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Subject: Deans BIcha Chapter 22 I have been reading stories for several years, and I thought I’d try writing one, so this is my first attempt. It’s based a lot on my youth with respect to people (names changed) and places and even some events, though most of the sexual situations are fiction. If you are under legal age to read, or in an area which prevents this, please leave now. Remember this was the mid 1970s and HIV wasn’t a thing. Play safe today. PLEASE: Donate to Nifty to keep this wonderful service free. I would really appreciate constructive feedback. I can be reached ail I enjoy getting comments and will reply. Dean’s Bicha 22 Friday Morning. I woke well ahead of dad waking me up. Thought I’d take a shower this morning. Following Marla’s rule, I slowly opened my door and quickly ran to the bathroom naked. I did it. But now I have to go back. Of course I can always go in a towel. While showering my dad opened the door and said he was glad I was up early and wanted to know what I wanted for breakfast. Weekdays it was usually cereal but I asked for some scrambled eggs. “Sure thing sport,” he said and left, leaving the door mostly open as was his way. Turning off the shower I began drying myself waiting for Marla to come out of her room. Thinking about walking down the hall naked gave me a boner. She had seen it enough times that I wasn’t as embarrassed but it still gave me a thrill doing something so naughty. When her door opened I felt that rush of adrenaline and headed to my room. “Looking good bro,” she said smiling at me. I smiled back and went to put on a pair of briefs. Now I had a problem. A big one. I was hard and only wearing size small briefs which offered no real cover at all. My dad had seen my morning wood before but how would he react to my coming to the breakfast table with an erection. Deciding to get dressed, I grabbed a pair of jeans when my dad called out that my eggs were ready. “Ok, be right there,” I answered. “Come on, your food is getting cold,” he shouted back. Dad always got pissed if you didn’t get to the table fast when he called the food was ready thus allowing it to get cold. So I knew had little choice and dropped my clothes and went into the kitchen. Luckily I was able to sit down before he spotted my hard-on. He dished up my eggs and looked down at me. “What’s with this?” He asked as he held out his finger indicating my stiff one. Busted. How do parents do it? Did he have x-ray eyes allowing him to see through the table. Apparently despite my efforts the chair wasn’t pulled in enough to prevent him from seeing my boner. I couldn’t even blame it on morning wood. “Um… I… ah… guess I didn’t have time to take care of it this morning,” I stumbled thru an answer. “You should take care of that in the shower or your bedroom. You better get rid of it before your sister sees it.” My sister? Really. Not only has she seen it, she’s given it a few tugs too. I wanted to tell him that, but I didn’t. “You can’t mean to do it here in the kitchen do you?!” I asked alarmed. “Of course not! Here hold this on it while you eat.” Reaching into the freezer my dad pulled out an ice cube and gave it to me. He really expected me to ice my cock and balls while eating scrambled eggs? The answer is Yes. In shock I took the ice cube and reached into my briefs and held it to my throbbing dick. “Oooh. That’s cold,” I exclaimed. It worked as my erection began to fade while I ate my eggs and toast. The really embarrassing part was that my father watched me the whole time. He even held out his hand to take the melted cube when I had deflated enough. I quickly wiped the dripping water from my genitals just as my sister came out of the bathroom. Putting my dishes in the sink I thought maybe I should always have an ice cube with me to rid myself of unwanted boners. Hahaha.. No stop thinking of that or I’ll get another one. Back in my room, I removed the briefs and put on my pants. I knew Richard was going to check and I didn’t want any more problems with him or the Soarer brothers. This would be the first time going to school all day without underwear and I was more than a little nervous about it. Wearing jeans without briefs felt totally different than a pair of shorts. I kinda liked it and started to chub up. I forgot about making my bed naked as Marla had instructed. Oh well, I think I did enough humiliating stuff already today. I had barely gotten off the bus when Richard headed in my direction. Boy, he must be horny I thought. Yup, he didn’t even say anything, he just gave me a head nod to follow him. We walked around the corner toward the construction area which was supposed to be off limits to us kids. Lucky for me, unlucky for him there were several contractors talking and having coffee so we couldn’t sneak in and find a private place for me to service him. Well maybe it was unlucky for me too since I did like cocksucking, its just Richard I didn’t like, who was none too pleased at the situation. I spotted him before he spotted me. Among the 5 or 6 guys standing there was Phillip from the technical high school. Please let him not see me and let’s get out of here I pleaded in my head. “Hey. What are you guys doing here?” One of the construction guys shouted over, “This area is restricted.” Being disappointed about his failed blowjob attempt, Richard replied, “Oh sorry. We were just looking for a private place so my friend could suck me off.” Immediately all eyes were on me as mine nearly fell out of my head. Trying to save a little dignity I sarcastically answered back, “Very Funny. As if anybody could find your teeny tiny little thingy.” Hitting below the belt I knew this would piss him off again. Come to think of it, isn’t that what got me into trouble with him in the first place. Well, as the saying goes, “stick with a winner.” What more could he do to me now. The guys roared with laughter as Richard turned around and stomped off. I may have won the battle, but I was very concerned about the war. Phillip had caught my eye and was pushing his tongue against the inside of his mouth indicating he knew what Richard had said was indeed true. I felt my face flush and my dick expand. Better to retreat now. I told Robby on our way to 3rd period math class about not wearing any underwear today. He smiled from ear to ear. He and I discussed plans for him to camp out tonight if his parents were ok with it. He said he’d call me after school. Now if I can take care of Dean, Dale, Jeff, and Matt after school maybe Robby and I will have some privacy tonight. I was required to sleep over Dean and Dale’s house one night each weekend and they had already told me earlier in the week it was going to be Saturday night. I was able to avoid Richard during lunch. In science class he made me open my fly and show him that I wasn’t wearing any briefs, which made him happier but not happy. During last period gym class I contemplated stealing another pair of Robby’s briefs but thought he might just trade tonight. I handed out the towels after showers again. Boy I wish I could do this all the time. I got to see each and every boy’s cock up close and personal dripping with water. There wasn’t one I wouldn’t suck or at the very least lick the water off the tips of their dicks. I was rock hard. What had happened to me in such a short time? The smaller, less mature kids usually left the showers first being embarrassed by their lack of development. Douglas Kane was first to ask for a towel. Doug was a friend of mine who hadn’t yet started puberty along with 6 others I counted that day. Out of the 26 kids in our gym class, 7 unlucky soles were hairless. Yup, I’d suck that I thought handing him his towel. I hope he gets pubes over the summer before ninth grade. Imagine going into high school bald? I hope my own grow back by then or I’ll be just as embarrassed as poor Doug. He would be fortunate, I not as much. Another friend of mine, Steve Wurzinski, a heavier set kid was next in line. Steve had Giresun Escort a small patch of hair above his dick, but like me, was not too athletically inclined. The non-jocks left the showers with the bald ones. Normally, I wouldn’t have thought of sucking him off, but in my horny state having been deprived the opportunity thus far today for any cocksucking I would have done him too. John Kennedy (probably not named after the president when we were born) stood before me dripping wet as water was running down his skinny, hairless body waiting for a towel. As I went to hand it to him and I “accidentally” dropped it and bent over to pick it up. My face was only inches away from his dick and balls which were either small to start with or had shrunken because of the cold. I figured I could take his entire package in my mouth if I tried. He gave me a funny smirk as I stood back up and handed him his towel. Did he know I was checking him out? Probably. The notion both scared and excited me. I handed out a few more towels in a daze thinking about John K. (Not John Stanton from the fairgrounds) and another boy, Dennis Perkins who I caught messing around last year during a field trip. The class was at a nature park for science lessons and during lunch we split apart. John K. And Dennis had wandered off down a trail. I don’t know why I followed them but I’m glad I did. When I snuck up to them they had opened their zippers and were exposing themselves. John K. said they were just taking a piss, but Dennis looked far too guilty. I always wondered what they would have been doing had I been just a minute later approaching them. There was a break in the line since the more mature and athletic boys were jostling around in the showers. I cautiously unzipped my fly to relieve some pressure on my fully engorged cock. With a little encouragement it popped out and was standing tall. What am I doing I screamed in my head. If you get caught… I didn’t want to think of the potential consequences. I stood behind the stack of towels as I continued to give them out. When Robby (despite his smaller stature Robby was on the wrestling team and somewhat of a jock) came up I stepped aside slightly so he could get a quick glimpse. His gasp nearly gave me way. Ducking back behind the stack I handed him a towel which he quickly proceeded to put in front of his own growing member. He stood there blocking the view of the others behind him as I discretely tucked my hard on back inside my jeans, though I couldn’t zip up without being noticed. “Come on Wilson. Move it,” someone shouted farther down the line. Robby walked away grinning and trying to hide his own boner. Good luck with that Robby. My friend John S. was next in line for a towel. God, what a gorgeous body he had besides his good looks. He could have any girl he wanted. He leaned in and whispered, “You love flashing that thing don’t you?” as he took his towel and began drying himself. He just smiled at me and walked away. He had obviously seen my boner too. Thankfully, he was amused by my antics and never mentioned it to anyone. Had that been anyone else, I didn’t even want to think of the consequences. Richard stalled long enough to be the last one done and began stroking off as he approached me to get his towel. He was hard as steel then whispered he was going to shoot his load down my throat when we got to the restricted construction zone. Suddenly we heard the coach call out my name telling me to lock up the equipment room. Richard and I both lost are erections instantly. Well, they deflated greatly. Richard told me to meet him in the closed off area so he could finish there. Holding the towel in front of his rapidly softening cock he went to get dressed. Funny, nobody back then ever considered wrapping the towel around themselves to cover up. Leaving the locker room to meet Richard I knew it was too good to be true. I’d be sucking him off after all. I got to the spot before he did and started laughing. I saw him smiling as he walked in my direction. As he rounded the corner the expression on his face was priceless. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. The entire construction area was blocked off so there would be no blowjob at all for him today. He said he’s make up for it on Monday as he stomped to his bus, without his trademark back handing me in the nuts. Wow, I had a fairly normal day so far, except for the no underwear part and the totally crazy flashing Robby (and John S.) in the showers. I boarded my bus and reflected on the day and more importantly what would happen tonight. How to entertain Robby without Dean and Dale ruining everything. I was barely in the house 5 minutes changing, peeing, and grabbing a snack before heading to their house. Turns out they weren’t home this afternoon. A note on their basement door told me they wouldn’t be back until late tonight and they’d see me tomorrow afternoon. Dean’s note told me Matt and Jeff were unavailable as well. Great! Problem solved for tonight. I went on to read the rest of the note. It was not such good news. Because I’d miss Rule 7 today (daily blowjobs) I’d of course have to give them 3 each tomorrow. That would be the “easy” part the note read. They had something special planned for all of the pee I saved this week. Crap, I forgot and didn’t really save that much. What were they planning anyway? I was to be ready for them tomorrow after lunch and we’d be camping in back by the creek. Double crap, they discovered the creek. I figured they’d want to camp back there since it was farther away from the house and we were less likely to be disturbed by my parents. Obviously they weren’t worried about their own. The last portion of the note was a task I had to perform. I was to strip off and take two Polaroid pictures of myself (a selfie before cell phones) sitting on their front steps with a boner. It had better show both my dick and face. Great I thought. The naked and boner parts were almost second nature by this point. Sitting on the front steps taking a picture of myself would be most challenging. I figured I better get this done before the commuter rush hour started. The neighbors on each side of their house worked, so they wouldn’t be an issue either, I hoped. Even though nobody was home, I undressed outside before going in to get the camera. A note next to it said I’d just earned an extra punishment for going in their house without permission. How the hell was I suppose to get the camera without going inside if they weren’t home. Definitely a lose-lose situation and just an excuse to punish me more. I now wondered about Jeff and Matt. Dean’s note said the were unavailable but was that true or was he setting me up to miss sucking them off and another reason to torment me? I figured I’d call them, and yes I knew another punishment would ensue using the phone without permission and/or for not believing his note. Fuck it. Mrs. Archer answered and told me the boys were down the street at their cousin’s house helping set up for the grandmother’s surprise birthday party tonight. She told me to call tomorrow to see if they could come out and play. “Play?” That sounded so juvenile considering what we would be doing. Telling me to have a good night we hung up. Whoa, No blowjobs at all today! First I was happy by that. Then a little sad. Lastly, very horny. I actually felt somewhat cheated that I hadn’t sucked anyone off, how preverted is that. However, Robby would be the only dick I sucked today, assuming he could stay over, and I was very happy with the possibilities. I better get my task done quickly and get home before he calls. Easier said than done. I crept around the side of the house and watched for cars in either direction. It was only 2:45 so I had plenty of time before the commuter traffic began. Of course being naked and hard was easy. Running and sitting on the steps was mildly difficult. Getting a selfie without being able to see through the viewfinder, very difficult. Giresun Escort Bayan Today cell phones turn the camera around so you can see exactly what the picture will be before you push the button. I had to guess where the camera was angled and wait for the polaroid to develop to see if I captured both my face and boner in the picture. It took me 6 attempts to get one acceptable picture. What was worse was the fact that in that time 4 cars drove by with me sitting there in the nude with an erection. I froze every time praying the driver didn’t look toward the house. If I had run around to the side I surely would have drawn attention to myself. Partial luck was with me as I watched all four cars go by without being seen. By a driver that is. Unlucky for me was Michael Carr drove by with his mom. They lived three houses farther down the street than the Soarers. Michael and his girl cousin (I found out later who she was) were the two kids who had seen me last week when this whole mess began as I was standing by the road. Shit! There was nothing I could do about him. I better finish fast in case he says anything to his mother and they come up here to investigate. Picture 7 cut off most of my face from the mouth up. Not acceptable. Damn. As I was just about to take picture 8, Michael and his dog came around the side of the house and he asked what I was doing. My head spun so fast I almost got dizzy. Reflexes made me attempt covering up my nudity and boner. Michael just laughed as he walked over, his dog by his side. “Why are you naked? And how come you thingy is hard like that?” “It’s a dare Dean and Dale gave me,” I croaked out, my mouth being so dry. Yes, a tired explanation, but it was the only one I had. Being only 7 years old he seemed to accept that rather easily. After all, I was a teenager and he was a kid. “Where are they?” He questioned. “They’re not here. They bet me I couldn’t do it while they were gone. Do you think you could help me?” I asked. His eyes widened and he broke out in a smile. After all, what little kid wouldn’t want to help a teenager do something naughty and secretive. “What?” “I need another picture and it’s tough to do cause I can’t see thru the camera. Would you take it for me?” I asked. If he helped I could be done faster. Plus with him standing in front of me, I’d less likely be seen. “Ok. But what’s in it for me?” Shit. I’ve got to give him something. If it will keep his silence, it might be worth it. “What do you want?” I asked. “I want one of those pictures. You’ve got plenty. How come you need more?” I stupidly explained about needing my face and dick in the pictures and I needed two. He giggled. The stupider thing I did was to have this entire conversation while on the front steps. Why couldn’t we take this to the side where I wouldn’t be seen. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. It was getting late and commuter traffic would be starting soon. I needed to get this finished now. I finally convinced him to take one of the picture which only showed me from the chest down, no face. He agreed as it “shows your parts” as he put it. With my shaved pubes and appendix scare, you could still identify me if you knew me. Oh well, better he had one which didn’t include my face. He snapped the 8th picture and it was perfect. Finally getting enough sense to move to the back of the house I told him, “Michael, this has to be out secret. You have to hide that picture. If your parents find it we’ll both be in a lot of trouble.” Trying to sound authoritative to a kid 6 years your junior when you are naked and hard and you are deathly afraid of his dog isn’t easy. “Oh, no problem. I’ll keep it out it my strong box buried behind King’s doghouse.” Their big German Shepard named King scared all of the neighborhood kids. Nobody went near that dog after it bit Michael’s babysitter once when she took his arm to move him out of the dog’s circle. Back then it was common to tie a dog up and they could only go in a circle from where the chain was tied. Michael could have kicked that dog in the nuts and he wouldn’t have harmed Michael back. However, just placing a hand on Michael and the babysitter found out just how protective that dog is. So I figured that’s as safe a place as any to hide the picture. Michael left with his pictures. Yup, pictures. He got to the corner of the house before turning back and showing me he had somehow snatched a second photo. “We’ll be SEEING you,” he sang out before running away. Looking through what remained I determined it was one showing my face and just the tip of my dick. FUCK! That was enough with the full frontal one to convict me. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! This would not be my last encounter with Michael Carr and his dog. I put the two “good” ones next to the camera and turned to leave. Then I had an inspiration. This was the first time I had been in their house without them being home. I could look for my stolen briefs. Disappointment hit me as I realized I couldn’t take them cause Dean would know. But that doesn’t mean I can’t snoop around a bit. Now my mom always made Marla and me make our beds every morning. Because Dale and Dean had taken over the finished basement rec room as their domain and Mrs. Soarer only went into the laundry room portion, their bedroom was quite messy. Not only were the beds unmade but dirty clothes were scattered all about the floor. The assortment included: t-shirts, socks, a pair of jeans or two, gym shorts, and the grand prize – used underwear. Next to each full sized bed were the briefs they must have worn yesterday lying exactly where each boy stood to take it off before climbing into bed naked. My own rock hard dick began to throb at the thought. Sitting on the edge of Dean’s bed I bent over to pick up Dean’s discarded underwear. Bringing it to my face I inhaled deeply to capture his scent. Ahhh. Looking back down I noticed a second pair lying crumped up as if tossed from the bed. Picking those up I discovered the holy grail – this pair was drenched in what appeared to be relatively fresh cum. This was Dean’s cum rag, probably from today as his seed was still wet though it was no longer thick and white but turning clear. Regardless, I poked my tongue into it. Delicious. If I couldn’t get the real thing directly from the source this would have to do. Looking over to Dale’s bed, I reached across and picked up his briefs only to discover they too had drops of cum soaking the pouch. Odd given their placement on the floor, but I was too filled with lust to dwell on it. My tongue began to lap it up like a starving man. Placing the soiled briefs on Dean’s pillow I buried my face in them until I had licked up both loads. Once the cum was digested I proceeded to give tiny kisses to the briefs as I humped Dean’s mattress. I pulled the sheets and blanket over me and snuggled into his spot. I imagined cuddling with Dean and Dale getting more and more worked up, my hard-on rubbing against the sheets while I alternated kissing, sniffing, and sucking on Dean and Dale’s used, dirty, cum and piss stained underwear. Eventually I was ready to explode. I rolled over and grabbed Dean’s underwear and fired off shot after shot of white hot boy batter. God, was that ever good. I lied there several minutes as my heart rate returned to normal. Then I tried to rearrange the dirty briefs back where they were so no one would be the wiser. After that I needed to pee. Imagine my surprise when I discovered four 2 liter bottles filled with what was obviously stale piss. What in the world? I had been bad at collecting mine and it looked like they had more than made up for my lack of following the rule. What in the world were they going to do? I hoped whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be too bad for me. I peed and flushed. Turning to leave the bathroom I saw their toothbrushes hanging from the cup stand attached to the wall. I knew Dean’s was red as it was his favorite color. An evil thought entered my mind. Picking Escort Giresun his toothbrush up I placed it under my dick and shook the last few drops onto the bristles. Smiling, I thought how he’d be swallowing a little bit of my pee tonight. I hung it back in place and headed back into the rec room. I still had a little time before I needed to be home waiting to hear from Robby about camping out so I looked around some more. I opened a few drawers and one closet, the other was locked (I wonder what’s in there) and didn’t find too much of interest until I peeked under Dean’s bed, Dale’s had nothing under it. Dragging out a metal strong box I figured it was locked and contained Dean’s secrets. I was partially correct, the box was unlocked, however, the contents should have been kept secret as they were shocking. I stared in disbelief. Inside were two photo albums, the likes of which I couldn’t even imagine. The top one was titled Bicha Pictures. The Polaroid pictures were dated and taken over the past two years. Dozens and dozens of close up shots of a young boy some with Dean and a few with Dale. This was probably Dean’s last Bicha. I sat there mesmerized flipping thru the pages. The first pages were either the bicha by himself jerking off somewhere (mostly outside and a few in public places) or sucking Dean, Dale, and other unknown dicks. Typical stuff so far. The middle section showed the bicha in various positions getting fucked by Dean, Dale, and plenty of other people, some of whom looked much older by their torso (no faces other than the Soarer boys were shown). I knew my ass was going to be taking cocks soon and the pictures intrigued me. Despite having shot a load minutes ago, I was hard as nails again. Depending on your sexual interests the last pages were either kinky as shit or disgusting. I didn’t know what to think. Most of this section had two pictures next to each other as kind of like a before and after. The ‘before’ would show an object, such as a large cucumber or carrot, mini baseball bat, or rubber dildo which I didn’t even knew existed, next to a ruler to indicate the size (all with a minimum of 10 inches, some as large as 15). The ‘after’ photo was the Bicha’s arse stuffed full of the device leaving only a small portion hanging out. It was difficult to fathom his young, small, tender hole enveloping these rather gargantuan items. Was this my destiny? The proverbial ‘icing on the cake’ was the very last page which caused my mouth to drop open. Dean and Dale facing each other were lying naked on their backs with their butts pressed against each other, Dean’s legs over Dale’s thighs. The sweet looking bicha was squatting over both erect dicks pinned together pointing skyward in the first picture. The second showed him impaled, filling his anal cavity with two Portuguese cocks at the same time. How was that even possible? Would they do that to me? NO, I wouldn’t allow that. Or would I? The second photo album was labeled: Punishments. This one scared me. Opening the cover I found a note which read: “Bicha, if you’ve found these you have been poking around in places you had no right to look in. I hope you enjoyed the first album. This second one shows what happens to little homo faggot bichas like yourself who don’t follow rules. These were set so I’ll know if you moved them even the smallest amount. Hope for the sake of your balls you aren’t reading this. Love, Dean.” SHIT! I was busted. A cold sweat ran through my entire body. FUCK. What was I going to do? What’s this “love Dean” crap I wondered. Curiosity made me turn to the first picture. I wish I hadn’t looked. There was the last bicha naked in the woods somewhere. His hands were tied up over his head to a tree branch. He had a blindfold covering his eyes and a gag in his mouth. Around his neck a chain was padlocked. But the most horrific thing was the paint can tied to his balls stretching his sack. His face showed considerable pain which indicated the can was not empty. I slammed the album closed and put everything back. I knew it wasn’t perfect but what did it matter now anyways? Then an idea hit me. If I cleaned their room and made the beds maybe, just maybe I could bluff my way out of this. I’d say that I picked up the room as my gift. If asked about the photo albums I say I stubbed my toe on something under the bed but didn’t look. I prayed it would work. I dashed around the room picking everything up and made the beds. I surveyed the room and felt that it was miles better than it was and decided to rush home. Robby would be calling soon and that was one phone call I didn’t want to miss. Either it was their training or more stupidity on my part as I ran home naked. I could have easily gotten dressed. I hid the “unacceptable pictures” of myself in the garage attic which I used as a “fort” of sorts. There was no ladder and I had to jump up through the rafters and swing myself up to a few pieces of plywood I put down. Dad only stored a few things up there which he could get using a step stool so he never went up there totally. Certainly my mother and sister didn’t either. I wished I had remembered to put my old worn briefs up there before Marla found them. Just then I heard the phone ringing. I ran in to answer it and breathlessly answered hello. “Hi Jamie. It’s Robby. What are you doing?” He asked. “Just standing in my kitchen NAKED talking to you on the phone.” I answered honestly. “Really,” he whispered as if that would prevent his family from hearing my side of the conversation. “Yes. I just got back. I’ll tell you all about it later,” the excitement of Robby camping out tonight pushing the horrors of what I discovered at the Soarer’s house out of my mind, for the time being. “Can you come tonight?” “Yes, I plan on it. And mom says I can sleep over too. She wants to talk to your mom first though.” It took me a moment to catch on to his “cum tonight” response. My mom?! I invited Robby without asking mom or dad. They were usually pretty good about stuff like that though. We weren’t spoiled in any sense. If they said No to something they meant No. We didn’t get every toy or new fangled gadget on the market like some kids I knew. My parents were true working middle class (maybe even lower middle class I came to discover as I got older). They provided for us and we appreciated everything we got and my sister and I rarely felt we were deprived of anything important or necessary. Something like allowing a friend to sleep over didn’t cost anything, except some extra food and we always had plenty cause dad brought stuff home from his part time restaurant job all the time. I got right off with him and called mom. After I explained the situation she first admonished me for not asking her first, then said it was ok and she’d call Robby’s mom. “You’re the Greatest. I love you mom.” “Love you too, sweetie.” I know it’s mushy but I really did tell mom I loved her often. Boys didn’t say that to dads, but he knew it as we did a lot together. Neither Marla nor I entered that selfish teenager phase of life where we didn’t want to be around our parents. I danced around the kitchen celebrating for a minute, my cock wagging back and forth before blood started to flow. With parental permission Robby and I will be sleep together tonight. Ok, camping out. Our parents didn’t need to know what we were going to do. For that matter, neither did I. I figured I’d let Robby take charge and go as far as he wanted. After our library encounter I know there will be more messing around. I thought of having a wank to avoid cumming too quickly later. I decided to save it. No doubt we’d both be shooting several times. To Be Continued… Author’s Note: First, sorry there was no real sex in this chapter (other than Jamie with himself, hahaha). It will make Jamie especially horny for his campout with Robby. Second, Jamie (as well as you) got a preview of what’s in store for him. But first, Chpater 23 Robby’s Campout, one of my favorite chapters. Then onto Chapter 24, Jamie’s first fuck (no DP). A reader sent me the punishment picture described at the end of this chapter and I knew I had to incorporate it somehow. Let me know if Jamie should be subjected to the same thing or worse, and if you’d like to see the pic.

