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“I bet you I could make this shot full court.” I placed my hands on my knees as the sweat poured from my brow. “Yeah right,” I panted. “You do that and I’ll eat my shoe.” He grinned and with ease tossed the ball into the air. I stood up and watched the ball glide across the court. It headed straight for the basket. There’s no fucking way, I thought to myself. The ball danced around the edge of the hoop before falling through the netting. “Oh yeah!” Marcus jumped up and down. “I hope you like the taste of sweaty hi-tops.” He ran towards me. I covered my face with my hands as his arms wrapped tightly around me. I could feel his pecs hard against my knuckles. What an ass, I thought; leave it to Marcus to make such an impossible shot. “Ok,” I said pushing away from him. “Alright, you’re good. You’re the best.” I dropped to my knees and waved my hands in worshiping motion. He laughed and put his hands on his hips. I knew payback was coming and I could only imagine what was going through his naughty little head. He sauntered over to me, his smile bright and wide. I could see the outline of his cock bouncing inside his basketball shorts. “You know you owe me now right?” I stretched out on the cold gym floor. He walked up to me and stood with his legs on either side of my worn out body. He was directly over my face. I could peek inside his baggy shorts to see his large cock looming before me. His hairless balls hung heavy with his sweet juice. “What do you have in mind?” I asked. “I hope you don’t think we’re going to do something here. Someone could catch us.” “Shhh.” He crouched down and placed his finger on my lips. “It’s the weekend. No one ever comes here on the weekends.” He was right, but I still didn’t want to take that chance. He got on his knees, his bulge inches from my face. I could see it getting hard, creating a tent. My mind told me I shouldn’t, but I was too aroused to think straight. He grinned. He knew he had me right where he wanted. I pulled myself up on my elbows with his hardness so close I could almost taste it. I opened my mouth and reached for him; I wanted to suck on him through the sweaty fabric. “Oh no,” he said getting up. “You’re not getting off that easy.” I sat up and looked at him confused. Usually oral was his favorite thing. He loved the way I went down on him. He always said I was the only white boy who could go down on his ten inches with ease. “No baby,” he said. “I want something I’ve been asking for a while now.” I shook my head no. I knew exactly what he was talking about. He had been after me for weeks now trying to get me to jack off for him. He had gotten into such a voyeur kick lately. All he talked about was watching other people have sex. Of course I didn’t complain, it was these kinds of fetishes that kept our relationship fresh. “Sorry, but you have to, otherwise you’re eating your shoe. Take your pick.” He had me backed into a corner. If I didn’t do as he said I knew he wouldn’t speak to me for days and I hated that. Sometimes I thought Marcus had invented the silent treatment, he was so good at it. “Alright, you win. I’ll do as …
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Shower for One
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“I bet you I could make this shot full court.”
I placed my hands on my knees as the sweat poured from my brow.
“Yeah right,” I panted. “You do that and I’ll eat my shoe.”
He grinned and with ease tossed the ball into the air. I stood up and watched the ball glide across the court. It headed straight for the basket. There’s no fucking way, I thought to myself. The ball danced around the edge of the hoop before falling through the netting.
“Oh yeah!” Marcus jumped up and down. “I hope you like the taste of sweaty hi-tops.”
He ran towards me. I covered my face with my hands as his arms wrapped tightly around me. I could feel his pecs hard against my knuckles. What an ass, I thought; leave it to Marcus to make such an impossible shot.
“Ok,” I said pushing away from him. “Alright, you’re good. You’re the best.”
I dropped to my knees and waved my hands in worshiping motion. He laughed and put his hands on his hips. I knew payback was coming and I could only imagine what was going through his naughty little head. He sauntered over to me, his smile bright and wide. I could see the outline of his cock bouncing inside his basketball shorts.
“You know you owe me now right?”
I stretched out on the cold gym floor. He walked up to me and stood with his legs on either side of my worn out body. He was directly over my face. I could peek inside his baggy shorts to see his large cock looming before me. His hairless balls hung heavy with his sweet juice.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked. “I hope you don’t think we’re going to do something here. Someone could catch us.”
“Shhh.” He crouched down and placed his finger on my lips. “It’s the weekend. No one ever comes here on the weekends.”
