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Too Horned Up?

I can go months between sucking cock but when I want it cock becomes an overwhelming need that I have to satisfy quickly or it rules my every waking minute.



It had been about six months since I had last been with a guy and that was a very hot time. He had me on my knees quickly licking his balls and ass before ever allowing me to get to his hard cock. I can t say that I love to lick ass but I ll do it or anything else a man wants orally to satisfy him. Jeff always had me spend time on his ass and as far as he knows I love it.



Jeff is a pacific islander who has about a 5.5 inch cock. A perfect mouthful but I would like more whenever possible. My last time with Jeff ended with him shooting one of the largest loads of cum all over my face. He laughed his head off before allowing me to clean up. Yes demeaning but I am very submissive so I enjoyed it as well.



Now six months later I was getting the feeling that I would never find another cock to suck. My AOL haunts seemed to have the same guys as a year ago in the chat rooms. I am not looking for a gay guy when I need a cock. I prefer someone married whose wife will no longer go down on him. These guys are out there and readily available but I was just not finding one.



Finally I found an ad from a guy across town who only wanted a blow job… perfect! I sent an E mail and after a day he gave me his address and set up a time to meet. On the way over I called but didn t get him.



Finally just blocks away from his house he picked up his phone and told me exactly where he was. I pulled up and found him. His ad was a bit misleading. He wasn t 50 but about 65 with yellowish brown teeth and a three-day stubble on his face. He had just finished mowing his lawn and he smoked line a chimney.



It had been so damned long that I sat down on his porch and he handed me a beer while he lit his third cigarette. I was seconds away from getting up and literally running away when he looked at me and said Well get in the house damn it. I need to get sucked.



My sub side and need for cock took over and I walked into the most cluttered home I have ever seen in my life. Again I wanted to turn and run but he was behind me pushing me into his bedroom and then down on to my knees as he stepped in front of me.



He dropped his shorts and I saw a beautiful seven-inch thick hairy cock.



Come on buddy open wide for daddy he said and I did.



I took his cock head into my mouth first licking around it and noticed he was lighting up again and blowing his smoke into my face. The carpet was filthy and the TV he had just turned on was dusty. Again I wanted to run but he grabbed the back of my head and dragged it into his body filling my mouth and throat with his cock. I was being used and I loved it as much as I hated it.



After a few minutes of being face fucked he pulled off and said You re not very good a this are you?



As I tried to stand up and respond he jammed his cock into my mouth again and held my shoulders in place so I couldn t move. He was back to face fucking me for a few more minutes. Then he pulled out and lifted his huge balls up and told me to work on those for a few minutes.



I don t mind sucking balls so I tried to forget where I was and who I was with and started licking and sucking his balls. I loved it and noticed he was getting harder.



Then he turned around and told me to lick his ass. My stomach turned but I moved my face into his ass and started licking it. Not my ass boy my ass hole now stick your damned tongue up there where the sun don t shine.



I did as I was told. He had me lick his ass for about 5 minutes and when he turned around he was even harder. He slapped my face a few times with his cock before finally forcing it into my mouth.



He pistoned back and forth going deeper with each thrust. Another smoke and more fresh smoke in my face. I was smothering here but I was so horned up that I needed to continue sucking his cock. Actually the cock tasted great in my mouth.



After about 10 more minutes of this the old guy finally started to shake a little and his cock jerked quickly. Recognizing the signs I started to slowly back away so I wouldn t have to taste this guy s cum. I just wanted him to cum and then I could leave. I figured a face shot would be okay for him.



Listen boy. When you said you would suck my cock I expected you to do it to completion he said as he forcefully grabbed the back of my head pulling it into his body once again. Now swallow this load and I don t want to see a single drop slip out of your mouth or else.



The first shot caught me off guard. I forgot how hot a load of fresh cum can be and it seemed to be huge as well. After the second blast of cum I found myself swallowing just to be sure I didn t let any of it slip out of my mouth. My stomach turned but I was able to keep it down. The taste is hard to describe. Salty like bleach but with a terrible after taste to it. And it kept coming. Three more blasts and I swallowed two more times. The taste didn t get any better.



Finally he fell back onto his bed and I stood up looking down at him. Then looking around at this disgusting house I was thinking about how horned up I was before I got here and knew I needed to get out of here.



I bolted for the door listening to his laughter in the background. I ran across the street to my car looking for my car keys hoping they hadn t fallen out … finally finding them.



I was two blocks away when my cell phone started ringing. Without looking I answered it.



Hey boy I star sixtynined you to let you know I want you back here later tonight to give me another blow job.. and more.



I was in shock. This pathetic bastard thought I was coming back for seconds? No way. I was just about to tell him so when he said When you get done with my cock tonight I ll give you back your wallet and credit cards.



Panic set in as I checked my back pocket. Damn.



Oh be sure you brush those teeth he said. I want to be sure your mouth is clean before you take my tongue. I love making out with fresh meat.



My heat sank as I came to the realization that I might have to go back to that disgusting house tonight. Damn!

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Money on the Side Ch. 02-03

-Money on the Side Chapter 2.



Thursday was a tough day. After my audition for the job at the party house I had as instructed not masturbated for the entire week and by the time my last class Thursday ended my balls were too full straining against my jeans and my cock had not been fully limp for the entire day.



I packed my stuff in my backpack as instructed just casual clothes to lie around in and a pair of swim trunks for the pool and Jacuzzi.



I left my dorm and walked across campus in a misty rain that left bright halos around the streetlights and soaked my thick brown hair with cold water. And so I floated off campus that night a lone specter wandering in the swirling pink mist my mind burring with images from my audition and my heart pounding at the thought that my new job–my new life–as a prostitute in a gay brothel– was about to begin.



The bus line that ran into the city was all the way on the edge of campus and by the time I made it there I was shivering partly from the cold but also from the images flashing through my mind. And so I sat patiently on the bus with full balls and tingling nipples waiting for it to work its way downtown through the wet grey maze of the city.



Finally it deposited me at the city center and I made my way to the appointed corner just as the limo was pulling up. I didn t notice it until it stopped. No Flashy white stretch just a discreet charcoal grey with blackout tinting on the windows. It looked like old money. There was no driver to open the door just brief honk of the horn and I let myself into the back. The partition to the driver was up and there was nothing to see out the windows but it was warm in there and that was enough. On the seat was a note. Take off all your clothing and put it in your pack. The ride will be about two hours



It was a relief to be out of my wet things and once they were gone stowed safely with the rest of my day-to-day life in the little backpack I felt transformed. I stretched out on one of the long bench seats my bloated balls and cock lolling on my thigh savoring the warm black leather world around me insulating me from the cold wet night. I felt elegant. To know that I was the new prized piece of ass for this thing this money laden cult of man sex that my mouth cock balls and ass were now owned waiting to be whored out for the satisfaction of the most perverse of our fair city made me feel oddly…. at home. A geisha. A harem girl. Warm and pink flesh to be devoured. I was delighted. This was where I belonged a naked pearl in an oyster of luxury waiting to be harvested.



I floated along in my dreams until the car rolled to a stop and I heard the sound of a garage door closing. The door opened and there stood Jake in the same robe he had worn at my Interview earlier in the week.



So Baby welcome to the farm! I stepped naked from the limo into a carpeted garage. been good I see he quipped looking at my full balls and throbbing cock. Yeah the guys are gonna love you. We walked through a door and past a pool and jacuzzi before heading up to the main floor.



The house was done in classic brothel rich colors thick padded carpet and subdued lighting. Jake took me on a walking tour the fabulous party rooms at each end of the house with bars poles and several low padded sex stages for putting on shows or entertaining those who liked to fuck publicly.



The second floor boasted a dozen bedrooms all equally over decorated in themes from honeymoon suite to boudoirs in satin and velvet to dungeon. It was this last room that struck me the most–the china cabinet of toys paddles and such the hanging manacles and the smell of cum and leather we almost too much for me–and Jake must have noticed. He put his arm around me and whispered in my ear.



Yeah I thought you were the type for this. Don t worry we got plenty of tops in here on a weekend and I got a special look all planned out for your first night that ll drive those hardtops crazy so chances are you ll get to whore out in here before the weekend s over.



Now let s get you on the rack.



Before I could ask what that meant he led me up to the third floor. Here were bedrooms tastefully appointed in taupe with pillow tops and comforters. At the end of the hall he pointed out my room and then led me to the bathroom at the end of the hall. It was a cavern of ice-white tile and porcelain and inside stood two naked men in their 20 s with brush cut hair.



This is Darianna and Dereka–They re here to get you clean trimmed and ready then you can crash until party time Dave led me to a walk in shower with what looked like a gynecologists table in the middle of it. Hop up



I turned to the nearest of the men. Hi I m-



No. Jake cut me off no here you have only a fantasy name for a variety of reasons but mostly so you don t introduce yourself to a trick with the same name as his prick boss or kid or whatever and kill the moment. Should be something soft and a little kinky.



It just popped into my head. Mercy. My name is Mercy



Jake grinned. Man you re just gonna be a natural born partyboy aren t you?



I raised my eyebrows questioning.



This is a good time to go over a couple of other rules. Verbiage–all the guys who work here are Partyboys . And that s how you refer to other employees here. Never whore or anything like that. Just Partyboys. Next rule: NO disparaging the other partyboys in any way. Ever. You do it once you re outta here. We are 100% supportive of each other so we all feel great about ourselves our bodies and having lots of hot sex. Compliments only and when complimented compliment back. Believe me it shows in your work. Finally: You only know each other by your fantasy names and you only know each other here. You run into another Partyboy out in the daylight world YOU DON T KNOW HIM. You don t say Hi nod make eye contact NOTHING! Also no relationships with the other partyboys outside the house.



For the next few hours Darianna and Dereka worked on me inside and out soaping and rinsing me repeatedly shaving and trimming oiling and primping me.



When they helped me to me feet and led me the full length mirror I was stunned. My hair had red highlights subtle and textured all my body hair was gone except for a small heart shaped patch over my cock and my finger and toenails were a deep deep pink and with all my pubic hair gone my cock and balls looked huge.



I walked back into the bedroom and was shocked to find that the clock on the bedside said 6:12AM! I had been traveling and being prepared all night. I was asleep as soon as I pulled the down comforter over me.



Chapter Three



I woke to the sound of laughter in the corridor. I stumbled out of the room to find the corridor filled with 20 or so other guys my age in various thongs silk panties stockings leather even one guy coming out of the bathroom in a pink bathrobe and bunny slippers.



Haven t seen you before what s your name? Said a short red head with an impish face.



I m…uh…Mercy



Great Name I m Shell. Great Dew and your Cock is GORGEOUS! First weekend?



I Nodded flustered that I had wandered into the hallway naked. Then I realized that if you can t let it hang in this crowd….I also remembered the rules.



Um you re….ah…really pretty too Shell you have a pretty ass.



Anytime you need it it s your s baby doll. But you better get in the bathroom first call is in 15 Have Fun!



I went back to the bath where Darianna and Dereka were waiting for me. It only took them a few minutes to re-cleanse and lube me then they sent me back to my room and told me to wait there for Jake.



He entered in the ever-present robe with a bag under one arm and sat on a chair opposite my bed. OK kid I m going to get right to it since this is your first time I want you to play up the virgin thing right? Ok I got you a thong and stockings in white lace and a veil with strappy white heels. I know it sounds campy but I know what these guys like right? Right. Now get dressed and let s hit it!



He stared at me as I smoothed the stockings onto my legs and pulled the thong on. By the time I had the shoes on he had a full-blown hard on peeking out from between the flaps of his robe.



I have to cuff you now. His hands were shaking as he strapped the black leather cuffs around my stocking clad ankles my wrists and finally he stood behind me his hot hard cockhead brushing my asscheeks as he fastened the collar around my neck.



Man you are one hot little bitch I could really pump a load into your little pussy right now…but I think we better save that for the customers. I m going to walk you down and get you started. We ll have a drink at the bar and I ll introduce you around.



He took my arm like a boyfriend and walked me downstairs.



The scene in the main party room was shocking to me. On the main bed/stage a guy was tied facedown under a backlight while a small crowd had gathered around and was taking turns fucking his ass with different sized white dildos while at the other end of the bed a rough looking biker type held him by the hair and was fucking his face with a fat red cock. Several men chatted idly at the bar sipping drinks while more partyboys on their knees sucked on their cocks. Other Partyboys in thongs and heels were dancing on the bar teasing the drinking throng. The patrons as the customers were called all wore white terrycloth robes and more than a few wore masks as well owing to a need for anonymity.



Jake walked me up to the bar and a partyboy/bartender came up to us. Whaddaya like to drink Mercy?



Whisky and Coke is good



Two of them please tall and strong



I admit my hand was shaking as I picked up the glass. Just as the second swallow hit my stomach and the warmth spread inside of me I heard a voice behind us.



So Jake who s your little friend?



We turned to find two patrons in fluffy white robes and black ski masks staring flagrantly up and down my body. Both were in their 40 s tall muscular and tough looking all the more so because of the masks. The closer of the two reached out and lightly fondled my cock through the lace thong as the conversation progressed.



I looked up into his eyes smiled and took a deep drink.



This is Mercy. One of the new Partyboys out here. He sucks AND swallows and he s got a nice tight little pink asshole. Bend over and show em honey.



I brought the glass to my lips and slowly worked a piece of ice out between my lips before letting it fall into the glass. Then I set the glass on the bar turned spread my legs and bent over and grabbed my ankles showing my spread ass to the patrons and the room.



It is a very VERY hot feeling to be wearing only lingerie and spreading your ass for a roomful of horny gay men. I reached back and pulled the thong to one side so they had a good look at my hole. I heard several whistles one from one of the two patrons inspecting my and several from the other side of the room. A finger gently stroked my puckered ring teasing me.



Wow that is one gorgeous piece of ass. Stand up kid.



I did.



You ever have two guys at once?



I smiled coyly and shook my head.



Think you could handle me and my Buddy at the same time.



Still smiling I sunk to my knees and parted his robe. He was average size maybe 6 Cut poofy balls pretty cock. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth gently. He tasted like precum and that put me through the roof. When he was full hard I leaned in and licked his balls. Then I turned to the buddy. He was the same size just with a darker cock and a little thicker with a bead of precum hanging on the end of him. So I took that fat warm cock in my hand and I looked up into his eyes and made a show of smearing that sweet juice all over my lips then licking them clean as I rose back up and took my drink back from the bar.



Yes Sir. I think we three could have a real nice time together.



Good boy. Let s Grab a bottle from the bar and head upstairs.



I smiled all cool and super-slut confidence but my heart was pounding through my chest.



Let s.

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Marking Time

A young man alone in the city finds his only lifeline to the real world is AOL. Will he hook up with his new-found friend also alone in the city and staying at the same hotel or chicken out as before?



Warning–Because many people consider a story without an intimately detailed sex scene a complete waste of time I give advance warning that this story deals with sexually-generated angst not sex itself. Only read this story if you enjoy tales of indecision and anxiety.



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I tried not to think about it. It wasn t easy. I was away from home for the first time and homesickness had bushwhacked the sense of independence I had expected .



The telephone rang and I picked it up. Hello?



Martin is that you?



Yes Mom. I kept any sound of relief out of my voice.



Are you okay?



Why wouldn t I be okay?



I was worried about you. You hadn t called me since yesterday.