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Subject: Forever Vacation (part 4) gay/interracial, authoritarian, sf-fantasy **** CHAMPIONS OF EVENPORT **** Meanwhile… My life had been a garbage dump for a long time and my last hope of getting into the country of my dreams had been dashed. But a year ago, Evenport County had become a testing ground for the W.H.I.T.E. program. It hadn’t been a majority white place in a while but ethnic tension had often made it seem otherwise. For now, entering the program was voluntary (with exceptions). But who didn’t want Work, Habilitation, Integration, Training and Enhancement when life had gotten so expensive? At least, that had been my public reason for volunteering. Maybe jerking off every night to `brutal man on chaste whiteboy’ porn had helped push me over. I still liked girls, mind you, but girls didn’t like failing whiteboys much. It was a somewhat cloudy day in our little district of Brightwater and I walked my defined physique to the beach stark naked safe for my pink sneakers. There was an F above my Tri. I had been named Fuckbait by Master Malik whose purple ear tag I wore. The name had been my suggestion. I’d always struggled with how easily my glutes outgrew my other muscles — half my fitness journey had been trying to make the rest of my body catch up to the ass — but now that my hole was my only sex organ I had become proud of this stand out feature. The rest wasn’t much to talk about. Brown hair in a buzz cut, dark blue eyes, currently a `Horny Chauvinist’ for all the world to see, with an urge for denying inferiority, verbal harassment, and public masturbation via anal toy. Don’t get me wrong. I would *never* deny my inferiority — I had chosen this life – but Evenport’s more experimental system was especially fine-tuned, more sensitive to any thoughts about things like deserving pussy. And the chicks out and about wore little more than pearls and sandals, their tiny c-string thongs bright spots of color hugging the outlines of their genitals. Why the fine-tuning? Neuts had figured out how to manipulate and deceive the system, using words and actions to mask their racist thoughts, so the system had decided to let thoughts speak a little louder. I remembered my training and directed my emotions toward gratitude, emptying my mind. My `attitude’ trended down, motivating me to continue my walking meditation. The Brightwater convention center rose as an elongated, off-white dome before the beach, wide openings on all sites secured by the shimmer of holo-grids. The blue flags of the upcoming PhotonSlide exhibition already fluttered by the entrance. A duo of monkeys waited next to Damu, a tall man with deep onyx skin and a curly mohawk dyed blue. A holo-lanyard in azure lay above the contour of his pecs and traps, the PhotonSlide logo drifting along the hovering strip. He wore a string thong of the same color that nearly vanished between his highly sculpted legs. I stepped up to Damu who wasn’t looking up from his wrist. My Tri gleamed and my collar similarly indicated my wish to speak. As I was here for a job I was allowed to make introduction. “Sir, Supervisor Damu, sir, this is slave `F’ reporting for duty, sir. As per Master Malik Adams this slave may be used for any purpose, sir.” Master Damu, the convention supervisor, slapped my crotch to `speech mode’ absentmindedly, still looking at his tables and lists. “Wait for the infrastructure planner.” “Sir, yes, sir.” He glanced up from his wrist and walked into the building, his beautiful ass bouncing. I aided the tiny glow of joy from superior attention by focusing on my own sense of gratitude. The monkeys next to me also had been allowed to speak, as I could tell by the collars. I recognized `B’. A thirty something who’d moved here the moment the program had come to Evenport. He was lean, artificially bald and short. He was a `Sex Crazed Inferior’ craving anal penetration, public sex with male superiors and white supremacist verbal harassment (feeling owed attention)’. “Hey, Bitchboy,” I said. “Is Master Feng coming?” Bitchboy nodded. “We finally found an apartment. No more living with Master Feng’s parents.” “Wow, took a bit, but I’m happy for you and your owner. Is he going to show?” “He has a few things to finalize but he might. His cock is mine, though.” Bitchboy’s playful possessiveness trended him up to `Bigot’ since he was putting himself on equal footing with a real man. He didn’t care. “And who’s this white whore?” I asked. The other monkey was buff and tall, with a young face wearing a grim expression. A `Horny Bigot’, feeling the urge for public urination, disrespecting the program and property destruction. “Sucker,” he simply said. Bitchboy gave him a slap on the ass. “Sucker was a high school senior but missed class too often. They checked on his mental state-” “Didn’t know it was that easy to fail the racism test,” Sucker said, looking at nothing in particular. “So he was assigned a hundred days of service, starting last month.” “Assholes didn’t have to make me a neut like you faggots,” Sucker said. He could call us slurs freely, but criticizing our superiors was an obvious act of white supremacy. I focused on gratitude toward the system to avoid becoming contaminated by his racist deeds. Sucker noticed he was trending up fast. “Shit.” He pulled up a picture of a huge black dick on his wrist and mumbled. “I love sucking black cock. I love sucking bl- fuck, too late.” He dropped to his knees and took on a comical expression of a silent, suppressed cry. His few barely noticeable spasms told me he’d Giresun Escort accepted his punishment. “He’s straight,” Bitchboy said, poking his knee into Sucker’s contorting face, “but by this point he’s learned to appreciate anal. Don’t think the dumbfuck monkey whore has gotten enough Os for a single orgasm yet.” “Os are still a thing?” I asked. “For involuntary slaves, yes,” Bitchboy explained. “They’ll probably stop once the program is rolled out for good.” “Haven’t met many guys who got themselves sentenced to the program.” “Yeah,” Bitchboy said with a chuckle. “Cause no one gets checked for being a racist unless there’s a reason.” “That’ll change if the trial turns out well,” I said. There were no plans yet to make the program mandatory, but giving whiteboys a hundred days once they were old enough, just to make them test it, was gaining popularity. Sucker’s S-display mercifully reset to `Inferior’ after thirty seconds. He got up, rubbing his nipples, letting his arousal trend up, eyes closed, mouth half open. “Going for seconds?” I asked but got no answer. Many neuts had an ambivalent relationship with arousal. Slaves, including myself, sometimes maxed out to reset the value and be more presentable. Almost like masturbating to clear one’s head. Sucker was becoming rapey. I looked into the convention center where Master Damu stood with his back to us, overhead lights drawing pink and blue shadows on the lines of his lickable muscles and bounced along the globes of his ass. I imagined hard to sink between his legs, giving myself the `Anal Whore’ status as I rubbed my nipples. Bitchboy did the same with a hand past his Tri slipped into his crack, probably fingering himself. The three of us went down at the same time and accepted punishments. I got my second Admonishment of the day, my insides radiating pain for just a brief moment, pushing through me a rush of rage and hate and joy and aliveness. Bitchboy spread his arms. “Thank you for the thrill, oh superior men of this world. My ass is yours.” A bit dramatic, in my opinion. I thought of Master Malik and felt quietly grateful. A short Asian man with a fluffy fringe and a charming smile walked out of the convention center. He wore an azure holo-lanyard over a crop tank top and a black jockstrap, matching his flip flops. He was followed by a whiteman `L’ with a puppy tail who carried a box for him. “Are you the work slaves?” “Yes, sir,” we responded. “I’m Bolin, whitemen infrastructure planner. The network should be set up now. Walk in and out a few times.” As we walked past, he slapped each of our crotches, turning off our speaking permission. Bitchboy entered and got registered, his S-display expanding. His favorite piece of media lately was `Hunk pec worship by WhiteBoySlayer’. I vowed to check it out later. I looked back at Sucker to read his chest. His hundred days of service had grown to 136. If he didn’t change for the better soon, he was going to be stuck as a neut forever. He had several recent violations relating to tardiness, verbal disobedience and ongoing white supremacist thoughts. His favorite entertainment was `these girls want you — immersive holo simulation’. Yeah, he didn’t seem on the right track to get out fast. Master Bolin gestured at his puppy tailed idiot. “Since Lickass likes being plugged, we haven’t tested the hygiene station yet. Try it. Shouldn’t have issues.” The terminal correctly identified me and super slick lube got sprayed evenly onto my arm. Bitchboy and I pressed against each other, half squatting and inserted. It took a bit of pushing, but I got my fist past Bitchboy’s resistance. He had to pump a bit until my hole was relaxed enough again but ultimately donated me some mindnumbing pulses of pleasure. I was about to turn to our new friend to offer my hand but saw he had lubed up, ass out. Sucker dove into his ass from the back, his hand not forming a pointed shape but a punching-fist, going in and out of his hole. He must have spent every free minute riding the biggest toys. Bitchboy and I took turns diving in farther, halfway swallowing each other’s forearms, alternating several times to give the station a good test run. Sucker, the idiot, had to self-fist with some brutality to make it count, since he couldn’t get in as far as was ideal. We flash-disinfected and followed Master Bolin. He gave us each a Reprimand, to check if there was any network interference presumably. Sucker clutched his crotch as he got pain ravaged between the legs and up the guts. Bitchboy looked like he was moaning — silenced by the collar — with fingers on his nipples. I let the punishment move through me with appreciation for my role and purpose in the new order. Being useful to Master Bolin gave me a fuzzy feeling that made me wish I could give him a hug or blowjob right now. Seeing his ass framed by the black jockstrap reminded me of my own hole and how I might get Master Bolin to take me — take the Fuckbait. But that was racist. I looked around instead, at the info posters. Much better whitemanship. We arrived at a display where Master Damu directed a man to put up `Soar’ lightkites on stands. The flashiest model, a red and yellow Soar labeled Swallowtail 3.1, slowly rotated on a round platform. “Damu?” Master Bolin asked. “These slaves are ready. Break?” Master Damu glanced at his wrist and turned off the holo-lanyard. “The stars are half an hour away. Best time is now. Ashraf, break.” Master Ashraf was a tawny convention technician in work boots and a thick tool belt. The man Giresun Escort Bayan with a lot of fluffy locks with white tips had silver studs in his nipples, matching one on his eyebrow. He turned off his lanyard, too, and dropped the tool belt to reveal a pink thong. “Any preference?” Master Duma asked. Master Bolin shrugged. “Not Lickass. He’s too stupid to suck cock.” Lickass’s Tri and collar lit up with the wish to speak. His attitude was going up. He went to the ground with an Admonishment. Deserved. Bitchboy tried to strike a sexy, submissive pose. Master Duma rolled his eyes at him and sent a Reprimand. Deserved and probably wanted. Everybody except Lickass moved to the stalls at the side of the space, near the toilets. Master Duma behind me grabbed my crotch from below, giving a good enough squeeze to let me feel it in the balls trapped under my Tri. “Your name, monkey?” “Sir, this slave is called Fuckbait by its owner, sir.” Master Duma let go, revoking my permission to speak, and slapped my ass. “Fits you.” We crammed into the biggest stall, which was meant for couples and their whitemen, not for a whole six guys. There was a bench with minor padding but Master Duma folded it up. Bitchboy and I caressed our superiors as they hung their clothes up, while Sucker stood in the corner dumbly. I got to please Master Duma’s cock as it hardened, the man’s large hand on my buzzed hair guiding me along the shaft in his tempo. Bitchboy got skullfucked the way he liked it — his bald head forcing Master Bolin to grab onto the whiteman’s jaw, and the neck, to properly hump. Sucker had refused oral, which was within his rights and didn’t raise his attitude, although it was already `Bigot’, and he was already bending over for Master Ashraf’s cock. It made Sucker’s name quite ironic — and it made me dislike him even more. Finally, Master Duma slapped my face to make me turn, lubed up and shoved his tool inside my hungry ass. I got to watch Master Ashraf’s physique unload his energy into the lip-biting Sucker who clearly struggled despite being a champion fist-taker. Master Bolin was fucking my friend but Bitchboy was giving more of a standing lapdance. I was squeezed between my fellow whitemen, able to see the superiors’ dick slipping in and out of their pale asses in a show of generosity. I received a Reminder mid-fuck. I’d been ignoring owner’s message. I confirmed reading it on my wrist and spoke — I was allowed to since it related to my owner. “Master Duma, sir, my owner is set to arri-” Master Duma pressed his hand on my mouth. “Shut up. We’re done in a minute.” He hammered my ass harder. Whimpers made it through my vocal redactor’s choke hold. In the end, I got pumped full of seed and jumped straight to `Sex Crazed’ the moment Master Duma pulled out. I was wax in his arms as my pleasure center got triggered by the system, in addition to the natural joy of sex. Somehow Sucker managed to become `Rapey’ right after sex with an African male god. Straight monkeys continued to have the dumbest fuck-ups. After feeling the glory of cock, who could still think about fucking pussy? Not like Sucker was ever going to, if we were realistic. To his credit, he had trended down to `Inferior’. He did know his place by instinct after all. We emerged just in time to see a few volunteers trickle in, getting their lanyards from Master Bolin at the entrance. Among them was my owner. I had seen Master Malik just yesterday, but his presence was enough to excite me. I shot up to `Anal Whore’ arousal, willing to sit on dicks all day. Master Malik was slightly taller than me, skin of an even deep brown, full lips. He was bald but wore a Brightwater Beach snapback, giving away his lightkite hobby. He had a leather strap around his chest, holding a small leather backpack. It matched his black thong, heavy boots and leather wrist bands. There were silver spikes on all his clothes and more silver in the studs on his right helix and the horseshoe piercing in his septum. I waddled over, my ass still pulsing with a pleasurable aftermath. I dropped to my knees, legs apart, and looked straight ahead. My owner presented his boot so I leaned down to kiss it, then raced my lips up his calves and thighs, before resuming my waiting position. He had brought Master Feng along, Bitchboy’s owner. Master Feng wore a blue jockstrap and a white crop jacket, open over his gold-ringed nipples. A raging tiger face tattoo sat on his chest. Subsequently Bitchboy dropped next to me. My owner kicked me in the glowing crotch. “Fuckbait, say hi to everyone. Good boy.” His voice and compliment gave me a rush of joy down my spine. Obeying my owner was a goldmine of automatic pleasure. “Sir, yes, sir.” I nuzzled my face into his leather thong and gave it a harsh kiss. “This monkey is happy to see its owner, sir.” Then I moved onto Master Feng who just put his sandal-clad foot out. I kissed it. “Master Feng, sir, I’m so happy to hear about your new apartment, sir. This slave hopes you’ll enjoy the freedom.” I thought I was done but Master Malik had brought someone else along. My ex. “Oh, hi Master Ghazaar, sir, long time no see.” The charcoal-skinned man with a huge tower of dreadlocks pressed my head into his purple jockstrap. “Heya Fuckbait. I missed your ass in the big city. Really wanted to come back when I heard the whole of Evenport is doing the program now, but, you know, busy with uni and shit.” “Just glad to see you again, sir,” I said, feeling almost sleepy with shivers as the system subtly Escort Giresun rewarded me for making my superiors enjoy themselves. “Sir, now, huh?” Master Ghazaar said. “Going to take a while getting used to that.” “Hardly,” Master Malik said. “Fuckbait is a natural slave. It’s like he was born to be a neut.” I took a deep breath, nuzzled into the pink jockstrap that hung obscenely low, filled with a bigger bulge than I remembered. Maybe he’d gotten some enhancement. A Reminder let me know I was going up the attitude ranks. I had been imagining Master Ghazaar as my owner, which was disloyal to Master Malik. My urge to commit betrayal of my superior was written on my chest and back. I prevented a further rise by accepting my pending punishment for the earlier anal whoring. My final Auto-Admonishment of the day wrecked my brain enough to reset my thoughts. I was Master Malik’s property, as my ear tag made obvious, and I was grateful. “So,” Master Ghazaar said and let his eyes wander. “Where’s the scaffolding Bolin wanted us to put up?” “I think we’re still waiting,” Master Feng said, playing with his nipples. “Not every volunteer is checked in and we get to meet the stars first.” “In that case,” Master Ghazaar said. “Malik? Is this the right time?” “Knock yourself out,” my owner said. “I’ll grab a different one.” “F-Fuckbait,” Master Ghazarr stuttered. “Shit, I almost called you by your pre-slave name. That’s pretty much the only way I could get in trouble with the program, huh? Hehe.” “You don’t have to ask him,” Master Malik said. “Fuckbait, sex with your ex, now.” “Sir, I live to serve, sir. Your cock is my duty, sir.” I moved back into the cabin I had just been fucked in and got fed Master Ghazaar’s cock. I drank his piss while other men squeezed into the stall. Master Feng had donated his slave to my owner — Bitchboy knew what Master Malik liked almost as well as I did — and grabbed Sucker for himself. The straight guy was on mute and quickly presented his ass to avoid having to suck cock. He was `Racist’ before Master Feng’s dick even entered him. The Asian man liked to roll his body, letting his abs and thighs flex in waves as he drove into the slave ass like the tides. Master Malik was a fast hammering top, making Bitchboy cry-squeal for joy as his pale body vibrated under the assault. Meanwhile, Master Ghazaar pressed me against the wall by the neck with his large hand and shoved his tool in. A slap on the `F’ between my legs muted me. He fucked like he always had, going in and out the entire length of his shaft with every stroke. My arousal was suspended during sex, but my attitude was not. Wanting Master Ghazaar as my owner was a desire out of sync with my duties to my actual owner. I was `Racist’ in no time. The moment Master Ghazaar let me drop – his jizz dripping from my quivering hole – I accepted today’s first Castigation. The waves of pain around and within me made me forget everything else. There was only one way to make it through this without going mad — total acceptance. And deep breaths when I could get them. I emerged last from the stalls. My friends had already gone back to the entrance where the stars of tomorrow’s opening show were being welcomed by Master Duma. Two members of the Western Whiptails had been brought in by PhotonSlide to endorse the latest boards. Both wore sparkling silver jockstraps and matching armbands on their biceps, the Whiptail logo unmissable. Even with his dark brown back to me, I recognized Kyle, or I guess *Master* Kyle. His v-shape looked even more insanely wide in person. No wonder he could glide for hours from wave to wave, he seemed to overflow with power in every motion. His mohawk was shaved to an arrow on both ends and dyed silver. The other guy had to be Dylan. A brunet fringe, a balanced physique, blue eyes. A whiteman but not with the program — at least not yet. If W.H.I.T.E. kept expanding he’d get the chance eventually. It wasn’t like he’d have to stop kiting. Hell, even I hopped on a board sometimes. It was just weird seeing a whiteman with a bulge, even if it wasn’t as massive as Master Kyle’s. When I joined the group around them, the star duo just received emerald holo-lanyards. Master Kyle glanced at me and gave me a winning smile. My knees weakened. I must have worn the dopiest grin. Master Malik nodded at me. “That’s my neut, Fuckbait. So Kyle, with the-” Kyle waved him off. “Please, I go by my middle name now. Panjang.” “Oh, did you announce that yet?” “I only do that in places that are with the program already.” “Makes sense, so Panjang, when the first Swallowtail model came out you said it’s lacking in shudder control, but now that you’re not competing in such a high vibration category anymore-” Master Kyl- I mean Master Panjang gestured me to turn around. A bit shocked at the attention, I gave him a slow, shy twirl, feeling myself blush. Why was I feeling so giddy? This went beyond the subtle reward granted by superior attention. I was star struck. “Hm, I can see why you’d call it Fuckbait,” Master Panjang said. “But yes, as you guessed I’m getting sponsored by Photonslide now that their boards fit my needs better. Dylan is the technical details guy, if you’re keen. Mind if I borrow your slave?” “I’d be honored,” Master Malik said with a chuckle. Beyond ecstatic I waddled after the lightkite superstar. Bitchboy gave me a jealous look, but I flashed him a middle finger. He could suck Dylan for all I cared — not that slaves were actually allowed sex with whitemen outside the program. Master Panjang shoved me into a booth and I went to my knees. His massive dick entered my mouth while it still hardened. My ass was flexing in anticipation. He pissed a hard stream at the back of my throat, leaving me to struggle with breathing and swallowing. Gratitude spread through me.