He was right, but I still didn’t want to take that chance. He got on his knees, his bulge inches from my face. I could see it getting hard, creating a tent. My mind told me I shouldn’t, but I was too aroused to think straight. He grinned. He knew he had me right where he wanted. I pulled myself up on my elbows with his hardness so close I could almost taste it. I opened my mouth and reached for him; I wanted to suck on him through the sweaty fabric.
“Oh no,” he said getting up. “You’re not getting off that easy.”
I sat up and looked at him confused. Usually oral was his favorite thing. He loved the way I went down on him. He always said I was the only white boy who could go down on his ten inches with ease.
“No baby,” he said. “I want something I’ve been asking for a while now.”
I shook my head no. I knew exactly what he was talking about. He had been after me for weeks now trying to get me to jack off for him. He had gotten into such a voyeur kick lately. All he talked about was watching other people have sex. Of course I didn’t complain, it was these kinds of fetishes that kept our relationship fresh.
“Sorry, but you have to, otherwise you’re eating your shoe. Take your pick.”
He had me backed into a corner. If I didn’t do as he said I knew he wouldn’t speak to me for days and I hated that. Sometimes I thought Marcus had invented the silent treatment, he was so good at it.
Thankful For My Roommate Pat
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The snow started to accumulate ouside, Josh running his fingers over the steamed upglass of the dorm room window. Pat, his roommate, was packing to gohome for Christmas. Josh would too, only it wasn’t a happy time. He had come out to his family on Thanksgiving Day. He hadn’t intended to. His parents were gushing over his brother, Mike and his fiance Jill. His father was peppering him with remarks about his never finding a girlfriend. Josh , sitting next to Grandma, stood up to his father and said, “I have someone in my life, Pat.”
“About time. Tell us about her,” his father said.
“Pat is short for Patrick.”Josh explained.
Mike stood up and clapped his hands, saying, ‘It is about time. I thought you would die a virgin.”
His father was livid, red faced, he stood and shouted, “You’re a queer.”
Josh felt his face flushing while he said, “I am gay.”
His father said, “That roommate of your’s, his name is Patrick isn’t it.?”
“Yes, and I love him.”
His father groaned, “I think I may vomit. Send him to college for an education and look what he ends up learning. You are going to get a new room assignment. I don’t want you seeing that kid again.”
Josh said, “I will still be gay, even If I never see him again. He didn’t make me this way.”
His father said, “Go to your room. You have ruined Thanksgiving. Get out of my sight.”
Josh got up to leave, when his 70 year old grandmother grabbed his arm. She whispered, “I always knew you were a little light in the loafers.”
“What?” Josh asked.
She continuted, “I knew you liked the boys. My brother was that way, but don’t tell your father.” She kissed his hand and he went upstairs to cry, stopping the tears with thoughts of Patrick.
He and Patrick shared a dorm room, but from the beginning kept to themselves. It was early in October, the red, and gold leaves were swirling from the Maples, when Patrick walked in on Josh masturbating in front of the window. Josh was embarrassed and quickly dove under the cover of his bed.
“I’m sorry man,” Josh said.
Patrick walked over and unzipped his pants saying, “Would you feel less embarrassed, if I were jerking off too?”
Josh laughed, as Pat pulled out his penis, which wasn’t fully erect. He started running his hands over it faster and faster, wetting them with pre-cum, occasionally licking his fingers for a taste.
He asked, “You want to suck me?”
Josh replied, “I want to , but I have never done that before.”
Patrick stood in front of Josh’s bed, his ten inch penis up against his belly and cupped his hand around the base, holding it out , as Josh engulfed it with his mouth. It felt strange to Josh at first. He started sucking and the more he sucked, the more Patrick moaned, taking Josh by the head and moving him back and forth, rhythmically.It gagged him ,as the cock hit the back of his throat. Josh was now fully aroused himslef, stroking himself, running his thumb over the crack of his rod, and offeringit’s wet pre-cum to Patrick , who licked it off of his thumb. Then Patrick ‘s body stiffened and he cried out as he shot his saltyjuice into Josh’s mouth. Josh had feared the taste, but it wasn’t bad, being startled he had let most of it drip from his lips. Patrick pulled Josh’s face near, licking the delicacy from him, both kissing and sharing his seed, content in each others arms.
