d one I wanted. I headed straight for the only girl among the touts. Dark haired, slim and with welcoming eyes she asked me quietly if I needed somewhere to stay. She told me it was high up, away from the tourists and that it was cheap. The remoteness sounded inviting to me and I imagined her visiting to make the beds, maybe staying after to unmake them with me too, if you see what I mean.

              Then she introduced me to her father and she passed me over to him as if I was a bag of shopping. Before I had a chance to flirt or even ask her name, she was back into the crowd of new arrivals touting for business again. The father grunted something at me in Greek and indicated a truck. As I started to climb up into the back with my rucksack he took my luggage from me and lifted it in as if it weighed nothing. I was mainly full of college books I had yet to read and they weighed a ton. Before he could give me the same treatment I scrambled in, afraid that if he lifted me in his grip I’d be crushed. He was at least six foot, about forty five years old I’d say judging from the flecks of grey in his moustache, but his muscles practically ripped his shirt as he manoeuvred my rucksack into the flat bed.

            I smiled as best I could, already worrying about where he was going to take me, and what he might do. I’m pretty tough, I work out and play football, but there was no way I could defend myself against the father should he turn nasty.

            But I needn’t have worried. He drove me up through an enchanting village, honking his horn at the locals and waving from the cab. He seemed pleasant enough, and when we reached the house he was as charming as you could wish for. He showed me around, agreed the very low price his daughter had promised, and told me that he could always be found in the village if I needed anything.

            Two days later I ran out of water. I had got to know my way around by then and had no trouble tracking him down in the village. I explained that the tap had suddenly run dry and asked what I could do about it. He told me, in broken English, that the house occasionally had this problem but it required him to come and fix it. He would come up in the afternoon, if I could manage until then. We made an arrangement that I would leave the front door open and he could let himself in. He’d only need about ten minutes to do something with the water pump outside and then he’d be off, shutting the doors behind him so I’d know he had been.

            That sorted I went back to the house to collect my things for the beach. It was September, the weather was still hot and, coming from the cold climbs of North Yorkshire, I was not used to such heat. It drained my body, emptied me of moisture and, since being in Greece, had led me to understand why the locals took siestas in the hottest part of the day. By the time I’d returned to the house and packed my beach bag it was just after noon and my body was weary. The beach was a mile away and by foot, at that time of day, was a hard slog to get to and from.

            I decided that I would go later. Right then I needed a sleep. I could wake up feeling refreshed later in the afternoon and the heat would have died a little. I threw my soaked tee shirt onto the chair and flopped onto the bed. Remembering that the landlord might call I decided to keep my shorts on. He shouldn’t need to come into the bedroom but just in case…

            Before long, drowsiness came over me and I felt myself drifting. Far away I could just make out the sound of birds chattering, a goat bleating somewhere on the mountain above and the occasional vehicle passing in the valley far below. Through approaching sleep my mind flashed up images of the daughter wading out of the cool sea, her hair falling long across her shoulders, water dripping from her breasts and running in little streams down her soft, naked flesh. My cock was pressing against the bed beneath me but it would have to wait until I woke up. Maybe I’d have more dreams of her as I slept and would wake with new images I could recall when I beat myself off later.

            I don’t know what I dreamt about but whatever it was, it was interrupted by a sound from the next room. I didn’t jump up in panic, I knew it would only be the dad come to fix the water and allowed myself to remain in that half sleep where you know what is going on around you but couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. Almost paralysed in a numb, contented way. And then I drifted back into afternoon dreams.

            I heard breathing in the room; someone was standing behind me, over me and watching me. I heard a quiet cough and ignored it. It was o.k. Only the landlord letting me know he’d finished and was leaving. I heard the rustle of material and a gentle clatter of a belt buckle. The dull thud of boots being kicked off and discarded. More breathing and then the sound of clothing being dropped to the floor.

            The mattress beneath me moved as if someone was putting weight on it and I dipped slightly to one side, and then the other. Someone was kneeling at the foot of the bed. But dreams are meant to be like this I thought; real and yet safe. New experiences happen in dreams and, because they’re not real it doesn’t matter. I drifted further into the comfort of sleep feeling only a presence behind me and security that I was in safe hands.

            Hands that touched the soles of my feet and slid them to one side, parting my legs gently, and allowing cool air to explore around the tops of my legs where my football shorts hung soft and silky around my thighs. Cooling air that dried the sweat gathering behind my knees and chilled my flesh. I felt my ankles get taken in large rough skinned, wide hands that gripped just tightly enough to pin my legs to the bed. And the hands started to slide upwards, gently massaging my muscles, sending me further into nowhere land and sending shivers of pleasure through my sleeping body. They reached the back of my knees and a strong finger pressed into the flesh there. I’d never felt a sensation like that before, either asleep or awake and it felt good. A stronger, tougher finger joined it and made small circles, all the time pressing and massaging.

            And then I felt the hands slide further up until they gripped my upper legs, just below my shorts. The tips of the rough fingers slid in under the material and played on me, one after the other in a slow rhythm, pressing one at a time in sequence. The hands started kneading me there; a little more pressure was applied as they moved higher up under the material until they pressed on the bottom of my cheeks, sliding to the sides as if to feel everything that was there. The hair on the back of my legs was standing up now, something was telling me that this dream was going in the wrong direction and that I should wake up. But another part of me was being lulled, hypnotised by the gentle stroking of rough hands, sending me further into a place I’d never been before and I was enjoying it.

            My shorts were being taken down. My cock, still rock hard, was pressing its circumcised head against the waste band, caught there as the shorts were dragged away. My arse lifted of its own accord, freeing my cock and allowing the shorts to be removed completely. I felt the hands start at my ankles again, slowly sliding up the back of my legs until they held one cheek apiece. There they paused, holding my arse in a strong, not to be resisted, grip.

            Something made me part my legs further. I don’t know if I did that or if the unseen dream-force moved them but they spread. And I knew that the hands were spreading the crack of my arse and opening it to the afternoon air and allowing the unseen visitor to get a full view of my flesh, my light blonde hair covering the white, smooth skin that gave way to a darker recess where my tight hole was now being watched.

            And then these big hands were on my sides, holding me by the hips as two powerful thumbs rolled and massaged my arse cheeks, pulling me open and then pushing me closed as I felt myself being lifted from the bed. This inside of my legs brushed against something else, something new. I felt coarse hairs scrape at my skin as I was pulled back and up, felt hard muscles against my inner thigh while all the time the vice like grip that controlled me allowed no resistance, and yet the grip was gentle and careful.

            I realised something. Through my sleep I knew what was going on and I knew that I should wake up. But I also knew that it was too late. I stood no chance of escape even if I was awake. Asleep I could imagine that this was still a dream and that this was not happening.

            But when I felt breath on my arse cheeks I knew it was happening. I kept my eyes closed and I kept still. Allowing him, as it was definitely a him, to do whatever he was going to do. It didn’t matter; I was asleep so this was not happening.

