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webmaster — Fri, 08 Oct 2010 00:39:28 +0000

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The aroma of roasted coffee beans is a delectable smell, one that conjures images and memories. It takes me back to my childhood, when my father would get up in the morning and make a pot before waking us children. It wafted into every room in the house, lingered well after the pot was done, and after we came home from school it would permeate from the wood of our furniture, the cloth of our curtains, our beds.

He stands behind me, unbuckling my pants, and caressing his groin onto my ass. His grunts are rhythmic, his breath hot against my ear. He drops my pants and works his magic on my boxers. His hard-on is no longer inconspicuous. He bends me over against the sack of coffee beans we keep in the storage area, my ass sticking out for him.

He was a strong man, rough, unkempt most of the time, but lovable. His big strong arms were perfect for embraces and could knock a man out cold for the tiniest transgressions. He was my dad. The tower of manliness I tried so hard to emulate but couldn’t. He wouldn’t let himself be bent over a sack of coffee beans, ass sticking out, waiting for any available dick to enter the sphincter. He wouldn’t let his boss take advantage of this situation. I just wasn’t him.

So I stopped being him a long time ago. I let my boss take me in the storage room after hours. I let him drop my pants and fuck me silly. I craved it. His rough hands were gentle on my boxers, his tongue daring and controlling. I am putty in his hands. The amount of pleasure I get from him is intolerable, it’s raw. His hand reaches for my escaped cock and it twitches uncontrollably under his touch. I hiss as an intake of breath surges through me. “Ooooooh goooooooood,” I exhale, his cut member poking my ass.

He kisses my neck and chuckles against my ear. He proceeds to lick my ear and I go ahead and stick my ass out more, just for him.

My ass is eager.

“Ju–just stop f–fucking around a–,” I mumble through to my next word. “Fuck me.”

He obliges, albeit slowly, by pressing his head into my ass. He inches his way into me, stretching me and readying me for his girth with just his head. Needless to say that it hurts. He grips my shaft and begins jerking me off which makes me tighten on his cock. He exhales as I do so and I can feel him wanting to drive the entire length inside. My cock hardens, pointing straight out. He pushes me hard and I lay down on the sack of beans, my rock hard cock between my pubis and the bag, his hands cradling my hips.

This wasn’t the first time I found my self in the storage room. He was so open, so uninhibited, and that attracted me. A month after I started working for his little coffee shop we had already established a relationship. I was his apprentice, he my mentor. A month after, I was his confidante. The escalation between employer and employee to lovers was gradual and unobtrusive. It was welcoming, wanted, and I did want it. His strong arms became a part of my fantasy. The aroma of the beans heightened my senses and I became enthralled with the fantasy itself. When I worked with him he no longer was my boss, my manager, but rather my father. His embrace felt the same, his demeanor identical to his; you could swear they were one in the same.

And I let it engulf me.

I wanted him and I let it slip ever so gentle. I prodded him towards my goal, my gain: I wanted him. I crossed my own fantasy. This was no longer my father in my mind, this was my own, my desire. I wanted him. When I made it clear that I’d much rather empty his till than the register, he escorted me to the storage room. The scent hit me hard, but it failed to deter me. On the contrary it fueled my desire.

And I sucked him.

I let him spill his seed in my mouth and I drank it. I drank it as if it were espresso cream. I satisfied him, but I noticed his confused look. I apologized right then and there and I begged his forgiveness. I was waiting on the final verdict: sexual harassment, termination. It never came. He pulled me up and kissed me. He wrapped me in his arms and I remembered my father. Yes I was his once again; his and only his.

I started working closing after that night. He pulled his other employees from closing and placed them on opening shift. After counting the till, we walked to the storage room and fucked. I would blow him and then he’d fuck me. He spilled his seed in my ass and I held it there until I got home. We had no intention of stopping.

He loved me purely, and I only half-loved him. He wasn’t my father and yet I wanted him to be. I badly wanted him to be so I could embrace him, take him, love him. I held his seed in my ass and I wanted it to be his instead of my manager’s. I pulled out a lighter and I flicked it on and off. I watched the orange flame dance on the wick, wanted it to dance and dance until it could be free to dance all over my room. I started to cry, cum oozing out my ass, with the lighter still lit and held firmly.

This was last night.

I went into the storage room and he pushed me against the wall and I stared at him. He’d never been this rough and I was taken aback. His face crept closer onto mine and I saw the lust in his eyes. The unmistakable glint that was sexual desire was displayed so grossly. I didn’t smile, I didn’t blink, I just stared. He kissed me rough and turned me around. It hurt, but I let him keep going. His rhythmic grunts keeping tempo to our private dance.

He slips his entire length into me and I yelp. It hurts as he is not using anything for lubrication. He grunts and pulls it out entirely. I hear him spit on his hand and I feel his wet hand on my crack, his saliva pushed into me. I hear him spit again and then I hear the sound of hand on wet cock. He guides his member back to the hole and it slides better this time. He pushes hard into me and he ends up over me. His arms wrap themselves around my shoulders as his hips grind his cock deep inside me.

“Eric,” I hear him say, “God Eric, you feel wonderful.”

I don’t smile, I don’t move, I just let him fuck me. He’s pinning me against the sacks of beans and pounding me. He nibbles on my neck and tightens the embrace. I groan. I whimper as his length fills me up and his warmth wraps me, cradling me. I groan audibly and he bites down on my neck. He sucks on the bite and pumps me harder. I close my eyes, letting the cock inside me work its magic. I call his name, quietly, but he doesn’t answer.

“Oh Roy,” I say and he answers. His cock starts to spasm in my ass, letting me know he will cum soon.

“Cum in me, Roy.”

He pumps harder and harder, putting one of his hands out to push himself against the wall to pump all of his cream inside me. His cock contracts and shoots me with cum, but he doesn’t stop humping me. He kisses me all over while his thrusts start dying out, and starts whispering into my ear, “I love you.”

He says, “You’re mine.”

He gets off me and pulls his pants up and walks away. He leaves me in the storage room to gather myself. I do so, pulling out the lighter that I keep in my pocket. This lighter of mine, I light it and I watch the flame start dancing again. This lighter is all that I have to remember him by.

“I love you, too, Roy,” I say quietly, “I love you, too.”

And I start crying.

~*~*~

Beloved father
Respectable citizen
Dearest son

Roy Campbell
(1954-1995)

I stand above his tombstone, flowers in hand, lighter in my pocket. His tombstone is littered with flowers, all freshly placed. The winter air forces me back into the warm layers of my trench coat. I place the flowers down, eyes shrink-wrapped in tears, and I pay my respects. My father, buried under six feet of dirt, lays there comfortably unbeknownst of my actions. If he knew I would shame him. When he died, the fire fighters found a lighter amidst the wreckage. They gave it to me, and I kept it to remind me of him. I loved him. I love him.

I want you back.

“Daddy,” I say, and I walk away.

Doc Makes Boi Jizz

webmaster — Mon, 04 Oct 2010 17:39:28 +0000

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I sat on the edge of my bed while looking out the window at the setting sun. I was at odds with myself. I still couldn’t get over the fact that for the last 5 weeks, I have been masturbating to thoughts of having another guys cock in my ass and mouth.

Even now, these thoughts were battling in my head. I was an attractive white heterosexual who adores women, but yet, I was so turned on by watching big black cocks force themselves into the tiny white ass and mouths of other men.

I have been keeping these gay porn videos hidden from my girlfriend, Camille, but I knew she would find them sooner or later.

I shook my head, went into the bathroom, and started getting ready for my date tonight with Camille. I adjusted the water in the shower, stepped in, and wondered how s

I looked out the window, and saw that the sun had almost completely set. I sat on he would feel about what I had discovered about myself. I washed my hair, rinsed, then soaped a wash cloth and proceeded to wash my body.

I mean really, guys are aroused by watching girls have sex with other girls, maybe a guy on guy would turn her on. Perhaps it’s even one of those secret sexual fantasies that she is always talking about, but won’t reveal to me.

I put the cloth down and rinsed off my chest and arms. I really should spend some more time in the gym. I had been exercising lately, but I still had a long way to go until I was happy with my body. My chest had gain enough mass to make it possible for me to take off my shirt at the beach, and not be embarrassed. My biceps were coming along nicely too, although, I was still probably one of the smallest guys in my gym.

I readjusted the water making it warmer. I picked the cloth back up and started to wash my stomach and crotch. While washing, my thoughts kept creeping back to the site of that large black penis. I don’t know why vidoes of large black men turn me on so much, but they do. Damn, am I gay? No, maybe I am bi-sexual. That could be it. I looked down at my penis as I washed it and thought of what a cock my size would feel like in my own ass. When hard, it’s a little less than 7 inches. Hell, who am I kidding, it would hurt like crazy.

As if my hand had a mind of its own, I dropped the cloth, and started washing my butt with my soapy hand. My fingers traveled up and down, and in-between. My index finger lingered on my tight opening. I started to get excited. Not by the touch, but by the thought of doing something new, something I had never even thought of before.

That settles it, I am going to have a cock for real! My finger circled my anus. I allowed myself to play around the opening for a moment. I haven’t tried to penetrate my ass with anything yet. I have masturbated to getting fucked, but I haven’t done anything beyond think about it.

I had to turn the hot water down, I was suddenly become exceptionally hot. My penis started to get hard now. I was going to do it. Fuck it, why not. I pushed the tip of my finger into my ass. My heart was racing, my breathing had increased, and I now had the tip of my finger in my ass. I had to laugh a little at how this must look. I pulled it out, then pushed it in a little more. It was so damn tight. I didn’t think I could get anything more than the tip in. My cock was rock hard now, so I started stroking it with my other hand. I started moving my finger in small circles. I felt my hole start to open a little.

I was going to do it now. I was going to fuck my own ass till I shot a big fucking load of cum! With my left hand stroking my dick, and my right index finger in my ass, I started to imagine that my favorite gay porn actor was playing with my ass. My strokes were coming faster now, and I was now able to push my whole finger up my ass. I

I began talking out loud, as if he was there with me. I wanted his big black cock…

“Oh yes, stretch out my asshole before you stuff that big rod into it.”

I pushed in a second finger. I hurt, but I was determined to stretch my ass. My cock was so fucking hard. I was squeezing it as it pumped through my fist.

“Oh fuck” I moaned. “Come on, shove your fingers up my tight ass. Make it nice and loose for your big cock.” I shoved in a both fingers all the way now. I was attempting a third while thinking of his dick…

“OH mother fucker! It’s so fucking big. Shove it in and make my your bitch! Yes, that’s what I want, I want to be treated like a little fucking whore.”