It s only 4:40 Mom I pointed out. You re not even home yet.



She hesitated. I heard road noise in the background which meant she was probably still on I-270 heading north. I imagined what she was wearing what her day was like what she and Dad would have for dinner. In other words all things I usually never thought about.



More cautiously she asked: How did your interview go?



I didn t compare her to a nagging Jewish mother Actually I said. Not bad. The Human Resources guy was kinda cool. He had already seen two dozen people for the position but no one even near my age. My credentials impressed him.



Of course they did she said proudly which brought back my annoyance. I controlled it though.



He pretty much let on that I was ahead of the pack or at least high up in the running. I agreed to meet him and some other bigwigs for dinner tonight.



Oh Martin! she caroled. How wonderful! You wear your blue suit okay? No the brown one maybe with a blue–



Mom I warned.



Okay okay. Wear what you want to honey. I know you ll make the right decision. She sounded slightly wounded. Just make your best impression okay?



I always make a good impression Mom. You know that.



Her sigh was very motherly. I know. You make me so proud of you Martin.



I got her off the phone and unpacked my khaki Dockers and my light blue Ralph Lauren shirt and the blue and gray silk tie. I wanted to make an impression but of a relaxed and in-command applicant not an ass-kisser. Everyone at that place secretaries to the mail-room kid to the Executive VP s were a bunch of Class-A super-overachievers with 2×4 s the size of Saturn rockets shoved up their asses. The only cool person I d met that day was Tim the Human Resources guy–and he was probably trained that way.



I ironed my clothes took a shower put my clothes on and went downstairs to catch a cab. The hotel was on 55th Street the restaurant was on 40th. Maryland born and bred I knew as much about the Big Apple as I did Peoria Illinois.



I let the doorman flag down a taxi for me and gave the driver the name of the restaurant and the address. He got there in ten minutes but made enough turns to baffle a mapmaker.



Thank you I said getting out. Will I have much problem getting a cab back to the hotel later on?



He laughed–even his laughter had an accent–and he reminded me that I was white well-dressed and in the best part of town. You could fall off into the gutter at three a.m. and two dozen cabbies would try and pick you up. At least that s what I think he said. I tipped him five dollars and waved at him when he drove away. I like friendly people with a sense of humor–even foreigners.



Tim was waiting for me in the bar along with a sharply-dressed gentleman named Mr. Dyce. Mr. Dyce looked in his early forties and had shiny black hair. He looked Sicilian. I offered my hand and for exactly one second he tried to crush it. I couldn t help but flinch. They both laughed.



You ve heard of The New York Minute? Mr. Dyce said smoothly. Well that s The New York Second.



I flexed and shook my hand appreciatively. Don t tell me about The New York Hour then I joked.



Mr. Dyce lifted his hand for the bartender. Tim tells me your from D.C. he said. If the speed at which the attractive young lady reacted was any indication Mr. Dyce came here a lot. Or he owned the place. You re old enough to drink?



Since he asked in a tone not to embarrass me I answered with deference. Yes sir. To the bartender: Do you need my I.D.?



She smiled sweetly and shook her head. Then a diet-Coke I said.



She went to pour my soda and a third man entered the bar and joined us. This was someone I recognized from that afternoon. John somebody. A fish name. Pike?



This is John Hake Martin. You remember him? Tim asked.



I said I did and John and I shook hands. He was not a member of The New York Second club. John works in your department Tim advised.



He d be your boss Mr. Dyce clarified. If that s the eventual outcome .



The cute bartender return with my soda. I thanked her and held eyes with her for a New York Second longer than I should have. She smiled at me however but hid the smile from my companions.



I ll pay for dinner if that nudges the outcome in my direction I offered.



I told you he was a wit Tim said.



I had to keep my wit in check. A crack or two might amuse these guys but they were the makers and the shakers in this town and they didn t hire wits. They hired savvy and skill. I said The truth is I understand that I m very lucky to be here tonight. The fact you asked me is an ego-booster. But I also know that I wouldn t be here if I didn t have something important to offer the firm.



Mr. Dyce grinned. Tim beamed. Every tooth in his mouth shown one-hundred watts or brighter. John Hake said to me You really developed that Coca-Cola model in two weeks?



Actually I had developed the model in one week the rest of the time I spent learning Black Jack online. It wouldn t work in the real market I admitted. The algorithms were from an old General Dynamics engine donated to the university in 1999. I rewrote the formulas based on the Minnesota expressions developed by Dr. Fletcher s team in 2002. It was strictly conceptual. It lost money consistently.



Hake nodded. But nobody has a model that works any better than yours and they re all written by experts.



I failed on the cheap I conceded. You want to pay me big money to fail big time?



I want you to succeed Mr. Dyce said softly. Can you succeed Martin?



How the fuck do I know? I wanted to say. I m a godamned junior at a nondescript college in Maryland. I get by on student loans and an allowance from my parents. I m twenty-one years old and I ve never been laid. How the hell good I am?



If you have enough money I can make it work I said honestly. Enough money will make anything work. The question is do you have enough time?



How much time is enough? Mr. Dyce asked. There was no amusement in his manner now only consideration.



Three years. Not a Sunday less. On a New York Year budget. Five years on anything less.



Mr. Dyce scowled. Tim took half-a-step backwards. John Hake who had been vacillating between friendliness and rigidity in the presence of his boss scowled as well.



Three years? On a framework you wrote in two weeks? What kind of bullshit is that Martin?



My model was bullshit Mr. Dyce. The real thing is the Titanic with watertight bulkheads. You can blow four five modules and the thing stays afloat. Imagine a financial engine that makes money even when you program it to loose.



Dyce s scowl didn t lessen any but it didn t grow worse. Let s have dinner he said.



I ordered New York Strip Steak with a baked potato and Mr. Dyce and Tim both had Filet Mignon. John had a Surf & Turf dinner with a lobster tail the size of the Titanic. We drank a French wine who s name I couldn t pronounce desert was ludicrous.



So Martin. Mr. Dyce stretched back in his chair and made it obvious he wanted a cigar. You leave town when? Thursday morning?



Yes sir. The food in my stomach had me dopey and I didn t want to get into anything serious. Tomorrow morning I m booked on a tour of Lower Manhattan–



Ground Zero.



Yes I agreed. And the Bronx Zoo tomorrow afternoon.



What about tomorrow night?



I shook my head. Dyce glanced sideways at John Hake who nodded slightly. The Red Sox are in town he said. Tomorrow night and Thursday night. How would you like to go see them?



A Yankees-Red Sox game in September? They were number one and two in the division again. The Red Sox had won the World Series last year. Washington was in the cellar with only thirty-two wins but it was their first year in town.



Who s cock do I have to suck? I wanted to ask. I said That s a very generous offer Mr. Dyce. You could just as well let me sell the ticket instead and hold my first year s salary.



More like the first year and a half John Hake said somewhat unwisely. Mr. Dyce cut him a hard glance. I liked John so I accepted.



To my relief both Tim and Mr. Dyce had pressing appointments after dinner and had to run. John and I migrated to the bar where I hoped to see the attractive bartender again but she was gone. A little after nine he stood with me on the sidewalk outside the restaurant. The September evening was cool and clear just this side of crisp.



So what you have on for tonight? I asked.



Unfortunately he said checking his watch I have to be across the river in Jersey at ten o clock. My wife and I are buying a new condo there and we re meeting the broker. Sorry.



Only in The Big Apple I thought.



I bade him good night and caught the first cab I flagged. I considered asking the cabby where the nearest nightclub was but didn t have the courage. Being alone in New York City is no fun.



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It was eleven o clock. I slouched in the surprisingly comfortable upholstered chair remote in hand channel surfing. My laptop was open on the table beside me on screen Microsoft Outlook awaited any messages. The six in my In Box had already been answered and I was bored.



I wanna get naked I said aloud. Actually what I wanted was to suck a cock.



Don t get me wrong–I m not gay. I ve never had sex with a guy and I don t find guys attractive. My problem is one of fixation. Since my first image of a girl sucking a cock I ve wanted to suck one too. I ve become addicted to certain newsgroups on AOL. You probably know which ones. Like any addict I both loath and cherish my addiction.



What I need is a personal Glory Hole. To the uninitiated a Glory Hole is a 4 diameter hole in any wall through which an erection can be placed. Of necessity it is generally located at groin level in one wall of a small cubicle usually in a sex shop. I ve never seen or been inside one but I have seen pictures. Once inserted in the hole an erection can be sucked anonymously by a man or a woman–or both–depending upon your predilection.



My perfect scenario would be a 7-1/2 long penis of a Caucasian male nicely pink of medium girth with a not-to-protuberant glans. The testicles should be large and droopy enough to allow for easy fondling. My perfect pair are distinctly mismatched one hanging lower than the other. The right testicle should be larger by half. In this perfect scenario no human being would exist on the opposite side of the wall.



I shifted uncomfortably in the chair adjusted my position. In deference to the situation I sat there in my jockey shorts and my tee-shirt. In defiance of the situation I had the curtains halfway drawn though what good this did on the fourteenth floor I don t know. The building opposite was only twelve stories tall. Taller buildings were visible in the distance to be sure but from any of them you d need high-powered binoculars. Then again this was New York.



I momentarily considered giving myself a little stroking action just on the off-chance you know but my penis said Forget it. It had no interest.



Why not go online? I had thought this earlier but lethargy kept me glued to the chair. Now it was eleven-fifteen and the idea had more appeal. I got up and sat down at the table.



The hotel was rigged for wireless. I started AOL selected my screename SimplMind100 and connected via TCP/IP. Where shall we go tonight? I wondered aloud.



I scanned through the member-created chat rooms and stared at M4MNYCHotels. My hand gave a tiny shake. I got a tiny little shiver. I clicked on the name and sat there a moment thinking.



Two months ago I had almost jumped. I started up a friendship with a guy named Sean (real name? Who knows?) from Baltimore that I met online. We hit it off the first night and progressed from touchy-feely chat to heavy duty cyber in less than an hour. I promised him my oral virginity and he committed his to me. We resolved to 69 each other in bed with a camera recording.



Arrangements were made after our third session and I got as far as the parking lot of the motel. This was in Columbia Maryland halfway between our homes. I sat in the car for half and hour berating myself for being a chicken in the end I just left. If he showed up for the liaison I never knew because I deleted my screename and blocked out his. I hadn t been in an AOL chat room since then.



I double-clicked M4MNYCHotels and went in.



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What hotel you in?



I had been chatting with SPUDKNOCKER99 for ten minutes. His real name was Dan he was thirty-one years old he was married with two kids and in town trying to close a deal on pharmaceutical equipment. His hotel was in mid-town from what I d gathered.



The Clarendon I lied. On 53rd.



Close he came back but no cigar. Maybe if I looked out my window I could see you. Try waving LOL.



My window faces east. Should I stand there naked?



PLEASE NO! LOL. Let me keep something to the imagination. So far I had told him my age and my general description my reason for being here and how long I was staying. I m at the Westbridge on 55th he wrote.



I shivered mightily. He was here? At my hotel? Thank God I had lied!



I could hop on over on my twinkle toes I told him. Spray you with my fairy dust.



Keep typing like that and I ll rip the hard drive out of my computer sonny boy.



My penis had discovered its missing blood supply and was struggling for freedom. I kept it where it was. How hard is it really? And how large? Does it ever give you a laptop dance?



I ll laptop dance you boyo. You ll doing the dancing of course.



He knew I was a closet flautist. He knew I joked about more. He was Bi but with very limited experience. So far his experience was at the mouths of two other men.



A laptop dance is something I might enjoy sometime I told him. Given the right circumstances.



Think you ll ever take the leap? he came back seriously.



I explained about Sean. Apart from being an asshole about it I typed that s closer than I ever imagined I d go. What about you? How did you hook up?



Good old reliable AOL. Just like this only with some chance of success LOL.



If only he knew. I shivered and typed: How big are you? The real version as opposed to the AOL version.



I didn t dare lie about that not when I d be meeting the potential blow job later on LOL. My REAL size is 8 long thick with very large veins and I get an angry red when I m hard. I m cut with a moderately big head. You?



Embarrassed I confessed. Six inches on a really good night. Normal thickness. Takes a hook to the left. Care to rent me your package tomorrow night? For my own use with the ladies?



Would rather you try the goods yourself but sure. Visa Mastercard or American Express accepted. And cash of course. Rent by the hour?



How about a one-year lease?



Sorry the lease-holder is my wife. And she never sublets. A one-night opportunity here Marty take it or leave it.



I ll take it I replied. I m upstairs in room 1412. I sat back to wait. I shook like a bamboo shack in an earthquake.



His response was immediate. I know you re joking. You wouldn t be that cruel. Actually just joking about it is cruel LOL! I have a very large erection in my hand and it nearly got yanked off!



I am so shameless I wrote. I need to be taken over my knee and given a good paddling.



On your bare ass buster.



How did you know my ass is bare?



Lucky guess. An informed guess.



My erection demanded its freedom in no uncertain terms. My heart beat like an elephant s heart: thud-whump thud-whump thud-whump. When was I this aroused? Certainly not since Sean.



Your guess is only half-informed I told him. Physically my shorts are still on mentally they ve been pitched out the window. In other words my bottom is psychologically ready for a good spanking.



LOL! You re killing me. I wasn t kidding about my erection. It s ready to rock and roll. It would react very favorably to seeing your ass getting paddled.



I m trying to think the last time that actually happened to me. I think I was ten. I ve never gotten it bare-bottomed before that was reserved for my sister. She s seventeen now.



Ever get to see it?



They did it to her in her bedroom. I could hear it though which turned me on immensely.



I bet it did. How old was she when they stopped?



Stopped?



LOL again. I keep setting myself up don t I? Is your sister hot?



I prefer to think of her as cuddly. She s blonde has blue eyes still wears braces on her teeth–which just drives her nuts but which I think is cute–and she has a nice figure. And no I ve never seen her nude so don t ask.



DARN! Skunked again. Would you like to though?



He caught me. I had often wanted to see Kierney nude had seen her countless times braless in stuff that let her nipples protrude had seen her in outfits like a tank-top and gym-shorts which clearly defined her developing breasts and left her thong panties exposed–I had even seen her in her bra and panties. I typed: Every day and every minute. Like an introduction? You d have to wait six months to bang her though she s still a minor.



Her twenty-one year old brother would do just fine.



I almost told him then. I almost placed my fingertips on the keys and typed I was lying about 53rd Street. Come up here and fill my mouth with your erection please! Instead I let my blood pressure settle again. I m curious. Did either of your guys let you cum in their mouths?



One did he replied. The second one. His name was John Smith and I kid you not. I even looked at his license. The first guy s name was Ted but I won t tell you his last name. He let me come on his chest but John wanted it all. He masturbated me the second time we did it right into his own mouth. Then he swallowed. The first time he spat it into the toilet but the second time he swallowed it. (I enjoy saying that LOL.)



So I gathered. I ve swallowed my own cum before. Does that excite you? Or turn you off?



It EXCITES me stupid! (You re not stupid sorry.) Tell me about it.



Well I typed I usually do a couple of spurts at a time. I get myself to the brink of ejaculation (not always on purpose LOL) and shoot into my palm. I don t actually cum so I m still turned on enough that I can slurp it up with my tongue. I do this two or three times before the main event but if I m lucky or really intent on enjoying myself I ll do it over and over until I ve easily had two or three sperm-loads.



