Making Him Earn It Pt 1 & 2

I was tired of guys thinking they had the upper hand just because I was on the bottom so after breaking up with my boyfriend of two years I decided from then on I would play hard to get, after all I was the one with the talent in need.

Guys said they knew me just because of the way I act and it was true I played into some stereotypes just to get what I wanted but it was never forced. It was an exaggeration. I had always been the sissy, the weakling, and the runt. Men wanted to try and dominate me my entire life, straight and gay, but I have some drive in me, some spark, hah flame, that endured a hell of a lot more than any of them could. They were the fragile ones. They liked to wrestle with me, pull off my clothes, and try to humiliate me but it never kept me down. I didn’t learn to live with it. I pushed through it.

So when Troy approached me at the bar I had his number right away. He was broad shouldered and a good eight inches taller than me making him about six-foot-four. I had never dated or fucked someone that tall before and I had an impression from pornography that guys that big also had big dicks. I got a chubby just from considering if it was big enough to wrap both of my hands around it at the same time but I told myself I had to ignore that thought he was mine after all. He was the one who needed me.

I could tell right away he was on the hunt for anyone of us at the table possibly and my friends could have had them if they could get him, normally I would have competed in the most direct actions but I forced myself to play it cool. I looked away from him as he started to talk, not rude, but preoccupied because the others would be polite, fight for his attention. I checked my phone, looked through the dancers and the crowd for other familiar faces, and even drained my drink before considering another one all the while listening to find out any personal details he offered.

He said he was in technology sales so I figured that meant cell phones or computers. I didn’t know that meant large scale. He was living in the gayborhood but he traveled a lot. He liked drag queens but could never imagine dating someone in a dress. He was hitting on everyone else but me though I could tell I had his attention by not giving him my attention.

One by one nearly everyone else got him out to the dance floor and through my brief observations I saw each of them was desperately grinding against him and he was amused. I had no way of knowing if my ruse was working as well as I wanted it to work and I tried to prepare myself if it didn’t.

I was on my second martini when he came back to the table in tow from one of the other boys who let go of him and dashed off to get a drink. He stopped next to me and started a conversation as if we had been talking the whole time. I was tempted to give him attitude but didn’t.

Instead I joined the conversation as if we had been talking the whole time and it was easy. Sometimes conversation just is, especially with the right people. It felt like we were old friends and fell into a habit of speaking, listening, and then speaking again until he motioned to the dancefloor. I’m not one to dance. Sometimes I feel like I am making a fool of myself. Sometimes I am making a fool of myself especially if I had one too many drinks.

This time I let him lead me out there and we started slow. I wasn’t going to throw myself at him. At first it was just fingers brushing against each other’s bodies then it wa hands and I knew he wanted more but I decided to up the stakes.

I was going to get him to do the one thing he probably didn’t usually do, at least not in a casual club like this, not when he was hunting and there were so many prey. He would have been the one to get us to do it but I felt emboldened by my own self-denial. I pulled him into me and spoke into his ear.

“Take your shirt off,” I said.

He pulled back and shook his head before he tried to reach for me again. He was going for my shirt. I knew it by the look in his eyes. Power games. He thought if he got me out there, if he got me dancing, then if I flirted with him he was going to get me to be the first one. Then he’d take me back to the table like some conquered prize.

No, I told myself, and then I pushed away from him and continued to dance. He came after me again and I decided to show him I wasn’t the desperate one. In fact there were plenty others who would have me. I spotted a guy nearby, a beefcake who was dancing with a slender young man like myself. Maybe I could have them both.

The beefcake looked back and in turn got his partner’s attention until all four of us were in a staring contest. I signaled that I was open to a three-way, hell maybe even a four-way, but Troy wasn’t having it and decided to break us away from them. He was trying when I told him again what he had to do.

He wanted me. So he did it. He took off his shirt to reveal a large, muscled body. I was still looking back over him at the beefcake when he tucked his shirt in his back pocket and moved his hips so that I could make out the band of his underwear and the v from his waist down under his jeans. He had gotten me away from the couple but I decided he was still far from getting me into bed.

We danced for some time. He started to grind on me and I started to play with his chest. We were sweaty and horny. I decided to break our reverie and led him back to the table where we stopped just long enough for me to check-in with my friends and let them know I was leaving with the hunter.

Thankfully as we were headed out he told me he had driven and that we could go back to his place because his roommate wouldn’t be there. I got into the passenger seat of his Audi and looked across at him still shirtless as he drove. I loved seeing his muscles in the partial light as they flexed with such mundane actions. I thought about giving him road-head but decided that was the previous me. No, I had been playing hard to get so far so I was going to make him work for it.

Back at his place, a small house in suburbia, we weren’t even the door completely before he turned on me and grabbed at my clothes. We kissed and it was perfect. Our warm tongues slid around each other as our hands pulled and gripped at each other’s clothing and skin. I went for his nipples and tweaked them, rubbed at them until they were hard and pointed.

He pulled at my shirt until it was up over my head then off, breaking contact with his nipples and our mouths only momentarily. He pushed the door shut and led me into his bedroom as we stripped off our clothes along the way until we were both down to our underwear.

I closed the bedroom door after me and was back at him. I pushed against his body until he was on his back on the bed and I was on top. He looked up at me and smiled.

“You’re one hot little fucker,” he said.

“That’s not the best of it,” I said.

He reached for my sides and I let him grip me for a moment before I pulled his hands away and pinned him to the bed and kissed him deeply. Our crotches rubbed together and I could tell even through the fabric that he was big.

I wanted him. But would this be my moment of truth? Would I lose my smooth, calm act? We rubbed cocks together and kissed as I thought about the next step. I felt wetness in his underwear and mine but I knew he hadn’t orgasmed so it was pre-come. I could have pulled his cock out, slipped onto it, and rode him but I thought of my boyfriend and everyone’s comments.

I pulled myself from his lips.

He tried to keep connected to me and for a moment I felt hot breath on my face and the shift of weight as he pushed up from the bed. He wanted me. But what was he willing to do to get it?

I pushed against him gently until he was on his back again and stopped rubbing into him. I sat there for a moment as if I had conquered him but the truth is we had done so little. We hadn’t done it. We hadn’t fucked.

Our breathing had both slowed as I tried to think of my next move.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I lied.

“Let’s fuck,” he said. He pushed up again but this time I knew he wanted to take something. He wanted to take me. Pull me down and kiss me.

“Hold on,” I said stopping him.

“Are you a virgin? I thought at the club you were acting suspicious.”

“I’m not,” I said. I needed time. “It’s just I didn’t plan on doing this. I need to shower and get cleaned up.”

“I’ll change the sheets. Come on, I’m about to lose control here.”

I smiled at his insistence. I reached out for his muscled chest and felt the roundness of his pectoral muscles. I moved a little on his cock and he moaned. I found his nipples and worked them until they were pointed and stiff, pulled at them.

He leaned forward and we kissed again, our cocks bent against our stomachs. I wanted him and he wanted me but I wanted to keep control. I pushed against him until he was on his back and I was an inch from his body. I hovered over him feeling the heat of his skin.

“Are you any good at taking care of yourself?”

“You’re going to leave me like this?”

“No,” I said, “I just don’t want you to lose interest and go soft on me.”

“What are you going to do?”

I pushed off the bed and tried to orient myself because I was in a stranger’s bedroom. I saw the doorway we where we entered. I saw another door but it had to be the closet. Then another doorway where the door was partially closed.

Out of habit I slid my feet because I usually left dirty clothes on the floor but there was nothing in my way. He’s tidy, I thought, good. I made my way into the bathroom and found the light switch and turned on the light but the sudden illumination blinded me so I turned it off, counted to three with my eyes closed and turned it on again.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Just one hand,” I said. “If you come before I get back you’re going to be disappointed.”

I closed the door and looked around. Everything in there was clean and I suddenly realized he must have a maid who comes at least a few times a week because no guy keeps the place clean on his own.

I wanted to tie him down. I wanted to gag him. I wanted to sit on him and fuck him until his eyes rolled back into his head.

There was nothing in here to do that, I thought. Until I spotted the laundry basket. I went to it and looked inside. It was full of dirty clothes. I pushed aside the shirt on top and began to rummage through his dirty laundry. If I could find the right pair of briefs then maybe I could tie him down.

Better, my heart skipped a beat, I found a jock strap, two in fact, though one was dirtier than the other so I put that one back. I set it on the counter and looked at myself in the mirror. What streak had possessed me? I thought of him out there in his bed alone. He might have lost control.

I opened the door a crack and told him to be patient then closed the door. First I wiped at myself with toilet paper but then I was feeling dry and scratchy so I looked for a wash rag. I didn’t have time for a shower. It was the sheets or the rag. I decided on the latter so I grabbed one from a pile of clean ones at the bottom of a stand. I wet it then began to wash at my ass, down into my crack, and at my hole. As I loosened up I felt my own cock stiffening until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I threw the rag in the trash, picked up his jock, and opened the bedroom door. We were both partially illuminated in the light and I liked the way it cast into his bedroom so I decided to leave it on as I made my way to his bed.

He was still on his back and toying with himself through his underwear. I asked him where he kept the lubricant and condoms. He told me in his bedside stand like most every gay man I knew including myself. It meant he fucked regularly.

There was the thought again that I was just another notch on his bedpost but I pushed it aside. We were here. We would do this.

I got onto the bed and moved up his body until I was over his crotch again but this time in my hand was his jockstrap. I gripped at his sides, pulled his hands from his body, up above his head, I worked the jock around his wrists until I felt like he couldn’t free himself.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Shh, if you don’t stay quiet I’ll have to gag you with your underwear.”

I ran my fingers down his arms to his armpits where I felt him squirm at my touch. I massaged the area until he relaxed and then ran my fingers to his chest and down his sides across each bone of his ribcage.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I said.

“Wait, I thought-”

“Shh,” I said.

I maneuvered my ass cheeks over his cock and slid along it making him moan. It had been long enough. We had both suffered too long. I retrieved the condoms and lubricant then slid down his body where I pulled off his underwear then tossed it up near his head thinking I really might use it to gag him if he got too loud, neighbors and such.

His cock stuck up into the air with a slight bend back to his belly button. I gripped it with one hand and squeezed. His balls were tight, the head engourged. I knew I could lose him if I wasn’t careful. I let go and opened the condom packet, found the reservoir tip in the light from the bathroom then touched the ring around the sides of the head. I rolled the sheath down over the shaft and gripped it again.

I opened the bottle of lubricant and squirted some into my hand then worked his cock and some between my cheeks. I was ready.

I positioned myself just above his cock then slid back on it slowly until I got stuck then I pulled off and pushed back on again a second and third time until finally I sunk down to his balls. His arms and hands sprung from the bed and for a moment I thought I would grab at me until I remembered that his wrists had been tied together. I ducked under his hands and let them settle over my shoulders. I could feel him pull at the back of my neck with the jockstrap binding. I moved down to kiss him as I worked myself on his slippery, covered cock.

Our lips parted.

“Oh fuck,” he said.

“That’s right, let yourself go,” I said.

I had always practiced my control. Squeeze then relief, move then stop, up then wait, down and hold. He began to moan and pant louder with each maneuver. I played with my own cock feeling that with each stroke I was adding extra friction when I slid.

I grabbed at his sweaty chest, his muscled arms with my free hand. This man who I had gotten shirtless on the dancefloor for me was mine.

“I’m gonna come,” he said.

“Wait,” I said.

“I can’t.”

He began to yell out.

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Oh fuck!”

I reached for his underwear, found them by one little bit, and picked them up, balled them in my hand and moved them to his mouth where I stuffed them inside.

His cries partially muffled I decided to finish him off. My own cock was throbbing and I didn’t know how much more I could last.

I sped up, pounded against his balls, and he raised himself from the bed trying to match me. Then he thrust up one last time and let out a final moan. I was close so I decided to let loose. We would need new sheets anyway. I sprayed over his chest and up onto his face hitting his chin. I let out a laugh and I could tell he wanted to as well but couldn’t so I pulled out the gag.

I pulled myself from his cock then sat on it as I teased the last sensations from myself.

“You were good,” I said.

“Fuck,” he replied.

Caught being gay part two

Every one in this fictional story is over 18 and nobody is related. You may want to check out part one because I deviate from the main subject in this part but it’s a necessary part of the story. If not, this should still stand up on its own.

