’s low voice said at the cell door.

“Fuck that,” JT said without turning around. “I’m trying out my new girl.”

“It’s important,” the other man said. “About the game next week.”

“It better be important,” JT said, zipping his pants, keeping his dark eyes on Kyle.

JT stroked Kyle’s cheek, and pursed his lips in a silent kiss. “Later baby,” he said, and turned away, disappearing through the cell door.

Kyle sprang to his feet the moment JT left and went to the cell bars. JT stood at the far end of the tier, talking to another man. For a wild moment, Kyle thought of escape. But to where? Nobody fucked with a gladiator. He got his bedding from the floor and started putting sheets on his bunk, thinking of the coming night.

After dinner, Kyle trudged back to his cell, sure that JT was there, waiting to ream his ass. He was relieved to find his cell empty. Kyle lay on the top bunk, thinking about JT. Before he realized it, Kyle was thinking of how it felt to be on his knees, with JT’s hard body towering over him. Kyle's cock surged at the memory of JT's dark, sleek body pressed close, his unzipped jeans inches from Kyle’s lips.

The breathy sound of men fucking came from the next cell, echoing down the narrow tier. Kyle closed his eyes and imagined himself on his knees between JT’s legs, letting the harsh sound of the men screwing become the sound of JT while Kyle sucked him off.

 Kyle undid his jeans, took his hard cock in his fist, and was about to jack off when a low voice said, “I don’t like my girls jacking off when I ain’t around.”

Kyle sat bolt upright at the sound of JT’s voice. He shoved his cock back inside his jeans, a flush of embarrassment rising to his face. JT walked into the cell and leaned against the top bunk.

“Was you thinking about my cock in your mouth or up your ass?” JT caressed Kyle’s hot face softly

The lights out warning buzzer saved Kyle from answering. Just after JT walked into the cell, a guard came down the tier, locking cell doors and doing last head count. Ten minutes later, a loud buzz signaled final lights out, and near total darkness fell.

            “Come here baby,” JT said. “You take care of my cock every night after lights out.”

             Kyle slipped from the bunk bed and knelt in front of JT, anxious to show him that he would have him without a fight. The last thing Kyle wanted was for JT to get angry.

 “No,” JT said quietly.

Kyle looked up at him, fear bright in his eyes, afraid he’d done something wrong.

“Over there, in the corner,” JT said. “I know you bitches don’t like nobody seeing you with a man. Guards can’t see you there.”

Kyle got up and wedged himself into the shadowy privacy of the corner between the bed and wall. A dim ray of light fell across Kyle’s face in the darkness. JT caressed Kyle's face, feeling how he trembled.

       “You scared of me?”

       Kyle nodded, knowing he couldn’t hide it.

       “You suck my cock and get fucked like a good girl, and ain’t nothing gonna happen to you.”

       Kyle knew he should have kept quiet about Jimmy, but he couldn’t. Jimmy had been JT’s boy until two days ago, when he’d been shipped to the hospital, with his right arm broken in three places and his jaw shattered from a bad beating. Kyle had seen them taking him. His face had been swollen like a water balloon, both eyes blackened and purple.

“What about Jimmy?” Kyle said quietly.

              “He wouldn’t be a good girl,” JT said softly. “But you ain’t like him. You’ll be a good bitch for me, won’t you?”

Kyle nodded, looking up into JT’s glittering eyes in the darkness.

“Good. Then I won’t have hurt you like that,” JT said, unzipping his jeans.

JT unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his hips. He stood with his legs spread, his thick cock jutting straight up, well past his navel.

“You gonna suck my cock like a good girl?” JT said, stroking his hard meat.

Kyle nodded, nearly mesmerized by the sight of JT’s fat cock.

“Get to it bitch.” JT pulled Kyle by the hair and forced the boy’s face into his crotch. “Show me how good those lips feel on a man’s dick.”

Kyle closed his eyes a moment to steady himself, then he started at the base of JT’s impossibly thick cock, licking around his low hanging balls. Kyle ran his slick tongue up and around JT's hairy balls, taking his time, letting his whole tongue slide along JT's nuts. Then Kyle slid his tongue down the length of JT’s cock, feeling how the hard flesh was veined, nearly all the way out to the thick head.

“I been thinking about your hot mouth all day,” JT said, pressing his crotch into Kyle’s face.

Kyle let his tongue linger on the head of JT’s cock, circling the thick head slowly, before sliding his hot tongue all the way back down to his heavy balls.

“Oh yeah bitch. Open your fucking mouth. Suck my cock,” JT said. He leaned on his powerful arms against the wall.

Kyle opened his mouth wide and JT slid into the pretty boy’s hot mouth, feeding him his thick ten inch cock, moaning softly. The sight of his dark chocolate cock sliding between the boy’s pretty pink lips drove JT crazy.

“You better suck my cock good, bitch,” JT said, pumping his hips slowly.

JT slid his cock deep down Kyle’s throat on every stroke, nearly gagging him, then he held himself inside Kyle's mouth, enjoying the way the boy’s gag reflex made his throat massage the head of his cock.

“I can’t wait to try that virgin ass,” JT said, fucking slowly in and out of Kyle’s mouth.

He took the boy’s pretty face in his hands, feeling the softness of his cheeks, watching how Kyle’s pink lips stretched tight against his dark, thick cock.

“You look so fucking hot baby, on your knees with my fat black cock stretching your pretty lips,” JT said.

JT tossed his head back and pumped his hips in a slightly circular motion, speeding up as his throbbing cock came close to exploding in Kyle’s mouth.

“Get ready to swallow my come, bitch,” JT said, driving his hips into Kyle’s face.

Kyle struggled to take JT’s cock deep down his throat, gagging, feeling how his own hard cock strained at his jeans. Choking on a man’s cock drove Kyle crazy. He ached to take JT’s load down his throat.

“Oh yeah bitch, you want it. You want my come real bad, don’t you?”

Kyle grabbed JT’s cock near the base. When JT didn’t slap him or make him stop, Kyle  started jacking him off, tightening his fist around JT's slick, throbbing cock rhythmically.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” JT said, pushing his cock into Kyle’s grabbing hand.

JT wrapped his fingers into Kyle’s hair and held him still while he fucked his face.

“Oh yeah bitch,” JT said, breathing hard. “You fucking suck bitch. Take it. Take my fucking load.”

JT slapped Kyle's hand away and pumped Kyle’s mouth harder, choking him on nearly every stroke, breathing hard, moaning deep in his throat. JT jammed his throbbing cock down Kyle's throat again and again, hard and fast, until finally he crammed his dick deep down Kyle’s throat, groaning in pleasure. His cock exploded and sent hot come shooting down Kyle's throat.

“Swallow it,” JT said, looking down at Kyle with hard eyes.

Kyle swallowed, working his throat, looking up at JT.

“Good, bitch,” JT said. “I make my girls swallow. Or I beat their ass.”

He wiped the corners of Kyle’s lips where come had leaked from his mouth and slid his fingers into the boy’s mouth, forcing Kyle to lick and suck until his fingers were clean.

“How you like sucking my dick, boy?” JT said, zipping his jeans.

Kyle shrugged, unable to make himself meet JT’s eyes boring down into him. Kyle's need to suck cock and be a bitch for a man like JT always embarrassed him.

“Don’t be acting like you didn’t like it, boy. I know a cock sucking bitch when I see one. Come here,” he said, pulling Kyle to his feet. He was more careful this time, so Kyle didn’t feel like his arm was ripping out of its socket.

“Turn around,” JT said.

Kyle faced the wall and JT pressed real close to him and reached around to cup Kyle's bulging crotch.

“Damn,” JT said. He massaged Kyle’s dick through his jeans. “Look how fucking hard you are, bitch.”

Kyle moaned softly. He was aching to come.

“Take your jeans off,” JT said.

Kyle slid his jeans down his slender hips, shaking loose of them almost immediately. Now he stood with just his shirt on and his jockey shorts with an embarrassing bulge in them. JT unbuttoned Kyle's shirt from behind, while he kissed his neck softly.

“I’m gonna give you a taste of what little bitches like you need,” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

He slipped the boy’s briefs down and slid the shirt from Kyle’s slim body, passing his hands gently over Kyle’s tight round ass.

“You got a pretty ass boy,” JT whispered into Kyle's ear. “Soon I’m gonna put you on all fours and fuck this tight little bitch hole.”

JT ran his rough hands slowly over Kyle’s smooth chest, paying special attention to the boy’s nipples, ignoring the way Kyle trembled in his arms.

“Start jacking off,” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

JT’s promise to fuck his ass terrified Kyle, but he was desperate to shoot his load after the way JT had fucked his mouth. Kyle grabbed his cock and started jacking off.

“Not so fast bitch, enjoy it, go slow.” JT put his big hand over Kyle’s to show him the slow rhythm he wanted him to use.

“I only make bitches out of men who want it up the ass,” JT said into Kyle’s ear. “But you don’t want it up your ass, right?”

JT lubed two fingers with Vaseline and held them up so Kyle could see.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you. Don’t do nothing stupid like trying to fight me,” JT said.

Slowly, JT pressed one lubed finger to Kyle’s ass. The boy tensed immediately.

“Relax bitch or I’ll make you get my cock hard again. You want me to ream this virgin ass?”

“Sorry JT,” Kyle said in a low, scared voice.

“Keep working your cock,” JT said.

Kyle tried to relax as he felt a long finger press slowly into him. JT kissed the side of Kyle’s neck softly, while he worked his finger into Kyle's ass gently.

The feel of something inside his tight ass was new to Kyle. It felt good. His hand sped up on his hard cock, but JT slapped Kyle's bare ass, hard.

“Slower,” JT said. “You better not come ‘til I let you, boy.”

Kyle slowed down, even though his cock throbbed crazily in his slick fist.

“You ain’t no bitch. You don’t like it up the ass, right?” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

JT felt Kyle’s tight hole open to him and he slid all the way in. Slowly he started easing another finger into Kyle’s tight ass while Kyle worked his cock in the slow rhythm JT had given him.

When both fingers were inside him, JT leaned close to Kyle and said, “I’m gonna fuck this hot little ass with my fingers. If you don’t come like a moaning bitch after I finger your ass, I’ll give you back. I won’t do nothing to you.”

Slowly JT worked his fingers in and out of Kyle’s ass, matching the slow rhythm of him jacking off. At first, Kyle held himself still against JT’s long fingers, tightening his ass. But his ass loosened up and JT worked deeper into his tight hole with every stroke, until finally his long fingers massaged Kyle’s prostrate.

“Oh fuck,” Kyle said, pressing back into JT’s fingers, moaning softly.

“Yeah boy, that’s it. Show me how much you hate taking it up the ass. Show me you ain’t no bitch.”

JT wrapped his muscled arm around Kyle’s waist and pulled the boy close, keeping his fingers inside Kyle's ass. Then he slapped Kyle’s hand away. JT grabbed the boy’s cock in his strong hand and started jacking him off in a slow rhythm that made Kyle writhe in his grip.

“You liking it up your ass, bitch?”

“It feels so fucking good,” Kyle said, moaning.

“Yeah, that’s right. Look how hard your cock with my fingers up your ass.”

JT slid his fingers slowly in and out of Kyle’s ass, matching the rhythm of his hand on the boy’s cock.

“Only a bitch likes it up the ass.  Ain’t that right boy?”

Kyle rocked his hips, caught between the double pleasure of JT’s fingers up his ass, and his strong hand on his cock.

“Yeah,” Kyle said, breathing hard.

“Say it,” JT said, sliding his fingers in and out of Kyle’s ass real slow. “Tell me.”

He kissed the side of Kyle’s neck, licking up and down his soft skin.

“Tell me how you’re gonna be my bitch and take it up the ass,” JT said.

Kyle moaned in helpless pleasure, but he said nothing.

“You want me to stop boy, and handcuff you and make you sleep like this?”

“No,” Kyle said. “Please. Don’t stop.”

“You know what you got to say boy,” JT said.

“I’m your bitch,” Kyle said, pushing his ass back to meet JT’s fingers. “I’ll be your girl JT. Let me come, please,” Kyle begged.

“Oh yeah. I’m gonna let you come just like a bitch, on your knees.”

JT pulled his fingers out of Kyle’s ass, and spun him around. Kyle looked up at him in confusion, his hard cock jutting up between his legs.

“Down,” JT said. “I’m gonna watch you jack off on your knees, while you tell me what a bitch you are.”

Kyle slipped to his knees, grabbed his throbbing cock and started jacking off again, moaning and panting softly.

“Look at me boy,” JT said, standing over him.

Kyle met his dark eyes.

“You’re my bitch now,” JT said, while Kyle jacked off for him on his knees. He slapped Kyle's face lightly. “You understand?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, sliding his fist up and down his hard cock.

JT grabbed Kyle’s chin so he could look down into the boy’s eyes. He loved seeing the need in Kyle's eyes.

“You’re gonna suck my cock and get fucked up the ass. How come?” JT said.

Kyle tried to turn away from him, but JT slapped his face again, harder.

“How come you’re gonna suck my cock and take it up the ass?” JT said.

Kyle was panting and moaning, looking up into JT’s hard, merciless eyes.

“ ‘Cause I’m a bitch,” Kyle said.

A moan of pleasure escaped him.

“Please JT,” Kyle begged. “Please.”

 “Yeah. Come on your knees like a bitch. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you’re my bitch, over and over, ‘til you shoot.”

“I’m your bitch,” Kyle said, jacking himself off wildly.

Nothing made JT hotter than forcing a man to make a bitch of himself for him.

“Louder,” JT said, giving Kyle’s face a rough shake. “Don’t piss me off.”

“I’m your bitch JT,” Kyle said, loud enough for it to echo in the small cell.

“Good,” JT said, holding Kyle’s face and looking straight down into his eyes.

“Keep saying it ‘til you come.”

Kyle slid his fist up and down his slick cock madly, panting and moaning, saying over and over that he was JT’s bitch.

“Yeah bitch, come on,” JT said, when he saw Kyle was close. “Shoot your come on your knees for me.”

Kyle tried to throw his head back, but JT held his face, looking down into Kyle’s eyes. A final groan of ecstasy escaped Kyle and he exploded all over his hand.

“Lick it off your hand,” JT said, standing back.

He watched Kyle lick the sticky mess from his hand, enjoying the way the boy’s face flushed with shame, thinking about what he’d done. When Kyle had licked the last of his come from his fingers, JT turned his back on him and got into his bunk.

“Go to sleep,” he told Kyle. “I’m busting your cherry tomorrow night.”

He heard the boy climb into the top bunk. JT fell asleep to the soft sound of Kyle crying in the dark.


ii.

Kyle sat next to JT at the table in the drafty stone room that was the prison cafeteria. Voices echoed all around them, bouncing off the high ceilings. Morning sun streamed through high windows, glinting off the dull steel of the tables bolted to the floor.

All the men at the table had the lean, cruel look of men who’d spent a long time in prison. Their hard bodies, bristling with muscle, spoke of a hunger for violence that gave them the look of predators on the prowl. They were all gladiators. If they weren’t in prison, they’d be rich from all the money they made for Purgatory.

“Hey JT, heard you enjoyed your new bitch last night,” Terence said.

Terence, a black man with thick arms ridged with muscle, sat across the table from JT. He looked at Kyle and ran his tongue across his lips.

“Yeah,” Tyrone said. He sat across from JT next to Terence. He looked like he spent his life pumping iron. Even his face looked angular with muscle. “I’m your bitch, JT. I’m your bitch,” Tyrone said in a high falsetto, pumping his hips on his chair.

Kyle dropped his eyes to his plate of oatmeal, his face turning a brilliant scarlet.

The whole table of black men laughed.

“Look at that bitch,” Calvin said. “He’s turning all red and shit. What’s wrong boy, you didn’t like JT’s fat cock pumping your faggot mouth?”

JT glanced over at Kyle beside him, taking in the boy’s red face and the way his light brown eyes were bright with unshed tears under his long lashes.

“Leave him alone,” JT said quietly.

“Come on man, tell us,” Terence said. “Did you fuck the bitch? He got a tight ass?”

“Nah, he didn’t fuck her,” Tyrone said. “Ain’t nobody heard no screaming.”

The whole table broke into laughter again. To Kyle they sounded like hyenas fighting over a fresh kill. He fought back tears. It would just make things worse if he cried.

“I said, leave him alone,” JT said in an even quieter voice.

Kyle looked up at JT, surprised at the anger in his low voice. He loved the way mood at the table changed. The other men suddenly looked scared. Kyle was glad.

“Hey man,” Tyrone said, “he’s just a bitch. What the fuck do you care?”

The table fell silent. All eyes turned to JT.

“You know what your problem is Tyrone?” JT said.

“What?” Tyrone said, loud and cocky. “Bitches can’t get enough of my dick?”

“No,” JT said, looking at Tyrone mildly. “You’re too stupid to know when to shut your fucking mouth.”

Tyrone opened his mouth to say something else, but Calvin said, “Leave it alone Ty. Shut up.”

 “Stay away from my bitch,” JT said, looking Tyrone in the eye. “I let it go last time ‘cause I owed you. Don’t start no shit with me.”

“Come on, JT, forget it, alright?” Terence said.

After that, Kyle ate his oatmeal in the new, uneasy silence at the table. In a little while, the men started talking about the coming games on television. Soon the ugly sound of a buzzer filled the stone room, and all the men filed out to their work details.

Kyle hurried out, nearly pushing past JT and the other men.

“Looks like your new bitch ain’t saying bye,” he heard Tyrone say.

Kyle pushed his way through the men, heading for his job at the library.

“Hey boy,” Kyle heard JT saying behind him.

But Kyle kept walking, as if he heard nothing. He’d be safe once he got to the library. He hoped.

