is prick tingling and stiffening. He brushed a hand on his crotch.

Brandon Gray, he thought. Yes, third period, junior English. Yes.

He stroked his cock as he pictured the student. Junior, sixteen years old, blond Dutch boy haircut, brown eyes, peachy-looking skin. Although the boy was short and compact, his figure was somewhat curvy, even shapely.

Brandon, he thought, and swiped a hand on his dick. Umm, pretty for a boy; there's something girlish and effeminate about him.

He rubbed his stiff prick. Such a young pretty boy, he thought; and he's gay.

Mr. Longley sat at his desk in the classroom and watched the students as they came by and picked up their papers. Most of them were going to be dismayed by the grades on their papers; as well they should be.

Brandon Gray came up to the desk and picked up his paper, and Mr. Longley swept his gaze over the boy. He felt his cock stir.

He's going to be somewhat mystified, he thought.

Instead of writing a grade on Brandon's paper, he had written: Interesting paper- You need to see me in my office so we can discuss it.

Mr. Longley sat in his office holding Brandon's paper. He dropped a hand and let it fall on his upper leg near his crotch.

Brandon sat beside him. He was nervous and concerned because his teacher had not given him a grade for the paper.

"First of all, I must say that this is certainly an interesting paper," Mr. Longley moved his hand onto his crotch. "It's thought-provoking and very descriptive." He began squeezing his dick. "It's well-organized and well-written. I found it to be enjoyable and provocative."

Brandon's nervousness and concern faded. It was clear that his teacher was impressed by his paper and was going to give him a good grade for it.

Mr. Longley began to slowly move his hand up and down on his crotch. He saw that Brandon had noticed. The boy was eyeing his crotch.

"In fact, it's the most interesting and provocative paper I've read in quite a while."

His prick was stiff; it poked up, bulging out. He gave it a good squeeze. He noticed that Brandon had moved his hand to his crotch and was squeezing his cock. He could see that the boy was growing a hard-on.

"Very arousing paper; I'm going to give you an A for it." He let the paper fall from his hand as if by accident. As he reached down to retrieve it, he moved a hand onto the boy's leg and slid it on up to his crotch and palmed his dick.

Brandon gasped and lifted his crotch up and spread his legs. Mr. Longley raised up and slipped his arm around the boy's shoulder and began squeezing and rubbing his prick. The boy responded by moving his hand to Mr. Longley's crotch and rubbing up and down on his cock.

He got up and went to the door and locked it and came back. The boy had gotten up and was standing by his desk. Mr. Longley unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out, and then did the same to Brandon. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and pressed his prick forward.

He hunched Brandon, rubbing his cock upon the boy's dick. Brandon spread his legs, wrapped his arms around Mr. Longley's shoulders and hunched back at him.

He grasped the boy's rump and rubbed and squeezed it as he nuzzled his cheek and neck.

Teacher and student gasped and panted as they rubbed their pricks together.

Mr. Longley slid down to his knees and took Brandon's cock in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head as he sucked it with his lips.

"Oh, ah, oh Mr. Longley," the boy gasped as he thrust his prick into his teacher's mouth.

The boy's cock was just the right size to suck. He ran his mouth down the prick, taking it all in, sucking every inch of it.

"Oh, ah!" Brandon panted and hunched.

His teacher sucked his dick fast, bobbing his head up and down.

Brandon huffed and heaved his crotch up as the cum came gushing up his cock. He spurted a glob of semen into his teacher's mouth.

Mr. Longley sucked and gulped and swallowed the creamy cum.

He rose to his feet and placed his hands on Brandon's head and pushed down. His student went down to his knees, opened his mouth and took the prick in.

"Ah, yes," Mr. Longley hissed and slid his cock into the boy's warm wet mouth. He clasped Brandon's head and drove his dick forward. "Ah, you sweet-sucking boy."

He humped his student's face, pumping his prick down his mouth. "Oh, you hot-sucking pretty boy! Suck it all, suck every inch of it!"

He heaved his cock forward and panted in lust as he spurted semen into the boy's mouth. "Swallow my cum, swallow every drop of it!"

He mashed his crotch on the boy's face, grinding his balls on his chin as he spewed sperm into the young pretty boy's mouth.

Teacher and student had fallen in lust. From the time they had sucked each other, they thought of little else. The rest of that day and evening and the next morning, they thought of each other's cock and mouth.