I panicked and dropped to the bed covering my cummy cock with the sheet while scanning for my underwear. He spun his head around and looked but she was gone. He looked at me and asked what and as quietly as I could I whispered mom saw us! He said no way and I said yeah but I don’t know how long she was there. She definitely saw me kiss you. I couldn’t believe it he said well the cats out of the bag might as well and he grabbed for my cock.
I said no dude I’m too freaked out plus I just came anyway
The next couple days nothing was said and I kinda played it cool. I felt like mom was raging inside but holding it in so I just stayed away as much as possible. I did all my chores without being asked just to avoid making her talk to me. I avoided messing around with my b****** also just so I didn’t press my luck.
Then another weird thing happened. I was hanging out in the neighborhood a lot more and struck up a conversation with some goofy older guy I’d seen out around his house before. He was really nice to me and talked to me like a buddy not like a stodgy old man. We were out on his porch talking for a while.
He asked me if I tried smoking yet, did I ever ditch school and so on. He asked me if I had a girlfriend yet and I said no but I like a couple. He asked me who they were and I named a few from school. None of them were around the neighborhood and he asked me what girls in the area were cute. I named off a few and vaguely indicated where they lived in the neighborhood. When I mentioned Shannon he laughed and said I had advanced tastes in girls. He admitted she had great tits so I bragged that I saw down her shirt once and exaggerated that I saw it all. He thought that was great and told me he noticed all the girls I mentioned from around all seemed to be older girls with nice curves. I just admitted that the sexy girls were more like real women than the rail skinny boobless baby girls my own age. He laughed and said that was cool but his voice got lower and he said that’s ok you’re young yet you’ll like the skinny babyfaced ones too someday. It was weird but he kinda accidently touched the front of his shorts a couple times while all this was going on. I acted like it never happened but he did have a pretty big bulge in front so maybe it was harder to avoid I guess.
He asked me in an excited tone if I wanted to see some tits and I said hell yeah so he invited me in and sure enough he had dirty magazines spread out across the coffee table. Lol he also had a few dirty cum rags s**ttered around the living room. I was in awe of his collection of porn. Mine was mostly torn out cum crusted pages or a few magazines that were outside for a while. Plus I had to share all my porn with my b******.
When I looked up at him he had his shirt off and was holding up one hairy man boob as he laughed loudly and said you wanted to see tits here you go. I thought that was pretty funny so I said I like these better and pointed at the magazines. He acted bummed that I didn’t like his man tits or his hairy belly. He was pretty chubby, but as we dove into the pile of porn I wondered if you could suck on a guys nipples and successfully convince yourself that they were female.
The magazines were mostly mainstream titles like hustler and cheri but they were all new and had cum on only a few pages.
When we got done scanning through the top pile he was openly jacking off through his shorts. I was hard as hell but still to shy to jack it in front of anyone else, besides, so far, my gay b******.
We compared a few pictures back and forth between the two of us but as we started getting into the bottom shelf there were more specific types of porn. One was mostly young girls type teenybopper pictures including some hot ones of a cute blond getting split in two by a huge older dick. It was shot like over the guys shoulder like you could see what he was seeing and I said that made it really hot, and when it got to the end there was a shot of just the huge dick and the girls face with globs of cum all over it. The pictures were great because the contrast between her tiny body and his huge dick made it seem much more extreme. When I showed him a few pics out of that one he said he really liked the daddy/daughter spreads. I never realized that it was that specific, but then I showed him the little tiny heart tattoo on her ass and said that ruins the roleplay. He just looked at me funny and then showed me what he was looking at. They were beautiful girls but when you looked down they had dicks! Some looked exactly like women and some just looked like boys in make up and lingerie. The action shots were awesome with every sex combination possible. Some were a guy getting sucked and fucking the girly boy but alot of them were also the other way around. The anal sex fascinated me. I couldn’t wait to stuff my hard little dick into a hot tight butt. Any butt. I didn’t really want to think about being on the bottom though. I thought that would hurt like hell. He then showed me a picture of two femboys he called them, and the one being fucked had a pool of cum on his dick and balls while he had a dick in his ass. I asked if he could really cum from being fucked instead of fucking and my friend said yeah a lot of guys prefer it that way. I didn’t know what to think about that but he didn’t elaborate how he knew so I let it drop.
At this point he took his cock right out of his shorts and continued jacking without his shorts in the way. He suggested I do the same. My shyness took a back seat by now I was too far gone to stop, so I freed my little cock. As I started to rub it at the same speed he was jacking his, he scooted over right next to me and rubbed my back. First he suggested we finish stripping since the shades were closed and the doors locked. I wondered at that because I saw him close the door but didn’t realize he had locked it as soon as he let me in. That’s when I realized that he meant to play with me somehow all along. He confirmed that when he suggested I sit in his lap after I got naked. I climbed on him and he set his cock up between my pale white legs and rubbed it against my thighs. Then he slowly started rubbing my dick for me while he squeezed my legs together and pumped between my thighs. My little cock felt good in his big meaty hand. He asked me if I liked it and I moaned and leaned against him. He stopped rubbing my back and started rubbing my butt instead. I moaned again and he took his other hand off my dick just long enough to turn my head towards him for a long deep tongue kiss. After the first taste of his tongue, he let go of my chin as I stayed in that position and returned his kiss darting my tongue around his and trying to lick the inside of his mouth. Now he started moaning too and I don’t know what came over me but I broke up our kiss and bent down to take his nipple into my mouth. He did really have nice sloppy tittys and I half thought you could imagine it was an older chubby lady if you squinted so you couldn’t see the hair on his tits.
So he’s humping between my legs, jacking me off and now fingering my asscrack all at the same time, while I am sucking both of his fat titties. I came in 45 seconds. I was kinda backed up too, since I hadn’t even jacked off since my mom caught me and my b****** messing around. He surprised me when he scooped up the cum off my cock and rubbed it all around the head of his own dick to make it slippery while he continued to fuck my thighs. He probed my butthole opening a little with his fingertips which didn’t seem so bad but as he started going faster between my legs, he started going deeper in my ass. He finally got in to the point where he had to curve his finger to go any further and when he did, he was scratching an itch inside my butthole I never knew existed.
He started loudly going uh uh, and right when it started to twitch I grabbed the top part of his big cock that kept poking out from between my thighs and stroked his precum on his head, and his regular cum came out immediately after. It squirt out really hard out of the back of my hand and a bunch of it landed on both of us. I noticed some on his face, and there was so much I probably had some too, and by the look on his face staring at me it was probably so. He squirt seven times and every time it was a hard airborne shot. I was actually horny enough to keep playing but he pulled his finger out of my butthole and started trying to rush around cleaning up all the cum. I guess he suddenly felt bad and guilty because I was u*******, but I shushed him and successfully eased him back down on the couch, andit was the girlyest thing I’d ever done, I started roving up and down his body scr****g up his and my cum with my bottom lip and slurping it up into my mouth, including all over his messy cock. He just gasped and told me I was an interesting little boy. I told him I would never tell anyone what we did because I would get in as much trouble as he would. He said he seriously doubted that, and I told him he didn’t know my mom.
I got dressed and then actually seriously kissed him as I said I was leaving. I told him I would like to come back and see him and again it was our secret and he finally said ok but we had to be cool. I said no problem I’ll be around on my bike. He told me if he was up for it he would invite me in discreetly and I was to cut through the back to come in his house. I was excited as I left having a new playmate to mess around with and far enough away from home to not get caught.
When I got home and hour later I hid in my room. My mom stopped by my room in passing and asked me what I had been up to all day. I said I was messing around in the woods by the tracks and she said that was weird Shannon’s mom said she saw me talking to the creepy old guy two blocks over. Oh yeah I told her I talked to him for a minute on my way past. She told me to stay clear of him that the real reason his wife left was because he tried to m***** her two daughters. Holy shit that’s weird I said to myself but got an inward smile when I thought I hoped he might m***** me some more.
I lost that inward smile when mom said, I have to warn you because I know how you and your b****** like doing sissy shit.

My First Black Cock

I have always wanted to try this. And here I am is actually and finally experiencing it. I met this black guy, Steve on Xhamster was his name, his Xhamster name was Bottom Bull. Bottom Bull 58, brown skin, he is well built for his age. Bottom Bull is 5’10”, 200lbs, and hairy. Bottom Bull’s not ugly nor handsome. Bottom Bull cock is cut, dark and nice 7.5in surrounded with thick nappy pubic hair. Bottom Bull balls are full and fat, little beads of hair covers his balls.

Bottom Bull’s cock was wet with a mixture of pre-cum, lubricant and my own saliva. What I loved most about his cock was the big head. How it swells as I suck on it. How it gets wet with crystal drops of his salty, tasty pre-cum.

I’m sitting on my knees, with my arms stretched to support my weight. I must look like a Japanese geisha waiting to serve her master. The view of my (well lubed) round pale ass right next to his hard black throbbing cock (threatening to invade it) must be amazing. I arch my back, both to prepare myself for what will happen next, and to seduce him even more.

I feel the big mushroom- beautifully sculpted- black head, wet and slippery, rubbing against my tiny, tender and pink tight (well, small butt-plugs and few dildos- not necessarily my own dildos- don’t count) asshole. Bottom Bull’s rough strong hand on my shoulder, the other holding me by the waist. Bottom Bull’s hand slips and rubs my white ass cheek. It quickly, yet tenderly, runs through my ass crack. I can feel his finger slipping into my asshole, only for a split of a second. It reminds me of how empty I feel. I feel something should be plugged down there. And I can’t think of anything better than Bottom Bull’s hard wet black cock. It’s so long and thick I wonder how deep I can let him go.

Bottom Bull holds his hard black cock against my hungry pink hole. He starts pushing it slowly. I’m so excited and horny that I start trembling and shaking. It might also be the fear. Fearing his strong powerful cock. I whisper to him ” I want you, take me, Bottom Bull”. I can feel his breath on my ear. Then it’s his tongue. Then it’s on my neck. Bottom Bull is licking my neck as he slowly pushes his cock into my hole. His cock is stretching my hole, but doesn’t really hurt. Bottom Bull took his time preparing and fingering my ass that his cock just slides in. I can feel his warm cock sliding in.. inch by inch. I can almost feel the outline of his cock sliding through my fuck tunnel. I’m on my knees and he is riding me now like a dog fucking his bitch. I feel dirty, but mostly I feel totally dominated by this black man and it makes my cock hard as a rock.
I feel a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip of my hard cock. As if he can feel it too, he reaches and strokes my cock, smearing the pre-cum on the head, then rubbing my balls gently. I’m in heaven now. Bottom Bull’s black cock is almost fully buried in me. I can feel his head almost rubbing against the end of my fuck tunnel. I push back against him. I want him all, so fucking bad. I arch my back more, and push against him as far as I can. Bottom Bull groans. Now he holds my waist by 2 hands. My lover pulls me and starts thrusting harder and deeper. Bottom Bull is now riding me, literally. My new black daddy bites my neck and I moan. A soft moan I never knew I could produce. Only getting fucked by such a cock can get out the feminine horny slut in me.

Bottom Bull rides me for 10 full minutes. I squeeze his cock with my asshole. Bottom Bull keeps fucking me from behind, but changing angels and speed. I want him to cum. I wanna milk his balls empty.

After fucking, sweating, moaning, biting and licking.. stroking and ..more fucking.. he cums!

I feel like a prey that can’t get away. Bottom Bull is on top of me and holding me firmly. I get turned on when I am being dominated. He is fucking me freely before he finishes inside me and I just have to take it. It feels like nothing else. Bottom Bull hot cum squirting in me. I just moan in a small girlish voice. Pushing back to take more of his cock, and milk him again with my tight asshole. Bottom Bull keeps fucking me. Using his cum as lubricant. This black thug fuck me more and faster and … he cums again. Squirting more cum inside me. I moan again “ohh.. Your hot cum in my ass.. filling me…”

Bottom_Bull withdraws his cock, letting some cum drips out of my fucked asshole.. then he slides back in. He stroked my white cock faster and I cum, and cum.

My balls are empty, but my ass is full of Bottom Bull’s cum. Bottom Bull fingers me and all his cum starts dripping out of me. I feel so slutty, so dirty…

I know soon he will be hard again, I will be sucking on it again.. and I will be riding his cock again. And I can’t wait.

4 Times at the Gay Cruising spot, Part 1.

As mentioned in my previous story, The condom broke, http://xhamster.com/stories/the-condom-broke-857944), I am a bisexual, big, chub, fat guy who loves sex equally with men and women. At the end of my last story I stated I was fucked again a few days later. What I did not say is how many times I was fucked or where.

I either met and had sex at a local gay cruising/pick up location or went to the guys home nearby to have sex in his bed. I had three men, one transsexual and one woman that day.

Here is part 1:

I had a bunch of errands to run on the other side of town from where I live. On this side of town is a popular gay cruising site. It is a city park were guys can park, meet, talk face to face, arrange to go somewhere to have sex or if they are brave enough have sex there even with the lack of privacy and risk of getting caught.

This city park has two parking lots, a lower and an upper lot. At the lower lot is where the bathrooms are.

Because of the number of errands I had to take care of I decided I would start by driving to this park and see if anyone is there, if I recognize anyone or if there is anyone new I can have sex with. And I would do so after each errand until I was sexually satisfied. I was very horny that day and knew I would be able to cum multiple times if I had a break in between.

When I got there the first time I saw the car of someone I know in the lower parking lot and have had sex with multiple times. At first I thought he was not in his car and I would have to walk further in from the parking lot to find him. When I parked next to his car I saw he was reclined all the way back in the driver seat. I got out of my vehicle and walked to the driver side door of his and looked in the window.

His pants were down and he was stroking his very nice cock while watching porn on his smartphone. I knocked on his window and he looked up at me and smiled. He put his window down and I reached in and started stroking his cock. No one else was in the lower parking lot. I got his precum going pretty well and thought he was going to cum in my hand. Instead he stopped me, sat up and said lets go back to my place a few blocks away.

We drove to his place. Went in. Once we got to his bed room he grabbed me in a a warm embrace and we started kissing. I do not kiss many guys but I love kissing him. He is a great kisser and my cock always gets rock hard when we kiss. He knows this and grabbed my cock through my athletic shorts and started to stoke me. We broke our kiss and undressed. We got into bed and started sensual body contact and kissing. Feeling and rubbing each other, etc.

He then rolled me onto my back and started sucking my man boobs. He knows how much this turns me on. While he was doing that he was stroking my cock and I was stroking his. He brought me close to cumming more than once. He knows I like this when I have my man tits sucked because right after when he fucks me he knows it relaxes me and makes it easier for him to penetrate into me and then, once he is deep in me I tighten up I “lock”his cock in my ass until he cums.

Once I was ready we got into the fucking position we both like. Me on my side, with one leg bent and brought up to my chest and him straddling my other leg while he enters and fucks me passionately.He entered me easily, I tightened up and he slowly fucked me until I could not stand it anymore and he increased his thrusting going deeper and deeper into me until his cock exploded his cum deep into my bowels. I felt the incredible thumping and pulsating of his cock and the very warm sensation as his cum flooded into me.

After he was done and as before when we have sex I fuck him. He lays on his stomach, I straddle his legs and enter his hot tight ass and pump him as hard as I can until I cum in him. When I do this he cums a second time all over his bed sheets.

Afterward we lay there in each others arms and relaxed a bit. We got out of bed, cleaned up a bit I left to run my first errand.