            JT’s long strides caught up with him. He grabbed Kyle’s arm, just outside the men’s room. A uniformed guard stood by the door. No one was supposed to go in the bathroom before reporting for work detail. JT walked by the guard, dragging Kyle along as if the guard were invisible. The man in uniform watched, but said nothing. Kyle could have sworn he saw a look of fear pass briefly across his face when he met JT’s eyes.

            Inside the bathroom, JT pushed Kyle into one of the brick walls.

            “What the fuck’s wrong with you bitch? Walking out on me like that?”

Kyle knew what JT meant. In prison, it was a show of disrespect when you belonged to a man to get up and walk off, leaving him sitting at the table the way he’d done. But Kyle tried to play dumb.

            “I didn’t do anything,” Kyle said, looking up into JT’s black eyes. He tried to push past him. “I have to get to the library. I’ll get in trouble.”

            “Fuck that,” JT said, grabbing Kyle's arm hard. “You’re in trouble now bitch.”

            JT spun Kyle around to face him, and pushed the boy into the wall. He tried not to hurt the bitch, but Kyle hit the wall so hard, it knocked the breath out of him.

“What’s wrong with you? I told them to leave you alone, didn’t I? I could of made you get on your knees between my legs and stay like that. You think any guard in here’s gonna stop me?”

            Kyle tried to control his rising temper, but he couldn’t. All the anger, the frustration, the humiliation of the way JT’s friends had treated him came flying out with his words.

            “You did it on purpose,” Kyle yelled at JT. “You wanted them to hear me last night.”

            Kyle looked up into JT’s black eyes and saw a dark fury that filled him with cold terror. Too late, Kyle realized he’d made a bad mistake.

            “JT, please, I didn’t mean - ” Kyle tried to say, but JT slapped his face, hard.

            “You’re lucky I like you boy. You’re real lucky I don’t take you down to the machine shop and share your virgin ass with my friends,” JT said in a soft voice that chilled Kyle to the bone.

            There would be no arguing with that soft, implacable voice if JT decided to do that. Kyle did the only thing he could think of that might calm JT.

            “I’m sorry.” Kyle slipped to his knees, and ran his hands gently over JT’s crotch. “You’re right. I’m your bitch. I shouldn’t have done that.” Kyle kneaded JT’s crotch softly, feeling his thick cock stir to life.

“Why you bitches get all embarrassed and shit?” JT said, stroking Kyle’s cheek. Kyle was relieved to see that JT's mood had suddenly changed. “You live in my cell now, everyone knows you’re sucking my cock and getting it up the ass. I put you in the corner where nobody could see you, didn’t I?”

            Kyle nodded, trying to put on a look of gratitude he didn’t feel. “Yeah,” Kyle said, pressing his hands against JT's bulging jeans. “You’re right. Let me show you I’m sorry.”

            “That’s better bitch,” JT said, undoing his jeans.

            Kyle reached for JT’s hard cock like he was desperate to suck his dick. But inside he trembled. Kyle was sure that if he didn’t suck him off real good, JT would take him to the machine shop and share him with his friends.

            JT grabbed Kyle’s hair and slapped his face lightly when the boy didn’t open his mouth fast enough.

            His cheeks stinging from JT’s heavy hand, Kyle stretched his pink lips around JT’s dark chocolate cock. It wasn’t like last night. JT was impatient, driving his cock hard on every stroke, choking Kyle, looking down into his scared eyes.

            “Don’t make me mad boy,” JT said, thrusting his hips into Kyle’s face. “Or I’ll make it bad for you bitch. I’ll rent your ass out.”

            He fucked deep into Kyle’s mouth, choking him again and again until tears slipped down his soft cheeks. JT twined both his powerful hands into Kyle’s hair, holding him still while he pumped his hard cock in and out of his soft pink lips.

            “Tonight, I’m fucking that pretty virgin ass real hard,” JT said.

            Kyle looked up at JT, his light brown eyes full of fear.

            “That’s right boy, I’m busting your cherry tonight,” JT said, stroking in and out of Kyle’s hot mouth.

            He pumped his thick cock into Kyle’s mouth, changing his rhythm to short, hard strokes, rocking his hips, grunting low in his throat with pleasure. He watched his dark, veined cock sliding in and out of Kyle’s mouth, seeing how his hard cock stretched the boy’s lips tight against his throbbing flesh.

            “Oh yeah, boy” JT said, breathing hard. He let go Kyle and leaned on the wall, pumping his mouth hard. “You’re gonna be my ass bitch.”

            JT grabbed Kyle’s hair again, twining his strong fingers deep into the boy’s silky hair, and stroked into Kyle’s mouth in a desperate rhythm, panting and grunting, his mouth pulled back in a grimace.

“You’re gonna be my girl after tonight. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of your virgin hole,” JT said.

He fucked Kyle's mouth hard, holding him still and helpless in his iron grip, cramming his hard cock meat down Kyle's throat again and again.

            “Cock sucking bitch,” JT said, panting hard, “Oh fuck,” he said between clenched teeth. “Take it bitch. Take my fucking come.”

            JT threw his head back, arched his back and pulled Kyle’s face down on his cock, moaning so low it was almost a growl of pleasure. Suddenly his driving cock jetted hot come down Kyle’s throat.

            Kyle swallowed JT’s heavy load of thick come, then ran his tongue along his cock and balls, licking him clean.

            “Don’t beat me up,” Kyle pleaded, licking JT’s cock, looking up at him. Kyle slid his tongue around JT's balls, licking at the sticky mess of his drying come.

            Over and over Kyle saw Jimmy in his mind, both eyes blackened, one swollen nearly shut, his lips split, his arm in a splint.

            “I’ll do what you want,” Kyle said, licking JT’s balls softly, looking up into dark eyes.

            “That’s what you said last night, bitch,” JT said, zipping his jeans. “And by breakfast you was already pissing me off.”

            Kyle was horrified to hear the anger that had been in JT's voice before he sucked him off coming back.

            “I’m sorry,” Kyle said, in a trembling voice almost too low to be heard.

            Kyle looked down at the floor, sure that JT was about to make him into Jimmy’s twin. He remembered the scared look on the guard’s face outside the bathroom. Kyle knew that nobody would come help him, no matter how loud he screamed.

            Kyle flinched when JT grabbed his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, tried to be ready for the first fist that would come driving into his face.

            “Look at me boy,” JT said, bending over Kyle.

            Kyle’s eyes flew open. JT’s face loomed large over him.

            “The last thing you want in this world is to be on my bad side. Jimmy, he got on my bad side,” JT said in a soft voice that carried more menace than the loudest threat. “Next time you think about fucking with me, don’t do it.”

            He turned and walked out, leaving Kyle on his knees, more scared than he had ever been.

            When Kyle got to the library, he expected the guard to ask him where the fuck he’d been, why he was so late. But Victor, the CO on duty, only nodded to him, then went back to the paper he’d been reading.

            When Tyrone walked into the library two hours later, all the prisoners stared at him. Gladiators never used the library. His big body was outlined under a tight t-shirt that bulged with hard muscle. Kyle found the darkest corner between stacks in the big library and hid.

            “Hey boy,” Tyrone said, when he found Kyle’s hiding place. He’d sniffed him out like a predator. “How come you’re back here in the dark?”

            Kyle shrugged, looking up at Tyrone. He was trapped in the narrow aisle between stacks. Tyrone’s huge body blocked his way out. Kyle’s mind raced. He knew trouble was heading for him like a screaming freight train.

            Tyrone came closer to Kyle until he was only inches from the boy. “Did JT fuck your little bitch ass yet?”

            Kyle swallowed, and shook his head, no.

            “When he gets a new boy, he fucks ass the first night, to try him out. Except virgins. He likes to take his time with virgins. You been fucked up the ass before boy?”

            Tyrone was pressed close to Kyle in the darkness. His voice was low and intimate, like lovers having sweet talk.

            “No. I’m a virgin.” Kyle was too scared to look up into Tyrone’s greedy eyes.

            Tyrone ran his hand over Kyle's crotch, felt the growing hardness there.

            “You’re hard boy. How come? You need that little virgin hole fucked real hard?”

            Kyle had gotten hard sucking off JT, but he hadn’t jacked off. He’d been afraid JT would know somehow. Now, with Tyrone’s muscled body pressed so close to him, Kyle was hard again.

            “Please - ”

            But before Kyle could finish, Tyrone grabbed him and spun him around to face the wall. He undid Kyle’s jeans and pulled them down along with his cotton briefs. He pressed his big hand over Kyle’s mouth, muffling the boy’s cry of surprise.

            “I wanna see what JT's getting,” Tyrone whispered into Kyle’s ear. “I’m gonna see how tight this virgin ass is.”

            Tyrone stuck a finger in his mouth, then found Kyle’s hole. He shoved his finger in hard, then jabbed in and out of Kyle’s hole cruelly, making Kyle groan in pain.

            “You’re a fucking tight bitch,” Tyrone said, pulling his finger out.

            He rubbed his hard cock against the boy’s ass roughly.

            “You’re lucky you belong to JT. ‘Cause if you was my bitch I would of raped your virgin ass already and made you scream real loud.”

            Tyrone spun Kyle around to face him and pushed the boy to his knees. Without saying anything, he took out his hard cock and grabbed Kyle’s hair.

            “You better open your mouth for my cock, bitch. Or I’ll tell JT you came to me and begged me to let you suck my cock. You think he wants his bitches sucking cock when he ain’t around? Remember Jimmy?”

            Kyle, haunted by the horrifying memory of Jimmy’s battered face, opened his mouth.

           


iv.       

At lunch, Kyle sat at the table with JT and his friends, expecting the worst. But Tyrone ignored him, as if the library had never happened. The men at the table talked about the game last night and coming bad weather.

            This time, Kyle waited for JT to get up from the table, like he knew he should, then followed him out of the cafeteria. JT pulled him into the bathroom again, but his mood was different this time.

            “Hey baby,” JT said, once they were inside.

            He pressed Kyle up against a dark brick stone wall. His palms rested against the brick, beside Kyle’s head. His heavily muscled body pressed close against Kyle, making him feel like he was trapped in the shadow of a giant.

            “You sucked me off real good this morning.” JT rubbed his crotch against Kyle, looking down into his eyes, running his hard fingers along Kyle’s soft lips.

            Kyle didn’t know why, but the way JT fucked his face without caring if he wanted it or not, made Kyle hot for his cock. JT's hard, muscled body felt good pressed up against him. The scent of his sweat, made Kyle's cock surge. But Kyle couldn’t get Tyrone’s words out of his mind.

            “What’s wrong baby? How come you’re shaking like that?” JT said.

            Kyle tried to hide his fear by dropping his eyes, but he JT didn’t let him. He took Kyle’s chin in his hands and made him look up at him.

            “Somebody say something to you? Somebody scared you?” JT said, his voice low and cold.

             Kyle licked his lips, avoiding JT’s hard eyes. “No JT.”

            “Nobody said nothing to you?” JT said, grinding his hips softly into Kyle. The boy could feel JT’s thick cock rising already.

            “No.” Kyle looked down at the floor so he wouldn’t have to meet the raging hunger in JT’s dark eyes.

            JT shook Kyle’s face and looked down into Kyle's eyes. He saw a fear that ran deeper than getting his ass fucked. Something had spooked Kyle, and he was scared that JT would hurt him real bad.

            “I don’t like it when my bitches lie to me,” JT said quietly.

            Kyle gasped, a short whimpering sound, and JT knew he was right. Something had scared Kyle badly. Or someone.

            “Tell me what happened to you boy,” JT said.

            He was suddenly different. Instead of pressing close to Kyle, he stood back, his arms hanging at his sides, studying Kyle.

            “Don’t hurt me,” Kyle said in a low, unsteady voice. “He made me do it.”

            “Who made you do what? Talk to me boy.”

            Before Kyle could stop himself, the story of what happened with Tyrone came pouring out of his lips. He told JT everything.

            “After he came in my mouth, he said he’d be back whenever he wanted to,” Kyle said, looking up at JT. “He said if I told you, he’d say it was me who came to him. But I didn’t JT, I swear. It happened like I told you.”

            For long seconds that seemed like an eternity to Kyle, JT stood as still as a statue carved from ebony marble. Then, without warning, JT exploded in rage. He kicked the bathroom stall behind him hard enough to dent the solid metal. He heaved a metal garbage barrel at the polished metal mirror that hung over the sink, scarring the metal with an ugly scratch. He knocked over the other two garbage barrels and kicked them all over the bathroom, making a horrible racket that was terrifying.

            Kyle cowered in a corner, watching JT’s rampage, praying he wasn’t next to get kicked around the stone floor. When the garbage barrels were dented and twisted nearly beyond recognition, JT stood over Kyle breathing hard. Kyle ducked, covering his head with his hands, cringing in the corner. When JT reached down to pull him out of the corner, Kyle yelped like a frightened dog.

            “I’m telling the truth, JT,” Kyle managed to say through his chattering teeth.

            “I know you are boy.”

            JT’s soft voice surprised Kyle. He risked looking up into JT’s furious face.

            “Relax, bitch. I ain’t hurting you.”

            “You’re not?” Kyle said.

            “No,” JT said quietly. He pulled Kyle into his arms and looked down into the boy’s terrified eyes.

            “You know what happens now boy?”

            Kyle shook his head, looking up into JT’s cold eyes.

            “Now me and Tyrone are gonna duel over you. I’m fighting him for you. There’s gonna be a dark game tonight. No lights. No cameras. Just us gladiators. And I’m gonna carve my initials into Tyrone.”

            JT’s voice was soft and calm, as if he were talking about the weather. But his eyes were dark and stormy with rage.

            “Get back to the library. I got things to do.”

            JT walked out of the bathroom, kicking aside one of the garbage barrels he’d knocked over.

           

           

           

           


iii.

            That night, after dinner, Kyle sat on his bunk, looking out onto the empty tier. In the cell next to him, he heard the breathy sound of a man either fucking or getting his cock sucked. He lay down and tried not to think about what would happen if Tyrone won the fight tonight. Kyle would belong to the man who won the duel. Tyrone’s words came back to Kyle with perfect clarity, if you was my bitch I would of raped your virgin ass already and made you scream real loud.

            JT walked into their cell and picked up a black bag that Kyle hadn’t noticed.

            “Come on boy,” JT said, looking at Kyle. “Game time.”

            Kyle jumped down from his bunk, looking up at JT, puzzled.

            “We can’t leave the cell,” Kyle said. “It’s almost lights out.”

            JT took his hand. “You’re with me now. Come on. Let’s go.”

            Kyle followed JT past guards who acted like they were both invisible. One guard nodded to JT and asked him how he was doing. No one tried to stop them.

They left the tier, went down old stone steps that smelled of sweat and urine, past the first floor. Kyle counted two flights below the first floor before a big, black iron door blocked their way.

            “Where are we?” Kyle said, looking around in the darkness.

            “Old part of the prison,” JT said, slipping a key from his pocket.

            He slid the skeleton key into the ancient looking lock and the door opened with a soft creak that spoke of well oiled hinges. The corridor beyond lay in pitch black darkness.

            Kyle hung back, looking into the darkness. JT pulled a powerful flashlight from his black bag and took Kyle’s hand again. On the other side, JT locked the big door. Now they stood in near total darkness, except for the narrow beam of the flashlight. The only sound was their breathing and Kyle’s wildly beating heart.

            “Where are we going JT?”

            “You’ll see boy.”

            JT led Kyle through dark corridors, past closed doors, deeper into the musty scent of disuse, until finally, they heard the low murmur of voices up ahead.

            They turned a corner and Kyle saw a giant cell that stood in the middle of a stone floor. Hurricane lanterns hung from top of the cell on iron hooks, casting a shifting yellow glow all around. No one was inside the cell yet. Men crowded around the cell made way for JT and Kyle. Calvin and Terence waited near the cell door.

            A blond man who looked as big as one of the original Vikings, came up to JT and clapped him on the back hard enough to send another man sprawling.

            “You show him what’s what JT. He’s made trouble for all of us.”

            “He won’t make no more trouble after tonight, Sven,” JT said quietly.

            “Good,” the blond man said, and walked off, trailing a slender blonde man behind him.

            “You ready?” Calvin said, taking JT’s bag.

            “Yeah,” JT said. “Take care of my bitch. Keep him close.”

            “Don’t worry,” Calvin said.

            JT took the short handled knife Calvin handed him from the black bag, then he slid his t-shirt over his head. His body rippled with solid muscle in the flickering light.

            Calvin pulled Kyle back as JT opened the door to the giant cell and stepped inside.

            “Where’s Tyrone?” Kyle said.

            “He’ll be here,” Calvin said.

            Terence walked through the crowd of men and stood on the other side of Kyle.

            “You stay close to us boy, hear?” Calvin said.

            Kyle nodded, looking into the cell. Men clung to the outside of the bars, making a living wall around JT. He stood in the center of the cell, holding his knife. The crowd buzzed with excitement.

            “Where’s the guards?” Kyle said. “It isn’t like this on TV.”

            Terence and Calvin both laughed. “Those games are for show boy. This is the real thing.”

            Silence went through the crowd in a wave, and a path cleared to let Tyrone through. Two men came were with him. He took off his black t-shirt, staring across the crowd at Kyle. He took a curved knife from the man on his left, then slowly, so that every man there saw what he did, Tyrone blew Kyle a kiss.

            Kyle looked at JT standing in the middle of the cell. He’d seen what Tyrone did, but his face showed no sign of anger. The only sign that showed the fury Kyle knew JT must be feeling was a slight tension that made his sculpted muscles stand out even more in the flickering golden light.

            Tyrone walked into the cell, followed by the blonde Viking that Kyle had seen earlier.

            When all three men were in the cell, silence fell.