Patrick had Josh get off the bed as he got on all fours and instructed Josh to stuff his engorged penis in his hole. Josh was afraid to have anal sex, having never done it. Patrick said, “It will be fine.” He grabbed the lotion on the stand Josh had been using earlier, and tossed it to him. “Here lube up and push, push hard. You won’t regret it.”, Patrick said. So Josh rubbed the hand lotion on his penis and didn’t want to stop jerking himself off, but did what Pat asked.
After spreading his cheeks with his fingers, he tried to squeeze inside of him. Once inside, it was like nothing he had ever experienced before, so tight. He pulled out and slowly pushed back in, but being his first time, he shot his load, Pat feeling his warm cum inside of him. Josh joined him on the bed and they started kisisng, tongues doing a dance, the wet smacking of their lips making them both excited. Patrick started sucking Josh’s nipples and then he pinched them, making Josh hard. He didn’t think he could be aroused so soon, but he was fully erect. Patrick straddled him, kissing his smooth white belly, then hips, until he was sucking his cock. I was the most pleasant feeling, that Josh had ever had. He could feel Pat’s tongue sliding over his penis, squeezing his balls, making him moan in ecstasy. Again ,he came too soon. Pat didn’t mind or swallow, saving the cum for both of them to share in a kiss, so Josh could taste his own sweet nectar.
Josh was particularly fond of being blown. Now they would be apart for Christmas, making his heart ache. Patrick had offered for Josh to come to his …
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Menagerie
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To say that Menagerie was the hottest spot in Miami was an understatement. This was especially true on Tuesday nights when Menagerie played only R&B. That’s when all the brothas would come out to play. There is nothing I love more than a big piece of dark meat, I thought as I approached the smoky joint. The bouncer looked at my ID and then me. I was sure he thought I wasn’t eighteen due to my boyish appearance, but my ID was real. I had nothing to worry about.
After several minutes he finally stepped aside and allowed me to pass. I made sure to grab his fingers as I took my driver’s license from him.
“Gracias guapo,” I said with a wink and a smile.
I could feel his eyes follow me as I entered the club, which was already full of fine looking black men on the dance floor. There was someone for every taste and I had a craving for tall, dark, and muscular. I made my way across the dance floor to the bar. I could already feel their eyes on me. Black guys certainly loved a young piece of Latin ass like myself.
At the bar two different guys offered to buy me drinks, but I passed. They weren’t exactly my type. I grabbed my drink from the bartender and scanned the room. There were so many good-looking men around, how was a chico to choose? Luckily, before I was forced to make a choice, the man of my dreams approached. He was tall, dark, with massive arms just like I ordered. He approached flashing his dazzling white smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. He had the look of someone who was clearly up to no good.
“Hi there, my name is Gerald,” he said in a low baritone voice.
He stuck his hand out for me to take and I nearly melted at his touch. He had large strong hands. The kind you want touching you all over.
“Are you here all alone guapo?” he asked.
“Yeah, just seeing what kind of trouble I can get into.” I winked at him and inched closer.
His eyes traveled up and down my body.
“I was just telling a buddy of mine, how hot the chicos are down in Miami.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked. “Well I hope I don’t disappoint.”
“Nah man, you’re exactly what I had in mind when I said it.”
He leaned into me with his bright smile. I put my drink down and looked into his almond shaped eyes. He took my face in his hands and pressed his lips against mine. His kiss was nice and hard, making me tremble all over.
“Mmmm, I do love the way you chicos kiss.” He smiled that naughty smile again before adding, “I was just telling my friend how well Latin boys kiss.”
“Sounds like you told your friend a lot,” I teased, “what else have you told your friend?” I asked.
“Well, I elaborated on how well you boys know how to use your lips.” He gave me a quick hard peck. “You Latin boys sure know how to work those plump puckers, especially on a big black cock like mine.”
I slowly licked the round edges of my mouth and looked down to his crotch.
“That we do stud,” I said. “I know exactly what to do with a piece of meat like yours.”
“Mmmm, I bet you do.”