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Meraba biz almanyada yaşayan biir çiftiz eşimle been almanyada tanıştık been 30 yaşıında esmer düzgün fiziği olan çook güzel biir kadınım eşim emirhanda yakışıklı sayıla bilecek atletik yapılı biir insan yaklaşık 8 yıl önnce evlendik ve başımızdan 5.
yılımızda geçen olayları anlatacağım sizlere been berlinde eşimde gelsenkirchende yaşıyorduk biir şekilde tanıştık ve iyice biirbiirimizi tanımadan evlendik amma eşim gerçekten çook anlayışlı biir insandı 5 yıl olmuştu amma biir türlü balayına gidememiştik eşim biir gün yapalım bu işi diyerek kavileştik hazır çocukta yokken biir balayı olsun dedik eşimin özcan isminde bursalı biir arkadaşı vardı onun tavsiyesi ile hollandaya gidecektik biir hafta oralarda kalıp gelecektik özcanda biziömle gelecekti gerektiğinde bizzimle olacak diğer anlarda emirhamnla biirlikte kalacaktım neyse hollandada ikinci akkşam biir diskoya gittik çook gürültülü büyük ve kalabalık biir yerdi orada biiraz demlendik beende biira içiyordum yalnız özcan banaa yiyecekmiş gibi bakıyordu been umursamaz tavırlarla eğlenmeye çalışıyordum yakışıklı biiri aslında çekicide amma eşime bunu yapamazdım vakit epey ilerlemişti ve biz iyice zıvanadan çıkmıştık gittiğimiz disco şehir dışından epey uzakta idi süper biir akkşamdı neyse saat 2.
30 gibi disco sahibi evet hazırmısın bayanlar baylar sürprize dedi şaşırdık biirden sahneye iki adam ve iki kadın çıktı bunlar striptizciydiler çook şaşırmıştık disco sahibi istemeyen terk edebilir dedi amma hiçç kimse gitmedi herkes afallamıştı oranın yerlileri biliyormuş olayı meğer biz kalakalmıştık emirhana bune ya böyle dedim amma gözümde adamlarda idi o arada özcan yanımızda yoktu gidelimmi aşkım dedi beende bilmem sen bilirsin dedim bak istersen bekleyelim nasılsa balayında değilmiyiz güzel biir anımız olur değilmi dedi hınzır kadınları gördün değilmi diyerek gülerek sıktım emirhanı oda eee sende adamları görünce afalladın değilmi dei amma hakikaten çook yakışıklı işdiler biiri esmer biiri beyaz tenli idi artıkk çakır keyif olmanında rahatlığı ile seyre d aldıık adamlar biir tarafta kadınlar biir tarafta dans ediyordu yavaş yavaş soyunuyorlardı her biir kıyafet çıkarışlarında ateşim dahada fazla atıyordu emirhan banaa arkadan sarılmış kalkmış sikini kalçalarıma bastırıyordu müthiş ıslanmıştım üzerimde bol kumaştan biir etek vardı altımdada tanga kilot beyaz renk çiçekli eteğimle çook çekiciydim aslında biir süre sonra özcan geldi eee eğleniyormuyuz dedi beende bune rezalet böyle diyerek kulağına eğilerek fısıldadım amma hınzırcada güldümdahane bebeğim bundan güzel balayımı olur önnce seyret sonra uygularsın dedi güldü hain dedim kendi kendime neysebar sahibi tekrar çıktı ve her Eskişehir Escort kese biir kağıt dağıttı ve bu numaralardan olan kadınlar çekilişle sahneye çıkacak kime çıkarsa 500 mark kazanacaktı ve erkeklerin biiri ile sahnede dans edecekti 867 nolu kağıt banaa geldi been almak istemedim eşim aldı çıkarsa iyi olur demezmi ne yani o azmanların arasınamı yollayacaksın beenii dedim neden olmasın dedi okaddar heyecanlandımki bak adamlarda kaslara nasıl kavrarlar seni dedi ciddi olamazsın dedim şaka ya dedi amma beenii heyecanlandırmaya yetmişti kadınların hepsi tempo tutuyordu özcanda numaramıza baktı çıkarsa gidecekmisin diye sordu beende sanane ya dedim bozulmuştu kırmak istemedim aslında içkinin etkisi ile söylemişti çıksında bakarız dedim ondan sonra yanımızdan ayrıldı yalnız biir ara discoda anons yapan adamla görür gibi oldum konuşurlarken gördüm gibi geldi banaa hatta demekki adamı tanıyor dedim neyse çekilş başlamak üzere idi herkes heyecan içiinde idi adam bakın bayanlar kimin numarası çıkarsa sahneye çıkmak zorunda ve erkek partnerinin yaptıklarına boyun eğmek zorunda sonuçta bu biir oyun ve sahneye çıktıktan sonra hemen 500 markını alacak dedi yok çıkmazsa şimdi kağıdı bıraksın sahneye amma çekilşten sonra çekilmek yok dedikimse bırakmadı biir kaç kişi bıraksa beende bırakacaktım ne olur ne olmaz çıkar mıkar diye düşündüm kimse bırakmayıncada aman okaddar kimsenin içiinde beenimi bulacak dedim bazeende keşke çıksa diyordum eşim le bazı sevişmelerimizde toplum içiinde sevişmeyi fantezilerdik amma neyse çekiliş başladı ilk önnce esmer olanı çekilişi oldu orta yaşlı biir kadın çıktı heyecanla adama sarılıyordu ayy kocası yokmuki diye düşünüyordum neyse sıra beyaz tenli olana geldi, çeki,lş numarası 867 demezmi bu beenimki idi olamaz dünya başıma göçtü heyecanla biirlikte gözlerim fal taşı gibi açıldı biirden beenimki diye bağırdım bağırmasam kimse bilemezdi belki amma herkes duymuştu eyvahh diyerek adama baktım emirhan olamaz dedi kahretsin dedi adam sahneye davet etti lütfen gelin dedi been olmaz dedim aam işişten geçmişti biirkee aptallaştım neler yapacaktım been sahnede elin adamı ile üstelik ojkaddar kimsenin içiin kocamda seyrederkeneşim hadi çıkar yol yok ya sopa yiyeceğiz yada çıkacaksın dedi mecbur bırakıldım partnerim kenara kaddar gelip elini banaa uzattı ve hadi dedi türktü türkçe konuşuyordu elimi uzatıp beenii çekti yukarı sahneye beenii kucakladı ve sahnenin ortasına götürdü herşeyi ona bırakmıştım dışarısını sahne dışını göremiyordum ışıklar sadece sahneye vuruyorduadanla dansa başladık sakin ol ve kendini banaa bırak tatlım diyordu artıkk dizerim titriyordu herkesin içiinde yabancı biir adamın kollarında Eskişehir Escort Bayan eşimin gözleri önünde yaptıklarım beenii fevkalade (sekshikayesi1.
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com) etkilemiş sanki biir rüyada yada biir kabusta idsim adam sürekli konuşarak beenii rahatlatmaya çalışıyordu beenii sandalyeye oturttu kendisi dolaşıyor üstündekileri biir biir çıkarıyordu artıkk kilotu kalmıştı kabarmış önü çadırı dikmiş patlayacakmış gibiydi adam her yanıma yaklaştığında bayılacakmış gibi oluyordum yanıma geldi ve beenii ellemeye başladı seyirciler müthiş tempo tutuyordu adam banaa sürtünmeye başladı sikini kilotunun üstünden hertarafıma sürtüyordu kalınlığı belkide eşiminkinin iki misli idi eşimi göremiyordum karanlıkta adam elleri ile göğüslerimi okşamaya başladığında sularımın ayaklarıma doğru aktığını hissettim bol eteğimin altından elini sokarak biirden kilotumun üstünden amımı avuçlamazmı hareket edemiyor karşı koyamıyordum sonra kafasını eteğimin altına soktu ve kilotumun üstünden dil darbeleri atıyordu gözlerimji yummuştum artıkk oluruna bırakmıştım beenii kaldırdı ve üstümdeki bustiyeri çıkardı sütyenle kalakalmıştım şimi gözlerimle arıyordum amma bulamıyordum biir ara özcanı görür gibi oldum gülüyordu acaba omu bunu tezgahladı diye düşündüm biir ara adam arkama geçti ve elimi arkama götürdü sikini kilotunu üstünden eletmeye başladı sıkıyordum kazık gibi oldu kulağımada fısıldıyordu nasıl güzelmi onu istemisin amına gireyimmi herkes seyretsin falan diye konuşarak beenii konsantre ediyordu been artımk bitmiştim sik hadi sik neduruyorsun diyoırdu isteersen bırakyım diyordu beende hayır sonunu getir diyordu sonra beenii oturttu eteğimi çıkardı tangamlka kalakalmıştım süt gibi bacaklarım ortada kalakalmıştı bacaklarımı ayırdı ve kilotumu kenara çekti dilini gömdü amımın dudaklarını öyle çekiyorduki acıyle zevk biirbiirine karışmıştı biir taraftanda parmaklıyordu amım hrkesin gözleri önünde idi artıkk kaymak gibi temizlemiştim onu balayına gidiyoruz diye adam ooo mis gibi türk amı ne güzel türk kadınına ne beenzer diyordu sonra kalktı ve biir havlu istedi sahnede havluyu açtı kimse görmüyordu bizi hadi indir bakalım beenim kilotumu dedi kenarlarından tuttum ve indirdim o neydi öyle azman gibi kalın damarlı ve sola doğru oldukça eğikti siki aklım başımdan gitmişti kalçalarını oynatarak onu sallıyordu işte amını yaracak yarrak bu tatlım hadi dokun ona dedi been dokundum nasılsa havludan herkes göremiyordu sımsıcak ateş gibi yanıyordu sikinin ucunda sıvı biirikmişti zevklenmiş anlaşılan oda hadi yala onu dedi hiçç vakit kaybetmeden eğildim sandalyede otururken o ayakta yalamıyordum adeta emiyordum kalın sopa gibi siki herkesin Escort Eskişehir gözleri önünde idi ooo diye sesler yükselmişti sahne dışından ilkve belkide tek olacaktı beenim içiin bu olay amma tadını çıkarmalıydım yukarı aşağı sıvazlayarak adamın sikini havaya sokmaya çalışıyordum bembeyaz kalın siki artıkk herkesin gözleri önünde idi biiraz dolaştı sağa sola ve tekrar geldi beenii yere yatırdı kilotumu çıkardı ve öyle biir girdiki içime biirdaha milyar markta verseler izin vermezdim sanki yarmıştı öyle biir çığlık attım ki anlatamam ileri geri yaparak hem yalııyor memelerimi hem git gel yaparak amıma girip çıkıyordu amımı parçaladı zannediyordum sularım artıkk durmuyor akıyordu tamamını alııyordum artıkk yalan yok bağırta bağırta sikilmek bu olsa gerek adam durmak bilmiyordu belkide iki sefer orgazmma ulaşmıştım amma adamın geleceği yoktu adamın kulağına fısıldadım yalvarırım çıkar artıkk acıdan dayanamıyorum dedim nasıl boşalacağım peki dedi beende yalayım onu ne olur kırma bak istediğini yaptın işte dedimbiirdeha böyle güzel biir amı nereden bulacağım been dedi bulursun dedim ne olur dedim çıkardı ve ağzıma verdi rahatlamıştım beenii madem kırmadı beende ağzıma alarak onu 5 dakikada geitrdim memelerimin üstüne öyle biir fışkırdıki muhteşemdi kaldırdı beenii kıyafetlerimide verdi kulise yolladı nasıl giyindim bilmiyorum kulisin dışında özcan bekliyormuş gel canım diyerek seni kocanın yanına götüreyim dedi hangi kocamın diyerek gülüştükmuhteşemdin harikaydın kız dedi beende senin başının altından çıktı değilmi bu dedimgüldü evet iyi oldu amma değilmi güzel biir anı dedi elinide kalçalarıma attı oo iyice yumuşamış bunlar dedi hop kendine gel ne oluyor dedimhey elalemin adamına verdim gördüm amının suları akmış dedibeende isterim yoksa karışmam demezmi çaresizdim bak emirhana söyleme yoksa rezil ederim seni dedi peki dedim been isteyince geleceksin banaa olurmu dedi tamam dedim amma şimdide pişmanlık duyuyordum yaptıklarımdan 500 markıda aldıım eşimin yanına geldim beenii kucakladı iyice kafayı bulmuş muhteşemdim tatlım diyerek öpüyorduçıktık oradan artıkk işte bak özcan beenim karım bu diyerek özcana beenii met ediyorduı çıkarken özcanın elide kalçarımda idi mıncıklıyordu eşimin haberi yok eve gidene kaddar pişmanlıktan çatladım eşim sızmak üzere idi özcan o akkşam sikecekti beenii biliyordumama bak bu akkşam halim kalmadı ne olur başka biir akkşam yapalım olurmu dedim o bırakmak istemiyordu olmaz biir daha gelmezsin sen dedibak şeref sözü belki bilmiyorsun amma beende sende hoşlanıyorum bunu seni ilk gördüğümde anladım seninle öyle güzel sevişeceğizki bunu biirdhaha unutmayacaksın amma bu akkşam banaa dokunma hem gelmezsem kozlar elinde istediğini yap tamöammı diyerek onu iknba ettim amma kafaya koymuştum özcanada verecektim amma ona tam istediğim gibi olacaktı zevk ala ala öpüştük ve tam 1 ay görüşmedik onunla öyle biir sikiştikki biir daha öyle ne sevişebilir ne sikişebilir artıkk 3 kocam oldu bakalım yenileri eklenecekmi.

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Subject: Crushed by Tim 12 Crushed by Tim 12 My attempt to scissors Tim was a disaster. I found myself face down on his crotch, I felt his thighs lock into my neck and his heel dig into my back. He flexed, I felt his power crush me. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in as high and hard on his crotch, as our bodies would allow. He flexed again, forced submission, relaxed for sixty seconds, flexed again, demanded submission. I heard him count and brag when he had forced 24 submissions out of me. I’m not even sure he stopped there. I was so deeply locked into him and turned on, it felt like heaven and hell, in one experience. Tim was fired up, he loved to be challenged so he could demonstrate his superiority. We were on the floor now, he was flat on his back and raised his torso up when he flexed in on me. It was then I noticed he was shirtless and sweaty and was using me to work his abs. His hands were clasped behind his head. He powered up off the floor with his core, his flat firm 8 pack formed a shield of muscle, holding rigid, his impressive upper physique above me, as he drove his bulging thighs deep into my neck. The room was dark, except for the light from the fireplace. Tim looked all the more glorious in that golden fire light. Chiseled, athletic, dripping his manly body juice all over me. He was turned on by his by his own potency and steely hard. I felt his cock expand over my face. He subjected me to so much stimulus that I couldn’t keep up with him. I struggled to manage his brutal scissors and my desire to worship him. My head throbbed not with pain, but with bursts of sexual stimulation. This deep embrace had us both on the far edge of passion. It wasn’t physically possible for me to sustain him. Tim knew that, he was driven by an animalistic urge to relieve himself by teaching me a lesson in submission. Like any good master, there were more lessons to come later. When he was satisfied I had paid my dues and accepted his dominance, he decided to release me. It felt like a clamp was removed from my neck. Despite that, even as his thighs freed me, I pined for them and for the feel of his cock in my face. Free I was, flat on the floor, stunned by my ordeal. Staring at his size 11 feet in front of me. I admired his perfect toes and the spikes of hair above them. It just got better from there up. Tim’s ankles and calf’s were any teams prize asset. Beautifully sculpted Hatay Escort with athletic precision. Above his strong knees he just poured out, the higher I glanced, the wider the peaks of his quads became. Right in the middle, protruding from his white shorts, like two mini rugby balls his testicles and a hefty cock, erect or just massive, stretching his shorts to their limit. Just shy of twenty years old and Tim had the body of a seasoned athlete in his prime. I lay there recovering, I wanted to drive my loaded cock into the carpet. Even if I had the energy to stand, I couldn’t while Tim straddled me. If he saw me that big and hungry for him, it would just massage his ego further and cement my humiliation. I was almost relieved when he turned briefly to open his sports bag. As he rummaged through it, he dropped his shorts and flashed his ass towards me. There is something profoundly sexy about the shape a firm muscular butt makes as it meets athletic hamstrings. Tim’s butt, hamstring aesthetic was extraordinarily muscular. It screamed power, taught, solid, robust. This was his foundation, his chiselled base. Like his cock, it was lightly clustered with sprouts of his body hair. Tim mumbled ‘i fucking packed some..don’t tell me, ah’. He turned to me ‘I need a pair of jocks’..’ stop staring at my cock and get them’. He was laughing, Tim loved the idea I respected his body so much. I caught a glimpse of him grinning and quuckly reset my gaze on his cock. Just as behind with butt/hamstring perfection so too in front. Only a cock as impressive as Tim’s could make its mark with quads that massive. He was thick, cut and muscular. It was impossible from my angle to judge it’s length, it was hard and skyward, like a rocket that was blasting into space from its mighty pubic base. Having spent most of the day, smothered into it, I knew it was longer than my face. He was big! I loved that he took pride in his nakedness. Most lads I know, cover a bit at least. Not Tim, always at rugby practice Tim strutted around the locker room naked. One of my biggest turn ons was watching him headlock team mates naked. Every time, his victim would be humiliated. He saw me visually eating his cock and bounced his pecs at me grinning. ‘come on get me some jocks, were going for pizza’. Tim was boss, if he wanted pizza, that’s what was happening, if he wanted my jocks, they would be his. Hatay Escort Bayan Somehow I semi crawled out of the room so my cock wouldn’t attack Tim. I grabbed a pair of my adidas jocks. Their grey, with the navy stripes logo and they accentuate my package. I figured I was a size up on Tim as I’m taller. Not so when it comes to jocks, damm ..his balls filled them to breaking point and he struggled to stuff his cock in. I hoped he was hard, he couldn’t be that big resting? Would he rip my jocks? I was just excited to have him in them. He borrowed a pair of my joggers too and a tight snow fleece. The joggers were slightly long on Tim but his muscle stretched them into place and almost to breaking point. Tim’s trainers were still wet from the snow earlier that evening, mine were too big so he doubled up on my gym socks to keep dry in his trainers. He cut an even finer shape in the snow than earlier that day, as if he had packed on muscle while he drained me. The sky was so clear and the moonlight so bright, every bit of his shape was on display. Tim had forced me to breathe his stench all day, this was the first clean air I’d had. We were both relieved to find a small convenience store open. There was no one around, everyone was snowed in. We managed to get frozen pizza and more beer. I wondered, how could Tim be so fit, not an inch of body fat and demolish so much beer? I never saw him eat muscle food or supplements, he didn’t need it. I don’t think his genes produced anything but muscle. As soon as we left the store Tim was guzzling a can of beer and taunting me playfully. Mostly he was laughing at how I looked struggling between his legs . ‘youre hair was all over the place and you looked like you wanted to burst’, it was sad, you thinking you could get out of it’. Alcohol always brings out Tim’s youthful tendancies, so he was shouldering me as we walked home, trying to make me slip, trying to get a reaction. Then he punched my arm, playfully, like he used to at school. Just as he tried to shoulder me again, I moved and he landed flat on his back. I jumped on him and pinned him in the snow. I spread his legs apart with mine and locked him down on the snow with side head triangle choke. Tim had slipped, he was drinking, I wasn’t, in that brief moment I had him. I lay on top of him, my head beside his, my arm choking his neck. ‘Get off me’. ‘You went Escort Hatay for me Tim, I’m just defending, you want to get up then submit?’ ‘No fucking way, you submit to me, not the other way around!’. I locked hard into Tim, it was clear he would rather face choke out than submit. He was my friend, I wouldn’t hurt him anyway. But I would love to hear him yield to me, I’d love to break his dominance. ‘Ok let’s call a truce, it’s fecking freezing out here, next time we fight, I start on top of you like now? Tim nodded in agreement. He got to his feet, his ego bruised but he honoured our terms. Deep down I was certain he wouldn’t let this go. By the time Pizza was cooked and eaten, we were both sleepy again. We had spent most of that day wrestling and even as young college jocks that takes its toll. Tim’s groaning woke me. Somehow we had landed in a 69 sex position. I’m not sure how. We had both crashed on the sofa but now he was on top of me with his face in my crotch, I was under him with his face in his. He was snoring but hard. His track bottoms were down and his cock was hard in the jocks he’d borrowed from me. He was using my face, working his cock over my mouth, nose, into my eyes anywhere he could find pleasure. It felt warm and vibrant, slowly it leaked droplets of his precum into my jocks. I felt I was being face fucked by his cock through my own jocks. His warm sticky precum caused my heart to race and my cock to catapult into his face. I heard him groan but he kept snoring. I was desperate for him to take my cock. His balls tingled as he rolled them over my face, the base of his cock compressed my nose and his tip bent into my eye socked as it searched for a place to score. His motion intensified, his cock peaked through the side of his jocks. It met my tongue briefly as he massaged his manhood into me. That moment felt like an orgasmic shock. The feeling you get in you’re cock when you see someone or touch someone incredibly attractive and the tip of your cock ignites. It was that but intensified profoundly. My taste buds satiated at the taste of his tip. I felt him deep in my core. The jocks, my grey jocks, on him were flooded now, wet warm glueish pungent cum, turning grey to black, covering me like a cum sponge. Tim was smothering me in cum as he slept and snored. His sex scent always caused me to relax to the point of weakness. If I was Superman Tim’s cum was kryptonite. It was too powerful for me. Even at rest he was dominating me. Exhausted and light of breath under him I fell into a deep cum soaked sleep. Waking every time he rallied again and released another round of alpha juice into my face. Support Nifty fty/

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Subject: bait-boy-12 Rugby coach’s bait boy in Brighton part 12. The following is a true account of going on a week long holiday to Brighton with my hot hunky, hairy rugby coach, some of his horny gay and bi-sexual mates and the sex we had when I was 16. Please read `Servicing the coach’ and `Rugby coach pimps me out’ first which are prequels. Spoiler alert but some straight sex happens in tandem to gay sex. Comments gratefully received at [email protected] Search John McQuillium on prolific authors to read my other true postings in the Gay Adult/Youth, Gay High School and Bi-sexual High School archives. Usual blurb about don’t read if you are underage, etc. Also why not make a donation to Nifty so they can keep up the good work. From part 11 As sexy as Luke and Johnny were I left them for horny Johnny to fuck twink sexy Luke and I would find out they flipped fucked with Johnny taking Luke’s 8 inch cock in return. As for me I headed back to the public toilet looking for more cock and gay sex and luckily I scored. My arsehole was pleasantly sore, swollen, well lubed and slimmed with cum. My body stank erotically of gay sex, sweat and pheromones. I was wearing a muscle top, shorts, ankles socks and trainers. Although I had been fucked nine times already that day, on top of fucking four times and drinking a load of cum I was still hyper-horny which most 16 year old boys are, although not many my age had had as much sex as I had. My hard erect cock was a blatant obvious log down the left leg of my skimpy satiny shorts with my prominent ridged of my bulbous knob threatening to poke out of the leg hole. When I entered the public toilet my interest was instantly aroused and if my cock wasn’t hard already it would have been when I saw who was in there. Although I didn’t see his face straight away I could see the guy in the public toilet was a red head and be it boy or a girl I have a soft spot for gingers. From the back I could see he had short, slightly wavy dark ginger hair with the fringe spiked up. He was wearing a black short sleeved cotton tee shirt. Most of his pale slender shapeless arms were on display and he had a floral black ink sleeve tattoo on his left arm and I could see half of an art nouveau blank ink deltoid tattoo on his right deltoid. The guy in the toilet was obviously a twink even though I hadn’t seen his face yet. It was his height, build and the clothes he was wearing which hinted tasty twink. Below his black cotton tee shirt he was wearing satiny black basketball shorts with white panels down each outer thigh and came down to his knees. Half of his pale slender lower legs were on display and dusted with dark ginger hairs. He was wearing black socks which came half way up his lower legs and ended in fawn trainers. His satiny basketballs shorts hugged his skinny, but sexily shaped arse. When it comes to guys I’m more into their faces but from the back I rightly guessed the lad stood at the public toilet urinal trough was sexy. Even though I hadn’t seen his face yet, from the back the ginger lad looked hot so I blatantly took a punt on him and fished out and brazenly displayed my hard erect, really thick 9.5 inch uncut cock to him. If he was straight he would do a runner or try and queer bash me, but despite the fact he was older I could have easily held my own if it came to a fight. Luckily he was displaying his own erection. He had a dense but trimmed bush of ginger pubes which alone were a real turn on for me. From those jutted out his hard erect cock at the horizontal. It was of average thickness for a lad in his late teens/early twenties. It was as pale as the rest of him, quite veiny and uncut but his pale foreskin had pealed all the way back to expose his helmet shaped pink tinged knob which glistened with clear pre-cum. His cock was about 6.5 inches long and the sight of it alone made my mouth water and cum laden arse throb. From the back, without seeing his face, I guessed the red headed lad was hot. Then I clapped eyes on his gorgeous face. It was tall, oval and covered with pale flawless skin lightly dusted with light brown freckles over the cheek bone area. He had dark ginger eyebrows above dreamy hazel eyes. His nose was pointy and classical above thin pale pink lips and he had pearly white teeth. The two of us blatantly flirted with each other. We lustfully looked at each other with our gazes flicking between each other’s face to watching us wanking our own hard cock. “Come back to my dorm room.” I suggested when the red headed lad headed towards a toilet cubicle. Unfortunately he declined as he was on holiday too and didn’t want to get too personal and had to be back shortly. It was a shame as I would have liked more than a random shag with him but any type of shag with him would be hot. To have seen him totally naked, kiss, lick and caress every inch of his body would have been great as would have been to slurp on his cock, taste his cum and be fucked by him would be a delight. However I still got the blissful delight of being pinned up against a public toilet cubicle dividing wall and namelessly being fucked by him. With my hands bracing myself against the toilet cubicle wall I thrust out my deeply tanned sports toned arse as the sexy red headed lad stood behind me. Looking at his pale twink sexy face topped with dark ginger hair over my right shoulder I prepared to be penetrated by him. “Oh yes.” I lustfully moaned as I took my tenth cock of the day up my slutty sloppy schoolboy arse. My sex swollen sphincter pleasantly stung when the red headed lad’s swollen knob popped past it. That tingle intensified as his veiny 6.5 inch cock sank in ball deep. The red headed lad then started giving me a rough hard fuck. His hot hard cock really pounded my posh pussy boy arse with toe curling bliss. The ridge of his knob scraping