            “Tonight is a dark game,” the Viking said in a strong voice that echoed down the dark halls, “to settle a duel between gladiators. The man who frees himself with this key, wins.”

            The Viking held up a large, black skeleton key. He walked out of the large cell, locked the door with the key, and hung the key beside the lock where it would be easily reached by a man standing on the other side of the bars.

            JT and Tyrone circled each other in a low crouch. Both held their knives easily. They were nearly matched in size and strength. JT was only about an inch taller than Tyrone. But he was lithe with hard muscle and graceful on his feet. Tyrone didn’t move with the same grace and ease as JT. Fear made his movements jittery. His eyes flicked behind JT, distracted by noises from the crowd.

            JT’s eyes never left Tyrone. His face was impassive, smooth, as if he were spectator with nothing to win or lose. When JT struck, no one, including Tyrone, expected it.

            JT’s knife came in under Tyrone’s extended arm in a rapid swipe. Tyrone jumped back and twisted away, but not before JT’s knife left a light flesh wound.

            “Next time I catch your bitch alone, I’ll fuck him real hard,” Tyrone said in a low hiss that only JT heard.

            JT ignored Tyrone’s words, concentrating on finding weaknesses in Tyrone’s defense. Words were for amateurs. JT’s knife did all the talking in a fight.

            JT came in for another strike, letting Tyrone think he was going for his right flank, but at the last moment, JT twisted back and his knife cut through the tender flesh of Tyrone’s belly again. Another flesh wound that stung like hell, but did little harm.

            Tyrone was an amateur. He won in the games because he was matched with men who were stupider than he was. JT won because he knew how to get to a man’s weakness. Tyrone’s weakness was his bad temper. JT played to Tyrone’s weakness, inflicting light, harmless flesh wounds with his razor sharp knife.

Kyle stood between Calvin and Terence. He grabbed the bars with white knuckles, his face pressed between them, watching JT and Tyrone with unblinking attention. The way JT’s muscles flexed and moved in the shadowy light made Kyle remember how he’d felt last night and this morning on his knees between JT’s legs. Seeing the way JT moved, like a warrior in battle, and knowing that JT was fighting over him, gave Kyle a raging hard on that throbbed and ached in his jeans. Kyle wanted JT. He wanted to suck JT's cock and hear him groan in pleasure as he shot hot come down his throat and called him his bitch over and over.

 The two men circled each other in a slow dance. Tyrone struck out at JT, but JT easily dodged his clumsy swipes. JT weaved back and forth, and from side to side, raking his knife through the air, leaving flesh wounds that stung, but caused no damage. Soon, the constant badgering from JT’s knife and the jeering cries of the men in the audience drove Tyrone to do exactly what JT wanted.

            Tyrone lost his temper. He came charging at JT with a loud cry, his knife held high, his eyes wild with rage. JT let him come, then side stepped at the last second, tripping up Tyrone, letting his own weight carry him to the floor. JT was on him in an instant, his strong arm wrapped around Tyrone’s throat in a deadly embrace.

            Tyrone sputtered and cursed, thrashing wildly, but JT rode his bucking back like a sailor on a stormy sea. The men in the audience went wild, cheering JT on. But when JT showed no signs of letting go of Tyrone’s neck to let him breathe, a silent hush fell over the watching men.

            In the silence that fell, JT bent low and whispered into Tyrone’s ear, “I ever catch you near my bitch again, I’ll kill you.”

            He gave one last squeeze, pushing Tyrone into unconsciousness, then he let him go. Before he got up, JT used his knife to carve his initials just above Tyrone’s right shoulder blade. Tyrone would have to someone carve them out or burn the skin to erase it, unless Tyrone wanted to become someone’s bitch.

            JT wiped his knife on his pants, and went to the cell door, where the key hung waiting for him outside the bars.

            Behind JT Tyrone rose to his feet, like a man rising from a drugged sleep. His eyes focused blearily on JT, and he came after him, gaining speed with all the grace of a charging bull.

            JT whirled to face him, his knife up, ready to carve into Tyrone for real this time.

“You wanna die tonight?” JT said quietly.

Tyrone looked around at the shadowy square, seeking a friendly face. Finding none, he looked back at JT. Tyrone held up both hands in a gesture of surrender and dropped his knife at JT’s feet.

“I didn’t think so,” JT said, and deliberately turned his back on Tyrone. He’d already decided that if Tyrone came at him again, he’d kill him. No more talk.

Tyrone decided to live and JT reached through the bars and got the key that unlocked the cell. Calvin and Terence met him outside the door. They tried to hold Kyle back, but JT signaled to them to let him go. Kyle ran to JT, running his hands quickly over his sweaty body.

“Are you ok?” Kyle said.

“Yeah boy,” JT said. “Fucking punk didn’t lay a finger on me.”

Behind them Tyrone slammed through the open door and made his way through the crowd without a backward glance at JT.

“What about him?” Calvin said, looking at Tyrone’s retreating back. “You want us to do anything?”

JT shook his head. “No. Not unless he fucks with us.”

Calvin nodded, but he looked at JT with obvious displeasure in his hard eyes.

“Leave him alone,” JT said, meeting Calvin’s hard eyes. “Don’t make trouble where we don’t need it.”

Calvin held up both hands. “I won’t do nothing to his punk ass unless he crosses me.”

JT nodded and grabbed Kyle’s hand. “Come on boy.”

Men made way for JT and Kyle, making a narrow aisle in the crowd for them. JT led Kyle down twisting stone corridors, guiding them with the strong flashlight he’d taken from his black bag. The noise of the men had fallen behind them a long time ago.

“We’re not going back upstairs?” Kyle said, peering into the darkness that pressed all around him.

“No baby,” JT said, pulling Kyle along. “I’m taking you on a date.”

Kyle fell silent, and concentrated on following JT through the twisting darkness. A few times Kyle thought he heard far away screams. He asked JT about it, but he wouldn’t answer Kyle. When Kyle thought he could stand no more of following JT’s flashlight beam through coal black darkness, JT said, “Stay here.”

Kyle panicked when JT let go of his hand and walked on, until he realized that JT wasn’t going far. They’d stopped in front of a cell that was three times the size of the cells in the main prison.

            JT walked into the cell, taking a lighter from his pocket. Kyle watched while JT went around the cell, lighting fat midnight blue candles that were already there. He could tell from the way wax had melted down the sides of the candles that this room had been used before. It didn’t have the same smell of disuse as the rest of the abandoned prison.

            As JT lit candles, Kyle saw red brick walls emerge from the dark shadows. The candles revealed a stained stone floor, and a strangely new mattress on an old prison cot. A wooden table that had been new when this part of the prison was built, stood in one corner. Black handcuffs hung from the iron bars to Kyle’s left, just the right height to handcuff someone to the bars, standing up.

            JT lay on the wide cot on his side, one leg up, and patted the mattress next to him.

            “Come here baby,” JT said softly.

            Kyle knew he had no choice. There was nowhere to run. Even if he was willing to brave the pitch blackness beyond the candlelight, Kyle would never find his way out of the dark maze. Kyle walked into the cell, and sat stiffly on the mattress beside JT.

            “You want me to take off my clothes?” Kyle said, looking down at his hands.

            “No boy,” JT said, running his big, strong hands over Kyle’s slender body. “I’ll take them off.”

            Kyle swallowed back his fear. At least he knew JT wasn’t going to just handcuff him to the bars and rape him raw. He would have done that already. Wouldn’t he?
            Kyle heard JT take off his shirt. He turned to look at his sculpted body in the candlelight. His chest and belly rippled with dark muscle. Sweat clung to him from the gladiator fight. Seeing JT fight over him had made Kyle incredibly hot for him. But Kyle didn’t want JT to fuck his ass. Kyle wanted to slip to his knees between JT’s strong legs and pleasure his thick cock while JT told him what a bitch he was.

            “Come here baby,” JT said, pulling Kyle against him. When he felt how stiffly the boy rested against him, he said, “Relax boy. I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

            JT ran his hands slowly down Kyle’s body, sliding up under his t-shirt and caressing his hairless chest.

            “You’re soft,” JT said, sliding his calloused fingers across Kyle’s sensitive nipples. “I like my girls to be soft like you.”

            Kyle slowly relaxed as JT fondled his body, running his big hands down between Kyle’s legs, feeling how the boy’s cock bulged against his jeans. JT pressed his back up against the wall and opened his legs. He pulled Kyle close, so the boy’s head rested on his muscular chest and Kyle's ass pressed up against JT’s crotch.

            As JT ran his hands over Kyle’s body slowly, he whispered into his ear.

            “I ain’t had a virgin in a long time.”

            JT ran his hands up under Kyle’s thin cotton t-shirt again and found his pink nipples and twisted gently. He kissed the side of Kyle’s neck softly, his breath hot against his neck.

            “Don’t fight me,” he whispered, while he worked Kyle’s nipples. “I’ll make it good for you, bitch.”

            Kyle, who wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel JT’s thick cock stretching his lips, moaned softly, letting his head fall back against JT’s broad chest.

            “That’s it boy,” JT said, licking and kissing Kyle. “You’re mine. Give in to it.”

            When JT slipped Kyle’s t-shirt over his head, the boy was glad to be free of the thin cotton. Now he could feel the hardness of JT’s muscled chest pressing up against him, skin to skin. Kyle squirmed as JT ran his big hands over his body, down between his legs.

            “I’ll be good, JT,” Kyle whispered. “I won’t fight.”

            “Yeah boy,” JT said, rubbing his rough palms against Kyle’s nipples. “That’s right. Be a good bitch. ‘Cause you’re getting my cock up your virgin hole tonight. You can get it hard or easy, up to you. Understand?”

            “Yeah,” Kyle said, lifting his hips as JT’s strong hand kneaded his cock through his jeans.

            Kyle felt JT unzip his jeans, but he wasn’t afraid. He wanted to feel JT’s big hands on his cock. He was desperate for JT to jack him off. JT reached inside the boy’s jeans and rubbed his hand against the thin fabric of his briefs, teasing Kyle’s hard cock.

            “Fuck boy,” JT said. “This cock is so hard. You want me to fuck your ass that bad?”

            Kyle moved his hips, pressing into JT’s hand. “No. I wanna suck your dick,” Kyle said, moving rhythmically, wishing JT would close his fist around his throbbing cock. “And feel your come jetting down my throat.”

            “If you’re a good bitch,” JT said, reaching into Kyle’s briefs and taking his throbbing cock into his fist. “I’ll let you suck me and jack off.” He slid his fist up and down Kyle’s hard cock, slick with pre come. “I’ll let you come on your knees with my hard cock in your mouth. You want that boy?”

            “Yeah,” Kyle said, pumping his hips in and out of JT’s fist.

            “Take my cock up that virgin hole like a good bitch, and I’ll let you come like that.”

            JT slid his fingers into Kyle’s mouth, making the boy lick the sticky pre-come from his fat fingers. Then he slid his hand down Kyle’s body, between his legs, to his ass.

            “I bet this ass is aching for something good and hard,” JT said.

            Kyle tensed up the moment he felt JT’s big finger at the entrance to his ass.

            “Relax bitch,” JT said quietly. “Don’t piss me off.”        

            JT circled the outside of the trembling boy’s hole with his finger, kissing Kyle's neck softly, then he rested his finger against the virgin tightness and let Kyle’s writhing ass push onto his finger. JT slid his slick fist slowly up and down Kyle’s throbbing cock, while he fingered the boy’s hot hole.

            “Oh yeah boy,” he whispered into Kyle’s ear. “This fuck hole’s so ready for my dick.”

            Kyle’s grasping ass throbbed around JT’s finger as he slid slowly in and out of the boy. Still jacking off Kyle’s dick, JT slid another finger into his ass slowly.

“After tonight, you’ll be my girl,” JT said into Kyle’s ear. “Cause I’m gonna fuck this virgin hole real good and make you take it like a bitch.”

            JT moved his fingers in and out of Kyle’s writhing ass while he worked the boy’s cock. JT’s thick cock was pressed up against the boy’s wriggling ass, throbbing wildly. He ached to sink into his new bitch’s tight hole.

“This ass is hungry for something bigger, ain’t it?” JT said.

            JT stroked Kyle’s slowly, fingering Kyle's ass, feeling how the boy’s cock throbbed in his fist, and how his hot ass grabbed at JT's fingers inside him. When JT felt Kyle jerk against his moving fist and knew the boy was almost ready to shoot, JT let go of Kyle's cock, but kept fingering his ass.

            “I’m ready for you bitch,” JT said. “My cock’s so hard thinking about fucking your virgin ass,” JT said, sliding his fingers in and out of Kyle’s hungry ass.

            Kyle writhed on JT’s fingers, trying to get them deeper inside him. He needed to feel something hot and hard up his ass. He needed JT’s cock inside him.

            “Yeah,” Kyle said, moving against JT’s hard body. “Please, fuck me. I want your cock in my ass.”

            “Yeah boy,” JT said, slipping his fingers out of the boy and pushing him away. “I’m gonna fuck that tight virgin hole real good.”

            JT rose from the bed and slipped out of his jeans. Kyle sat on the bed, his back against the wall his legs spread, looking at the way JT’s hard swollen cock jutted up past his navel. Suddenly Kyle was scared again. JT’s cock was so thick.

            JT saw fear come over the boy’s face. “Get on all fours for me,” he said, standing next to the bed, running his hands over Kyle’s body.

            Kyle got on his hands and knees, closing his eyes. JT moved Kyle’s arms out from under him, so his head rested on the mattress, and his ass stuck up high.

            “Spread your legs,” JT said, caressing Kyle’s trembling ass.

            Kyle spread his legs wide, exposing his pink virgin hole to JT’s hungry eyes.

            “Real nice, bitch,” JT said, lubing his swollen cock.

            He grabbed Kyle’s hips, felt him tense up. “You best relax bitch, or my dick will tear you in two.”

JT rubbed his hard cock against the entrance to Kyle’s hot hole, pressing the head of his cock against Kyle’s ass, feeling the heat of his tightness.

            “Oh yeah bitch,” JT said, easing his cock head into Kyle. “Here I come for your virgin ass.”

            Kyle gasped in pain as the thick head of JT’s dick went into his ass. He bit his lip, trying to stay still, trying not to make JT mad at him.

            JT moaned softly, feeling the way Kyle’s sweet ass grabbed his cock head, pulsing around his hard fuck meat. When the head of his cock was all the way inside the boy, he held himself still, fighting to control himself. He’d won Kyle’s ass in front of all the prison gladiators. JT ached to plunge deep into Kyle’s hot tightness and claim his victory.

            “Oh fuck,” JT said, rocking his hips, pressing his ten inch cock into Kyle’s hole slowly. “I forgot how good virgin ass is.”

            Kyle gasped and groaned in pain as JT’s thick cock stretched his tight hole. JT was so big, it felt like his ass was splitting wide open to take his dick.

            “Please JT,” Kyle begged. “I can’t. It hurts so bad.”     

            “Shut the fuck up,” JT said, inching into Kyle. “You’re my girl now. Get used to my cock stretching your bitch hole.”

            Kyle pressed his face into the mattress, groaning in pain, his whole body tense and trembling.

            The way the boy’s virgin hole quivered around his throbbing cock, and the sound of Kyle’s muffled groans of pain made JT crazy. A primitive part of him took over, driving him wild with lust. His mind filled with the need to sink his cock deep into the boy’s virgin hole and feel Kyle’s pulsing ass grab his dick. With his cock only halfway inside the boy, JT grabbed Kyle’s hips in a harsh grip and pulled Kyle’s ass onto his cock, driving deep into him at the same time.

            Kyle cried out, and struggled, but JT was too strong for him. JT drove into the writhing boy’s ass again and again feeling how his sweet virgin hole pulsed around his cock. Kyle fought, bucking against JT, trying to escape the pain in his ass, but it was no use.

            “Fucking bitch,” JT said, slamming his cock into Kyle’s ass. “Take my cock.”

JT rode Kyle hard, grunting and moaning, like a stallion breeding a mare. The sound of Kyle’s moans of pain echoed in JT's ears, making his cock throb hungrily inside the boy’s hot ass.

“You ain’t no virgin no more.” JT pounded the boy’s quivering hole. “You’re my fucking ass bitch now.”

JT fucked Kyle hard, grunting like an animal, his balls slamming into the struggling boy’s ass over and over. Sweat slid down JT's muscled chest. JT gripped Kyle’s hips so hard, his sculpted arms strained in the candlelight. Kyle whimpered in pain, struggling weakly in JT’s hard grip.

“Fucking virgin hole’s so good and tight around my dick.” JT threw his head back like a warrior claiming the spoils of victory.

            The stone room was full of the sounds of fucking. JT’s low moans echoed off the brick walls. Kyle’s whimpering groans of pain were nearly lost under the harsh sound of JT hammering into his ass, making loud slapping noises as his swollen cock sank deep into Kyle again and again.

“Oh yeah bitch.” JT pumped Kyle's ass with a new urgency. “You’re my girl now.”

            JT fucked Kyle's ass hard, lost in the pleasure of the boy’s tight hole pulsing around his throbbing cock. JT's whole body strained. He clenched his teeth. He was so fucking close.

            “You’re gonna take my load, bitch.”

            JT's voice was low and guttural, his breathing harsh and ragged. He dug his strong fingers into Kyle's ass, holding him tight while he pumped hard into Kyle's quivering hole. JT groaned as he felt his heavy balls clench. He grabbed Kyle even tighter and jammed his thick cock hard into the boy’s ass, moaning low in his throat.

            “Take it bitch,” JT said in a strangled voice. “Take my load.”

            JT grunted and groaned as his cock twitched deep inside the boy’s hot hole, then he went rigid and jammed his hips convulsively into Kyle, as his cock exploded hot come deep in the boy’s ass.