My Favorite Cocksucker

We all need role models. My personal favorite is a first class cocksucker I met out West while serving in the military. He was a piano player in a local lounge near the training facility I was attending. The back room of the lounge doubled as a private after-hours bar for selected clients. Our facility provided the majority of those who were selected: young, hung, horny studs.

Don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t the backroom/black room, anything goes kind of gay bar scene. No, it seemed to be a quiet place where the men just wanted to keep on drinking. As I remember it, the only hint of gayness came from that piano player, who was eager to buy drinks for any hot, young guy willing to put out. At the time I thought everything was rather subtle, but, on reflection, I realize what was going on must have been blatantly obvious to even the most casual observer.

My introduction to the piano player, whose name was Lloyd, came when a buddy of mine, Alan, a blond, surfer type from LA, said he’d heard about the place and wanted me to go with him to check it out. When I tried to find out from him what kind of place it was, he just grinned and whispered, “You’ll love it!”

Now, Alan and I had met in the showers back at the barracks one evening. I looked up and, suddenly, here was this bold, golden-skinned, big-cocked, fucker starting up the shower right next to mine in the large, otherwise empty shower room. I had never seen him before, as he was newly reassigned, and my mouth dropped open at the sight of him. His reaction was to give me a knowing grin and rub a hand lasciviously through his crotch as I stared in awe. Before he was completely wet, he was completely hard!

It was one of the most magnificent cocks I’d ever seen! My body reacted to it without engaging my mind. My chest expanded and my nipples hardened; my abdomen tightened as my cock rose quickly in response to his. I watched his eyes widen as he took in every detail of my cock, which was the equal of his. We both knew we were looking at a hot, turned on male.

Wordlessly, he wrapped a hand around his large cockshaft and began jacking off. Right there. He didn’t give a damn about being caught. I found his actions extremely, overwhelmingly exhilarating, and, as if hypnotized by his beauty and his daring, my hand gripped my cock and I joined him in the jack-off without comment. We stood there, facing one another, a foot or two apart, pumping away like two horny teenagers, which is exactly what we were.

There we were, beating off. I didn’t know his name, nor he mine. But we’d become jack-off buddies from the moment we encountered one another. It was terrific! We both stared at each other as we fisted glowing meat, and within moments I knew I was approaching orgasm. He saw my reactions and knew what was happening. But before I came, he whispered, “I sure wish you’d suck this big thing for me.” He waggled the cock at me for emphasis.

I saw his cock enlarge to its most spectacular fullness, gleaming, shining in the bright shower room lighting. He kept pumping, but at the same time was offering it to me. It was such a lusty, sexy offering it put me over the brink. I quivered with ecstasy, stiffened, and exploded a giant wad of stringy white sperm into the air. It sailed between us and landed with a splat onto one of his solid breastplates.

He sucked in his breath and shot a wad right back at me. It landed noisily on my chest. Then, for what seemed like the longest time, we fired off incredible loads at one another. We really emptied our balls. During this unloading, he started rubbing my semen all over the front of his muscular body, unselfconsciously. I followed his lead, making my body gleam with his hot juice. The slippery syrup felt spectacular as I rubbed it all over my neck, chest, abdomen, cock, balls, and thighs.

Then, he lifted his cum-laden hand to his mouth and lapped at my liquid. His eyes closed with pleasure for a moment. When he opened them, he grinned. He saw me lapping at my sperm-covered hand, too.

“Geez, you’re sexy!” he sighed.

“Me? YOU’RE the sexy one!” I blurted out.

He laughed knowingly. I joined in after a moment. In that instant, we became close friends, even though we had yet to learn each other’s name.

It was only two days later, on a Friday evening, that Alan mentioned the local lounge. We napped, planning to go into town fairly late in the evening, then we showered together, showing puffy mutual interest, but withholding our urges for later that night. But the memory of that shower, with him standing so close we bumped each other as we lathered up, revving our engines with the contact and enjoying the sight of our strong bodies, is as strong today as if it happened last night.

At the lounge, a typical roadside bar really, we ordered a drink and, almost immediately, Alan told me the piano player seemed interested in me. I was startled. He just grinned. Then he left me and went over to talk to the piano player. I watched.

Lloyd was probably in his early thirties, I guess. Naturally, to an eighteen-year-old, he seemed, at first, like a lecherous old man. But as I watched the light banter between Alan and him, I could see that he was well put together: rather tall; strong build; rugged, almost handsome, features. Not at all like the picture of a licentious, drooling, insatiable cocksucker the military was always warning young recruits about.

Alan came back and told me that when the bar closed, in about an hour, Lloyd wanted to take him for a brief ride in his car. He told Lloyd that he was with me, and Lloyd had simply said to bring me along. Naively, I asked Alan where they would go.

Alan grinned. “You’ll see,” he said enigmatically, “and afterwards,” he added, “he’s going to bring us back here to their private, after hours bar and we can drink as much as we want!”

I sat quietly in the back seat. Alan’s head was writhing against the cushions of the front seat and I could hear slobbering, sucking noises from an unseen Lloyd. It was weird but strangely exciting. Alan was getting a blowjob! I was fascinated, but also deeply disappointed that I wasn’t the one giving him that blowjob, myself.

We’d parked in a deserted area, but soft lighting from old street lamps gave some illumination. Moved more by overwhelming curiosity than anything else, I leaned forward and peered over the front seat to see what was going on. Lloyd’s head was bobbing in Alan’s lap. Lloyd had slid down and was kneeling, probably uncomfortably, on the floor, not really between Alan’s legs, but more towards the side, almost under the steering wheel. I knew what was going on more than I could see what was going on.

“Oh! Jack,” Alan suddenly whispered, “this guy’s terrific!”

At that, Lloyd popped up, off of the stalwart erection that appeared shining in the dim light. It looked incredible. I was instantly envious of Lloyd’s position. I wanted to be sucking that cock!

“Lean back, and don’t watch us,” Lloyd commanded.

“Why?” I asked. “I wanna watch,” I added.

“No. It will put us off. This is private,” Lloyd said. “You shouldn’t see what’s going on.”

“Why not? I like to watch. I want to suck his cock, too.” Maybe it was the drink, or the excitement, but I couldn’t contain my desires or control my admission.

“You DO?” Alan asked incredulously.

“Really?” Lloyd echoed in surprise at the same time.

“Well…” I said hesitantly, startled by their reactions, “…sure I do. You like doing it, don’t you, Lloyd?”

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“Well, I think I’d like to, too. Watching might give me some ideas about how to do it.” I actually thought this sounded reasonable.

“Listen, Jack,” Alan interjected, “I’m about to shoot my load, I’m so hot. Why don’t you relax, and let Lloyd, here, give you a blowjob later. Maybe you’ll find that you’re just horny. Okay?”

“Well, okay.” I replied without enthusiasm.

By that time, Lloyd was already back down on Alan’s dick. As soon as he heard “I’m about to shoot” his head had zoomed downwards.

Alan kept his head twisted to look at me and, after a moment, slowly closed his eyes as the ecstasy of his orgasm into Lloyd’s mouth overtook him. His body shuddered and trembled with excitement.

We drove back to the bar after Alan came. Nothing more was said. But, about a half-hour later, Lloyd came over to me.

“Why don’t you come take a short drive with me?” he asked softly.

I knew he could as easily have said, “Why don’t you take a short drive with me and come?” Cocksucking was on his mind and we both knew it.

Alan had heard the invitation and said, “Great idea, Jack. Why don’t you go with him?” He looked happy for me.

“Are you coming along?” I asked him.

“No,” Lloyd interjected, “we’ll go alone. Com’on, they don’t like me to be away too long between sets.” He grabbed my elbow and guided me out of the room. I was looking at Alan as I was led out. He was grinning knowingly. Personally, I was feeling somewhat betrayed. It was Alan who I wanted tugging my elbow, going out for a blowjob, not Lloyd.

In the car, after a few moments of silence between us, Lloyd slid a hand onto my thigh, lovingly, and whispered, “Relax. I know you want to be with Alan. I know you want to suck him off and have him suck you off, too, but I’ll teach you a few tricks you’ll really enjoy and it will make it better for you and Alan when you do get it on together.”

It was the right thing to say to me. He understood. And, as his hand slowly slid up to my balls, I realized I might as well follow his advice, relax and enjoy this. Lloyd noticed the swelling in my trousers.

“Hmm, that’s it. Let it get good and hard for me,” he whispered as he fingered the growing weapon.

We pulled up at the very same spot where he’d given Alan the blowjob. I realized it must be this favorite make-out spot. Wasting no time, Lloyd undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and opened my fly. My erection poked out.

“Nice,” Lloyd said rather noncommittally. Then, he slid off the seat, kneeling on the floor, leaned over and slobbered the head of my cock with some wet kisses. It felt all right, but nothing earth shattering.

He sucked in the entire glans and ran his tongue around it energetically. It felt good and the head of my cock swelled to greater dimensions. He came off of it with a “pop.”

“Man, what a cock!” he sighed enthusiastically, and immediately went down on it again, getting more of it into his mouth. It felt even better. I tried to hump more of it into him. He hummed with pleasure. More humping and more humming. It felt great. He had it in his throat. Man, he went way down on it! He went down on it all the way! It felt terrific! Until that moment, no one had seemed able to go down on it all the way. The cocksuckers I had encountered while hitchhiking, or at bus terminals, train depots, airports, and bars, had all simply sucked the head of my cock while pumping the shaft. This guy took the whole thing down to my balls. I was impressed!

Again, he came up off of the cock. With a whoosh of strongly exhaled and then strongly inhaled breath, he sighed with great emotion, “This is a great cock, man. Even better than Alan’s!”

It seemed like a great compliment. He thought my cock was better than Alan’s. It made me feel proud.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asked, but before my reply he engulfed the entire shaft once more, deep-throating it to the pubes again.

“Yeah,” I whispered down to the top of his head, “I am. It feels great.” And I was enjoying it. But the position was unfamiliar and uncomfortable, the booze seemed to be slowing me down, and I didn’t feel like what he was doing was going to raise me to the level of orgasm. He kept bobbing on the long tube, but I was stalled at the level of good stiffness but not bliss.

“Man, this is great,” he sighed, coming up for air. He smiled at me and asked, “Are you getting ready to pop your wad?”

“To tell you the truth, this position is rather uncomfortable. To be honest with you, I usually come with my legs together and by ankles crossed…”

“Ah, when you jack off, right?” he interjected.

“…Yeah, right. When I jack off. It feels funny with my legs spread apart.” I was being very open with him.

“You know what you’d like?”

“What?”

“You’d like to be standing.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Outside the car.”

“Is that safe? Won’t we be seen?”

“Naw. Com’on. You’ll like it.” And, with that, he opened the passenger side door, and half pushed me out as he followed, struggling to get to his feet. He quickly closed the door, dousing the light, and leaned me against the car. Then, simply bending over, he recaptured my straining cock in his throat.

He was right. I did like it standing. My cock got much stiffer, my balls were less confined and, now, felt great in his loving hand, as his other hand roamed my body freely. Now, THIS was a blowjob!

Everything worked together to bring me to that mindless level of intense pleasure we all strive for. Time stood still. Muscles stiffened. Gut-wrenching spasms began. And I blasted off into orgasm, hosing long spurts of hot cum into his suctioning throat. He took it all. And he sucked for more. Even after there was no more to give. I shuddered in exquisite pleasure, almost moving to intense pain as the head of my dick became over-sensitized, and I was forced to push against him as I pulled out to release my long, spent tube.

“Oh, Man! That was fantastic!” he said with an emotion-laden voice. Once more I felt the emotion of great pride. It had been fantastic. For both of us!

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Fantastic!”

“I don’t come with every cock I suck,” Lloyd admitted to me, “but I sure feel like coming now.” He looked into my eyes.

There we were, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, and I knew I was being asked to suck cock. I also knew I was not going to say “No.”

He gasped as he felt my hand grope his crotch, and then he swiveled to lean against the car next to me and I moved to stand in front of him while opening his pants. When his cock popped out I was surprised to discover it was covered in a condom.

“I wear a rubber to keep from coming all over myself, should I get really excited. You can suck it with or without the rubber, it’s up to you,” he instructed.

As I rolled the rubber upwards, I felt the cock stiffen in my fingers. Naked, now, it looked inviting in the dim light. I leaned downward. I smelled the lingering odors of the rubber mixed with the unmistakable scents of lubricating precum. I knew he was ready.

It wasn’t the first cock I’d had in my mouth, but it seemed like the most mature. The most experienced. He wasn’t humping it into me frantically, like most young men do. He wasn’t overexcited. He was working with me to improve his own enjoyment of the experience, which improved my own enjoyment immensely. And it was a BIG cock. Probably the biggest I had worked on to that point.

“Relax,” he sighed, instructively, “let it slide into your throat. Don’t fight it. Relax. That’s it. Let it get way in there. That’s it! You’re doing it now, man. Take this fucker into your throat. Suck it! That’s it! Now, that’s good cocksucking! You’re a good cocksucker! Man, what a cocksucker! What a master cocksucker!”

I was doing it right. I had his cock in deeper than any before. He was guiding me, patient with me, helping me. And his comments were making me feel great. Like I was entering into a club of good cocksuckers. Again I felt surge of pride. I WANTED to be a great cocksucker! I wanted to suck his cock and receive the reward of his fantastic orgasm in my throat. I really wanted it!

“Oh, man, you’re down to the bone, now. Suck that cock, boy. Suck it hard and get ready for my load. It’s comin’ now, soldier. It’s here! Uh! Uh!” And he began firing off into me. It was remarkable. I swallowed the whole load without a whimper, not choking or gagging, not stopping or hesitating, getting what I wanted. What I needed! Cum! A man-sized load of cum! It was marvelous! I wanted more!