My fingers were pumping my asshole while my dick was getting stroked so fucking good. I was going to cum. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I squeezed my dick to let it build up, and then it shot out all over the shower wall.

I left my fingers in my ass while I came. My cum had spurt out so fucking hard and it felt so damn good!

I pulled my fingers from my ass slowly, and rubbed my little violated hole. It was sore, and I suspected that I would feel the pain all through the night, but damn, it was an amazing experience.

I finished washing up, rinsed off, and then got out of the shower. I looked into the mirror, and just shook my head. I realized at that moment that I had accepted the fact that I did in fact want to experience a man, and I didn’t want to wait.

I trimmed my goatee, then left the bathroom with my robe on. I put on my cologne and started getting dressed. Cammy would be here very soon, and I was feeling like a new man.

I was definitely going to look at men in a whole new way.

Stroking In The Tub

webmaster — Fri, 01 Oct 2010 12:39:28 +0000

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I hadn’t seen my pal Mark since graduating from high school five years ago. I figured we could reconnect at our 5th year reunion. He practically had to be there, having been the student body president for our senior year.

I spotted Mark across the room when I walked in. We both continued circulating, and while our eyes met once in a while, it almost seemed we were avoiding each other. Finally I saw Mark heading toward the rest rooms, and I decided that would be a good time to close in on him.

Upon entering the Men’s Room, I saw Mark standing at one of the two urinals. No other guys were present. As Mark stoically looked at the wall in front of him, I stepped up to the vacant urinal. I quickly unzipped, and pulled out my own big circumcised hose. I said “I’d recognize that big, nasty looking pecker that’s jutting out of your fly anywhere, man! I’ve always wanted to tell you, Badcock, your dick is the ugliest piece of man-meat I’ve ever seen. What’s a bar-room brawler of a cock like that doing in a high-class joint like this?”

Mark replied, “Coming from you, Q, I won’t take that too seriously. I’d offer to shake hands, but it seems our hands are otherwise engaged right now.”

You see, Mark Owen Babcock [his friends called him "Mob", but I always thought of him as "Badcock"] and I met way back in Jr. High. My name being Quincy Lee Baxter everyone called me “Q”. In the last-name alphabetized plan of the school system, we undressed side by side in the boy’s locker room.

I had always been fascinated with Mark’s cock, and secretly thought it was one UGLY male unit. Of course I didn’t say anything back then, as you’re not supposed to be checking out another guy’s equipment. Anyway, with Mark’s tool, the shaft was sort of bent to the left, and the head was sort of a strange bullet shape, turned up at the end [like the prow of a ship], and appeared to be quite loosely circumcised, with skin bunched up behind his glans. Also, it didn’t dangle down between his legs [like mine, and most of the other guys' units did], but rather jutted out from his groin, always looking like it was in the process of becoming erect, but wasn’t quite there yet.

Anyway, here we were years later, in our early twenties. Once again, I was eyeing his big, ugly powerhouse of a schlong, as we stood side by side taking a piss. Mark asked me, “Well Q, did you come to the reunion just to insult my manhood, or are you enjoying yourself?”

“Well Mark,” I answered, “You’re about the only person of interest here. In fact, I am ready to blow this joint. Our classmates seem to be playing the same old games they played five years ago. I’m hoping maybe you and I can get together for a visit when you’re done with all this reunion bullshit.”

“You know, Q, that would be great. Why don’t we split now, maybe get out on the beach for a while or something? I’ve had enough of this reunion crap myself. It’s been a long afternoon.”

Coincidentally, we both had rooms in the hotel where the reunion was taking place, which was right on the beach. We first went to my room, where Mark had a quick drink while I stripped off my clothes, and put on some beach trunks. I noticed Mark watching me change clothes, but thought nothing of it.

We then went two floors up to Mark’s room, and reversed the process … me having a drink while he changed clothes. While watching him undress [Hell, we were old locker room buddies, so nudity was a common situation between us], I noticed he stuck his hand into his boxers for a second before he stripped them off. I remembered that he always stuck a hand inside his jockstrap before he peeled that nut-strangler off and headed to the showers. Curious, watching this same action happen in his hotel room, I asked: “Are you playing with that monster of yours, or just scratching your balls?”

Unexpectedly, Mark blushed and muttered “Uh, yeah, something like that.” As we left his room, he grabbed a couple of big, fat cigars out of his suitcase. He said he was alone alot working, lived alone too, and didn’t give a damn about political correctness. As a red-blooded American male of legal age, he enjoyed a good cigar. I agreed, and we lit our stogies as we left the hotel.

Out on the beach we walked quite a ways as the sun was setting. Talked of my brief marriage and divorce, and his job as a desert biologist. “Kept him busy and isolated” he said … leaving no time for any real relationships.

As we walked back towards the hotel in the gathering darkness, he stepped towards a large rock and said “I need to piss”. I followed, and once again noticed Mark sticking his hand into his trunks BEFORE pulling his tool out. As we stood there draining our snakes he asked, “Q, how about dinner from room service? I don’t feel like spending any more time with the reunion bunch, but I’d like your company.”

After dinner we sat enjoying another cigar and some brandy. We talked and talked, and finally the only topic left was sex. He was really curious about my sexual escapades, but real reticent when I would question him about his own personal life.

He finally threw me a real curve ball when he said: “Q, I’ve always wanted to ask you this, but never had the balls. I’ve got to get it off my chest, no matter what your take on this subject is. I just can’t go on any longer in the mind-funk I’ve lived in for years. How does it feel to be, um, you know, uh normal . . . um what I really mean is how does it feel to be circumcised?”

I was stunned by the question, and said “Listen, Badcock, I’ve seen your dick AND your dick-head hundreds of times, and I’d say that you damn well know what it feels like to have a cut cock!”

“Actually, I’m not circumcised. Evidently you notice that I always stick my hand in my pants before pulling my pecker out … what I’m doing is pushing my foreskin back behind my cock-head, where it’ll stay for a few minutes. I’ve always been embarrassed as hell about being the only uncut guy around.”

“Man, Mark … you’ve got nothing to be uptight about! I know your feelings though, my folks didn’t have me cut until the summer before Jr. High. Up until then, I had the stigma of an uncut cock too. I mean it wouldn’t be bad to be uncut if all the guys around you were the same way. But Christ! MY foreskin wouldn’t stay retracted like yours does, and every time I was in the changing room at the pool, or even just using a urinal, I heard all the jokes about anteaters, elephant’s trunks, etc. So believe me, buddy, I understand what you’re talking about! It was brutal! But to answer your question, Mark, I was glad when I finally got circumcised, and have been happy about it ever since.”

“You know, Mark, you’re a good looking, popular guy. You shouldn’t be concerned with this bull-shit now that we’re no longer in the fish-bowl of the boy’s locker room! Hell, we’re men now! You’re well hung, too. And certainly you’re not the ONLY uncut guy on the planet. If you’re really that fixated about it, although there is no reason why you should be, go see a urologist, and get yourself circumcised!”

“Well, Q, I’ve always been uptight about it. I feel different, isolated … you’ve all been initiated into the tribe, and I feel as if I am an outsider. I see guys like you with their nice, clean cut cocks, with those big mushroom heads, and I know my own dick-head is there inside my jockstrap or boxers or whatever I’m wearing, covered with smegma and hiding under a foreskin. I can’t imagine any girl or guy being attracted to me. I live alone, and have solo-sex. I’m celibate, man, and I’m still a fucking virgin!!!”

Then Mark really shocked me. “My whole life, I just wanted to be one of the guys, a member of the tribe. Somewhere along the way, I think I’ve become so fixated on the look of a cleanly cut cock, that’s all I’m interested in now. I’m afraid to approach a guy though, as I know when he sees my foreskin, he’ll laugh, be offended, or whatever.”

Mark had been pacing the room. When he neared where I sat, I grabbed his arm to stop the pacing. My hands flew to his crotch, opened his fly, and dug out his big, ugly schlong. For the first time, I saw it with the foreskin covering his pecker-head. I pulled him towards my face, and inhaled the earthy male scent of his pubes.

I slowly explored inside his loose foreskin with my tongue, getting my first taste of cock-cheese. It was my first time ever handling another guy’s penis, cut or uncut. I pushed the foreskin back, exposing that ugly, prow-shaped head, and stroked the shaft of that big dick that I had thought about so often. I put a lip-lock on his cock-head, as I continued stroking his now stiffening rod. I was driving him wild flicking his ultra-sensitive frenulum with my tongue.

His crotch-rocket was now rock-hard and throbbing. I noticed that fucker still had a dog-leg to the left even when fully erect, and just hung there in horizontal space, heavy and menacing looking. By this time Badcock was frenzied from my ministrations, and he jammed his 7 inches of red-hot man-meat all the way into my mouth. I revelled in the fact I had him out of control so quickly, which I attributed to the fact that I was popping his cherry.

Instinctivly, he bucked his hips one last time, jamming his stiff rod far down my throat, and his hot, gooey jism flooded my oral cavity. I swallowed as much of Mark’s fuck-sauce as I could, and the rest dribbled out the corners of my mouth.

Mark soon came down from his testosterone-induced high, and quietly told me “Well Q, you’d better get out of those fucking clothes before I rip them off of you.”

I quickly stripped, and even though it was delivered by a sexual neophyte, he gave me the best blow-job of my life. Mark couldn’t get enough of my 6 1/2 inch circumcised tool, and what he lacked in experience, he made up for in style and enthusiasm.

We were up the rest of the night, doing every sexual thing two males can do to each other.

That was two years ago. Mark is still a desert biologist, living out in the wilds. However, thanks to a small inheritance, I was able to quit my job, and I moved in with him as his live-in lover.

We can’t get enough of each other. He loves the big mushroom head on my circumcised cock, while I love playing with his foreskin. When he is mad at me, he threatens to “go get cut”.

I know he still has insecurities about his penis, and I tell him “Go ahead and get circumcised if that’s what you really want. Nothing wrong with being cut!”

He says “Someday you’ll be surprised when you rip open my fly, and my foreskin is gone!” I would certainly be surprised. We’ll see if it comes to pass.

In the meantime, when we’re not busy going down on each other’s schlong, we still enjoy a cigar once or twice a day.

Twink’s Ass Abused

webmaster — Fri, 24 Sep 2010 21:39:28 +0000

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The fourth of July. It was cold, a late summer, and they said it would be a dry one. There had been snow late in winter. Not that the snow often sat around in the south of England. But Spring had been poor too, and today he wore a light overcoat.