            “Oh fuck,” JT said, pulling out of Kyle’s ass.

            JT collapsed on the bed beside the trembling boy, breathing hard.

            “Your virgin ass was a sweet fuck,” JT said.

            “I’m sorry,” Kyle was saying over and over. “Don’t beat me up JT. I’m sorry. I tried, but you hurt me so bad.”

            Kyle was curled into a ball facing JT, shaking all over, begging JT not to hurt him. When JT reached to pull Kyle close, the boy cried out and scrambled further into the corner, away from him.

            “Come here bitch,” JT said, grabbing Kyle’s arm, and pulled him closer.

When the terrified boy looked up at him in the candlelight, JT said, “I ain’t gonna do nothing to you. It was my fault. I shouldn’t of done you like that.”

            He pulled Kyle into his strong arms, and waited ‘til the boy’s breathing calmed down.

            “Don’t beat me up, JT,” Kyle said. It was as if JT’s words didn’t penetrate Kyle’s fear. “Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fight you.”

            “You ain’t done nothing boy,” JT said, running his hand over Kyle’s ass. “I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

            When JT felt Kyle relax against him, he said, “You were a good bitch. But that virgin ass just about drove me crazy.”

            Kyle said nothing, still trembling in his arms. JT moved Kyle’s hand to his cock, while he reached over and took Kyle’s dick in his fist.

            “Come on, boy,” JT said, moving his fist up and down Kyle’s cock, “get me hard again so I can give you what little bitches like you want – a big load in your mouth.”

            Kyle’s fist closed around JT’s semi-hard cock and started stroking him, bringing his fuck meat back to life, while JT stroked the boy’s rising cock.

            “You still wanna come with my hard cock in your mouth?” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

            The boy’s cock was already hard in his fist, and Kyle had forgotten his fear.

            “Yeah,” Kyle said, moaning softly while they stroked each other.

            “Yeah bitch?” JT said, stroking Kyle's cock. “After I reamed your ass, you still want a load down your throat?”

            “Yeah,” Kyle said again, feeling JT’s cock grow rock hard in his fist.

            “Tell me bitch,” JT said in a low voice, “tell me what you want.”

            “I wanna suck your cock,” Kyle said, lifting his hips up and down, sliding his cock in and out of JT’s fist. “I wanna come while I take your load.”

            “You hot little bitch,” JT said.

            He got up and stood next to the bed, his muscular legs spread wide, his hard cock jutting up.

            “Get over here boy,” JT said.

            Kyle hurried from the bed and knelt in front of JT. He took JT’s cock into his mouth and started stroking his own meat. But JT stepped back, pulling his cock out of Kyle's mouth. He slapped the boy’s face lightly.

            “I didn’t say you could jack off, bitch,” JT said, looking down at him.

            Kyle looked up at him, scared all over again.

            “First you’re gonna show me what a real good cock sucker you are,” JT said, stroking his own meat. “If I like how your bitch mouth feels on my cock, I’ll let you jack off and I’ll give you a load in your mouth. If you don’t do it how I like it, I’ll put you on all fours and come up your ass again.”

            JT liked seeing the fear in Kyle’s eyes as he slipped his thick cock back into the boy’s mouth.

            “Yeah boy, that’s it,” JT said, sliding in and out of Kyle’s mouth. “Show me what a bitch you are. Suck my cock after I reamed your virgin hole.”

            JT twisted his powerful fist into Kyle’s hair, holding his face still while he thrust slowly in and out of Kyle's mouth.

            “I’m gonna teach you how to be my girl,” JT said. “You’re gonna take my cock up your ass, down your throat. You’re gonna bend over when I snap my fingers bitch.”

            Kyle took JT’s cock deep down his throat, loving the feel of his thick meat filling his throat with each deep thrust. He moaned softly while he sucked JT’s hard dick, desperate to jack off his own throbbing cock. The way JT called him a bitch and fucked his face real hard made Kyle desperate to come.

            “That virgin ass was so good and tight,” JT said, pumping harder into Kyle’s mouth. “I’m gonna fuck that bitch hole every chance I get, boy.”

            Kyle looked up at him with scared eyes, while JT fucked his face, filling his mouth with his dark chocolate dick.

            “How come you look scared boy?” JT said, in a low, cruel voice. “You better get used to my fat cock up your bitch ass.”

            JT settled into a hard rhythm, fucking Kyle’s face in short, fast thrusts, holding his hair tight, forcing the boy to take his cock deep.

            “Stroke your cock, boy,” JT said, looking down at Kyle. “But you better not come ‘til I say so, bitch.”

            Kyle grabbed his cock in his fist and started jacking off. He moaned softly as JT fucked hard into his mouth, grinding his hips into Kyle’s face.

            “You’re my girl now,” JT said, riding Kyle's mouth. “You only come with my hard cock in your mouth or up your ass. I better not catch you jacking off again, bitch.”

            JT fucked Kyle's face harder, driving his cock deep down the boy’s throat, gagging him on nearly every stroke. He felt the boy’s body tense, knew the bitch was about to come.

            “You better not, bitch,” JT said, fucking Kyle's face. “You don’t come ‘til I say so. Get your hand off your cock.”

            Even though he was seconds away from getting the release he desperately needed, Kyle let go of his throbbing cock, too scared of JT to disobey him.

            “Yeah boy,” JT said, thrusting hard into Kyle’s mouth. “I’m gonna hump your pretty face and watch you come while I shoot my load down your throat.”

            JT ground his hips into Kyle's face, moaning deep in his throat, his head rolled back, his eyes closed. He fucked Kyle’s face using long strokes, pulling nearly all the way out of his mouth until only his cock head was between Kyle’s lips. Then he pumped back into his mouth, going deep, feeling Kyle’s throat clench around his cock.

            “You got a hot fucking mouth, bitch,” JT said. He pulled his hard dick out of Kyle’s mouth and pressed his cock against the boy’s yielding lips.

            “Show me how much you want my cock,” JT said. “Open your mouth real wide for me.”

            Kyle opened his mouth and JT slid his cock between his waiting lips, enjoying the sight of Kyle on his knees, his dick hard, hungry for JT’s load down his throat.

            “That’s it boy. Open your mouth for my cock after I fucked you hard,” JT said. He grabbed Kyle’s hair and fucked his face in a sweet rhythm that made his cock throb with aching need.

            “Oh yeah boy,” JT said, between clenched teeth, “I’m about to shoot. Jack off you little cock sucker.”

            JT pulled Kyle's face down on his cock, fucking his face hard while he watched the boy jack off, sliding his fist up and down his cock, slick with pre-come, moaning around JT’s dick. It drove JT wild to see his dark cock stretching the boy’s pink lips, and hear him moaning while he sucked him off.

            “Oh yeah, bitch, suck it,” JT said, pumping Kyle's mouth hard. “Take my cock.”

            Kyle sucked on JT’s throbbing meat while he jacked off, moaning around the big dick in his mouth.

            “Oh fuck,” JT said, hissing his breath between clenched teeth. “Here I come, bitch.”

JT’s whole body tensed and he grunted and moaned. His tight balls spasmed. JT felt Kyle tremble against him.

“Swallow my load, bitch.”

As JT’s cock jetted hot come down Kyle’s throat, the boy moaned one last time and his cock exploded as he swallowed JT’s come.

With his mouth full of the bitter, salty taste of JT’s hot come, Kyle looked up at him, his lips framed in white.

“You’re mine boy,” JT said, wiping his come from Kyle's lips. He stuck his fingers into the boy’s mouth, making him suck them clean, then he pulled Kyle's face into his crotch and made him lick his cock and balls clean.

Later, they lay together on the bed, Kyle curled up beside JT.

“I’m putting my name on your ass,” JT said quietly.

Kyle’s heart knocked hard in his chest at the thought of a tattoo.

“What will it say?” Kyle said.

“ ‘JT’s Bitch.’”

Kyle knew he had no choice, so he lay in silence for a long time, thinking.

“Can I ask you something?” Kyle said after a while.

“What?” JT was lying on his back, his fingers laced behind his head, looking up into the flickering darkness.

“Did I make you mad? Is that why you fucked me so hard?”

Kyle lay in the darkness, curled into a ball, facing JT, but not touching him. JT took so long answering that Kyle was afraid he’d said something wrong.

 “I don’t like you asking me questions like that,” JT said. His voice was low and hard in the dark shadows.

 “Sorry, JT,” Kyle said, keeping his voice soft and low.

“You’re my girl now.” JT turned on his side, and reached for Kyle.

Kyle cringed, pressed himself closer to the wall behind him. “Don’t hit me, JT. I’m sorry.”

JT ran his rough hand over Kyle’s smooth, round ass. “If I feel like fucking you hard, you’ll take it hard. Any questions?”

Kyle shook his head, and lay in silence beside JT. The hard coldness in JT's voice gave Kyle a strange comfort he’d never felt before. In a deep part of him, he liked getting on his knees for a man like JT. He liked the way JT called him a bitch and forced him to suck his cock, then lick his cock and balls clean. No man had ever forced him the way JT did. It satisfied a deep hunger in Kyle that no lover had ever touched.

And Kyle knew that sooner or later, he’d want JT’s cock inside him again. Even though his ravaged ass throbbed with dull pain, Kyle already felt empty without JT inside him. Kyle knew it was only a matter of time before he craved feeling JT’s thick cock stretching his tight hole again.

 Kyle drew closer to JT and timidly pressed his hand to JT’s chest, trailing his fingers over his hard muscle. When Kyle took the box of pink candy from JT yesterday, he’d known it would lead to this.

“JT?”

JT rested his hand on Kyle’s ass, looking down at the boy.

“What?”

Kyle looked up into JT hard eyes and said, “Thanks for the candy.”

A hint of a smile touched JT’s dark eyes. Kyle knew that there would be no escaping the fate that waited for him in JT’s gleaming eyes. Now Kyle was a prisoner to JT’s harsh, unyielding demands. But tonight Kyle had discovered that he didn’t want to be free. He needed to belong to a man like JT. Kyle pressed closer to JT. When JT wrapped his strong arm around him, Kyle knew that he had ventured into undiscovered, virgin territory.

 

 

 

 

 

CUM SHOOTING!

horny123 on Gay Stories

as the day went by James sat in his room watching porn on the internet and thought it would be a good idea to go through his mums underwear so he did...

James went on his msn and said to his Gay friend Andrew would he like to come on over for some fun.
Andrew arrived and James opened the door & let him in so they went up to James's bedroom ...

James went and laid down on the bed while Andrew slowly undressed himself James noticed Andrews trousers bullging and went over and said
"Well well well what do we have here a 8 and a half inch cock can i help you?"

He didnt wait for a answer he undid the buttons on Andrew's trousers and pulled that and his pants down...

slowly and surely he took Andrews cock into his own mou
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th and started to suck  10 mins later James knew andy was going to cum and said hold on to my head and as he sed andys cock erupted in his mouth 12 seconds of hot cum shot down his throat.

andy bent over the desk and james inserted his dick in andys tight ass hole and thrusted and thrusted he knew he was going to cum in a min and told andy to get on his knees andy said he wanted the cum all over his face and james obliged and as he was about cum
"ANDY IM CUMMIN!!!"
he shot all of his cum across andys face and most of it in his eyes and the collapsed on james's bed....
TO BE CONTINUED
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Straight student's glory hole

lukepreston on Gay Stories

I was at college as a mature student; mature being twenty seven. Actually it was only one day a week for a year and my employer was paying for the course. It got me out of the office and into a completely different environment. The college catered for students of all ages, most were late teens, early twenties, and of all races. This was in South London so there was a huge variety of nationalities attending there. My class was made up of other mature students, mostly married and boring but there was one guy who stood out from the rest.

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His name was Jakob, which I first thought was German but he turned out to be Polish. He had been born in London, moved back to Poland and then returned to London to work and study for his diploma, sponsored, like me, by his firm of builders. He was nineteen, a bit shy and straight. I learned this in the cafeteria during our second week. By the end of the first term I had learned very little else about him, except that he kept himself to himself, never stayed after class for a drink, and disappeared every lunchtime for about half an hour. I never knew where he went but, as I started to become more interested in him I decided that I would make it my duty to find out.

Our second term started in the spring and by this time some of the class had dropped out. There were only twelve of us but I was pleased to see that Jakob had returned. The first week back I tried to make conversation with him and made sure I moved from my usual desk to the one beside him so that I would have more opportunities to talk to him. From this new position I could also glance at him more often. But he remained quiet and secretive and we got no further than hello and good bye.

During one lecture, a particularly boring one about health and safety regulations, I noticed that he had something hidden in his folder. He had the folder standing up on the desk in front of him so that the lecturer could not see that he was thumbing through the magazine that was hidden inside. From my place next to him I could quite clearly see that it was a magazine full of hard-core pictures of guys and women getting down to some heavy sex. As he turned the pages he looked up, as if he was listening to the lecture, and then would pretend to write something down. He was actually just doodling, but he was giving the appearance of being an attentive student.

I rested my elbow on my desk, propped up my head in my hand and pretended that I was also making notes. What I was actually doing was giving myself an uninterrupted view of Jakob, and particularly the front of his trousers. He wore combat style army pants, tight around the crotch and top of the legs with baggy pockets on the sides. They hugged his slim waist nicely and helped to define the bulge at the front. The bulge was not huge, Jakob himself was only about five feet seven tall and a bit scrawny to be honest, but what he lacked in physique he made up for in looks. Smooth skin, short black hair and wide, deep eyes that grew larger as he continued to gawp at his porno mag as if he’d never seen one before. And the more he gawped the more the front of his trousers grew. He shifted his position, bringing one leg up and resting his ankle on his knee.

The lecturer was asking a question and, for a moment, I was distracted. I answered him and then wrote something down. When I looked back to the lad next door I caught him pulling his hand away from the front of his trousers, having just adjusted himself. I could clearly see the outline of his cock pressing firm against the light material of his combat trousers now. It was lying to one side, reaching almost to a pocket and beneath it his balls were making a nice, round bulge. I wanted to stop time, if it were only possible, get down on my knees and unzip those combats to take hold of the meat that was straining to be let out. But the lesson dragged on, after a while Jakob put his magazine away and paid attention. And after what seemed like an eternity, the lecture finished and we were let out for lunch.

I noticed that he kept his folder, complete with hidden magazine, under his arm as he left the room. The rest of the class turned right, towards the canteen, but Jakob turned left. This, I decided, was going to be the day I discovered where he went. I followed at a reasonable distance, my eyes fixed firmly on the small rounds of his arse. My own cock was still recovering from the unexpected turn on before, the front of my briefs was slightly damp and my own balls felt swollen. Once I found out where he went I was going to find a cubicle somewhere and jack off while the images of him were still fresh in my mind.

At the end of the corridor he turned left again and climbed the stairs. Other students were coming down in hoards, making their way to lunch before all the tables were taken, but Jakob ignored them. He knew where he was going and nothing was getting in his way. He climbed two floors to the library and went in. Maybe he was just an avid reader? Maybe he took his porn to the quiet recesses of the library to jack off under the table?

The library was all but deserted. Someone was at work behind the reception desk and someone else was studying over by the windows. I paused, pretended I’d forgotten what I had come in for, waited to see where Jakob went, and then followed him again. He disappeared behind the furthest row of shelves and, by the time I got there, had vanished completely. This was a new part of the college to me. I’d never been in the library before; if I needed books I bought them.

There was only one place he could have gone; through a door showing a sign for ‘Gents’. Of course! He came up here to the back of beyond to wank himself over his straight porn. Maybe he couldn’t do it at home with his parents around? Whatever the reason I was glad he chose somewhere out of the way. The toilets were silent inside. Three cubicles lined one wall and beside them was one long, steel trough. A couple of old sinks stood opposite and one, high up window, was shut and dirty. The door to the furthest cubicle was closed and the other two open so I guessed he must already have been inside. I slipped into the middle one and was relived to see that it locked.

But now what was I going to do? I heard the rustle of pages next door and knew that he was in there already flicking through his pictures. I looked at the cubicle walls and realised that this was the place to come when you wanted to cum. The graffiti bore testament to many a horny, frustrated student. Apart from the crude drawings of spurting cocks and hairy balls, apart from the mobile phone numbers and the dates to meet there was a huge variety of one-liners. ‘I want to suck your cock.’ ‘Just had a new lad in here, only 17, huge prick.’ ‘Fuck my arse in tights and panties.’ To mention a few.

I sat down and pressed my ear to the thin, plasterboard wall to hear better the sounds from next door. And that is when I noticed the glory hole. It had been gouged out, the edges smoothed off in an almost professional way and then covered with a piece of tissue. I blew on it, the tissue fell away and I could see the floor of the cubicle next door. Resting on the floor was a pair of feet in black boots. Scrunched up around them were a pair of green combat trousers and a pair of white boxer shorts. I leaned further forward and could see his legs, smooth, almost hairless and, resting on them, his magazine.

I don’t know if he had noticed me then, he must have heard me come it but he didn’t stop what he was doing. I could see that his right hand was holding the magazine but I could see no more. The cover was hiding his other hand and the youthful cock he must have been fisting in it. But this view was enough. My cock was hardening and needed to be let out. I stood, took a risk but didn’t care. I stood facing the wall so that if he looked through the hole he would see me, and I slowly unzipped my jeans. I made sure my belt buckle rattled as I undid it and then slowly slid my own trousers down to the floor. I stood up straight again and fondled my stiffening cock through my shorts, if he was watching me he would get a good show. I pulled the waistband down a little to reveal some of my hairy bush and cupped my balls through the material of the shorts. My six inches was tenting out at the front and when I pulled my shorts down further it slapped out to freedom, the head damp and sticky, the skin pulled right back. I stood there, wrapping my fist around my bollocks and just showing everything. Everything hard, hairy and ready for action.