            The breath suddenly became warm and moist and I felt the rough hair of a moustache above a pair of soft lips. I was being kissed, first on one side and then the other. The hands had drawn me up to a face, my balls hung free in the air and my cock stuck out into the empty space beneath me. And I felt the kisses turn to licking, a smooth, hot tongue was drooling across the light furriness of my backside, pausing now and then to kiss. And to take a gentle bite. Teeth in a powerful jaw dug into me just enough to tell me that resistance would lead to pain; compliance would result in something more rewarding. I could not resist. I knew who this was and I had seen his strength. I realised that asleep or awake I belonged to the dad now, and that was that.

            My thoughts were interrupted. The mouth and the moustache had moved, centred in on my crack, right at the top. And they were now moving downwards. My heart raced, I knew where he was going. My crack was pushed wide by the rough stubbled chin and the heat from its scratching was intensified by the heat from the mouth that licked and bit as it pushed harder against me. Until I felt something press against my hole. It clamped up tight, nothing had touched it before and its reaction was instinctive. I felt something wet and hard jab at it, a tongue, but still it resisted.

            Until the tongue stopped jabbing and its action became one slow, gentle, wet push. In a circular motion it nudged cautiously against the tight puckered flesh of my hole, teasing it, tempting it to give in. My heart raced on, knowing that I wanted to give in but not knowing how to make my body obey. And then I stopped worrying. I realised that my body would obey, it had no choice but to give in to the tough, experienced action of the older body that controlled it. And once I realised that I felt my sphincter relax and his tongue slid into me.

            I couldn’t help but moan as I felt the heat and force of that tongue as it tickled my insides. Parts of me that had never been touched before reacted to his probing and sent signals to my brain. I pushed back, my body pushed back, of its own accord, wanting now to see what it felt like to have him reach further up into me. His stubble rubbed against me, between my arse and my balls and my flesh there burned red hot as it scraped. Above his hot mouth his moustache pricked at me and his nose dug into the top of my crack. And all the time his hands held my hips and his fingers plied at my inexperienced flesh.

            I don’t know how long he kept his tongue in me, how long he feasted on my innocent arse with his mouth, but I knew that I didn’t want him to stop. Not until my cock, now painful, had spat and emptied my balls. But his mouth released me and my hole contracted as his tongue slipped out. My insides felt wet, warm and for the first time I was aware of what lay within me. But the grip on my hips did not lessen. Instead it pulled me higher, lifting my arse up and towards the furriness of the man who knelt behind me.

            Up until I pressed against his hairy flesh and felt the downy hair of my arse tangle with the coarse fleece of the older man’s strong thighs. And then something was lying against my crack. Something solid, thick and awesome rested there. And something soft and large swung against my balls. I felt his balls touch mine, sending a sliver of electricity up and into my cock head. They felt so huge against me and I felt so inadequate, immature, inexperience. I did not know what to do but I knew that he did, and that was o.k. He would take care of me.

            Our balls rubbed together, his firming up while mine hung low and heavier with the juice that was gathering there. His hips circled, pressed and the solid shaft of meat that lay heavy against my arse slipped up and down through my crack. Each time it slipped a little lower and each time his thumbs pulled back on my cheeks, opening them a fraction further. Until I could feel his hard shaft press against my moist hole, teasing it as it slid over it, dragging his big balls with it until they brushed over my sphincter and his cock head dribbled dampness on the small of my back. And then down again until his balls rubbed against mine and the sticky, hot head of his cock touched my hole for the first time.

            His thumbs parted my cheeks, spreading them wider then ever before, and his hands gripped my hips with more force. His cock head pressed into my tight hole and I willed it to open up and allow this man inside. It resisted, he pressed harder, I felt his wet cock head open my hole a fraction. His cock felt like a steel bar as it pushed against my resistance. I tried to relax. He tried to enter. My arse resisted. But it lost the battle.

            With a gut wrenching, searing hot scream my sphincter was forced open and the thick mass of flesh pushed its way in. My hole tried to tighten but only made itself tighter for him. Now his head was in, there was no stopping him. My resistance spurned him on and he entered me with one slow, endless push that drove the wind from my lungs and the pain from my arse.

            I felt his balls bang up against mine and felt him rest there. My heart raced on my body adjusted to the pain. He took a pause; my breathing calmed and my muscles relaxed. All the way up inside of me I could feel the thick, pulsating shaft of the man’s cock and I gripped it, tightened my sphincter around it and then let it relax. Doing this gave me back some control and my body quickly learned that this was o.k. I didn’t need to resist anymore. He was in me and I was his.

            He started to draw it out of me, I felt his swollen head drag back along my insides, sliding along the lining until the ridge of the head pulled back against the inside of my sphincter. But there was no release, he did not leave. Instead he drove back down on me again, pushing himself back to the hilt and ramming against something inside of me that shot stabs of pleasure to my cock and made it jerk. And then he was pulling back again, all the time his strong hands held me around the waist and his powerful thumbs pummelled my soft cheeks. He thrust back in and his balls slapped up against mine with such force that I felt them bounce painfully. And the force of his thrust lifted up my hips, pressed my head deeper into the mattress.

            And then his hands moved. He had me pinned to the bed, my arse up in the air and my cock hanging free beneath. He grabbed my chest with both hands, gripping me in a bear hug from behind and, with a low growl, pulled me up and back into his lap.

            I could not control the noise I made then as I felt myself fall back, impaled on his spear of a cock as he sat me on him. It felt like his shaft would reach into my chest as I felt my arse spread wider and his cock buried itself deeper than it had so far. His arms wrapped around my chest and for the first time I opened my eyes. I saw his hairy forearms, thick with muscles, strong and dark. The hands that had held me were huge, fingers long and the skin rough. But they were protecting me. He rested me there, pressed me against his broad, hairy chest and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel his heart pound through his ribcage and knock against me, could feel his furry chest brush against the smoothness of my back and I felt safe.

            Safe enough to lift myself up until his cock was once again only just inside of me. And then I slid down on it, controlling the speed, letting myself get fucked at my own pace. Felt him enter all the way until my balls, tiny in comparison, were pushing down on his. And then I wriggled a little, with him buried inside me, squeezed my sphincter, learning how to give him pleasure before I lifted again, and then sat slowly down on that arse splitting tool and swallowing all of him inside me.

            He let me do this a few more times before he remembered he was in charge. He bent me back on the bed, on all fours and pulled himself right out of me without warning. My hole snapped shut and I gasped. Before I had a chance to realise what he was doing he had spun me around, dragged my legs over his and lifted me up. My cock rubbed against the hair on his chest and then his stomach as he held me beneath the arms, lowered me down until his cock head was touching my hole again. And then, as if he was simply putting me down, he slid me over his shaft. He continued to hold me under my arms as if I was a dummy and used all of my body to wank himself with. Lifting me up without effort and then dropping me sharply onto his cock. Each drop down sent a spurt of pleasure up inside me, made me grunt, made my balls slap against the thick bush of fur that matted at the base of his shaft. I had to hold onto him, my arms fell around his neck and I clawed at his iron-like shoulders. His hands slipped up and around my back so that we were hugging, and still he gripped me, slid his hands down to my hips again and lifted me from there.