Mike climbed up from Green Park station into a windy Piccadilly and sparse hurrying crowds, his coat tails flapping about his legs. It was Independence Day in America, he thought as he strode along. “Humph,” Mike grunted as he always did at the idea of independence on this day. And then he had arrived in Jermyn St, and wandered into the shop, past the front counters and into the quiet wood-paneled room at the back.

“Ah, Mr Forte. A windy day, isn’t it?” Andrew greeted him. “And three months gone already? My how time flies. And you are keeping well?”

“Yes, fine. And you?”

“Very well, sir. Very well.”

“And how’s the tobacco business?” Mike asked with a small smile.

“Ah,” Andrew sighed, spreading his hands and looking heavenward in resignation. “We manage. But not what it used to be. Not what it was when you and Mr Jameson first came in, sir. Why then we had . . .”

“Eight assistants.” Mike put in, smiling. “Including old Mr Grey, who started with Alfred Dunhill just after the Second World War.”

“Ah, yes. Old Mr Grey. Dead for–five years now. But you’re here for Mr Jameson’s cigar, sir, and here I am chatting away,” Andrew said, suddenly busy.

“Yes. The usual,” Mike said, “Two years, exactly,” he added, wanting to make a statement, and Andrew shook his head sadly.

Back home Mike put the package aside and poured himself a whiskey from the Johnnie Walker bottle in the drinks cabinet. Then he sat down in his big easy chair by the fire and placed the bag in his lap and sighed. He took a sip of whiskey and set the glass down on the small polished side table before his thick old fingers gently opened the bag and then set that down on the table beside his glass.

He gently held the metal tube he had unwrapped and held it between his hands, seeing the shine on the metal, reading the familiar printing on it, feeling the weight of it, the length. A small smile teased around the corners of his mouth, and he closed his eyes for a moment, savouring the anticipation.

Then he lifted the tube to his face and pulled the cap off and held the mouth of the tube to his nose, and as the first burst of rich tobacco aroma escaped, he breathed it in, long and deep, filling his lungs with it. And he closed his eyes, and it all came back to him.

Richard, mature and graying, but still solid and strong. Laughing, his cigar ready, waiting for later. Unwrapped then set aside on the small side table and the room smelling of it. That rich aroma of really good tobacco. And kissing, the two of them kissing on the sofa, then taking the short walk to the bedroom and slowly undressing each other, taking off each other’s pants as they smooched like a pair of young lovers.

Him going down and sucking that familiar tool that he knew a dozen ways to make harder and longer, as Richard groaned and pawed at his head, even when he had lost his hair. His own dick filling at the taste and feel of his lover’s. Then being pulled up suddenly and kissed hard. Feeling a firm hand encircling him, pumping and rubbing, teasing in his slit so he burbled and drove his tongue into the cigar taste of Richard’s mouth.

Then fucking. Richard liking it long and slow, but deep. Richard grabbing at things, at life, strongly and deeply. Mike always wanting it to be a symphony, a melody of high notes and low notes long and slow, wanting to be played like some musical instrument. And Richard, big and definite, but always doing that when he fucked. Being gentle yet hard, understating how to work his ass so he cried out and moaned for it. And often coming together, knowing each other and working at it. No it hadn’t just happened, but they made it happen, most of the time. For twenty-two years.

Mike had unzipped himself, and his dick was filling rapidly under his stroking hand, his fingers playing over his slit the way Richard’s used to his eyes closed, the cigar to his nose. Then he set the cigar aside, and his lungs full of the rich aroma of memories, he leant back and stroked himself as he ran a hand over his chest, pinching his nipples through his shirt and feeling the movement of a hand on his belly as he stroked himself to completion.

Then he sat there, spent, his dick hanging out, cupped in his hand and slowly going tumescent. His mind hazy with memories of the past. Richard and him lying against each other, cuddling, for a few minutes. Then Richard pulling on a dressing gown and going into the living room and pouring them both a drink and bringing it back to the bedroom with his cigar and only then lighting it, and savouring it as they talked in the warm afterglow. Later maybe watching TV together, or reading. They had never been young together.

Then Mike smiled and, taking one last whiff of the fresh cigar, he’d found they lost their magic after three months and ritually burned them. He returned it to its tube and, getting up, put it in the cabinet with the drinks and poured himself another one.

“To you, Richard,” he said, holding the glass up briefly, knowing that the fourth of July would never be independence day for him. “Wherever you are.”

Twinks Cum In Glass

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The sounds of 50 scents flooded the room as Andre looked over the club. Insomnia was just what he needed right now. Hip Hop night was full of the thug types trying to act hard but he knew that by the end of the night one of them would be the slowly going up and down on the shaft of his manhood. As he looked towards the bar, he noticed that Kane was motioning for him to come over. That was a good sign, see every straight bar had its Kane, he kept track of who was into what and made sure that those trying to stay on the down low could. There were days when Dre wondered just what it was he got out of this deal, but in the end he didn’t really care–this was after all just a means to an end.

“Kid on the back pouch, Roca Wear.” Kane said handing Dre a drink. Dre smiled downing the drink and nodding. He turned his heading towards the back only pausing for a moment to dance for a second or so with a young lady who had gotten between him and the door. She was cute; he had to admit but not what he wanted to dip into tonight, maybe another time. After noticing she had closed her eyes and was in a different world, he simply continued to the door. As he stepped out onto the deck he couldn’t miss the kid in question since there wasn’t anyone else out there. The kid looked nervous; this was still new to him. Dre smiled as he walked over to him extending his hand.

“Yo what’s up? Dre.” He said as the kid slapped his hand. The kid wasn’t bad on the eyes at all. He was attractive, about 6’3” with that perfect camel brown skin that was smoother then a baby’s ass with barely any facial hair. He couldn’t have been any more then a buck eighty-five and making it perfect were the zigzagging cornrows running along his head. Hell this kid was damn near perfect, but when you added that air of unease to this scene he was just what Dre wanted.

“Martice.” He said simply trying to not seem to check out Dre, but how he couldn’t. Dre was by far one of the hottest guys here. He was 5’11” with skin that was somewhere between caramel and yellow. A body that said he spent hours in the gym, and a smile that said, “yeah I know I’m sexy.” Martice just shook his head as he leaned against the wall seeming to watch the door almost as much as he looked down at the simple gray sweats Dre was wearing as he rocked the wife beater and made sure you saw the body and the tats.

“Don’t sweat the door kid,” Dre said stepping just slightly into Martice’s space “No one comes out here on Wednesday, the stay where the music is mostly, it should be chill.” Martice seemed to relax as he turned back to Dre and looked him up and down. “So you like what you see?”

“Yeah, you keep it tight.” Martice said licking his lips just as if he was trying to wipe something from them.

That was hot; Dre played it off with his trademark smile. “So,” there was a slight pause “what you trying to get into tonight?” Dre glanced back at the door to make sure no one had come out the door. He leaned further into Martice’s space cupping his hand across the now nervous man’s rock hard dick and whispered into his ear. “Yo.” He said feeling the throb of Martice’s dick in his hand. He didn’t let go, but rather he ran his hand up the outside of his sweats guessing that he had made a good choice since it felt like about 9 ½ inches and thick.

Yeah Dre would enjoy tonight as he heard a slight moan come from Martice as he stroked his just slightly near the head and softly blow in his ear. Dre was sure that a slight wet spot was forming near the head from pre-cum and that was all he needed. As he stepped back suddenly just leaving the now clearly less experienced man leaning against the wall visibly hard and his eyes still closed. Dre sat back in one of the chairs and smiled. He enjoyed what he did, well he would do it for a living–put you at a loss, then be right picky about who you fuck. “So you got a whip here?” Martice seemed to fade back to this world as he looked down at Dre.

“Yeah,” he said lightly and very airy. He was still floating on cloud nine from just the touch. “Right out front yo.” He said beginning to want this more and more. Dre point back to the high rise building that Club Insomnia was in the shadow of.

“Andre Hawk,” he said standing “I live right in there, look me up when you get to the door in half an hour, I’ll buzz you in.” He turned and started back into the club. As the door opened the sounds of “Holiday Inn” washed over him. He returned to the floor where he saw the young lady from before dancing with some guy. As Martice passed him he touched his arm stopping him. “Make that an hour,” he said and Martice nodded and then went on. Dre simply took off his shirt and walked towards the young lady. At first she played as if she was ignoring him, but it would take less than three minutes before she had forgot whatever game it was she had planed to play.

Dre smiled to the guy as he stood there and Dre began to lead her towards the bathroom as the song ended. Andre just laughed to himself as they walked in to a stall and she started to her knees.

[One and a half hours later]

Martice was annoyed at himself for still standing in front of the Gable’s high rise, it was clear he had been played, he should have known, he told himself as he paced back and forth in front of the doormen sitting at the desk looking up every now and again at him as if he contemplated calling the police. Martice could believe himself fuckin’ standing here sprung over so nicca who has dissed him already!

As he turned to return to his 4 runner he was shocked to see Dre standing there shirt in hand. The steam coming off him from the cold air mixing with his sweat, which already made him seem to glow in the night, lights. “You weren’t leaving…” Dre said as more of a statement of fact then as a question as he stepped around Martice and opened the door with his key. He held it open for a second as Martice walked by him and into the building. Dre followed him in with a smile as Martice seemed to just shake his head at the remark. What had he gotten himself into with this guy? Was this just an air or was he really like this? Dre nodded to the guard who tipped his hat to him as he pushed the up button for the elevator. As the door opened Dre once again stepped aside and let his guest enter first, and then followed him in. As the door closed Ralph the doorman could hear Dre say. “I hope you like the taste of pussy.”

Few words had been spoken between the two as they sat on the love seat. Then during a quite moment Dre simply reached over placing his hand on the back of the head of Martice and began to pull his head towards him as if to kiss him, but rather he pushed it down towards his dick, which he used his other hand to pull out of the sweats. As Martice took it into his mouth he understood what Dre had meant and as he found Dre’s manhood being forced deeper and deeper into his mouth. He couldn’t help but think this was the hottest moment of his life. Never before had anyone been so aggressive! Dre fucked his mouth slowly going in and out deeper each time until one time he wouldn’t let Martice up.

“Act like you are swallowing,” he said to him. Martice did as he was told as the head of Dre’s dick rubbed against the back of his throat. The act of swallowing seemed to drive Dre crazy as he finally let Martice up and slowly stood moving in front of Martice letting the sweats fall to the floor and simply stepping out of them. Martice wrapped his hands around the hardest piece he had ever seen–hell it was the only piece he had ever seen!