I didn t know what this bit of information did to my friend but it agonized me. I squirmed in my chair.



I m currently freehanded he wrote. The concept of you enjoying yourself was just too much. Either I let go of it or it made goo-goo all over me. I wouldn t want that because like yourself cumming extinguishes my fire. Right now I want that flame hot as a blowtorch. Anyway what other pleasantries might you employ in your quest for enjoyment?

This was the Daily Double the question I d been steering him toward. I wasn t even sure I had done it consciously . . . just following my cock maybe.



I have this other fixation. Two months ago I went to this sex-shop around the Beltway from my house–its in Beltsville the Lower East Side of Maryland. I was so embarrassed it took two trips just to get in the front door. When I did get in I kept my eyes off what I had gone there to see instead browsing the magazine racks. I settled for a prepackaged set of girly mags. They were so poor quality and I was so pissed I didn t even beat off to them. I just threw them away.



Two days later I forced myself back to the place and was astonished at what I saw. Covering one entire wall and part of another was the most amazing collection of dildos you can imagine. They had long ones black ones two-headed ones green and red ones in Dayglo colors they had dildos two feet long and midget dildos. They had dildos you strapped onto your body and dildos you put batteries in and dildos with knobs and ticklers. They had–well you get the idea. They had so many dildos I couldn t possible make a choice much less an informed one. Then I saw this row of flesh-colored dildos in varying sizes all from the same manufacturer. They looked exceptionally real and even had testicles. They re called Ballsy Cocks.



The largest one nearly took my breath away. It was an incomprehensible fourteen inches long and thick as a forearm. At the other end of the scale was one six inches long and slightly thicker than myself. The head was beautifully formed like a Triceratops head. The tip had a distinctive opening that looked like a real pee-hole and it was ridged along the shaft by veins. I had never seen anything so beautiful.



I took it down with shaking hands and carried it over to the counter on rubbery knees. I put it into a Plexiglas carousel like you see at a bank–the counter area was completely enclosed in Plexiglas–along with a twenty dollar bill. The guy paid no attention at all shooting the shit with some old man. I took the dildo home with me and on the weekend when I didn t have to worry about being bothered I put it to good use. And now you know.



His reply was a moment in coming. Define good use Martin.



I think you already know I replied.



Again a pause. Did you enjoy it? Would you enjoy the real thing you think?



With numb and shaking fingers I answered: I think I would enjoy you Dan.



And then I told him he could find out for sure by taking the elevator to the 14th floor and knocking on the door to room 1412. I am waiting to find out myself and oh boy am I scared.

When a guy meets another hot lad with nasty wild thoughts, he loses his mind and gets plunged into that sex trap. You will get a chance to s…

Cell # 13

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This is a story about love and betrayal in prison and at home. (MM intr bdsm)



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When I arrived at prison I was terrified. The smell of concrete and steel permeated and hung heavy in the stifling air. The long four hour bus ride shackled in chains didn t do much to alleviate my anxiety. I was assigned cell #13 after a lengthy intake process. We were given two uniforms of state green plus two pairs of white boxers and a pair of cheap work boots along with two pairs of white socks.



I took the fact my cell was number 13 as a foreboding sign from the gods. My sentence was an indeterminate one to three years. My crime was possession of a controlled substance. If I stayed out of trouble while incarcerated I could expect to be free in about thirteen months I was assured by my half-witted defense attorney. I m your average white male about five feet ten and an unprepossessing one hundred and sixty five pounds. I m average in all regards.



Of course I had heard all the horror stories about prison. I prayed I could find a way to avoid becoming Bubba s bitch. My wife the beautiful and very sexy Jane and my fourteen year old son were waiting dutifully at home for me. Both had promised to write and visit often. They kept their promise.



The inmate population was preponderantly Black and Spanish. Whites comprised at most five percent of the population. The guards or corrections officers as they liked to be called were all Caucasians.



I had historically gotten along very well with both Black and Spanish men and women. I had owned a nightclub in New York City ( The Black Cat ) before my incarceration. The club catered primarily to Black and Spanish men and women. So my familiarity with their sociological predilections was well founded in real life settings. The tone and texture of their quotidian languages and mores were not as alien to me as they were to my white colleagues in stir.



The edifice known as Lions Mountain Correctional facility was an imposing brick and mortar building of the late nineteenth century variety. It was nestled high up in the mountains of New York State near the Canadian border. There were sections of it that still bore the stamp of its 1890 origins. Most of it however was somewhat more modern circa 1950 s or thereabouts.



In each cell there was a bunk bed a commode a small table and a tiny locker.



I occupied my cell #13 all by myself for about a week or so. The guards told me my cellmate Lance was being disciplined and was in the box . The box I learned was prison idiom for solitary confinement. Lance would be out of the box in a day or two depending upon his deportment the guards said. Having the 9 x 6 cell all to myself was spoiling me. We arose at six in the morning for breakfast in the mess hall.



We were marched to the mess hall for lunch at twelve noon. Dinner was at six in the evening. The final count and lights out was at eleven each night. There were counts of the inmates at various times during the day. For obvious reasons the guards cared more about the inmate counts than anything else in the facility. The food was esculent. It was enough to keep body and soul together.



For the most part the guards were essentially indifferent to the inmates. I quickly saw that as long as they weren t annoyed and the counts went smoothly they left us to our own devices. We inmates had our own little world. It was subject to all the vagaries and petty prejudices that any small community of men might be only more so. For this was prison not a boy s camp.



Only thoughts of my wife and son kept me from having a nervous breakdown. We were allowed out of our cells each day besides meals for our work assignments. Each inmate had to have a job or some school to go to each and every day except Sundays. Muslims were given Saturdays off and worked or went to school on Sundays. A large recreation room with a television and tables and chairs was on each cellblock. There were rows of fifty cells to a tier in each building. There were fifteen such buildings. Tiers were five stories high.



The fifth tier in all the buildings were in desuetude and without lights and uninhabitable.



Fifth tier cells were all open and empty. Nobody was permitted on the fifth tiers including the guards. The railings on the fifth tier were all loose and the steps were dangerous. There were three thousand prisoners housed in Lion Mountain. I was but one. This is my story.



I heard the keys of the guard long before I saw his face. Mike the nicest and friendliest of the guards approached and opened the door to cell #13. My first reaction to Lance as he ambled into the cell was one of inferiority. Lance stood about 6 2 tall and weighed in at 230 pounds of chiseled granite muscle. His well defined muscularity strained at his green shirt and pants. Lance s face was blank expressionless and cold icy cold.



He had the kind of face that made one wish for a glimmer of emotion on it.



I quickly scampered up to the top bunk. Lance gave me an unexpected wide toothsome smile. Other white inmates had told me the bottom bunk was Lance s.



Got a smoke? Lance asked pleasantly enough.



I had received a package from my wife Jane only yesterday. I had plenty of smokes. I thanked God I did. I had no desire to get off on the wrong foot with Lance by disappointing him with a negative answer to his first question. I very quickly handed him a cigarette and lit it for him. Lance spoke in a relaxed manner about his trials and tribulations in the box without me asking.



However he refused to tell me what he had done to get himself thrown into solitary. I didn t press the issue with him.



We spoke of our lives and our respective crimes for nearly two hours. The yell of MEAL TIME WALKING was given by the captain of the guard big Sal. Lance and I as well as the whole cellblock grew silent. We marched to the mess hall in stony silence. I followed Lance as we grabbed trays utensils and then our meal. I sat at a table of twenty inmates.



The chatter in the mess hall was stridently staccato and seemingly friendly in tone. Old friends and new making small talk of prison and street life. I remained silent. My one friend Tim and I exchanged glances and small nods of hello. Upon our return to the cell Lance produced his short eyes . Short eyes is prison vernacular for glossy pornographic magazines. These magazines depicted women in scantily clad outfits and nudes. Very few of the books had graphic sex scenes.



He offered me one or two to peruse. I took them. I didn t wish to appear uninterested in a subject which clearly interested Lance so much sex. I reminded him I was married and had a wife and fourteen year old son waiting for me at home. Lance grunted approvingly at this reminder. We showed each other our favorite bitches in the short eyes books. Short eyes are a status symbol in prison. Lance had the most in the entire facility. I was duly impressed with his collection of dirty books.



I felt both fear and pleasure at having the top prisoner as a cellmate. To be frank and candid I had a gnawing fear since Lance first entered cell #13. Fear of his astounding physical presence and his daunting and unquestionable superiority over me. My pleasure was derived at watching his catlike and graceful movements. He moved with the grace and assuredness of a jungle beast. His muscles rippled under his clothing like snakes in a bag a well fitting bag to be sure.



He noticed the picture of my wife and son I had put on the locker.



He said only Good looking lady.



I said Thanks.



He told me again how lucky I was to have family that visited me regularly. He said You re blessed man blessed



This was a phrase I was too hear often in the ensuing months. Very quickly it became de rigeur for Lance to hold out his hand anytime he desired a cigarette. I only responded by placing a cigarette in his huge hand. Lance was going to be inside he said for about a year or so. He had violated parole. He was now doing time for parole violation.



His original sentence or bid as the inmates referred to sentences as was twenty years. Lance had done fifteen years of an original twenty year bid . Lance had killed a white man. He was now nearly thirty nine years old and had spent half of his life in prison. despite this horrifying situation he appeared to be a calm and satisfied man. Underneath this quiescent façade breathed a fire and a fury.



Lance returned from his assigned work in the prison kitchen. He removed his kitchen habiliments as I reclined on the upper bunk. There was one shower for every five cells. Permission from the guard on duty was needed to use the shower.



I didn t want to appear self consciously prudish as Lance prepared for his ablutions by averting my eyes. He held my gaze. He disrobed and chatted with me steadily as he did so. He sauntered to the showers. He held a bar of my wife s Camay soap she had sent to me. He let his towel drop to the stone floor. Lance was an astounding physical specimen. My heart skipped a beat.



The cells were left open during most of the day. They were only locked completely down on last count at eleven P.M. The guards patrolled the cell block corridors of each tier in use. They walked back and forth back and forth. The 5th tier was conspicuous by its silence and disuse. Inmates freely socialized by visiting each other s cells under the watchful eyes of the omnipresent guards.



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During my first few nights at Lions Mountain I had heard bizarre noises during most nights. They were definitely the sounds of humans and not of rats as some suggested to me. They were emanating from the 5th tier I was certain of this. Could the joint be haunted? Things were scary enough without ghosts.



I was soon assigned to work in the prison kitchen. Lance and I were now coworkers as well as cellmates. I hadn t had this kind of propinquity with my wife I smiled to myself. Lance only snickered mischievously when I asked him about the noise on the 5th tier. After our first day working together we repaired to our cell.



Lance said You take a shower first Ron I ll take one after you.



No problem I mumbled in reply.



It was impossible not to be naked in front of your cellmate at some point. Lance s stare bore into me as I hurriedly removed my kitchen uniform. I was bizarrely pleased Lance found me worthy of a second glance. After my shower Lance allowed another inmate to take his turn in the shower.



Lance had that kind of influence with the guards. He remained in the cell with me as I finished drying myself with a new fluffy towel Jane had sent to me. I must admit I was beginning to enjoy Lance s attentive glances. At this point I was beyond ordinary horniness. I had not had sex with my wife or anyone else in months. I was backed up to say the least.



Don t be shy Ron Lance said evenly.



I m not I m not I replied too nervously to sound convincing.



Ok ok Lance smiled.



My slender and diminutive dick sprung to life. I stood balancing myself on the back wall of the cell. My towel fell off as I sought to remain upright. I quickly bent to retrieve it. Lance s large black hand got there first. Yup I was standing completely naked with a hard- on before the grinning Lance. My feeble white physique was on full display for Lance s delectation. Lance winked and licked his lips like a man viewing a freshly cooked pork chop.



I was comfortable with Lance. I didn t fear him like I thought I would. My fears were now diluted with sexual overtones. Lance had not shown any evidence of being queer. He had not been the least bit threatening or violent towards me. Quite to the contrary Lance was solicitous and protective of me.



He elicited the feminine side of my bisexuality. I hadn t confided my bisexuality to Lance. I doubted he cared all that much. I had been sexually attracted to Lance the very instant I first saw him. I didn t think I would be well advised to confess this fact to him.



Lance pitched an unbelievably huge tent in his shorts. He looked like he might be trying to hide a small baseball bat.



Not here not now Lance muttered softly.



I looked at him blankly in response.



Later on the 5th tier he added mysteriously.



I remained silent.



Lance allowed me to dress unmolested.



A flash of disappointment washed over me quite unexpectedly. I had an inchoate sexual desire for this black Adonis. I melted when he uttered my name. He said Ron in an almost romantic manner. At least this is how I heard it. Lance actually asked for a cigarette. We were both sitting on his bunk. Lance began a most remarkable story. Lance told me all the cellblocks were segregated into whites and what he called their nigger bosses .



I listened in rapt attention to every word of his tale. He told me all the whiteboys did the bidding of their nigger bosses no questions asked. This is how it is. The nigger bosses used the 5th tier as a rendezvous spot for their sexual assignations with their whiteboy concubines sorta speak. With the connivance of the guards the 5th tier was nothing less than a seraglio for satisfying the lustful sexual cravings of the niggers .



The whiteboys satisfied all manner of sexual cravings of their nigger masters on the 5th tier. My mouth was agape at these astounding revelations. This of course was the reason I had heard bizarre noises all those nights. Lance told me my whiteboy friend Tim could confirm his fantastic story. He was a regular whiteboy date of one certain nigger on the 5th tier Saleem.



I had noticed Tim was more than a shade less than masculine. However he was married with two kids. And I was married with one son and I was excited. Who would know? Behind closed doors and all that stuff. I made a mental note to check with Tim ASAP.



Lance told me a lot of niggers were allowed out of their cells at night. The guards chose which ones and why. Lance was never overlooked. The niggers would in turn choose certain whiteboys to be their dates for that night. Almost all of the guards were voyeurs it turned out. The guards who weren t minded their own business. What goings on ! on the 5th tier I thought. Lance told me which whiteboys were part of this continuing queer orgy on the 5th tier. Many were.



The penalties for refusing an order of the niggers by any whiteboy were beatings and the silent treatment. Neither penalty appealed to me as much as Lance did. He asked me what I thought. I told him I was very much in favor of the whole setup. He laughed contentedly.



It keeps peace in the joint and makes everybody happy Lance announced.



When in Rome I thought.



Lance told me it would be a while before he could arrange for me to be a date for some nigger on the 5th tier. It seemed all the niggers were pleased with the whiteboys they already had. Lance noted that when whiteboys left Lions Mountain replacements were called for. He laughed as he told me he would put in a good word for me with the powers that be.



There was no use in pretending I was some type of macho tough guy with Lance. I wasn t and he is twice the man I am in all regards. I surrendered my ego to Lance s will.



I wistfully thought of my wife and son waiting for me at home. No time for sentimentality the niggers needed me my white skin and sexual talents right here. I blushed. Here without the influence of any females my girly side dared to become ascendant.



Lance filled me in on the real hierarchy of the facility. The whiteboys were totally subservient to the nigger bosses This was something I had noticed but not the sexual component. I had missed that. He further told me that the whiteboys who received packages from home were expected to liberally share them with their nigger bosses . This I had seen. I had seen Tim give Saleem a large black inmate many items of food and cigarettes. Tim gave them up with no signs of distress or hesitation either. It was all starting to make sense to me now.