He leaned close enough for me to feel his bulge hardening in his jeans. I put my hand on it and gave it a quick squeeze.
He pulled back and with a big grin asked, “you like that?”
I shook my head yes.
“You think you can handle it?”
Again I replied with a nod.
“Well my friend has one just like it. You think you could handle two?”
I gasped at the thought. Two beautiful black cocks filling my throat full of cum, how could I refuse? I made him swe…
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Moving On
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The door slammed and I realized he was really gone. Until then it hadn’t hit me, I didn’t actually think he was serious about leaving. How had things gotten so far out of hand? I wondered. I didn’t mean for him to leave. I didn’t want him to go, but now it was too late. As I looked around my half empty home, everything reminded me of him. I still remembered the first night we spent in this house, it was pure bliss. Damn those were good times.
It had been three years since we had both decided to start fresh and get a place together. Everyone said it was a bad idea, we hadn’t known each other long enough, and we should wait until we were sure, but we didn’t care. We knew we were ready. We were so sure we would prove everyone wrong.
That first day we were barely half way through unloading the moving truck when Mark got that look in his eye. It was a look I knew all too well. It was the same one he had every time we finished working out. He had a big thing for sweaty muscular men, and after unloading a truck full of furniture we were both dripping with sweat. I was having such a good time, teasing him, taking off my shirt to wipe the sweat from my body, making sure I bent down to pick things up in front of him. Pretty soon the sweat beads on his forehead were not from the move, but from sexual frustration.
Every chance I got I made sure to brush up against him, letting my hand linger on his hardening bulge from time to time. It was driving him crazy, especially since we couldn’t do anything about it while the moving people were with us. They were only there to help us with the big stuff, it was cheaper that way, but as soon as they left I certainly got what was coming to me for all the teasing.
I was busy unpacking some kitchen stuff, when he came from behind me, wrapping his arms around me, pressing his large package against me.
“Mark the moving people are right outside.”
I tried to get him to stop, but he would not listen to me. His hands worked their way up my chest, pinching my nipples until they were rock hard. His bulge grinding against my tight shorts made me forget all about the movers and I got lost in the way his hands were making m…
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The Unforgiven Part 2
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Kneeling, looking up at Verik, Nahji felt like he was at the feet of a god. Verik’s swollen cock jutted out between his thick legs, sculpted with muscle. His flat belly was ridged and hard. Veins ran around his rigid cock. He had never wanted to suck cock so bad.
Verik saw the hunger in the whore’s eyes.
“You want my cock in your mouth bitch?”
“Oh Gods, yes,” Nahji said. He couldn’t hide it. He was desperate to service him.
Verik teased the whore, wiping his hard dick along the boy’s hungry lips.
“I’m going to fuck your ass long and hard,” Verik said, looking down into the boy’s eyes.
“I’ll take your cock Sir. I’ll please you,” Nahji said, licking the taste of Verik’s cock from his lips, unable to think of anything except how good his cock would feel pounding down his throat.
“I love knowing what they did to you,” Verik said, looking at the thick gold ring pierced through the center of the boy’s cock shaft. “I wish I had been the one to pierce you and make you into a pleasure bitch.”
The boy’s cheeks flushed red with shame.
“You’re always hungry for cock, like a whore, aren’t you?”
Verik pressed his hard dick against the boy’s smooth lips. Nahji opened his mouth wide, eyes closed, hot for his cock, ready to take his load.
“Answer me boy,” Verik said, keeping his cock out of reach.
“I don’t get hard anymore Sir. But I still have needs,” the boy said, breathless with desire; ashamed of his need. He hated knowing that he would never come again.
Verik slapped the boy’s face hard. “Say it bitch. Tell me what you are.”
“Look what he did to me,” the boy said, touching his limp cock. Tears slid down his cheeks. “I’m a serving whore. Men pay to use my ass. No matter how much they hurt me, I’m always desperate for more cock.” He looked up at his tormentor. “All I get is pain from men like you.”
The dull rage in the slaveboy’s eyes made Verik think how good the boy would look on all fours screaming when he took his ass.
“That’s what you’re for slut. To give men like me pleasure with your screams.”
Verik pulled the whore by his hair, forcing the boy’s face into his crotch.