Dre gently gripped the sides of Martice’s head and began to grind his dick in and out of his mouth, first slowly, but it wasn’t long before he had gotten up to a fast pace causing a popping and slurping sound to come from Martice’s mouth as he breathed in the scent of the soft hair around the Dre’s dick. It was a mix of ‘Tommy’ and pussy. Suddenly Martice couldn’t control it as he began to jack Dre and he slid off the loveseat and right to his knees. The sound of him sucking and tugging began to even drive Dre over the edge as he spoke, “Oh yeah, baby boi,” as his hands moved to the back of the Martice’s head and clearly took control of the pace, allowing Martice to only come up a few inches never pulling out. He kept forcing his dick deeper into the mouth and before long Martice found himself jacking his own rock hard dick as he sucked hard. He was beginning to become short of breath.

“Yo don’t waste my seed!” Dre said as he thrust deep into Martice’s mouth. Martice had thought about if he really wanted to do this, but he found himself washed up in the whole thing as he felt the energy in Dre’s body rush into his dick. And then in an explosion Dre’s seed burst into his mouth. Stream after stream of the warm salty cum filled his mouth. At first he simply held it in his mouth, but as he looked up at Dre who was seemingly in the same place Martice had been before, he swallowed. It wasn’t really a big deal he told himself as Dre stood there still hard with his head tossed back.

Martice kept jacking himself expecting to finish himself off, but then as he closed his eyes he was shocked when Dre stopped him. “Don’t cum,” he said grabbing his arm. As he lifted Martice to his feet he removed his shirt almost like an animal, he let it fall to the ground as he lightly bit Martice’s nipples causing a slight quake in his body. Martice was happy that this wasn’t ending already; it shocked him that Dre seemed to care that he enjoyed it as much as Dre had. Before he knew it, Dre had swallowed his whole dick into his mouth as his pants fell to the ground. Martice simply shook as Dre sucked his dick quickly running his tongue along the base as he licked his own finger, then softly pushing against Martice’s tight asshole.

“Arrrrh.” Martice groaned as Dre’s finger entered his ass ring and his dick exploded with cum hitting Dre on the shoulder as he undid Martice’s shoes. “Fuck!” Martice said as he felt Dre pull his finger out and begin to stand up.

“You should tell me next time.” Dre said with a smile as he led Martice to the end of the sofa. Running his hands over Martice’s body Dre slowly walked around him turning him toward the sofa. Martice returned to being the nervous first timer he had been in the club as Dre bent him over the sofa and buried his face in Martice’s tight ass. The shivers began in a part of Martice’s body that he had only recently learned could give pleasure–and pleasure he never thought could be this good!

Dre flicked his tongue across the tight hole perched in front of his face winking at him. As he attempted to probe deeper into the hole, Martice clearly couldn’t stand it as he wiggled and moaned until finally Dre gripped him by the hips and tried to stick his tongue all the way into Martice. The sound of pure pleasure shot from Martice’s mouth, “Arh yes!” he moaned as Dre went even farther placing two fingers into his ass.

“Papi!” Martice hissed as Dre entered him going all the way in quickly. Dre realized he hadn’t felt anything like this in a long time. “Not yet!” Martice said pulling away, shocking Dre.

“What’s wrong son, I thought you wanted to do this?” Dre asked trying to hold back the annoyed tone in his voice as he stood there naked, hard, and horny.

“I haven’t been with anyone before.” Martice confessed softly as everything changed for Dre. There they where again the rules–the only thing he respected. Number one was “Never deflower a virgin”.

“Did you hear me papi?” Martice asked. Before when he said papi it was a term of submission, now all Dre heard was endearment and emotional attachment, both of which where worthless to him and neither of which he wanted.

“Yeah, I heard you. Now you should go.”

To be continued.

Elder & Twink 3some

webmaster — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 20:39:28 +0000

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I don’t know really where or how to begin but here goes nothing. I am a 44yo married man, in the beginning of a divorce. I am lonely and wanted to try to meet a guy. I have not been with a guy since I have been married which would have been 22 years ago at the end of this year. Well anyway, I use to search the classified and found a gay site that I mostly just looked at the picture. One day there was this guy coming to DC on a business trip and had a pic of himself from the knees up to his neck. Boy was that nice, not what I would say a head turning build, not a large tool or a toned body but it was just the kind I have always imagined a man for me would have, so I replied…. and then he responded and then the emails exchanged back and forth and that’s how it began.

I have to say I have a pretty good imagination and really let it go to work on him, sexually. I was telling him things that I wanted to do, things I don’t know if I could do or in fact, could be done.

My name is Pete and his name is Steve and here we go.

Being almost alone and craving the company, the warmth and the need of a person to be with me I decided to try my luck online and I did. I saw what I thought was the perfect man, the perfect body that I would love to have next to mine and he was coming to town. I quickly responded and gave him my stats and a day or two later I got a reply. He said when and where he was going to be and what times he had free and I took a spot on his calendar. So I thought………..

“Hi, I can make it there on Sat. I work close to where you are staying so if we hit it off right I could stop by every morning while you are here.”

“Okay, How will I get in touch with you or shall we arrange to meet someplace”

“I can give you my work number, call me when you get in and I can arrange something to happen that I will have to take off for a few hours.” And I sent him the number

“Okay, I am going to put this in a safe place and call as soon as I get to my room, how long will it take you to get here?”

“It will take me about 15 minutes, but since it is so hot out I might need to take a shower when I get there, I want to be clean for you.”

“Maybe we can take a shower together, I was going to take one before you got here anyway.”

“Sounds good, I never took a shower with another guy, sounds like fun. Can I wash your body? I would love to feel your body all soaped up and press my body up against yours, rubbing my cock across yours, hugging and holding you tight and kissing you while the warm spray of the shower beats down upon our bodies.”

“Wow, Thats sound like fun, tell you what, my shower is your shower. I love kissing and hugging.”

“After our shower we can stand there and rub our bodies together, continue kissing and hugging until we are dry, then we can go to the bed and I will sit on the edge while you stand in front of me and I’ll open my mouth and take your cock into it and begging to suck it. I will suck it softly at first, just to get it wet and excited, then I will move to your balls and lick and suck on them and then in a flash I will take your cock back into my mouth and suck it so hard that I will bring you to the edge of a climax in no time and then stop just before you cum.”

“ I can not wait Pete, that sounds so hot. I feel that we are going to have a good time together. I can not wait to take your cock and suck it, take all of it into my mouth and down into my throat. I have never been with a uncut man before but I think it is so sexy that I just want to make love to your cock with my mouth.” “So Steve, you have never been with a uncut man before, well then I will have to teach you something about us. I know once you have me that you will always want to have an uncut man to make love to you. We are more sensitive then cut cocks, I know you will love how it will feel once I make love to you. I have not had my cock inside a man in such a long time that all I think about is how good it is going to feel to slide my cock inside a mans hole. The nice tight warm ass of a man, to feel his hard cock press against my stomach as I press my chest against his as I make love to him..hmmm hmmm what a desire I have.”

“Oh Pete, I can not tell you how much I want to be with you, you seem to feel and know just want I want and I know this is going to be the best time I ever had, I can not wait. I am going to take that uncut cock and suck you hard, then I am going to take it and guide it into my butt and make love to it, I want it so bad. I want to feel the warmth, the tenderness that you describe, I want you in me. I feel like the two of us are close to each other and we have not even met each other yet, just exchanged emails.”

“I know what you mean, I can not explain it but for some reason I feel like you and I are meant to be. Whatever happens, happens. I will leave fate to fate and if it is meant to be, then it will be. I am in no position to do anything right now. I so long to be with a man, to feel his warmth and his arms around me once again. It has been over 21 years, I have not been with a man since I have been married and no I can not wait. I have been with men well boys before. I started young with boys, and then some men when I grew up but the last time I was 21. I still remember what I did and what to do, guess it might be like riding a bike, just takes a little to get going again.”

This kind of email exchanged went back and forth for a while then the heat was turned on. I don’t know why I just let my imagination take over, that is where the problem began. I never wanted cyber sex but there I was smack dab in the middle of it….

“Steve, when I get there I am going to strip my clothes off, letting them fall to the floor as I walk over to you. You will only have a robe on and I will pull you to me, kissing you so tenderly and deeply that you will get a instant hard-on and you will let the robe fall to the floor. I will then press you to the floor and hold my cock in my hand and offer it to you. You will open your mouth and suck it. You will suck me nice and hard and then after a while I will reach my hands to your head and hold your head in my hands and start to pump your mouth. I will face fuck you, going deeper and deeper each time until I am slamming my cock down your throat. Then, just as I begin to reach my climax I will stop and pull you to the bed. Placing you on your back, I will crawl between your legs and hold your legs back to your chest. I will split on my already wet cock and place it to your hole and press myself slowly into you. Once I am in and you are adjusted to me I will then start to pump your hole, building up speed as I go. I will start getting you hole all hot that you will ask me to fuck you, ‘fuck me harder Pete’ you will say to me and my cock will be driven into you harder and harder, our skin slapping together filling the room with that sound.

I will slow down, gliding myself into your warm hot tight manhole and then reach over and grab your cock. I will then start stroking you, making you want to be fucked even more as you build up to your climax. My breathing gets stronger which set you off closer, I feel your cock harden, I get excited and start pounding away in your hole, thrusting my cock into like a wild man.. fucking and fucking you hole, jerking your cock, ‘Oh fuck me, fuck me harder’ you will scream to me and then you will feel my warm cum shooting out of my steel hard cock deep inside you and with that you shoot your load all over our chests. I slow the rhythm down and then stop, I let go of your cock and lay my chest onto yours, reach my tongue out to your lips, you open you mouth, we kiss………….”

“My God Pete, I want that, I want it just like that! No man has made me feel this way, I feel my body tingle all over. I have to read that again. Do it just like that, that is going to be the hottest time I have ever had, I can not wait.”

“Oh Steve, this is going to be the best, I waited so long, I am afraid and I want you so bad right now that it seems to long from now before we are together? Do you like sex in the morning? I work close to where you are and I can ‘cum’ by in the morning and wake you up. How about if you get me a key and I can come into the room while you sleep; I will strip and get under the blankets. I will then move my head down and start to suck your cock. You will be asleep and then start to get hard while sleeping and I am sucking your cock. Once you start to cum you will awake to cumming in my mouth, I will then move my head up to yours, kiss you and say good morning… “

“I love sex in the morning and buddy you bet you can ‘cum’ and wake me up any morning. I just can not wait, this is going to be the best trip I ever had. I wish I was going to be there longer, we have to get in as much as we can with what little time we have.”