Lance also told me that whiteboys with people on the outside were expected to make requests that these persons contribute to the nigger fund . Our people on the outside then received the names and numbers of certain niggers. These niggers were sent their own personal packages over and above what we shared with them. The niggers didn t share with the whiteboys. My weenie dripped precum at this fabulous story.



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I spoke to Tim at the library the first chance I got. Tim was twenty-five and about 5 9 and one hundred and forty five pounds. He was undeniably good looking. Flirting with being pretty. Blonde hair Tourmaline blue eyes perfect alabaster white skin. His chest was sparsely sprinkled with light hair. His mouth and lips were pouty enough to be wrapped around a cock I lewdly thought. His girlish good looks were topped off with a very respectable tight and toned physique.



Tim was a swimmer in high school. He was possessed of a small and submissive demeanor. He told me he had never entertained homosexual fantasies. I had no idea if he was telling me the truth or not. He struck me as androgynous in appearance and attitude. Tim was a soft delicate and refined gentleman. He was a college graduate with an excellent job before he was incarcerated. Now he was just a college graduate.



He was at this facility for embezzlement. He allowed as he was at first horrified at being a fuck-toy for the niggers. He further confessed he was now deeply enthralled with being the nigger s whiteboy whore his new role in life. His nigger boss Saleem was one of the more attractive and militantly rough niggers.



They looked like the perfect couple. He six feet even and two hundred pounds and he slight and oh so very white and fey. Tim doted on Saleem s every move and desire. He often washed Saleem s cell on his hands and knees. He washed Saleem s underwear by hand in his sink. Tim shared *everything* with Saleem. When Tim spoke of Saleem I saw love in his eyes. If not love actually then lust most assuredly. Obviously Tim was now a flaming faggot queen. Since I first met Tim his manner had gotten to be very gay. He swished and minced all over the cellblocks. Much to the nigger s delight.



Oh Ron these niggers are such men real men! He squealed in a womanly voice.



I just can t help myself it feels so right and so good being their whore he gushed with a girlish glee.



Ron I m in love with that big black buck of a man Saleem he mewled breathlessly.



I was astounded at Tim s confession of love for Saleem. He was doing so much more than going along to get along . Tim was in serious romantic love with Saleem. At the very least infatuation was Tim s affliction. Tim s wife Rita visited regularly and contributed to the nigger fund generously.



I wondered if she knew of Tim s new found love of black cock: And his emotional involvement with Saleem. Tim was a high strung man and given to emotional flights of fancy I saw. But I was gratified to hear Tim talk as he did. It made my feelings for Lance so much easier to talk about. I felt less odd. I had a soul mate in Tim it seemed.



Tim I melt like a schoolgirl when I see Lance I confessed to Tim.



We both blushed and giggled like thirteen year old girls.



Tim confirmed Lance s lurid tale of the 5th tier. He told me he wished I would soon join him and the other whiteboy whores on the 5th tier. I told him quite honestly how much I looked forward to it. Tim s confessions got me hornier than I was before. I needed to speak to Lance and lobby for a spot on the 5th tier soon. I needed sex. I needed to be a nigger s whiteboy trash whore slave. My heart pounded and raced in my chest. My dick stiffened. It leaked precum.

Lance was sitting in the sink of our cell when I returned. He was wearing only his white boxer shorts. Lance was rolling a joint. I was still flushed with sexual ardor from the invigorating chat I had had with Tim.



So did ya talk with your friend Timmy Ron? Lance asked casually.



I sure did I smiled back.



So? Lance inquired further.



I want to be on the 5th tier Lance! I effused excitedly.



A deep throated chuckle was Lance s only reply. Then he added Ok Ron let s see if I can help you out



My face was barely large enough to hold my smile.



Want some Ron? Lance asked as he pointed the marijuana cigarette at me.



I put my hand out to accept the contraband. I inhaled deeply the acrid weed. My head was instantly light. Lance laughed. Lance sucked on the forbidden plant after I did. We both got high fast.



Lance s magnificent man meat flopped out of his tight boxer shorts. He saw and heard my glance and gasp of shock. My eyebrows were raised in pleasant surprise. I smiled. His cock was very very impressive indeed. This was the first good look I had gotten at his snake. And a snake it was too. It had to be 7 long and God knows how thick. Though thick it was. It was still an unexcited snake. I schemed to change this state of affairs.



My schemes were about to bear fruit.



You want this right whiteboy? Lance stated rhetorically.



I could only gulp.



You bet I do big boy!



He and I both smiled at my awkward boldness. It was the marijuana bringing out my innermost truths. Lance lifted his giant black body off of the sink. He gingerly sat himself down on the toilet bowl. I was at a loss for an adroit approach.



Lance helped me with a well timed C mere whiteboy and suck me off.



I scrambled to the cold stone floor with amazing alacrity. A bit too quickly for Lance s taste I saw. As he said.



Slow down ho take off your clothes first stupid he sneered these words. I responded with



The guard?



Don t worry about that sweet thang he said nonchalantly.



I cast a wary eye at the walking guard. The guard gave me the slightest of smirks and kept on walking past cell #13. I removed my shirt and pants very fast. Breaking off a button in the process. Lance was amused at my eagerness. I slowly removed my boxer shorts.



C mon let me see that purdy white body baby doll Lance said seriously.



Lance was accustomed to man on man sex. It was relatively novel for me however thus my shyness at actually doing it as opposed to just fantasizing about it. I was once more naked in front of Lance sporting an erection no less. I felt little shame and self consciousness at my teeny paltry five inch boy-cock.



I was sure Lance had seen his share of puny whiteboy penises before mine. Anyway isn t this the way it should be.? A superior black god humiliating a whiteboy whore from the get go? The shattering comparison was quite clear. His huge muscular frame against my slight white frame. His humongous black cock against my miniature white penis. Black trumps white.



He smiled broadly at the scant white meat I was packing.



Hey that IS a tiny little one isn t it Ronnie! he said quite pleased with himself.



He added quite unnecessarily That s so small someone should have thrown it back.



Lance laughed at his own joke.



My shriveled up emaciated little nub of a penis stirred ever so slightly at Lance s cruel but oh so true words.



Yeah I know it s small I said sullenly.



My pulse quickened at this slight.



I was into verbal humiliation as well as physical pain and degradation in my life on the outside. I would get my fill and then some at Lions Mountain.



Lance reached out and shockingly touched my dick. I wasn t expecting this move from a macho man like Lance. With two large black fingers Lance squeezed my penis and pulled me down to my knees. My face was only inches away from Lance s black serpent. It looked like another life form growing from his narrow hips separate and apart from Lance. I quickly pulled Lances shorts off of his luscious loins and threw them aside.



Yeah show your nigger daddy what a good little white cocksucker you are Ronnie Lance hissed.



Give him a good blowjob. A real nice one baby doll. Do it good and daddy will let you be on the 5th tier Lance said tantalizingly.



Without using my hands I caused his huge soft cock to flop into my open wet mouth.



I was salivating copiously. I was salivating like the hungry bitch I was. I needed this alpha-male s genitals in my mouth to be complete. I wetted his mammoth cock up and down and across. His astounding love-stick was in fact HUGE. The veins very prominent and very dilated and distended. The myth was perpetuated by Lance s tool of love.



The fetid stench of urine covered its mushroom head. I hungrily washed it off with my wet tongue. Lance wasn t circumcised. I wantonly licked his prepuce clean and dry. I gently chewed on his generous foreskin for a few minutes. I simply adored the sensation of Lance s great cock growing inside my soft white pussy-mouth. I moaned appreciatively. Every move my tongue made at it the goddamn thing took in more blood and grew and grew and grew. It tumesced into a turgid steel hard 11-inch! I estimated.



I was bound and determined to give this nigger the best blowjob I was capable of. I did so want him to want and like me. He helped by pushing his pelvis into me hard. I kept my hands on his hard black muscular upper thighs. With my fingertips barely making contact with his skin I teased him as I softly ran my fingers over his thighs. I moaned some more. I aimed to put on a top of the line show of vulgarity.



He pushed his moliminous meaty cock into my mouth relentlessly. The fucking thing snaked its way to my throat s opening. I gagged. My eyes watered and my nose ran. I saw it was physiologically impossible for me to take this whole black monster snake into my mouth. I worked long and hard on his long and hard love muscle. I relented and put my smallish left hand on the base of his outsized cock. In doing so I brought into contrast my very white skin against his ebony velvet skin.



My wedding band reflected the light of the single bulb that illuminated our cell. I thought of Jane my lovely wife at home waiting with my son Brian for my return. And here I was giving a loving blowjob to my cellmate without any threats behind it. I was sucking his behemoth cock because I wanted to. I needed to. I was being unfaithful to my wife with a big nigger buck and loving it to boot. An evanescent cloud of guilt shrouded my mind for brief seconds. I took in the first 7 or so of Lance s amazing cock within my mouth.



I alternated jerking the remaining cock meat with my left and right hands. The black monster cock was big and heavy. My mouth and hands covered Lance s black meat in white skin. I twisted and turned my head in corkscrew fashion. Between my twisting and turning and bobbing head and my jerking hand action Lance was forced to moan out.



That s what I m talkin bout. Suck daddy s nigger stick PIG! Lap dem balls son.



I loved it when Lance called me a pig.



My weenie was sluicing precum like a motherfucker.



As my mouth and head turned right I turned my hand in the opposite direction. Clockwise Counterclockwise clockwise. Then I reversed the movements of each. It s not called head for nothing. I was using my whole head to give my black daddy a first class blowjob.



Lance s fertile testicles hung like two pieces of strange fruit from a black Sequoia tree.



They dangled all by themselves into the commode beneath him. I licked and lapped each one separately. Taking special care with each one. I lovingly sucked each ball as though it were my last meal. I was breathing heavily. So was Lance. I don t think he expected this much fervor from me.



I was surprising him with my intensity and expertise. I dragged my hungry whore s tongue all over his loins and ran it by his coarse pubic hair. Down the shaft of the huge black cock my tongue travelled. Licking the inside of his smooth black thighs. Lance snorted and threw his head back and took a deep drag of the joint. He put the joint in my face. I adamantly refused to interrupt the fabulous blowjob I was giving him to smoke pot. I knew pot was supposed to be the whiteboy s reward for such favors. I would get my reward when Lance came in my mouth. I was willing to wait.



As fast as I could I bobbed my head up and down on Lance s unforgiving cock.



I went down on his cock with my mouth only till I reached my tiny hand which firmly grasped the wide base. The cellblock grew eerily quiet. The only sounds were of the slushy gushy squishy wet noises I made as I sucked Lance s man-meat. Every nigger and white inmate and guard had to know a blowjob was in progress. The sounds were unmistakable. I reveled in the spotlight.



My moans grew a tad louder for the audience. My white weenie was as soft as marshmallow. I was so intent upon giving Lance his pleasure I had completely forsaken my own. I leaked precum like a broken faucet.



I was definitely into this shit. I was a true whiteboy whore slave. And I hoped a consummate cocksucker.



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A volcano of cum-lava erupted into my waiting and only too eager and compliant mouth. The cum dripped and flowed from my drowning mouth. I caught most of it with my nigger-cum hungry mouth. I felt as though I had achieved a long sought after goal. In other words I felt a sense of accomplishment. My pride was unconcealed.



Lance lifted my face from his wildly spurting cock. From which the last three or four ropes of warm cum hit my eyes and nose. Lance was laughing appreciatively. I continued to massage Lances great balls as his grand cock spurted and squirted its final load into my already cum-drenched mouth. My cum stained eye and nose were closed shut by drying cum. I was now glad I took off my clothes. I looked down and saw my hairless chest and stomach dripping with even more of Lance s semen. I was covered in his seed.



My thin white body was a willing canvas for his nigger cum. I triumphantly held my mouth wide open. I was careful not to swallow or drip its contents. I said ahhhhh. Then Lance looked at me. Then and only then did I ostentatiously swallow all of Lance s cum that had landed in my mouth. I was quite knowingly putting on a disgustingly lewd show for Lance. Our own little X- rated entertainment one might say. A dirty show for my nigger daddy .



That s right PIG show daddy what a cock-sucking piece of white shit you really are Lance said sternly.



I smiled and licked my lips and said Anything for you daddy.



It was quite a sight. Me on my knees and a mouth dripping with a nigger s cum.



I heard the guard say Wow ! from somewhere far from my sight. Lance s symbol of black superiority: His immense cock hung low and soft once more. It drooped like a dying python. My tiny 2 soft penis of silly white meat a symbol of white pride and inferiority hung also but not so low. I was hung like an insect. With very little imagination one could visualise or mistake my genitalia for a vagina and clitoris.



I sniffed at Lance s detumescent sex organ like a bitch seeking sexual congress with an alph-amale. I dutifully licked Lance s large love pole clean. He shivered with delight as my tongue sneaked into his piss-hole. I greedily lapped the last drops of nigger cum from Lance s tasty and still giving black tool.



I planted small kisses on his big black balls. I ended it with a small peck of a kiss on his cock s giant mushroom head. My pale white body was flushed pink with excitement. My knees were scraped raw and bloody from the rough and harsh cell floor. I was very tender.



That was real fine baby Lance exhaled.



You re a good cocksucker Ronnie he continued.



Now you ready to be MY white pig whore BOY he intoned in a deep bass voice I was growing to love.



Get dressed BITCH! he said commandingly.



I stood and slowly put my clothes back on slowly very slowly. I regained my equilibrium. I retrieved Lance s shorts and held them till he took them from me. His cock now soft was more than three times bigger than mine.



I had given Lance the best blowjob I knew how. Though I remained unsure. I ruminated that I should have could have done it more slowly more lovingly more devotedly. However Lance was apparently pleased with my efforts. I still remained unsure. The blowjob only lasted fifteen minutes by my watch. I castigated myself. It was the first blowjob I had given in many years.



And absolutely the first one I had given to a black man. And without any shadow of a doubt the biggest cock I had ever sucked or even seen for that matter. Its color and size only spurred me on to a better performance I thought. I would only improve with practice I reassured myself. I did so want to be the best cocksucker Lance had ever had male or female.



I had my work cut out for me.



My eagerness for being Lance s 5th tier whiteboy bitch was stronger now. I had found my niche. I was to be lance s whore. I felt unashamedly exuberant.



All I needed was Lance s approval and invitation. I would do anything to get them. Anything.



I was a good whiteboy cock-sucker I wanted to be a great one.



Lance and I met behind the cellblock. The area here was dense with dead and dried weeds and the remnants of the last snow storm. No guards or inmates were anywhere to be seen. Lance said



so you wanna be my ho on the 5th tier eh son?



I replied with a sincere and heartfelt.



yes sir please I really want to be yours. I want to be your shorty .



Shorty being nigger slang for either a girlfriend or inferior male friend. Or so I had gathered.



Lance asked and stated.



You really want this bitch?



Ok lets do this Ronnie I only lowered my eyes and nodded affirmatively. I nervously bit my lower lip.



I gotta do this baby Lance said.



As he balled up his giant black hands into fists.



I murmured Please I Want it. I need it bad.



The look of eager anticipation on my face gave my perversion away.



Lance said You be one sick muthafucka and he laughed. I m startin to like you baby Lance chortled.