It didn't take them long to get together again. The very next day, Brandon was in Mr. Longley's office, and teacher and student went at it hot and heavy.

It was the lunch hour, and they knew they had a whole hour to enjoy each other. They had stripped and were completely naked.

Mr. Longley stood behind Brandon, his arms around the boy's waist, nuzzling his neck and cheek as he rubbed his dick on the boy's rump and stroked his prick.

"Oh, ah, oh Mr. Longley," Brandon breathed out hotly as he rotated his butt and moved it back against his teacher's cock.

Mr. Longley swiped his dick on his student's rear end, rubbing the soft smooth asscheeks, sliding his prick between them, rubbing up and down on the boy's asscrack.

"Oh, you sweet pretty boy," he rasped. "I'm going to fuck you. Oh yes, I'm going to fuck your smooth soft blond ass."

He moved Brandon to the desk and pressed him down on his back, raised his legs and drew them back and grasped his buttocks. He moved his crotch up against the boy's butt and pressed forward.

He pushed his cockhead upon Brandon's asshole, straining and pressing the knob forward, pushing it into his rump.

"Oh yes," he hissed as the head of his prick entered the boy's asshole.

He dug his dick in Brandon's butt, stuffing it up the warm snug channel. The boy's ass was deliciously minty and tight, and he grunted and groaned as he crammed his cock in it.

Brandon thrust his rump up and threw his legs over his teacher's shoulders and gasped and panted as the stiff dick jammed up his ass.

Mr. Longley lustily frigged the young pretty boy, screwing him with strong full thrusts.

"Oh, you sweet-fucking boy!" he gasped.

"Oh Mr. Longley!" Brandon panted. "Oh god, you've got the biggest cock! Oh, ah, this is the sweetest fucking I've ever had!"

He lowered his head, opened his mouth and took his student's prick in. He sucked up and down on the dick as he buggered the boy's ass.

Brandon heaved his rump up and jabbed his cock into his teacher's wet sucking mouth. "Oh Jesus- oh hot cum! Suck me, fuck me! Oh god, every day- I want to be sucked and fucked like this every day!"

Teacher and student climaxed simultaneously. Mr. Longley squirted sperm in Brandon's ass, as he spurted semen in his teacher's mouth.

Brandon got his wish. He and and his teacher sucked and fucked every day.

ff, i was definetely in a horny mood. I found myself wishing in our silent moments that a hot babe would show up and let us do whatever we wanted to her! So, me and Derek started talking about that, and what we would do to this woman if she appeared magically. It was clear we were both horny.

Then, we slowly eazed into a conversation about doing stuff with other guys...

"If a friend proposed to you that he would suck your dick, if you sucked his, and he swore no one would ever know, would you?" I asked.

"I think so... i dunno. I would have to trust him alot, and know he would never tell." Derek replied. We sat in silence. Both thinking about what that meant.

"You know, your a good friend of mine. I trust you alot to talk about shit like that with you." I said, staring up at the ceiling. He agreed. AFter another moment of silence, i sat upright on the edge of my hamock, facing his laying  body. I reached out and pressed my hand on his blanket over his dick, witch i could feel was hard. He just looked at me.

"You swear you wouldnt tell anyone?" He asked. I knodded. I had to admit, as into girls as i was, i was very curious to see how giving head felt like. I had recieved it from a girl before, but only once.

I looked around, and saw it was dark and didnt see anyone. I leaned down on my knees by the couch, and lifted his blanket, and reached inside. His dick was out of his pants and hard as rock. I looked at him, and he just stared back wide eyed. I leaned my head under the blanket and could barely see his 5 inch penis. I just looked at it in my hand for a minute, and thought about what i was about to do. I leaned forward, and touched the side with my tongue. I felt Derek quiver. Then i licked the tip a little, and kissed it. I quickly pulled out from under, and led him quietly into my backyard.

In the corner of my yard, out of sight of the windows, was a large wooden work bench. A blanket was strewn over it, hanging down the sides to make a little fort inside we had been chillen in a while earlier, and eating snacks. There were lawn chars around it as well.

"Sit on one of the chairs, up against the table. Lay the blanket around your legs. This way, if my parents get up and look out here, they wont see me but they'll see you. You can say i went to the bathroom or something." I whispered. He agreed, and sat as i told. I crawled under the table and could see his legs sticking under. I crawled between them, and pulled his still hard dick out. I was about to give a blowjob. I couldnt beleive it. What would i do when he came? Did i want it in my mouth? We'll see.