            Lifted me up the full length of his shaft until his head was almost out of me. Then pushed me down again so that my insides were filled with his thick, swollen man cock, his huge head pushing against something inside of me that sent new sensations to my cock. My balls tightened further now, almost vanished inside of me as my cock started to itch deep down below. He lifted me, slammed me onto him, lifted, slammed, impaled me, faster and harder each time. I clung onto his back and smelled the sweat that now poured from him, felt his damp hairy chest slither against mine, felt his vice like grip on my waist as he pounded me. My knees gripped tighter around his solid body as I was slammed down onto him in a quickening rhythm.

            He grew even fatter inside of me, his cock threatened to rip my insides and he started to grunt. His face pressed into my shoulder, his nails digging into my sides. My cock rubbed against his bushy stomach, harder, rougher, getting sore, getting close. He lifted, pounded, and used my slight young body to wank his thick, dark cock. I clawed at his fur; he dug into my smooth skin as he slammed me down.

            And then he just held me there, pushed my hips down onto his lap, kept me there as my balls gave up and started to release the juice that they had been building up. His face pushed mine off his shoulder; he looked me in the eyes. His mouth clamped down against mine and he bit on my lips. His tongue forced its way into me as my cum forced its way out of me. I felt it slip through my cock and spurt out into the dark hairs on his stomach. I felt it jerk against his older flesh and splatter him. And, at the same time I felt his cock swell inside of me, well and then jerk. He grunted into my mouth, pressed me into him, grabbed my arse with both of his hands and pulled my arse cheeks so wide I could feel the skin stretch. His tongue thrashed around in my mouth and his cock exploded deep in my gut. A hot wave of cum hit me deep inside, I felt it sear against my flesh in there, it almost winded me. And then another, stretching my guts as it fought for space inside my tightly packed hole. I spurted onto his furry chest again, and he shot another load up my smooth insides. His hips convulsed, thrust up to me as another spurt splattered out and into me, and my balls spat out over him once more. I cried out, tears starting to drip from my screwed up eyes, I heard him growl, felt him shake as he pressed me down around he soaked cock that was blasting within. My grip on him tightened, I hugged him, felt the strength in his back as he jerked again and again.

            My insides burned with the heat form his juice and from the rough pounding he had given me. My cock still ached but it was empty now. It pressed against his wet, hairy stomach, spent and useless as his jerking subsided. His kisses became more gentle, his grunting calmed and our bodies started to relax.

            He held me. I kept my eyes closed. He lifted me gently from him and I could feel his juice seeping from my battered hole. He sat me down, pushed me gently back and stretched out my legs. I felt my cock fall soft and wet against my stomach, felt my balls, now emptied, slip back down to hang beneath. He took my ankles, turned me and returned me to my front.

            He ran a solid, rough palm across my arse cheeks, gripped one and shook it. Slapped it gently. And then I felt the tickle of his moustache as he kissed me there.

            And then he was gone. I felt a weight lift from the bed and heard a quick rustle of clothing, the clatter of a belt buckle and the soft shutting of the bedroom door.

            I lay there, drifting in and out of sleep. My arsehole burned and dribbled, my insides were wet, the flesh around my hips was sore and roughened and my cock head throbbed painfully. And the last sensation I remember before I drifted back to sleep was the brush of his moustache against my smooth cheek.

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argin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify">The streetlight flashing past on the edge of town soon started to have a hypnotic effect on me and, by the time I was out in open country, I felt my eyelids starting to get heavy.

            ‘Well that was a waste of time and fucking money,’ I said to myself as I tried to stifle a yawn.

It started to dawn on me that I probably wouldn’t make it home without having some sort of accident after all, it was getting near impossible to fight off sleep. I was approaching a place called ‘Cider Woods’, a pick nick and parking area set back from the road and hidden among trees and decided to stop there for a sleep. Once recovered I would carry on home. It seemed like a good plan at the time.

It was a hot, August night. The air was still and thick with heat and, once the air conditioning went off in the car I started to sweat uncomfortably. There had been no other cars in the car park, it was well after midnight and I had parked up in the most secluded part so I judged it o.k. to strip off, put the diver’s seat right back and lie down. I was still up tight at not finding trade and still needed to jerk off before I could properly settle down. I turned on the interior light, took one of my one-hander story books from the glove compartment, and had a read.

I’m a top, always heave been, I have never had anyone touch my arse apart from the occasional rimming, and I like reading stories about other tops. How they give those smooth young bottoms something to scream about as they pound their asses with their huge hairy meat. I’d only read a few pages before I spurted over my stomach and chest. That really finished me off. I chucked the book on the passenger seat with my clothes, flicked off the light and more or less passed out.

I don’t know exactly how much time had passed, but I was suddenly woken by a sharp tapping on the window. It took me a moment of grogginess to realise where I was and that a torch was being shone through the glass and into my face. And then I heard a deep, growling voice that made my blood freeze.

            ‘What do you think you’re doing?’

I shielded the light from my eyes enough to see the face. A slightly overweight police officer with a thick moustache and a sarcastic grin on his face was looking into the car and searching around it with his flashlight.

            ‘Oh, hi..’ I stammered as I sat bolt upright, trying to adjust the car seat. ‘I stopped because I was tired. It was dangerous for me to drive on…’

            ‘Is that so?’ the policeman’s gaze returned to my face before slowly travelling down my body, following the trail made by his flashlight.

I remembered that I was naked, swore and made a grab for my clothes.

            ‘Don’t touch anything and get out of the car.’ His voice had lost its sarcastic edge, now it was full of menace and he was opening my door.

            ‘But I’m naked…’ I tried to say. I was embarrassed and starting to get worried.

            ‘Just get out of the car now,’ he ordered. ‘And leave those clothes where they are.

A strong hand landed on my shoulder and started to tug me from safety. I climbed out, trying to cover my modesty with my hands, and stood there looking at my feet. I remember thinking ‘it’s cooler outside than in the car,’ before my scrambled thoughts were interrupted.

            ‘Hands down by your sides,’ the policeman barked.

            I nervously moved them as he told me to. I felt a slight breeze brush against my balls which tingled and shrank right up.

            ‘Well now,’ he said grabbing me abruptly by my hair. ‘What do we have here?’ He pushed my head back to stare straight into my face. ‘What have you been up to lying there naked? And with… what’s that? A queer porn mag lying open on the seat next to you. You some kind of pervert?’

            ‘No,’ I protested. ‘I undressed because it was so hot, I told you I had to stop or else I’d have had an accident.’

His expression did not change and my confidence waned.

‘I’d been out at a bar and… well, I wanted to… That is…’

He smirked, his moustache rose slightly on one side and he turned his head.

            ‘Hey Mike,’ he called back into the night. ‘Looks like we’ve found us some kind of pervert.’

It was then that I realised that there was more than one of them. I saw a figure walk across the headlight beam of the police car and approach. He was slightly younger than the officer who still held me by the head and was more muscular, better built. When he came close enough I could see a face sneering from behind a dark beard.

            ‘Fucking pervert,’ he spat as he looked first at me and then at the older cop. ‘What you gunna do with him sir?’

I was starting to get scared now and tried to say something in protest at the way they were treating me.