“Steve, this is going to be just as hot for me as it is for you. I have waited and wanted this for so long and I can not believe that it is almost here. I can not wait to feel our naked bodied together, touching you, holding you, feeling you, tasting you…. I just want you. Hey, have you ever been tied up before. Maybe I can take the belt from your rob and have you kneel on the floor and tie your hands behind your back and face fuck you for a while. I then will have you roll over, like almost doing a summersalt, stopping with your ass in the air. I will then stand inbetween your legs and insert my cock into you. You can watch my cock slide into your tight hot ass, inch by inch. You will see me balls start flying back and forth as I slam my cock into you, fucking you hard, wild, crazy… God, there are so many things I want to try and do, if we only had enough time ti do it in.”

As you can tell, the email were getting hotter and heavier as we went along, then the day before, my last email to him

“Steve, well I don’t know if you are going to get this or not, hope you do but please remember who to ask for when you call the store since there are two of us working there (did not give my last name to him). Then I will give them the excuse that I have to go to fix something at the other job so I will be able to spend a few hours with you, bye, have a safe trip… Pete.”

Well the day finally came, I was so nervous, I wanted to go through with this, I wanted to experience a man and I wanted to experience it with Steve. Now the hour came when the call should be made, I changed my lunch break to accommodate the forth-coming phone call, the call that never came. I waited for an hour then I took my lunch, I ran to my other job, opened up my email and nothing. I looked for the number to the hotel and see if the name he gave me was real, it was not (not that I thought it would be anyway, just hoped). This was the saddest day of my life. I wrote him an email, “what happened” and then back to work.

The rest of the weekend, and the following week was long. I emailed him when I knew he was going to be back and again asked “what happened” Still no response. I then started to cry in my messages saying that I don’t care that you did not show, that you did not call. I only know I want to still have you in my life, How could I have fallen in love over email, but I have. If I can not have you in person, then please, PLEASE, don’t leave me alone, just be my friend. I need someone in my life, I am in a bad spot, just stay with me.”

Well it did go on, we continued and boy did we work it up.

Army Twink Ass Fuck

webmaster — Sat, 18 Sep 2010 11:39:28 +0000

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Warning:

Firstly, I’m new to this whole writing thing. Secondly, I have a bad sense of humour and that tends to be present even in my most intense romance/ sex scenes. Lastly, if you want more you have to tell me, I lose interest in stories easily and will probably not finish anything I start unless someone is hounding me.

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Impossible Love 01

I’m what most guys call ‘Mr. Fucking Perfect My Ass’ and what most girls moan ‘Mr. Perfect Ass Fucking’.

It’s no surprise because I’m not very tall and have mischievous girlish good looks rather then drool-worthy man muscle rippling through my delicate frame. The guys have no idea why the women love me because I’m no jock and secrete no manly body odour. But to the girls, I’m a real life anime character, who looks sensitive but has a dark dominating playfulness deep inside.

Sensitive my shiny white arse, the only thing I’m sensitive to is how my hair looks when it’s really windy. That’s right, I’m a narcissistic, selfish little bastard and I love every inch of it.

And that’s what makes me such a potent mix. I’m hot, and I know it. The visual and the attitude combined does wonders when you want to get into someone’s pants.

So you could have guessed the shock I felt when I was informed by my less-then-abusive uncle that I was to be moved to a private, all-boys boarding school. For once in my over-sexed life I was faced with the daunting issue of self-masturbation.

Smiling gleefully at me over his morning newspaper, my uncle’s double chin wobbled erratically as he described to me all the fun I would have. Apparently it was his old high school, where he had been football captain and school captain and blah blah blah blah…

It was so like him to ignore me in his plans for MY life, which is painfully punctuated by the way he continues to talk to me as if I was still at the table when I am upstairs packing my stuff. I have suspicions that he has an imaginary version of me that he has created just so he could torture me with his incessant chattering even when I’m not physically around. The bastard.

Though, at least I would be getting away from him and my old high school. Due to my tendencies to love myself more than the flavour of the week, the school bitch had put a bounty on my head and was driving me insane with her dictionary-length love letters.

Finding one of the said bitch’s love letters tucked into the side of my school bag I crumple it up and toss it angrily at my desk. Then, being the OC (Obsessively Compulsive) person I am, I stood up, picked up the letter, and folded it neatly before placing it carefully in my waste basket. Yeah, I have problems.

After a week of being silently pissed at my bastard of an uncle and packing and repacking I finally found myself at my new room and spraying everything with disinfectant. I could see dust everywhere and the discovery of a cockroach had me hyperventilating into a brown paper bag.

An hour of spraying, hyperventilation and cussing in four different languages finally convinced me I needed my pills.

Rummaging through my bag I felt the cold hand of reality go down my pants, I’d forgotten to pack my pills. But that was impossible! I was so meticulous that I even packed my own toilet paper so that I wouldn’t have to suffer the rasp of cheap, nameless brands on my tenders.

But it soon became apparent with everything neatly lined up on my bed covers that my pills had somehow deceased along the way. My over analysing and paranoid mind immediately brought up the prospect that this was a part of one of my uncle’s sick jokes, but I knew that was untrue. He cared too much for his own reputation to let me go to his old school without pills, because without pills, I have the potential to commit acts of manslaughter and aggravated assault.

Just as I was about to reinitiate hyperventilation into my now soggy brown paper bag, the door to my room swang open and a bear of man leapt in. What was this, some kind of preschool entertainment session?

“Welcome roomie!” He bellowed, and before I could blink he had me in a painful headlock while he knuckled down on my head with a determined fist. Somehow I got the feeling God hated me.

Reeling out of shock and into panic about my hair, I brought my elbow down hard on his steel abbs. A bit of pain flickered across his features but I was in AGONY. What the fuck did this steroid junkie take!?

Quickly backing up to my bed I noticed that the guy had brought an audience. All of them were big, bulking, beefy brutes; need I go on with the alliteration for emphasis?

“Awwww, man you scared the poor kid. Shame on you Troy!” laughed a gigantic redhead. I wanted to spit on his freckled smirking face. Coming up close and taking up much too much of my personal bubble he stuck out a calloused paw.

“The name is Torq, yours?”

I was too scared to ignore him and too disgusted to take his hand so I replied in as much of a monotone as I could manage, “Decarde.”

Now when I tell people my name, those with 100+ IQ would normally nod thoughtfully and ask me if I was into philosophy, 70+ would crack some lame joke about me being a fruit, 50+ would have some sort of vague recognition flash through their eyes and at last, the >20 would have no reaction. Guess where these four big jocks belonged on the IQ ladder?

“Cool, I’m your roomie Troy, and those two are my buddies Can and Do,” announced the brute that had ravaged my hair. My elbow was obviously not an effective attack weapon because he still had that shit-eating smile plastered onto his face.

Apparently the jocks all thought ‘Can’ and ‘Do’ was a funny combination. Lame. Their names were actually Canis and Dominic. I wanted to puke from all the dumbass lameness.

For the next few weeks Troy stuck to me like dog shit on the bottom of brand new stilettos. I would be eating and he would come sit next to me, peeing and he would use the one next to mine, and if he could, probably even shower next to me if I didn’t make sure I showered at odd irregular hours when he was off at football practice.

I was at the point of screaming and throwing myself out the window, when he broke the last straw and paraded into our room naked. Now I didn’t give a shit that he was naked and was hung like a fucking minotaur, but the minute his sweat-slicked ass connected with my pristine bed covers I launched myself at him.

It must have been shock because he went down like a rock. I’d see him in football practice and trust me; it took a lot more than a skinny-assed girly boy like me to move him even an inch.

Always being one to take hold of opportunity, I brought my legs up and straddled him with my hands moving to grip tightly around his neck. Did I ever mention what a fucking gorgeous neck this piece of shit had?

“I have had enough of your crap on my stuff you asswipe!” I yelled, hyperventilating a little as my rage took over and my grey cells pulled out their oxygen masks.

“Don’t touch my stuff, don’t sit next to me, don’t pee near me and most of all DON’T spread your fucking ass-juices all over my sheets you fucking piece of…!” Before I could finish Troy had effectively dismantled me and now held me hostage with his mountain of a body.

“Then maybe I should spread my ass-juices somewhere else?” He snickered.

Grabbing my wrists he held them above my head in a painful iron grip. Looking up into his mesmerising but fucking annoying bright blue eyes I noted with horror the amusement in them. What I thought had been a brilliant display of my masculine dominance was to him nothing more than a little childish spat.

Mouth opening, ready to spit some long worded venom I let out a wheezing scream instead. His hand immediately flew to my mouth as I started to struggle in earnest. My eyes bugged out of my head as I watched in slow motion more of his stinky jock sweat slide off his lean shiny muscle and onto my cleansed body. Oh God, if you have any pity for this little being of creation, please end its existence now.

With his massive paw of a hand crushing my lips into my skull, I was forced to watch with impending doom as his pupils dilated with pleasure.

Now I am as straight as they come so you can imagine what went through my mind when I realised that it wasn’t my struggling that was causing the bed to rock like a fucking seesaw.

The fuckwad was using my jean clad privates like a blow up fuck toy all the while mumbling sweet nothings into my ear! I was in so much rage and panic I had to close my eyes and breathe deeply out of my nose six to ten times before I was calm enough to come up with a logical and practical solution out of my dire situation. In other words, I kneed him.

No amount of football practice, weightlifting or steroid injections could have saved him from the soul-searing nut crunch I delivered him. He let out the groan of a dying animal as I thrust him off me.

Racing to the door I stopped and turned to admire my handiwork. I’m a machosadist so I wasn’t surprised by the shiver of pleasure that ran up my spine as I studied his beet red face and quivering physique.

“Next time you piss me off, I’ll fucking castrate you!” I snarled at him before turning and casually striding away. Suddenly I felt so much better.

Then the reality of the situation hit me. It happened while I was sipping juice with some of my friends from art class. I had just fucking KNEED the CAPTAIN of the fucking FOOTBALL TEAM! – I was so fucking dead.

The straw from the juice propelled itself down my throat and unfortunately, I coughed it back up. If it had killed me, I would have at least died a peaceful and honourable death.

“You okay Dec?” asked John, my current best friend. Even though he looked like a jock he was cool like me. We were of the few intellectuals in this jock infested hole that took on accelerated art and philosophy courses in hope of bettering ourselves.

The only thing I didn’t like too much about him was that he had these shyness spasms where he got incredibly shy and wouldn’t even meet my eyes. He just had have one right now.