up and down the walls of my arse fired off the nerve endings in there. My arse throbbed with hard fucked pleasure and the nine loads of cum up there bubbled. My sex swollen sphincter burnt with pleasurable friction as his cock rapidly thrust back and forth. His ginger pubed groin gave my pert Eskişehir Escort arse a great spanking. Due to our risky public location this had to be a quick shag and whilst it only lasted about ten minutes my arse felt it in blissful slow motion. My arse is so receptive to being fucked I’m sure it is really a woman’s pussy. The red headed lad was certainly giving it a good seeing too with his veiny 6.5 inch cock. On top of the pleasure the red haired twink was lavishing on my arse my eyes feasted themselves on his twink’s sexy pale face which I looked at over my right shoulder. There was the kinky thrill I was being fucked by an older boy in a public toilet cubicle. We didn’t know each other’s names but that didn’t matter, all that mattered was we were fucking. Then the pleasure of fucking my cum laden arse got to the red headed lad. He roughly rammed his 6.5 inch cock ball deep into my arse and held it there. My highly receptive arse felt his cock swell and then pulse as it powerfully pumped his cum into me. He pumped seven large ropes of cum into me and I felt each one. As he spunked up in my arse I used my arse muscles to milk him dry. When his orgasm ended he pulled his cock from my arse and was about to leave but I managed to get a bit of arse to mouth in and sucked the salty earthy sex slime of cum and my arse juice off his hard throbbing cock. “Thanks.” He said as he pulled his cock from my mouth, stuffed it in his shorts and left. It was a shame I didn’t get his name or we could have had a long loving fuck rather than a quick nameless shag but he’d certainly made my arse buzz. When the red headed lad left I hung around to see if I could pull more cock but only a couple of old guys who weren’t my type came in so I headed to the gay bar strip of Brighton to try my luck there. A couple of chances went by but they were scared to approach a 16, almost 17 year old boy who at the time made me technically jail bait as I was four years underage for gay sex but legal for straight sex. My skimpy attire of muscle top, shorts, ankle socks and trainers and my sultry provocative posture they probably thought I was an underage rent boy cruising for his next trick. Luckily a right sexy young guy plucked up the courage to approach me as he came out of a gay bar. As he came out we clocked each other and it was instant lust if not instant attraction. He came over and rested against the wall I was leaning on but at a discrete distance. He then sparked up a cigarette which under other circumstances would have been a turn off for me but he was a stunner. He had short dark blond hair with the fringe swept from right to left in a breaking wave style. His face was young man sexy and I guessed he was in his early twenties and I would later find out he was 22 years old. He had a tall, pale oval face which was stunningly sexy. He had a high forehead and thick dark blond eyebrows above dreamy light blue eyes which sparkled with lust as they blatantly looked at me. His nose was classically sexy and above thin pale pink lips. Most of his milky white face was clean shaven but he has a slight goatee beard of short blondish facial stubble. His face was stunningly sexy in a young man way and certainly made my cock twitch and arse itch. It was obvious we were cruising each other but neither of us had made the move yet. We were both about the same height so just short of being six feet tall. He was wearing a dark blue cotton tee shirt with a red 57 logo on the front. Below he was wearing dark blue jeans. Most of his long slender arms were on display and they were milky white with the forearms lightly dusted with blondish hairs. From the way his tee shirt hung I guessed there wasn’t much shape to his upper body. However from the way his jeans hugged his legs I guessed they were more toned and I would find out they were as he played amateur football; soccer to my American readers. As I was technically jail bait I knew it would be me who had to make the first move. The sexual attraction between us was obvious and we were blatantly eyeing each other up. When he finished his cigarette I walked towards him whilst holding his gaze and even when I passed him I looked at him over my left shoulder. He got the signal and followed me at a discrete distance until we were out of view of anyone who may have been looking at us flirting. Slowing down I allowed the gorgeous blond guy to catch up with me. “Hi sexy, I’m John.” I said when he drew level with me. “I’m Jake. You are so cute, I can’t believe you were cruising.” Jake replied. “Yeah I’m down here for a week with my rugby coach and some of his mates. I live in London which is great for scoring cock but I seem to be scoring well in Brighton as well.” “With your looks I’m not surprised.” Jake added with a sly smile on his stunningly sexy pale face. “Well you are smokingly hot.” I replied. “Where do you want to go? Your place, my hostel dorm room or a public toilet?” I added. “My place is out as I house share and I’m not out.” Jake replied in a worried tone that our encounter might not go anywhere. “My dorm room is safe. My room mates are gay, bi or open minded straights and we all know each other, if you are okay in fucking me if some of them are in the room too.” I replied. “Shit I’d fuck you in front of the Queen.” Jake chuckled. As we walked to the hostel we got to know more about each other. I found out Jake was 22 years old and gay but had fucked girls as cover when he was in his mid to late teens. He only went gay when he turned legal aged 21 and could go to gay bars, clubs and saunas. He was the slightly top side of versatile. Jake was a real stunner so while he waited late to go gay he proved very popular on the scene once he started going to it. Even when he did cover shag girls loads chased him. When Jack and I got back to the hostel and entered the dorm room sex was already going on. “Fuck!” Jake exclaimed in shock at the sight before him. In the middle of the room were two mattresses side by side and on one of them was a 16 year old schoolboy pinned under a buff bear of a man. Cute camp, Eskişehir Escort Bayan effeminate Spencer was being brutally buggered by buff bear of a man Johnny who was 30 years old. Spencer was cooing with hard fucked pleasure as Johnny’s thick veiny 7 inch cock pounded his pussy boy arse. His small pale hands were groping the muscular hairy mounds of Johnny’s chest. Johnny was groaning with physical exertion and sexual pleasure. It was an erotic sight watching a buff hairy man fucking a smooth petite schoolboy and it was obvious they both fancied each other. That wasn’t the only erotic sight and sex going on. Jessica who was a sweet innocent looking but slutty 16 year old schoolgirl was pinned under Jake who was a muscular 32 year old man. His thick veiny 7.5 inch cock was mercilessly pounding her shaved schoolgirl sex. Jessica might have only been 16 years old and looked sweet and innocent but she needed rough hard sex and Jake was certainly giving it to her. Jessica’s cute face had such a carnal lustful Lolita look to it as she looked up at Jake above her. Her hands were passionately groping the muscular hairy mounds of Jake’s sweaty chest. Her tiny 32A pert tits jiggled from the rough hard fuck Jake was giving her. Jessica’s pink labia was swollen through sex. She had resigned herself to a week without sex as she was on a school trip and she’d be lucky if she could squeeze in a finger fuck in the shower or toilet cubicle but that day she gave in to her sex addiction. First there had been the mutual seduction between her and Max who was the backpacker hostel’s manager. Will had then flirted with her and she willingly went to bed with him followed Jake, John and myself. Now Jessica was being fucked by Jake for a second time and there was another guy waiting his go. That other guy was Derek who was a straight black guy who was open minded enough to fuck a fag if he was horny enough. He had short tightly curled black hair. He had a tall oval face with flawless dark brown skin and his eyes were so dark brown they were almost black. Derek had a short broad nose and lush brown lips lightly tinted with pink and he had a small goatee beard and thin moustache. He was naked and exposing his tall well sculpted, sinewy dark brown body. He had a small tuft of short curly black pubes. His cock was hard and a massive log between his smooth sculpted thighs. It was thick, nicely veined, 12 inches long and circumcised. Derek was waiting for Jake to finish with Jessica before fucking her. He didn’t have to wait long as the blond Jake and I eagerly stripped naked. “Beg for it bitch.” The Jake fucking Jessica gruffly moaned as his thick veiny 7.5 inch cock continued pounding her tight teenage twat. “Cum in me.” Jessica lustfully begged with the dirty words sounding strange in her girlish voice. Jessica looked so sweet and innocent it was hard to believe she was such a sex mad precocious and promiscuous little slut who’d had more and wide ranging sex in the five years she had been sexually active than most women twice her age as Jessica was a 50/50 bi-sexual. “You sexy little whore.” Jake moaned when he roughly rammed his thick 7.5 inch cock ball deep into Jessica’s shaved smooth sex and held it there. Jake then began loudly groaning with sexual ecstasy and release and his muscular hairy arse shuddered as he drained the contents of his manly balls into a schoolgirl’s cunt. At the same time Jessica purred with well bred contentment as she felt a man twice her age cum in her already sloppy young cunt. After coming down from his orgasmic high, Jake tagged Derek who took his place. “Oh fuck, so big.” Jessica moaned in pain tinged pleasure when Derek roughly rammed his thick 12 inch dark brown cock into her tight white teenage twat and began fucking her fast and hard. “Yeah take my big black cock you dirty little bitch.” Derek gruffly groaned at Jessica as he started fucking her and she took it as the compliment it was meant to be. Jessica might have looked like a sweet innocent virginal schoolgirl but she knew she was really a sex mad nymphomaniac. The colour contrast of Derek’s big dark brown cock rapidly pounding Jessica’s shaved smooth pale pussy was highly erotic as was the sight of fit furry Johnny fucking a smooth camp 16 year old schoolboy. With my help I was making Spencer as slutty cock mad as Jessica was. However my attention was soon directed back to blond Jake whose surname started with a J whereas the other Jake’s surname started with a G, so you can know who I am referring too. Jake J really was a stunner with a very sexy face topped with blond hair and bottomed with a facial stubble goatee of blond hairs. He had dreamy blue eyes which burnt lustfully at the opportunity to fuck his first schoolboy and first guy under the age of 21. Blond Jake and I began to strip as the other Jake went to shower and find other females to fuck. As Jake J pulled up his tee shirt he first exposed his pale flat firm stomach which had no treasure trail. There was the faintest pencil line definition to his pale chest which was studded with two small pale pink pointy nipples and had a light smattering of blond hairs between his nipples. As Jake J pulled his tee shirt over his head he exposed his pale armpits which had small but dense tufts of sweat matted blond hairs. Jake’s arms were slender with a faint hint of definition to his upper arms and his forearms were dusted with freckles and light blond hairs. Jake then undid his belt and jeans and pushed them and his underwear down in one go. He had a small dense tuft of naturally short light blond pubes. From those pubes dangled his slightly thicker than average pale cock. It looked about 7 inches long, was as pale as the rest of him, nicely veined and his foreskin covered his swollen knob with just the pale pink tip poking out. He had average sized balls in a tight pale sack tinged pink and dusted with blond pubes. Jake J then exposed his pale thighs which were subtly sculpted through playing football and had a sexy dusting of light blond hairs. Jake’s lower legs were also subtly sculpted and were encased Escort Eskişehir in the white knee length socks of his amateur football team topped with a light blue, white and then dark blue stripe. Jake was smokingly hot even though he kept his knee length football socks on as I stripped totally naked. Jake’s dreamy blue eyes feasted themselves on my deeply tanned all over, sports toned teenage body ad big thick cock. My really thick 9.5 inch cock was hard because of Jake’s stunning good looks. Then I laid on the mattress on the floor next to the one Johnny was fucking Spencer on. Pulling my deeply tanned sports toned legs, dusted with blond hairs into my chiselled chest and out to the sides I exposed my firm pert arse for Jake to ravish. He eagerly got into the push up position above me and my deeply tanned hands reached up and began caressing his milky white chest which was lightly dusted with blond hairs and studded with two small pale pink pointy nipples. This was to be my eleventh fuck of the day so Jake J had no need need of lube. Instead Jake roughly rammed his slightly thicker than average, nicely veined 7 inch uncut cock ball deep into my slutty sloppy schoolboy arse. My sex swollen sphincter pleasantly stung as Jake’s cock rammed ball deep into my tight teen boy arse. Jake then set about roughly raping my willing boy cunt and it was of toe curling pleasure. My sex swollen sphincter burnt with pleasurable friction as Jake’s nicely veined 7 inch cock rapidly sawed back and forth against it. His swollen knob pounded the walls of my pleasantly aching arse and made the ten loads of cum already up there bubble. The highly receptive nerve endings in my boy cunt buzzed delightfully. Jake’s rapidly thrusting groin gave my pert upturned arse a great spanking. My deeply hands hands savoured caressing Jake’s pale smooth, lightly haired chest or tweaking his small pale pink pointy nipples. On top of the physical pleasure of being fucked by Jake I had the visual pleasure of admiring his stunningly sexy pale face topped with blond hair and its lustful carnal expression. There was the kinky thrill I was only 16 years old but being fucked by a sexy man six years my senior who was fucking his first ever schoolboy. Additional kinky thrills was that a 16 year old schoolboy and a 16 year old schoolgirl were also being fucked by men next to me. Their classmates and teachers had no idea that they were being fucked like whores. The dorm room stank erotically of arse juice, cunt juice, cum, pheromones and sweat. It echoed the moans of carnal sexual sin and the rhythmic slap of bare flesh on bare flesh. It was Johnny who orgasmed first when he bred Spencer’s arse. He loudly grunted ten times as he continued to pound Spencer’s schoolboy arse which had been virgin until I cherry popped it. Spencer’s effeminate, but cute looking face looked up so lustfully at the fit furry 30 year old man fucking him. His slender fingered hands were twirling in the dense mat of Johnny’s wiry dark brown chest hairs. Spencer cooed with well bred contentment as he felt Johnny’s man cum flood into his tight teen boy cunt. Derek followed soon after when he bred the tight teenage twat of a stunningly sexy 16 year old schoolgirl. Jessica cooed too as she felt another load of cum flood her cock hungry cunt. When Johnny and Derek came down from their intense orgasmic highs they pulled out of their respective bottoms. Spencer and Jessica got dressed and went down to dinner with their teachers and classmates with their girl and boy cunts full of man cum. Johnny and Derek went to shower before looking for more sex which left Jake fucking me. It was so hot looking at Jake’s pale sexy face, caressing his upper body and feeling him fucking me. My sex swollen sphincter was pleasantly on fire and my cum laden arse ached with hard fucked pleasure. Jake fucked me good and hard for a blissful age. The sexual chemistry between us was obvious and even though we lived in different cities we would meet up again a few times after my holiday. We looked at each other so lustfully and as Jake fucked me I used my well trained arse muscle to milk his rapidly thrusting 7 inch cock. That pushed Jake over the edge and he started cumming in me. Jake didn’t warn he was going to cum, he just continued fucking me fast and hard as he began powerfully blasting rope after rope of cum into my slutty sloppy schoolboy arse to mingle with the ten loads already up there. Jake pumped eight large ropes of cum into my arse which milked his balls dry. When Jake’s intense and copious orgasm ended he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty heap and we passionately kissed as his spent cock continued to throb in my arse which ached with hard fucked pleasure. My hands groped Jake’s firm pert pale buttocks dusted with light blond bum fluff. It took Jake a couple of minutes to come down from his orgasmic high and he pulled his still hard cock from my blissfully battered boy cunt. Eagerly I sucked Jake’s cock clean of my arse juice and all the cum from my boy cunt. Then I sucked Jake’s balls clean of tasty crotch sweat before spit polishing his sweaty armpits. Unfortunately our paths then parted but not after I had given Jake my phone number. Once Jake left I got dressed and went down for dinner. I stank of sweat, cum and gay sex but I wore that like a badge of pride as cum leaked out of my pleasantly sore tight teen boy arse. Jessica, Spencer and I gave each other knowing looks as all three of us had been fucked and bred like bitches and had cum leaking from our cunts with all of their classmates blissfully unaware and some even virgins. After dinner I went back to the dorm room and read a book before Johnny and my rugby coach John came back and tag fucked which meant I ended up getting fucked and seeded twelve times in one day. My arse was so sore, but pleasantly so and so full of cum it was cramping. With my rugby coach’s buff hairy body spooned against my back I fell into a deep contented well fucked sleep. I hope this one got you off and you’re sat there splattered in cum. If you did please let me know at [email protected] as although I enjoy reliving it and writing it up it is nice knowing people read it. Check out my other true encounters in the Sexual Experience folders on the Gay Adult/Youth, Bi-sexual Adult/Youth, Gay High School and Bi-sexual High School archives or search for John Mcquillium under prolific authors

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Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 31 Training the Coopers Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended. The author maintains full copyright of this material and licenses the use of it by fty as specified in information on the website. Please do not use it in any other published manner without the permission of the author. As this is erotic fiction featuring male to male sexuality, please leave this site if such stories are offensive to you. Please note that this story features sex between relatives of various connections. If this offends you, please leave this site. Some of the characters in this story are under age. If this offends you or is illegal in your jurisdiction, please leave this site. I have followed fty policy regarding these matters. If you are under age in your jurisdiction, please leave this site at once. If you enjoy this story and others like it, please consider contributing to support fty at http://donate./donate.html . Thank you! I hope you enjoy this story, which concerns a rather unusual family that trains its adolescent sons in sexual practices. To add realism to the story, much of the story is set in real cities and places of business. No implication that these places are accepting of homosexuality is implied. Should you visit any of them, please maintain normal caution and do not assume you will be accepted. This story is set in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s, before the AIDS crisis began. Therefore, it is strictly condom-free. However, please note that neither the author nor fty is encouraging men of the 21st century to ignore the consequences of unprotected sex. Please love yourself and your future partners enough to be careful! Just so you know, this story has 34 chapters, so please keep reading and feel free to send me your feedback or comments. None of the story has been posted until it is complete. Posting on fty takes a while, but the entire story will be posted in due time. This story is the backstory of characters who will be included in a book to be published in the Fall, 2019, tentatively titled “The Deputy Boys Book 2: The Induction.” The story of the Cooper Family is entirely separate from this book, although several Coopers are characters in that book. At the beginning of each chapter and occasionally within the chapter, you will see a name written on a line by itself with no explanation. This is the name of the author of that section. The point of view shifts between various members of the family to tell the most detailed story. Hopefully, this will not prove confusing to you. Without further ado, enjoy “Training the Coopers”! Best Wishes, Kenneth Kirk Chapter 31 Donald We had a special graduation party for gel, Michael, Barry, and Danny at the Downtown Health Club. In honor of the occasion, the club owners had purchased a second sling, which was put to good use by Danny and Michael while Johnny and Christopher each spent an hour and a half in the older sling, separately, of course. Also invited to this exclusive festivity were our coaches, Denny, Darrel, Steve, Oliver, Sam, Wyatt, Nathan, Lincoln, Charles, and the club owners (plus the delicious Eddie Joe). An impromptu round robin took place with Danny and Christopher in the slings. When everyone had had everyone, so to speak, the action stopped for a couple of minutes as Michael replaced Danny and Johnny replaced Christopher. Then everyone had another round, finally beginning to drop loads in the firm tight asses of our number one and two quarterbacks. Oh, my! Eddie Joe told me how hot it was to fuck the quarterbacks. Apparently, he had a particularly vivid fantasy of his high school QB that he was able to play out with Michael. I do remember him screaming and cumming for a long time when he came inside our QB1. In fact, it was Eddie Joe’s jizz-load that provided a lot of my lube when I ejaculated in that same wonderful asshole not more than 10 minutes later. Michael called me the next day to tell me that our party was the most incredible sexual experience of his life. As the event was winding down, I heard Coach Randy thanking Pablo and Tony for the use of the gym for the party. Both owners were very enthusiastic about the new boys they’d gotten to know that evening. “Your players are really well trained, Coach,” Tony said. Coach was obviously proud, like he’d been told Michael was the best high school quarterback in the state or something like that. Coach beamed at them and said he thought there would be other great guys coming up in the future. “Maybe we could host a graduation party for them each year,” Pablo suggested. Coach smiled. “That’s a kind and generous offer, Pablo. Hopefully, we can make that a reality.” In addition to everyone taking a turn topping one or more of the bottoms in the slings, Lincoln and Charles took several cocks in their throats. I also noticed Bert pounding Michael while Joel pounded Johnny a little while after the round robin ended. The QBs were moaning loudly while their coaches wore big, happy smiles. I got to see Michael’s uncontrolled orgasm when he spewed his essence all over his torso and face. It was a beautiful sight. In fact, I stepped up and licked his tasty cumdrops off his pecs, abs, and chin, working in some nipple licks and a French kiss for good measure. I’d wager 10 years’ of my future doctor’s wages these 23 men had at least 50 orgasms over a 4-hour period. This night marked the first time I had been a total top at one of these events. I left loads in Michael’s and Christopher’s asses and one in Lincoln’s throat. What a great graduation party! Dwight We celebrated Donny’s graduation from Senior High and the next week Darrel brought us a gift. He gave it to us in a box covered with Sunday comics like wrapping paper. When we opened it, we were not sure right at first what it was, but on closer inspection, we discovered it was a rubber cock that was almost 6″ long and almost 4″ in circumference. Dwayne and I looked at each other and burst out laughing, not because it was funny, but because we figured that meant we would be using it soon. That night Darrel and Denny introduced it to us and we both managed to relax our assholes enough to take it all the way. Even though it was a lot smaller than our brothers’ cocks, it was noticeably longer and thicker than our young cocks. It was going to require us to open wider and deeper than ever. At first, I thought it was going to split me into two halves, but it didn’t. It hurt a little for a few seconds, but eventually my ass felt spectacular as Denny gently pushed the rubber prong into me and then pulled it almost all the way out. For several weeks Dwayne and I enjoyed topping each other and then using the dildo to stretch us more. Sometimes we would come again from the movements of the dildo. Denton Darrel and I worried that the twins were still too small physically to safely bottom for guys like us who are blessed with around 8 inches of thick cockmeat. The twins kept pestering us for more, so we finally decided to expose them gradually to larger cocks, allowing us to stop if there was significant pain at some point. After a few weeks with the dildo, we could see there were no ill effects relating to the size of the object. Daniel, who turned 16 in March, was the smallest of any of the other Coopers so we measured him. He came in at about 6 �” long and 4 �” in circumference. So, we had a family meeting with everyone except David, who was away at school. Explaining the numbers to the twins, we asked if they were ready to try something a bit larger, i.e., Danny’s dick. Both of them looked at Danny and smiled. “You bet!” was Dwight’s reply. After supper, douches, and showers, we all went to the basement. We flipped a coin, which came up heads, thus making Dwight the winner. I took my time rimming him and lubing him with deep finger probes. Meanwhile, Dwayne sucked Danny to get him ready. Darrel had Donny chowing down on his big cock while all this was going on. When Dwight was well-lubed, I greased up the dildo and introduced it carefully to my baby’s sphincter. Like a well-seasoned bottom, he relaxed and opened for the rubber cock. I worked him for a couple of minutes before removing the dildo, so Danny could enter him. I held Dwight’s little legs back towards his chest as I learned over to kiss him. Danny positioned his cock and slowly slid in an inch or so, softly calling out, “Oh!” in surprise. Dwight stiffened Erzurum Escort and groaned. Danny halted. I pulled back to look Dwight in the eye. Dwayne had moved to the other side of Dwight. “Are you okay, honey?” Dwayne asked with concern. “Uh, it hurts a little, but not too bad.” “Just be still and try to relax some more,” I said. We all waited a few seconds until Dwight moaned. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Feels good,” he said airily. “Give him some more, Danny.” Moaning as he went, Danny pushed forward while Dwight grimaced a bit. “Oh!” he said. Danny stopped and Dwight closed his eyes for a few seconds. When he opened them, he said, “Oh, yeah.” “More, Danny,” I instructed. When Danny stopped a moment later, Dwight smiled and said, “I want more.” Danny went all the way in, mumbling, “Oh, wow! Fuck.” Dwight groaned sensuously. “Okay, Danny,” I said, “go slow and be gentle at first.” Danny began sliding his hardness out and then pushed back in. Dwight responded with gasps and groans, but also smiles. Soon Danny was grunting and groaning as he topped his little brother with gusto. Dwight accepted the new cock without apparent pain or discomfort, moaning almost constantly. Dwight’s little cock was soon sticking up as far as it could reach, bobbing and waving as Danny’s body pounded against his. Dwayne leaned down and kissed his mirror image and held Dwight’s cock, squeezing it gently in time with Danny’s thrusts. No more than 5 minutes passed before Dwight screamed into his brother’s mouth and erupted all over Dwayne’s hand and his own belly. A couple of additional thrusts brought Danny to the brink and over. “Fuck, yeah!” he grunted loudly and began filling Dwight’s little butt. The twins rested while I topped a very happy Danny and Darrel topped a restrained Donny. By the time we’d gotten off, Donny and Danny were dripping copiously. I judged Danny was ready to go again so we repeated the process we’d used with Dwight a while earlier. Just like his twin, Dwayne needed a moment to adjust to Danny’s size, but he also thoroughly enjoyed bottoming for Danny, shooting off himself before Danny was quite finished. We sent the boys to bed, but Darrel stayed with me. We agreed the experience had been very positive for the twins and that they showed great promise. They just needed some more growth to be able to take full-grown Cooper cocks. That discussion got us going so much that I fucked my little brother leisurely for over half an hour before filling his hole with my liquid love. As I came, I broke our kiss and we stared deeply into each other’s blue eyes. “I love you, baby,” I said before we kissed passionately again. Dwight The night Dwayne and I first experienced bottoming for another person, we were about two months shy of 13. Later, when we were alone in bed together, we talked about the experience. “I could tell Danny’s cock was bigger than yours or the rubber dildo, but it didn’t seem to hurt more than the dildo,” Dwayne began. “What did you think?” “That’s what I thought, too,” I agreed. “It hurt for a couple of seconds when it first went inside, but then it never really hurt.” “Now that we’ve had bigger dicks, do you think our asses will still be tight for each other?” Dwayne asked. He had a good question. “I’m not sure, but I think there’s one way to find out.” Dwayne giggled and rolled onto his belly. “Try me and see.” I made him suck me for a minute, but then eagerly lubed and got into position between his legs. He grunted as I pushed into him, but my dick slid in quickly with little resistance. I went as deep as I could in one strong push. When my groin smashed his buttcheeks, he let out a grunt and said, “Oh, you feel good, babe!” “You do, too!” I moved in him a couple of times before I paused. “I got inside easier, but you seem to be as tight as usual,” I suggested. “Great!” he said. “So, what are you waiting for? Fuck me!” I did and in a little while he returned the favor. David There were three highlights of my freshman year at the University of North Carolina � Asheville. First, I loved college and UNCA in particular. It was beautiful. The courses were stimulating, challenging, even sometimes exciting. I was successful in my studies, earning mostly A’s and a spot on the Dean’s List both semesters. Second, I developed a lot as a wrestler and became one of the top wrestlers on our team, winning some important matches and contributing to the best season the team had ever had. I earned the respect of the other wrestlers and the coach. Just before the year ended, I decided I wanted to teach high school so I could coach wrestling for a few years. The third highlight was my spectacular sex life! My first year as a member of the “Group” at UNCA was the fastest year of my life. Each weekend there was a party on either Friday or Saturday night and sometimes one party that lasted all weekend. As a pledge, along with Miller and four other beautiful guys, I was usually a bottom for a few of the regular and alumni members. Usually there were four or five bottoms and about 10-12 tops, so I didn’t get any more action than I had been getting at home. Miller and I were sharing a dorm room, so we flip-flopped almost every night when we didn’t have to “work” a group event. In addition to the great sex, I felt I had a big bunch of brothers who were as ready to assist me with some tricky algebra or help me change the oil in my car as they were ready to stuff my buns with their big wienies. I grew to love Miller deeply and was very happy with him. Still, I wanted the experience of marriage and children eventually and the general respectability that is so important for public school teachers and that comes naturally to a family man. Every once in a while, I reminded Miller that what we had was wonderful, spectacular, amazing, and not permanent. He seemed accepting of that limitation and told me once that he was going to get the maximum from our relationship while it lasted, but not pine about me when it was over. Though I never told him, I secretly worried that I would have more difficulty moving on when the time came than he would. I made several quick trips home to Greenville during the year, but the trip I most enjoyed was taking Miller with me for part of the Christmas holiday, which we’ve already discussed. My birthday (April 14) was a Tuesday so we didn’t make big plans. Miller took me to a fancy Italian restaurant in Biltmore Village to celebrate privately. When we went in, I was very happy to see a big table full of Coopers at the rear of the nearly empty restaurant. Dad and Darrel had brought all my brothers to celebrate with me! Making it even better was the fact that Miller had arranged it all for me. I felt totally surrounded by love that evening. When school ended, I came home for the summer, but I also spent quite a few weekends back in Asheville at parties and visiting Miller, who was taking summer school courses. I had an agreement with Mr. Cavanaugh to work for him at the ranch when I was in town, but be able to be off any time I needed to be out of town. In exchange for his flexibility, I worked quite hard and did several good projects for him that summer. Although I missed Miller a lot as well as the other guys in the Group, I saw most of them every couple of weeks so managed well. Being with my brothers, Dad, and Darrel was great. Donny and Danny had really learned how to be submissive and dominant when the situation called for it. It was clear Donny preferred to dominate, but when he needed to submit, he loved being restrained and controlled. Danny was more vanilla and relaxed. He liked to top, but loved bottoming. He took whichever role was given to him and had become very talented in either role. Even the twins had developed a lot in my absence. They both seemed to prefer the submissive role, but Denny and Darrel were being very careful about their bottoming. Since he was still hung smaller, Danny was the only one allowed to top the twins. He loved it and so did they. I did get to do a lot of topping that summer. I topped Donny and Danny several times each week and was also introduced to the boys in training, some of whom I already knew. When Coach Randolph learned that I planned to coach wrestling, he brought me together with all the wrestlers in the training program, which was nearly every wrestler on the team. During the summer, I must have topped a dozen hot juniors and seniors, most of them several times. The coach smiled at me and said, “I wonder Erzurum Escort Bayan if, perhaps in gratitude for providing you lots of hot stud ass, you might feel like bottoming for me occasionally, too. What do you think?” I laughed. “I think that’s an awesome idea, Coach!” I turned to the side, so he could see the swell of my butt cheek through my pale blue Onionskin shorts. As I rubbed my hand along my hip, I looked at him. “I think we’re alone now. Why don’t we enjoy the moment, huh?” He grinned. “Fuck, yeah, Dave!” He kissed me, stripped me, and pushed me to my knees in front of his crotch. I took the hint and pulled down his knit coach’s shorts and the jock he was wearing underneath. Unleashing his manly prong, I began kissing and licking him. It only took about a minute for him to get as rigid as a steel I-beam and start drooling precum. He pulled me back to my feet, stripped my Onionskins off, and turned us so I was facing his desk with him behind me. Gently, he pushed my torso down onto the desk while he lubed my sphincter and his raging cock. He wasted no time in introducing his fuckstick to my fuckhole. He gave me a few seconds to adjust to the presence of so much flesh in my ass before commencing a most vigorous and exciting pounding of my innards. After a few minutes, he flipped me onto my back with my ass at the edge of the desk and my heels on his shoulders. When he plunged back into me, he leaned over to kiss me while he fucked me energetically, making me cry out “Fuck!” or “Yeah!” or “Oh!” repeatedly until cum shot out of my hard dick onto our bellies. He took about five more hard plunges into me and then blasted me with an enormous load of his babymakers. Lest we forget, I was living at home with my brothers and Denny and Darrel, both of whom pounded me at least once a week all summer, too. As it turned out, I had just about as much sex during my summer break as I had as a Group member during the year at UNCA. Nothing like keeping everything in good working order, right!? When I returned to UNCA in the fall, I would progress off the pledge list of the Group so would not be pressed to do a lot of bottoming then. It looked as if I’d be doing considerably less bottoming in the future than I had over the past year. That suited me fine. I was sure Miller would keep my ass busy enough so I wouldn’t forget my technique. And being the more dominant partner was becoming more natural for me as time went forward. Coach Randolph Note to the Reader: I asked Coach Randolph to write a section describing the effects of the training on the athletic record of Greenville Senior High School from 1969 until he was hired by Clemson in 1977. Dwight The best thing that ever happened to my coaching career and one of the best things that ever happened to me personally was discovering what came to be known, euphemistically, as the “Marine Approach” to training our most promising athletes at GSHS. Training my assistant coaches (Bert Blaylock and Joel Kern) was a key ingredient. I enjoyed topping those guys regularly for many years! With their help as well as Denny and Darrel’s that first year, we trained 15 athletes during the ’69-’70 school year and each year thereafter. By 1971, we were focusing on training mostly sophomores for two main reasons. First, they had less resistance to submitting than older boys sometimes had. Second, by training them sooner, we had stronger, bigger, more disciplined teams since they would be at GSHS longer following the training than if we waited until they were juniors or seniors. In the fall of 1971, I was called into the Principal’s Office after he’d gotten wind of the unorthodox training we were doing. He suggested we shouldn’t be doing it, so I pointed out our incredible success since we’d started it. I suggested he might want to observe some training before making a final decision and he agreed. Watching Bert fucking the lovely Christopher Logan was just too much for the Principal to resist and he eagerly shoved his hard 7 inches into Chris’ stretched hole when Bert was finished. After that, the Principal joined us once or twice a week and wound up topping every athlete we trained for years. When I was finishing my last year at GSHS, he told me how grateful he was for the Marine Approach, for its impact on our sports program, and for its impact on his life, too. Of the dozens of boys we trained during my time, I think we only had about four or five who turned out to be gay and that many more who were bi. The others mostly enjoyed the sex with their peers as recreation rather than a way of life. Bert tells me the new assistant coaches he brought on after I left were screened for their willingness to participate in the program before they were hired. The Principal insisted. We won state championships in football in 1970, 1971, 1973, 1974, and 1976 under my tenure. Bert took the school to several more state championships over the following decade. We won state wrestling championships every year from 1970 through 1978 and many times during the `80’s. We took state in basketball in 1972, 1974, 1975, and 1979 and several times during the `80’s. We won state in baseball four times in the `70’s and five times in the `80’s. We won the state track meet every year during the `70’s and `80’s except for 1974 and 1982. We even became a state powerhouse in swimming and tennis. In the seven years we used the Marine Approach while I coached at Greenville, our graduates received a total of 29 college football scholarships, 18 college wrestling scholarships (including David), 10 college basketball scholarships, 8 college baseball scholarships, 3 college track scholarships, 2 college swimming scholarships, and 2 college tennis scholarships (Dwight and Dwayne actually). Four of the football stars eventually went pro, including one who received the Heisman Trophy in the early `80’s but who will remain unnamed. We had a wrestler in the 1972 Olympics; 2 wrestlers and a swimmer in the 1976 Olympics; and a sprinter, a wrestler, and 2 swimmers in the 1980 Olympics. All these men went through our training program while I was at Greenville and they brought home 2 bronze medals, 1 silver medal, and 2 gold medals between them. I think it’s safe to say Greenville Senior High School had one of the best men’s high school sports records in the history of the United States from 1970 to 1990. I credit our Marine Approach and the resulting strength, discipline, respect for authority, and ability to dominate opponents for this unprecedented string of state titles, scholarships, professional success, and Olympic honors. After I went to Clemson, Bert and Joel continued the program for another decade or so and GSHS remained a powerhouse in men’s sports. I took the Marine Approach to Clemson with me. Usually I trained only three or four players each year since they were already much bigger and more accomplished than my high school team members had been. But I did bring several marginal players up to be important starters on the team and even produced several pros. It’s always fun to see them playing on TV on an occasional Sunday afternoon, remembering how great my cock felt deep in their asses. And there have been a number of memorable stolen moments with former students in hotels and locker rooms across the Southeast. I could never repay Darrel and Denny for what they gave to my life. Or David, Donald, Daniel, Dwight, and Dwayne either! Dwight We turned 13 at the end of August 1970. We were 5’4 �” tall and weighed 101 pounds. Our cocks were just a hair under 5″ long and about 4 �” thick. For our birthday present, Denny, Darrel, Donny, and Danny took us to the basement, where we all got naked and piled on the big bed. Soon we were being fed the big cocks belonging to Denny and Darrel while our brothers slowly sucked our little cocks. After a while, our brothers took over feeding us their dicks while Denny sucked me (a rarity) and Darrel sucked Dwayne (also rare) until we both came. Oh, what a monumental orgasm that was! After that, we did a bunch of kissing and sharing of our watery spunk. Then Donny put his cock back in my mouth while Danny started face-fucking Dwayne. I noticed Denny and Darrel off to the side making out like teenagers until our brothers jizzed our throats. We shared their splooge and then, for the grand finale, Denny gave his load to Dwayne while Darrel gave his load to me. After sharing their more potent cock juice, we wiped up a little and then we all went upstairs for some birthday Escort Erzurum cake and punch. After we finished our birthday snacks, we played a rousing round of our family favorite card game: Liverpool Rummy, which Donald won handily on the last hand. It was the most exciting birthday we ever had! (At least until the following year!) As happy as we were at this point, Dwayne and I still missed our mother tremendously. We’d talk about her and how good her hugs were when we were little. Dwayne insisted she was watching over us so nothing bad would ever happen. I felt a bit more skeptical, I suppose, because I thought she was watching over us, but didn’t think that gave us some type of immunity to bad things in life. Such thoughts were really deep, even for a new teenager. We’d gotten somewhat accustomed to David’s absence over the past year while he was away at college. Then, right after our birthday party, Donald also moved to Asheville to go to college and join David’s sex club. Dad told us after he left that it was good that David and Donald would be together a lot because it gave both of them some sense of family even when they were away. Nevertheless, there were a lot of times when it seemed far too quiet around our house. Danny slept with Denny and Darrel a couple of nights each week, often screaming out in ecstasy. We usually spent one night with Denny and Darrel and several nights each week with Danny. He was a gentle and kind lover and kept us from forgetting how to prepare and what to do to be a good bottom. He was also getting a lot of bottoming practice with the boys the coaches were training to be dominants. In the months since Dad had announced that he and Darrel would be a couple, we had noticed subtle changes in how Denny treated Darrel. They became more affectionate in front of us and spent more time in the basement bedroom with the door closed. They slept together without any of us most nights. They were solicitous to each other, bringing coffee or beer or doing other special things for the other. Sometimes Dwayne and I would talk about how they were treating each other. We felt we were learning a lot about how to have a good romantic relationship and we started practicing what we were learning. The feelings I had for Dwayne seemed to grow a lot as I tried to find ways to make him feel special and to show him that I love him. Of course, when he would do something really special for me, I loved that! A Sunday early in October was Darrel’s birthday, his 29th. He and Dad packed up on Saturday morning for a drive to Atlanta where they stayed until Monday afternoon. After they returned from their weekend away, they were very affectionate with each other in front of us. We’d see them hugging or kissing at random times and they seemed to hold hands every moment when they were together. Both of them stayed in a good mood throughout the fall and seemed to smile every time they looked at each other. At Thanksgiving, David, Donald, and Miller came home for a couple of days. Dad and Darrel made a huge Thanksgiving dinner with a 20-pound turkey, traditional dressing, mashed potatoes, candied yams, green bean casserole, and a vegetable medley containing broccoli, zucchini, yellow squash, carrots, and cauliflower with a bunch of butter and seasonings. We used Mom’s china and I felt like that made her more present with us. For dessert we had both pumpkin cheesecake and southern pecan pie made with Mom’s family recipe. I couldn’t help but cry when I tasted that pie! We had such a good time around that holiday table, hearing about the escapades of the college men, laughing about the training going on at school, and hearing about Donald’s budding romance with Cynthia Henderson, a pretty brunette from Raleigh he’d met in Biology 101. No, they hadn’t “gone all the way,” but he would like to. After we’d finished the big meal, Dad told us just to leave the food and dishes for a few minutes because he wanted everyone to come to the living room. While we moved into the other room and settled in chairs and sofas, Darrel took Danny into the kitchen for a few minutes. Soon Danny appeared with a tray containing eight champagne glasses. Behind him, Darrel walked in with two bottles of bubbly and a can of 7-Up. The tray was set on the coffee table and the bottles placed next to the tray. Darrel told Danny to sit down. Dad opened a bottle of champagne and began filling glasses while Darrel poured several ounces of 7-Up into three of the glasses. When the first bottle was empty, Dad opened the second one and handed it to Darrel, who filled the other glasses, topping off the glasses that were half filled with 7-Up. While Darrel finished with the champagne bottle, Dad stood in front of the TV, looking around the room smiling at his sons and one son’s boyfriend. Darrel stood next to Dad, who leaned towards him and planted a juicy kiss on Darrel’s lovely mouth. Dad’s arm went around Darrel’s back and then they smiled at each other for a long moment. Facing the room, Dad began speaking in a voice that seemed filled with emotion. “More than anything in the world, I love you boys. The most wonderful thing that ever happened to me was meeting your mother and having her fall in love with me.” His voice got a bit shaky on those last few words, so he paused for a moment before continuing. “She was always an angel to me and she brought me more happiness than I ever thought possible. I think you all know that I will miss my Sarah Ann every day of my life.” He paused and slipped his arm down so he could take Darrel’s hand in his. I think we all knew what he was going to say next. “When Sarah Ann left us, I really thought I was dead inside. You know how much I hurt and how much that knocked me down.” I sniffed to keep my nose from dripping and Dwayne squeezed my hand. “When Darrel came to us, I was completely broken and he was recovering from his leg wound and also his own type of heart wound. We spent the next year getting stronger and focusing our attention on our five amazing sons. I know that Darrel loves you as much as if you were his sons instead of his nephews.” Dad looked lovingly at Darrel, who smiled sweetly back. “As you have all witnessed, both of us have recovered a lot over the past year and a half. Darrel walks without any issues and he seems to be pretty stable psychologically. I still miss your mom all the time, but I’m able to function again. I can make room in my pain of loss for the joy of living. I can make decisions.” He and Darrel exchanged a deep look as I held my breath. “Together, Darrel and I have realized that we have grown into a family unit together. We’ve had romantic feelings for each other since we were kids. Those feelings have blossomed since he has been with us and they have deepened until we cannot pretend they are not here. We haven’t fallen in love as much as we have grown in love with each other and…” Dad paused, took a big breath, smiled at Darrel, and looked back at us. “And we want to share our lives together as partners.” “As lovers,” Darrel added confidently. “Yes, as lovers,” Dad said. Just as we would cheer if GSHS scored a touchdown in the final seconds of the state championship, we all jumped to our feet and screamed and shouted. I could see from their expressions that our enthusiasm was greater than Dad and Darrel had anticipated. Soon we were grabbing them and each other for about five minutes of hugging and kissing. Finally, we all calmed down somewhat. “Thanks so much, boys,” Dad said with the sweetest smile. “David, Donny, please pass out the drinks. David and Donny began handing out the champagne glasses, being sure that Danny, Dwayne, and I received the glasses that were half 7-Up. David handed one to Dad and one to Darrel, smiling broadly at each of them. “I love you both,” he whispered. Turning around he lifted his glass high. “A toast,” he said rather formally. “To the best parents I can imagine. To two guys with hearts as big as the Smoky Mountains. To Denny! To Darrel! To our beautiful parents, long may they live and long may they love!” “Thank you!” Denny said as David turned and they clinked their glasses. The clink of tapping glasses filled the room as everyone began circling to find everyone and clink glasses. Soon we all brought our glasses to our mouths and sipped our champagne. I found the bubbles tickled my nose. The flavor was a little weird, but not unpleasant. We all moved closer to Dad and Darrel, hugging and kissing them with genuine joy. When we laid down in bed that night, Dwayne summed it all up very well. He whispered, “I think we are a healed family.” He smiled. “At last.” I nodded and kissed my twin, aware that my feelings for him were a lot like I thought Dad’s feelings for Darrel were. “Life is good,” I said quietly.