I leaned between his thighs, and took his dick into my warm wet mouth. I heard him lightly moan. I sat and sucked, not sure how to do it right. I tried to remember how the girl had done it to me. I started move my mouth back and forth on his cock, sucking gently. I decided to use my tongue, and waved it under his dick as i sucked. He kept quivering and breathing heavily. It didnt taste so bad. Just like sucking my own finger only bigger. Then i started kinda getting into it.

I began to bob back and forth faster, sucking harder. I tried to go further down, but felt his dick kind of gag me. So i pulled back. I was determined to go all the way like in the porns i had watched. So i kept sucking and slowly going further down his dick. Spit was dripping from my lips, down my chin and his balls. It was very noisy, i kept making slurping and sucking noises. I was loving it! I began to want him to cum. I tried to deepthroat again, and choked hard. I pulled back, and spit out a mouthfull of saliva. He moaned. I leaned back in and licked the tip, and rubbed my wet lips on the head. Then i just sucked on the head while my hand was wrapped around the base. His hips bucked a little as i sucked.

I removed my hand and began bobbing down far and up again, sucking hard. Listening to my slurping and his little moans and deep breaths. His legs shook and i knew it was coming. I sucked harder, and faster. Then suddenly a thick, warm, gooey, salty blast hit the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled back, coughing. Another spat out and hit my cheak, and my lips. I leaned back again, not wanting cum all over my shirt and sucked on the head really hard, as a few more gobs popped into my mouth, on my tongue. I swallowed as much as i could. Then it stopped coming. I felt a little bit leak out, as i licked the tip in my mouth. His body stopped shaking and his moaning faded. I sucked a little more to drain it, and pulled back. He quickly climbed under the table with me, and looked at me wide eyed. His cum was dripping from my lips, down my chin.

"That was fucking amazing. You did hella good." He said. I smiled nervously, and whiped my face off on the hanging blanket.

"My turn dude. You owe me." I said, sitting back. But he laid down on his side, and closed his eyes. I was worried.

"Aaahhh! Man im tired. Cant we do it tomorrow or something, that hella killed me." He said. I was totally bummed. But at the same time i wasnt as bummed as i figured i'd be. I was surprised at my level of happiness. I felt some how done... as though sucking him off was my only goal. It was fun. And i guarantee i'd do it again.

THE END

d one I wanted. I headed straight for the only girl among the touts. Dark haired, slim and with welcoming eyes she asked me quietly if I needed somewhere to stay. She told me it was high up, away from the tourists and that it was cheap. The remoteness sounded inviting to me and I imagined her visiting to make the beds, maybe staying after to unmake them with me too, if you see what I mean.

              Then she introduced me to her father and she passed me over to him as if I was a bag of shopping. Before I had a chance to flirt or even ask her name, she was back into the crowd of new arrivals touting for business again. The father grunted something at me in Greek and indicated a truck. As I started to climb up into the back with my rucksack he took my luggage from me and lifted it in as if it weighed nothing. I was mainly full of college books I had yet to read and they weighed a ton. Before he could give me the same treatment I scrambled in, afraid that if he lifted me in his grip I’d be crushed. He was at least six foot, about forty five years old I’d say judging from the flecks of grey in his moustache, but his muscles practically ripped his shirt as he manoeuvred my rucksack into the flat bed.

            I smiled as best I could, already worrying about where he was going to take me, and what he might do. I’m pretty tough, I work out and play football, but there was no way I could defend myself against the father should he turn nasty.

            But I needn’t have worried. He drove me up through an enchanting village, honking his horn at the locals and waving from the cab. He seemed pleasant enough, and when we reached the house he was as charming as you could wish for. He showed me around, agreed the very low price his daughter had promised, and told me that he could always be found in the village if I needed anything.

            Two days later I ran out of water. I had got to know my way around by then and had no trouble tracking him down in the village. I explained that the tap had suddenly run dry and asked what I could do about it. He told me, in broken English, that the house occasionally had this problem but it required him to come and fix it. He would come up in the afternoon, if I could manage until then. We made an arrangement that I would leave the front door open and he could let himself in. He’d only need about ten minutes to do something with the water pump outside and then he’d be off, shutting the doors behind him so I’d know he had been.