An unspoken bond existed between Lance and I now. We both knew I wanted and needed him to beat me and manhandle me. My eyes were aglow with a weird hunger. His punches though powerful and sure were nowhere near as devastating as they could have been I figured. He was pulling his punches according to his sense of how much I could take safely. My smile was a sickly one as his giant black fists crashed into my too soft white belly.



The warm flow of my blood contrasted with the chilly air of upstate New York. My blood gushed and dripped from my face. Drop by drop my blood dripped on the white ground. The snow covered dirt directly beneath me was now a dark maroon from my blood. My dick was never as hard before or after. The last flurry of punches rendered me semiconscious. I was seeing stars.



I was still alert enough to mutter Hit me again nigger do it Lance. The crimson blood looked good on my white skin.



With a crushing right cross Lance lacerated my left cheek. He knocked me completely unconscious with the left that followed.



It was our little secret. I loved it that Lance beat me. It made me so much his real bitch. He owned my body and now my soul. I was his 100%.



You be up with me in dat muthafucka! Lance announced excitedly.



I staggered like a new born kitten against the brick wall. Lance grabbed me by the collar and helped me walk back to our cell. My penis was at full attention. My face was bruised and bloody. My stomach hurt like hell. My breathing was forced and labored. Lance handed me a dirty cloth.



I held it to my bleeding mouth and nose. It reeked of sweat.



I had proved my mettle and worthiness to my new master Lance. I hoped.



Having my ass kicked by this big black god only strengthened my adoration for him.



And his respect for me and my commitment to him only increased.



I have never felt more alive.



I belonged to someone.



I now looked forward to my introduction to the secret world of the 5th tier.



I would not let my black master down.



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To be continued?

Twink jacks off and plays with his chute

Seduced by a Friend Ch. 02

Howard and I did not get together after he first seduced me into the gay scene. It gave me a chance to reflect on the many sex acts I had performed with him and in my own time I could come to terms with what I had done and had done to me. It also gave me the chance to determine whether I wanted to carry on with this new sexual awakening or turn away from it at this early stage of my development. I was very unsure of the whole scene and whilst I enjoyed being played with and sucked off and I didn’t mind doing the same in return I had doubts about the pain that I got when Howard fucked my ass. I know that I had also fucked his ass and enjoyed doing it but when I was doing it to him he had a very different reaction to mine. All I could do was to absorb the pain the penetration obviously stirred my prostate and gave me an orgasm but I couldn’t forget the pain I felt and was afraid of any future encounter.



After about a month had passed Howard made a point of seeking me out to tell me that John (Howard’s seducer) was back from his sea tour and would be home within a few days. I asked him what that had to do with me he said that he had written to John told him all about our little adventure and John was very interested in meeting me. I didn’t know what to do but the first thing I did was to tell Howard that I did not think he would tell the world what we had done. Howard was very conciliatory and pleaded that he wouldn’t tell just anyone but John was his mentor and he had to tell him everything he had done whilst John was away. He begged me to go around to his house when John would be there but I told him I didn’t think so it would be wrong and I didn’t enjoy it that much. So he launched into great detail about what I had done and how much I had sucked him off swallowed all his cum and fucked his ass. He said that John would see me around anyway so I couldn’t avoid him. That was very true as his mother lived nearby and he always stayed with her for sometime after he had returned from sea.



The conversation was left in the air with me not agreeing to go with them but with the threat I would be seen anyway as I lived within the same block of houses as John’s mother. They were very clever about how they got to me John just happened to meet my mother when she was shopping and asked after me how I had grown etc since he’d last seen me and all the usual compliments a mother would enjoy about her son. Of course she responded by asking him around to meet up with me. That really put me in it and around he came. General chat always playing up to my mother and then the crunch time when I was asked to go out with him and Howard. I said no I was too busy mother said I was doing too much study and sport and I should go out with them. What could I do? Tell her the truth about what I had done so far? there was no way out so I had to agree. I thought I would be on fairly safe ground as it was to be during the day not in the evening and we were going to town so I could avoid anything to do with sex.. Came the day and John arrived to pick me up we were to pick up Howard on our way to the town. I just didn’t expect the next bit we walked around to Howard’s place and knocked the door Howard opened the door with a posing pouch and nothing else on.



I couldn’t believe I had been duped so easily I thought Howard’s mother would be home she didn’t work so where could she be. It was a total setup John had driven Howard’s mother to visit his elder brother for the day and had even arranged the time they would pick her up. So it was accept or have a blazing row at the door with the whole streets’ attention drawn to us in I went and let it be known very plainly how I felt. I told them what I didn’t like and how much I felt the pain and I didn’t want to go through that again.



John was full of sympathy and told me there was no need to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with we’d just sit around and chat. I was put at my ease and felt I had made my point but of course there was a greater agenda which I did not see until a great deal later. We started having a coffee and just generally chatting about John’s trips to sea sights he had seen around the world and the talk slowly got around to sex in all it’s forms that he had either taken part in seen or been told about. He told us all about his sea daddy as he kept calling his friend. I had to ask him what a sea daddy was I had never heard of the name before He explained that a sea daddy was someone who looked after you in every sense of the word as he put it. I said did that mean he had sex with him as well. He confirmed that was the case and said that his sea daddy told him what to do and when to do it but in return he was looked after and protected from everything or anyone who may threaten him or try to harm him.



All the talk of sex had turned me on slightly but it had driven Howard into a really erect state his short but very fat prick was straining through his pouch and he kept on pulling it out and flashing it to John. John took the hint and started to get stripped down to his shorts as he did so he took Howard into his mouth and started to give him a good blowjob. When he had stripped completely naked he got into the sixty-nine position and slipped his prick into Howard’s mouth. I was left on my own as a spectator to their sex game. After a few minutes John was fully erect and I would guess he was about seven to eight inches long but not as thick as Howard was. He turned Howard over onto his face and swiftly stuck two fingers straight up Howard’s arse. He then got between Howard’s legs and popped his prick back into his mouth. Howard then started moaning and asking John to fuck him John immediately responded by stopping his blowjob and positioned his prick at the entrance to Howard’s anus. Howard must have been well lubed as John went almost straight in with the first thrust and the second thrust saw him completely home.



It was interesting for me to see what was being done as compared to being one of the participants. It was certainly turning me on and John was obviously very experienced in knowing what to do and when to do it. He had Howard moaning and groaning sighing and pleading for more all in the space of a few moments. John also started to involve me by asking me how much I had fucked Howard as he was very open I must have a big one if it had stayed open since I last fucked him. I told him I was smaller than he was it must have been the amount of fingers he had stuck up Howard before he started fucking him. John then told me to pull mine out as he wanted to see it just to prove I wasn’t that big so I did so and then realized that I was being drawn into the whole scene yet again. After I had dropped my pants and displayed my prick John said there was no difference between him and me so I must have given Howard a good seeing to the last time I fucked him. Whilst he was saying that he speeded up his thrusts into Howard and very quickly pulled out spraying his cum up Howard’s back and all over Howard’s arse. He immediately came over to me and started to take my tee shirt off my back. As my pants were already down that left me as naked as them. John said what a great body I had and he just loved my pec muscles putting his hands on my chest and rubbing the muscles very gently. He then started to rub and tweak the area around my nipples and then leaned forward and started sucking my nipples greedily into his mouth. He’d spend about thirty seconds on each nipple and kept it erect with his thumb and forefinger when he switched to the other nipple. I was very surprised that I was so aroused by this as I had assumed that only girl’s reacted to this form of arousal but it works equally on men so I was getting very very aroused. John could see I was getting very excited so he started adjusting his technique to meet my aroused state. He kept his mouth on my nipples but his hands started to move down to my prick and balls. His hand gently cupped my balls and started to massage and squeeze them his other hand slid onto my prick and started to pull it as if he were trying to milk me.



I could feel the cum starting to rise in my prick my hips were lifting off the floor and I knew I was going to shoot my cum very soon. He knew this and immediately moved his hand from my balls around to my anal orifice. He inserted one finger into me and pressed hard on my gland. His other hand squeezed the head of my prick and he held it there until the urge to cum had passed by. He then said to me you’ll only cum when I’m ready and then continued to milk my prick but this time he kept his probing active finger deep inside my anus exploring and exciting the glands within me. The cum started to rise again and he controlled it in the same way keeping the pressure on until the surge had passed. He then slid his head down until it made contact with the throbbing head of my prick. He didn t take it into his mouth but started to lick the head and push the tip of his tongue into the little hole in the top. As he did this I started to reach the point of no return for a third time but he again did the same trick and stopped me from cumming. He then took me deep into his mouth and swirled his tongue around my prick nibbling with his teeth and the wrapping his tongue where the teeth had bitten. This was an experience that was new and exciting you could not fail to respond to the artistry of an expert in the lovemaking of men.



Another finger was inserted into my anus and it started it’s own dance independent of the other finger already at work in there. The excitement was now getting to the stage where my body was trembling with anticipation and each muscle was jerking as they were touched and tickled stroked and caressed. Very smoothly he rolled me over onto my face and propped me onto my knees. He slid around my body until his prick was against my anus and he slowly inserted himself into me. He was about halfway in when he reached the part that had not been breached before I had to this point not been in pain as Howard was wider but his four and a half to five inches was his maximum penetration of me. John then started to put both his hands onto my lower stomach and push his fingers deep into the sides just above the groin. He forced his fingers in hard and my sphincter muscle opened up as if it were a flower spreading itself wide open. As it opened so he thrust the rest of the way into me and I felt no pain as he entered me to the hilt. As he had already had one cum with Howard he was capable of lasting a long time so he started with a steady rhythm to fuck me as he wanted to.



He worked his prick in and out of me at various speeds and at many angles he turned me onto my back and thrust into me very deeply. He pulled right out of me and just inserted the head only into me so that my sphincter muscle closed tightly onto his prepuce. Then he decided it was time to really give it to me so he speeded up thrusting his whole length into me faster and faster. My prick was as hard as a rock but as it had been held back for so long there was no sign of me cumming that was until Howard decided to join in and stick his mouth around my throbbing cock. As soon as he started sucking me hard I blew cum down his throat so hard that he gagged and rolled away. I still kept shooting my cum all over the place until John moaned and thrust very deeply into me shooting his jism deep into my belly. As I felt him cum in me my muscles started to contract milking him of his load whilst he stayed deep within me. After that session I was easily persuaded to go down to the docks and meet his sea daddy an event that was to change my way of life.



That weekend we left the town and headed for the big city and the dock area. I did not know what to expect and I still had that nagging doubt about whether I really wanted to completely enter the gay scene. I still had yearnings for girls and I never got excited or erect seeing a naked man but I always did when I saw a woman even if it was only a flash of her panties. I certainly lusted after the ladies so I remained not really knowing what I was doing hanging around the gay scene. After we got to the docks area we met up with John’s sea daddy Dave and a couple more of their friends so three guys became six very quickly. John’s sea daddy was a very commanding man who was both handsome and appeared to control everybody around him. It later emerged that he was the ship’s first mate and was used to command. We were taken to their local bar and our glasses were kept full at all times Howard and I were not drinkers so it was not long before we were pretty merry and past the point where you stayed on your guard.



At that stage Dave told John to take us back to the flat and he and the others would be along in a little while. ( I later found out that this was to make sure that John had us all naked and ready for the sex acts they were going to make us perform later.) When we got back John started the usual pre sex play and as we were the worse for drink (and Howard did what John wanted anyhow) we were soon naked and playing around with each other but on a very shallow level. John did not attempt to have sex with either of us it was more grabbing each other’s pricks and squeezing etc nothing heavy whatsoever. Dave and the other two returned about thirty minutes after we had got back but did not immediately join in the game. I saw Dave turn to the other two and point to Howard he then spoke softly to John and then he came across to me. He said John tells me you are one randy little bastard who wants to keep fucking everybody. Well I am going to give you the fucking of your life when I think you’re ready for it but first I want you to fuck John the same way as he fucked you at Howard’s house. I was already hard after the playing we had done before they came back and as it was going to be me doing the fucking I was quite happy to go along with it. I started sucking his nipples and then mirrored exactly what John had done to me except I couldn’t last long and was cumming before I had really given him a good seeing to.



I rolled off John and was immediately pinned on my back by Dave who started to kiss me and put his tongue down my throat. I did not like this I had never kissed a man and did not like the sensation. I could taste the beer and the cigarettes in his mouth and I found the whole experience a bit sickening. He could sense that I was not responding and became a bit more aggressive toward me. He pulled his mouth away and started telling me I was going to get it harder if I did not respond a bit better to him. He went down onto my nipples and started sucking hard on them I responded to that so he eased down a little and his hands started to roam all over my body. This was one really experienced dude he knew where every erogenous zone was and started to play me like a well-worn fiddle. He turned me onto me stomach raised my ass so that I was in a kneeling position and started to probe my ass with his tongue. At first he stayed on the outer ring but as I got wetter his tongue probed further into me until he was stabbing his tongue in and out of my hole. At the same time he was wanking me by using a form of milking and pulling action which was painful but was making my prick get longer and longer I had never had such a long prick!!



He then said to me ok you’re now going to get the fucking of your life but I’m going to put some lube on you first. He still had his pants on when he walked past me to get the lube when he got the lube he had his back to me as he dropped his pants and then turned to put the lube on him and to rub it into me. My jaw dropped and I was instantly afraid of what was about to happen to me. I felt like a rabbit caught in the lights of a car he was absolutely massive at least twelve inches long and three inches across. I had never seen anything that big in my life and he was going to try and shove it into me. I started to plead that I couldn’t take that he brushed me aside and said I had fucked his boyfriend so now it was his turn to fuck me. He pushed my head down into the pillow and squirted the lube up my ass and around the outer edges. He then shoved three fingers into me and worked the lube all around. I was in agony he just kept thrusting these three fingers in and out added more lube and thrust them in again withdrew and then I felt the massive head of his prick at the entrance to my ass!



I told him not to do it as it would hurt me. He turned me around so that I could see Howard for the first time since we had been paired off. The two guys had tied him up like a turkey at Christmas he had a leather collar around his neck and his hands tied behind his back. There was a leather thong linking his hands to his neck so if he moved out of position his hands would choke him as the collar would be moved tighter around his throat. The collar was also fastened at the front to the table they had put him on in a kneeling position. They had tied another thong tightly around his balls so tightly that they were swollen and blue. His mouth was open and he was in obvious pain but the bigger of the two guys was ramming his prick in and out of his mouth. No sound could escape apart from a constant grunting sound that would escape his throat as the guy pulled out but was silenced as he rammed back into him. Behind him the other guy had a dildo equally as big as the giant prick that was attempting to invade my ass but he had already buried it to the hilt in Howard and was pistoning it in and out at a remarkable speed. I was then turned away and told to shut up or the same thing would happen to me.



Dave re-positioned himself squeezed on more lube and started his assault on my ring piece. The head was so wide that I could feel it on the inner sides of my ass cheeks the pressure that was being exerted caused me to moan very loudly NOOOOOOO!. The head drove forward and I think that about an inch had got into me I was now struggling and turning to get away. Having established this small bridgehead into my ass Dave’s hands got into the same position as John had used on me previously and he pressed the pressure points to make my ass flare open. He was so big that even using this trick he only got about six inches into me and I could feel the muscles tear as he attempted to drive himself further into me. He stopped and told John to get closer so that he could stop me screaming when he tried to go further in. He started to pull out slowly and that was as painful as he trying to get in due to the muscle spasms that he was causing by being impaled upon me was. He had pulled back about an inch when he stopped moving altogether and we stayed that way for about a minute it was still absolute agony but the muscles had adjusted to the position they had been forced into. Without any warning he launched himself forward and thrust another three inches into me. My mouth opened wide to scream but no sound came out as I was completely winded by the force of the assault. Then a thin reedy wail came from the back of my throat until John sprang forward and thrust his cock to the back of my throat.