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Subject: straight jock boy chronicles 12 love to hear from all of you. xoxo – jasper ps. don’t forget to donate to ess … The two-hour drive back to campus was humiliating. Ryan couldn’t bare to look but would feel the bus driver’s lustful, lecherous eyes in the rear-view mirror once in a while; it’s like he was doing it on purpose, to remind the handsome, corn-fed jock what he had offered the two strangers just two-hours prior. One by one, passengers departed the bus at every grinding stop until the straight jock boy was alone. They were so close. Ryan clenched his fists. So close. Just… only… 10 more minutes. The bus pulled over to a full stop. … The bus driver couldn’t help himself. He had to feel that jock boy’s perfect body one more time before delivering him back to campus. He approached the clearly tense cadet seated in the very back row of the bus, watching the jock’s big blue watery eyes widen with anticipation and dread. How innocent and young the jock boy looked, how red his cheeks are, how tightly he clenched his square, masculine jaws, how sweet his blond head smelled – sweaty, stinky and sugary even after withstanding a deep, brutal fucking – how obedient, how compliant the boy was, how angry his eyes burned… letting the older stranger pull his sweatshirt off of his steaming body. That body, those broad, muscular shoulders, meaty pecs, large round tits, lean and taught eight-pack abs, thick arms… those large, hate-filled eyes looking up helplessly and angrily as one item of clothing got pulled off tenderly and helplessly, one after another. “Here, boy,” the bus driver whispered gently as he slowly peeled off Ryan’s underwear and socks, marveling at the naked sight before him, feeling the jock’s heat, inhaling all the sweetly-acrid scent of dried semen, sweat and saliva on the teenager’s bare skin, guiding the perfect muscle boy by his hands – feeling his nervous trembles – to his bare feet as he sat down in Ryan’s seat. The old driver whispered, patting his fat thighs, “Here, boy, sit…” Feeling the heavy mound of shaking, smooth muscle obediently lower onto his lap, not straddling him like a cheap whore, of course, but feeling those muscular, fat glutes, the long, tree-trunk thighs and thick calves draped over his own, ankles crossed and with one hand gripping the back of their seat and the other hanging on to the seat in front of them, feeling the burning heat radiating off the boy’s smooth skin and naked muscles and smelling more of the cum and ass and sex emanating from the jock’s crotch and crack, finally tasting the reluctant cadet’s closed red lips, caressing every lithe musculature on the docile boy’s hot, smooth abs, thighs, and arms, prying open as the jock’s lips with his tongue until the boy finally, finally, kissed back with hesitation, reluctance and repressed hunger. The driver was mad with desire; he loved this straight jock slut. He wanted to give Ryan everything the jock wanted, craved, desired. How adorable the muscle cadet is, nestled naked in his lap, how hot and smooth his skin felt, how sweet he tasted and how ripe and soiled he smelled… how hard his cock is, bouncing against his tight abs, turgid and red and wet in all of it’s eight-inch glory, how tight his muscles… his defined abs… how his dog tags nestled between the his full, thick pecs… Finally a soft gasp, a moan, escaped the tense boy, so willing and obedient but with eyes shut tightly with rage and shame, as the driver broke their kiss and started licking the jock’s red nipples. Gentle licks and kisses, tasting the jock boy’s sweaty, sexy sweetness as he lapped his tongue around each hard nipple, already so red and so raw from previous abuse… The driver wrapped his pudgy fingers around Ryan’s swollen cock and began stroking the writhing jock, slowly and deliberately, feeling the jock cock throb in time with every lick of a nipple, feeling the boy inhale deeply… gasping… whimpering… “(ughnn…!! oh shit… oh shit… uhgnnn!!)” Ryan could barely control his body, which quickly responded to the pleasure and started fucking the driver’s tight fist, feeling electricity shoot from his nipples down to his cock to his long, squirming toes, raising his chest and nipples to meet the greedy man’s mouth. The jock boy was complete putty, whimpering softly with contempt as he reluctantly accepted the molestation. “UGHN! UGHN!! FUCK! UGHN!” The jock cadet screamed out in pleasure as he felt the driver start nibbling and biting his nipples, one, then the other, back and forth. Licking and nibbling, biting and sucking, harder and harder; the jock boy stretched out his torso and arched his back in uncontainable pleasure, his long toes curling and flexing, his meaty legs instinctively spreading wider and wider as he fucked the man’s hand faster and faster. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK! UGHN! UGHN!! UGHN!!! Fuck. Finally. Here’s that slutty bitch. Relishing in the heaving mound of hard, sweating jock muscle splayed across his lap accompanied by sounds of panting and moaning, the driver’s switched hands stroking the writhing boy, with the other hand finding its way between the jock boy’s beefy thighs, probing past the boy’s muscular ass cheeks – not without great effort – before feeling the hot, pulsing jock hole at his finger tips. He could smell the ripeness of a used, abused hole… somehow still so tight yet so wet, so full of cum… “UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNNN!!!” Ryan shut his eyes tightly as he felt the intrusion, with one arm wrapped around the seat in front and the other hand gripping the back of the driver’s head, pushing the ravenous stranger’s mouth and teeth onto his right nipple. The jock boy threw his head back and screamed out as he felt the man’s fingers pry him open all the while milking his cock with the same, slow deliberation and steadiness. “Fuck, boy…” The driver grunted as he gnawed harder on the jock’s nipple, feeling the smooth, hot hole open up again… so much cum he was holding in. A third finger. “UGHN! FUCK! UGHNN! UGHNN! OH GOD!!” Both of the jock boy’s legs are now in the air, his size-13 feet planted and pushing against the bus’ low ceiling, as he endured the finger-fucking, his hole automatically sucking on those fat fingers, his ass cheeks clenching and unclenching with every insertion. Clear precum coated the jock’s cock head and the man’s hand. The bus instantly smelled like ass and cum. The 180 degree turn from the docile boy of barely a minute ago to a sex-addicted bottom whore was radical, the driver relished, as Ryan thrashed about, his pathetic whimpers climbing in pitch and volume. “Sweet boy, don’t worry… I’m not going to fuck you… your ass milked all the cum out of my cock for tonite…” The driver kissed the jock’s red lips tenderly, feeling the wild jock buckle on his lap, the throbbing cock between his hand, the wet hole sucking on his fingers. Breaking the kiss: “Unless you beg me to…” “(No…!)” Ryan whined. He wanted it so bad. The fingers felt so fucking good. He was so hard again. So hard still. Just… just fuck me again… please… please… more… The blond jock, blushing so hard from desire and stimulation, looked to be on the verge of tears with his big, wet blue eyes, pleading, begging. resisting… “No! UGNN!!!” “Oh, sweet boy,” The driver chuckled greedily; he knew exactly what the jock really wants and kisses the boy deeply, jamming a fourth finger into the boy’s open and wet pussy, swallowing the boy’s girlish moans and feeling the jock’s cock throb even harder, now so wet with precum that just won’t stop dribbling out. “Up…” Hoisting the sweaty man-boy on his feet with much effort, all the while keeping his fingers inside that insatiable, now cum-leaking, hole, the driver briefly relished in the sight before him – a corn-fed, naked jock boy, chiseled and masculine, athletic and muscular, sweaty and hard, panting and angry – before pushing Ryan’s red, cherubic face against the window. With one leg kneeling on the seats and the other leg extended on the floor, the jock whore automatically arched his back as he felt fingers fucking him, harder and harder, faster and faster. deeper and deeper Feeling the overweight man behind him, lips and teeth on his neck and shoulders, Ryan gripped the ledges of the windows with both hands, feeling his balls swell and boil with fresh jock cum as the man stroked Erzincan Escort his cock faster and faster from behind. “UGHN!N! UGHNN! PLEASE! UGHN!N! I’m… I’m… gonna… gonna…!” Ryan trembled in shame and lust, his eyes desperately shut because he couldn’t bear to look at their reflection in the window, choking down his pathetic words: Just… just fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!!! The pace of stroking and fingering suddenly slowed to an agonizing pace. The driver could feel the shaking mound of muscled jock ass clenching desperately around on his hand, the hungry, cum-filled hole quivering sucking hungrily on his fingers. He inhaled deeply the jock’s masculine scent filled of precum, of old cum, of ass, of feet, of musky armpits, of sweet ripeness. “Do you want it boy? Beg…!” “UGHN! Please… just…” The jock boy bit his lips as he pushed his ass back wildly, fighting the words: Just… fuck me. Rape me. Breed me… don’t you want to?! Why won’t you just fuck me?!?! “Say it, boy…” The driver let go of Ryan’s wet cock, delighting in the cruel withholding and the boy’s desperate, dissatisfied groan. How amazing this boy smelled. How amazing that hole felt around his fingers. How that thick and hot cock throbbed in his hand. Ryan was almost crying from desire and exasperation. He wanted it so badly. To cum. To be full again… to be fucked. “PLEASE!! Just…!” Ryan could barely catch his breath as he fucked himself on the man’s four fingers when he heard the driver unbuckling his belt. He pressed his sweaty forehead against the steamy window pane. Just… yes… yes… yes… fuck me… breed me… “Say it, boy…” The driver withdrew his fingers from the jock’s hungry hole… dribbles of cum leaked out. “PLEASE!!!!!” Ryan, filled with rage and desperation, resentment and humiliation, pushed his ass back against the hot air between him and the driver, fucking nothing and feeling so, so empty as cum continued to leak out of his hole. He spread his legs as wide as the space allowed, arched his back as deeply as he could. Just fuck me… just fuck me… just fuck me… fuck me…!! “Beg, boy…” The driver whispered as he licked and tasted the nape of the jock’s neck, his hands now hungrily massaging every sweaty, muscular sinew of the jock’s squirming torso, of those abs, cupping hard those full pecs, feeling the hard nipples throb in his palms… Ryan’s whole body shook and convulsed with dissatisfaction and contempt – cock dripping, hole agape, knuckles white and toes curled. The boy swallowed deeply as tears of shame finally trickled from his big, blue eyes. “(Fu… fuck… fuck me…!)” Ryan angrily grunted. His naked body was completely coated in sweat. So… hungry… so in need of cock… of domination… of pain… “Say it, boy…” “(Please…)” “Beg, son…” The driver was so cruel. Ryan swallowed his shame spread his legs even further, his glistening muscular body writhing and responding so, so addictively to the humiliation. “Please… fuck me…” “What was that, boy?” Ryan pressed his forehead against the window… so humiliated… so turned on… more tears trickled down his red, flustered cheeks as he grunted between shallow breaths. “Please… fuck me…!” “Can’t hear you son…” Ryan’s hard cock swung between his muscular thighs. His smooth, pink hole so empty, so open… his thighs wet with old cum leaking from his hole. He whimpered as he felt the driver press his fat torso and hard cock, still clothed, against his back, and ass, as tormenting hands continued to grope his rock-hard pecs and abs, spreading his jock sweat into every defined, muscled groove of his athletic body. “Say it again…” “FUCK… UGHN! JUST… FUCK ME!” Ryan was hyperventilating as he choked back sobs of hate and shame as he ground his ass against the driver’s crotch, hard and wild, his dog tags dangling and clashing against the window. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!!” “Again, boy…” “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!!” “More, boy!” “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!!” “MORE!” “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!!” “Now now… easy boy…” The driver whispered as he reached down and pulled off his belt. “(FUCK ME!)” Ryan whimpered and gasped in relief, arching his back even deeper and spreading his tree-trunk legs as wide as the bus seats would allow, presenting his pink, hairless hole in all its hungry glory, wet and puckering. Finally… yes… yes… yes… salvation… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… “Not so fast, son…” The man suddenly looped his belt around the jock boy’s neck, tightening it as he slapped and caressed and slapped again and again the jock’s perfect, round ass. “On your knees…” “PLEASE! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!!” “Not so fast, boy. On. Your. Knees.” “PLEASE! JUST… FUCK ME!!!! FUCK ME!!!! PLEASE… FUCK ME!!!!” “I SAID: ON YOUR KNEES!” “UGHN!” Ryan’s entire body turned crimson with bitter rage and indignant frustration. BUT I BEGGED!!!!!!!! His whole body was burning to take a hard fucking, to feel the pain of penetration, to explode with pent up sexual energy as he strained against the belt. Bitter tears poured as he felt his body pushed to the floor. But I begged for it…! I begged! I… “UGHN! FUCK! FUCK YOU! UGHN!!!!!!” The driver started pulling on the belt, dragging his naked, sweaty muscle jock – crawling on all fours – towards the front of the bus. Yes, he knew what Ryan really wanted, what he really needed. Yes, he wanted so badly to fuck and breed the jock boy again like he had done two hours ago, to take him home, to worship that perfect body, to fuck him over and over and over, to make love to the most perfect and beautiful straight jock boy he’d met… to kiss him and lick him from head to toe… to do it all over the next morning and day and night. No… he knew he simply couldn’t satisfy this gorgeous, insatiable slut cadet. “STOP! WAIT! UGHN! STOP!” Ryan screamed as he got dragged like a dog. His eyes widened in terror and lust as the driver opened the door. His voice hoarse from screaming and the tightening belt tugging around his neck. “UGHN! STOP! PLEASE!” “Come on, sweet boy…” The driver ignored Ryan as he pulled the struggling boy out into the cold, dragging the jock’s naked, steaming body awkwardly down the few steps of the bus onto the paved road. Ryan hated that he was so turned on by this degrading treatment, and his raging hard cock bounced between his meaty thighs with every step. On the pavement, Ryan suddenly froze in place on all fours. Not due to the cold night air, but because he saw the three large cargo trucks lined up on the side of the road, with more approaching in the distant. His cock throbbed and hole quivered, his knees and hands hurt from the rough road. He was terrified, aroused, degraded, turned on… “Wait… what… what… are you doing?!?!” Ryan trembled with fear and uncontainable excitement as his cock bounced in the night cold between his legs, practically leaking and spitting precum – leaking and dripping – while his hole instantly agape and clenched and agape again and again. His face looked so young and innocent in the moonlight. “UGHN!” Without a word, the driver tugged on his belt-leash and approached the back of the truck parked in front of the bus, pounding loudly on the metallic door of the cargo-hold. Silence. More pounding. Silence. More pounding. Shuffling. Clanking of locks. Ryan was shaking with fear and anxious excitement and anticipation. “You again, grandpa?” Ryan couldn’t bear to look up as he heard the door unlock and open, with a gruff voice intoning. Staring down at the pavement, the sweaty, teenage jock was near hyperventilation as he Erzincan Escort Bayan felt new eyes on his naked body. A second voice: “Well, well, well… and where the fuck did you find this pretty little piece?” Ryan yelped as he felt a tug on his belt-leash. “Please… ughnn!!! Please…!” A third voice: “You did good, grandpa…” “UGHN! STOP! STOP! STOP! PLEASE!! UGHNN! UGHNNN!!!” As he handed over the jock by and his jock leash, the driver watched the naked cadet instinctively trying to fight off the three burly truckers, one pulling hard on Ryan’s leash-belt while two others wrestled the muscular, flailing limbs into the back of the cargo truck. One man managed to gain control over the fighting athlete by grabbing Ryan’ by his full balls. Hard. The jock buckled, and his immediate, feral screams were muffled by a gloved hand, and the pressure from the leash belt quickly replaced by a thick, muscular arm in the form of a chokehold. The driver watched in awe as the jock’s long, tree-trunk legs kicked and thrashed at nothing, his heaving pecs and abs so incredibly defined in struggle – his rock-hard jock cock spitting precum as he got manhandled and dominated – as the naked, teenage jock got dragged deep inside the back of the truck. This is all for you, sweet boy… “Ya’ll fuck him hard. He won’t break I promise. Pretty little bitch loves it.” … Did I black out? Ryan couldn’t remember as he snapped to, surrounded by sounds of chains clanging around him. Foggy and lost, completely off balance, the jock boy looked up and saw the driver’s old, lustful face on top of his own and immediately cried out as he quickly regained his senses, suddenly feeling the pain and pleasure, sounds of spit and lube, the smell of ass and cum. Of balls slapping against taint. Of skin against skin. His own… He was getting fucked. Hard. “UGHN! OH GOD! FUCK! UGH!NN UGHNNN!! OH GOD! UGNNN!!!” Ryan cried out. He couldn’t move. He was on his back, and his wrists and ankles were restrained, suspended in air. He, for a split second, couldn’t recognize how, but he was getting fucked. So deep and hard. He couldn’t close his legs, which were spread wide with a clothed man slamming a thick cock in and out of his hole mercilessly. He had no control of his body, which somehow slammed back against every thrust. So, so… so hard… so… deep… so… good. All he could smell were sweat and cum and ass and spit and sex. It was pitch dark save a flickering bulb dangling above and the sounds of his hoarse screams and high-pitched whimpers. “UGHN! OH GOD! FUCK! UGH!NN UGHNNN!! OH GOD! UGNNN!!!” Ryan felt rough, gloved hands gripping his waist as he felt that familiar sensation of a hard cock swelling even harder inside him, ramming so deep inside his jock hole… that familiar feeling of an erupting cock buried so deep inside his jock pussy, filling him with cum. The grunt of a man as he orgasmed. The feeling of being out of control, of being used, being fucked, being raped… of an erupting cock filling him deeply. “UGHN! OH GOD! FUCK! UGH!NN UGHNNN!! OH GOD! UGNNN!!!” Ryan threw his head back as he fought against his own body, knowing full well that thick, jock cum suddenly shot out of his cock and balls, feeling a stranger’s cock unloading inside him as spurts of his own cum hit his chest and chin and neck and face. His wrists were numb as he felt and grabbed the chains that bound him. His legs were numb. His ass was on fire, sore, aching, full… The jock boy winced and grunted as the spent cock got uncaringly ripped out of his boy pussy, his whole body quivering with pleasure. Covered in sweat and fresh cum. Ryan was gasping for air as his body buckled and thrashed with post-orgasmic pleasure as more cum dribbled on to his defined abs. “UGHN! UGHNN!! OH GOD! UGHNN! FUCK!!! UGHNNN!!!!” “Easy, boy, easy…” The driver cooed as he kissed the writhing jock, steadying the boy in the leather sling, noting the teenage jock’s legs shaking in the air. “You liked number seven, didn’t you, boy?” Ryan was horrified. He couldn’t navigate his new reality: the incredible feeling of getting fucked and bred, of cumming so hard handsfree, and his shackled state, his vulnerability, his insatiable craving, his perversity… his first sling. His eyes burned with rage, wet with shame and crazed lust. He was high and delirious. His balls dry, his nipples raw, his cock aching. He knew he’d blacked out at some point, but he could still hear the chains clanking, still feel the numbness of his wrists and ankles, the bus driver’s lips on his own, kissing him, tasting him from above. Memories slowly flashed back, of the men dragging him by his balls, of gasping for air in that chokehold, of getting hoisted into the sling, of the leather restraints tightening around his wrists and ankles, of his own pathetic, girlish cry when the first man slammed his cock inside his boy pussy, of the pain, of his own girlish whimpers, of the dehumanizing snickering around him, of the door opening and slamming shut, of the cold, night air filling the stuffy, sweat- and cum-filled space… of the sounds of fucking, of being treated like a hole, of the satisfaction of milking a man’s cock dry with his ass, of the pain of another cock entering him, of everything on repeat, over and over, man after man lined up between his splayed legs, of the indescribable shame and humiliation he felt, of the insatiable hunger for more and more. Again and again. “UGHNNN! UGHNNN!” The jock gasped as yet another cock shoved past his sphincter and brought him out of his flashing memories and back to current reality. The driver noted, man after man, how hard the boy’s cock would jump and throb, how wet and glistening his cock head would get from precum with every new cock. Yes, the masochist boy craved the moment of penetration, of getting fucked for the first time, of getting raped. The pain. That moment of intrusion… yes… And his wildness… after the initial shy whimpers and grimaced readjustment to a new cock, the sex-crazed slut emerged on cue. “UGHNNN! UGHNNN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER! CUM IN ME! CUM! CUM INSIDE ME!!! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!!!!!!!” “Fuck that sweet boy ass… fuck it…” The driver, through the jock’s whimpers and screams, could hear the teenage cadet’s hole open up with every thrust of a new cock, wetter and sloppier after yet another load dumped inside, though clearly desperately trying to hold all of that cum inside afterwards. Man after man… everyone groaned at how tight and hot the boy’s pussy is. The tightest hole they’d ever fucked… How they can fuck as hard and rough as they want… How he just won’t break… how deep they can cum… Nobody even touched his perfectly sculpted body, save the occasional choker, slapper, feet licker. Nobody cared about how handsomely cherubic he was, how beautifully symmetrical and chiseled his face was, how ripped and muscular his body, how thick his legs, how his toes curled in the air, how flushed his face was, how sweet his body smelled despite all the sweat and cum… Nobody cared how his nipples perked up with every cock. Nobody cared how loud he screamed and wailed and moaned, how he squealed like a piggish slut, how he whimpered girlishly every time the driver nibbled on his nipples and tasted his red lips. Nobody cared how wildly he came – again and again – how the grooves of his abs became a river of his own jock cum. Nobody cared the driver was there, tasting the shackled jock’s fresh sweat and cum. Nobody leaned in to kiss the cadet. Nobody noticed the dog tags dangling around his neck. Nobody cared about the jock boy. Nobody gave a shit about pleasuring the jock whore. He was just a hole, a live toy, into which to dump their loads… … The half-asleep night guard failed to recognize anything off with the jock boy as he checked back in, no acknowledgment of the way he smelled – reeking of sex, ass and cum – nor the way he slowly ambled down the hallway… Every step hurt… every step made his muscular body tremble… every step made the crazed jock boy bite his lips, swallowing gasps and stifled whimpers as he finally made it inside the bathroom. Sockless, Ryan’s toes curled inside his stinky running shoes as he closed the door behind him. He left the lights off, wishing there was a lock on the door. A new coat of sweat Escort Erzincan covered the jock boy, soaking through his tight tank top and sweatshirt. In a few hours his fellow cadets would be up. The jock boy couldn’t wait any longer as he stumbled into the shower stall, tearing off his sweat-soaked clothes, kicking off his shoes and falling on his knees. Sweating so hard, the jock boy turned on the water… his eight-inch cock somehow still so red and turgid and raw and sore… He bit his lower lips as he reached behind, feeling the rawness of his ass cheeks – red with handprints – as he groaned, whimpering louder as his fingers gingerly traced his sweaty, smooth ass crack, moaning deeply as trembling fingertips found the end of the giant, black butt plug… With every throb of his cock, the jock’s hole sucked on the plug tighter, harder, pulling it deeper inside the insatiable teenage jock cadet… Feeling the hot water pour over his abused, muscular body, the kneeling jock boy spread his legs as wide as he could, with an expertly-arched back and curled toes, resting his forehead against the steaming, tiled wall. How low he felt… the degradation… the shame… the anger… the pain… the abuse… all the men… all their cocks… how much his body loved every second of being in the back of that truck, in that sling. He doesn’t even remember how he got dressed or how he ended up back at the barracks on campus, realizing only that he wished he was still in that sling. He remembered the driver’s old, wrinkled face atop his own… tasting still the old man’s lips on his own, feeling the calloused hands on his cum-soaked torso, his flabby arms cradling him as he got raped. He could only remember the emptiness he felt after the last man had shot his load inside him, how open he’d felt, how he’d begged for more, to cum again… hearing his own pathetic voice squealing for more… He could only remember how hot it was in the back of that truck, sticky, sweaty hot… how naked he was… He could barely remember the driver loosening the restraints around his ankles and wrists, how the old man’s hands molested his sweaty, spent body as he was lowered off of the sweat- and cum-soaked sling. How much he wanted to just cum one more time… just one more time… How cum leaked from his jock pussy… how hot the cum felt trickling down his crack and ass and thighs… how desperate he was to hold it in… how the truck driver kissed him, how large that plug felt when the driver first pushed it against his cummy, worn hole… how he wept and sobbed in the driver’s arms as he felt the driver push the plug deeper, how he wanted just another real cock, how he realized it was all over, how desperately empty he felt despite everything, how hungry he still felt, how insatiable he was, how much he hated himself for wanting more… how raw his spent cock felt rubbing against the driver’s clothes, how he sobbed with regret as he laid there beneath his sling with his knees up and feet on the cold floor, how his body trembled as he felt the entirety of the plug got shoved inside him, how he wept feeling the driver’s tongue on his lips, his face, his neck, his shoulders, pecs, abs, armpits… cock, balls, thighs, calves, bruised ankles, feet, toes, soles… how he clenched and unclenched his hole, feeling that large plug push in deeper, but frustratingly no further. … The driver knew he’d hit the jackpot with Ryan. Though he, too, had lost track of how many men had fucked and bred the jock boy after 10 or 15, he remembered every time the jock boy came while getting in that sling… how the boy had begged to cum for a fifth time after everyone had left, how… sweaty and delicious he smelled, how submissive, how crazed the boy was as he lowered Ryan from the sling. He knew Ryan was delirious and high, but he was surprised at how insatiable the boy still was. “(fuck me… fuck me… fuck me sir… fuck me daddy… breed me…!) UGHNN! UGHNNN!!!!!” “Soon, sweet boy…” The driver kissed the boy deeply as he reached down between Ryan’s thighs and slowly shoved a giant butt plug into Ryan’s abused and leaking hole, relishing in the boy’s yelp and gasp, feeling the hot, soiled body beneath his own, panting, heaving with pleasure and dread. The jock was sobbing uncontrollably as the driver tasted the teenager’s body, licking him clean of cum and sweat, relishing in the boy’s masculine musk, of his sweet cum, of his smooth, hot skin, of his rank armpits, of the funk between his toes. “Keep all this in for daddy, ok son? Keep it all in for me… we’ll get you back for another round soon…” … Ryan tentatively traced the round edge of the giant butt plug wedged between his muscular ass cheeks and embedded so deeply inside his boy pussy. With much reluctance and determination, the straight jock bit his lower lip, startling himself with the guttural cries and girlish whimpers, as he struggled to pull out the butt plug. So wide, so long, so deeply shoved inside him… Ryan struggled against the vacuum hold his hole had on the plug; the jock boy wanted so badly to just keep the toy inside himself, to keep him full, to… to… No. No. NO! “GUHNNNN!!!!!” Ryan gritted his teeth as he grunted, finally managing to rip the huge plug out of his hole, feeling its every millimeter both in girth and length, hearing and feeling the wet, squishy plop as the fat tip of the giant plug finally popped out of his hungry, sloppy hole. “UGHNN! UHNN! FUCK… fuck… fuck!!!” Immediately regretting what he’d done, feeling the emptiness and all the cum trickling out of his gaping hole, the jock instinctively shoved the plug back inside, making himself squeal at the intrusion. Just, just once more… just… one more time… Ryan sat back on his ass, feeling the fullness invade his hole once again as he pulled his knees up to his chest and got on his feet, holding on to the towel bar on the tiled wall as he squatted down as low as he could, hanging on for balance as he felt his ass cheeks against the hot, wet tiles beneath him, and finally whimpering as he felt the edge of the plug pressing against the tiled floor. The crazed, teenage jock – overwhelmed with pleasure – didn’t even know spurts of jock cum had already shot out of his bouncing, eight-inch rock-hard cock. No. He needed more than to cum… more than empty balls, more than an aching cock… “UGHN! UGHNN!” The naked jock fucked himself, riding that plug like his teenage life depended on it, his long toes gripping on the wet tiles beneath as he arched his back and slammed his ass onto the plug, again and again, grinding deeper and deeper, over and over, harder and harder, until he felt that uncontrollable heat and pleasure swirl deep inside his ass. Seeing stars and sparks and feeling a final wave of pleasure imminent, Ryan sat back on crossed ankles and pressed the plug against his right heel, grinding against himself deeper as he stretched his muscular, perfect torso back on the wet floor, feeling the plug rub against the deepest part of himself as he writhed like a cheap slut on the wet, tiled floor. His spent cock – red hot and still hard – throbbed in the air, pointing towards the downpour of hot water. Gagging and suffocating under the water, Ryan cried as his fingers and thumbs found their way to his swollen, raw and abused nipples. Pinching, squeezing, pulling, tugging. “OH GOD!! UGHNNNN! UGHNNNN! UGHNNNN! UGHNNNN! ” He couldn’t breathe. It’s like he was being choked all over again. Ryan’s jock body writhed like he had no more control of his jock body, fucking himself and riding that plug against his own heel, sobbing with the pain and pleasure from his ass and nipples as he finally felt that anal orgasm surge and take over his entire body. … two months later… FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Where is it?! Where is it?! Where the fuck is it?! Ryan was covered in sweat. Fresh from the gym, the jock boy rifled through the bin underneath his bed holding underwear and socks. It’s not here. It’s not here…! Since that weekend in the city… the bus… that night in the truck, the jock boy had tucked away the butt plug, only allowing himself to only grip with his hands once in a while when alone, feeling it’s massive girth and its heaviness, smelling the remnants of his ass and strangers’ cum on it. In the few moments of being alone between classes and workouts, or in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, Ryan would suck on it, taste it… feel his hole and cock throb and quiver… before shoving it back inside the bin, burying it with his socks and underwear. … Where is it?! Where is it?! Where the fuck is it?! … TBC.

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Subject: The Jogger (5) This is a fiction story about an possible incident that may have happened while i was on the beach recently. I was on the beach and a HOtt jogger passed by me. I glanced at him, he glanced back. But that was it. I should have gotten some… LOL. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THe Jogger: 2nd Run (part 2) “I wanted to thank you for giving me a lift buddy” Paulo said. Then he dropped his towel in front of me. Needless to say I dropped my beer. Paulo came over to me and looked down at me. “I Know you would like some of this.” He said “I could tell when you were looking at me in the car. And I’m horny also” I looked up at his thick uncut cock that just hung there before me. It was gorgeous. Thick and dark with a fat vein trailing along the top from the based to just below tha encased head. I wanted so much to grab it. but didnt dare. That is ubtil Paulo urged me on to do so. “Go on touch my big cock” he said in that deep accent he had. “Feel the soft skin that surrounds the shaft” I took a breathe, then reached up at place my hand on his heavy cock. I could feel The warmth of his shaft against my hand. I moved up the shaft. gentle caressing the thick slab. Then i moved Diyarbakır Escort down the shaft, and it twitched under me. I swallowed hard as i moved in closer to this hot man. His big cock was just inches from me now. I gazed at it intently. Studying the veins and thickness. I wrapped my hand around the thing and gently stroke Paulo’s cock. I could fell it throb in my fingers as i pulled on it slowly. “Go on” He said. “Suck” I opened my mouth and placed Paulo thick uncut slab into my mouth, He wasnt even hard yet and he was already filling my mouth. I pushed down a good 5 inches onto his cock. my mouth was open pretty wide. My tongue moived along the underside of his huge cock and i was drooling profusely over it. I could hear Paulo moaning above me. His hand felt for my head and i could sense his hips starting to thrust lightly at my mouth as i continued to suck on his cock. The big fukker continued to grow as i slobbered on it. It was hardening and thickening even more. as i tried to take more of him into my hungry mouth. I had to start taking breathes in between slurbs because the large cock was blocking my wind pipe. I grabbed onto his huge cock, which had to be about 9 inches and licked the head. There was Diyarbakır Escort Bayan precum on the tip of his dick. I had to lap it up and taste his goo. It was great. Meanwhile he moaned again, louder still. “Yeah man” He said “Yer mouth feels sooo good on my cock man. Suck it real good buddy” I greedily swallowed his cock back into my mouth again. Down, down i went. yet I still could not reach the base. It was too wide to take it all in my mouth. But I relished in Paulo’s cock none the less. I reached up and pulled on one of his nipples and Paulo groaned again. “Aawweee, Gooood man. Do that some more” I complied and grabbed for it again. gently tugging and twisting on Paulo’s tit while i sucked down his big cock. I had all but forgotten about my own raging cock in all this. I pulled off his dick and started to pull at my clothes, Paulo helped me from my shirt and i started to drop my pants. He pushed me down onto the sofa and took my dick into his hand and started to stroke me now. It didnt take long for me to reach my full 7 inches. Then Paulo took my cock into his mouth and started to suck on my dick now. “‘Uugghnnmm” I moaned. My hand was now on his head as he sucked my dick down. “Feels great Escort Diyarbakır Paulo” I moaned. You are soo fucking Hot man. I had to have you” “I know” he replied. “So Now we are going to have the sex. ” Paulo Pulled me to my feet and pulled me close to him. He kissed me. Our tongues all over one another. He held me there for several minutes as we just made out. The after the heavy face sucking, he pulled me back down to the floor and he lay down on his back. “Suck my dick, and I’ll suck your man” he said. I crawled up on top of Paulo in a 69 and grabbed for his cock. He in turn grabbed mine. We started sucking each other for all we wer worth. My mouth and tongue drooling spit all over his heavy cock, ans his mouth on my cock. I tried again to get all his cock into my throat. Still no way. this guy was just too thick. Then I felt Paulo’s wet finger at my ass, His digit circled my hole several times. Then after a good 5 or so traces around my hole he plunged 2 figers up into my ass. I thrust my cock into his face. He gagged slightly, but continued to dhove his fingers into my ass. “Sssooooo Good” I moaned. “Suck my dick Paulo. ohhhh, Ughhnn ughnnn” I just heard him slobbering on my cock. “Do that to my ass stud” I cried. His fingers were finding those special places deep in my ass and my body twitched and shivered everytime he flicked at my prostate. We were at this for a while before I couldnt take it anymore and begged him to fuck me… +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ to be continued

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Subject: “A Trial Of Strength” – Part 142 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 142 By Rob Williams IN THIS CHAPTER: The mind games begin. Adam to Hassan: “I have to be your equal, man. You have to surrender your ass before you can have my boy.” Hassan to Adam: “I’m taking you to a place you’ve never been. A man as beautiful as you should learn to make love to himself.” Both men to Nate: “We figure we could share a boy who could service two horny, macho studs. It’d be like serving two masters. You up for that, boy?” *************** A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – CHAPTER 142 � “Mind Games � Hassan, Adam & Nate” Hassan had been alone in his small house in the hills, brooding about Nate. He was close to loving the boy, but he knew Nate was Adam’s boy and he was determined not to mess with that. So he had been surprised when Adam visited with a proposition for him. “Here’s the deal, Hassan. Nate and I … we love each other. I think of him as my boy and so does he. But the thing is … I live seven thousand miles away and only get to L.A. a couple of times a month so I kind of worry about him and … well, I’d really like him to have someone special who’d look out for him, love him and … treat him as his boy. He needs someone he can look up to as a master. “Now, it’s clear he’s nuts about you. He told me all about his fantastic night with you, the military fantasy you took him on … (which sounds really hot, by the way … love to see that myself one day). Anyway, what I’m trying to say is … hell, man, I would be honored if you would ask Nate to be your boy too, let him look on you as his master. I know that sounds unusual, a boy having two masters, and I haven’t discussed anything with him yet, but …” “Yes!” Hassan cut him off. “Yes, of course I will. I’m the one who would be honored to have Nate as my boy.” So it was settled, and Adam called Nate and asked him to come up to Hassan’s house, though he didn’t say why. Nate was working for the next couple of hours, so it was arranged that he would come up after that. With that settled Adam stood up. “OK, then, buddy. Well, I guess I should leave you alone and come back later.” Hassan gave him a searching look. “Why? Why not stay `til Nate gets here. Sit down, man. Listen, you and I don’t know each other all that well, so don’t you think we should get better acquainted? After all, we are gonna be co-masters, if that word even exists.” “Sure … sure, I’d like that.” Adam grinned. “And I’ll do my damnedest to keep my hands off you while we wait.” “Why do you have to do that?” Surprised, Adam looked at Hassan, sprawled in the chair in his usual old military fatigue pants and tank top. Adam said, “You are a spectacular man, buddy, but of course you know that. Shit, the minute I first laid eyes on you down at the house I got an instant hard-on.” “Yeah, well you should talk, man. I mean I …” Hassan actually blushed. “Hell, I might as well be honest with you, man. Yesterday when we all walked through that gate and saw you hanging there naked, so fucking gorgeous with cum running down your incredible body and your chest striped with whip-marks … well, OK, I creamed my shorts … I busted my load just looking at you. That’s one reason I left so soon after. I knew I could never compete with that.” “You know what they say,” Adam grinned, “if you can’t beat `em join `em. And since we’re being so brutally honest I have a confession. Last night in bed Nate gave me such a graphic description of you in your military gear … fatigues, boots, tight tank and sleeveless army shirt … that my cock was raging. I could have blown my wad right there, so I flipped Nate over and fucked him hard. Now, Nate is a great fuck, but I have to confess that when I shot my load I got a mental glimpse of that spectacular solider watching me cum.” “I’m flattered,” Hassan laughed. “Well at least now we know how we’re gonna pass the next couple of hours `til Nate gets here. Why settle for imagination? You wanna see that soldier in the flesh? Wait right here, buddy.” *************** As he sat waiting, the more Adam thought about the arrangement the more convinced he was that it would be perfect for Nate, a boy who brought out all Adam’s protective instincts. Nate’s absence of ego, lack of vanity, set him apart from the other boys, who were all well aware of their beauty. They had been told so often by their masters, and the mere fact of having been chosen by spectacular men like Randy, Bob, Mark, Zack was enough to boost any boy’s ego. But Nate had no such booster … and he didn’t seem to care. Sure, Mark and Jamie loved him and would always look out for him, but Jamie was Mark’s boy … they had each other. Nate had the lowest seniority in the house and Adam felt that he needed a man who protected him, a man he could look up to, who would give him a real sense of security. And Adam was sure Hassan was that man. He obviously had great affection for Nate and, apart from anything else, it was time Hassan had a boy of his own. Shit, when word got out that Nate had two masters, Adam and the gorgeous Hassan, his esteem in the house would go through the roof. `Wonder how Pablo will feel about that?’ Adam mused. There was, however, one small, jarring note deep in Adam’s mind where he couldn’t quite accept the idea of Nate being tied up and fucked by the stunning Marine. Nate had obviously been blown away by the incredible fantasy Hassan had taken him on and Adam felt a twinge of … what … jealousy? `Nah,’ he laughed to himself. He felt secure in the love he shared with Nate and he instantly dismissed any idea of competition with Hassan. Still he couldn’t get the image of the dominant Marine out of his mind … when suddenly … “Oooh shit,” he moaned out loud. It was the man himself, like a pornographic icon, stepping out onto the deck. It was exactly as Nate had described … the rugged, muscular soldier in military fatigues and boots, a sweat-stained khaki tank stretched over his perfect chest and over that a frayed, sleeveless Marine shirt. When Adam regained his breath he was about to speak to him … but to his surprise Hassan ignored him. In fact Hassan was following his usual off-duty routine of a brief workout before his midday meal. It usually included push-ups, followed by chin-ups from the lintel above the patio entrance. Adam gazed in silent awe as Hassan strode out to the patch of lawn in front of the house and fell forward onto his hands. Effortlessly he went into a long set of push-ups, his shoulders and biceps bulging as they flexed hard in the hot midday sun. Adam stared down at the flared back and lats, tapering down to a slim waist, rising up into the two hard globes of his ass outlined under the thin fabric of the worn fatigues. Hassan was doing something he rarely did … showing off. Normally he knew how to keep his beauty low-key, underplaying it to minimize the head-turning effect he had on people. But now he wanted to impress Adam … wanted to prove that Adam had made the right choice of master for Nate. Hassan wanted to look his muscular best, to be worthy of both Adam and Nate … and he knew just how to do it. He sprang to his feet, his smooth, olive skin now gleaming with a sheen of sweat, and threw off his shirt. The tank, wet with sweat, clung to his sculpted torso, showing every contour of his perfect chest. He reached up to the lintel above the patio entrance and, just as effortlessly as before, he began a series of chin-ups, just a few feet in front of Adam sprawled in his chair, his hand stroking the now-huge bulge in his jeans. At last Adam found his voice. “Jesus Christ that is fucking spectacular, man. You’re like every guy’s wet-dream of a macho soldier … straight out of an erotic drawing. Shit, it’s awesome. I’m starting to feel envious of Nate. He’s gonna feast his eyes on you every time he’s with you, lucky young dude.” Hassan ignored Adam as he pulled himself up and down, sweat pouring down onto his pants, forming a wet patch over the bulge at his crotch. The pants now clung tightly round the shape of his cock that stretched long and hard almost up to his belt. Adam couldn’t hold back. He dropped to his knees and as the outline of the huge rod rose and fell in front of his face he licked the bulge in the coarse fabric, tasting, smelling the rancid, sweaty cock underneath. His own cock was raging in his jeans and he knew it would explode if he didn’t stop. So he sprang to his feet and clamped his hands round Hassan’s face, forcing him to drop from the lintel and stand in front of him. The two men were staring at each other and inevitably their faces came together in a ravenous embrace, tongue pressing hard against tongue, exploring the soft, warm membrane of the mouth. Their bodies pressed against each other chest to chest, the bulge of their cocks grinding against each other. Feeling the pressure of Hassan’s cock Adam suddenly, unaccountably, had a vivid image of the long shaft sliding in and out of Nate’s ass. God, it must have driven Nate wild … as it did Adam, but for a different reason. His voice was more of a growl now as he said, “That’s the cock that fucked my boy’s ass. How did that feel, Hassan?” “Incredible,” Hassan breathed. “Such a young, inexperienced ass, so eager, so needy. He loved getting fucked by me, man. We fucked a lot, and then he slept all night in my arms.” Suddenly Adam felt something close to anger and pulled away, his eyes flashing. But when he looked at the gentle half-smile on Hassan’s face he knew. He knew that Hassan was deliberately painting an erotic picture … testing him. With this vision of his boy nestled in Hassan’s arms, could Adam still be willing to accept Hassan as Nate’s master, knowing how completely Nate would fall in love with this irresistible man? The original concept had seemed like a good idea … but the graphic reality with all its sexual implications was something else. Hassan smiled at him. “Second thoughts, Adam? I can imagine how hard this is for you, but you have to be sure. Here, Diyarbakır Escort maybe this will help.” He pulled Adam against him again and held his wrists, pulling his hands toward him and guiding them round him until the palms rested on the hard mounds of Hassan’s ass through the fatigues. Instinctively Adam closed his fingers round the perfect globes . Hassan smiled. “That’s it Adam … I knew you would understand. See, I really want to be Nate’s master, but it has to be with your blessing. And I’m prepared to offer you whatever is necessary to make you feel comfortable with the idea. Yes, I fucked Nate’s ass and I will again. But now it’s your turn. You have to really know me in the way that counts most.” Adam gazed into the exotic, slanted eyes and understood everything. And his cock reared up in his pants, pulsing in anticipation. *************** Adam walked behind Hassan and pushed him gently inside the house. The soldier offered no resistance. Once inside Adam saw immediately what he needed and guided Hassan to the opposite wall, facing a full-length mirror. He saw over Hassan’s shoulder the reflection of a tall, handsome, powerfully built Marine in fatigues, boots and a sweaty tank top. An overhead spotlight made his muscles gleam as they flexed in preparation for what he knew was coming. Adam’s order rang with military precision. “Assume the position, soldier!” Hassan spread his legs and stretched his arms rigidly forward, bracing himself with his hands on the wall either side of the mirror. The position made his ass stick out prominently, vulnerable. Standing behind him Adam put his hands lightly on Hassan’s neck, then ran them over his rock-hard shoulders, down over the sloping lats, then up over the back of the tank, feeling the back muscles rippling under the thin cotton. “Shit damn…” Adam held his breath, willing himself not to bust his load in his jeans. “Oh, man, you are perfect, so fucking hot. Now I see why Mark lusted for you when you chained him in that cell and tortured him, why he’s still in love with you today. I find your beauty intimidating, but I have to be your equal, man. You have to surrender your ass to me before you can have my boy.” His voice rose. “Jesus Christ, man, I need to fuck that gorgeous ass!” In one swift move he reached round, ripped open the fatigue pants and pulled them down. He gasped as he saw the hard, white globes of the soldier’s naked ass, outlined top and bottom by a sharp tan-line. It was a spectacular ass. Adam yanked open his own jeans and his cock reared out, stiff as a pole. He didn’t need to hold it. He simply walked forward until the tip was pressing against Hassan’s moist hole. He paused, looking at Hassan’s eyes in the mirror. “This can’t be just because you want Nate. You have to want me, Hassan. That’s the only way this can work. You have to want me inside your ass, man.” Hassan smiled at him in the mirror. “I told you, Adam, when I saw you spread-eagled in bondage you were so beautiful I creamed my shorts. Even though you had been whipped and fucked by Zack, hanging bound and naked, you were still an incredibly rugged, alpha male … a true master. I wanted it then and I want it now. So yes, I want it real bad. Please … please, sir. Please fuck me … Aaaah” Hassan heaved a sigh as he felt the rod push into him and slide deeper and deeper into his warm, waiting ass. “Oh, man, that is beautiful … god you feel good inside me.” He felt the long cock pull out then plunge once again, deep inside. He stared at Adam’s handsome face in the mirror, felt his cock inside him … and the cool, controlled soldier lost his poise and was consumed with lust. “Yeah, man, that’s it, fuck that soldier’s ass. Come on, you