And then I stood back a little and crouched down onto my haunches. Time to see what he was up to. My face came level with the hole just as he stood up. I saw his smooth skinned thighs, a neat bush of black hair set against a white, flat stomach and a slender, young piece of flesh hanging semi-hard over a hairless, wrinkled sack. So this is what a nineteen year old Polish cock looked like. I wanted to know how it tasted. He was showing it to me proudly and with no shyness now. And he took a step closer.

The pink tip came through the hole, circumcised and glistening and, after a moment’s manipulation his cute ball sack was through, framed by the wall, just lying there waiting for me. I lent forward, breathed in the scent of his groin and blew gently on the tip of his penis. It twitched, I licked the pre-cum with my tongue and it twitched again. Slowly I ran my tongue along the shaft until it played around his short hairs, then back along underneath until the rim of his tip rested on my bottom teeth. I closed my lips carefully around it, formed them into a circle and held him there while my tongue darted and jabbed at his cock head. Within seconds he was fully hard. I slid him in so very slowly, savouring the smoothness, the feel of his warm flesh against my lips, until my nose was into his bush and my head was against the wall. I sucked and then slid back, my tongue pressed firmly against the underside of the youthful meat. Again I rested his head on my teeth and sucked in the juice that was starting to escape.

I put one hand around his balls, cupped them and rolled them around in my palm as I went down again, still slowly, still teasing him. I heard a slight moan as I took his whole length to the back of my throat, and another when I released him and started licking his ball sack. I longed for the wall to disappear, so that I could wrap my arms around his slim waist and feel the firmness of his tight arse in my large hands. I wanted to turn him around, burry my face in his crack and show him what other pleasures men could endure with men. But I was also content to taste his young sack, feel his hardness against my face and breathe in the scent of lad sweat as I worked his bollocks with my tongue.

And then he was pulling away, his cock slipped back through the hole and I saw him crouch down. Immediately I stood up, fed my own meat through the hole and pressed myself up against the cold, hard wall. I felt a hand stroke along my shaft as if it didn’t know what to do with it. Fingers lightly played the full length, turned my cock head inquisitively and then ran through my manly bush of coarse hair. I felt his other hand take my ball sack and roll it, as I had done to him. And then I felt the first breath of warm air against my cock. Soft lips tentatively touched my throbbing end. A wet, soft tongue licked me there and then my shaft was surrounded by heat. I wished I could have held his head, felt his soft, dark hair in my grip as I pushed myself in. But with the wall between us he was now in control. He kept on at my balls as he went down, drawing me in further until I could feel the back of his throat resist against the meat that was trying to get in deeper. I heard him gag, felt him pull back, and then he tried again. As soon as I felt his lips dampen my hair I knew he had taken all of me. His squeezing on my balls quickened and his mouth closed tighter around me.

He pulled back quickly, I felt cold air on my cock head for a second and then it was hot again, plunged to the back of his throat in one deft movement. Again it was released, and again covered as he took me in, drew back, took me in and then drew back again. He was sliding his throat up and down my shaft in a faster rhythm now, feasting on it as if he’d never tasted a man before and this was his only chance. Eagerly he grabbed and pulled at my tightening balls as his mouth worked up and down my shaft. I knew I would not be able to endure this for long. My cock had fattened, somewhere inside I felt the first stirrings and my cock head started to tingle. I wanted to warn him but there was no way. I tried to pull back, I wanted to taste him again, I wanted this to last for a long time, but he had me held fast with his keen, young mouth.

He was beating down on me, using his mouth to wank me off. His mouth felt like a strong, powerful hand pumping my meat as he swallowed me, sucked, slid me out and dived on me again. I clawed at the wall, pushed myself back so that my cock was thrust as deep into him as it could go. I could see the rough graffiti, read the vulgar words, ‘I want to cum in a cute student’s mouth.’ ‘Straight student wants to taste man cock.’  

You’re gunna taste it now. My balls were filled, my cock gorged and scraping against his teeth as he gagged on me. But still he took me in. I pushed as far into him as I could go, and my legs tensed. I grabbed my solid arse cheeks with both hands, and pressed myself as close to the wall as I could. And erupted. My hips jolted in spasm, my cock burned inside his throat and grew hotter as I felt my cum shoot into him and slash back around my shaft. As soon as it started he dived down on me, buried his face into me and held my cock as far in his mouth as he could get it. I shot again, his tongue stroked against my pumping shaft and his fingernails dug into my bollocks. I felt him swallow, the friction of his tight throat on my cock head sent another wave through me and I spurted more juice into his straight gullet. He kept me in his mouth as I gasped and twitched to stillness, licking my cock and draining it of its last drop of cum, drinking me in, drinking me down and dry. Until I could tolerate it no more and I pulled back.

He let me go and I slipped my glistening, wet cock back through the hole. I squatted down again, ready to reciprocate, keen to give him the same treatment. He stood up. I licked my lips to get them moist and waited to receive his young tool. But he just stood there, his cock hanging semi-lip, a dribble of cum hanging from its head. It was a gorgeous, smooth piece of meat that I had tasted only briefly and now may never taste again. It was too late. He had cum while blowing me. He was showing me the effect my cock had had on him.

I put a finger through, beckoned him closer and, when he did put his flaccid cock up against the hole I just took it in my mouth and held it there for a while. And then I let him go. Heard him do up his combat trousers and leave the cubicle. I dried myself off and did the same.

When I stepped back into the enforced silence of the library I saw him walking away. He stopped at the door, turned around and looked at me. I sat at a table, pretending to glance over a newspaper. After a few seconds he came back and stood in front of me. He lent down.

‘Will you tell anyone?’ he said nervously.

I shook my head. ‘Of course I won’t,’ I reassured him.

‘Thanks. See you next week in class then.’

He stood up and turned. Where his hand had rested on the table was now a piece of paper. I unfolded it.

‘Straight student wants to taste man cock.’ It read. And underneath this a mobile phone number and another line: ‘In case you can’t wait until next week.’

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First Day of Spring

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It was the first day of spring after a brutally cold and dark winter. Guys and girls were wearing less today than they had for the last four months which was fine by me. Only a tee shirt and jeans sufficed on this bright and sunny day.



Even though I wanted to just hang out in the sun, I had to go grocery shopping and to this day I am glad I did.



While mulling around the aisles I noticed

The Rose Hotel - Chapter 1

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The Rose Hotel – Chapter 1

 

Sitting in the library reading the ‘Situations Vacant’ pages Jason was a bit worried. He had successfully completed his university entrance exams but needed some summer vacation work to help pay for the year ahead. At 19 he was capable and willing to try anything. The problem was that the temporary jobs were all offering minimum wages which was not enough to build up a surplus to cover the next twelve months. All of a sudden his eyes focused on a job that sounded more i

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“The Rose Hotel requires a young man to join the team servicing our exclusive clientele. Must be flexible and accommodating to clients’ needs. Working hours will be long but satisfying. No prior experience required,  this will be provided on-the-job. Excellent salary, clothing provided and large tips can be anticipated. Apply to The Manager etc…etc…”

 

Jason quickly wrote down the number and hurried to telephone the hotel. A man answered and they had a brief conversation about his age and his reasons for wanting the position.

 

“We’d better see you down here Jason” the manager said. “Pack something light and catch a train to Worthington-on-Sea. Let us know the time and a car will meet you”.

 

Jason hurried to comply and the next afternoon was alighting on the platform at the discreet seaside town. A uniformed chauffeur approached him and took his bags to a waiting Rolls. “We normally have this car for the guests” he said “They are the type of people who like to be picked up and taken to the hotel as quickly as possible. Don’t like hanging around. Our visitors are very particular. Then I’m sure you’ll find out about that if you work here.”

 

Jason looked out as the countryside slipped by. The hotel was obviously some way out of town. The Rolls glided up a quiet country lane and turned into a tree-lined drive. The only entrance sign for the hotel was a pair of intertwined roses painted on the stone pillars by the road. The car’s tyres crunched down the tree-lined gravel drive and pulled up in front of an old manor-house.

 

“Up the steps and ask for The Manager at Reception” he was instructed.

 

Jason was shown into a well-appointed office and a moment or two later a man came in:

 

“Welcome Jason, I am André, the manager of The Rose Hotel. I hope that your journey was comfortable.”

 

After a few brief introductions André began asking questions of Jason – his age, how he felt about serving clients, whether he had worked in hotels before and so on. After about half an hour of discussion he told Jason that he seemed perfect for the position that they had in mind.

 

“We need also to talk about what your salary and conditions will be. The success of our hotel is based on two important principles. Firstly we must do whatever our clients want – we are here to service their needs. Secondly because of the particular nature and requirements of our clientele we must be totally and utterly confidential and discreet. We require anyone working here to never discuss the hotel outside of these four walls. In return we pay our staff exceptionally well – in your case you will receive four times the minimum wage. Our clients are also most generous with gratuities if they like the service offered – so you can expect to nearly double your earnings.”

 

This sounded amazing to Jason – a summer at The Rose Hotel would almost pay for his full university course! Not many 18 year-olds would be in that position.

 

“I hope that this arrangement would be satisfactory for you Jason”.

 

“Oh, yes definitely yes it would be.”

 

“And how keen are you to earn this amount of money?”

 

“Very keen indeed sir – just tell me what to do. I never thought that I could be so lucky!”

 

“Well if you are sure of that, and want to earn that level of money for the summer, then perhaps I can tell you something more about the hotel services and our clients?  You will notice something special about the hotel Jason. All our staff are male. This is because at The Rose we cater only for male guests. Our guests are often very prominent people. They come here sometimes on their own and sometimes with their male friends to relax and enjoy themselves. Our staff play an important part in this enjoyment, not only through the way we operate the hotel but also by catering for our clients’ personal needs.” Jason moved a bit uncomfortably in his chair. “That is why, Jason, you can expect to earn so much money here. Our clients pay well for what they want. Of course you may decide that you would prefer other types of work elsewhere which pay less…”

 

Jason’s mind was racing. He really wanted to earn as much as he could. The Rose Hotel offered him the chance in one summer to pay for his whole university course. But to do this he would have to be at the beck and call of gay clients and to do what André had described as ‘cater for their needs’. This he realised meant performing gay sex in various ways with them. But the lure of the money kept coming back to him.

 

“I’m very nervous about what you have described, sir” he replied “I have no experience of this type of activity. On the other hand working here would see me through university so I don’t want to say no.”

 

“Well” said André “I should dearly like to employ you. Our guests, I am sure, would find you irresistible. In situations like yours Jason we always make sure that you are well prepared before you deal with clients. There are a number of us on staff here who would delight in initiating you into our ways. If you are willing we can begin today. I just need to get you to sign these forms which indicate your consent to working here and then we can get down to business.”

 

Urged on by thoughts of a secure future and encouraged by André’s words Jason took the forms and signed them. Whatever reservations he had were outweighed by the financial prospects.

 

Once he had been shown to his room and he had unpacked his few belongings Jason was asked to make his way down to the staff fitness centre. Here he was introduced to a number of the hotel staff who were doing work-outs on various machines. André said to him that the first thing to do was to measure him for his working clothes.

 

“Step out of your clothes, Jason” he was asked “Don’t be shy we all get to know each other very well round here”

 

Reluctantly he did as he was told, stopping with his briefs on. He was quickly told that they were to come off too. When he stood there naked in front of all the others he felt very vulnerable. He heard a few intakes of breath from around the room and one or two comments about his physique – which seemed to be a topic of genuine admiration. A man he learned was named William ran the tape measure across him calling out sizes to someone else.

 

“Not bad, not bad at all” said William “I am sure the clients will really like you – particularly when we have got you prepared properly.”

 

It was now explained that one requirement was for all staff to have their body hair completely removed. Jason squirmed at the thought. “How do I do that?” he asked.

 

“Come with us into the next room and we will arrange it for you” said William. Hands gently took hold of Jason’s arms and led him through to a plain room with a long narrow table in the middle. “Don’t worry we are not going to do anything extreme! We have our own special formula of depilation cream which we all use. Just lie right down and relax”

 

For the first time in his life Jason was experiencing men’s hands working on him. He could feel them starting at his neck and the cream being worked in down his body. His nipples attracted detailed attention being squeezed and teased by curious fingers. Then his flat stomach was being rubbed. He started to feel more than a little panicky as the hands progressed lower and lower. One of the other guys seeing his nervousness gave his hand a squeeze and lent over and kissed him. Jason was startled but found the sensation of having his body rubbed and being kissed stimulating. He could feel the blood expanding his penis. “Oh, yes” said a voice somewhere near by.

 

Then the massaging hand was rubbing the cream into his pubic hair and round the shaft of his erection. The man kissing him moved his tongue along Jason’s lips and he found himself opening his mouth to kiss back. The hand below was rubbing the cream sensitively into his penis and around his scrotum. He gasped. Then it moved away down his thighs.

 

When his front had been prepared he was asked to roll over so that his back could be checked. The main concentration of effort was on his buttocks to remove the light hairs there. Then the fingers prised apart his cheeks and searched through his cleft checking for signs of hair there. Another dose of cream was applied and rubbed into this sensitive area. “What a cute little rosebud you’ve got there Jason” said André, who had been attentively following the whole process.

 

“OK, get up and come to the shower area so we can wash the cream off you” said William. Jason obediently followed and was helped by numerous hands to wash himself down. As he did this any hairs on his body fell away leaving it completely nude and glistening. “Now you’re starting to look like a member of the staff” he was told.

 

That evening Jason ate sparingly in the staff dining room. Everyone was very friendly but he was still very nervous about what he had agreed to do. The talk around the table was of how generous many of the clients were. This made him feel a little more confident in his decision but he was still fundamentally nervous about what was expected of him. His clothes felt quite strange though. He was not at all used to have a hairless body and he could feel the cloth rubbing against him.

 

As he was finishing André called him over and said “Tonight I would like you to come to my apartment on the third floor. There are some things I need to discuss with you about life here. We can talk and see how we get on together.” A few of the others laughed at this and told him that they looked forward to finding out about his experiences the next morning.

 

Later that evening Jason nervously knocked on André’s door. It opened quickly and he went in. The living room was luxurious with beautiful drapes, large sofa and in pride of place an enormous four poster bed befitting the antiquity of the hotel. A fire blazed in the hearth. André himself was in a silk dressing gown and standing at a table mixed a Bellini for Jason. “If you haven’t had one before Jason, you will love it – it is a mix of peach brandy and champagne”

 

Jason took the glass, André chinked his glass on Jason’s and the young man began to sip carefully. The potent mixture soon began to make him feel more at ease.

 

The hotel manager gestured his guest to sit down on the sofa next to him facing the fire.

 

“Jason since I met you today I have been thinking so much what a lovely young man you are and how well you may fit in here. I am sure that our guests will adore you. But I want to check with you how willing you are to become involved in the kind of lifestyle we cater for here?”

 

“How do you mean?” Jason asked warily.

 

“Well you know that we run a men only establishment, Jason. We are very proud of our gay focus and do everything to meet our guests’ requests and needs. To be frank this includes their sexual needs. If you work here I am absolutely sure that many of them would want you to be a participant with them, you are such a lovely and beguiling youth. As I said to you at our talk this morning, there are very significant benefits that you can earn. Not only your salary but from the generosity of the guests you may have a relationship with and the introductions that they can make for you in the outside world – so many of them are persons of great influence in business, arts and politics. My impression was that you have no experience of this kind of thing and I wanted to see how you feel about it. Be honest with me, would you prefer to not go ahead or are you happy to be part of our team, knowing what I have just said?”

 

“If I’m honest” Jason replied “ I have very mixed feelings. I am very nervous about it all. I have no experience of this lifestyle but on the other hand the idea of funding my career is so attractive. It’s all a bit confusing for me”

 

“It is always hard to anticipate every possibility Jason, but being absolutely blunt, it means letting men make love to you and maybe doing the same for them. Our guests would see you as a major part of the service available to them. I have to tell you that they are not shy about asking. And this means sex – I can’t be more direct than that.  Does this horrify you?”

 

“It’s what frightens me André. I have never done anything like this and it’s a scary prospect. You and the staff seem very nice and the opportunities sound so good. What do you think I should do?”

 

“If you are willing to do it I should feel very happy to have you around here to develop and guide you in our ways. I think you are so lovely and someone who will fit in so well with us. But I don’t want to push you into something. I would love to hear you say you will try it but it really is up to you to balance your feelings about what will be required of you and of your chances of paying for your education this way.”

 

Shakily Jason said ‘Oh God, its so hard to say no to the chance.  I’ll try my best but I just don’t know what will happen. Please be tolerant with me. I have never done this sort of thing. I have no idea how I will react to a man trying to have sex with me.”

 

André put his arms around him and gave him a little hug.

 

“Jason it’s wonderful to hear you saying you’ll give work here a try.  Maybe I can help you learn. We know each other a bit. From experience I think it may be better for you to let me introduce you to our ways than to leave it to a complete stranger. In any case if I am absolutely honest with you I would be very jealous if you were to give yourself to someone else first”

 

Jason just nodded his head, too nervous to say anything.

 

“Let me mix another drink for us to celebrate. Meanwhile the fire is hot and you look overdressed my dear” André said. “Whilst I get us the drinks go into my dressing room through there, slip out of your clothes and put on a dressing gown like mine – you’ll find plenty in there. You will feel much more relaxed and we can enjoy the evening together.”

 

When he emerged André commented how much sexier he looked, handed him a drink and ‘chinked’ glasses again “To a long and satisfying relationship” he said.

 

He patted the couch and invited Jason to sit next to him again and using a remote control dimmed the lights in the room until only the firelight cast a warm flickering, glow on the walls and ceiling.