When he finally stopped spurting into me; when he begged me to stop; when he pushed on my forehead to disengage himself; I straightened up and, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, told him, “I’m gonna shoot off, again, man, this got me so hot!”

Unhesitatingly, he dove into my crotch and captured my stiff rod with his hot mouth, which was still slippery with my first orgasm. The organ slid into him with ease, and reacting to the strenuous suction, almost immediately began erupting great jets of cum into him. I was amazed at the intensity of this second orgasm, while Lloyd whimpered with ecstasy as he tried to keep up with the heavy flow.

“Man, Oh, Man!” he sighed, “and I thought your friend Alan was the sexy one! You’re the best, man!” he whispered, and he drew me to himself and we embraced tightly, hugging one another enthusiastically. It was the first of frequent orgasms we had together and formed a strong bond and solid basis for a good friendship. Over the period of my stay at the facility, I introduced him to many of my horny buddies. He never told any of them I was as good a cocksucker as he was. It was our little secret, although many of them came to discover that secret by themselves.

But Alan was suspicious as soon as I returned with Lloyd to the after hours bar that night. And he was more that just a little interested to learn exactly what had taken place in the car.

Early the next evening, I was lounging on my bunk in my boxer shorts when Alan came into my cubicle. He was wearing just a towel around his waist, looking like he was ready to take a shower. And looking like he might want some company – all grins and winks and sly gestures of overt sexual interest. Nearly naked and showing a big bulge in the front of the towel.

“Wasn’t that great last night, Jack?” he asked. His fist rubbed the front of the towel.

“Yeah. I gotta tell you it was a real turn on to be in the back seat while you got your rocks off, man,” I told him.

“I know it turned you on. I wanted to be in the back seat watching you when it was your turn, too, but Lloyd disappointed me when he said no. What happened? Did you like it?” His eyes gleamed with keen interest.

“He’s a pretty good cocksucker, isn’t he?” I whispered, not wanting to be overheard.

“The barracks’ empty, Jack,” he volunteered. “I checked. We can talk.” His voice was at a normal conversational level. “And I’d say he was more than just a pretty good cocksucker. He was great!”

“Ah, fuck! I know someone who’s even better,” I told him.

“Really?” he asked in surprise. “Who?”

“Me,” I said simply.

“You!” He seemed astounded. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s real easy to prove,” I pointed out.

“Get your towel. We’ll go into the showers. If we’re fast, no one with catch us. Com’on!” And he half-lifted, half-pulled me up from the cot and tugged me towards the hallway. I grabbed my towel and allowed myself to be taken to just the place I wanted to be: alone with him in the shower room. Now, we wouldn’t jack off. Now, we’d have some serious sex!

We were both showing stiff erections by the time we walked naked into the showers. Without starting a shower, Alan turned to me, his arms at his sides, silently offering himself to me. It has always been one of life’s greatest thrills when so handsome a man as Alan offers himself to me without restriction, embarrassment, or hesitation. And I have never let any of them down.

My eyes grew larger as his cock rose up in front of me, a towering beacon of lust. I squatted down and lapped at his big balls. His rampant hardon quivered with desire and a drop of liquid formed in the indented slit at the top, beckoning me like nectar to a honeybee. I rose up and sucked his cock into my mouth and proceeded to prove to him that, yes, I suck cock better than anyone else he ever encountered does. He was very verbal in his appreciation.

“Man, you do this so good!” he sighed. “Did Lloyd teach you how to do this?” he asked, sounding amazed. “Yeah, suck my cock, dude. This is the best!”

With that he went up onto the balls of his feet, humped cock into me, and came! And Came! And Came!

He lurched back, tugging his spend organ from me, and stared at me like he didn’t know me. “I never expected such a wonderful experience!” he sighed sincerely.

“It was a wonderful experience for me, too. Thanks,” I said softly. “I want to do it with you all the time!” I was rising up from the squat as I spoke and he seemed to blink in surprise as my dripping, hot cock came to stand strongly in front of me, gleaming in the light of the shower room, untouched. I knew I’d come in an instant it I were to touch the pre-orgasmic organ.

“That was beautiful,” he whispered, “and so is this,” he added as he reached for my cock! “If you can do it, so can I,” he told me as he leaned over headed for my vibrating, stiff erection.

As his thick, hot lips slid over my cockhead, the thought of this handsome, strong, young male actually willing to suck my cock, put me over the top immediately! Cum spouted into his mouth so energetically he was forced to swallow – often! I came more with this connection than I could remember ever doing before. Excitement swirled through me, around me, and from him. I rubbed his back with heartfelt emotion. And like I did with Lloyd, Alan popped up, looked at me excitedly and said, “Man, sucking you got me so hot, I’m gonna blast of again right now!”

His cock was in my mouth before he said ‘now,” and he emptied a second hot load into me that was larger than the first!

He became my first real lover, taking and giving equally. Unfortunately, the military has ways of indiscriminately separating friends, so when our training was over, we were shipped out to units on the other side of the world from each other. We exchanged a couple of letters, but soon enough the realization of the situation we were in caused us to trail off and then stop writing. But there were many nights, alone in my bunk, I’d think of him and jack off imagining he was doing the same thing at the same time, and I’d shoot a load! Even now, I still do it sometimes.

Story By: Jack Sofelot

Hurricane Evacuees

According to the weatherman, the hurricane was set to make landfall within the next 36 hours. Thankfully, roommates and best friends, Fabrici Mora and Gabriel Valverde, had evacuated the coastal city they now called home. Both of the young men were of Costa Rican heritage and grew up in New York. After finishing their studies to become dental hygienist at Hostos Community College, they decided to move south. They settled on the popular resort that hosted two events which they loved – Black Cycle Week and the NFL’s HBCU Showcase. Each brought an enormous amount of men into the area. Plus, the beaches were nice.

The Latino guys were still relatively young – both being 23 years old. They were driving along the highway in the silver 2013 Nissan Juke with their pug, China, in the backseat. The five-foot-seven, one-hundred-thirty-pound, wheat-colored, effeminate Gabriel turned to his bestie and declared, “Playo, I’m so horny. I hope it’s some niccas where we’re going.”

Fabrici looked over from driver seat to reply, “Me too. It’s a smaller town, right. But there’s brothas everywhere. Plus with everyone evacuating, there’s sure to be a lot more folks than usual.”

“Good point,” sighed Gabriel.

Gabriel was longing for his weekly ‘spiritual counseling’ session with local televangelist, Min. Bro. Kenny Johnson of the Greater Area Holiness Everlasting Temple. They met every Thursday, Gabe’s off day to work on his connection with a Higher Power. It had ended up that the Costa Rican’s line to the Almighty was through the minister’s long dick. In their last rendezvous, they had smoked some kush and sipped on some Hennessy before Kenny went to work.

Gabe had been wearing a pink sequined halter top, gold Lycra boyshorts, black fishnet stockings, and silver spike heels when he answered the door.

“Good God Almighty,” smiled the tall, lanky man of the cloth.
“Come in,” the sissy tart invited his guest. “I’ve got your glass and ice in my room.”

Kenny followed behind the shorter guy with the round, shaking bubble booty. They say on the bed and lit the joint each taking a few puffs and passing it back to the other. They chatted as the weed and alcohol took effect.

“How are things,” inquired Gabriel.
“Can’t call it,” answered Kenny. “Always excited to come see my li’l fag bitch.”
“Thank you,” the girly boi giggled.
“I was thinkin’ bout you when I was fuckin’ my wife the other night. My shit won’t get hard unless I got you on the brain.”
“Really?”
“Yeah! It’s crazy. Everything you do is so good.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Yeah, it’s crazy as fuck. I mean I had never done nun like this before. I told you that, but I’m diggin’ it for real.”
“Good, daddy! I’m digging you too.”
“Well stand up and let me see that ass!”

Gabriel stood and so did Kenny. The man began fondling the boi’s booty and soon had the younger fellow sucking on his eight-inch tool. There was slobber running all down the shaft as the twinkie bottom stroked and swallowed the dick. Kenny instructed his supple slut to get on the bed.

With Gabe’s ass tooted in the air, the slim man moved behind him. He massaged the punk’s pink hole with his forefinger before working in his cock.

“Fuck me, daddy,” Gabriel encouraged the ex-convict.
“Take my dick, faggit,” barked Kenny.
The pussyboi groaned, “God! That dick feels so good, papi!”
“Hell yeah, faggit bitch! Fuck you like we in prison!”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Nigga Daddy to you, faggit!”
“Yes, sir Nigga Daddy! Fuck me!”
“Take it like a good sissy faggit bitch boi!”
“Mmmmm! Si, papi! Fuck me!”
“You like when I climb in yo’ bunk and **** this faggit pussy, dontcha?”
“Yes, sir!”

Whap. Kenny smacked Gabriel’s tender booty with force. He extracted his dick after several minutes of banging the fuck boi’s backside. The younger Latin girly bottom turned around as he knew what was coming. Kenny shot his load on the sissy’s face. Then, he kissed Gabriel and licked up the nut. They kissed some more. Kenny’s dick was hard again so he went back in for me.

This time, he plowed little Gabe missionary style until he flooded the open hole. They lay there spent a for a few minutes before getting up to smoke more weed.

Gabriel smiled as he looked out the window. He loved the way the good Reverend fucked him. His booty was itching for more. He exhaled audibly.

“What you thinking about, playo,” quizzed Fabrici.
“You know,” Gabe grinned.
“Your hefty dick preacher, I assume.”
“Gurl yasssssss!”
“I feel you, honey. He be fucking you right.”
“Yes, ma’am! It’s like I’m his chick. It’s so intense.”
“I can tell! You always be so happy when I get home on Thursdays.”
“Oh yeah! He be wearing me out!”

Fabrici turned the small crossover into the motel parking lot. They got out of the vehicle to check-in. Gabriel went into the lobby, while Fabrici to China for a walk and bathroom break.

The five-foot-eight-inch, one-hundred-thirty-five-pound, light-honey complexioned, Fabrici spotted a husky, chocolate man with a bald head and sizable goatee. The dental hygienist flashed his bright smile and locked his hazel eyes with the maintenance man. Fabrici wiggled his ass and tossed back his shoulder-length chestnut hair. When China had finished her business, he led the canine towards the walkway where the guy was standing.

“Hey there,” Fabrici smiled as he neared the dude.
“Sup,” the sexy motherfucker threw back his head in acknowledgement while rubbing his crotch. “Checkin’ in?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Runnin’ from dat hurricane?”
“Yes, we are.”
“Yo’ man witchu?”
“I’m single. My roommate is with me though.”
“That’s wassup. He like you?”
“Yeah, we’re both fembois. You like that?”
“I like what I see.”
“Me too!”
“I wanna see what dat mouf do.”
“Okay.”
“Follow me.”

The hotel worker opened up a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. It was a mechanical room. He locked it behind them and dropped his pants. He stood there in his red tartan boxers tugging on his dick. Fabrici got on the floor and opened wide. The handyman feed the punk his meat. Fabrici’s saliva was going everywhere as the hometown brotha face fucked the exotic, visiting boi. He grabbed the back of Fabrici’s head as he began to ejaculate down the fag’s throat.

“Damn, boo! I wanna fuck you fo’ I go home,” announced the man.
“I’d love that,” Fabrici admitted as his phone buzzed.
“Got yo’ own room?”
“Nah. But my roomie won’t mind. We’ve seen each other get fucked so many times.”
“He gon’ let me fuck him too?”
“I can’t see why not.”
“Let me know what room y’all in. I’ma come through round bout five.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Y’all have them assholes ready!”
“We will. You know any connects around here?”
“Yeah. You can take dis for now,” he said handing over a blunt. “I’ma let my nigga know you need sum’n.”
“Thanks, handsome!”
“Yeah,” he grunted as he smacked Fabrici’s butt.

In the room, Fabrici told his buddy about the maintenance guy and how sexy he was. “Honey, that nicca got a nine-inch pipe and some solids ass legs. I bet he can fuck. My mouth is sore as fuck right now.”

“Awesome,” Gabriel beamed. “I need my back blown out. Maybe he can bring some friends later.”
“I know, right! Let’s go find a liquor store. You know they like to chill and drink before they fuck.”
“Hell yeah, sis!”

The front desk clerk gave them directions and they headed out. They purchased several bottles of clear and brown. They also grabbed some beer to put in the cooler they brought with them. They each paid half and exited the store where a group of guys were standing outside shooting the shit.

“Y’all throwin’ a party,” called out one of them.
“Maybe,” Gabriel flirted.
“Shid! Y’all should let us come through,” said another.
“Okay. We’re at the motel down the street. Come about 7:00.”
“Bet,” a third dude replied. “What room?”
“119,” answered Fabrici.
“Hell yeah,” the fourth and final Negro smiled coyly.

As they got into the car, Gabriel intimated, “We pull niccas everywhere we go!”
“Damn straight, sis,” affirmed Fabrici.

They returned to their room and began sipping on some vodka. Gabriel started douching. When he was done, his bestie began his own enema.

By the time 5:00 p.m. rolled around, the spicy bottoms, who called themselves the ‘Playa Playo Boiz’, were ready. Their nickname meant Beach Faggot Boiz in Costa Rican slang. Fabrici had on a yellow thong, thigh high yellow stockings, and red stilettos. Gabriel donned a lavender G-string and hot pink platform heels. They heard a knock at the door. Fabrici rushed over to answer.

The maintenance man walked inside the room and remarked, “Damn! Y’all look good as fuck!”
“Thank you,” replied Fabrici. “This is my friend Gabriel. And your name?”
“I’m Ricky. Nice to meet you, sexy!”
“Same to you,” Gabe shared.
“What y’all up to,” Ricky checked.
“We were just waiting for you and having some drinks,” Fabrici said.
“Want some,” asked Gabriel.
“Yeah! Some liquor and some ass!”