            ‘Shut up and speak only when told to, scumbag,’ the older officer clipped my ear. ‘I reckon we should check him over and make sure he’s not hiding anything. Get over here.’

His powerful fingers twisted the hair at the back of my neck as he pushed me around towards the back of the car. I was shoved hard and nearly stumbled but he gripped me like a vice and pointed me to face the boot of the car.

            ‘Now bend over that boy, I want to see if you’re hiding anything…up there,’ he pushed me roughly down.

            ‘You can’t do this…’ I tried to resist but he was too strong and bent me over.

            ‘Say one more word boy and I’ll make you very sorry,’ he hissed sharply.

He pressed my face side on to the metal of the boot, held me there and shouted, ‘Mike, check what’s in the car and bring it out. All of it.’

I knew what was in there and I knew that them finding it wouldn’t do me any favours. I tried one more time to speak.

            ‘Look…’

            Smack! A sharp slash of pain stopped me dead. And then another. Smack. He had spanked my arse so hard I nearly had the wind knocked out of me.

            ‘I told you not to speak didn’t I? You piece of shit.’

Another three, really hard hits brought tears to my eyes. I heard the sound of the slaps echo into the deserted black woods around me. I was totally helpless. And my arse was stinging like mad. Abruptly he stopped and said, ‘that’s just for starters. Do as you’re told and it might turn out fine. Time to look up that arse of yours and see what you’re hiding.’

Oh God, no! I thought. Nobody had ever been there, I’d never allowed it. I was a top, always, I’d never let anyone get that kind of power over me.

            ‘Stay in that position and don’t move lad,’ he ordered.

I felt him squat down behind me and his rough hands started to part the cheeks of my smacked arse. Parted them so far I thought I would split.

Suddenly I heard a thud and the rattle of metal hitting the ground just behind me.

            ‘You were right sir,’ the other cop said. ‘He is a pervert, a fucking queer. Look at all this stuff.’

The one in charge must have looked at what had been tipped from my bag, my ‘overnight gear’, but he kept my cheeks spread as far apart from each other as was possible as he said, ‘holly shit! You are one sick mother…’ Then he paused before saying, ‘mind you, some of this might come in handy.’

What was he on about? I knew what had been in the bag, I knew what hey were looking at, and I knew the kind of things I did with it, on my subs. I was nervous, I lost control and farted.

            ‘You dirty bastard,’ the older cop shouted.

He stood up quickly, put one hand on the middle of my back and slapped at my right arse cheek with his other. Smack. Smack. Smack. And then he changed hands and attacked the other side. Smack. Smack. Smack.

‘Do you think you’re clever? I’ll teach you not to be clever with me,’ he grunted with the rhythm of his smacking.

My arse felt red raw and with every slap my groin was pushed into the hard steel of the back of the car. Even though I was scared shitless my dick seemed to have a will of its own. It grew harder with every smack.

After several minutes of constant spanking the policeman finally said, ‘that’s enough for now.’ He was hardly out of breath. ‘Have you learned your lesson boy?’

‘Yes sir,’ I gasped back weakly.

‘Good lad. That’s what I like to hear.’ He ran the palm of his hand over my hot, swollen arse. ‘Mike, pass me that Hot Lube.’

My mind started to race again. What was he going to do now? I didn’t have time to think further, he answered for me buy pulling my left arse cheek painfully to one side.

            ‘Like I said I’m going to see if you got anything hidden up inside that smooth skinned arse of yours. I’ve put this cream on my fingers and I’m gunna inspect you now. Don’t move. Mike, you keep these rosy cheeks apart for me so I can get a proper look.’

            ‘Sure thing sir. Don’t mind if I do.’

I felt ‘Mike’ put his solid hands on my arse and spread my cheeks open. I couldn’t believe what was happening. And I couldn’t believe that my cock, now fully stiff, was starting to leak.

The older policeman put his finger straight on my hole and started spreading the lube around the rim. He was unexpectedly gentle, in contrast to the rough spanking he’d just dealt me and this caught me off guard. I let out a small moan of pleasure. Before the sting of the hot lube started to take effect and my hole clamped shut against the pain.

But then his finger was pressing against that puckered entrance, the gel allowing him to force his finger tip just inside. Then he started to rotate it.

All of a sudden I realised that I was actually enjoying this. As long as they didn’t tell me to turn around and display the erection I was trying to hide from them. I knew that would mean real trouble. The fingertip was removed quickly and my sphincter felt looser than it had before.  

            ‘Hey Mike,’ he was saying, ‘get your head closer and have a good look at this.’

There was the sound of feet scuffling into another position and then, without warning, the finger was shoved back in. This time it felt like he’d jabbed me with all of it, I gritted my teeth and drew in a sharp breath. Once again the finger was rotated for a few seconds and then he started to pull it out. Before it was fully out though he slid it back in; making me wince. I felt it search around inside me. I felt the two cops so close behind me that their breath was hot against my glowing flesh. Out came the finger, nearly all the way, and then right back in again, a little further each time. I was aware of whispering behind me, I wondered what they were saying.

And then, without warning, two fingers were shoved deep inside me. The pain shot through me and I cried out. My protest was met by a few more slaps. This time, I guessed from Mike, they were harder, his hands were larger.

            ‘For good measure,’ I heard him say and my cock dribbled more precum.

            ‘Can’t seem to feel anything there,’ the one in charge said and I started to relax, thinking that this would soon be over. ‘Guess we’ll just have to look deeper.’

Deeper! What the fuck did he mean?

           

            ‘Stand up boy,’ the policeman ordered. He grabbed me by the hair again and pulled me up straight, turned me around.

My face felt as red hot as my arse as my hard on swung around and into view.

            ‘Jesus sir,’ I heard Mike say as he grabbed me by the shoulders. I had closed my eyes against my embarrassment. ‘Look at this, he’s been enjoying himself!’

            ‘Well, we can put a stop to that,’ the other one grunted. ‘We’ll take him in there, to the clearing behind those trees. We’ll finish the inspection there. You,’ he barked at me, ‘pick up this stuff and carry it.’

With that, Mike released me and kicked at the bag at my feet. I opened my eyes but did not dare look at the two of them. I quickly picked up my bag of gear before being shoved towards the blackness of the woods ahead.

            ‘That arse is really red raw,’ I heard the older guy whisper into my ear as we walked. ‘You enjoying this boy?’

            ‘Yes…no. No, I’m not….sorry…I…’ I was both excited and scared. ‘I’m confused.’

            ‘Good. You’ll be even more confused before long. Stand still.’

From what I could make out in the dim light of approaching dawn we had reached a small clearing in the woods. Not far from the car park and the silent road. A semi circle of trees stood around like voyeurs in a back room, shadows waited between their trunks and nothing moved in the stillness behind them.

            ‘Get on your knees and put your hands on the ground,’ I was ordered. ‘I have to finish my inspection.’

I dropped the bag and did as I was instructed.

            ‘What now sir?’ I heard Mike ask and there was an enthusiasm to his voice that I hadn’t noticed before.

            ‘I want you to inspect him this time,’ his boss directed. ‘I’ll keep those cute cheeks apart. You, spread your legs wider lad.’