 

“From tomorrow I shall have to share you with our guests” he said “But tonight I want you here with me”. He pressed another button on the remote control and soft music filled the room. Telling Jason not to be nervous he moved close to him. “You looked so lovely this afternoon” he said. “When I saw you naked after you had showered you looked like a young Greek God with the water dripping off you. I was hoping then that you felt that you had made the right decision. Now I am really so pleased”

 

His hand slipped around the back of Jason’s neck and pulled the young boy towards him.

 

“Jason, if you will let me, I want to introduce you to gay lovemaking tonight”

 

He started to kiss the boy passionately on the mouth and on the neck. Tears welled up in Jason’s eyes as he tried to adjust to what lay ahead.

 

“It’s alright” said André “I realise that this is all new to you, that you are a virgin to my kind of sex, but let me be your teacher. I promise to be a very caring one”

 

Saying this he once again kissed the emotionally charged youth and encouraged him to part his lips so that their tongues could meet in passion. After a few minutes of deep kissing Jason felt the André’s hand tugging gently on the cord of the dressing gown, undoing it and opening the garment. A hand searched across his chest and found one of his nipples which it started to brush and squeeze. Despite his reservations Jason could not help sighing at the sensation this teasing evoked. The other hand started to rove and wander more across his smooth body.  Before he could ask André to take it away a voice whispered in his ear

 

“Jason, I want to take you to bed with me, I want to make passionate love to you, take your virginity, to deflower you, and begin to initiate you in the pleasures that men can bring to each other. Will you do that with me? Unite our bodies and let me be the first man to come into you so that you and I have that sense of oneness?”

 

Tears welled up again in Jason’s eyes “Please, whatever do you think of me, I have never done this type of thing and I am very scared about it”

 

“Don’t be frightened – we will be slow and gentle with each other. I think you are a most beautiful, adorable Adonis whom I truly want to make passionate love to”

 

André’s reached for Jason’s hand and pulled it inside his own dressing gown and down onto his erect penis.

 

 “Take it and feel it. See how much it wants you too.  Imagine the pleasure you can give to me and I can give to you. Let me show you how much it wants to be in you”

 

Jason could feel the warmth in his hand and the stiffness of the erection. He felt himself being encouraged to stand up, was being kissed again and then led towards the four-poster bed. The dressing gown was drawn away from around his shoulders and slid to the floor. André stared at the shapely youthful body, the still unconsummated rear and the shapely hips and legs. He pulled back the sheets and slipping off his own gown held out both arms, took Jason by the hands hugged him tightly and then guided him onto the bed. Now Jason was lying down with André naked beside him.

 

“You are so beautiful to have beside me in bed. I want to explore you and fill you with my being, spiritual and physical – I need you so much – I want you to surrender yourself wholly to me. There are things I will do that will be unfamiliar to you and may make you feel a bit shy. But try and let me do them. They will seem a bit strange to you at first but I can assure you that they will make things more pleasant and easier for you. Now just relax your mind, let the tension drift out of you as we hold each other close”

 

For a number of minutes they kissed and caressed each other as André’s arms wrapped themselves around the smooth skin of the nervous young man. As his tongue sought out the inside of the youthful mouth André also pressed his body tightly against Jason, letting his chest rub against his companion’s hairless torso. Below his waist Jason could feel André’s erect penis rubbing on his naked groin. Despite himself he felt his own member stiffening in response.

 

Waiting for the right moment to progress further André ran his hand up and down Jason’s spine, holding him close and moving slowly towards touching his buttocks.  As his fingers reached the base of the spine he felt Jason shift and wriggle a bit but continued to hold him in a passionate embrace and intensified the actions of his tongue inside the mouth he was kissing with intensity. With deliberate slowness he let his hand wander across the still virgin buttocks. Lightly he traced up and down the dividing crack. His mind visualised parting the white cheeks, of mounting behind the young man and the tightness and tension of entering Jason’s virgin love tunnel for the first time.

 

Now the fingers on Andre’s hands started their own exploration, penetrating deeper into the hitherto unvisited territory between the boy’s buttocks. Skilfully André probed in the tight cavern until he reached the little rosebud of Jason’s sex. The young man’s body jerked involuntarily at the intimacy of the touch.

 

“Oh, God, you are beautiful” moaned André as his hands flickered on the sensitive pucker. “Jason, enjoy and remember these moments. You should remember in future how you went from a virgin to a sexually consummated male. Just let me make a few more preparations for your comfort.” 

 

Saying this, André began re-arranging the bed, placing two extra large pillows in the middle of the mattress.

 

“Jason I want you to lie face down with your stomach resting on the pillows” he said “make yourself comfortable on them and spread your thighs out a little. Let me do the rest for the moment. Now relax”.

 

The young man complied. He eased himself over the down filled supports and obediently spread his legs open. André slipped down the bed behind him. All of a sudden he felt his buttocks being parted once more and heard André’s voice saying

 

“God, you are beautiful, so beautiful”.

 

As he lay there Jason became aware that a face was pressing between his buttock cheeks. A tongue started to lap up and down the cleft. All of a sudden he could feel it applying itself in circular motions to his sphincter. He jolted a little at the unexpected feeling of his most private area being explored by a tongue.

 

“Jason, your gorgeous. Your sex is so pretty, like a flower bud – you have a wonderful sensuous little mound. My tongue can feel the little opening into your body. I can just imagine it opening up for the first time to swallow my penis as I make love to you – as I deflower you. It really will be like petals opening. Its so wonderful to think of teaching you how to use your perfect, tight little entrance to give and receive sexual pleasure There are so many men who will be staying here who will want to take you to bed with them but here am I the first to have you in my arms and to make love to you.”

 

As Jason blushed at the intimate language, one of André’s hands rubbed on his thigh to calm and comfort him. He could hear the manager making little slurping sounds as his tongue returned to flicking its tip across the tender area between his opened buttocks. As he continued André seemed to be trying to part the cheeks in front of him even further wanting to purse his lips on the raised mound. Suddenly he seemed to be sucking the rosebud out and up between his lips, savouring its shape and taste. He just managed to nibble on it lightly with his teeth bringing more wriggling from the prostrate figure on the pillow.

 

As his buttocks shook slightly Jason emitted a long “Ohhhhhhhhh” sound, his inexperienced body responding to the sucking and gentle chewing sensations as André reamed him.

 

The targeted area got moister and moister and the quicksilver movements seemed to be pressing harder against the entrance muscle. He groaned and moaned as André worked away on him. The manager seemed to be in his element and continued his sucking for a long, long time. On occasions Jason found his raised buttocks responding involuntarily to the exploration. Little tremors ran through his body.

 

André’s hand now began to play on the flesh between buttocks and genitals. He gently stroked and scratched the youth’s testicles making Jason once more shudder and moan:

 

“Jason, your balls look like two perfect little eggs in their sac” whispered André as he moved his mouth down onto them. Jason felt the lips touching him there and then the warmth as his scrotum was swallowed whole into André’s eager mouth. Teeth closed gently onto the flesh that joined the ball sac to the penis. The tongue in the mouth lapped around the captive testes, dividing them one moment, bringing them together the next. One moment the flesh of his scrotum was sucked tight, the next it would slacken a little.

 

As he was doing this André used his hand to seek out the penis lying against the bed and began slowly to masturbate Jason. André could sense the tension and expectations rising in the body he was now so purposefully enjoying. His free hand returned to the sphincter mound and started again to squeeze it, to press it between his fingers, to draw it up and to mimic the movements of the hand masturbating Jason, making little up and down rubbing motions on it. Jason’s breathing was becoming more irregular and André suddenly heard strangled sobs begin again from the head of the bed. He eased away gently from what he was doing and sidled alongside the teenager’s body and head. Caressing his head he said to Jason:

 

“What is the matter, why are you sobbing?”

 

“Some of the things you have been doing have woken all sorts of feelings in me. I’m scared of what will happen tonight of what you are bringing out in me. I am so confused. I feel I want you to make love to me. It is like I do and I don’t want you to do it, but here I am and I just feel scared about making that final step. Do you understand”

 

By way of reply André stroked Jason’s hair and kissed him on the cheek:

 

“I understand, of course I do. It’s a feeling we all had the first time. You are crossing a watershed. I think that your fears will become less and less as we make love together, once you feel me inside you. Let me show you what it is like when someone wants you very much…”

 

Then André lifted himself up with his body leaning across Jason kissing the back of his neck and ears. From beside the bed he produced a tube of lubricant and began to apply it to his stiff penis.

 

“I am going to put some of this on you as well” he said.

 

André used the fingers of his left hand to squeeze Jason’s little pucker into a tight mound and with the index finger of his right hand rubbed lubricant into the area standing up for attention. He was very tempted to insert a finger past the clenched anal muscle but decided that the pleasure of deflowering Jason should be left entirely to his penis. It was so rare to be able have a young man for his very first penetration.

 

His attention was therefore concentrated on spreading the slippery gel to Jason’s sex mound, paying particular attention to the little star shaped eye through which he planned to push his throbbing erection once the boy was readied..

 

“Now I want you to just relax Jason and let me come on top of you and try to put myself into you. You are a virgin now. In a few minutes with patience you will have been deflowered and experiencing the movements of my penis inside your body. I’ll go slowly – it may be a bit painful for you first time round so let me know if I need to slow down more for you”.

 

As his thighs were edged a little further apart Jason could feel André’s weight coming onto him. He stifled his tears. More kisses rained on his neck and then he felt for the first time a hard erection moving in between the globes of his spread buttocks. Aided by the lubricant it slipped easily up and down the cleft warming the area. André found the bump made by the sex mound and for a short while stroked his penis back and forth across it feeling its little rise and its small movements as it was gently pushed by him. He felt the excitement rising to fever pitch as Jason responded to this stroking with little sighing “ohhh uhhhs”.

 

As this attention became more focused on the as yet un-probed entrance André changed his technique a little. He began to rub the tip of his penis round and round in very small circles centred on the middle of Jason’s ring. This elicited more moans from the head of the bed as the young man responded:

 

“Please be gentle”

 

André continued to concentrate on doing this for a minute accustoming Jason to the feel of the shaft. Then he repositioned himself and started to probe inwards on the puckered mound with the head of his penis. He could feel the raised flesh being flattened by his pressure and retreating a little into Jason’s body. He did this over and over again, letting it rise up, circling it, and pushing it in. Feeling this close attention Jason wriggled his hips slightly but the penis behind him stayed focused. The series of little in and out pushes against the muscle had so far made no progress in terms of opening the star shaped bud. André sensed that the virginal sphincter muscle was very tight and clenched. He increased the inward pressure, still meeting resistance. As he pushed he could feel the little gateway retreating deeper into Jason’s buttock cleft but still refusing to open itself.

 

André’s hands momentarily massaged Jason’s back and spine.

 

“Now Jason I need you to really relax as much as possible. I am going to push a little harder to encourage your sphincter to unlock itself for me. When it does you may feel some discomfort to begin with as you lose your virginity. I shall try to go as gently as possible but you are very tight and I may have to push quite hard this time.”

 

The pushing in Jason’s rear became more intense. André now had his penis pressed firmly into the boy and held fast against the unyielding muscle. He wriggled it with his hand to try and spread and warm the lubricant more. Gradually the circular movements seemed to be making progress as the sphincter was pushed down retreating in front of the stiff erection. André reckoned that the moment would come soon when his ministrations and the inability of the entrance to retreat any deeper would make the bud inevitably burst open like a gate before his determined battering ram.

 

“Ohhhhhhhhh, ooooooohhhh” moaned Jason timorously, responding with inexperience as the sensations from the increased pressure of André’s penis spread through his body.

 

“Oh, I love you so much, so much, ohhh I want to take you now, to penetrate you for that first time, to push my cock into you, to fuck you deep, to leave my sperm far inside you my love”

 

“Oh Jason I am ready to take you! You’re so tight but I need to enter you….”

 

 The young man felt a firmer push from behind. The clenched portal of his sexual passage seemed to be more hard pressed than ever. Something in his backside seemed to yield suddenly to the urgent pressure of André’s penis. He groaned. He cried out. He jerked, as his sphincter muscle was prised open and for the very first time he felt a stiff cockhead passing his entrance and inside into his anus.

 

“Aaaaargggghhhhhh, ah nooooo, eehhhhhhhhhh” he cried out trying to eject the intrusion by wriggling forward. But his body was held firm. André’s hips pushed a little more to secure his entry and now Jason could feel the other man’s penis moving a little deeper into his behind. He could feel its living presence inside him sensing its way through the soft, caressing dark flesh in his rectum.

 

“Oh no! Ohhh no! Please it is hurting”,

 

 “Relax Jason, just relax and it will be fine – your little ring was so tight I had to push hard but now your virginity is gone and I’ll go slowly”

 

“ First though I am going to pull out for a second or two to put some more lubricant on you to ease the way”

 

Jason felt the penis leaving him and his anus closing. Then André’s finger was rubbing his sore entrance with something slippery. The man’s weight came back onto him, holding him against the pillows. Once more the cock slithered in his cleft but this time moved rapidly to his sex to take advantage of the lubricant. Jason felt the stabbing push. His body again suddenly yielded to André’s erection. Again “aaghs” seemed to spring out of his mouth without prompting as the pain of his body being opened this way impacted on him.

 

This time André did not stop at the entrance. He pushed himself further into the well-lubricated passage. He began to feed his erection into the boy, bit at a time, no hurry, resting to let the tight muscle adjust, until the full length was inside the fresh youthful rectum. There he held it still and let his weight settle against Jason’s back.

 

“You are so beautiful inside, you feel like silk against my penis. Can you feel me inside you?”

 

“Yes, yes I can. It’s a bit better now but it still feels sore.”

 

Slowly, very slowly André began to move his hips back and forth feeling the soft, warm flesh inside Jason’s rectum caressing his penis and the tightness of the sphincter sucking its shaft as he moved back and yielding in turn as he edged back in. Jason too could feel the intimate movements and grunted into the mattress. His fists clenched an unclenched at the feeling of penetration. His anal muscle seemed stretched beyond its capacity and he was experiencing sensations that were simultaneously painful and pleasurable. Now he could also begin to sense André’s growing excitement.

 

The Manager worked in and out of the tight opening for what seemed an eternity sampling all the sensations of deflowering the boy. Then, as he felt his own growing excitement, he encouraged Jason up onto his knees to be able to push in deeper. A hand reached under Jason, rubbing his hairless pubic mound and reaching for his by now fully erect penis. André started to masturbate him vigorously working his hand along the full length of his shaft. The new recruit’s shyness had left him and he was yielding to his own feelings of sexual desire.  The stiff rod working in and out of his behind was starting to rub his prostate into action. The speed and the depth of the penetrations increased until Jason sensed André was building to a climax. The youth could feel a tingling sensation in his own testicles and he started involuntarily to wriggle his body. André rode him expertly as if he was breaking in a frisky colt.

 

Then the movements of the man on top became frantic and any gentleness and consideration of Jason’s inexperience was totally forgotten. He humped furiously with his hips, pulling out as far as he could and then pushing in hard and fast seeking to plumb the depth of the rectum. The hand on Jason’s penis pumped faster. André’s voice went up half an octave and he began to pant and groan like a wild animal. Jason’s own feelings were caught between the boiling sensation in his own thighs, the stretching of his back passage and the knowledge that André was starting to climax in him. Then André gave out one almighty moan and his hips began much shorter, deep, thrusts. The seed flowed ecstatically along his penis and into Jason’s previously uninitiated bowels. The volume and intensity was much greater than André normally experienced – he was filling the boy with greater force than he had done to anyone before. As André began to ejaculate Jason sensed the complete change of rhythm and in the tension and excitement of being implanted with André’s seed he was no longer able to control his own orgasm. Sperm flew from the tip of his penis onto the pillows beneath him and he lifted his neck back and made a low howling sound.

 

For a few moments longer the cockhead seemed to spasm inside Jason’s tight body. The young man could feel the penis jerking slightly as it gradually finished emptying into him and began to lose its size. André was kissing deliriously at Jason’s body and neck, trying to reach his mouth. Slowly the deflated shaft began to slither out however much André would have liked to leave it inside his conquest. As it finally exited Jason gave a little ‘Oh!’ and rolled over to look at his satiated lover.

 

André took the opportunity to kiss Jason and then placed his mouth over the youth’s own softened penis sucking and licking at the remaining sperm. He felt totally satisfied and fulfilled. He knew that later on, maybe several times, he would want to take his pleasure of Jason again. But for the moment he was just happy to hold this delightful young man in his arms. Gently rubbing the silky smooth body of his partner he drifted happily into sleep.

 

It was well after midnight when Jason awoke. He became aware of André stirring in the bed next to him. Feeling the slightly strange sensation between his buttocks he recalled what had happened to him before he fell asleep.

 

There was a movement elsewhere in the room and the sound of logs being placed on the fire.

 

“Who’s there?” he asked. “It’s just me, William,” came a voice from the end of the room. “André likes me to make sure the room stays comfortable. I usually do this just before I go to bed.”

 

By now André himself had come more awake. “Thank you William, you are very kind doing that for me. It would be a shame to waste all that effort. Why don’t you go through, have a shower and come and join young Jason and me here? I saw how you were looking at him this afternoon…Jason, I think that you will like William too. He is what we would describe as quite well endowed. You need this kind of experience to prepare you for the guests.”

 

Before Jason could protest André held him down and started kissing him once more. As this was going on he could hear the sound of the shower running close by. A few minutes later a door opened and closed and the mattress momentarily sagged as William mounted the bed. As André kissed him he could feel William snuggling in behind him, his body pressing tightly against the small of his back. A pair of large hands came round and started to play with his nipples. His tongue went deeper into André’s mouth.