Not wanting to deal with his emotional shit, I grabbed the front of his collar and demanded, “I’m going to room with you!”

His grey eyes widened and his face suddenly glowed bright red, “Ummm..uh…o..k..kay,” he stuttered. What the fuck was up his ass?

Great, all I needed to figure out now was how to sneak back into my room and get my essentials.

Being the sometime idiot I am, I had come up with the fantastic idea of going back to my room when Troy normally had football practice, forgetting the minor detail that few could practice with bruised balls.

So I had nobody to curse but myself when I found my back pressed hard against the door with a very angry football captain breathing down my neck.

“Think you are so smart don’t you? Think you can get away with it just because you are hot don’t you?” Troy growled. I had never seen him angry before so I was about ready to piss my pants.

Muscle rippling as he flexed around me, I bit back a moan of pleasure. Truth was, I was more of a masochist than a sadist.

“I’m going to have you one way or another, whether you like it or not princess!” he whispered menacingly into my ear, his hot breath sending torrents of shivers down my body and making my toes curl.

My shuddering caused him to freeze, and his frame relaxed a little as he wrongly mistook my pleasure for fear. A gentle hand coming to cup my face, he pulled back a little and said in a sickeningly tender tone, “hey, come on princess, don’t be scared, you know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

What a bastard, first he threatens to rape me now he is playing the prince in shinning armour. But fuck, he was hot half naked and I liked that brand of jock straps, airy and comfortable while providing the necessary support.

He pressed closer and unconsciously I grinded against him. Jerking pack with a yelp his hands flew down to his groin. I stared at him for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter.

He was glaring up at me but was obviously in too much pain to come up with anything to say. Not that his brain worked well normally anyways.

“Pffft, yeah whatever hotshot, I’d like to see you do anything more than piss blood for the next couple of weeks!” With that I turned and headed towards my bed. All thoughts of changing rooms having left my mind now that I knew he was into me ‘that’ way and that I was in no danger of sexual assault for a good indefinite amount of time. Thankyou mighty heavens.

At first it started off as pure, evil teasing revenge but then it started getting really twisted.

I had gotten myself these small slutty, fag style jockstraps which I would walk around in with my perky ass high in the air for him to admire. Troy would try to ignore me, pretending to read a book or play with his football but his shorts would tent and he would growl with frustration. Still being really really tender in ‘that’ area he could do nothing to relieve himself.

Though, I should have known that something bad was coming when he never retaliated against my teasing.

It was about two weeks after the kneeing and I had just entered the room after a shower. Naked except for my sinfully small towel, I strode to my bed and flashed my assets as I ditched the towel for my teasing jockeys.

Troy was on his bed, a few feet from mine, apparently deeply into Othello. I would have believed him more if he had picked a book more to his level and if he wasn’t so blatantly raping my body with his goddamn beautiful eyes.

“Hey, how long does it take for Chiochorphonae to start working?” He suddenly asked as I was bending down to wipe my toes.

“Chiochorphonae? About 10 mins, it’s a fast absorbing painkiller…….hey why the hell would you take something like….” Understanding dawned on me as I watched him rise from his bed. A pure predatory glint in his eyes as he raked me with his burning gaze.

Holy shit.

Outdoor Butt Bang

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18yrs old, tall, slim, fair haired, good looking, and curious, standing at the urinals and reading the sexually explicit grafitti on the wall in front whilst slowly stroking himself to hardness.

This was me many years ago, having given and received hand jobs, the thought of oral and anal was a little scary, and at that time illegal, and seeking a safe way to experiment further was becoming a persistent thought, not realising that today was to be the day.

Into the cottage strolled an old gent, smart, and quite distinguished looking, he took his place a few feet away and whipped out a nice looking cock, but did not pee, just stroked, and looked across at mine.

This for some reason excited me, and when he moved closer and took me in hand it was electric. Returning the favour he felt nice in my hand, when he said, it is not safe to stay here long, but I live just around the corner so would you like to follow me.

Did I.

Just 100 yards and we were into his home, very clean and smart if a little dated, he asked if I wanted a drink, or if I would like to go to the bedroom, I chose the later and followed him.

He sat on the bed taking off his shoes and socks, then stood and stripped completely, he was slim and trim and walked to me as I realized that I was still fully dressed. He stripped me slowly leaving my pants till last then hugged me rubbing our cock together and feeling all over me, then slowly stooping to lick at my nipples, then all the way down, pulling my pants down as he went.

His hand felt electric on me again, closely followed by that unbelievable first time a mouth took in my cock, I was still standing and my legs went weak and shaky so he pushed me back to lay on the bed. He got on the bed between my legs, and while kneading my arse he sucked me to oblivion, I had never imagined that sex could be so intense, and as i came back to earth I realised that he was still sucking on me, and I was getting hard again.

At that age I could repeat numerous times in short time (oh, the joys of youth) and he asked if I would fuck him. What a question to a rampant youth. He could have done anything without asking at that moment.

He lubed himself and bent over a chair, at the side of the room, I lined up behind him and slid slowly into him, this was much tighter than any of the girls I had fucked (or was ever to fuck) I grabbed his hips and went to town on him as he squeeled and begged for more, telling me it was the best fucking he’d had since he was twenty.

Having so recently come, I was able to fuck that lovely tight hole for 15 minutes.

If I had gone in there first I dont think I would have lasted much more than 3 strokes.

When I came I thought I would never stop, then as he came and he clamped down on my cock I started shooting again as I collapsed onto his back.

As we got our breath back I slipped out of him and we went back to the bed and just laid there, I fell asleep for awhile and was wakened by him sucking me and playing with my nipples.

He had been and made a cup of tea for each of us, so we sat and chatted as we drank it.

He told me he had seen me around and lusted after me but never thought it would happen, and that this was one of the happiest days of his life, and was it possible for me to stay longer.

We had been there over 3 hours, and as it was only 2pm I was happy to stay a few more hours.

After our drink he went straight back to my cock, then straddled me in the 69 possition and I felt a cock in my mouth for the first time.

He was slightly larger than me in that department but was also circumcised like me and I found I was realy enjoying the experience, it did not take long despite my inexperience before he started to grow and twitch, and with a loud moan started to shoot his load into my mouth, the first couple of spurts hitting the back of my throat quite unexpectedly (this was a first for me) and the amount amazed me and with him still pumping I was choking to swallow it fast enough, I kept him in my mouth till he went soft, although I had still not come, he rolled off me and begged me to fuck him again, which sounded like a good idea to me so I did.

He asked me to lay on my back, then lowered himself onto me,

and he rode me like a pro.

That was my intro. and was repeated numerous times until work took me to a different town, but I never lost my liking for older men.

Suck & Fuck Twinks

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I took a mental health day off from work. I was laying on the couch watching television when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so was slow to get up. It was my neighbor, Cedric. He was in workout clothes, with a gym bag, and said he didn’t have his keys. He was going to go get his wife’s keys, but wanted to shower before going to her office. I didn’t exactly get along with Cedric. He didn’t respect my parking places, and he often played his music too loud after 11PM. We had a few cross wrods, but nothing ever got physical. I could just have easily turned him away, but he was in need. I told him to hold on while I went upstairs and secured my room. We were neighbors, but you can’t be too careful. I cleaned the bathroom a little, and put a towel on the toilet seat.

He went upstairs to shower, and I cooked something to eat. I had finished eating and was laying back on the couch when I heard him come downstairs. I asked was he straight, and from behind me he said “not yet.”

I turned to the side and saw he was just in the towel I gave him. “Is something wrong?”

“Can I ask you something?”

I kept my eyes off his crotch, “Yeah.”

“You like dick, don’t you?”

I sat up, “What?”

“I’ve seen a lot of females coming and going, but I’ve also seen a few dudes.”

I started standing up, “They’re just friends, so what business is it of yours?”

Cedric put his hand on my shoulder, and guided me back down. “Tell me you don’t like dick.”

“I don’t care if you’re locked out or what, you need to get out of my house,” I moved from his hand and started standing up again.

He pushed me back down again, and loosened the towel so that it fell off.

“Damn,” I said without thinking. He had meat – fat balls, and a healthy dick. Cedric was 6′3″, and about 240 pounds; I was 6′, and about 190. I wasn’t a twink, but I wasn’t Cedric’s size either. I kept myself from licking my lips, but not from staring.

“Give it a kiss.”

“Cedric, man-”

“If I’m wrong about you liking dick, I’ll leave. But I don’t think I’m wrong.”

He wasn’t. I leaned forward and kissed his tip.

“Yeah,” he smiled.

I licked it, then leaned back to watch it swell; it rapidly got long and hard. There was a curve it that went up and to the left. I put my hand around it, and rubbed my hand back and forth.

“Do that shit,” he hissed.

I stroked him until clear precum formed at his slit – something I love to see. I stroked some more, until enough built up to drip off. I leaned over and caught it on my tongue, then went up the stream until I was at his tip.

“Oh, it’s like that?”

I looked up at him for the first time since he dropped the towel, “Cedric, I know how to treat a big dick.”

“We’ll see about that.”

I put my mouth on his dick, and got it wet. I never thought about saying anything like that to him, but this was a situation I wasn’t going to pass up. I took only about three-quarters of his length in my mouth, and my lips were stretched to do so. I used my hand to pump what I couldn’t get to.

He moaned, “You’re better than I thought you’d be.”

He smelled clean, and he skin tasted good. He took his dick from my hand, and raised it up for me to get to his nuts. I licked and sucked them until he let go, then swallowed his dick again. I forgot all about the issues I had with him, and just sucked. Feeling him flinch and hearing him groan turned me on. When he told me to get my clothes off, I put up no resistance. While I pulled off my shirt, shorts, and underwear, he walked over to the steps and came back with my jar of Vaseline. I stared at his classic Blackman’s ass as he went away, and licked my lips at how his dick swayed as he came back.

“How do you want it?” he tossed the jar in his had.

“From the back.”

“Stand up,” he took my arm and helped me up. He turned me sideways, and grabbed a handful of my ass. “Nice.” He bent me over so that my hands went to the sofa cushions. I asked him to wait a minute, and went to bend over the back of the loveseat. He grinned, and stroked his dick with a fist full of jelly as he walked behind me.

He would easily be the biggest man to fuck me. As a matter of fact, a man hadn’t fucked me in a while. More often than not, I was the one doing the fucking. But from the moment his towel dropped, there was no question about who was going to do the giving and who was going to receive. I bit my lip and braced myself for it.

“Your name is Angela, all right?”

“Huh?”

He smacked my ass, hard.

“Shit!”

“When I call your name, you’d better answer to it.”