Soon, Ricky had his pants down. Gabriel and Fabrici were both on their knees passing his dick between one another. Ricky felt like the luckiest man on earth. All of a sudden they started taking turns eating his balls while the other sissy slobbed on the shaft of the nine-inch penis.

“Goddamn,” groaned Ricky. “I wanna fuck!”

Fabrici climbed on the bed. Ricky moved behind the round ass. He spat on the hole and began to work his way in. Gabriel sat on the floor and scooted underneath Ricky. He licked the man’s scrotum as Ricky pushed inside of Fabrici.

“Y’all some bad bitches,” Ricky confessed. “Damn! This ass tight!”
“Fuck me, papi,” cried Fabrici.
“Hell yeah, faggit! Gimme dat ass!”
“Yes, sir!”

Ricky slammed as hard as he could.

Fabrici was panting. “Get up here, Gabe! Come feel this dick!”

Gabriel jumped up quickly and put his ass in the air next to Fabrici. Ricky eased in his tool.

“Owwwwww,” Gabriel whined.
“It’s big! Ain’t it, bitch,” Fabrici giggled.
“Hell yeah!”
“Take it, sissy,” ordered Ricky.
“Oh my god,” wailed Gabe. “Fuck this faggot ass, nicca!”
“You like dat big Nigga dick, bitch?”
“Si, papi!”

Ricky pulled out and moved back to Fabrici. “Y’all some real hot li’l faggits! Dis shit so good!”
“Fuck that bitch,” Gabriel encouraged him.
“Oh damn! Oh fuck,” panted Fabrici.

Ricky took turns repeatedly punishing their pussy holes. Finally he took out his dick and demanded they get on the floor. He nutted on their faces and roared, “Oh shit!!!!”

Gabriel fetched the man a towel.

After Ricky cleaned up, “He patted the playa playo bottoms on their booties and announced, “I’ma be back later.”

Mummy’s boy-girl

Chapter 8

She was not alone – as she truend she saw them – three of the guys who had brushed past her in the bar who had each in turn touuched her breasts – now they were here in the corrider with no escape route for her.
She decided heading into the ladies was her only option so she did. She closed the door and sat down in her fully petticoated satin dress thinking if it was a sheath dress then it would be easier to move away from the guys and run in. What – she sudenly heard voices – we know you’re in their sissy-boy and nobody will be coming to help you we’ve put the out of order sign up and so come on out.
She held her breath and waited.
They were pushing the other cubicle doors and now she knew they were right outside her own. Then one head on the left and one on the right above her and the door shot open and the third guy was stood facing her.
Well what have we here boys – for sure we have got us one ripe and ready for taking satin sissy boy.
He moved into the cubicle and stood her up and pushed his hand up her dress into her panty gaf and began searching for her femboipussy, he put his lips to hers and forced a kiss and tongued her mouth, she felt a strange sensaton even as she was being invaded by this stranger, her nipples hardened, her girl-cockette still tucked and taped in her body throbbed and pulsed.
He kissed her and turned her with her back to the cubicle door and as he was doing so one of the other guys unzipped her dress pulled it off her shoulders and she was pulled out of the cubicle and pushed onto her knees. Open that mouth satinpansyboy and take this cock – her mouth was forced open as first one cock then another were pushed into her face. She responded by accepting the cock fearing the worst if she did not. She sucked it from tip to staem and felt his balls against her chin. He throbbed and pulsed in her mouth then came in a gush – his cum tasted sweet from the booze – whiskey flavoured whip. He then removed himself and the second one hit her as fast as the first vacated her mouth.
Her dress was around her waist and her bra cups were allowing her boobs to show their nipples and the third guy pinched them and kissed and bit them as number two forced himself into her mouth for his sucking session. His cock was thick and short and soon throbbing like the first had done. Her mouth again seemed to go on autopilot and gave him a blowjob from heaven and she heard his maons of pleasure and felt him starting to edge close. Then as with the first one a gush of cum filled her mouth and thorat – brandy flavoured cream this time round.
The third guy had been filming the action and taking pictures – you’re one hot satin sissy pansyboy just as aunty Elaine said you’d be. You see we followed you from the shop to home and then here, aunty pormised you’d not struggle as she thought you were ready for the next stage of your joprney and so she’ll get the videso and pictures and take things on from there. He also pushed two hundred pounds down her bra cups – first of many sexy tips you’ll be earning working for Aunty darling.
With that they put their cocks away and left her sat on the toilet floor with her cum filled tummy and a dress to put back on. Sowly she got up, pulled her dress back on and retouched her make-up. Then walked back on her high heels to the bar. John asked – wow you were gone some time and three guys were gone just as long what the hell happended – oh nothing to worry about just three freinds of Elaine from the shop. Shall we go home now it has been a long day and I feel I need my bed. They walked slowly back home and as they reached her gate John asked if they could date again soon – let me sleep on it and I’ll give you an answer in the morning….

My First Anal

This is my third story and a continuation of the previous two, so you may want to read the others first to catch up.

It had been a few days since i had sucked Sirs cock in his car and i hadn’t heard anything from him, i had started to think he was no longer interested in me as i knew he always got plenty of offers from both men and women.

During the days after sucking Sirs fat cock, me and my girlfriend had barely seen each other as both working, because of this there had been no sexual contact, except for a little innocent peck on the lips.

I was just about to climb into bed with my girlfriend when I got a text from Sir saying ‘Stephanie I hope you’re ready to get fucked like the girl you are, i will be coming round once your girlfriend has left for work and your k**s have left for school, don’t disappoint me STEPHANIE XX’

I instantly got horny seeing his text, i walked out the bedroom into the bathroom so i could reply without my girlfriend knowing. I replied saying ‘Yes i am ready to be fucked like the girl I am Sir, but i am in work tomorrow’. I quickly got a reply saying ‘You won’t be going into work tomorrow, i expect you to call in sick, then get ready for me coming round, i expect you to be wearing a pair of your girlfriends sexiest knickers for me arriving and nothing more, understand Stephanie? I replied saying yes Sir, before leaving the bathroom and going to bed.

I woke up the next morning really excited, my girlfriend had already left for work as starts at 6am, the bairn had just left for school so i rang work and said i had a migraine and wouldn’t be in, i then started going through my girlfriends knicker drawer, i come across a bright pink thong, i tried it on, it made my ass look great, if anything even better than my girlfriends with my skinny frame. I then went searching for some lube, remembering how fat Sirs cock is. I text Sir telling him i was now all alone and ready for him, he quickly replied saying he was on his way and to leave the door open for him, i told him i would be waiting in bed for him.

10 minutes later i heard the front door open, and footsteps coming up the stairs, i heard Sir say i hope your ready Stephanie, i shouted back saying I am Sir.

He walked in the room to find me bent over my bed, wearing a bright pink thong, my ass looking straight at him, i said i hope you like what you see Sir.

Within seconds i felt him slap my ass hard, he then said Stephanie from now on only refer to me as Daddy, i quickly said YES Daddy. Daddy started groping my ass, telling me how girly it looked and how much he was looking forward to fucking it, i heard daddy spit, a few seconds later i felt him move my girlfriends thong to the side I moaned as i felt him put a finger in my virgin ass, Daddy asked if i liked feeling his finger in my ass, i moaned again whilst saying YES Daddy.

I then felt Daddy remove his finger from my asshole, i heard him starting to remove his clothes, he told me to sit on the bed next to him, as i turned round i could see his fat cock was nearly fully erect already, seeing it again made me think im not sure his 8 inches will fit in my tight virgin ass.

Daddy stood up right in front of my, his cock inches from my face, without being asked i started groping his big balls and licking up and down his fat cock, i heard him say good girl Stephanie, hearing this made me want to please daddy even more, so i took his cock in my mouth and started sucking it, i felt him put his hands on my head making me take it deeper, wasn’t long til he was virtually fucking my girly mouth, as he was he kept calling me his little girl, saying he cant wait for my girlfriend to see how much i love sucking daddies cock, it was all a bit of a blur as i was enjoying what daddy was doing to me.

Daddy then pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to get on all fours on the bed, he reached for the lube at the side of the bed, he put it on his fingers and shoved 2 fingers in my ass, getting me ready for his cock, i couldn’t help but moan as it felt so good, he then asked if i was ready as it was time to take daddies cock up my girly Virgin ass, i said yes im ready Daddy, and always will be, with that i felt his cock at the entrance to my asshole, he forced it in luckily it was well lubed so slid in quite well, he slowly kept forcing himself deeper and deeper into my ass, what seemed like ages but was probably only a matter of minutes he told me he was nearly fully deep inside my tight girly ass, he told me to get used to the feeling as shortly he was going to fuck me like the slutty girl i am, i said yes daddy. It had hurt at first when he was forcing himself into my ass, but gradually i got used to the feeling, my ass felt so full with his cock deep in my ass and him not moving, letting me get used to it.

Once he had me used to the feeling of his fat cock deep in side my girly ass he pulled out slowly, and pushed himself back in, he did this repeatedly, i moaned every time he slid back in but sighed every time he pulled out, he slowly started to fuck my me, he started to get into a rhythm, i then felt him grab a hold of my hips really forcefully, this helped him fuck me even deeper, my small cock was now rock hard and bouncing around but he wouldnt let me touch it, he told to grab a tight hold of the headboard as Daddy wanted me to feel the way all of his sluts do whilst getting fucked by his fat cock, as i grabbed the headboard i could feel him picking the pace up, there was no more pain just enjoyment, i was enjoying my daddy fucking my ass, i was even pushing back on his cock, Daddy noticed this and said thats a good girl we both knew you would love being fucked like a girl, he said your ass belongs to me now Stephanie, you understand, I moaned and said YES Daddy, my ass belongs to you please dont stop fucking me Daddy.

Daddy said im about to cum, with that he pulled his cock out my ass, grabbed his mobile, pointed it at my face and said beg me for my cum Stephanie, show me how much you love Daddy and his fat cock.

I grabbed Daddies cock and started stroking it making sure i was looking at his mobile, Daddy i love your fat cock, please give your slutty lil girl your hot load, Daddy looked at me and said tell the camera who owns your girly ass, i looked straight at the camera and said Daddy owns my ass, he then shot a huge load all over my face, i took his cock in my mouth and tried to taste as much as i could, once id cleaned it all i looked back at the camera and said thank you Daddy, he then stopped the video he had been taking.

Daddy looked at me and said you did a good job Stephanie, me and you will have a lot of fun together, especially now that i own your ass, i rubbed his finger across my face, cleaning up some of his cum, he then made me lick his fingers clean, as i did he said good girl.

We had more fun before he left, this also wasnt the end of my submission to my knew daddy, to be continued, please comment if you enjoyed and want to know more

Ich habe einen Mini-Job

1 Ich habe einen Mini-Job
Pizza-Lieferant. Steige in Klarenthal in einem Wohnblock in den 2. Stock, ein älterer Mann öffnet mir die Tür. Barfuß, mit einem Bademantel, graue Haare dominantes Auftreten. Während er mir das Geld gibt öffnet sich der Bademantel und sei halbsteifes Glied schaut hervor, ich schaue wie das Kaninchen auf die Schlange. Als er das bemerkt fragt er mich ob ich ein fürstliches Trinkgeld bekommen möchte und was ich dafür tun würde. Ich kann meinen Blick nicht von seinem Schwanz abwenden, er zuckt und wächst leicht. Ich greife an seinen Halbsteifen und wichse in härter. Er: „Komm rein und mach die Tür zu, du Sau. Und dann bläst du mir einen!“ Was ich auch tue, ich knie vor dem Alten und sauge an seinem Teil, das inzwischen zu stolzen 17×4 gewachsen ist. Ich spüre wie seine Erregung steigt und ich ziehe mich ein Stück zurück. Er entlädt sich. Mitten in mein Gesicht. Sperma verschmiert darf ich wieder gehen.

2 Am nächsten Tag,
gleiche Pizza, gleiche Lieferadresse. An der Wohnungstür nimmt er mir die Pizza aus der Hand und meint nur: „hier und jetzt“. Ich blicke mich um, niemand zu sehen und gehe auf die Knie, unter der Pizza öffne ich den Bademantel und ein steifer Schwanz schaut mir entgegen. Warum wundert mich das nicht? Meine Lippen empfangen seine Eichel, meine Hände legen sich auf seine nackten Arschbacken. Ich blase einen älteren Herrn mitten auf dem Flur? Es wird eng in meiner Hose. Er spritzt mich nach ca. einer Minute wieder voll, Ich darf wieder gehen nachdem er meinen Schritt mit einer Hand geknetet hat.