I was now very frightened I knew that the sudden thrust had caused something to tear deep inside me and I felt warm liquid in my ass. He stayed in the same position holding himself in me without moving for another minute and then he started a slow withdrawal from me. I could feel the muscles start to move back into place but the pain around the sphincter muscle was greater as the giant head of his prick made it open to release him. I could feel something drip from my ass and did not know what it was. Dave just reached for more lube and spread a handful up my ass he then spread another handful on his prick but put more on the base than the top. He got back into position put the head in and then used the pressure points to thrust his way back to where he had come from. That left about three to four inches to go he then said to me that he had got to a point in me that was like a nodule and once he got past that the pain would ease. As he said it he did it and the force of him hitting the nodule almost made me pass out. I could feel the head of his prick graze over the nodule and his massive prick slide further up into my bowel. He had stated the truth and the pain deep within me eased but it was impossible to cope with the pain everywhere else in my ass. Every move every thrust caused me great pain. He hammered it in and out of me for at least ten minutes until I almost passed out I had John thrusting himself in and out of my mouth and I could hardly breathe. John shot his wad deep into my mouth and I passed out as I could not breathe.

When I came to only John and Howard were there the men had gone off to the bar and told John to get us home. I could barely move and Howard was not in good shape either. Howard said to me I was bleeding from my ass and we both went to the bathroom to look at the damage to both of us. Howard asked me to check him and he bent over so that I could see his ass. There was just a massive hole there and I asked him how it felt. He said he could actually feel a breeze blow into him as it felt so wide open I asked if I could try to trace my finger around his ass.



He said yes and I traced it around he said can you put your had in and I just did it it was that big. He then checked me with the same results we were worried that we would never be able to crap properly and I was frightened as I was bleeding quite a bit. We both turned on John and forced the truth out of him. He always targeted us as fresh young ass to feed the habits of his sea going mates all the seduction and games were designed to make us ready for the main event which had just occurred. Ill as we felt and as abused as we were John got the hiding of his life from both of us. We beat him up we put him into the same position Howard had been put in and we forced the giant dildo into his ass. We left him there for his mates to find him when they returned from the bar he must have been sore by the time they returned.

Drunken twink gets fucked by a couple of horny gay boys and shows off his cum-soaked asshole

The Hike of a Lifetime Ch. 2

This is in continuation to my first story i.e. The hike of my lifetime. I would advice you to go through that story first just to get a link of things…



One more thing I had committed a faux pas in my earlier story. At first I said that I rolled a condom over Jason’s cock and then in the next scene I had his cum dripping onto the bed. Someone pointed it out to me. I want to thank him…



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After the most glorious sex I just wanted to lie down relax and bask in my newly discovered relationship. Apparently Jason too had the same plans because he proceeded to lie down beside me on the bed. As the bed was meant for a single person that meant lying down in spoon fashion with my bottom nicely cuddled against his groin. I wickedly jiggled my bottom against his cock wanting to see his reaction. With a menacing growl he reached over and bit my ear making me squeak in protest. I could feel him becoming hard against me all over again. I jiggled some more till he became iron hard and then we proceeded to use up one more condom…



We spent about four hours at the cabin. I felt that my knee was definitely up to making the rest of the hike. Obviously I was not as hurt as I had thought. I voiced my thoughts to Jason and though he was still concerned he said that it was all up to me. So we decided to rendezvous to the lodge which was supposed to be our halt for the night. We made good time and reached the lodge in the evening.



The rest of the group had set up a campfire and were definitely glad to see us. After inquiring about my health everyone had a good time eating the grub and cracking jokes. When we wanted to retire for the night we faced an unforeseen problem which worked out to the advantage of Jason and me. It so turned out that all the rooms were occupied but for one. The lodge keeper solicitously enquired if we would mind sharing the room. He could arrange for a spare bed to be brought up into the room. I could barely keep up a straight face when I said that I didn’t really mind. Jason was quick to voice his approval with the arrangements.



As soon as the spare bed had been brought in and everyone had retired for the night we quickly put the two beds together and jumped into bed. I lowered my head onto his lap and he sat stroking my hair.



“Jason” I said shyly. “What is it sweetheart” he asked me softly.



“Can you do me a favor?”



“If it is within my powers I definitely will.” He said unhesitatingly.



“I have always had this fantasy of being dominated you know? Sort of of being controlled by a person.” “But I don’t want to get physically hurt.” I hastened to add. “Do you understand?”



“Yes I think I do” he said with a wicked smile.



“Now ” he said pushing me away from his lap “we are going to play a little game.” “You are going to have a very hard time getting me to make love to you.”



“Hmpf big deal.” I was not very impressed. “And why do you think I will want you to make love to me? I don’t think I am that desperate.” I was determined to best him.



“If you are not you will soon be.” Saying thus he straddled my hips and imprisoned my arms above my head. He swooped down on my mouth like an eagle giving me no time to protest though I don’t think I would have protested even if I was given the time. He bit down on my lips softly tracing them with his tongue. I moaned softly wanting more. He then plunged his tongue into the moist recesses of my mouth stroking my tongue with this. I entwined my tongue with his trying to pull more of him into my mouth and he let me. I was sucking on his tongue like mad biting into it like a soft juicy fruit. After we tongue-dueled for a while he flipped me onto my back and rode me like a cowboy. He still had my arms trapped beneath his and he now began to ravage my neck giving me tiny little love bites all along the nape which felt like little electric shocks.



He grasped my ear with his teeth and gave it a little tug and then dipped into the hollow of my ear. I never knew I had so many erogenous zones in my body. He then ran his tongue down my spine all the way down to my bottom. He bit down on my rump with such force that I yelled in protest. I could see from the corner of my eye that he was hard to say the least. He ran his cock up and down the crack of my ass and I almost came then. He slowly let me up and at once I assumed a convenient position expecting his cock within me any moment. When it didn’t happen I thought that he had gotten up to get a condom. When I turned I saw that he was coolly sitting on the edge of the bed adjusting the covers. I couldn’t believe my eyes. What the hell was wrong with him?



“Hey what’s the matter?” I asked slowly getting up. “Aren’t you going to continue?”



“No” he said coolly.



“But why?” I asked in frustration.



“Didn’t I say that you are going to have a tough time getting me to make love to you?”.



Surely he was kidding. He couldn’t be serious at a time like this. But I could see that he wasn’t.



“Now I want you to beg me to make love to you and do everything in your power to coax me.” Saying so he stretched his legs out and folded his arms on his chest.



I went to him and kissed him full on the lips. I stroked his chest lightly teasing his nipples into tight buds. I then bent down and sucked on them. When I saw that that was not working I moved down to his thighs stroking them lightly. I moved down to his feet caressing them with my hands and then taking his toes into my mouth. I sucked on each one and ran my tongue down the soles of his feet. I looked up to see that he was not particularly moved. I now moved up to his cock which I had saved for last. I took the velvety tip into my mouth and ran my tongue along the tiny depression. I then took him in fully and gave him the blowjob of his life blowing and sucking so hard that my face turned red. I then turned my attention to his balls and sucked on each one making them wet with my saliva. I then deep-throated him for quite some time sure that he definitely could not resist this. When that too did not have any apparent effect I was flabbergasted. Had I failed to have any effect over him whatsoever?. Was he bored with me so soon? I turned away wanting some time away from him. No sooner had I turned than Jason took my chin into his hand and turned my head towards him. I am sure that my misery was transparent on my face then. Without another word he took me into his arms and pressed me tightly into his chest. “I am so sorry sweetheart” he crooned running his fingers through my hair. “It was just supposed to be a game. I didn’t think I would hurt you so bad. I’m sorry truly I am.”



I just had to ask. “Do I have no effect on you at all?”



“Are you kidding. I barely managed to keep a straight face throughout your onslaught. When you were deep-throating me I thought that if you continued for a couple of seconds more I would be doing the begging. That was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. And now here is your reward.” Saying thus he got out a condom and quickly rolled it up not wanting to waste any more time. I was waiting for him to bring out the Vaseline but he surprised me. He lubricated me by flicking his tongue into my asshole. I had never experienced the likes of it in my life. He forced his tongue in as much as he could forcing my legs apart wider and wider. When he was finally satisfied he straightened up and thrust into me with one fluid motion. I felt none of the discomfort that I had felt before I was so primed up for him. I pushed back into him wanting more of him into me. He too was eager he ground his hips into mine till we were almost molded together. He pushed harder and harder gripping my shoulder till I was panting with exhaustion. When I felt that I could take no more he finally climaxed with one mega thrust which I felt must have penetrated my very core. I fell down on the bed exhausted and he fell on top of me crushing me with his weight. We were both slick with sweat.



He suddenly rolled over and sat up quite serious. “I want to say something.” He was dead serious. I felt a sudden chill run down my spine. This was it. He was going to give me the thank-you speech. It was nice while it lasted but now I must move on or something to that effect. Well I was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me disintegrate. I would deal with the rejection when I was alone. Now was the time for some first quality acting.



“Yes go on” I said trying to act nonchalant.



“I want you to hear me out. Okay? No interruptions absolutely no interruptions.”



“Ok.” I hoped I could control myself.



“ Well here goes. I know you are not very experienced but I am. Let me tell you that what we have here is something special something unique. No doubt the sex is spectacular but I feel this closeness with you this protectiveness which I have felt with no one. And I would like to explore this further beyond this hike. I don’t want to move too fast but I would like to see you more to know more about you. What do you say?” He looked so hopeful that all my fears vanished and I jumped into his arms overjoyed.



“Oh I would love to see you more. I thought you were going to leave me.”



“Honestly I don’t think I can. At least not without exploring this further. So what do you say? I can move in with my aunt. My job won’t suffer as I am a freelance writer. Are you up to more of me?



I thought that finally my dreams had come through…



Now that’s an end to this story. I think I am done with soppy romances for the moment. I am going to try my hand at some hard core stuff. I am thinking about doing a series on fetishes. Does anyone have any ideas???

Cute guys decided to relax and started drinking, but very soon they were so drunk that they began a gay sex session.

Cycling Shorts Ch. 01

It was a hot day in June when i went on my first cycling trip with Pete. I was 18 he was a year older & we d decided to head off to the country for some R&R while off work. For mile after mile i watched his ass cheeks pumping up & down rhythmically until my cock was pressing painfully against my thigh! When we made a stop i got off the bike with some difficulty & he smiled when he noticed the bulge in my lycra clad crotch



What’s brought that on? he asked.



Must be the heat i winked as i adjusted myself.



Yeah it sure is hot he grinned looking at me & the innuendo made my cock swell even harder.



I m surprised you could even ride with that in the way!



No problem man i just rise up out of the saddle!



We laughed & sat behind a hedgerow by the road to eat passing a bottle back & forth as we got our breath back. After a time he asked



Has it gone down enough to carry on yet?



Well almost i admitted as i was semi-hard & couldn t get the image of his supple ass out of my mind.



We can stay here until you re ready he said looking me meaningfully in the eyes & i looked down to see his cock was straining against the front of his shorts. I caught my breath & hesitated for a moment then reached over to grasp his fat tool through the thin material



Mmmmm that’s a fine feeling he gasped & he reached over to stroke my shaft as we kissed lightly then more ardently as the heat grew stronger between us until our lips parted with a breathless smack.



Stand up Pete i urged & pushed my face into his burning crotch to savour the aroma of his sweat through the lycra while he held my head & kept a lookout across the field as i eased his shorts down over those firm cheeks that i had admired for most of the day. His fat shaft sprang out to greet my probing tongue a nicely proportioned 8 tool that i could just wrap my fist around to jerk his hot meat while i licked along the velvety flesh to suck one of his balls into my mouth.



Oh god yessss he groaned stroking my hair while i stroked the flesh back & forth over his engorged knob. I groaned & gripped the base of my meat as i wrapped my lips around his balls licking & kissing them while my hand slid along his sweat-slick cock.



Suck me like that yes yes he urged & pumped his hips to meet my mouth as i took him in for the first time.



Mmmmm i moaned appreciatively as his pre-cum coated my tongue & the head swelled even more as i bobbed my head over his throbbing cock to suck harder & faster until he was fucking my mouth as i sucked him off eagerly my hands reaching around to cup his ass & pull him into my throat until i gagged & came up for air.



Don t stop o god don t stop he cried & pulled my mouth onto his cock as he fucked my mouth faster grunting with every stroke as his orgasm rushed closer.



Mmm mmm mmm mmmph i gasped & squeezed his ass even harder until he cried out



I m cumming cumming yes yes yessssss!! & held my head over his cock as a thick stream of hot juice shot down my throat making me splutter but i loved it! Another stream of thick cum poured over my tongue then another as he bucked against me with trembling thighs as i slipped a finger into the tight rosy hole of his ass to take every drop of his salty cum.



Mmmmm i love it! i gasped as a string of cum drooled from my lips. I stood up & we kissed passionately then he dropped to his knees & took all my 7 inches into his throat slowly looking into my eyes as i stood poised on the balls of my feet.



Ohhhhhh fuck yes pete yes like that. i groaned feeling my balls boiling full of spunk after the hot taste of his juice turning me on so much that i knew i wouldn t last long in his mouth. He ran his tongue all over my meat teasing my ass with a finger until i could take no more & held his head to pump my solid cock into his mouth.



Suck me off! i demanded urgently as my spunk began to surge along the thick shaft. Now Pete now suck it suck it all! i moaned & felt the cum burst from me in a torrent onto his tongue.



Aahhhh fuck yessssssssss i almost screamed as the pent-up juices cascaded into his waiting mouth again & again until i thought my knees would buckle with the force of it! He pulled it out of his mouth & jerked the rest over his lips licking them to relish the slippery stuff until all our passion was spent….for the time being i was sure of that!!

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Hotel Encounter

I was in an online chat room one morning when I met a man named Thomas. He told me he was at a hotel nearby and he was looking for oral sex. I asked Thomas if he would like some company and he said to come over to his room. The hotel in question is only five minutes drive from my home. I drove over and found Thomas s room number.



I knocked and was greeted by a surprise. Thomas opened the door he had just stepped out of the shower. Thomas was a short black man who was totally naked. I looked down to see an enormous black cock dangling between Thomas s legs. It was close to ten inches long and as thick as my wrist. The first thing that went through my head was how I would ever suck that big of a cock.



Thomas invited me in and told me to get comfortable by taking off my clothes. I was a bit embarrassed when I slipped out of my duds. My seven inch cock looked so tiny when I compared it to Thomas s dick. Thomas went over to the bed and motioned me to follow. I crawled in between Thomas s thighs. I took his massive pecker into my hand and brought it up to my lips.



Thomas took his one hand and started to push my head down onto his shaft. I could barely fit his cockhead between my lips. I was almost choking on his rod. I tried to swallow as much as I could. Thomas was beginning to get harder from the action of my mouth. In reality I could maybe get four or five inches down my throat. His cock was just too big.