 

“Let’s see what you have done to the young buck André” said William and one of his hands came round to Jason’s buttock cleft. What felt like an unusually large finger started to play around his sphincter. “Golly, you must have come buckets in him” said William in tones that made André giggle and Jason wince. The finger began to probe. Thanks to the slippery residue of sperm it slid into Jason’s anal passage with relative ease. He twitched at the feeling of the digit wriggling inside. “I don’t think I’ll need any fancy lubricant Jason” said William.

 

In the flickering firelight Jason could see William lifting himself up. He had found André’s penis to be reasonably large but the rod between William’s legs looked much broader and longer. He quickly turned to André “I don’t think we should do this. William is too big for me”.

 

“One of the things that you will learn, Jason, is just how flexible and accommodating your sphincters is. You need the experience, so stop worrying and relax. Our guests beg for William to look after their needs, don’t they?”

 

“Yes they do” came the reply “and I earn handsomely for it. But Jason I am not going to charge you!! Now lets try it with you lying on your back. André and I will fix some pillows under your bottom. OK now I’m going to get hold of your ankles and raise your legs up onto my shoulders. Just let me move them nice and easily.”

 

Jason felt his calves and thighs being moved upwards and backwards until they were above his chest. Jason saw André stretch his mouth around William’s shaft and suck and lick on it as if it was a piece of delicious fruit. He did this for a minute or so, William groaning with pleasure. “That’s enough I think” he suddenly said and looked down on Jason.

 

“Now to give you my full attention. Just to think a few hours ago you were a virgin. And now you’re going to have William pleasuring you!”

 

Saying this he lent forward, making sure that the back of Jason’s knees were firmly against his own shoulders. Jason could feel the large head of William’s penis trying to probe his anal entry. The big man was clearly taking his time. Each time he pushed against the tight opening Jason gave out a little “Oooff!” sound. William smiled. Over and over again he patiently tested the entry in pure anticipation of what he was planning to do. Under this probing Jason’s head was moving rapidly from side to side as if he was hoping nothing more would happen. Then William began to rub up and down on the young man’s penis encouraging a new erection. Still the pressure on the muscle was maintained. Jason started to feel excitement increasing in the shaft of his penis. It had been some time since he had last come and the rubbing below his testicles was starting to have an effect. But the fear of William’s size dominated his mind.

 

“Please. William, I am sore from André. I don’t think there’s any way I can take you.”

 

William turned to André “I think you should join in too” he said. Jason felt the hand withdrawing from his groin to be replaced by André’s warm mouth expertly working on his penis. He could not last much longer. He started bucking up and down a little as André rubbed lightly on the scrotum. He knew that he was about to burst and started to moan.

 

André let out a muffled “Now William, I can feel him coming” and Jason started to spurt semen. Instantaneously William pushed the head of his penis past the reluctant sphincter muscle into Jason’s passage. Jason’s moans of ecstasy mingled with a cry of astonished pain as the monster slipped into him. As this was happening the waves of ejaculation seemed to redouble and he came over and over again into André’s waiting mouth. André sucked and gulped at Jason’s penis gorging himself on the fresh juices spurting from the moaning, crying, boy.

 

As his flow of semen came slowly to a stop the young man realised that he was now impaled deeply on William’s erection. His bowels felt totally occupied with the hard meat – André’s erection had been nothing like this. Having seen the tableau of Jason and André’s oral performance in front of him William was in a hurry to achieve his climax. His broad member ploughed up and down Jason’s tunnel. With alternative strokes the skin around the sphincter was pushed in and then pulled out like a cone around his penis. Jason was being forcefully initiated to accommodating large men. Thankfully, after about five minutes, William had built himself up to the point of no return. His hips flailed back and forth and he grabbed Jason’s ankles and pushed them as far back and as wide apart as possible. With the youth in this position William could maximise depth for his insemination. The whole of his shaft felt on fire with lust. He started to pump out his seed. It felt like an explosion from his inner depths. He pushed in as far as he could go, ignoring the cries coming from Jason. He kept pumping and pumping until every last slippery drop was injected into Jason’s ravaged rectum.

 

“God, if you were a women you’d be pregnant now. Consider yourself well and truly impregnated” he laughed.

 

All Jason could do was to take in deep sobbing breaths and to moan in ecstatic pain as William’s engorged penis deflated inside him. He felt utterly exhausted from the combined effects of being fellated and fucked at the same time. Once again he found himself wrapped in male arms, held tenderly from the front and from behind. William was kissing him and André’s fingers were exploring between his buttocks, slipping in and out of his anus using the semen oozing out of his body as lubricant.

 

As the firelight flickered across the ceiling they drifted into sleep. Occasionally one or the other would waken and listen to the soft breathing of his companions. As dawn broke Jason awoke to the sensation of André rubbing his penis once again up and down the cleft of his buttocks. With a sudden sharp jerk the Manager penetrated the youth. Jason cried out as he felt the penis coming into his body and rubbing the sensitive soft tissue inside his bowels.

 

The movements and the sounds woke William. He saw what was going on and smiled. Making room in the large bed he let André climb into a better position on top of Jason. He watched the sight of the smooth skinned young man being exercised by the Manager and felt his own lust being roused. By this time Jason was panting and groaning with each new thrust and André, whilst working slowly in the youth, was looking totally absorbed in his love making.

 

William slipped behind André and watched the buttocks and hips moving rhythmically in front of him. He reached out and used the tube of lubricant on his now rock hard penis. Choosing his moment he place himself between the other legs on the bed and rubbed on André’s puckered opening. He knew the manager liked to be taken forcefully. With little regard for the effect it would have he pushed forward and down as hard as he could with his hips. For a moment André’s ring seemed to resist but the pressure was too great. The tight entrance popped open and William’s penis entered several inches in one thrust.

 

“Oh, hell, goodness it hurts when you do that. You’re just so big”

 

“Yes, but you love it don’t you!”

 

“Yes, go on fuck me, fuck me, ream me out” said the manager

 

Gradually William and André were able to co-ordinate their thrusting. André began to build up ready to burst into Jason. The pressure on his own insides was making the sperm boil and he knew he could not last much longer. As William began some deep, quick thrusts André was unable to hold back from spraying Jason’s rectal womb. The sperm shot out of him in a series of jerking thrusts. William lent down to his boss’s ear

 

“Move over” he said and André obediently, and exhaustedly pulled out and away from Jason. Before the latter could move William was onto him. The large penis was pressing hard against his cum lubricated entrance rubbing and pushing. He wanted to complain but there was nothing he could do to stop being taken once again. Suddenly he could feel the head pass the portals and start to expand his tunnel. As he pushed in William could feel the warmth of André’s sperm inside Jason. He felt on fire with desire. As his climax grew nearer he placed his own legs outside Jason’s and pulled the boy’s spread buttocks closer together. This tightened the passage he was servicing and increased his own excitement to a point of incredible intensity. Beneath him he could hear the muffled “Oh! Oh! Oh nooo, nooooo” from the well-used youth.

 

William decided to give the boy some more practice. By slowing down he let the intensity in his loins pass over and then began to thrust in and out again stretching the tight walls of the until recently virgin anus. William felt in control. He continued this pattern of love making for nearly half an hour. He knew that when he came it would be like turning on a fountain. Jason was still making tense little sounds from under him particularly when he held himself deep inside the inviting rectum. Hearing more and more stifled “noooo!” sounds coming from the mattress he decided to allow himself to climax. His body had become so accustomed to the self-control that he now had to move with much greater pace inside the boy to build up his orgasm.  As his hips started to thrust rapidly in and out he could feel Jason’s body bouncing beneath him and the intensity of Jason’s cries increasing to a crescendo of “Aaaghs!”. But he was not going to slow down. His hips pushed faster and faster. The climatic sensations started to grow. All of a sudden he was moving deeper than ever pounding his semen into the dark depths far inside Jason. When he had finished jerking he could hear the boy moaning beneath him. He stroked him gently.

 

“Jason, you were terrific. It is wonderful to make love to you. You have some of me, and of André swimming round inside you. Now we all belong to each other.”

 

Jason moaned again and rolled onto his back. Both André and William began to embrace Jason’s body. The young man’s head, neck and chest were being fondled whilst simultaneously his toes were sucked and a tongue ran up his leg towards his crotch.

 

“I think our guests will really love you” said André “but today you can lie-in and relax. Tomorrow, though, we must start you working. I think the breakfast room-service would be a good start. Anyway let’s have another rest – you’ve quite exhausted me!”.

 

To be continued... 

 

 

 

 

 

Gladiator-Before the last Battle

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Maximus watched as Quintus reluctantly left the room, leaving him alone, chain up with Commodus. He took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect from the sosiopathic man who believed he was emperor. He only knew it would be painful.

 "So brother Maximus," Commodus said approaching him slowly, "How does it feel to go from General Maximus Decimus Meridius, most loved man in Rome; to a low life piece of rubbish?"

Maximus said nothing and

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“Do you hear Maximus?” Commodus screamed stomping straight up to Maximus, “I am the loved one now! You are nothing!”

By this time he was so close that their noses were almost touching but Maximus just stared as if he were not even there.

“Damn you Maximus!” He screamed suddenly bursting into tears. He sunk to the floor at Maximus’ feet and began to cry and convulse. The without warning he sat up on his and grabbed onto the front of the shredded tunic Maximus wore.

“Please look at me brother!” he begged, tears streaming down his face, “I never meant for all of this to happen, I just wanted my father to love me as he loved you.”

Maximus looked for the first time at the beautiful young Commodus. “You have taken away everyone in my life who has meaning to me.” He said slowly. “ My wife and child!” he screamed, “And a sure as the sun, I will have my revenge.” Tears ran down his face.

Commodus hung his head as his sobs took over. “All I wanted was for someone to love me!” he said through his sobs, “But instead, my father loved you; my sister adores you. No one stops to even think about how I feel! All they want is YOU!”

Maximus stared down at the young man who had once called him brother, shocked.

Commodus slowly rose, “But none of them will have you,” he said quietly, “Because everything that is great in Rome is mine.”  He looked up.

Maximus looked into his eyes and saw not pure sadness, but longing. This was the man who had killed his wife and son and he stood here confessing that it was all out of pure jealousy?

Before he could fully adjust his thoughts Commodus leaned forward and their lips met. Too shocked to react, Maximus just stood frozen. Commodus stopped to look into Maximus’ eyes once again before proceeding. He began to kiss Maximus neck and shoulders and slowly made his http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif') repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px">way down. He reached Maximus’ chest and took one of his nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it.

Maximus found himself moaning in pleasure. He couldn’t keep his thought straight, the young madman was…was…was…

And his mind went blank as Commodus reached underneath his tunic and took his now hard erection in his hand.

“Ohhhhhh” he moaned.

Commodus got down on his knees and raised up Maximus’ tunic revealing his huge pole, it was truly beautiful as a bead of semen sparkled at the tip. Commodus leaned in and lapped it up with his tongue making Maximus moan louder. He could feel Commodus’ hot breath on his flesh and suddenly his knees got weak as he felt Commodus take his pulsing cock into his warm mouth.

Commodus had had much experience with men. As a child, feeling rejected by his father he had resulted to taking love from his servant boys and even some guards when he felt he needed another warm body next to his.

He sucked vigorously o Maximus cock and was very pleased to hear his moans from above. Standing up he began to remove his armor and tunic. When he was done he lifted up Maximus tunic as far as the chains would allow and went back to work on his dick.

He could feel Maximus’ flesh beginning to pulse in his mouth and knew he was on the verge of cumming. He quickly got up, and marveled at Maximus with his eyes shut tightly and head back in ecstasy. He walked around to his back, and bent down, taking Maximus’ buttocks in his hands and massaging them slowly as he kissed his neck. He once again descended with his kisses until he arrived at his ass.

He kissed both cheeks before spreading them to reveal a small pink puckering hole. He kept kissing until his lips met the hole’s. He paused before sliding his tongue into it. Maximus yelled in surprise but began to press back onto Commodus flicking tongue. He couldn’t believe Commodus was licking his………”Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” he called out again.

Commodus looked down to see the blood pulsing through his stiff prick, seeing that Maximus’ hole was lubricated; Commodus stood up and placed the head at his entrance. Maximus surprised him by spreading his legs further to give him easier access. He took his pole and spread his dripping semen around the hole before slowly pushing, but Maximus was just too tight for him to enter yet.

“Breathe,” he whispered, “Just let go.” And slowly Maximus began to loosen up and he began to slowly pushed again, this time he slipped in easily. Maximus hissed in pain as he felt his canal being ripped open.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh,” cooed Commodus softly, as he continued to slide in. Maximus was so tight and hot on his raging hard prick! Maximus squeezed his eyes shut till he finally felt Commodus’ groin press against his back.

Slowly Commodus withdrew until only the tip remained inside Maximus’ thighs, then he rammed himself back. Maximus screamed in pain and his chained hands curled into fist above his head. “Again!” he screamed. And once again Commodus withdrew himself and slammed back in hard. He could feel Maximus shuddering as he clenched his muscles around his dick. He took http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif') repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px">hold of Maximus’ hips and continued to slam his way to the core of his soul.

Maximus’ eyes popped open as he felt Commodus’ cock hit a spot in him that he never knew existed and he cried out in pure pleasure and felt thrust his hips back meeting Commodus thrust for thrust, soon they had a rhythm. Commodus reached around Maximus and grabbed hold of his pole, jerking him in rhythm of each thrust. Both men were bellowing in elation.

Commodus began to feel the pressure building up in his chest and he found it harder to breathe. He wrapped his around Maximus and began thrusting faster and faster for all he was worth. Maximus could tell Commodus was getting closer and began to flex his muscles around his cock massaging it even more. Meanwhile, he thrust hard into Commodus’ hand. Commodus realized it was finally time and withdrew himself all the way out before swinging his hips in an ark and straight into Maximus’ entrance. He gave one more deep thrust and felt his cock begin to unload his cum deep into Maximus’ ass. “Ohhh, Maximus! MAXIMUS!!” he cried as he continued to pump his cum into Maximus while kissing the back of his neck.

Then without hesitating, he withdrew himself which made a soft slurping sound and walked around to Maximus’ front and used his own cum and spit to lubricate his own hole and Maximus’ rod. Bending over in front of him, Commodus reached behind himself and placed Maximus huge prick at his hole’s entrance and pushed back and as Maximus pushed forward and in one swift movement he was buried to the hilt.

“Ahhh!” screamed Commodus as Maximus began to plow his ass. Maxims found it frustrating not being able to old onto Commodus’ hips as he pummeled away but with his hands chained in the air he continued shoving his cock into Commodus’ sweet ass as Commodus too met him thrust for thrust.

“That’s it Maximus!” cried Commodus, but before he could say more Maximus took one more deep thrust, almost hulling Commodus off the ground and he held himself there in the very depth Commodus and his cock exploded, sending waves of cum into him. Commodus held himself there as Maximus cock continued to pump sperm into and when he felt it take its last spurt in his ass his slowly removed himself from Maximus cock. Maximus watch as his owe cum dripped out Commodus’ ass and down his legs; he could feel his ass doing the same.

“Will you stand by me as the new emperor of Rome?” asked Commodus as he began to put his clothes back.

Maximus, now with a clear mind could see that this was where it had all been going from the start. “Never.” He said through his teeth. Commodus turned around his expression changed into anger.

“Think of it! We could be great together, you and I.” When Maximus replied with a cold stare, Commodus shook with fury and walked up to him.

“So be it brother.” He said and embracing him. Maximus was confused but then felt searing pain in his back.

Commodus sheathed his dagger and without a word walked out. “Get him ready for battle!” Maximus heard him say before the door shut.