“I will,” I said with my head swimming.

He spread my cheeks, “You ready?”

I hoped he would put some on my asshole, but I guess that was too much to ask. “Yes.”

“Well, too bad if you ain’t,” he pushed forward.

I felt his big head at my hole. Once I felt myself starting to open up, I knew to push out. His head squeezed itself inside. “Oh shit.”

“Nice and tight, I like that,” he pushed again. My ass wasn’t letting him as quickly as he was trying to go, and his force made me rise to my toes. “Poke that ass out more, Angie.”

I moved forward, and bent all the way over the back of the couch. My face was inches from the cushions, and my ass arched higher.

“Good bitch!” he smacked my ass again. “My wife doesn’t even follow directions that fast!”

I would have done anything to get him in me as fast as possible. Getting him in was becoming painful. He was stretching my rim beyond legal limits. Instead of pushing in a little then pulling back out, he just pushed forward. I could feel my insides making way for him; it just wasn’t fast enough for my comfort, which wasn’t Cedric’s concern anyway. I was trying to take it like a man, but I couldn’t hold back my whines and groans anymore.

He laughed, “Loosen up, bitch! I’m getting in this ass, whether you help me or not.”

That sentiment turned me on; I just couldn’t take his method. I tried to rock back to ease him in little by little, but his force had me pressed against the couch. Plus, with only my toes being on the floor, I couldn’t get leverage anyway. After a few more seconds of his bull-thrust, I raised my right leg onto the couch – almost like I was trying to climb over. The shift allowed him to slip two inches in. That sudden movement was a relief from the pain.

He rubbed my back, “We’re almost there, Angie.”

I pushed up from the cushions, “How much more?”

“Just six or seven inches.”

I groaned and fell back down.

Cedric laughed, “You don’t want it?”

I shook my head, “I didn’t say that. You already feel like you’re in my stomach.”

“Because this is a man-size dick; not like them boys you have in and out of here.”

I felt hair on my ass, and blew out a big sigh – he was in!

“Want me to pull out and penetrate you again?”

“No!”

He started sliding out, “Are you sure? My wife loves when I do it to her.”

“Please no!” I felt his tip getting close to popping out, and clinched my hole as much as I could.

“You got pussy muscles, Angie?”

“And I’m not afraid to use ‘em,” I moaned.

He smacked my ass, and pushed back in, “I like a feisty bitch.” He started fucking me, and I started to enjoy having him in me. After about 5 long strokes, he grabbed me by my hips and gave me short hard thrusts. His grunts got deeper and heavier, while mine got higher. Between breaths, he said, “Take that,” over and over.

I don’t know what kinds of noises were coming out of my mouth; it was open, and I was almost drooling. I felt him swell up, then he pulled out after a few more thrusts and shot hot cum over my back and ass.

He smacked my ass again, then walked around and flopped on the couch. His dick bounced off his stomach. Cedric had opened me up so wide, my ass felt like a wind tunnel. I reached back to take note of the damage. My finger went in my greasy, slimy hole with no problem.

“You got a good pussy,” he smiled after he caught his breath.

“Your dick stretched it to the limit.”

“I’m used to hearing that.”

I pulled myself off the back of the couch, “Looks like you still want some more.”

“I do,” he laughed. “But I better have a load for my wife tonight.” He got off the couch and grabbed his towel, “I’ll be back though.” He went upstairs and washed off. I laid on the floor and just tried to recuperate. Ten minutes later, Cedric came downstairs. “You may want to pick up some Astroglide or something better than Vaseline for next time. Its up to you; I’m getting in that ass either way,” he laughed, took his keys out of his pocket, and left.

It was an hour before I felt like I could move. I made my way upstairs and into the shower. I took the showerhead off its handle and aimed it up between my legs. The water rushing into my closing hole was an incredible sensation – borderline painful. I leaned back against the wall, put my foot on the edge of the tub, and stroked my hard dick. Thinking about the fucking I got was a nice memory to bust my nut to. I rinsed my ass out a few minutes more, before getting out.

Cedric didn’t say when he would be back, so every day I wondered when he might knock on my door. I didn’t enjoy the way he fucked me, but I didn’t really want him to fuck me like that again. The pain came too close to outweighing the pleasure. I didn’t have to be that forceful with the guys I fucked, or the females either. When Cedric did come over, I wanted to enjoy the experience a lot more than I did.

That knock came about 8 days later. “I don’t need your shower this time, but you do have something I need,” he made his way in. “Get your clothes off.”

“I need to do something upstairs first.”

“Hurry up!”

I came back down a few minutes later in a robe, “Let’s talk a second.”

Cedric had his pants off and his dick out, “We don’t need to talk; just get that shit off.”

“I like that you want to fuck me. It gives me a chance to live out some fantasies of my own. But I don’t want to be fucked how you fucked me that first time.”

“Oh, you don’t?” he laughed.

“You said you were going to call me Angela, right? So why not get the full experience,” I dropped my robe to show him the white, lace teddy I had on. His eyes got big. I walked over to him, “Let me be Angie for you.” I got on my knees between his legs, “You said your wife isn’t as obedient as me. I’ll do whatever you say, when you say – as long as you don’t fuck me like a horny bull.”

“Wait a minute. I ain’t into all that gay kissing and shit.”

I licked his tip, “I’m not into kissing either, but I will be your girlfriend.” I kissed his dick, “You slutty girlfriend. I’ll give you all the things you miss at home, as long as you don’t rip through my asshole again.”

“You mean your pussy.”

I smiled and stroked his dick, “My tight, little pussy. I’ll tell the one guy I let fuck me that he can’t fuck me anymore, so it will be all yours. Your dick is better than his anyway.”

“You’ll do whatever I say?”

“Whenever you say.”

“Stand up and turn around.”

I did what he said, making a slow turn.

“You do look good in that shit; little freak.”

“We have a deal?”

“Get over here and suck my dick, Angie.”

I smiled, and got his dick in my mouth as quickly as I could. I wasted no time, and let saliva from my mouth coat his shaft so I could stroke it easily. His dick got rock hard in my mouth and hand. I expected him to tell me to stop at any moment, and I had already greased my ass in anticipation. But he didn’t tell me to stop. I kept pumping his shaft while licking or sucking his tip. He shifted, groaned, and ran his hands through my hair, but never told me to stop. His breathing got heavy like when he was fucking my pussy, so I knew what was coming. His dick swole up, and pulled my mouth off just before his eruption. I kept hold of his dick while his body jerked. His cum shot over his thighs and chest. I smiled at what I was able to do to him.

He slowly opened his eyes, and looked at e still holding his dick – waiting his next command. “Clean me off.”

I got up to get a towel.

“Is that how my slutty girlfriend would clean me off?”

I did say that I would do whatever he said. “Probably not,” I got back on my knees, and licked up his multiple spots of cum. It was slimy and salty, but I cleaned his thighs.

“My wife won’t do that,” he pointed to the cum on his stomach and chest.

I sat over his leg, and licked and kissed his stomach clean.

He stroked my leg as I did, “I don’t like hairy-legged women.”

“Okay,” I moved up to clean his chest.

“Good slut,” he moaned. “I had planned to fuck the hell out of you,” he checked the clock,” but that was good for now. I wish I had more time,” he got up.

I was disappointed I wasn’t going to feel his dick in my pussy. “When can we fuck again?”

“Greedy slut,” he laughed.

I shrugged, “I want to be ready for you.”

“Thursday,” he left.

I set me hard dick free, and masturbated to the possibilities Thursday held.

Wet Twinks Boning

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It all started when I answered an ad I found in the personal section of a sex web site.

The ad read “ISO sexual male to join exclusive party group. Must be D&D free and very open-minded.”

I thought “what the hell”, replied to it, and then promptly forgot it. Several days had gone by before I checked my “special” mailbox that I use for such things, and to my surprise, it contained a reply to my reply. It listed a telephone number, and time frame to call. I debated as to whether to call and finally talked myself into it. A nice sounding male voice answered after a couple of rings and we set up a time and place to meet to talk about joining the group. At the appointed time I arrived at the tavern where we had agreed to meet, sat at the bar and ordered a drink.

After a short wait I heard the same voice from the phone call behind me and turned to find a very good-looking man standing behind me. About 6′2″, blond, green-eyed, and well-built physically. He introduced himself as John and motioned me to follow him & we went to a corner booth where we ordered and received our drinks while making small talk. After a few sips we began to relax and he started to tell me about the group.

“We’re very exclusive and keep the number of members at ten, bringing in someone new only when one of our members leaves. We’re very particular about the people we allow to join our group and discretion is a must. You can never discuss what goes on in our meetings with anyone outside the club. We get together twice a month to have fun and enjoy each other. Before we go any further you must meet with the other members and be accepted by all. I’ll ask you now if you agree to the stipulations” I thought for a moment before agreeing, and John said “good, so lets go meet the guys.”

We left the bar, got into his car and drove a few blocks over to a near-by hotel and he lead the way up to a suite where there were eight other men sitting around having drinks, watching porn on the TV. John led me to the center of the room and introduced me “Guys I’d like for you to meet Billy, he’d like to join our club.” He went around the room saying each guys name, noting the confused look on my face he said “you’ll get to know all of us very soon believe me” this statement got a big laugh from everyone in the room.

Then he said “Billy will you take your clothes off please?”

I just stood there looking at him dumbly.

He added “we want to see the real you, now please remove your clothes”

I started undressing, feeling every eye in the room watching me. As I removed my boxers and stood naked in the middle of the room, one of the guys spoke up and said “very nice, now please walk around to each of us so that we can get a good look.” I slowly walked around and stood before each man for a moment, before moving on. A

fter I had been inspected by all of them I walked back to the center of the room at which time John said “Will you please take your clothes to the other room and get dressed while we take our vote? We’ll call you out in a few minutes.” I went into the adjoining bedroom and got dressed then sat on the edge of the bed waiting. After a few minutes John came in and motioned for me to come out.

As I entered the room, I was directed back to the center of the room and John stood beside me and said, “We’d like to welcome you to our little club Billy, you’re in!”

Everyone surrounded me and shook my hand in congratulations and welcomed me. John said “I’ll contact you to let you know when the initiation ceremony will take place.”

To which I replied ” I’m looking forward to joining you guys!”

The meeting broke up and John took me back to my car and told me that he’d call me the next day with the details.

I went home wondering exactly what I’d gotten myself into, and what would take place at the “ceremony”.

I didn’t have long to wait as the next morning I received a call from John with instructions on how to prepare myself and directions to the location for the meeting.