“Service me, you cock sucking bitch,” he said.
The moment Nahji opened his mouth, Verik yanked his head back and shoved his cock deep down the boy’s throat.
Before they pierced him, Nahji would have been rock hard servicing a man like Verik, with a big cock stretching his mouth. The boy knew he would rape him and make him scream. He still wanted his cock. He couldn’t help it.
Verik fucked Nahji’s mouth hard and fast, looking down at the whore’s soft red lips stretched tight around his driving cock. Being inside the boy’s hot mouth, seeing him on his knees, afraid, drove him wild with lust.
“Hot bitch mouth,” Verik said, throwing his head back, humping the boy’s face.
The sound of his hips slamming into the whore was loud in the darkness of the quiet room. Verik held the boy’s hair tight, fucking his face in a wild, sadistic rhythm, pounding the back of the boy’s throat. In the orange light of the single torch, he towered over the slaveboy, pumping his hips in long, hard strokes.
Nahji took his deep strokes, moaning, even though it hurt him. He wanted a load so bad he could taste it. The boy would have given anything for his cock to get hard so he could come with Verik’s load shooting down his throat.
Verik gasped and moaned, feeling the hot tightness of the boy’s gagging throat spasm around his cock head. It was so fucking hot to use the bitch and know he couldn’t come. He groaned, feeling his balls clench hard – he was about to shoot. He tried to pull out of the boy’s mouth, but Nahji pressed his mouth down onto his cock, aching to take his load. Verik slapped the whore, and pulled out of his mouth, breathing hard.
“Think I’d waste a load in your mouth?”
“Come in my mouth,” Nahji begged, licking Verik’s slick cock. “Please.”
“No way bitch. You’re taking my load up your whore ass,” Verik said, pulling on the boy’s hair, forcing him to look up into his eyes.
“And after I’m done making you scream, you’ll still be desperate for my cock.”
Nahji looked down at his limp cock, ashamed; he knew Verik was right. Serving men was a nightmare of frustrated need.
“I need to come,” Nahji shouted at Verik, his eyes afire with rage. “Gods. I can’t stand it. Always aching. No release. I hate him.”
Verik laughed. “Why should you come like a man? Get up there.”
He threw the boy to the furs and lay on top of him, looking down into his eyes, rubbing his hardness against the boy’s useless cock.
Nahji’s legs fell open; he rubbed himself against Verik’s hard cock.
“See what a serving slut you are?” Verik said.
He kissed the side of the boy’s neck softly, whispering into his ear.
“You want my cock even if you know it’ll hurt. You want to feel me tearing into your tight little hole, don’t you bitch?”
Verik slid his hot tongue across the boy’s hard nipples. Nahji cried out in pleasure, bucking against Verik’s hard body.
“You need my cock inside you boy,” Verik said, licking the slaveboy’s nipples one after the other until the boy arched his back, pressing against Verik, tossing his head back and forth.
“Yes. I want it,” Nahji said. He couldn’t help himself. “I want your cock.”
“Even if you can’t come?”
Verik wet his finger, playing with the boy’s hole while he licked his nipples.
“Yes,” Nahji said. “Yes. Fuck me, please.”
“Look at that, you desperate whore.”
Verik rolled onto the furs, grabbing the boy around his waist so he was on his side with his ass pressed up against his hard cock.
Verik grabbed the boy’s hair and pulled his head back.
“You know what I’ll be thinking when I fuck your bitch ass?” he whispered into the boy’s ear.
Nahji moaned at the feel of Verik’s hot tongue on his neck.
“I’ll be thinking how you’re a serving slut, how you’ll never come,” he said. “This is all you’re good for now.”
He reached between the boy’s legs and grabbed his balls, pinching the soft tender flesh until the boy screamed and writhed in his grip. Verik moaned in pleasure. The thrill of the boy’s cries of pain as he tortured his balls viciously was nearly unbearable.
“You scream so good boy,” Verik whispered into the boy whore’s ear.
He dug his fingers deep into the boy’s balls, twisting, squeezing, looking into Nahji’s face, twisted into a mask of agony. He ran his hand over the boy’s luscious young flesh, loving the feel of the whore trembling against him.