I moved them slightly, pine needles and twigs sticking into my knees. A boot kicked against my ankle, there was the sound of quick movement and he shouted, ‘wider!’

A palm, feeling like a wooden paddle, landed hard against the centre of my crack, slapping hot air and flesh against my stinging kin. ‘Wider!’ Another slap right on the centre brought a dull numbness to my open hole. And then the numbness went and the soreness returned. I did as I was told straight away. I was trying to figure out what was happening, why I was enjoying this treatment and I was wondering what they were going to do to me next.

Then I felt hands spreading my cheeks wide open again and felt the night air rush around, trying to cool me down. But it did not stay there long. A thick finger started to invade my hole, this time the probing was more amateurish, compared to the boss’ treatment. Mike was rougher, quicker, not as sensitive. This time he shoved in right up to the hilt and I felt more pain than I had experienced before. I thought I would pass out; my breath was taken from me.

The finger rested for a second and then started to move; left then to the right and then in circles. And the pain started to go away as he slowly withdrew, opening me up more with his knuckles. I’d never felt anything like it in my life. Suddenly I didn’t want it to stop. My cock was rock solid and painfully swollen and my head was light and spinning.

Mike pushed in again with such force that my face was forced to the ground and another moan escaped from my dry mouth.

All at once the older policeman let go of my cheeks and moved around in front of me. He jerked my head up from the floor and made me look at him.

            ‘You enjoying having that finger up your arse then, eh? Are you getting off on it?’

            ‘I…’

            ‘Eh? Do you want more boy?’

I didn’t have time to answer as he ignored me and looked up to his deputy. ‘I think you should try using that on him,’ he was indicating something out of my sight and leaned away to reach for it. He turned back to face me again. ‘Let’s see if you still enjoy it, with this,’ he said and held up my own thick, black dildo before shuffling around behind me.

I knew I was in trouble. A finger hurt badly enough, I knew I would not be able to cope with a thing that size. I used it on my trade, I forced it into them, other people liked having that shoved in their insides. Not me.

Mike’s finger pulled out with a popping sound and I grunted at the sudden release. The next thing I knew I could feel the slippery, rubber end of the dildo sliding up and down my crack. I held my breath, screwed up my eyes and felt the deputy slowly start to push it in.

I wanted to scream the forest down. The pain was almost too much to tolerate and I felt as if my arse was going to split wide open. Mike started to apply a bit more pressure and another inch was forced in. Then he withdrew it a little and I breathed again. But then a quick shove, a searing hot pain and I realised that, so far, only the head had gone in. My hole clamped up around the rim of the rubber cock-head like it was trying to grip it, to stop it going further. But to no avail. I was in fucking agony as the thing was slid in another merciless inch.

And yet, at the same time, my cock was ready to explode. I’d never felt pleasure and pain like this before. Never felt the two things so perfectly opposed. I didn’t know if I could stand this without passing out but I did know that now I didn’t want it to stop.

I could feel Mike’s fingers scraping against my raw arse cheeks and realised that the dildo was all the way in. My breathing calmed as he rested there, letting me recover, and slowly the pain subsided. I adjusted, I relaxed and then all I felt was pure ecstasy.

And then the rhythm started. Slowly at first. Mike gently pulled the dildo back, I felt its wide rim pull at the inside of my sphincter, it relaxed and the rubber rod was free. Then he pushed it slowly back inside and this time my muscle let it in without resistance. I felt the shaft get swallowed as six inches of pleasure made itself at home, slowly, gently, smoothly. His fist met with my glowing flesh pushing my whole body forward, and he twisted the thing, scraping his knuckles against me before pulling it back out again.

His rhythm quickened, sliding it into me, twisting it, pulling it out. In again, his fist against my skin, I could feel the material of his uniform brush against my legs and I could feel his weight as he sat across one of my legs. And this time when he pulled it back out something remained. His other hand cupped my balls and began to play with them. He clenched his fist around them, unclenched, squeezed again.

            ‘I can’t believe how excited he is sir,’ I heard him say. ‘He’s really enjoying this.’

With that he slid his hand up the shaft of my rock hard cock and held it, one of his fingers exploring the precum that moistened the swollen head. That was almost enough to send me over the edge there and then but then I heard him say, ‘God, he’s leaking cum all over the place,’ as he slid the dildo back inside me.

            ‘Let’s see if he likes this then.’ The older cop had reappeared in front of me. He knelt down, grabbed my head and pushed it towards the solid bulge in his trousers.

            ‘I don’t need to remind you not to do anything stupid boy,’ he threatened while sliding his belt away from its loops. ‘You’re going to service my dick with that sweet, young mouth of yours. And if I feel any teeth I’m gunna thrash you with this, got it?’

I nodded. My mind was on keeping myself from coming as the deputy massaged my cock and kept up his slow fucking with the dildo. Before me the older cop pulled down his zip, reached inside with one hand and eased out his cock. I forgot about my own state when I saw it.

His circumcised head glistened purple in the half light and crowned a long, dark shaft contoured with thick veins. It grew out like a log from a thicket of black and grey pubes and beneath it he released a set of weighty, wrinkled balls. Taking his shaft in one fist he slapped it across my face a few times and then instructed me to put it in my mouth.

I licked his precum from the tip.

            ‘Any bitch can do that boy, suck it!’

Mike slapped my arse so hard I could feel welts coming up.

            ‘Suck his fucking dick. Suck it good you cocksucker.’

I opened my mouth as far as it would go, I stretched it, felt my lips pulled taught. I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to take the thickness of the meat that was before me, scared that I should scrape it and get more punishment. The boss pushed his sweat-smelling cock head into my mouth and I tried to take it all the way back. I only got half way before I had to breathe. I tried to back off but he gripped my hair tighter and pushed my head forward, impaling my face on his cock.

            ‘Take it, take my dick,’ he growled.

And I did. Going all the way down until my face was buried in the furry mass of his pubes. I breathed through my nose, sniffing in the smell of man sweat and the scent of his groin. I was forced to slide the thing in and out of my mouth, saliva started to lubricate my throat at last and I was able to take his whole length to the hot recesses of my throat. All the time Mike was matching the fucking my face was getting with the fucking of my arse. As the dildo went in so the cop’s cock was forced in. Mike was still pulling at my balls and torturing my cock with his powerful fingers. Each time I felt like I was going to shoot he would pull the dildo out and slap his palm across my arse, bringing me back from the edge for a split second while driving me ever closer to it.

After a few minutes the older cop’s grip on my head changed. It was not so rough anymore, now he was holding me, then letting me go, then grasping for me again. He started to grunt and his cock started to twitch inside my mouth.

Suddenly he pushed me away and sat back on his haunches, panting and wiping his forehead.

            ‘Here Mike,’ he gasped, ‘you want some of this boy’s mouth?’

            ‘Yes please sir,’ Mike replied eagerly.

My arse felt wide open as he pulled the dildo out for the last time. I heard it thud to the ground as he rustled his way around in front of me to change places with his boss. He stood before me and I looked up at his muscled body as he stripped. It was like he was giving me a chance to recover and enjoy the sight of him slowly reveal his hard thighs, his hairy legs and his cock. I thought the older cop’s cock had been big but Mikes, though not quite as long, was fatter. His balls were pulled up tight in anticipation though still swelled beneath the solid mast of flesh, loaded and waiting to empty.