3 Einen Tag später,
gleiche Lieferung, die Wohnungstür ist nur angelehnt, ich trete ein, durch den Flur ins Wohnzimmer. Ersitzt nackt in einem großen Ledersessel, breitbeinig und spielt mit seinem Schwanz. „Leg die Pizza irgendwo hin und zieh dich aus, ich will dich nackt sehen. Ich hoffe du Sau hast die Tür geschlossen.“ Ich ziehe mich aus und muss näher zu Ihm treten. „Auf die Knie und tue wofür du hier bist!“ Meine Lippen öffnen sich für seine Eichel, das Spiel beginnt. Ich blase mit Eifer, knete seine Eier und er wird härter. „Komm mit.“ Er positioniert mich auf seinem Bett, rücklings, mein Kopf hängt hinter der Matratze nach unten. Er stellt sich über mich, sein halbsteifer direkt über meinem Mund. Er fickt mich ins Maul während er sich über mich beugt. Seine Hand wichst meinen Kleinen, und er wächst in seiner Hand. Sein Prügel will immer tiefer in meinen Mund, ich bin geil. Er: „Hohl tief Luft.“ Warum? Er beugt meinen Kopf noch weiter nach hinten und schiebt seinen Steifen in meinen Hals. Seine Eichel hinter meinem Zäpfchen, ich bekomme keine Luft mehr. Hart und schnell fickt er mich in den Hals, 10 Sekunden. Ich werde geil und geiler. 20 Sekunden, er wird größer in meinem Rachen, ich brauche Luft, fange an zu zucken. 30 Sekunden, er stöhnt laut, sein harter Schwanz pulsiert und in meiner Speiseröhre wird es heiß. Er entlädt sich in mir. Durch das Feeling und der Sauerstoffentzug läuft mir das Sperma aus meinem stehenden Schwanz.
„Ich brauche keine Pizza mehr, morgen gleiche Zeit“ schnauzt er mich an. „Und morgen will ich dich in Nylons und High-Heels sehen, und wehe du vorher spritzt.“

4 betrete am nächsten Tag die Wohnung,
seine Stimme ertönt aus dem Wohnzimmer: „ Der Rest deiner Kleidung hängt an der Garderobe, beeil dich.“ Ich lasse die Hose fallen, Hemd auch und schlüpfe in meine High-Heels. An der Wand hängt ein Lederhalsband mit einem silbernen Anhänger: SLUT. Und zwei dickere Gummiringe, einen für die Eier, einen für den Schwanz. Als ich mich „angezogen“ habe stöckele ich ins Wohnzimmer. Er sitzt in seinem Ledersessel, nackt und macht mit seinem Handy ein Foto von mir. Ich fühle mich überrumpelt, während das Handy schon wieder klickt. Aber die Situation macht mich geil und mein Schwanz, bedingt durch die Situation, meine Abstinenz der letzten drei Tage und das Abbinden wächst ohne mein Zutun. „Wie ich sehe macht dich das geil, meine kleine Schwanzhure, komm her, und auf die Knie.“ Zwischen seinen Beinen kniend schaue ich auf seinen inzwischen fast senkrecht stehenden Prügel und meine Lippen nehmen seine Eichel in Empfang. Er geilt sich an mir auf, seine linke legt sich auf meinen Hinterkopf und gibt den Rhythmus vor. Ich darf Ihn mal schneller mal tiefer ins Maul nehmen. Er steht auf und wichst sich mit seiner linke. Aus 10cm Entfernung schaue ich zu wie sein Harter anfängt zu zucken. Seine erste Ladung trifft mich heiß auf dem Jochbogen. Das hätte ins Auge gehen können grins; Den nächsten Samenstrahl bekomme ich auf die Oberlippe und sein dritter in den offenen Mund. Immer klickt die Kamera dabei. Als er sich abreagiert hat schaut er mich an und fragt: „Willst du Sau das ich die Bilder ins Netz stelle?“ Mir wird heiß und kalt, ich weiß nicht was ich sagen soll. „Wenn nicht erwarte ich deinen Arsch morgen wieder hier.
5 Morgen.
Gleiches Outfit, mein Schwanz steht nur noch. Ich trete ins Wohnzimmer. Er, in einem langen Bademantel, in seinem Sessel. Aber irgendwas ist anders. Mitten im Raum steht ein älterer, fremder Mann. „Begrüße meinen Gast wie es sich gehört, Blasschlampe!“ Ich gehe vor dem Fremden auf die Knie, meine Hände gleiten an seinen Schenkeln nach oben. In seiner Hose fühle ich auf seiner linken Seite ein hartes Stück Mann. Ich öffne den Gürtel, ziehe den Zipp nach unten, die Hose ebenso und ein fast steifer Schwanz von 15×5 springt mir entgegen. Meine Zunge leckt über die Eichel, er schmeckt nicht nach Urin oder altem Sperma. Weiß ich wie altes Sperma schmeckt? Meine Zunge gleitet unter die Eichel und sein Teil verschwindet in meinem Mund. Ich bin geil, rattig und blase mit Inbrunst. Aus den Augenwinkeln sehe ich den Hausherren aufstehen, er entledigt sich des Bademantels. Ein breiter Hüftgürtel an dessen Strapsen Nylons hängen und Lederpumps, alles in dunkelgrau und sein Schwanz steht waagerecht wie eine Lanze vor ihm. Er stellt sich hinter mich, drückt mit seinen spitzen Pumps meine Schenkel weiter auseinander. „Kann er blasen?“ fragt er den älteren, dessen Prügel sich knochenhart in meinem Mund seinen Weg immer weiter sucht. „Na ja, für den Anfang zu gebrauchen, aber geht noch mehr?“ Die Antwort des Hausherren: „ Probier es aus.“ Die Hände des fremden drücken meinen Kopf nach unten und beugen Ihn nach hinten. Ich bin inzwischen auf allen Vieren. Sein Schwanz schiebt sich tiefer in mein Maul. Er sucht den Eingang zu meiner Speiseröhre. Gleichzeitig geht der Alte hinter mir in die Knie, seine Hände stützen sich auf meinen Hüften ab, und seine Eichel stößt an meinen Anus. Langsam und ohne Hast drückt er sein Rohr immer weiter. Irgendwann gibt mein Schließmuskel auf und seine Eichel bahnt sich ihren Weg in meinen Darm. Ich würde ja gerne vor Lust und Erniedrigung stöhnen, aber der Schwanz in meinem Mund lässt mir kaum Luft zu atmen. Er zieht sich ganz aus mir raus, 3-4-mal sauge ich tief Atemluft in mich und dann schieben seine Hände meinen Kopf wieder über seinen Steifen, immer tiefer bis meine Unterlippe seine Eier spürt. Er fickt mich in den Hals. Der Hausherr hinter mir schaut zu und rammelt mich inzwischen wie ein Karnickel, hart und schnell. Fast gleichzeitig kommen die Alten in mir. Heiß läuft es mir die Speiseröhre herunter und füllt meinen Darm. Beide setzen sich, der Hausherr in seinen Sessel, der Fremde auf die Couch. Ich darf vor beiden stehen. „Du bist eine geborene Zwei-Loch-Stute, wenn du kommen willst dann wichs dich hier und jetzt.“ Vor Ihren Augen fange ich an zu masturbieren. Sehr erniedrigend, aber obergeil. Meine linke knetet meine Eier. Er nimmt sein Handy und fotografiert mich dabei, nicht nur einmal. Irgendwann komme ich auch zum Orgasmus. Da mein Schwanz und die Eier immer noch abgebunden sind, tröpfelt mein Samen nur nach und nach aus meiner pulsierenden Pissritze.
„Morgen 18 Uhr will ich dich hier sehen du Schlampe“ meint er nur.

6 Er öffnet mir die Tür,
Bademantel und darunter sehe ich Pumps und Nylon. Im Flur darf ich mich unter seinen Augen umziehen. Meine halterlosen, High-Heels, die Gummiringe von gestern, ein knallroter Faltenrock, der meinen Schwanz nur knapp bedeckt. Und meine rote Korsage, die er mir stramm schnürt. Mit seiner linken Hand auf meinem Arsch dirigiert er mich ins Wohnzimmer. Da stehen drei ältere Herren. „Ich habe Ihnen eine Show versprochen, und du Sau bist die Attraktion“ tönt er und sein Mittelfinger findet mein Arschloch, und dringt in mich ein. Seine rechte greift um mich herum, unter meinen Rock und wichst mich bis ich hart werde. Ich darf mich breitbeinig hinstellen. Er lässt seinen Bademantel zu Boden gleiten und darunter kommt eine Korsage zum Vorschein an der, mit Strapsen, die Halterlosen hängen. Und ein waagerecht stehender Prügel. Er stellt sich hinter mich, seine Eichel sucht meine Pussy. Ich beuge mich nach vorne und er dringt in mich ein, fängt an mich in den Arsch zu ficken. Die 3 Alten vor mir kommen näher greifen sich in den Schritt. Der erste greift mir zwischen die Beine, auf einmal sind mehrere Hände an meinen Eiern, meinem Schwanz und an meinen Nippeln. Der Hausherr geht langsam rückwärts, ich mit ihm bis er auf dem Sofa sitzt, ich breitbeinig über Ihm. „Na gefällt euch die Sau“ fragt er „dann last euch doch von ihr für den Anfang einen blasen“. Mit Scham und Geilheit sehe ich wie die 3 nacheinander Ihre Schwänze aus den Hosen holen. Sie treten näher und ich beuge mich nach vorne. Der in der Mitte schiebt mir sein Teil in den Mund, prall und hart. Meine Hände finden jeweils rechts und links steife Prügel. In dem Alter noch? Hinter mir bewegen Hände meinen Arsch hoch und runter, ich reite auf dem Herrn des Hauses. Ich weiß nicht wie lange, während ich abwechselnd drei harte Prügel blase. Ich spüre, Sie sind alle kurz vorm Orgasmus. Der erste zieht sich aus meinem Mund zurück und wichst seine Lanze sehr schnell. Bei seinen gestöhnten Worten: „Hier kommt der Saft“ schießt mir die erste Ladung auf die Nase und Wange, mitten ins Gesicht; Der nächst Strahl trifft die andere Wange, aber etwas tiefer. Der dritte Schuss, nicht mehr ganz so kraftvoll trifft heiß meine Oberlippe. Von der linken Seite schießt mir ein heißer Strahl unter das Auge, irritiert schaue dahin und der zweite Schuss landet in meinem offenem Mund. Ich beuge mich nach vorne und strecke meine Zunge raus, und auch der Rest seines Samens geht nicht verloren. Von der anderen Site höre ich ein keuchendes: „Mach´s Maul auf!“ Ich beuge mich auf die andere Seite und öffne den Mund ganz weit. 10cm vor mir reibt der Alte seinen Ständer, immer schneller, bis er ihn auf einmal loslässt. Seine Hände an meinem Hinterkopf schieben mich über ihn. Meine Lippen fühlen erst die Eiche und schon ist er tief in meinem Mund. Und als ich denke tiefer geht es nicht mehr füllt er mich mit seinem heißen Sperma. Mehrere Ladungen ergießen sich in mich, ich muss notgedrungen schlucken, mehrfach, der Schwanz in meinem Mund hört gar nicht mehr auf. Wie lang hat der nicht mehr gespritzt?
Und ich reite immer noch auf dem Hausherrn …
Weiter geht´s. Er stößt seinen harten Prügel kraftvoll in meine Rosette, und zieht dabei meinen Oberkörper zu sich nach hinten. Ich hänge rücklings mit gespreizten Beinen über Ihm, seine Lenden bewegen sich immer schneller, Mein Schwanz wippt auf und ab, seine rechte schlägt mir mit der flachen Hand darauf, nicht nur auf den Schwanz sondern auch auf meine Eier. Ich fühle, dass er gleich spritzt, ich auch unter seinen Schlägen. Als er seine erste heiße Ladung in meinen Darm entlädt, kann ich mich auch nicht mehr zurückhalten, unter unseren beiden Gestöhne. Während er meinen Darm füllt komme auch ich, hands-free. Mein Samen läuft mir am Schwanz runter über die Eier und tropft auf den Boden. Ich steige ab, stehe mit zittrigen Knien vor Ihm, im meinem Gesicht trocknet so langsam das Sperma der andern an. „Morgen gleiche Uhrzeit wieder hier, du Sau“ und zu den anderen: „ Dann dürft Ihr ihn auch benutzen.
Trage einen Tag später das gleiche Outfit. Im Wohnzimmer stehen die drei Alten von gestern, allerdings nackt. Bei meinem Anblick greift sich ein jeder zwischen die Beine. Der in der Mitte meint: „Komm her du Sau und blas mir einen! Ich knie vor Ihm und tue was mir befohlen wurde. Ich spiele mit seinen Eiern, sauge an seinem Penis, und er wächst in meinem Mund, er wird knüppelhart. Nachdem ich Ihn hart geblasen habe kniet er sich hinter mich und ein weiterer alter Schwanz benutzt mein Maul. Reih um darf ich sie blasen und sie ficken mich. Ass to mouth. Ich darf mich auf die Couch knien und meine Arschbacken auseinander ziehen, breitbeinig. Nacheinander ficken mich alle drei in den Arsch. Der Hausherr macht mit seinem Handy Fotos davon. Auch wie sie mich anspitzen.