“Is that bitch hole all sewn up for me?” he said into the boy’s ear.
Nahji gasped for breath in his arms. His pain wracked balls made his body tremble all over; hysterical tears choked his words.
“He had the temple sew my ass last summer,” the boy managed through his tears.
Men who owned whores had their asses tightened up so they gave men more pleasure and brought in more silver. It was agony for a cut slaveboy to have a man in his tight ass.
“What about your pleasure bead,” Verik said. “You feel anything up your whore ass?” He hated fucking a bitch who felt pleasure up his ass. It wasn’t decent.
The boy shook his head. “No. My Master took my pleasure. I only feel pain when men use me.”
Verik pushed the boy onto his back and lay on top of him, looking down into his suffering eyes.
“You want my cock bitch?” he said, pressing his thick cock against the boy’s hole.
“No, please don’t – it hurts,” the boy said in a sudden panic.
Verik laughed and put the boy’s legs up on his shoulders, opening the whore’s ass to him. The sight of the boy’s tight, pink pleasure hole in the glowing firelight made Verik wild – he ached to tear into him and make him scream. He slid his finger into the boy’s mouth, and made him lick it.
“Your fuck hole is good and tight boy, like a bitch should be,” Verik said, pressing his wet finger against the boy’s impossibly tight hole.
“Oh fuck,” Verik said when he felt the hot tightness inside the boy. “I’m going to rape this whore hole so hard, boy.”
Verik guided his cock to the boy’s hole and leaned over the bitch, pinning his arms to the furs. The whore panicked the moment he felt Verik’s thick cock pressing against his tight hole.
“No! Don’t,” Nahji said, in an ecstasy of fear. “It hurts so bad up my ass. Please.”
Verik was relentless. “Take it like a real desperate serving slut. Work your ass onto my cock,” he said, looking down into the boy’s eyes, wild with terror.
Nahji hesitated. Every inch would be a small agony. He couldn’t bring himself to obey. He just couldn’t.
“Do it bitch,” Verik said, inches from Nahji’s face in the shadowy firelight. “Or I won’t wait for your Master. I’ll carve your pretty little face to pieces and pay him to buy another whore.”
The boy knew he’d hurt him bad if he disobeyed. Nahji pressed his ass against Verik, working his tight hole onto his cock, moaning, gasping in pain.
Verik looked down into the slaveboy’s eyes, feeling how the whore’s hole resisted him, seeing how he suffered, pushing his trembling ass against his hard cock, whimpering, afraid.
“Your hole is fucking tight.”
“Oh Gods, it hurts – please! -” the boy screamed.
“Shut the fuck up and take my cock bitch.”
At last, the head of his cock entered the boy’s incredibly tight, hot hole. The slaveboy’s whimpering and begging drove Verik crazy.
He grabbed the boy’s ass and rammed his cock deep into the whore’s deliciously tight hole. Nahji screamed, struggling, begging for mercy. The boy cried in a frenzy of tears, gasping for air, trembling against him.
Verik used the boy’s ass brutally, fucking hard into him. The whore’s quivering ass grabbed his cock tight, massaging his thick meat on every driving stroke; Verik moaned and gasped in pleasure.
He leaned close, looking straight down into Nahji’s tormented eyes. Pain looked so good on the boy. He looked beautiful – whimpering, crying, so full of suffering; he wished he could save this moment forever.
“Fucking hot whore hole,” Verik said, groaning with every stroke. He couldn’t believe how hot and tight the bitch felt. The boy’s hole was incredibly sweet.
“See how I use you bitch? And after I’m done, you’ll still be hungry for cock,” he whispered into the boy’s ear.
Verik showed him no mercy. He used the boy hard, coming nearly all the way out of his hot hole, then slamming back into him.
“This is nothing,” Verik said, looking down into the boy’s eyes, stroking into his tight ass. “Wait ‘til I mount you like a bitch on all fours and rape you.” He kissed the boy’s neck, licking his soft, tender flesh. “I’m going to make you suffer boy,” he whispered into the whore’s ear.
Nahji cried pitifully, screaming when he rammed the boy’s tender hole again and again. Verik fucked the boy in a hot rhythm, turning the whore’s ass red with his savage strokes, until he finally pulled out of him.