As soon as he knelt down I was on him. I didn’t wait to be told, I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too. I savoured his taste, sweeter than his boss’, his cock smoother, his pubes softer but just as bushy.

Behind me the other policeman was investigating my arse with his fingers again, massaging my prostate and bring me to the edge of orgasm. He was not as controlled as Mike and before I could stop myself I shot my load. My cock exploded like a volcano at last and I felt a hot jet spurt up onto my stomach. The cop behind me slapped hard at my arse and I shot another load as I swallowed hard on Mike’s firm flesh.

            ‘I didn’t give you permission to come, boy,’ the older cop shouted and started to hit my arse with his belt.

This drove me to chew harder on the cop in front, my groans of pleasure mixing with grunts of pain as he forced my head down onto him. His hips thrust forward as his grip on my head tightened and the belt seared across my burning flesh. And then my mouth was filling with his hot juice as it splattered against the back of my throat. I tried to swallow but more came, filling my mouth as he jerked himself into my face, circling his groin against me and shuddering. His cum filled and dribbled from my mouth as yet more was unloaded into it until finally he slowly pulled it away from me. And when it was released into the cool dawn air it showed no signs of softening.

The lashing from the belt had stopped.

            ‘Get your head down lad,’ the strict voice behind me commanded. ‘I want to fill your arse with my dick.’

I was nervous again. His cock was thicker than the dildo and longer. I didn’t know if I could take any more without passing out. But I didn’t have time to think about it.

            ‘I’m going to fuck you raw boy, fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.’

I felt his heavy hands on the soreness of my arse flesh. They scraped their way around to grab my hips and held me there tight and unforgiving. Mike stood over me, one leg on either side and squatted so that he could hold my cheeks apart for his boss.

            ‘I wanna see this up close,’ he said as he gripped my sides with his knees, locking me into a position from which I could not escape.

I felt the end of the old guy’s cut cock nudge against my slick hole and a rush of panic spread through me. I stiffened, my sphincter clenched. But the monster shaft of cop cock broke it wide open again and slid right into me, up to the hilt until, with one heave, his huge balls slapped against me and nearly forced a second wad of cum from my own. There was no pain after that, just exhilaration and I wanted more as he pulled back. I pushed my arse down eagerly over his cock again.

            ‘I’m the one doing the fucking not you,’ he spat and spanked me again with a new force.

I gave in to him and he started to fuck me. Slowly at first. In, all the way, banging against my prostate, out again, pulling me back over him, sliding out. Teasing turned to pleasurable torture and I was ready to shoot again.

Then Mike was off me and kneeling in front of me, showing me a dark, hairy arse crack.

            ‘Lick this and shove your tongue right up,’ he ordered

I grabbed the pair of furry cheeks, pulled him towards me and buried my head right in there. I could smell his flesh, and the leather from the boots he still wore. Could feel the heat from his body and the heat from the one behind who was fucking me like a machine. On and on it went as the nightmare turned into a fantastic dream and air started to warm with the sun coming up behind the trees. Deeper drove the cop behind me, deeper went my tongue into the one before me.

Until Mike turned around again and showed me that his meat was ready for another sucking. I licked the dried cum from its tip, tasted it again, ran my lips along his shaft as the pounding on my arse intensified. I heard the other cop grunt, shout, ‘oh fuck, I’m coming,’ and felt his rod pull out from my battered butt before firing round after round of burning hot juice across my back. As he came he slapped my arse with his hand and then with his cock, wiping the rest of his jism into the hand prints his spanking had left on me.

            ‘Your turn Mike,’ he panted and came around to kneel in front of me again. ‘You, wash this spunk off my dick.’

He turned me over onto my back, fell onto all fours himself and dangled his still dripping cock over my face. I reached for it keenly with my tongue as I felt Mike lift my legs, push my knees back against my chest and, without warning, ram his wide shaft deep inside my gaping hole. I would have screamed at the savage pounding he dealt me but my throat was full of the older policeman’s cut cock. His balls were squashing on my eyelids and his hairy chest was rubbing against my smooth, flat stomach as he fell forwards, taking my stiff six inches into his own mouth. His moustache played against the downy covering of my tight balls as the back of his throat manipulated my sore cock head. But only for a moment.

            ‘Wank yourself boy,’ he ordered, pushing himself up so that he sat over my face. ‘I wanna see you cum while you eat out my arse.’

As I grabbed at my own cock and felt Mike’s grow wider and harder within me I gorged on the hairy arse hole that was pushing and rubbing in my face. I wanked myself in the same rhythm as Mike’s fucking while feeling the cop above me beating on his own meat, his balls slapping against his furry thighs.

                                                                          

And then Mike was puling out, I heard him grunting, his breathing now fast and shallow. And then he unleashed a thick torrent of hot cum over my balls sending me over the edge. I felt my own juice land on my chest where the guy above was unloading his second wad into the air. It landed on my stomach with another jet from Mike, and I came again, empty at last. The bear above me jerked once more and emptied himself onto my chest. His rough hands rubbed the spunk into my nipples as Mike rubbed his dripping cock around my spent balls.

We stayed in those positions for several minutes, until the sound of a car racing past on the nearby road brought us back to where we were. The sun was up behind the horizon and it was going to be another hot day. The older policeman slid back, allowing me to breathe more freely as I lay on my back staring at the white dawn sky. And Mike slowly lowered my legs back down, they ached, my whole body ached. My arse scraped against the rough ground and I let out a yelp.

The older cop laughed at me as he dressed. ‘What’s your name boy?’ he asked and at last his tone seemed softer.

            ‘Aaron,’ I replied, shifting my gaze to watch his now soft, fat cock being forced back into his uniform and wanting to reach for it.

            ‘When you see me next, Aaron,’ he said, smirking slightly. ‘And you will be seeing me again boy, you will call me Sir. I have a party on next week, at my house, with other… like minded policeman. You will join us there at eight O’clock sharp, or else…’

He left the sentence hanging as he fished out a card from his wallet and threw it down onto my chest.

Then the two of them simply walked off, leaving me there naked and sore, staring at the morning sky.

            ‘Wow, what a fuck,’ I thought to myself and smiled as I looked at the card.

Sure I would be there. But I might turn up five minutes late just to see what the ‘or else’ might be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ff, i was definetely in a horny mood. I found myself wishing in our silent moments that a hot babe would show up and let us do whatever we wanted to her! So, me and Derek started talking about that, and what we would do to this woman if she appeared magically. It was clear we were both horny.

Then, we slowly eazed into a conversation about doing stuff with other guys...

"If a friend proposed to you that he would suck your dick, if you sucked his, and he swore no one would ever know, would you?" I asked.

"I think so... i dunno. I would have to trust him alot, and know he would never tell." Derek replied. We sat in silence. Both thinking about what that meant.