7 Ich darf am nächsten Abend wiederkommen.
Als ich vom Flur, in dem ich mich umkleiden durfte, ins Wohnzimmer trete, sitzt er mit seinem Bademantel auf dem Sofa und schaut sich genüsslich die Bilder von gestern an, groß und gestochen scharf auf seinem Fernseher. Ansonsten ist der Raum dunkel. „Komm näher und lass dich ansehen du schwanzgeiles Luder“. Sowie ich bekleidet bin trete ich seitlich neben den alten. Ich trage Lack-High-Heels, 10cm mit Metallabsatz in schwarz, einen engen schwarzen Gummi-BH, der meine Nippel raus quetscht und violette Satinhandschuhe, fast schulterhoch. Und sonst nichts. Ach ja, hätte ich fast vergessen, ich bin ab dem Hals komplett rasiert. Ich sehe mich selbst auf dem Bildschirm in mehreren Posen und es erregt mich wieder. Da ich die letzten Tage nicht spritzen durfte fängt mein haarloser Pimmel sofort an zu wippen. „Wie ich sehe macht es dich an du Sau“ und er greift mir an die Eier. Sein Daumen und die restlichen drei Finger kneten meine Hoden, nur der Mittelfinger findet den Weg in mein Arschloch. Durch die Bilder und seiner Behandlung wippt mein Schwanz fast waagerecht. Ich bin geil ohne Ende. Er legt mir eine Manschette an, hinter die Eichel und noch eine um die Eier, an beiden hängen Kabel die zu einer Art Fernsteuerung führen. „Wenn du einen Abgang haben willst, komm mit“ und zieht mich an der Fernsteuerung durch den dunklen Raum auf den Balkon.
Die Straßenlaternen liegen unter uns, die Häuserfront gegenüber ist noch nicht mal 20m weg, teilweise sind Fenster erleuchtet. Erst traue ich mich nicht, aber dann stehe ich in meinem Outfit seitlich neben ihm auf dem Balkon. Sein rechter Daumen berührt meine Pussy und er meint: „ Hände an die Seite, und wenn du Luder kommen willst, dann setz dich! Ich lass ich auf seinen Daumen gleiten, und in diesem Moment durchzuckt ein Stromschlag meinen Unterleib. Ich unterdrücke ein Stöhnen. Sekunden später der nächst elektrische Schlag. Mein Schwanz zuckt gewaltig. Die pulsierenden Stromstöße kommen immer schneller. Was mache ich hier? Ich reite auf einem Daumen und bekomme Stromschläge ins Gemächt. Ich bin nur noch geil. Ein Pärchen kommt die Straße entlang, ich hoffe sie sehen mich nicht in der Dunkelheit.“ Und jetzt winke mal zu dem dunklen Fenster gegenüber, ein Freund von mir filmt dich gerade“. Mein ganzer Körper vibriert und ohne einen Laut ab zu geben läuft mir der Samen aus dem prallen Rohr. „ Du wirst Ihn kennenlernen, er ist etwas außergewöhnlich“. Wir gehen zurück in die Wohnung, er nimmt mir die Manschetten ab als es klingelt. Er lässt den Besucher herein und meint: „ Mein Freund mit der Kamera“. Der Fremde schlüpft aus seinen Sneakers, zieht die Jogginghose aus und da steht ein alter Knacker nur mit einem T-Shirt und jetzt weiß ich was er mit außergewöhnlich meinte. Nachdem der Fremde seinen Schwanz kurz an gewichst hat stehen da 15cm, na ja, aber die Eichel hat 7cm Durchmesser, Oh Scheiße. „Da du Ficksau jetzt schön entspannt bist knie dich aufs Sofa“. Der T-Shirt-Mann tritt hinter mich und schiebt mir zwei Finger in den Arsch, dann drei. Nachdem ich das Gefühl habe mehr geht nicht, bin ich auf einmal leer. Er zieht mit beiden Händen meine Arschbacke aus einander und ich spüre seine heiße Eichel an meiner Pussy. Der Golfball dringt hinter meinen Schließmuskel, ich jaule noch unterdrückt. Doch während er tiefer in mich eindringt werde ich lauter. Dieses RiesenTeil steckt ganz in mir. Er fickt mich hart und schnell Als ich sein Sperma heiß in mir fühle komme ich zum zweiten Mal hands-free.
8 Er holt mich am nächsten Abend ab.
Ich soll ein paar wichtige Leute kennenlernen. Wir fahren nach Sonnenberg, für die, die sich hier nicht auskennen: ein verdammt teures Viertel. Über einen Kiesweg betreten wir das Haus, ein Diener lässt uns ein, direkt in die Gästetoilette. Ich darf mich umziehen. Ein weißer Catsuit aus Netz, logischerweise ouvert. Nicht nur mein Gemächt hängt frei, sondern auch meine kompletten Arschbacke. Halterlose Netzstrümpfe, High-Heels in Lack und Satin-Handschuhe, alles im gleichen weiß. Darüber ein Hauch von nichts ein transparenter Umhang aus Tüll, nur am Hals geschlossen. Der Alte trägt eine Leinenhose und ein weißes Hemd. So betreten wir das riesige Hohnzimmer. Vor der großen Fensterfront stehen 4 ältere Herren, alle im Anzug, im Gespräch. Als wir den Raum betreten wenden sie sich uns zu. Wir gehen die ca. 6m durch den Raum auf sie zu. Bei jedem Schritt wippt mein Schwanz vor dem Umhang. Ich fasse mir an meinen Pimmel. Der kleinste von den Fremden, 1,65 und 95kg tritt vor mich. „Ich habe gehört, du willst uns kennenlernen“ und greift mir ungeniert an meinen Schwanz und fängt an mich zu wichsen. Will ich die alten Säcke kennenlernen? Will ich hier stehend gewichst werden? Seine andere Hand gleitet seitlich an meinen Arsch, ein Finger sucht meine Pussy. Ich stelle mich etwas breitbeiniger und beuge mich leicht nach vorne. „Ist er benutzbar?“ fragt der Wichser. „Golfball-Johny hat In sich gestern vorgenommen“ kommt die Antwort. Ich kann mich gut daran erinnern, mir brennt jetzt noch das Arschloch. Als Bestätigung schiebt er mir gleich 2 Finger in den Arsch. Er tritt einen Schritt zurück und meint: „Dann auf die Knie, du Schwanzlutscher und sei gut, sonst …“ ich bearbeite seinen Prügel, den er aus der Hose holt. 16×6. Die andern 3 gesellen sich zu uns. Von 13×4 bis 18×5 blase ich alle Vier. Fast gleichzeig spritzen Sie mich an. Von meinem Gesicht bis auf den Umhang bin ich vollgeschleimt. Ich knie vor den 4 Alten, wichs meinen Pimmel und schau auf die Schwänze vor mir. Keiner wird schlaff, alle stehen noch waagerecht. Haben die etwas genommen? Ich darf mich auf eine Ledercouch knien, mein Blich geht auf die weitläufige Terrasse. Ich beuge mich über die Rückenlehne und spreize meine angewinkelten Beine. Abwechselnd stehen die Anzugträger hinter mir und ficken mich in den Arsch. Nacheinander besamen mich alle 4. Ich darf aufstehen. Aus dem Arschloch läuft mir Sperma. Mein Knüppel hängt vor mir. Sie packen Ihre Schwänze wieder in die Hosen und bitten mich auf die Terrasse mit zu kommen. Mit halbsteifem Pimmel und voll Sperma gehen wir nach draußen. Da hängt eine Art Hängematte aus Schilf, sieht eher aus wie ein Sling. Ich soll mich darauf legen Ich lasse meinen vollgeschleimten Umhang zu Boden gleiten. Ich liege bequem in einem flachen Winkel nach oben, halte mich an den beiden hinteren Befestigungsseilen fest. Meine Beine werden an den beiden anderen Seilen fixiert, senkrecht nach oben. Der Diener tritt auf die Bühne. Der Hausherr meint nur: „Wäre das nicht was für dich? Tue dir keinen Zwang an“. Der Hausangestellte einkleidet sich. Da steht ein schwarzer muskulöser Mann, ca. 22×7 und das ganze schon waagerecht. Das könnte weh tun. „Nimm ihn dir!“ höre ich den Hausherrn und er kommt näher, seine Hände legen sich um meine Oberschenkel und er dringt ein. Nachdem ich schon 4mal gefickt wurde ist nicht mehr ganz so schmerzhaft dieses Monstrum in mich auf zu nehmen. Immer tiefer stößt er seinen Phallus in mich, ich werde immer geiler. Schneller. Tiefer. Er stöhnt laut auf und entlädt sich in meinem Darm. Viel und heiß. In diesem Moment spitze ich mir selbst auf den Bauch, wiedermal hands-free.

9 Mein Herr holt mich wieder ab.
Auf sein Verlangen trage ich nur High-Heels, Halterlose, eine brustfreie Korsage und darüber einen fast bodenlangen Mantel. Im Auto bekomme ich ein blonde Perücke und eine Viagra. Auf dem Weg durch die Stadt zieht er meinen Mantel auseinander und wichst meinen Pimmel, der durch die chemische Unterstützung auch sofort reagiert, ich werde hart. „Du musst mir zu Geld verhelfen und ich möchte dass du gut aus siehst“. HÄ? In der beginnenden Dämmerung fahren wir in ein Viertel mit vorwiegend türkisch aussehenden Menschen, durch zwei Toreinfahrten in einen Hinterhof. Wir steigen aus und er stellt sich hinter mich und nimmt mir den Mantel ab. Ich stehe in meinem Outfit und fast steifem Schwanz in einem halbdunklen Innenhof und schaue auf dunkle Fenster. Ein alter Mann kommt aus einem Schatten auf uns zu. Vor uns stehend krault er sein Gehänge und fragt: „Wie gut, und wie viel?“ Nonchalant erwidert mein Herr hinter mir: „Überzeuge Dich und lass Dir einen blasen“. Während ich vor dem Alten auf die Knie gehe holt er seinen Schwanz aus der Hose. Jetzt weiß ich wie mein Herr das mit dem Geldverdienen meint. Ich ziehe die Vorhaut des alten Schwanz zurück, seine Eichel wächst und ich öffne die Lippen, Sein Schwanz gleitet in meinen Mund ich fange an zu saugen. Er wächst in meinem Mund, seine Hände legen sich auf meinen Hinterkopf und er fängt an zu keuchen. „Nichts gibt es umsonst, Blasen 50€“. Eine Hand verlässt meinen Hinterkopf und Scheine rascheln und wechseln den Besitzer. Der erste spritzt mir ins Maul. Andere Gestallten nähern sich uns. „ficken?“ meint einer von Ihnen. „100“ höre ich die bekannt Stimme hinter mir. Zuckersüß meint mein Herr: „ Süße stell dich doch bitte an den Wagen, wie bei einer Polizei-Kontrolle“. Meine Unterarme liegen auf den Autodach, ich spreize die Beine und strecke den Arsch raus. Der erste tritt hinter mich, aus dem Augenwinkel sehe ich dass seine Hose offen ist. Wieder wechseln Geldscheine die Hände. Seine rauen Hände kneten meinen Arsch, ziehen die Backen aus einander und er stößt mit einem Ruck hinter meinen Schließmuskel. Nach kurzer Pause rammelt er mich wie ein Karnickel, schnell und hart. Nach relativ kurzer Zeit wird es heiß in meinem Darm als er sich in mir entlädt. Er geht. Und der nächste kommt. Ich weiß nicht mehr wie viele ältere Schwänze ich blasen musste, oder wie viele mich gefickt haben. 2 Stunden später ist es vorüber. Von oben bis unten klebt Sperma an mir, ich schluckte noch an den Resten des letzten Spritzers und aus dem geweiteten Arschloch läuft auch noch was raus, aber mein Schwanz steht immer noch oder wieder kerzengerade vor mir. Er gibt mir meinen Mantel und meint: Wenn wir bei mir sind machst du geile Sau dich erst einmal frisch und dann darfst du auch spritzen“. Wir fahren zu Ihm, unterwegs spielt er immer wieder mit meinem Steifen. Ich gehe in sein Bad, erst mal Duschen. Nur mit High-Heels betrete ich sein Wohnzimmer Er sitzt nackt in dem einzigen Sessel, breitbeinig, und reibt seinen Prügel mit der rechten Hand. „Setz dich“. Ich schaue mich um und weiß was er meint. Ich stelle mich mit gespreizten Beinen über seinen Unterleib, seine linke knetet meine Eier und zieht mich daran nach unten. Er dringt in mich ein. Nach all den Schwänzen die mich heute schon gefickt haben gleitet er fast schmerzlos in meinen Darm. Seine Hand legt sich schmerzhaft um meinen Steifen. „Sag, dass du Sau mein Sklave sein willst!“ Ich bin geil, aber werde rot und nach einem kurzen Moment sage ich: „Ich will Ihr Sklave sein, mein Herr“. Dabei kommt es mir wie noch nie zuvor Ich schieße Ladung nach Ladung auf seinen Bauch und seine Brust. Langsam komme ich zu Ruhe, sein steifer Prügel steckt immer noch in meinem Arsch. „Auf die Knie und blas mich ab, wehe ein Tropfen geht auf den Teppich und dann leckst du deine Sahne auf mir ab“.