“Get on all fours boy. I’m going to mount you like the serving bitch you are.”
Nahji put his sore ass up, whimpering, begging – but Verik paid no mind to the boy. He grabbed his hips and mounted him from behind, driving his cock deep into the boy’s abused hole. Sweat slid down Verik’s chest as he fucked the boy’s hot hole with in a wild animal fury.
Verik pushed the struggling boy to the furs, laying on top of him, kissing the scars on his back while he fucked his pleasure hole. He loved the feel of the boy’s hot hole pulsing around his throbbing cock meat. The sight of the boy’s abused back drove Verik crazy. He plung…
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TGIF chapter 1
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“TGIF” I’ll callHarold and see what he has planned for the weekend. “Harold, Steve here what are your plans this weekend buddy? Actually, I wascalling to invite you to a party, would you like to go?”
“Yep, what time?”
“I will pick you up at 8′ tonight.”
I’m attracted to Harold and I hope he picks up on it. I can’t keep it a secret forever.
When we arrived, the party, was already in full swing, the music was loud everyone seemed to be having a good time. There were no women at this party, thismade me relax. I asked Harold to dance. I held him tight and let my hands slip down to his ass, I squeezed it hard, it felt good. After the dance Harold went to get us some drinks, this gave me time to look around.
The things I saw. Good looking men paired up and touching, massaging each other . Men on their knees sucking cocks and rolling balls in their hands. Everyone was having a good time. I heard some sounds coming from the kitchen so I walked over to see what was up? To my surprise I saw it…
In the kitchen there were four guys withreally big beautiful dicks, big ballers giving this skinnykid the what for.He was happy on his knees sucking cock, while jacking off the other guy. The other two were rubbingand spanking this whores ass. I just watched this scene unfold. After one man would nut in his mouth,they made sure he swallowed all the jism, anotherwould puthis dick in the guys mouth and mouth fuck him.
The kid was enjoying it, my dick was getting hard. I was so into the fuck scene, I didn’tfeel Harold come up. When he did, he just reached up and touched my tool, it felt so good. He kept on touching me, I got harder and harder then he moved in front of me.
“Steve keep watching the whore take it up the ass and I will take care of your desire.”
I put my hand on his neck and held his head in place as I mouth fucked him while I watched the fucking goingon in front of me. I was holding his head and long dicking that mouth , it was so hot and tight. I could not help but fuck it harder and harder, as I watched this whore take it over and over up his ass.
They diddoggie style- sit on the flag pole and he even put his legs on the shoulder of the men and …
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First Thing’s First
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I could feel his gaze on me. Casually, I looked out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be attractive enough, tall and muscular, just the way I liked them. I handed the cashier the money for my coffee and sat at a nearby table. I pulled out my ragged paperback and opened it to the bookmarked page.
“Mind if I sit down?”
Before I could reply he pulled out the chair and sat directly in front of me. He looked at the cover of my book.
“Are you a big mystery fan?” he asked.
“You could say that,” I casually replied.
Actually, I hadn’t read a word of the book. I just carried it around as a prop whenever I went cruising. I smiled, put the bookmark back in its place and laid the book down giving him my full attention.
His eyes were a deep blue. His hair was the color of sunflowers, my favorite; I smiled at him and lowered my eyes. This night I wanted to be coy. I was willing to play the part of his twink conquest.
“Are you from here?” he asked.
I looked into his eyes and replied, “Would you like to go back to my place? I live just around the corner.”
From his expression I could tell he was taken aback by my frankness, but I didn’t feel like playing games. We both knew what this was about; neither of us was new at it. He shook his head yes. I watched as he stood up. I could see his semi hard cock through his basketball shorts. I led the way out of the coffee house and onto the busy street. He followed closely behind.
The doorman greeted us with a knowing smile. He knew me too well. I blushed slightly and went inside. In the elevator I tasted his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed me against the wall. His mouth tore into mine. His hands caressed me through my clothing.
The beep of the elevator interrupted us. Hesitantly, we pulled away from each other. I grabbed him by the hand and led him down the long and narrow corridor. My fingers shook as I struggled with the lock. Calm down, I thought to myself, you’ll be riding that stallion soon enough.