"You know, your a good friend of mine. I trust you alot to talk about shit like that with you." I said, staring up at the ceiling. He agreed. AFter another moment of silence, i sat upright on the edge of my hamock, facing his laying  body. I reached out and pressed my hand on his blanket over his dick, witch i could feel was hard. He just looked at me.

"You swear you wouldnt tell anyone?" He asked. I knodded. I had to admit, as into girls as i was, i was very curious to see how giving head felt like. I had recieved it from a girl before, but only once.

I looked around, and saw it was dark and didnt see anyone. I leaned down on my knees by the couch, and lifted his blanket, and reached inside. His dick was out of his pants and hard as rock. I looked at him, and he just stared back wide eyed. I leaned my head under the blanket and could barely see his 5 inch penis. I just looked at it in my hand for a minute, and thought about what i was about to do. I leaned forward, and touched the side with my tongue. I felt Derek quiver. Then i licked the tip a little, and kissed it. I quickly pulled out from under, and led him quietly into my backyard.

In the corner of my yard, out of sight of the windows, was a large wooden work bench. A blanket was strewn over it, hanging down the sides to make a little fort inside we had been chillen in a while earlier, and eating snacks. There were lawn chars around it as well.

"Sit on one of the chairs, up against the table. Lay the blanket around your legs. This way, if my parents get up and look out here, they wont see me but they'll see you. You can say i went to the bathroom or something." I whispered. He agreed, and sat as i told. I crawled under the table and could see his legs sticking under. I crawled between them, and pulled his still hard dick out. I was about to give a blowjob. I couldnt beleive it. What would i do when he came? Did i want it in my mouth? We'll see.

I leaned between his thighs, and took his dick into my warm wet mouth. I heard him lightly moan. I sat and sucked, not sure how to do it right. I tried to remember how the girl had done it to me. I started move my mouth back and forth on his cock, sucking gently. I decided to use my tongue, and waved it under his dick as i sucked. He kept quivering and breathing heavily. It didnt taste so bad. Just like sucking my own finger only bigger. Then i started kinda getting into it.

I began to bob back and forth faster, sucking harder. I tried to go further down, but felt his dick kind of gag me. So i pulled back. I was determined to go all the way like in the porns i had watched. So i kept sucking and slowly going further down his dick. Spit was dripping from my lips, down my chin and his balls. It was very noisy, i kept making slurping and sucking noises. I was loving it! I began to want him to cum. I tried to deepthroat again, and choked hard. I pulled back, and spit out a mouthfull of saliva. He moaned. I leaned back in and licked the tip, and rubbed my wet lips on the head. Then i just sucked on the head while my hand was wrapped around the base. His hips bucked a little as i sucked.

I removed my hand and began bobbing down far and up again, sucking hard. Listening to my slurping and his little moans and deep breaths. His legs shook and i knew it was coming. I sucked harder, and faster. Then suddenly a thick, warm, gooey, salty blast hit the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled back, coughing. Another spat out and hit my cheak, and my lips. I leaned back again, not wanting cum all over my shirt and sucked on the head really hard, as a few more gobs popped into my mouth, on my tongue. I swallowed as much as i could. Then it stopped coming. I felt a little bit leak out, as i licked the tip in my mouth. His body stopped shaking and his moaning faded. I sucked a little more to drain it, and pulled back. He quickly climbed under the table with me, and looked at me wide eyed. His cum was dripping from my lips, down my chin.

"That was fucking amazing. You did hella good." He said. I smiled nervously, and whiped my face off on the hanging blanket.

"My turn dude. You owe me." I said, sitting back. But he laid down on his side, and closed his eyes. I was worried.

"Aaahhh! Man im tired. Cant we do it tomorrow or something, that hella killed me." He said. I was totally bummed. But at the same time i wasnt as bummed as i figured i'd be. I was surprised at my level of happiness. I felt some how done... as though sucking him off was my only goal. It was fun. And i guarantee i'd do it again.

THE END

ot! I wasn’t lucky enough to get the horny pregnant wife, so it had been a long time… Seven months!

 

I had my best friend over one night playing John Madden, and for years all of our games had been back and forth. This night, I happen to be down 17 going into the forth… We are men, so trash talking is a part of the game… I had been down by more and won, as had he! This night he was extra cocky… And in all his trash talking came him saying “if I loose, I will suck your cock”… And then spilled right into more standard trash talking. Now to be honest I was curious about men, but I didn't really even notice him saying that till later in the night… I was pissed as he was kicking my ass! His trash talking wasn’t helping!

 

Now, I ended up coming back and beat him with a 2-point conversion with no time left… I was the king once again and rubbing it in like no ones business! Oh did I ever trash talk! I mean I had to, as a level of revenge! Anyway, the game passed and the trash talking subsided… And we moved to other games for an hour or two… Anyway, it was probably 2am when we decided to call it a night… Turned off the consul… Tossed whatever mess we had made in the trash… Just before I was ready to get in bed, he stops me and says “so does this mean I am off the hook for the blowjob?” Now a lot of things went thru my head in an instant! Was he serious? A blowjob did sound nice! If I said no your not off the hook, would he think I was gay? But the main thought was, damn a blowjob after 7 months sounded fucking awesome! All I could think to say in reply was “well you did loose!” His reply was quick in saying, “that’s true, you got the best of me and a bets a bet.” The room was glowing blue from the TV turned to input, and as I walked back toward the couch I said “a bet is a bet, you do own me a nice long blowjob (and in a joking tone, with a serious nature)… Be warned, you suck my cock and you better fucking swallow” At first he didn't say anything, just moved off the couch into his knees on the floor… Then said “if I am going to do it, guess I better finish the job the right way!” His moving to the floor told me he was serious, it also gave my cock a nice little jump thinking I was finally going to get some head! I was now standing between him and the couch, and just because I had to say it I did ask “you sure? You don’t have to do this…” He once again replied quickly, “I am sure, I made the bet I will stick to it… Just sit down… I will take care of the rest.” I didn't really say anything, just sat down and back on the couch… First thing he said “well okay that was stupid, I had you sit before helping you out of your shorts”… And he reached up pulling them down to the floor as I lifted my ass of the couch. Now here I was thinking, shit this is going to happen… And at the same time hoping to all hell he wouldn’t see me already getting hard! I think I half expected him to start with a hand job… But, his hands moved to my thighs and stopped as he positioned himself between my legs… I watched for a moment as his head dropped, his lips wrapping around the head of my now hard cock… His tongue pushing at my piss hole… Slowly dropping lower taking every inch! He had a nice firm, yet soft lip grip on my shaft, his tongue now pressing at the underside of my head as he started his first stroke back up… I could feel his tongue flick as his lips reach my head, popping as they passed, moving back down slowly letting the underside of his tongue run over my cock…For a moment he pulled off letting my cock slap against my belly… Running his tongue sack to head before pulling my cock back up to the straight position… Now sitting straight up on his knees… Moving his lips back down around my head… Dropped down quickly to my sack… I could feel my head hit the back of his tongue, his position holding still… His tongue moving back and forth… Rubbing the underside of my cock…he slowly started to bob his head again, but this time he kept me nice and deep.. My head pushing at this throat before moving back… Just then, it struck me he was enjoying himself… More so, his little deep but very quiet moans finally came into the play of my ear… This of course put my guard down, and I could really now accept the fact I not only liked what he was doing, I loved it! Without even thinking my hand moved to the back of his head, and very gently pushed down… He now let out a nice deep, clearly hearable moan of approval… I don’t know what took over, I guess hearing his moan… Feeling his mouth, so sweet and warm… But my words just started to flow as my hand pressed a little hard… Some of the things I said still shock me to this day…