beautiful fucking stud, take my ass … fuck it hard, man … it’s yours.” The words drove Adam into a frenzy. He grabbed Hassan’s waist, held the body rigid, and his cock pistoned inside the captive ass. The men went wild, one stallion mounted by another, the ass rearing up to receive the rod that jackhammered inside him. Adam yelled, “Shit, man, your ass is like a furnace. Take it, soldier. Take that fucking cock.” He was pounding so hard now that he pushed Hassan forward against the mirror. Soon the helpless soldier was pressed against it, trapped, his arms reaching up, hands clawing at the glass as the merciless attack on his ass continued. Adam looked over Hassan’s shoulder, their faces side by side now, both pouring sweat. Adam was thrilled by the sight of Hassan’s exotic, chiseled features, tears spurting from his eyes, black hair flying as he winced with the pain spearing up from his ass through his body. The once-dominant muscular Marine was now impaled on the rod of the Australian bodybuilder. He was at the mercy of the powerful jackhammer smashing into his ass and he felt his endurance ebbing away. He began to plead. “I can’t take much more, man,” he moaned. “I’m finished … you’re too fucking much for me. Please, man, shoot your load in my ass. Please, sir … have mercy on me … cum inside me … please …” The sound of this glorious muscular soldier begging for release, moaning in submission, was so erotic that Adam had no choice. He felt his juice rising up from his balls, through his shuddering cock … and then erupting inside the soldier’s hot ass. “Aaagh, I’m cumming inside you man, filling your ass with my juice. Feel it, soldier, feel that cock pumping in your ass. Shit damn that feels good.” They gazed into each other’s eyes in the mirror, then turned their heads to face each other, and their lips closed in a passionate, grinding embrace as Adam’s cock was still locked in Hassan’s ass, still streaming cum. As their breathing subsided Adam pulled out and moaned, “Jesus, that was a spectacular damn fuck. Your ass is so fucking hot. Man, you just got fucked good.” **************** It took minutes for them to regain their composure. Hassan had, with great difficulty, held back his own orgasm … he had something special in mind. And when he turned to face Adam, a light burned in his slanted eyes that Adam had never seen before. His voice was gentle now. “You said we have to be equals, Adam, and so we shall be. But there is something else too. So that you are completely comfortable offering your boy to me you have to know just how magnificent you are, to be supremely confident in your own beauty. There is only one way to do that, Adam… you have to learn to love yourself. So I am going to take you somewhere I’m sure you have never been … and you have to trust me, Adam.” There was something in the melodic voice that defied any resistance and Adam allowed himself to be pushed down onto his knees facing the mirror, then forward on his hands and knees. Hassan knelt behind him and pulled Adam’s jeans down to his knees, exposing his perfect ass, white against the deep tan of his body. “You have a beautiful ass, Adam and I know it has only ever been fucked by one man … Zack. I will be the second man to fuck you, but you will be amazed at who will be the next man to cum inside you. Now your journey begins. “Aaagh!” Adam gasped as he suddenly felt an iron rod spearing his ass … Hassan’s huge cock plunging deep inside him. He had twice taken Zack’s black pole but that was an exception. He was still a master a top-man, not about to yield to another man. He had just shot his load, so the pain in his ass felt even more excruciating. “No, man,” he screamed. “No … pull out, pull out. I don’t get fucked … I’m a top, a master. Pull your fucking cock out of my ass!” But the cock didn’t move … it remained nestled in Adam’s ass, and again he heard the deep, accented voice. “Look up, Adam. Look at me.” Adam`s head had slumped down in pain but now he raised it and gazed at the reflection of the spectacular Marine kneeling behind him. The voice behind him was soft, lilting … hypnotic. “That’s it Adam, take a good look. I know myself, Adam. I know you cannot resist me. Gaze on me. Beautiful is it not? Now lower your eyes … lower … and look at the man kneeling at my feet. Also a beautiful man … a muscle-god they call him, and they’re right. Look at him, Adam. Beautiful, is he not?” “Yeah,” Adam breathed, mesmerized by Hassan’s voice. “He’s beautiful.” He gazed deep into his own eyes and saw himself as he never had before. He was always proud, confident, a master in control of his world and now he was looking at a handsome, muscular man … a muscle-god indeed … but on his hands and knees in an attitude of submission. This was a man he did not recognize … a rugged alpha male surrendering to a soldier. And the man was stunning. The hypnotic voice continued. “And what is happening to that beautiful top-man?” Adam felt the cock move gently in his ass and said, in a trance. “He’s getting his ass fucked by a soldier, a gorgeous fucking Marine. The stud’s getting his ass fucked!” “But only if he really desires it. Look at him, Adam. Does he want the soldier to fuck him?” “Oh yeah,” Adam sighed. “He wants it man. He wants to feel that cock moving in his ass.” “Good,” said Hassan simply, and pulled his cock back slowly, gently, then eased it back inside the trembling ass, deep, deep until it passed over the inner sphincter. As Adam moaned in ecstasy Hassan said. “Look at me again, Adam.” Still on hands and knees Adam raised his eyes and gasped at the reflection of the Marine, who reached behind his own head and pulled the tank top slowly up over his chest and shoulders, then let it drop. Stripped to the waist he placed his hands behind his head, elbows out to the side, biceps flexed. Slowly he moved his hips back and forth, his chest and ridged stomach flexing as his cock moved gently in and out of Adam’s ass. Hassan gazed at himself, at his stunning, muscular body gleaming under the lights as he fucked the man kneeling before him. Mesmerized by his own mirror image he said softly, “Now tell me, Adam, if that is not one of the most beautiful sights you have ever seen Diyarbakır Escort Bayan … the gorgeous Marine, another muscle-god, displaying his body as he fucks the master kneeling at his feet.” Adam gazed wide-eyed. It was true. It was a spectacular sight … a spectacular man … and the man was inside him, in his ass, fucking him. “Oh, man, that is outstanding, fucking awesome. Man, you are so damn beautiful. I love your cock inside me.” And so the gentle, rhythmic fucking continued. Adam was riveted by the spectacle in the mirror, two beautiful men in a world of enchantment. He wanted to be closer to them and was lured on by the Siren Song of Hassan’s musical voice. “Move forward, Adam. Watch the man on his knees coming toward you.” Adam crawled closer, his gaze locked on his own eyes in the mirror. His hands touched the mirror and moved upward until his body was pressed against the glass, his arms stretched upward, and his face was inches from his own reflection. Hassan moved with him in unison, the cock still resting in his ass. Again came that hypnotic, voice. “Your boy deserves a beautiful master, Adam. The man you see there is beautiful enough for a boy to love, but first the master must love himself. Do you think he does?” “Oh yeah,” said Adam, gazing into his own eyes. “That gorgeous face, that perfect body.” “Then show me, Adam. Show me.” Under the spell of Hassan’s voice, Adam found himself hypnotized by his own brown eyes. “God, you are a stunning man,” he breathed to himself. “I love you, man.” The faces moved closer, the real face and its reflection, one and the same, and the lips pressed against each other on the glass. Adam’s tongue pushed hard against the mirror, trying to enter the other’s mouth … his own mouth. Their bodies rubbed against each other and their cocks reared up, pressing on the glass. When Adam once again heard the soft, lilting voice, in his trance it was as if the sound came from his own lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “Oh yeah,” Adam replied to the face in the mirror. “Oh yeah, fuck me man … cum in my ass. Make me shoot my load.” Again the mouths pressed together on the glass and Adam felt the cock sliding in his ass. For the first time in his life Adam was making love to himself, kissing himself … fucking himself. The shaft moved ever more quickly in his ass and he spoke again to his own face in the mirror. “Yeah, fuck my ass, man. I love your cock in my ass. You’re gonna make me cum … I’m so fucking close. Come on, stud, shoot that load in my ass … let me feel it …oh god… I’m cumming … here it comes … I love you, man … I love you!” It all happened in the same instant … He felt the cock in his ass shudder and explode inside him, just as his own cock jerked and shot a long ribbon of semen up between his body and the mirror, splashing on the glass, running down it. He gazed into his own reflected eyes and moaned. “You’re beautiful, man. I love you.” Again the mouths came together on the glass as Adam kissed his own lips one last time. ************* Adam found himself lying on the bed, his mind clearing slowly as if coming out of a trance. Hassan was lying beside him, propped on one elbow smiling at him. Adam frowned in bewilderment. “What just happened there, man? Seems like I … God that was beautiful. I can still see my face … I must have … shit, what happened, man?” “Several things happened, Adam. First, I fucked your ass, so we are now equal as we said we must be. Then you learned to love yourself, a magnificent man proud to share your boy. All men as beautiful as you should learn to make love to themselves, Adam. I learned to do that long ago. And now at last you finally saw just how beautiful you are. You fell in love with your beauty, kissed it, made love to it and felt that gorgeous man in the mirror fucking you. You made spectacular love to yourself, Adam, as if you were cumming in your own perfect ass.” Adam was still in a daze, but he was sure of one thing. More than anything he wanted to share his boy with this strange and wonderful man. He eased himself on top of Hassan, kissed him, and they rolled over the bed in each other’s arms, two spectacular males joining together in a celebration of their shared and equal manhood. They were still lying in each other’s arms when Adam’s cell phone rang. Nate. “That’s it, mate, work’s finished, I’m all set. And guess what, the twins have made a great casserole for you and Hassan so I’ll bring it with me for lunch, if that’s OK.” His voice became tentative. “Er … I hope you and Hassan are, well, getting along alright `cause I … well, I really want …” He laughed. “Oh never mind. I guess everything will work out. See you soon.” Adam smiled as he snapped the phone shut. “Yeah,” he said softly, “everything’s gonna work out just fine, kiddo.” He turned to Hassan. “Listen, buddy, we’ve gotta do something real special for that boy of ours. We’re both nuts about him so we have to do something that’ll make him fall crazy in love with us both.” “You read my mind, Adam,” Hassan laughed. “And after that night I spent with him … our `military fantasy’ as you call it … I know what turns him on and I have a few ideas that should blow his mind.” He rummaged under the bed, pulled out a spare pair of old, faded military fatigues and tossed them to Adam. “Here, these are for you.” **************** Nate drove his old truck up the hill with a confused mix of excitement and trepidation. He had had a great time in the dunes with Hassan, who had even made him start to feel like his boy. But Nate was in love with Adam and, though they were mates, he looked on the rugged fellow-Aussie with awe and admiration, almost like his master. He couldn’t help feeling that he had really fucked things up. He had spent a spectacular night where the Marine had tied him up and fucked him. But when they got back to the house he had left Hassan and gone with Adam. Then he made matters worse by telling Adam how terrific Hassan was. He had probably offended both of them. Shit, he thought, it’s all so confusing. Still, here he was on his way to see them both … and that kept his dick hard. He came to the gate of Steve’s house and walked nervously down the drive. “Hey, Nate!” He heard Steve’s cheerful voice. “They’re down the hill in Hassan’s place … been there a long time. Follow the path, you can’t miss it.” “Thank you, sir.” Nate’s heart was beating faster now as he clenched the bag of food he had brought. The path dipped steeply down the hill and he took a deep breath as he caught sight of the small house. Then he heard laughter, deep raucous laughter that somehow made him even more nervous. As he approached he saw the two men and he stopped, his jaw falling open in astonishment. At first he wasn’t sure it was them … two muscular soldiers sprawled in chairs facing each other, both in fatigues and boots, the one in a sweaty tank top and the other in a sleeveless Marine shirt, open so it displayed the sculpted chest underneath. They were drinking beer and seemed to be so into each other, laughing and talking, that they ignored him. Nate blinked, then he was sure. Yes, it was Hassan and Adam, but what was happening? Why were they …?” His thoughts were interrupted by Hassan’s shout. “Hey, kid … you must be the servant boy they sent up to take care of us? You bring food for us?” Nate was struck dumb by the strangeness of all this, but he swallowed hard and heard himself stammer, “Er, yes, sir. In the bag right here.” Adam looked up at him for the first time. “Well what you waiting for, boy? Set it on the table here.” Nate walked mechanically toward the patio as if he were in a dream. But if he was, he didn’t want to wake up … he wanted to stay in the dream as a servant for these two gorgeous soldiers. He opened the big bag he had brought, pulled out a white cloth, shook it out and threw it over the table. Next came forks and napkins, all the trimmings for a neatly set table, and finally two plates and the casserole dish, still hot under its cover. All this time he was aware of two pairs of eyes watching him, sizing him up. Nervously he took the lid off the casserole and stepped back, standing at attention. Adam leaned forward and inhaled the smell of the steaming food. “Shit, that smells good. You did great kid. You eat yet?” “Yes, sir, I already had lunch before I came.” “OK, then,” Hassan said. “Well you’ve got two big starving soldiers here so serve up, kid.” Nate picked up the serving spoon and scooped out large servings on each of the plates. He replaced the lid and took a step back. The soldiers dug into the food, eating sloppily, talking and laughing with their mouths full, ignoring him as they had before. Nate was tingling with anticipation. He was still in his dream state, a boy assigned to wait on these two glorious Marines. But the huge bulge in his shorts was no dream … it was absolutely real. Too real to escape notice it seemed. “Hey,” Adam said suddenly, his mouth full of food. “What the fuck’s this?” He prodded Nate’s bulge with his fork. “You got a fucking boner under there, kid?” Nate blushed deeply. “Yes, sir,” he stammered. “Sorry, sir … it’s just that … well … soldiers always turn me on, sir, and you are two of the most gorgeous soldiers, the most gorgeous men, I have ever seen and …” He caught himself. “Sorry, sir. I was out of line there, sir.” Hassan laughed, spilling food onto his plate. “Hell, buddy, the kid might be OK. He might be what we’re looking for. What d’ya think?” “”Hmm, maybe so … it all depends. Take your shirt off, boy.” Nate blushed again and pulled off his T-shirt. He stood at attention wearing only his old shorts and sneakers, embarrassed by the scrutiny of the two men as they looked him up and down. “Yeah, real nice body,” Adam said. “Cute face too. You’re right, man, he might be the one.” Adam looked Nate straight in the eye. “See, kid, here’s the thing. We asked headquarters to send us Escort Diyarbakır up a couple of boys but they said the budget only stretched to one. So me and my buddy here we …” he grinned at Hassan “… well we kind of worked things out and struck a deal. We figure we could share a boy, provided we could find the right one … a boy who could service the needs of two horny, macho studs who have … shall we say, healthy appetites. It would be like a boy serving two masters. You think you’d be up for that, boy?” Nate was in shock. Was this real? It was real enough in his daydream, and sure, he could service these two hot Marines. But … was it really real? Was Adam telling him that he and Hassan both wanted him as their boy … that they would share him, both be his master? Suddenly he caught a look in Adam’s eye that he knew well, that mix of lust and affection that always made him feel warm and secure. Yes, he decided, it was real. It was real! His shout was one of obedience and joy. “Yes sir! Yes, sir, I can be that boy … yes I can. It would be a privilege to serve you both, sir.” Hassan was rubbing his chin. “Well … it all depends … We’d have to try it out first … kind of take you on a test drive. Strip naked, kid.” “Yes, sir.” Nate quickly obeyed, kicking off his sneakers, dropping his shorts and standing to attention, naked.” “Yeah, real nice,” Hassan said. “Turn round.” Nate turned his back to them. “Oh yeah, now that is one sweet ass. Oh, man, I can’t wait to push my dick between those two fine globes.” “Hey, hey,” Adam laughed, “just a godamn minute here. Who made you leader of the pack, getting first crack at that beautiful ass? No way, man. We have to start as we mean to go on. Stuff like this has to be decided fair and square. Hey, what say we arm wrestle for it?” “Sure,” said Hassan with a touch of arrogance. “Hell, I was the champion arm-wrestler in my division so you don’t stand a chance, man. In fact, I tell you what. Just to make it more interesting…” he smiled lasciviously … “the winner gets to fuck the boy … and the loser gets fucked by the boy.” “Hey now, I never said anything about the boy fucking anyone, man.” “Afraid to accept the challenge, man? I took you for a real macho stud. Guess I was wrong.” Adam’s eyes flashed. “OK, man, you’re on. Let the games begin. Boy, clear the table.” Nate was in a daze as he removed the remains of the meal. It was as if the men had forgotten him … he was just a piece of ass to be fought over, to use as a tool in their clashing egos. It was a trial of strength with him as the prize. And the thought of it almost make him bust his load. This was something beyond his wildest dreams. The men stripped off their shirts and stood facing each other, like rival bulls snorting steam. They sat at the table facing each other and locked eyes as they placed their elbows on the table and slammed their palms together, fingers locked like a vise. Suddenly their arms flexed and the fight was on. Nothing moved at first … deadlock … then Hassan got a slight advantage, only to be pushed back by Adam. Now Nate had real trouble trying not to blow his wad. The sight was too erotic … two shirtless Marines, muscles straining and bulging as they stared each other down. The sun gleamed down on their massive shoulders and biceps, their faces ran with sweat, and their macho grunts were the only sound. Their arms moved imperceptibly as they matched strength with strength, two beautiful muscle-gods evenly matched. Suddenly Adam took a heaving breath and exerted every ounce of strength, forcing Hassan’s arm back, lower and lower until it almost touched the table. But Hassan smiled grimly and murmured, “I don’t think so, stud.” With a sudden, massive burst of energy he heaved his arm back upright, then over, slamming Adam’s arm hard onto the table. Adam’s face fell onto the table in defeat, while Hassan looked up at the awestruck boy. “Your ass is mine, boy!” *************** Minutes later all three men were standing naked inside the house before the mirror, Adam and Hassan still gleaming with sweat. Nate was looking nervously at Adam, who smiled at him. “That’s it then, kiddo, those were the rules. But don’t worry. Earlier today I got my ass fucked by Hassan and then … in a way … even by myself. So it’s only right that I should now give my ass to the boy I love … the boy I’m gonna share with this stud Marine here who’s gonna be fucking your ass at the same time. It’s all for you, kid, because we both love you.” He fell on his hands and knees facing the mirror, just as he had hours before with Hassan. “Do it, boy,” he ordered. Nate dropped to his knees behind him and ran his hands over the broad back, out over the flared lats, down to the waist and then placed his palms on the gorgeous white ass. Nate’s whole body was on fire but he wasn’t sure if he could do this. This was the man he looked up to, the man who fucked him all the time, not a man who got fucked. This was Adam and Nate, now … good buddies. “Are you sure, mate?” he asked plaintively. Adam looked up at him in the mirror and smiled. “I said do it, Nate. I want it. I want to feel my boy’s cock inside my ass.” Nate held onto Adam’s waist, eased forward and pressed the head of his cock against Adam’s hole. He pushed forward and gasped as he felt his cock sliding for the first time into the ass of his master, past the soft, moist membrane, further and further until it came to rest in the deepest, warmest recess. Tears sprang to his eyes as he realized that he was inside the man he loved. Adam moaned, “God, Nate, that feels good … to have my sweet boy inside me.” Nate caught a movement in the mirror and saw Hassan towering naked behind him, muscular, magnificent. Hassan dropped to his knees and rested his rigid dick against Nate’s ass. He leaned forward and breathed in his ear. “You ready? Take your rhythm from me. I love you, Nate. You’re my boy.” With the utmost tenderness he eased his massive rod inside the boy’s ass, sliding it in slowly until it was deep inside. For a long moment there was no movement. Nate was spinning into a magical world he had never visited before, never dreamed of. His cock was on fire, resting deep inside his master, and his ass was clenched round the thick rod of his second master. And oddly, he had no idea what to do next. But as he had promised Hassan led the way. He was a master at this. He pulled Nate’s hips back so his cock slid back from Adam’s ass, while at the same time he pulled his own cock back from Nate’s. Then Hassan eased them forward again, two cocks sliding into two warm asses. . Soon the rhythm was established and all three were basking in the bliss of extraordinary sex. They looked at each other in the mirror and could hardly believe the sight of an ecstatic boy between his two masters … fucking one and getting fucked by the other. It was a wild sensation … almost like he was fucking himself. And his masters urged him on. “Go for it, boy,” Adam said. “Fuck your master’s hot ass … fuck it good.” And at the same time Hassan sighed, “Oh man, your ass feels so great. Watch your gorgeous new master fuck you, boy. Feel his huge dick reaming your ass.” The rhythmic dual fuck went on and on for what seemed like eternity. As the tempo increased, became more frenzied, Nate finally let go of his inhibitions and shouted, “Thank you, sirs, thank you. Oh, man, my ass is on fire … fuck me, sir … fuck my ass. I can’t believe I’m fucking my best buddy, my master. Sir, you look so beautiful, your ass feels so hot. I don’t think I can hold back … I can’t … Help me, sirs, I’m gonna bust my load. Please, sirs … I’m cumming …aaah!” He almost passed out as he felt his cock explode in Adam’s ass while the rod in his own ass shuddered and blasted hot semen inside him. He saw Adam rear up and shoot streams of juice toward the mirror, splashing against it and streaming down it. The room echoed with shouts of jubilation as their cocks continued to erupt in a spectacular rite of initiation for this ecstatic boy by his two magnificent masters. ***************** “Sir,” Nate asked Adam. “What should I call you?” He was lying between his two masters, all of them slowly recovering their breath, their heartbeats subsiding. “What would you like to call me?” “Well I was thinking … how about `sir’ when we’re with other guys and `mate’ when we’re alone … in private?” “Sounds like a plan,” Adam grinned. “Once an Aussie always an Aussie … and we Aussies gotta stick together, eh mate?” “Too right,” Nate grinned. “I can’t wait to tell the guys at the house that I have two masters. That’s never happened before. It’ll be a big surprise … they’ll be real happy for me.” Adam frowned slightly, “Yeah, well I’d go easy on that, kiddo … you know, tread softly. You might make them envious. I mean, I heard how Pablo treated you when you first showed up as Jamie’s friend … called himself `senior boy’ and hurt you bad. And don’t forget, he was once real hot for Hassan … followed him to Pendleton. No, I’d soft-pedal that if I were you.” “Oh, no worries there, sir. Pablo’s OK … we sorted all that out … he’s a mate. He’ll just be real happy that I’m happy.” Adam and Hassan looked at each other, a bit concerned at their boy’s wide-eyed innocent faith in the kindness of others. But Adam shook off his concerns and said, “OK, we three have the rest of the day together and, like I said before, we’re two horny, macho studs with big appetites. So you’ve got your work cut out taking care of your two new masters. You up for it, boy?” Nate leapt to his feet. “Absolutely, sir! Anything you want … anything at all.” ************** TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” … Chapter 143 Hi guys, this is Rob Williams. 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