I worked on his boner for a few minutes when Thomas had me pull off. He reached over to his suitcase and pulled out a small bottle of lube. My eyes must have gotten big. I knew what he had in mind and I doubted I could ever take that much cock inside me. I told Thomas I was much too tight to ever take that much cock in my ass. He told me to relax and it would all work out.



I was made to get on all fours with my ass facing the edge of the bed. Thomas got in behind me and began to rub the head of his black snake up and down my crack. I am extremely tight back there. I soon felt a bit of pain as Thomas pushed his head past my rim. He placed his hands on my hips and tried to push more of his cock into my tight hole.



It hurt like hell if the truth be told. I turned my head and saw two giant egg sacs dangling below his cock. That did get me excited I have to be honest. Thomas was pushing harder now trying to feed my asshole. My head was nearly on the bed with my ass pushed up to the sky. Thomas fed me more of his slab of black meat. God help me but I screamed.



It hurt so much but Thomas barely pulled back. He kept forcing more cock into me. How much I had in me I couldn t tell. I was almost afraid to look back and see. Thomas then pulled out and flipped me onto my back. He took my ankles up and rested them on his shoulders. I was frozen there. Thomas took his cock and fitted the head into my opening. He pushed my legs back to my chest and then began thrusting.



I nearly passed out. I knew I had more of Thomas s cock in me now than previously. He was also moving faster fucking me harder than when I was on all fours. I couldn t believe it but a few times I could feel Thomas s nut sac hitting my asscheeks. He must have had the entire ten inches thrust into my ass.



It had felt like something was reaching deep into my belly. I do know I was grunting and moaning. Maybe I had even cried out to Thomas to fuck me as hard as he could. My ass was being split by his black oak. I think I was just holding on for dear life. My body was become soaked with sweat. Thomas rammed the fuck out of me towards the end. That was when I knew he was getting close.



Thomas then let out a yell and arched his back. I felt my bottom being flooded by manseed. Lots of it. Thomas poured his love cum into my ass. How much of it I couldn t tell but I could feel gobs of his spunk dripping down my ass crack. Thomas must have pumped me another fifteen minutes from the time he first flooded my hole. I couldn t recall a time when someone ever filled me with that much cum.



Eventually we both calmed down and caught our breaths. Thomas pulled his spent cock out of me. He climbed up onto my chest directly above my mouth. I opened up and I cleaned his spent cock of all our love juices. I sucked his cockhead for a long time until his shaft was cleaned off. Thomas got off me and went into the shower once more I lay there on the bed. I was beat. Thomas s cum was pouring out my hole. After Thomas was done I took my turn in the shower stall. I tried to clean as much of the spunk off me as I could.



When I finished I got dressed. Thomas had to catch his flight so there wasn t much time to talk afterwards. Thomas said I was one of the tightest lovers he ever had. He wanted to meet with me the next time he flew into town. He told me he normally passed through every few months. We exchanged phone numbers and then we both left the hotel room.



The aftermath of being fucked like that was the following. I released cum from ass for many days after Thomas took me. I was a bit scared when I reached back and felt some blood around the rim of my hole. I am hoping it is nothing serious. Thomas stretched me beyond belief. When I had lovers in the following months they couldn t hold a candle to my black lover. Those cocks felt so small in my ass. I am hoping I can hook up with Thomas the next time he is in town. Until then I will have to live with those memories of the biggest cock I ever had.

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Wanted to Be Alone Ch. 02

Since I was told that my story was interesting good but a bit short and you also wanted me to continue well here I go.



I wake in the morning rubbing my eyes and the daylight comes in from the open widow. I gaze at the fireplace to see some red still glowing a chill in the air from the cool fall air. I hesitate to get out not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed but the amount of wine from last night tells me it is time to empty myself so I get up and make my way to the bathroom. I look in the mirror when I am done looking at my naked body. I grab my cock and hold it my head flashes back the thought of last night and I look to see the shower and wonder if it was all just a dream. My hand moves over my ass and by the feel my hole has when I touch it I do know that I was fucking my ass with my fingers that is for sure. I splash my face with water brush my teeth and head out to the kitchen. I stop and throw some wood on the fire and in no time I have the blaze roaring again the coffee is done the eggs are on my plate and I sit to have my breakfast. As I am eating I just stop and look down at myself here I am eating naked. I am not the type to walk around naked nor expose myself in any way or form in public but I can not help the way I feel. It must be this fresh mountain air the season fall does make me feel horny.



After I finish breakfast my second cup of coffee I clean up and head to shower take care of my morning ritual and get dress to head out and explore. I pack a bag with some food a blanket towel and of course some wine and out the door I go.



I love the sound of the fallen dried leaves beneath my feet the smell in the air and walking threw the woods is such a thrill. I don’t hesitate to go into the woods I have a excellent sense of direction and if I feel I am to far in I’ll just turn around but I want to get higher up I want to see it all.



About one hour into my hike I pause and listen. I hear water trickling and head into the direction. I find a creek and follow it down a little and come across a pond that has formed. What a nice open area an oasis in the middle of the woods. I just stand there amassed for a minute or two and then decide that this is where I will take my lunch. I unpack my bag spread the blanket and open the wine and start eating my lunch. I have to admit the sun on the water the warmth of its rays feels so good that I remove my shoes and socks pull up my pants and walk to the edge. Warm.. warm water up here how odd I think but hey I am all alone so what the hell. I quickly strip and jump into the water and frolic like a kid in a tub.



Yes this is just what I needed to get away from the hell that I live no meetings deadlines people calling people wanting me just nature and peace and quiet. I walk back to my blanket and pat myself down and lay back on the blanket. My body all fresh relaxed and naked in the mountain air with no one around has been playing in my mind that I grab my cock and begin stroking myself. I begin to reflect on the stranger from last night and I know that he was there. I can almost task his cock again in my mouth I can almost smell his musk. I see his thick hard cock in my mind my tongue licks across my lips. His eyes I’ll never forget his eyes how they pierce right threw my thoughts and into my soul as he looked into my mind and took control over me. His chest yes his strong hairy chest.. I am stroking myself crazy right now. My hand beating my cock in high gear. The slapping sounds as I hit bottom god I want him back with me. I know he was real I know I must have scarred him away but he told me to fuck myself and I did I did as he told me to do. I know if he was here that I would do as he commands in a heart beat. I know I tasted that cock I shoved it down my throat I choked on it. His balls yes his balls I remember how they sung below his cock as I sucked on him and “AHH GOD!!! Fuck oh oh god fuck me fuck me I want you I cry out as I shoot my load all over. Oh god did I just shoot one hell of a load all over my body my body is trembling and if anyone was around they were sure to hear but I don’t care I don’t move I just squeeze my cock and let the last few drops drip out on my stomach. After a few seconds I lift my head to see my cum all over myself and then with my free hand I rub it in. I get a nice load of cum and start to massage my balls and my cock. I hold my cock up and look at it as it shines in the sun with the wet cum all over. I can not believe that I am still hard after that I feel so good.



As I put my head back down I start stroking myself and cry out “where are you!” He could not be a dream I want him here with me now!. I shake my head and sit up grab my wine and down the glass. What the hell is wrong with me I am fantasying about a stranger that might have come into my life. I pour another glass and as I do I see my hard cock between my legs the cum still wet on it the hair matted from rubbing my cum in it my stomach hair matted drips of cum on my chest I smell to cum. I pick up the glass and hold it up and toast to the stranger “this is to you where ever you are”. I laugh and take a drink of my wine I lay back on my elbows legs spread and cock still hard. Fuck what the hell am I going to do? I grab my cock once again and begin masturbating myself. I grab my balls and start pulling on them a little pain but I am okay with it. I spread my legs and let my hand roan down I finger my hole. Oh the thought from last night of fucking my hole for that man has filled my mind. If I only moved on him faster I could have had him fuck me. I can almost see him again I can almost hear him tell me to fuck myself to finger my hold and get ready to be fuck. Yes oh yes I want to get ready I’ll make myself ready for you. I put my legs up spreading myself wide open for him and I am shoving my fingers into my hole once again. I am jerking hard on my cock and loving every minute of it. I sigh and moan and speak out load “fuck me fuck me you stranger fuck this hole of mine” I can hear him now tell me to spread my cheeks wide open that he wants to see my hole. I comply and with both hands I spread my ass cheeks as wide as I can spread them showing my hole to the sun. Oh god I can feel the warmth of the sun on my hole my hot hole my horny hole and I start to buck my hips against the warm rays. Oh eat my ass lick my hole make it wet make me hot make me your fuck toy use me. These words keep coming out of my mouth I hear him as me to beg for it and I do. Fuck me fuck me please fuck me hard shove your cock into me shove it up me and beg me beg you to stop fuck my hole.



My heart pounds my nipples and hard my cock throbbing my hole is open and waiting to be fucked. I want to finger my hole again and finish jerking of and as I go to put my legs down some I feel a hand on one and then the sudden pressure of a cock being inserted into my ass. A hand covers my mouth quickly my eyes open wide only to be blinded by the sun. A strong dry hand that covers my mouth is removed and he tells me that he has been watching and he knows that I want it “you want it don’t you?”



I can not talk the pain in my ass it almost overwhelming I knew if I wasn’t fucking myself that I would have passed out. God his cock is large is it his cock I can not tell he is not moving just something in my ass. I feel him move and he throws my legs on his shoulders and tells me to tell him to fuck me. “Fuck me” comes out in whisper.



He pulls out and shoves his cock into me and tells me to tell him to fuck me



“Fuck me” again comes out in whisper I don’t know why but I just can not come around to say it.



He pulls out and shoves it is and shouts “tell me”



“Fuck me fuck my ass fuck my hole!” I shout



“Yeah that’s what I wanted to hear” as he starts to pump my ass. “I saw you playing here and I knew you needed to be fucked don’t you?”



God I don’t want to talk I don’t want to look I don’t want to be here what is going to happen to me. I am beneath this man who is fucking me and oh yes this is starting to feel good. No I can not let that happen it is not good am I being raped? Yes hmmm my ass is feeling warm no hot god my hole feels good I am getting fucked and goddamn I am loving it.. “OOOHHH FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!!!!”



I can not believe that that just came out of my mouth but it has. He has gone wild over it he is a wild animal fucking my hole. I can now feel his body pressing up against mine god it feels good. He presses his chest down on my his arms next to mine his hands holding my shoulders I never thought it could feel like this.



I reach my arms around him and hold him tight and tell him that my ass is on fire that I need him to fuck me to fuck me for as long as he can. “I never want you to stop fuck me all day” I start to move against his thrusts catching his entire cock into the depths of my hole. God he is tearing me up and I want to be torn. His cock feels so thick I can almost feel this head it must be huge thick hard and it is driving into my hole. “FUCK ME!!”



My body senses are on end any part he touches just send me to the edge. I never felt like this no one has gotten my body so sensitive before in my life. My nipples send shocks waves straight across my body as I feel his hair from his chest rub against them. I don’t want to let him go I am getting my hole fucked and fucked good. I have no idea of who this is but I only know that this is something I need and I need it so bad. To feel his cock fill and empty my hole and it is pulled in and out pulled I me thrusted in and out. I this what I have red about that hot feeling of having another man fuck your hole. I feel him massaging my prostate as he fucks my hole and I am loving it. I am powerless helpless I fell prey to him and I love it. Gees how can this feel so good my body is on fire my hole can not get enough the fresh air the sound of the water the warmth of the sun the touch of his body the sounds from his breath in my ear his cock fucking my hole and my movement against his his cock in my his cock fucking my and oh oh Oh my…. OH Oh my OH OH!!! OH GOD GOD GOD.. Oh FUCK ME FUCK ME DAMN IT! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK ME AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!



I just shot one hell of a load all over his stomach I feel it dripping onto mine my cock throbbing like crazy. I think my cock will explode goddamn! my ass is so tight and he is stuffing himself into it hard right now and I can feel him getting harder in my hole or am I tighter. His breathing and oh yes that still feels so good yes that he is cuming. I feel his hot juices shooting into me oh yes how good it feels. His trembling body on top of me clasping onto me. His cock throbbing inside me the warmth of his cum in my hole and yes oh yes I I I I am going to cum again yes I am cuming I am shouting out I am cuming I am cuming Oh fucking yes! Yes I am cuming I AHH FUCK YES!



I can not believe that I just shot two loads and never touched my cock. My legs wrapped tight around him my arms hold him close I am not going to let go. I move my hips to get a few extra pumps into me and he just falls harder down upon me pressing his entire weight on me. Oh yes this is just perfect just what I needed. Now if only the sun would go down or a cloud would come by I could see what this guy who just fucked the hell out of me looks like but for now I am content and just lay there.



Well sometime later I awoke only to find that I am alone. Remnants of cum all over my chest my clothes scattered about the blanket a mess and all unarranged. I know he was here I know we fucked. What is with this guys why does he do this to me. I gather my things get dressed and head back. I just can not stop thinking about him and what we just had today yesterday. Was I raped or did I submit to him and where is he. How is he able to get out without any trace of actually being there with me. God my body is weak I don t feel like walking back but I keep on. The clouds are forming up above me and the wind is picking up. looks like a storm is headed my way and I pick up the pass and make it back to the cabin in good time.



Once I reached the cabin I unpack my bag pour a glass of wine bring in some more firewood and feed the fire turn on the tub and got undressed and began to soak began to think about him.



So what should I do he has one more day at the cabin… shall I go on? Thanks for all your feed back I will work in your requests in my stories.

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Six-Pack Boi Hunk

I had convinced myself it was a good investment when I parted with my three hundred bucks to register at Abs my second gym in three months. It had been by chance that I saw Chris Wilson enter. I saw him show his membership card and sign in confirming to my satisfaction that he was a member.



We both attended Lord Kitchener High School but we weren t classmates. Chris was one grade ahead and probably one year older than me. He and his family had arrived in Kitchener only two weeks earlier. Although I adored the ground he walked on and believed the sun shone from his butt hole he was unaware of my existence.



He gave me an embarrassing erection the first morning I saw him in the corridor. I followed him even though we had been going in opposite directions. I felt like one of the little people walking behind Gulliver. I was five-ten but he seemed to tower over me. His medium length dark hair generously gelled sparkled whenever he passed under a light fixture. I thought that if he took one really deep breath he d split his t-shirt. I felt seasick from watching his gorgeous bubble-butt swinging from side to side.



My desire to catch up to him to pull his jeans down and lick his ass was overwhelming. I knew immediately that he was an angel who could demand anything of me and I wished I d had the nerve to tell him. I had become like a zombie concerning everything but my erection and the jolly giant who s muscled body I craved.



At lunchtime I rushed along the corridor almost bowling others over to get to his homeroom in time to ogle him. It annoyed me incredibly to see him talking and laughing with a group of his classmate as they walked toward the cafeteria I felt an unfair resentment for anyone who seemed to be getting close to him. But my resentment for the miserable guy serving in the cafeteria was indescribable. The guy who consistently treated everybody like they were crap smiled widely while searching for a perfect cut of meat for Chris. Good lookers always had everything handed to them I believed disgustedly.



I regretted my rotten mood but it was because there seemed to be competition everywhere I looked and because I still had an erection. Being too disturbed to eat anything I got a glass of milk and sat at a table with some of my classmates to excite myself even more just by watching Chris eat. Meanwhile I silently prayed for the briefest of eye contact that would ve let him know I existed.