 

“God damn you can suck a cock”

 

“That’s it baby, take it… Fucking take it”

 

His head pushed back at my hand hard, releasing my cock from his lips… “Do you know how long I have wanted to suck you fucking dry?” I didn't even reply, just took his head and rammed by cock back between his lips…

 

“That’s it baby, you want it I will fucking give it to you”

 

His head bobbing up and down, his lips popping again back and forth over my head… Those nice slurping sounds filling the room…

 

“Uhhh yeah…. Uhh yeah… That’s it… Suck that cock… Fuck you suck like a good little bitch”

 

That seemed to strike a cord with him… His lips locking hard around my shaft, his tongue now digging at my piss hole before running down my shaft under the pressure of my hand…

 

“ohhhh is that what you want? You want to be my little cock sucking bitch?”

 

He of course couldn’t really reply, as his mouth was busy… He tried to pull his lips from the base of my shaft, but I held him firmly in place… His moans taking over… His mumbling yes… From the depths of his throat… My hand now slipped from the back of his head…

 

“Get it bitch, get it… I am going to fucking cum so fucking hard… Arrggggg fucking suck it.. That’s it…”

 

His head now bobbing sack to head… His tongue rolling back and forth, teasing my body… Teasing and pulled my pre-cum from my piss hole…

 

“god damn it… I am going to have you blowing me all the fucking time!”

 

His lips moved off my cock, his hand around the shaft holding my head into the air… “I will as often as you want, seriously any fucking time at all just give it to me!”… He took my cock right back between his lips… Sucking harder and deeper then before… I tend to have a lot of stamina… But good lord it was just to good to hold back any longer… My hand returning to the back of his head forcing him down… My upper body lifting off the couch as I pulled him on… Leaning over trapping his head under my hand and belly… I came as hard as I have ever cum… My hips tightened, my grip on his head grew firm… Locking him up in place as my body rocked letting out a grunt… I don’t cum in jets, but that’s not to say I don’t cum a lot in quantity… I could feel my cum fill his mouth as he struggled to swallow… My head jamming his throat…

 

“Ohhhhfuuuuuucking swallowing it… Take it…” rolled off my tongue…

 

Just as he found his nitch swallowing down the first mouthful, he pushed his head down further, milking the head of my cock… Now swallowing with easy… My seeping cum pulsing out… Right down his cock loving throat… My hand eventually moved away… My body fell back on the couch… But his lips kept working my cock as I shrank… His tongue flicking up and down my shaft before kissing my head… making sure he paid attention to every inch…

 

Once he was done and moved away, I stood and pulled my shorts back up… Looking down at him as I moved toward the door… I said…

 

“I will be back in an hour… Be awake… I want another one…”

 

His reply was right off the tongue…

 

“Oh god yes… I will be ready”

 

I paused a moment, and without even thinking said to him…

 

“Why don’t you make yourself more comfortable… I have this thing with your ass… I might want to fuck your bitch ass” and walked right out of the room…

 

Close of part one! Please, if you hate my story tell me… If you loved it… Tell me… I would love feedback either way… It wont change the facts of that night… But, I am interested…

le I'm in the kitchen, all I can think about is his huge boner. Just imagining myself in my cutest thong rubbing my ass back and forth on his huge dick. I'm so horny now, it's all I can think about.

I get back to my room and when I walk in he's sitting on my bed holding one of my thongs.
Shit!, I think to myself. I fucked up and left it out while I was jacking off. What the fuck am I going to do.

"Whose is this?"

"Oh, uh, must me my mom's.", I stammer. "It must have gotten mixed up in with my clothes."

"Bullshit. Theres no way your mom could fit into this. Do you wear this?"

"Yea.", I say, as I jerk it out of his hand. "It feels good. You gotta problem with it?"

"Nah. Hey, put it on for me. Let me see what you look like in it."

"No way man!"

"If you don't, I'll tell all our friends that you wear panties."

"All right, fine. But turn around."

He turns around and I take my pants off and put the thong on. It's a black sheer g-string. I can't fucking believe this is happening.

"Ok, you can turn around."

Jimmy turns around to take a gander. I see his jaw drop slightly. "Whoa, you look hot."

"No way!"

"No dude, really. Damn I didn't know you shaved your body. Turn around and let me see your ass."

I turn around and a second later I feel something poking in between my ass cheeks.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Yea. Does it feel good?"

"Fuck yeah it does. You know, my mom doesn't get home from work until 8 a.m. You wanna fool around?"

"Sure."

"Lay down on the bed."

He goes over to my bed and lays down. Wow, I can't fucking belive this is happening. My wildest fantasy coming true. I'm gonna have a real dick inside me. I climb up ontop and stradle him, placing my ass on his huge boner. I start grinding slowly back and forth on his dick.

"Oh shit.", he says. "That feels so good."

"Mmm, I know."

I keep slowing grinding him for a few more minutes.

"Ah man, quit teasing me."

I get off of him and he takes his sweat pants off, finally revealing his beautiful dick. It has to be at least 9 inches.

I take his cock in my hand and start stroking it, slowly.

"Oh, that feels good."

Then I start licking the tip as I stroke his cock. I slowly start to try to put the whole thing down my throat, but I just can't do it.

"I wanna fuck you so bad.", he whispers.

"Wait here."

I get up off the bed and grab some K-Y out of my drawer. I pull my thong out of my ass and lube myself up real good. I walk back over to the bed and rub some on his cock. His dick is glistening with the jelly all over it. I then stradle him again, pulling the string away from my asshole. I can feel the pressure of the head of his dick against my hole. This tip of his dick starts to go in.

"Shhh, ouch."

"Does it hurt."

"Yeah, a little."

I take it slow, little by little, until my ass cheeks are resting against his pelvis. I slide up slowly, and back down again, until my asshole is loose and I can really ride him.

"Oh God, your little asshole feels so good."

"Mmm, does it?"

"Oh, fuck yea."

After a few mintues I'm bouncing on his cock.

"Oh shit! Fuck me deeper man!"
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He starts thrusting upwards with my downwards motion, getting his huge cock as deep inside of me as possible.

"I wanna swallow your load, so let me know when you're going to cum."

I keep riding his thick dick for 7 glorious mintues.

"I think I'm coming now!"

I jump off of him and get his dick in my mouth just in time for his hot cum to fill my mouth. It taste so good. I'm so horny I keep sucking his dick with the mouthful of cum, only this time I take it all the way. I finally slide my mouth up off his dick, making a popping sound when I take it out. I then swallow the mouthful.

"Oh my god that was so fucking great!"

"I know. My legs are so weak from riding you. Man we need to clean up."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah. Let's go have some fun in the shower."

The End.