I was to completely shave my pubic area and ass in preparation for that evening, use lotion to ease any chaffing and he told me to “be ready for anything.” As the hour neared for my initiation I prepared myself and was growing increasingly excited. At the appointed hour there was a knock on my door, and there was John smiling. He asked” are you ready for this?” I just nodded and followed him to his car.

There was little talk as we drove for a short time to a large house in an affluent neighborhood and parked in the drive. We walked up to the door and as we neared, it opened and we were admitted by one of the guys that I had met the evening before. He introduced himself again as Jimmy. He was a good-looking guy, of medium build with dark hair and blue eyes. I was led down the hall to the den where everyone else was waiting. Greetings were waved & shouted around and a drink was given to me as well as a lighted joint of some very potent pot. After a few drinks and a couple of joints I was feeling no pain, and John who seemed to be the leader announced that we were adjourning to “the playroom” and led the way down a stairway to the basement.

I looked around and noticed that there were several video cameras as well as three large screen televisions set up. I the center of the room was a table of the likes of which I’d never seen. It was similar in appearance to a doctors’ examination table with a few alterations. It appeared to hinge in the middle with a drop leaf at either end and had an opening in the center about 8 inches square. John turned to me and said ” this is our fun table, I think that you’ll learn to like it a lot!”

He then put his arm around me and pulled me close and asked “Are you ready for your initiation?”

I nodded nervously, and smiled. He said “well OK then lets get started.” He stepped away and the other guys moved in around me reaching out, caressing me and starting to unbutton and remove my clothes. Soon I was naked and they led me to the table laying me on it face-down. They used soft sheep skin straps to bind my arms and legs loosely and adjusted it so that I was comfortable (comfortable, but very nervous) As I watched, all of the other men removed their clothing and moved to the table where I lay, hands began to caress my body. I found out the reason for the opening in the middle of the table as hands reached underneath and stroked my now hard cock. A small padded block was raised under my chin and separate leaves under my arms were moved out to a comfortable angle.

John asked if I was comfortable and I nodded. He added that if at any time I was feeling overwhelmed or experienced pain all I had to do was say stop & they would cease what they were doing until I gave them the permission to proceed. I again nodded that I understood this. They continued to stroke me and I felt fingers slide between the cheeks of my ass, gently slipping a plastic tube inside me as it was explained that it was a lubricating jelly. I was growing increasingly horny as I felt the lube being eased inside me. As I watched the cameras were turned on, my body appeared on the large screen televisions as seen from different angles. One view was of my face from the side, another was focused on my ass, and the third was a wide shot of the entire table with all of the surrounding men. As I watched I could see the tube K-Y being squeezed into my ass and then removed, leaving a small amount oozing from me. I was getting really horny now and I could sense (and see) that everyone else was too, judging from all of the hardening cocks.

As I watched the screens, one of the men moved in front of me and showed me his dick, it was about 7 inches long, not very thick and uncircumcised. He guided his cock into my mouth and I opened wide, accepting him and used my tongue to suck him in further. I felt a new sensation at my ass and could see as a medium sized butt plug was slid inside me. As all of this was happening I felt a hard cock being put into each of my hands. I felt so dirty, but at the same time I was getting hotter than I’d ever been in my entire life. After a few minutes the butt plug was replaced with a dildo of slightly larger size and slowly it was being pushed in and out of me, at the same time hands were busy on my cock stroking me and other hands were covering my body with caresses too. I felt a mouth engulf my hard dick briefly and I’d never felt anything so wonderful.

All this time I’m still sucking and tonguing the cock in my mouth, I feel it begin to swell even more and hands gently grab my head as he begins to slowly fuck in and out of my face. I feel him move faster as he nears climax, and after a minute or so he pulls out until just the head remained in and the first squirt of hot cum erupted into my mouth. As he continues to shoot he slides in and clasps my head as I suck even harder to get every last drop from his balls. I hear him moan and gasp as he finishes cumming and he says to the other guys ” I think we made a very good choice in Billy here.” As I finish swallowing his load another cock is placed in my face and I open wide once again to take my second cock of the evening and hopefully soon my second load!

As I begin to suck this cock (this time larger and circumcised) I feel the dildo being removed from my asshole. I glance over at the screen showing that view and I saw as one of the men stepped in between my legs and applied more lube to my ass, then to his cock. Placing the head at the entrance to my hole he asks “Are you ready for me Billy?” I nod my head around the cock in my mouth and I can feel the cock slowly being pressed into my butt. He gently applied more & more pressure until the head suddenly it popped inside me.

Giving me a minute to adjust he slowly began to slide his hard dick inside me until I can feel his balls resting against the cheeks of my ass, and could feel his pubic hair at the top of my crack. He slowly began to withdraw until just the head remained inside me and paused for a moment. While this is going on I’m still sucking on the cock in my mouth and stroking one in either hand. I can see on the screens the cocks that are penetrating me, and the men surrounding the table where I lay. I can honestly say that I’ve never seen anything so erotic in my whole life! The cock in my ass begins to move faster and someone zooms in on it with a camera until it fills the screen. I can see my asshole being pulled out and then pushed back in as he fucks me.

The lubrication is glistening on both his cock and my ass as it runs down my balls and drips off. Occasionally a mouth will take my cock and suck it briefly giving me indescribable pleasure. I feel the cock in my ass begin to gather speed until he’s slamming into me, fucking into me as he begins to cum. The cock slides into me one last time as I feel his hot load jetting into me as he rests his spewing balls against my ass. I can see the sperm leaking around his dick as he fills me with his seed, and I begin to cum too! I feel a mouth suck me in as spurt after spurt empties my balls. The excitement is contagious, as I feel and taste the cock in my mouth begin to unload, and the two I have in my hands follow shortly thereafter.

A break is called for and a drink with a straw is placed so that I may wet my mouth with something other than sperm. I look at the television with the close-up of my ass and can see the seed oozing from me. Someone holds a joint to my lips and I inhale a few tokes and feel even more relaxed.

I see John in front of me holding his cock as he asks “Are you ready to continue?” I smile a cum-coated smile and say “Yes I am” and he stepped forward and slips his dick into my mouth.

I suck his hardness for a couple of minutes when he steps back and says “Billy, Joey wants to fuck your ass, but you need to say its ok first.” I look around and there is Joey, six and one-half feet tall, black and hung with the largest cock I’d ever seen. I had a fleeting moment of doubt but thought “In for a penny” and said “Just take it slowly, and let me taste that monster first” chuckling John stepped aside as Joey took his place in front of me. I looked at the huge purple knob peeking at me from the foreskin covering it (did I mention that I love uncut cocks?) and opened my mouth as far as it would go. I could barely get the head into my mouth but managed to suck the head in and ran my tongue around inside the skin, savoring the flavor and feel.

I continued to suck and lick the huge head until it became so engorged that it was filling my mouth completely. He then pulled it from my mouth and moved around behind me. I felt him place the huge cock at my ass and slowly slip it into me. At this point I was grateful for the lubrication provided by the previous load of cum left there as the head stretched me more and more. All activity stopped as everyone watched Joey slide slowly inside me. Inch by inch he pressed in, until half of this enormous cock was filling my ass. Sliding back out until the head remained lodged inside me, he paused before sliding back in just a little deeper than before.

I moaned as this monster cock touched me deep inside. John asked me if I was alright and I just smiled at him as Joey slid back inside, going farther with each slow thrust until finally after what seemed an eternity, he was buried completely inside me. I heard everyone break into applause at the sight presented on the screen. My asshole was stretched tightly around him.

The contrast of my glistening (now red) hole and his huge black cock was a sight to behold. Joey leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck and said “You’re the first that has ever taken me completely inside.” I could feel the huge balls resting against me and I swear they were the hottest I’d ever felt! As he slowly withdrew we all watched on the big screen. My asshole clung to him, gripping and clinging. He moved slowly back inside and began to fuck me in earnest. The huge cock began a slow rhythm in and out, and I raised my head saying “I ‘m feeling neglected here!”

With that John stepped back up to my face and I sucked him inside my mouth once again, enjoying the attention and feeling so hot at the big beautiful cocks that were entering me from either end. The action resumed as cocks were placed in my hands again and I got into the game once more, determined to please every cock that was offered to me. I could feel a mouth on my cock once more and was rapidly becoming lost in the feelings that were assaulting me. I looked over and saw that the guys that couldn’t find a place with me were beginning to suck and fuck each other while waiting their turn (or their second helping).

I could feel Joey beginning to speed up as I adjusted to his size and John began to fuck my mouth as I simply held it open and sucked. Our breathing came faster & faster as we all were nearing the point of no return. My ass was getting hammered and John was now holding on to my head as he fucked my face. My hands were busy as well and I could feel them begin to swell and leak pre-cum. The on in my right hand began to spurt first, followed by the one in my left. I could feel their loads shooting across my body and landing on my back as I continued to jerk them off. Joey grabbed my hips and began to slam into me as he neared orgasm, and John filled my mouth with his sweet seed. Everyone finished cumming and stepped back to watch Joey fuck me faster and faster.

With a growl he slid completely inside me as his load jetted into my ass. It seemed as though he was cumming by the bucketful! We could all see on the screen as his cum seemed to spurt around his huge cock as he held it deep inside me, running down my crack and balls to drip off onto the floor, until one of the guys slid underneath me and began to catch it in his mouth. After what seemed like forever the flood subsided and I could feel his cock begin to soften while still in my asshole. Slowly he began to withdraw and as his head popped out, he leaned down to capture the great globs of cum as it poured out of my well-stretched ass, using his tongue to tickle and clean me up, grateful for the wonderful fuck I’d given him.

After a few minutes we’d all caught our breath, and a couple of the guys started to unbuckle the restraints and I rose from the table with a big smile on my face. Joey noticed that I still hadn’t cum and took me by the hand and led me to and arm chair saying ” Now it’s your turn.” With that he bent over the back of the char and spread his cheeks in an open invitation. I stepped up to him and reached behind me, releasing some of the cum from my ass and applied it to my cock. I slowly slid my hard cock into him and bean to fuck his beautiful black ass. It was only a matter of a couple of minutes before I blew my load into him and had to collapse into a near-by chair.

After I’d caught my breath a couple of the guys took me into the bathroom where there was a large shower room and gave me a bath, eventually all of us wound up in the shower to clean up after the evening fun.

As John gave me a ride home he smiled at me and said ” You were wonderful and we’re all looking forward to our next meeting, it’ll be someone else’s turn on the fun table next time, as we all take turns being the main attraction.”

I’m looking forward to our next adventure, but I’m REALLY looking forward to my next turn on the table!