I had gone to the gym several times but Chris was never there. This time I went directly from school. I had just signed the log when a wave of excitement engulfed me. Chris was right behind me. I rushed to the dressing room so I could wait for him and find out where his locker was. Placing my gym bag on a bench just inside of the room I rooted through it while surreptitiously watching till Chris got settled. Our lockers were less than ten feet apart.



Sitting in front of my locker I removed my sneakers and socks without taking my eyes off Chris. I was spellbound when he pulled his t-shirt over his head. His upper body was awesome. My cock twitched when I fantasized licking his pecks and chewing on his nipples. My hard cock had plagued me for as long as I could remember. I wondered how I d change into my shorts burdened as I was with my temporary – I hoped – impediment.



Would I get to see him completely naked I wondered. I was so enamored of him I was frightened of what I might do if I saw his bare ass- especially with the throbbing hard on squeezed between my thighs. I wished I could turn off my mind.



The room was quite crowded with guys ogling Chris and again I felt resentful. I was sure he wasn t deliberately trying to drive me crazy when he took a pair of Jockey shorts from his locker sniffed them and threw them back. When he went in the direction of the bathroom I brazenly took the shorts from his locker and threw them into my bag. I d planned to use them in my next jerk-off session.



He folded his jeans and placed them in his locker. Then removing his underwear he turned to face me and get his gym shorts from his bag. Suddenly his uncut cock was close enough that I could ve licked it It was majestic. Chris had a pair of balls too large to fit in one hand. I was drenched with underarm sweat. I felt sweat on my forehead as well.



I raised my eyes from his crotch to find him looking directly at me. Hi he said smiling to show gleaming teeth. Oh god I thought he knows I ve been staring at his cock. You attend Kitchener don t you?



Yes I replied nervously.



I thought you looked familiar he said extending his hand My name is Christopher Wilson.



I m Brent Anderson Chris glad to meet you I said embarrassed by my sweating You re a grade ahead of me I added. I couldn t understand what had happened that took care of my erection but whatever it was I was glad.



I m the new boy in town…only been here a couple of weeks he explained Looking to make friends.



Count me in Chris I told him enthusiastically where you from?



I m a Tennessee country boy he said laughing and added Davy Crockett country. He was in no way self-conscious. I couldn t understand how a guy could sit totally naked in front of other guys. I had never been able to do that without getting hard.



I hope my staring didn t bother you Chris I said apologetically I think your body is very impressive…. You must ve been working out fer a long time.



All the country boys are built…It s daily strenuous work that does it he explained. Do you come to the gym often?



Most very day I lied.



Me too he said Maybe we could be workout buddies he said anxiously.



Sure I said smiling enthusiastically That d be fantastic. We could come right from school.



Our muscles will be the envy of everybody in the school. He said. Didn t he realize his muscles were already formidable I wondered.



We had a great time doing our workout together. I was relieved that he didn t comment on how little progress I d made considering I was supposed to have been working out every day. Chris was a truly delightful guy. I had great difficulty believing how well things had turned out. Just being his friend was an incredible joy for me. After our work out dripping with sweat he smelled sexy as hell. It seemed a shame that we had to shower it all away. And to realize I d showered with him without getting an erection was a major miracle. I did feel a twinge however when I began fantasizing soaping him.



As I had planned that night I spent hours in bed with his underwear on my face and my cock in my hand. I got myself almost to the point-of-no-return on countless occasions. Yes Chris honey lemme swallow your cum I d repeat to myself over and over until I finally allowed myself to go all the way and dumped an incredible load into the rear end of Chis s underwear.



I fell asleep with the most delectable section of the Shroud of Chris in my mouth. I wondered how Chris would ve handled it had he known how badly I wanted his butt. I thought of practically nothing during my waken hours and my dreams but the supreme ecstasy of having my tongue in his ass.



He was like a lightening rod in the cafeteria and it bothered me very much. I worried that he d make close friends that might usurp my time with him. And besides there was a real possibility that some of them might have an ulterior motive.



Chris and I had been working out together for several weeks. We were in the showers at the gym. I was relieved that I hadn t been raising an unwanted erection. I thought that concentrating on anything other than sex when I was with him was responsible for my success. Your developing a great six-pack have you noticed?



Yes Chris I can t believe I did it this fast…I was your coaching I told him appreciatively.



Has your girlfriend made any remarks about it? He asked surprising me.



I don t have a girlfriend I said laughing and adding I look in the mirror and tell myself how fantastically well I m doing…Seriously though I m very happy with my abs. I m getting to look a lot like you I said grinning. I wondered if it had been wishful thinking on my part that he d expressed a brief indication of relief on learning I had no girlfriend.



I guess with your looks you can have a different one every night huh?



Chris are you screwing with my head? I asked laughing loudly. Meanwhile he d been spending an awful lot of time twisting his soapy hand around his knob. I couldn t stop staring at his semi-hard cock and wondering if he intended to go all the way. Have you got a girlfriend Chris?



Yep he said smiling conspiratorially then holding his hand out to me he said You wanna shake with her? He asked laughing hilariously. Supposedly going along with his joke I reached out for the girlfriend that had been pleasuring his knob and knew I d have to think of some way to explain my erection.



Oh Chris I said feigning shock Look what your girlfriend did to me.



I suspected she was slutting around the bitch. He stood directly under the spray to rinse and I watched transfixed as the suds moved slowly down his back and into his bubble-butt crack. I couldn t help fantasizing my throbbing cock sliding into that gorgeous soap-slicked ass.



I m gonna stop at the B-B-Q and pick up some chicken Chris if you don t have any plans why don t we go to my place and eat? I invited.



Yes! That would be great thanks. He was very enthusiastic about my plan and I hoped something meaningful would come of it. I thought of telling him to bring his girlfriend but I wasn t sure he d have thought it funny.



I took two bottles of cheap Italian wine from the cupboard and opened them both. Seeing them his eyes widened. Hey are we supposed to drink both bottles I hardly ever drink you know?



We have to drink it all I said authoritatively I already threw away the corks I lied the screw-tops were readily available in the trash can. Then I jokingly told him besides wine is excellent fer developing abs.



Chris jumped into wine drinking with both feet and though he d said he never drank I couldn t keep up with him. Take it easy Chris your gonna end up puking all over me I advised him smiling.



It ll be your own fault we ve got a lot of wine to get rid of…I like it though it s making me all warm inside he said slightly glassy-eyed. He continued drinking while I put the dishes in the sink.



Let s take the wine in the living room where we can be comfortable I said picking up the wine bottles. He removed his sneakers and leaned back in an over-stuffed chair. The living room also serving as the bedroom I sat on the edge of the bed and removed my sneakers.



Whew it sure is getting warm he said pulling his t-shirt over his head. Indeed the wine plus his bare chest was overheating me too. Grabbing at my crotch I said Excuse me Chris Gotta go pee I said hanging onto my cock.



I went into the bathroom and fished my gay porn magazine from its hiding place under the sink and stuffed it into the shower accessories rack behind the curtain. It was not too well hidden that Chis wouldn t find it if he pocked around. Later I could check to see if it had been moved.



I think we re running out of wine Chris said smiling goofily You got any more? he asked. I removed the cap and placed the bottle on the coffee table. Thanks It s really good goddam wine…I think. Chris mumbled.



Your right though Chris it really does warm y up I remarked removing my t-shirt proudly now that he d convinced me I had abs. How do my pecs look Chris?



you look fantastic…Your looking like a muscle man. He swayed slightly when he got up to approach me. Le me feel your biceps. He squeezed one arm and I felt the sensation all the way down to my cock. Load it up he ordered. I flexed the muscle and he felt it again. Yes it s goin real good…I gotta piss man he said draining his glass.



Remember Chris if you shake it more than twice your playing with it. Anxiously I waited for him to come back so that I could check to see if he d taken the bait.



I couldn t possibly get out of the way. It had happened too quickly that Chris had tripped over his own feet and his full weight was descending on me. Suddenly I was lying helplessly underneath him. I thought he was asleep. He was snoring softly. Chris! I led near to his ear Chris fer Christ sake are you okay? I asked again panic in my voice. He raised his upper body until his face was just over mine. Then showing his gleaming teeth he began to laugh raucously.



You thought your wine killed me huh? He asked now laughing fiendishly.



Oh my god Chris! You re a bastard you know. I can t- He shushed me by roughly pressing his mouth over mine preventing me from saying anymore. As his tongue entered my mouth I felt his large hard nipples against my chest. Then my mind finally catching up with the fast moving events I felt his erection seemingly searching for any opening it might find on my body.



The movie The Exorcist popped into my mind when I physically felt my tension and anxiety demons being exorcised from my consciousness. Chris s hand slipped under the waistband of my underwear to grip my granite-hard cock. My pre-cum I felt certain was flowing into his hand his slippery massaging of my cock head caused my toes to curl so that I feared they might cramp.



I wondered if it was the gym workouts that had given me the strength to roll him onto his back. I got off of the bed and lifted his legs from the floor onto the mattress to open his belt and remove his jeans and underwear. Reaching across him I adjusted the rheostat to dim the lights enough to eliminate other distractions while still being able to admire his outstanding body. Chris took my hand and placed it on the head of his long solid erection. I moved the long foreskin back and while kneading his balls kissed him on his pee hole. Tasting his pre-cum Suck me he whispered.



Patience Chris I said kissing his eyes We ve got the whole night ahead of us…Don t worry we ll do everything baby. I touched him lovingly everywhere on his body. I ran my fingertips through his hair while scratching his scalp lightly with my nails.



Ah that feels so good he said appreciatively. Squeezing his ball sac into what resembled a double-scoop ice cream cone I saturated it with saliva by licking it around and around. Oh my god your making me feel loved way beyond what I deserve he said humbly This is the most incredibly exciting time I ve ever had…I m beginning to feel a little worried he said sounding deeply concerned. I moved up to look into his eyes.



What re you worrying about?



Well…I don t have any experience doing this I m scared you ll be disappointed with my performance like stuff to make you feel as good as your doing to me…I ve never been in bed with anybody he said sounding nervous.



I ve never been with anybody either Chris this is my first time too…Don t worry baby your doing more for me than you can imagine I assured him. I slipped my tongue into his mouth for a moment before licking down to his pecs. His nipples were large and pointed. I bit down hard on one until he squirmed momentarily before finally shouting out. I switched to suck and lick his other nipple but it wasn t long before he pressed my mouth hard against his breast encouraging me to bite him again he d discovered the joy of a mix of pain with pleasure I had concluded.



My pre-cum slicked cock head rubbing against his was causing us both to breath hard so I stopped it thus preventing either of us from cumming too soon.



I moved my hand slowly up and down his stomach enjoying the bumpy feeling of his spectacular abs. When my hand got to his pubic hair I had to go there. I inhaled his crotch fragrance when I licked and chewed the thick curly bush. The way he was raising his butt indicated that he was anxious to have some attention paid to his cock.



Suck me he asked anxiously. I sucked his large knob into my mouth. His sigh expressed his extreme pleasure. Surrendering his cock momentarily I soaked my finger with saliva. When I again took his cock into my throat I pushed my finger into his butt hole. His reaction caused the wine glasses to tinkle.



In the beginning I wanted Chris for nothing more than his body. Then I realized it was more than that. I worried that I was deeply in love with him and wondered if he felt the same about me. I also wondered what life might be like without him I hoped I wouldn t have find out.



Climbing over him I got between his legs to take his cock and do a real job on it. I directed it to my mouth to slurp all over his knob and dig my tongue into his pee hole. I slipped down on it until my face was pressed against his pubic hair and his knob was rubbing deep in my throat. Chris moaning loudly fucked my mouth slowly at first but then his tempo increased until he was face-fucking me like a madman. When I thought he was too close to shooting his load I stopped once again.



Before he could complain I had lifted his legs and pressed his knees against his chest to tongue-wash the section of his body that gave him the most pleasure. He moaned loudly on feeling the unbelievable pleasure of a hot wet tongue licking up and down his ass crack. Lord jeesus that s gotta be the most absolute freakin enjoyable thing I ll ever feel. But he d said that before I pushed my tongue into the hole.



Meanwhile his old girlfriend was jerking his cock wildly. Would you like to feel my cock in your ass Chris? I asked hopefully.



Yes! Fuck my ass off



After hocking a lubie on his button I inserted two fingers. When he d become accustomed to it I squeezed the base of my cock and pressed my knob hard against his hole. Oh I don t know…I don t think I ll be able to take it…Oh no Your too fucking big fer me.



You ll be able to take it Chris make like your trying to take a crap. I read in a book that doin that helps to open your hole. I pressed harder and he kept trying.



Yes keep pushing I think we ll get it in…Oh ow oh yes it s opening. I couldn t believe the glorious feeling when my knob had finally slipped in followed quickly by my entire length. Fuck me hard n fast yes I love hearing the slapping sound when you crash into me…Can t you go any faster Brent? He bounced up and down to meet my bashing thrusts. I thought his powerful sphincter muscle would cut my cock in half. Ahh fuck-me-fuck- fuck me hard darling. Keep pulling all the way out and pushing just your knob back in Oh yes hurt me baby I love it. keep doing it…Faster faster faster…Oh fuck yes you sadist son-of-a-bitch ohhh yes. I m cumming!



Cum in my mouth! I shouted as I hurriedly covered his erupting volcano.



Ohh Oh god it s heaven he shouted as his entire body convulsed. He pulled my head to his cock and blasted his load into the back of my mouth to slip smoothly down my throat.



Chris I m cumming too. Oh man it s too awesome. Ah Ahh I shouted as I slapped against him once more before pulling my cock from his ass. My cum shot into his mouth as well as everywhere else on his face.



Brent he said breathlessly as he licked my cum from around his lips This has been the experience of my lifetime. My ass hasn t burned this bad since the last time my dad raised welts on it with his belt…. I don t think I ll ever forget either occasion.



I know I ll never forget this occasion. It was so much more than I could ve imagined Chris…And it couldn t have happened with a more adorable doll.

Will you answer me honestly if I ask you a kind of embarrassing question…I find it hard to ask you he said awkwardly.



You can ask me anything Chris. Of course I ll be honest with you.



Well…like what we have between us…With me I don t want it to have been just like a kinda one time thing. I guess I m asking you if we could be boyfriends.



I thought we already were Chris I told him taking him into my arms to kiss.



I m relieved he whispered then asked Is there anymore wine left?



Ah-hah so your becoming an alcoholic too I said laughing. I think I might find another bottle I said going to the cupboard.



What did you mean when you said Too are you an alcoholic? He asked concernedly.



No certainly not I told him laughing loudly I was only joking with you. I meant are you becoming an alcoholic as well as a homosexual I explained to him.



Oh he said pausing a moment before asking Do we consider ourselves to be gay bi or curious? Chris asked with furrowed brow.



You can pick whichever your most comfortable with…That s what most guys do I think.



We decided we d party with the last bo8ttle of wine before showering away the cum evidence of our fantastic fuck session.



Did you put the porn magazine back in the shower rack Chris I wouldn t want it to get wet? I asked a big smile on my face.



What porn magazine? Chris asked innocently I never saw it. What re you talkin about?



I dunno. Forget I asked…Maybe I m all wine-fogged Chris. I said smiling in anticipation as I watched him with his wine in one hand and his gorgeous quickly lengthening cock in the other. Hurry up and finish your wine Chris.