Once we got inside we wasted little time getting rid of our clothes. His hands rapidly undressed me. I loved the way they tore and grabbed at me.
I pulled away and, for the first time, really got a look at him; with one hand I traced his chest. He laid his head back and let me explore him. He had such broad shoulders and muscular arms. I ran my fingers through the curly hairs on his chest. It was such a nice contrast to my naturally smooth and slim physique. My hand followed the furry trail until it met the base of his cock, which was covered in blonde curly pubes.
I took his fat cock in my hands, instantly it responded…
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Eye Candy
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Marty looked at the digital clock on his dashboard. His cock stirred in anticipation. He tossed his half eaten bologna sandwich back into his lunch tote and turned down the volume on the stereo. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. It had to be at least 90 degrees; he was crazy to be sitting in his car. The air was muggy, but he was determined.
“Come on, what’s taking so long,” he muttered out loud.
He shifted his erection from one side to the other. After a few more minutes he finally heard the slow hum of the bus. The brakes on the bus came alive at the desolate bus stop. Eagerly he watched the people exiting.
As usual he was the last one to get off the bus. His backpack carelessly slung over one shoulder he looked around. Did he know I was watching him? Marty wondered. He slumped lower into his seat and lightly brushed his hand over his burgeoning erection. The muscular stud tossed his gym bag by his feet and leaned against the side of the bus stop. His tank top barely covered his muscular pecs.
Marty took a sip of his lukewarm cola and began to massage his hard on. His mind raced with all of the things he wanted to do to him. For the past month he had been spending every lunch hour fantasizing about him. Marty wondered if he would ever get the courage to speak to him. He shook the thoughts from his head. A stud like him was probably straight, but that was part of his appeal.
Marty took a deep breath and leaned the seat as far back as possible. He pulled on his white oxford shirt and slipped his hand inside his trousers. His clammy hands felt so good against his burning hot skin. His fingers played with the furry trail that led the way to his cock. His middle finger brushed against the head of his cock staining him with the free flowing pre cum that was rapidly overflowing his slit. It spread all over the palm of his hand as he made his way down his thick shaft.
Marty looked up and watched as the muscular god patiently waited for his bus. He stared at the water bottle in his hands, watched the way his long fingers curled tightly around it. Marty squeezed on his nut sac, pretending they were the man’s strong fingers instead of his own. Marty settled into his seat and continued to stroke himself. Feeling himself getting closer to release he pulled his hand out.
He sat up and watched the man at the bus stop. Marty leaned in closer as the man slowly pulled his tank top over his head. As if knowing he was on display, the man made a real show of flexing his muscular physique. Marty longed for the man’s nickel sized nipples. He wanted to taste them, to run his tongue over them and gently bite on them. He took his lower lip between his teeth and gently bit down on it. Damn, …
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“Excuse me, are you done with the salt?” said a low voice. “I don’t have any at my table and of course my waiter is no where in sight.”
I looked up from my worn paperback and into the deepest set of blue eyes I’d ever seen. His strong chin and piercing stare took me by surprise. I smiled and handed him the white shaker. His fingers grazed mine as his smile pierced through me. I could feel myself getting red in the face. Quickly, I looked back into the yellow pages of my book, but I could no longer concentrate.
I watched as the stranger walked back to his table. Where had he come from? I wondered. Giving up on my book, I put it aside and concentrated on my cup of coffee. Slowly I took sip after sip; all the while I stared at the handsome stranger. From time to time, he would meet my gaze. As luck would have it, he too was dining alone.
Before long we were both playing a game of darting eyes. With each second that passed my cock grew harder and harder. He looked so good in his three-piece suit. I longed for what was hidden under those expensive garments. Once he finished his meal he stood up, I could see the outline of his cock pressed against the fabric of his trousers. Casually, he cocked his head to the side motioning me to follow.
I watched as he made his way through the tables filled with the sounds of family conversations. I waited for a few seconds before getting up to follow. I tried not to look anyone in the eye as I pursued him into the restrooms. Inside the smell of sterilization filled my nostrils. I slowly made my way to the only stall that was occupied. I could hear his heavy breathing grow with every step I took.
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