10 Eine Woche lang habe ich Ruhe,
ich muss nur jeden 2. Tag zu einem Doc gehen, dann holt er mich wieder ab, gleiches Outfit, gleiches Prozedere. Ich trage wieder eine blonde Perücke und darf eine Viagra einnehmen. Der Unterschied: Meine kleinen Titten sind auf das doppelte auf gespritzt, danke, Doc, und ich darf noch ein Lederband um meinen Hals legen, mit einer Kette daran. Wir fahren in ein Industrie-Gebiet in eine große Halle. Mitten drin hält er an. Er steigt aus geht um seinen Wagen, öffnet die Beifahrertürgreift nach der Kette um meinem Hals und meint: „Lass den Mantel im Auto“. So zieht er mich aus dem Fahrzeug. Wir gehen weiter in die halbdunkle Halle, meine High-Heels werfen Echos in den Raum. Aus dem Dunkeln schälen sich mehrere Gestalten. Anzüge und Masken werden erkennbar. Von hinten höre ich die Stimme meines Herrn: „Sie dürfen die Ware auch prüfen“. Höre ich richtig? Ich bin Ware? Die Männer kommen näher, der vor mir greift mir an den Schwanz und auf seine Frage: „Sauber“ antwortet mein Herr das ich beim Doc in Behandlung sei. Von der Seite gleitet eine Hand über meinen Arsch und ein Finger sucht seinen Weg ohne viel Widerstand in mich. Die anderen beiden treten auch näher an mich heran, alle vier sind älter als ich, gut gekleidet. Fingernägel zwirbeln meine Nippel, Hände prüfen meine Steifheit und quetschen meine Eier, Sie sehen meine Geilheit. Der Finger zieht sich aus meinem Arsch und die dazu gehörige Stimme meint: „Wenn sie das hält was sie verspricht, bezahle ich fast jeden Preis“. Mein Herr nickt. Der Fremde hinter mir rammt mir mit Wucht seinen Daumen bis zum Anschlag in den Darm, ich beuge mich leicht nach vorne. „Beweg dich du kleine Schwanzhure“ und schiebt mich mit seinem Daumen vorwärts. Mit seinem Daumen im Arsch und seiner restliche Faust zwischen meinen Schenkeln ist es nicht einfach zu gehen, und dann noch mit High-Heels. Wir gehen weiter in die dunkle Halle bis wir zu einer Art Turngerät kommen, es sieht aus wie ein Bock. Vier gespreizte Beine, aber darüber eine Art Liegefläche. Ich darf darauf Platz nehmen. Ich liege von meinem Nabel bis zum Hals darauf, meine Fuß – und -Handgelenke werden an die Beine des Bocks gebunden. „Alle Kameras sind online“ höre ich. Was jetzt denke ich. An der hohen Decke flammen mehrere Strahler auf und tauchen die Szenerie in gleißendes Licht. Ein dunkler Anzug tritt vor mich, öffnet seine Hose und holt einen halbsteifen hervor, eine Hand krallt sich in meine Haare, zieht meinen Kopf in die richtige Position und sein Schwanz verschwindet in meinem Mund, ich fange an zu blasen. Schritte hinter mir. Ein Zipp wird runter gezogen, Hände kneten meine Arschbacken und ziehen sie aus einander. Eine harte Eichel sucht ihren Weg. Nach dem dritten Versuch gibt mein Schließmuskel auf. Der fremde Schwanz hat mich geöffnet, er schiebt sich jedem Stoß tiefer in meinem Darm und irgendwann klatschen seine Eier an meine. Alle vier benutzen mich als Zweilochstute. Eine halbe Stunde später: Drei von Ihnen besamen mich, einer nach dem anderen, von hinten. Einer spritzt mir mitten ins Gesicht. Ich bin noch immer auf dem Bock gebunden, vom Kinn tropft mir Sperma auf den Boden, ebenfalls aus meinem Arschloch. Die Lichter gehen aus und ein Anzugträger meint das dass ein geiler Film werde.
Das Video geht in einschlägigen Foren ab wie ein Zäpfchen. Werde ich ungefragt zum Filmstar?
11 Mein Herr fährt mich 3 Tage später zu einer Kirche,
durch den Hintereingang betreten wir die privaten Räume des Geistlichen. Ich trage nichts außer High-Heels und einen fast bodenlangen Mantel. Durch mehrere Räume gelangen wir in seine Art von Geschäftszimmer. Auf der rechten Seite sitzt er in einer roten Sutane auf einer Couch, auf der linken Seite läuft auf dem Großbildschirm mein Video. „Du bist der Sünde verfallen mein Sohn, aber ich kann dir helfen, lass den Mantel fallen und komm näher“. Ich stehe 3 Schritte vor Ihm. Seine Augen tasten mich ab und eine Beule wird unter dem Stoff sichtbar. Er steht auf und kommt auf mich zu. „Ich werde eine Teufelsaustreibung an dir vornehmen müssen und das nicht ganz schmerzfrei“ dabei krallen sich seine Fingernägel in meine Nippel, ich stöhne kurz auf. Seine linke gleitet an meinen Arsch und knetet die Backen. Seine rechte kratzt mit allen Fingernägeln über meine Bauch, über die Hüften an meinem Schwanz vorbei an meine Eier und greift zu, nicht gerade zärtlich, und ich gehe vor Schmerz in die Knie. Dabei wächst mein Kleiner. „Das ist ja noch schlimmer als ich befürchtet habe, ich brauche Hilfe“. Wie auf ein Stichwort öffnet sich eine Seitentür und ein Kuttenträger tritt ein, groß hager, schwarzer Haarkranz und Hornbrille. Er zieht einen Galgen, wie man ihn aus der Medizin kennt mit einer Hand. In Kopfhöhe hängt eine prall gefüllte Wärmflasche die in einen Schlauch mündet, am Ende des Schlauchs hängt ein nicht gerade kleiner Plug mit einem Ventil. Der Adjutant darf mich vor bereiten. Mit einem Stoß rammt er mir den Plug in den Arsch und öffnet das Ventil. Heißes Wasser strömt in meinen Darm. Der Rotkittel drückt jetzt die Wärmflasche leer. Eine Unmenge an Flüssigkeit quillt in mich. Sein Adjutant schließt das Ventil und zieht den Schlauch aus dem Plug. Ich darf vor ihm auf und ab gehen. Ich fühle mich schwanger, aber der Druck auf die Prostata lässt meinen Schwanz bei jedem Schritt waagrecht wippen. Nach 5 min, aber einer gefühlten Ewigkeit, soll mich sein Adjutant ins Bad begleiten. Ich stehe über dem WC und er zieht den Plug raus. So viel kam noch nie aus mir raus. Alles entspannt sich, mein Darm und auch mein Kleiner. Nachdem ich mich gesäubert habe darf ich mich anziehen. Ein langärmeliges weißes Hemd, aber geht nur bis zur Taille, Kiestrümpfe und Halbschuhe, beides in Schwarz. So darf ich wieder ins Geschäftszimmer treten. Der Kardinal, oder was auch immer, sitzt auf der Couch, bei meinem Anblick wird die Beule unter seiner Robe wieder sichtbar. Er steht auf und kommt näher. „Dreh dich um.“ Spinnenartig gleiten seine Finger über meinen Körper bis zwischen meine Arschbacken, ein Finger sucht den Eingang und findet ihn. Als ein Finger in meinen Darm gleitet stelle ich mich etwas breitbeiniger. Ein zweiter und auch kurz darauf ein dritter Finger erkunden mein Innerstes. Als der vierte auch noch dazu kommt zucke ich vor Schmerz zusammen. „Steh still, sonst kommst du ans Kreuz und wirst für deinen Ungehorsam auch noch ausgepeitscht. Wer hat gesagt die Austreibung deines Dämons wäre schmerzfrei“. Bis zum abgewinkelten Daumen steckt seine Hand in meinem Arsch. Ich stöhne nur. „Auf die Knie Satan“. Ich folge seinem Befehl und gehe auf alle viere. Ich blicke mich um und sehe seinen Adjutanten seitlich neben mir, sein lüsterner Blick und seinen Hand an der Kutte verraten mir was er jetzt gerne mit mir anstellen würde. Aber erst mal ist sein Chef dran. Er teilt seine Robe und da sehe ich außer schwarzen Schuhen waagrecht stehende 18×5, aber die Eichel hat 7cm Durchmesser. Oh scheiße, das könnte schmerzhaft werden. Mit seiner linken greift er mir in die Haare. „Ich werde dich erlösen“. Er lässt meinen Schopf los und seine Hände krallen sich in meine Arschbacken, ziehen sie aus einander und sein großes heißes Teil drückt auf meinen Schließmuskel. Der erste Stoß geht hinter meinen Muskel, ich stöhne vor Schmerz und Lust. Der zweite Stoß geht komplett in mich, ich fühle nur noch Schmerz. Er fängt an mit zunehmender Geschwindigkeit mich mit der mehr als golfballgroßen Eichel zu ficken. Es dauert nicht lange und mein Pimmel reagiert wieder, ich werde geil und hart. Er bearbeitet meinen Darm mindestens eine viertel Stunde, dann reißt er mich an den Haaren fast in die senkrechte. Sein Prügel pulsiert in mir. „ Helfen Sie mir bei dem Exorzismus, Bruder“, der andere Kittel kommt näher, leckt sich über die wulstigen Lippen und hebt seine Soutane bis in Bauchhöhe. 15×4 stehen waagrecht vor mir. Noch ein Schritt und sein Schwanz dringt in mein Maul. „Jetzt lass den Dämon raus“ raunt er mir ins Ohr und rammt sein Schwert kraftvoll in mich. Ich kann und will mich nicht mehr zurück halten. Seine andere Hand legt sich hart um meinen Schaft und in diesem Moment entlädt sich meine ganze Geilheit. In mehreren Schüben spritze ich meinen Samen auf den Boden. Bei diesem Anblick ergießt sich auch der Geistlich mit lautem Stöhnen hinter mir und in mir. Auch der vor mir greift mit beiden Händen an meinen Kopf und schiebt ihn ganz über seinen Steifen und lässt seinen heißen Segen an meine Mandeln klatschen. Als die beiden sich wieder beruhigt und züchtig gekleidet haben meint der mit der roten Robe: „Ich werde dir die Beichte abnehmen und dich wieder auf den richtigen Pfad bringen wenn du wieder unzüchtig wirst.“
Was steht mir noch bevor?

My Brother’s Boy

I am a G**** Farmer, have 5 aches and the summer between his junior & senior year my nephew Ed came to work for my-he was 17 and turned 18 in July so don’t feel like I was Robbing the Cradle. He was on the HS Wrestling Team and worked out beautiful young man 5’10”, about 160 LBS, blond very curly hair, green eyes worked out like a champ very well defined. Will give you his important measurements when I take them.

I wanted him that’s for Damn Sure but made no really open moves or said any thing. That next day up and 5 am and we headed to the northern edge of my property to start repairing the fence. Finished the day at about 5 pm and headed back to the house. I have a screened in porch on the back of the house with a large to headed shower at one end. Told him we would shower before going inside. Had big beach towels hanging on the wall and a large laundry basked.

Walked over and started stripping, made sure as I pulled off by boxer shorts that I bent over giving him a good look at my fine ass (if I do day so). Turned to watch him and he had turned away just enough that I got a great peek at his & noted those shiny tiny yellow curls all around his butt hole. I turned, went into the shower and turned on both showers. Stepped into one and just stood there under the water kind of rubbing every thing giving my cock/balls & ass special attention turned so he could see it all, and sure enough he was taking it all in. Great to my pleasure the sight of him doing the same to his hot young body really turned me on. his balls hung well below his cock-looked abut 4 & 1/2″ hanging there and from the great slightly rounded muscle ass-man, O man wanted to spread those cheeks and taste those little golden curly hairs.

I stepped up to him and offered to wash his hair (I know- a ruse but he agreed) Grabbing the shampoo stepped up to the front and started rubbing it into his hair. Note that I stood close enough that with just a small hump my cock brushed up against his several times. Told him to turn around and this time made sure it bumped right up against his ass crack. Needless to say my cock was extending a bit. Rinsed him off and told him to do me. You would expect he didn’t really get quite so close but I moved up a bit, too much as now our cocks were really rubbing on each other. He quickly moved behind me to finish and though I felt his cock just brush against my butt cheeks he quickly backed up a bit.

We both moved into our own showers, facing each other and started soaping up. I started right away, soaping my balls and my crotch and then my cock a bit harder but well washed, looked up and he was washing hi, but really checking me out, as I was his, and I really stiffened up seeing his cock was at fully hard. You all know how that looking a hot young nude stud with a hard cock how your mouth waters. your cock twitches, and even your butt tweaks. Must admit that I almost move over an grabbed his, instead told him that like me he must be real horny!! He really took a hard look at my cock,as I moved my soaping hands, let the suds rinse off my cock and balls and started slowly squeezing my butt cheeks making my cock bob up and down. His cock was now right up against his pubic area.

I told him that I was feeling really horny & hoped he didn’t mind if I took care of my problem, and started slow stroking with my thumb and fore finger. He just really grinned even showing some teeth and started stroking. I moved right up to him and saying that it was better if we did each other. I pushed his hand away and felt him up balls & cock and started just milking his fat helmet shaped cock head. At the same time he humped forward wrapped his hand around the center of my cock and stroked. Damn talk about being fucking hot I knew if I didn’t slow down a bit I’d blow sooner than I wanted too.

We worked each others cocks for several minutes, “Fuck This’ flashed through my mind and I knelt down and sucked him right down to the fat base of his hard cock. Loved tasting his oozing pre-cum from his piss-slit and right away slowly nursing on his tasty hard cock. Loved the feel of his cock flesh moving up and down slightly on his throbbing hardness “Damn he tasted good” and I began working my tongue. Now he had his hands on my head and was humping/fucking his hardness into my hungry sucking mouth. Know that by this time I had not only fondled the fine flexing cheeks of his ass but was massaging his tiny butt hole crack with a couple of fingers. (I was always fascinated about how small that crack really was & turned on knowing how it was going to feel when I pushed my big fuckin Mushroom cock head in stretching his very tight ass hole and feeling it clamp down!!).

Right then I stood up and just humped my cock up at him-“Damn!”, he said ‘I don’t know about this!!”. In just a minute or two he was on his knees trying to suck be all the way to the fat base of my cock and of course gagged himself, as he backed off I told him to just suck it up don’t try to take it all. He did nursling like crazy. Right away I pushed him down, turned into a 69 and in seconds we both felt that pre-cum tickle at the base of our cocks, our 1st wads ticklish rush down the length of our cocks, with that electric burst from our piss-slits into each others mouths- he was a man & kept sucking until we had sucked each other dry-I told his to keep sucking until we both went soft.

We dried off and each slipped on some shots went inside fixed and had dinner. After doing the dishes we went into the living room and I put on a great pair of studs sucking cock. Don’t really know what made me do it but told him I needed to show him a few thing taking off our shorts. We fondled each others cocks and balls & I started kissing him using lots of tongue. When we were both hard and leaking pre-cum told him I’d show him a few tricks. Bent down, squeezed his cock making his cock head swell up a bit and just started liking that super sensitive rim of his cock head. Round and round several times, then giving it a good massage with my mouth the rimed around again. I did this for some time, not to get him off but to further excite his. I backed off and told him to do it to me. He was fantastic and I’m glad to say he seemed to enjoy the taste of cock head & my pre-cum oozing from my piss-slit as much as I enjoyed his.

I pulled him up saying I’d show him again so he’d get it right (BS) and sucked up his cock head again. This time he was close so I backed off had us lay down in a 69 sucking each others throbbing pre-cum cocks making each other cum, man its always over too fast, no matters how many fantastic wads of cum gives you that electric tickling blast of cum, Needless to say, I again fondled his fine ass & crack and gently just barely pushed the tip of my little finger into his butt-hole-crack-if he noticed he didn’t seem to mind as I felt him do the same to me, don’t know about you guys but do love ass-play. This time it happened all to fast that thrust of each wad as we socked down ever great salty wad of cum, and again continued sucking each other soft and twitching each others butt-hole-cracks.

I made sure that we practiced sucking cock for the next couple of days, then introduced him to Dushing (?) out and “Rimming Ass” but that’s another story, there a several more like “Butt Fucking” and 3 and 4 Ways. Note: Cock Sucking will always be apart of each.

He let me know what you think???????