Impotent

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Impotent

 Like all young newly weds the sex newness wore off between me and my wife and we both began to stray discreetly. Then a young chick got to hanging around that lived in the trailer park we resided in. The wife had a day job and I had a night job and I had sex twice with the girl. She had younger brothers that also hang around and we had to be very careful. But he caught us during our second sex act. We asked him to not tell on us and he agreed. Then one day I was asleep and was awaken to being erotically kissed and it was the best kissing I’d ever had. I awaken to see it was him. I was astonished and yet acknowledged to him that I enjoyed it. He said, you love me or I’ll tell on you and sis. What he didn’t know was that as a minor I had once had a

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boy lover for a short time and the new advance from him set me on fire with desire. I eagerly took his youthful penis in my mouth and felt the climax of his penis jerking and spurting come in my mouth. Then later his sis not knowing that I was involved with him stupidly told my wife that she should leave me and let her have me. Boy that shot everything to pieces for all of us because my wife ran me off quick which I think was to her advantage, because soon after she took a boy friend that I had been somewhat aware off. I was actually glad for her because I realized that now I could hunt for a boy friend which I knew I really wanted and was ready to come out as gay people often refer to. I made trips down to State Street in Chicago several times and those older guys were only working those peep show gallery for tips and even though my youth turned them on and they never asked me for pay they possessed no chemistry as real queers would have and they were like dead from over exposure. I found that even big dicks with no chemistry was not fulfilling as the youthfully coming out exciting lad that I couldn’t contact any more. I returned back to my home state and my neighbor hood that had no gay sexual potentials. I started dating a virgin girl that I had a real love for and sex wasn’t the only reason I loved her. But just before our marriage I met a guy her same age that I made advances on and he accepted and we had a couple of sex affairs. He wasn’t mental capable of doing all my desires like as never no kissing and he never gave me head but allowed me to suck his heavy larger than mine penis and he sure probed me out good a couple of times. So just before our marriage and knowing truthfully that he wasn’t gonna work out for me. So I confessed to her about my gay feelings and gave her a choice of taking me or leaving me. She was not capable of understating and I was and was so glad she didn’t dump me. Any way we had lots of heart to heart talks and she also confessed that she had sexual thought around other guys. So one night we went out in our sport car and we were doing sex with her buttocks lying on the console and her head and shoulders in the back seat between the front lay back seats. And I was getting into her to the bottom like never possible in bed. I kept whispering about how much she liked deep probing and she mumbled yes to everything I said. I knew she had met my boy friend that I had confessed about and I asked her if she found him attractive as a sexual stud. I even mentioned that he was hung larger than I was. She seemed like so hot from this talk and encouraged me to talk sexy to her about big dicks. Now I was also heated on the subject of big dicks and with his dick that I had sucked in mind I started craving come from it. I then had one passion in mind was to see how she would react from it fucking her. I knew he actually wanted pussy and would be willing. We were only a very shot distance from where he hangs out nights and we had often dropped by there before to pass the time chatting with him. We didn’t even dress completely and went looking for him. She still had her panties of under her very short mini skirt that exposed her sexy white legs. He came out to the car and I got out and walked around and said drive us around. He was liked programmed to obey and we was on the road quick. She was getting a little jittery or at least pretending to have second thoughts. So the conversation was not about sex but just rambling everyday talk. I was massaging her pussy under her skirt and she kept looking at him nervous like as he kept glancing at her sexy open exposed thighs. I whispered for her to reach over and touch his bulging crotch. She said no! I can’t but I nudged her hand toward him and she did. She whispered that it was on a hard and I said that she should unzip him. She had to lean toward him and use both hands and she got it out in the air grasping the shaft of it. She whispered back to me as how big it was. I said try sucking on it and she refused. Then she released it and positive confessed that she couldn’t go any farther with this conduct. I pretended at ease and agreed that it was OK and yet kept fondling her wet loosen vaginal. I whispered that she should help put it away and zip him up. And tell him she was sorry. She leaned to his ear and he kissed her lips in response but she finished the sentence to him and turned back to tell me that he had kissed her. I asked her if she liked the kiss and she moaned, oh! Yes. I said well go back and kiss him again. She went to him and he was already nearing a side road in preparations to park the car. She clung to him passionately as the car halted and he was eagerly tongue kissing her and massaging her body as I helped her fully undress for this new big dick fucking I was so eager to see her take. And I also was fondling his throbbing erection and admiring his taut firm cheek buttocks as I assisted their bodies into position with her butt on the console. I was so far gone with sexual arousal that only just then remembered that she was not using any birth control. As I was guiding him in positing to screw her I whispered to him of this chance of pregnancy and asked him if he could pull it on climax, he said yes, but I was doubtful. Anyway it was too late and I was greedy for the show I was enjoying. He was slow on entrance into her and I was guiding the pulsating organ into her opening for him and felt it bottom out and palmed her spread thighs that were actually trembling. I had my face against his steamy buttocks and could hear the squish and slap of tummy’s and their pelvises. Then just a few plunges to the very bottom climaxed him and her and he was rising up without warning withdrawing this jerking throbbing peter putting it against my cheek spurting hot semen and after the first gob hit my cheek I got my greedy lips onto it and whams! it shot a couple more or so hot spurts against my throat and it was jerking so hard I could hardly hang on to it and it had never done this during my head jobs to him. I sucked it dry and tried to squeeze the rest of the come from way back near the ass hole out under the now drawn up scortum of balls so he could go back into my quivering wife’s body and not get her pregnant. Sure enough he drove it back in and they went on for quite awhile and he didn’t withdraw on the second or maybe third climax and I assumed that she begged him not to pull it. When it was all over I eased on to her sweaty body and eased my ready to eject peter into her wide open loose slushy come filled pussy and sank into a blissful climax inside her now unfeeling spent pussy. I asked her if she liked his fucking and she conning and whined about how she loved it and admitted that he sexed her better than I ever did and somehow I was not jealous of the two’s conduct even though they had left me as an outsider and had treated me like nonexistence during their heated session. We all got out of the car and even with only her mini skirt on she looked like a movie actress with her lengthy white legs glowing in the moon light. Then I also was admiring his gleaming tan looking macho body with his large dong swinging as he hop skipped from foot to foot while getting into his jeans. It was then that I remembered my affair from my adolescent days and how the lad had also hop skipped as he was dressing and how even though he was my same age that he had a man size root that swung on his small adolescent body. Then I also recalled that he never showed me any affection or had desire for my wimpy small dick. His attitude was just like this stud that I had let service my wife. My first sex with that boy who actually had greatly humiliated me by his forceful rapeing my then virgin bung hole with his lecherous fucking and I also just then remembered how that I whimpered and pleaded for him to release me from my pinned down position on the first session because of shock and pain. But most of all I recalled how humiliated I felt from being sodomized against my will because I was afraid to fight him and how he had laughed and called me a sissy. My memory kept reacting to how I had become so use to being humiliated and got pleasure from humiliation which started by my being envious of that macho lad. And how that he mistook my admiration and envy of his sex organ as to think that when he forced it into my mouth that I was desiring to suck him which had actually scared me to a weaken slut feeling during the first time that he ejected into my mouth. From then on I was a slave to enjoying the feelings of humiliations by him and had just now realized that my whole drama that I had planned tonight for to see my wife taken by another guy was actually just so I could enjoy the humiliation knowing someone was fucking my wife, and I realized I lusted for and climaxed on being humiliated. Now the next day she started her monthly period which was brought on early by the deep probing he did unto her. But now the worry of her becoming pregnant by his servicing her was somewhat of a relief especially to her. I always enjoyed thinking I’d get her pregnant each time I climaxed in her. I wondered if he felt this way and knew I would enjoy the humiliation of watching him as he seeded her with his large peter that I admired and envied so much. Three or four days after she quit the menstrual period I was eager to get her sexual aroused so I could coax her into confessions about the sex drama I had produced while using her as the star. Sure enough she helped me to feel humiliation by whispered that she was so hot and needed his wild kisses and that she could hardly feel my small penis inside her. I picked up the bedside phone and told him to get his big dick over there and fuck the hell out of my hot wife. While waiting we kept playing around and I asked her if she would like to have his baby and she replied oooh! yes. I was turned on by this and was feeling weaken by the thoughts of being a slave to fulfilling her desires. He arrived shortly and quickly was lecherously astride her and I lay along side reeling in humiliation as she responded to his lusts upon her. He didn’t seem to mind or notice as I licked into his sweaty anal crevice that was white foamed with sweat from his animal hunching into her. I ran my hands around his large shaft and could feel her pussy lining stretch outside of her as they clung to it each time he pulled up to restroke. After awhile he got her on her all fours doggie style and I got my face down under them in position so as to lick his wet steamy rod gliding in and out of her and I mouthed on his seedy balls. Then again I got back behind so I could lick his anus hole as he was studding my hot bitchy wife. This to me was the most humiliation thing for me to enjoy. After he left we sleep till dawn and I still hadn’t climaxed because my dick wouldn’t get hard from all the mental stress of knowing no one needed me. I woke before she did and she was eagle spread with her knees propped open and her pussy was gaping open and her womb was so swollen it was visible like a little pointed dick through the gaping opening and dried white semen was all around the hair because his large dick had squeezed her dry. They went on for several affair sessions after that night I would not even stay in the room anymore or even attempt to have sex with her because I knew that I was no match for him and I was now impotent and my dick was limp as a rag. I’d just lie on the couch listing to her moans and savoring and enjoying my pitiful crying mental state of humiliation. She later told me there was a young guy at work that was flirting with her and that she desired him. I asked her what she wanted me to do. She said that she needed me to let her bring him home with her and wanted me to watch her because she liked knowing I was enduring it for her. Well what she didn’t tell me was that he was a sleek shiny brownish black boy. On his arrival I was astonished and shocked but humbly willing to act the slave part of her bidding. He was bashful as they sat on the couch with her teasing him. Finally he got so hot that he put his arms around her pulling her to a standing position and put his dominant large lips upon her ruby little puckered lips and I went weak from this obscene submission by her. She got druggy weak from passion and he had to hold her short submissable body up with her feet off the floor against his tall lanky frame so as to keep kissing her. I went to them and undressed her as they stood there embraced exposing her clear white body to this shiny dark stud. I was trembling with intimation as to see his nudeness. I unbuttoned his shirt and he let me slid it from his beautiful lean muscular upper torso. I then undressed his pants as he stepped from them exposing his pout buttocks that brushed against my face as I rose up from his ankles when he stepped out of his clothes. They were so heated to the touch and flawless smooth and beady texture skin was tastily kissed by my lips thinking oh! How those firm buttocks could drive a dick home in a pussy and knowing they would be on my wife very soon. I moved to stand beside them and his dark dick was standing straight up pressed between them. I pulled it sideways so I could lick this over eight inch giant of a tool and barley could reach around this near three inch in breadth massive organ. I also became swooned with ecstasy and sat down on the couch to keep from falling. He kept holding her in the air and walked to the bed room. I wanted to watch as she had asked, but I couldn’t walk back to the room from the spasm of humalation guilt knowing that my wife was being fucked by a huge hung black guy. I heard the loud groan and moan from her caused by his penetration into her and the slap of his body against her body and had thoughts that she is now maybe getting bred and will carry a black baby and I just lay back so weak with my trembling body enjoying my new humiliation and my little limp impotent dick dribbling pools of sex lubing juice which was wasted because I couldn’t any longer do sex to her. Then I roused up and slowly entered the bed room and watched in the dim light as his lean buns arched as he strobes slowly out and in upon her small white body with her legs clinging around his body. I approached and lay my palm on his sweaty buns and felt them hunch up on each drive into her and then suddenly he gasped and rolled over spent. The long dark expiring root was lying downward between his open thighs. I whispered to him as how thankful I was that he serviced my wife for me and he replied that he could see how as I needed help fulfilling her bitchy lecherous desires. She went to the bathroom and lingered there probably douching the black man sperm from her raw stretched vaginal. I lifted his heavy lanky expired organ and toyed with it and asked if he wanted seconds. He laughed and said he had climaxed three times and was tired of pussy for now. I kept caressing him and it started firming up and I put my hungry mouth on this thick man meat and it was barley going in my wide open mouth. I couldn’t believe how it was so good to gorge upon something that had just come of my wife’s pussy. I slid down its length and gobbled at his balls a bit and then pushed his legs up so I could tongue into his anus hole. He moaned with this delight unto him and when I came back upon his shaft and just forced it plum down my throat into my gullet he ejected so pulsation down deep inside my gullet. He Whispered to me and praised the sexual relief that he thought was the best climax he had ever endured. After he departed I felt alighted by his boost to my ego and for the first time in a long time felt my penis become erect and firm from the satisfaction of knowing someone actually appreciated me. Having a purpose for sex and feeling appreciated cures impotence.

Live On The Net

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My wife was unhappy with our sex life, so much so she didn’t want to have sex, make love or even play around for weeks at a time.  She went to see a few doctors and then a shrink who suggested that she explore the wilder side of life.  She told my wife to think what would have her so hot that she would make love, and the next thing I know she is writing a personal ad on the computer, for a man, not for herself but me.

She took some pictures of me posing for her and sent them in, you see her one real fantast since we were kids was to see

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some guy fuck me and make me suck him, then have him hold me between her legs and eat her while he played with me, fucked or her.

We were both 40, she is a little overweight but still able to turn heads.  Sherrie is 5’3” 40-30-38, blonde wavy hair and blue eyes and a tanned body that screams for cream.  I am 5’9” 180 pounds, and an ex football player turned accountant exec.  I have short brown hair neat, no facial hair, tattoos or any scars.  Slightly feminine sometimes over the years, as she always loved to dress me up in her silky panties and then suck my five inch cock off.  She also for several weeks would slip a hormone in my mouth and tell it was a vitamin.  By the time she got the nerve to post an ad those things had started working.  My nipples were always sensitive now they were down right sexual tools.  Touching them got me hard, kissing them made me week and if you caressed them, well I would have sucked an elephant.

She had three responses the first day, but chose not to tell me until she found a man who was right for me.  Then she seduced me into going to meet him for a drink.  He was 53, 6’2” 190 pounds, firm body, slightly gray on the sides but black hair everywhere else and he had charm.  His name was Trevor and when he met us both, he asked her, “Are you planning on watching or would you prefer a video?”

His manner made you feel at ease and after the meeting we went home and talked, which led to me stripping naked and bending over the coffee table while she used her dildo to tease my ass.  When she had me so hot I went to the phone and called him back.

It was Friday night and he asked me if I could come over early the next morning to his house.  Well usually in the Spring I am on the links, but his request seemed nice enough, and after telling me not worry he would let me show how far I was willing to go, I said yes.  So we set it up for 7:00 am the next morning.

My wife woke us at 5:30 am that morning and showered, shaved and pampered me with lotion, cream and perfume not cologne.  She made me wear a pair of sexy sheer black panties and she painted my finger and toe nails with bright red, then did my eyes with blue shadow and sent me to him in a silk tank top and matching shorts that were purple. 

I drove to his house with heart beating a hundred miles a second and when I arrived at exactly 7:00 am he was waiting at the door with a smile and a bath towel only.  I walked through his yard and if anyone else was awake they saw me and what I looked like.  I entered his house and was instantly greeted with a warm hug and then a hot passionate kiss as he dropped his towel with the front door still opened wide.

My hand was guided towards his eight inch cock and when I touched it I sort of gasped and looked down.  He sensed that I was nervous and petted my shoulder and arm as he slipped his hand to touch my right nipple and then caress it ever so gently like only my wife knew about.

Instantly I was hard and panting madly as he smiled and continued playing with it.  My hand now holding his cock ever so softly began to slide easily up and then down.  With each caress of my nipple my desire to taste it grew until I fell to my knees and began to suck him with all the ability I had.

I licked up and down the shaft and then sucked on the tip and head then repeated my adorning of his cock.  When I sucked on his balls, his hands began to glide through my hair and he spoke softly saying, “Suck me like that for just a few more minutes.”

I was unaware that he had set up a camera and was recording everything I was doing to his cock and my strip tease as I sucked him off.  Soon I was bare ass naked with my clothes in the threshold of his front door, and when it opened it and kicked them out, I was glad.  Suddenly I began to taste his salty tangy flavors and as I did he groaned slightly then said, “Open your mouth and keep it wide open.”

Suddenly I found myself splattered all over the face by his cum, and then I found myself licking, slurping and swallowing it and being fed what was on my by using his cock as a spoon.  His cum was swished into my mouth by his fingers as well and as I finished cleaning my face and his cock we heard applause from across the street as two men stood watching our performance.  He bowed to them then slowly shut the door and said, “You see you are going to be well thought of very soon.  Not only did you give a live performance to those men, but I have made it a direct feed on the internet as well.  Is there anything you wish to say to wife or those watching now?”

I looked up at the camera smiling and said, “I need you to fuck me.”

He pulled me from the floor and kissed me right on the mouth and I kissed back as his hands played with my nipples and made my cock tingle like mad.  Then in a matter of seconds he had me in his arms as his hand slowly worked over my cock and balls and while doing he whispered in my ear, “If you let me fuck you, then that makes you my bitch.  Are you sure you want to be my bitch?”

“Yes,” I replied.  Then he whispered again, “Than say it loudly.”  So I looked at the camera just as he was bringing my cock to a climax of its own and yelled, “I want to be your bitch.  I need to be your bitch.  Please keep as your bitch and you or anyone else can fuck my wife.”

With that I exploded and he caught most of it on his hand and fed it to me, which I gladly slurped off and swallowed.  Then he smiled and led me to the floor, and there placing me on my back, he said, “Now my bitch is about to enjoy his first cock up his ass.”

He slid inside me with a mighty thrust and I yelped out for the camera, “I love it.  I want it.”

He sent his cock up me several more times before I actually did really like it, but when I did you could see it on my face and the hear in my begging for a harder fucking.  That’s when he went crazy and very soon I was being driven wild by his pulsing climax in my bowels.  Then he pulled me from the floor spun my as around bent me over for the camera and said, “This is some great ass guys.  You should write his wife an email now and ask for a piece. A-1 Grade A and absolutely tight as a drum.”

By the time he finished with me on camera, I was his.  He washed in the bath tub after that then brought me a pair of pink shorts he bought for me and white pair of flip flops.  Then he dried me off, dressed me up and took me home to fuck my wife. 

When we got there he didn’t knock but used my house key.  She was upstairs alone watching the video feed again, and playing with her chubby hole as he walked in with me in his arms and announced; “Now it’s your turn bitch!”

Taking her by her long red gown, he yanked her from her seat upwards then he stripped her completely and held her naked body as he kissed her mouth, and I sat on my knees caressing his ass and undressing him for her.  Soon his cock exposed was being moistened by her as I watched, and then I began to fondle her nipples from behind as I coached her to suck him better.  She did well enough allowing his cock to fill her mouth which I cleaned for her after he was clean.  She swished it to me and I calmly drank it from her until he ordered me to fuck her mouth.  So I stood up and stuck my cock in her mouth and as she looked up at me I face fucked her.  She was surprised at how well I did it.  Then with my cum rising he yanked me off and had me blast her tits.  I was then allowed to suck them and clean them while they kissed.  She was excited enough by this time, and when made me suck him hard, I gladly obeyed.  She watched and I saw her twitching and sighing and then heard her cum.

She was already working on a second wave when he drove in her and fucked like the bitch she is.  He was ruthless with his pounding of her making fly every which way while he did her.  She came on his cock at least twice, maybe more.  Then she begged for him to cum in her and he did.  As she watched me clean out his cum from her pussy she asked him, “Which one do you like most?”

“Your bitch husband of course.  He’s mine now.  I am his owner and master.  If you want to enjoy him you have to pay me for it.  If not, I’m sure some women will do you for free,” as he smacked her face and pulled her hair.

She smiled at him and said, “Then take him with you.  Fuck him for me on the net tonight and every night so I can cum and you can keep him.”

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