            That sorted I went back to the house to collect my things for the beach. It was September, the weather was still hot and, coming from the cold climbs of North Yorkshire, I was not used to such heat. It drained my body, emptied me of moisture and, since being in Greece, had led me to understand why the locals took siestas in the hottest part of the day. By the time I’d returned to the house and packed my beach bag it was just after noon and my body was weary. The beach was a mile away and by foot, at that time of day, was a hard slog to get to and from.

            I decided that I would go later. Right then I needed a sleep. I could wake up feeling refreshed later in the afternoon and the heat would have died a little. I threw my soaked tee shirt onto the chair and flopped onto the bed. Remembering that the landlord might call I decided to keep my shorts on. He shouldn’t need to come into the bedroom but just in case…

            Before long, drowsiness came over me and I felt myself drifting. Far away I could just make out the sound of birds chattering, a goat bleating somewhere on the mountain above and the occasional vehicle passing in the valley far below. Through approaching sleep my mind flashed up images of the daughter wading out of the cool sea, her hair falling long across her shoulders, water dripping from her breasts and running in little streams down her soft, naked flesh. My cock was pressing against the bed beneath me but it would have to wait until I woke up. Maybe I’d have more dreams of her as I slept and would wake with new images I could recall when I beat myself off later.

            I don’t know what I dreamt about but whatever it was, it was interrupted by a sound from the next room. I didn’t jump up in panic, I knew it would only be the dad come to fix the water and allowed myself to remain in that half sleep where you know what is going on around you but couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. Almost paralysed in a numb, contented way. And then I drifted back into afternoon dreams.

            I heard breathing in the room; someone was standing behind me, over me and watching me. I heard a quiet cough and ignored it. It was o.k. Only the landlord letting me know he’d finished and was leaving. I heard the rustle of material and a gentle clatter of a belt buckle. The dull thud of boots being kicked off and discarded. More breathing and then the sound of clothing being dropped to the floor.

            The mattress beneath me moved as if someone was putting weight on it and I dipped slightly to one side, and then the other. Someone was kneeling at the foot of the bed. But dreams are meant to be like this I thought; real and yet safe. New experiences happen in dreams and, because they’re not real it doesn’t matter. I drifted further into the comfort of sleep feeling only a presence behind me and security that I was in safe hands.

            Hands that touched the soles of my feet and slid them to one side, parting my legs gently, and allowing cool air to explore around the tops of my legs where my football shorts hung soft and silky around my thighs. Cooling air that dried the sweat gathering behind my knees and chilled my flesh. I felt my ankles get taken in large rough skinned, wide hands that gripped just tightly enough to pin my legs to the bed. And the hands started to slide upwards, gently massaging my muscles, sending me further into nowhere land and sending shivers of pleasure through my sleeping body. They reached the back of my knees and a strong finger pressed into the flesh there. I’d never felt a sensation like that before, either asleep or awake and it felt good. A stronger, tougher finger joined it and made small circles, all the time pressing and massaging.

            And then I felt the hands slide further up until they gripped my upper legs, just below my shorts. The tips of the rough fingers slid in under the material and played on me, one after the other in a slow rhythm, pressing one at a time in sequence. The hands started kneading me there; a little more pressure was applied as they moved higher up under the material until they pressed on the bottom of my cheeks, sliding to the sides as if to feel everything that was there. The hair on the back of my legs was standing up now, something was telling me that this dream was going in the wrong direction and that I should wake up. But another part of me was being lulled, hypnotised by the gentle stroking of rough hands, sending me further into a place I’d never been before and I was enjoying it.

            My shorts were being taken down. My cock, still rock hard, was pressing its circumcised head against the waste band, caught there as the shorts were dragged away. My arse lifted of its own accord, freeing my cock and allowing the shorts to be removed completely. I felt the hands start at my ankles again, slowly sliding up the back of my legs until they held one cheek apiece. There they paused, holding my arse in a strong, not to be resisted, grip.

            Something made me part my legs further. I don’t know if I did that or if the unseen dream-force moved them but they spread. And I knew that the hands were spreading the crack of my arse and opening it to the afternoon air and allowing the unseen visitor to get a full view of my flesh, my light blonde hair covering the white, smooth skin that gave way to a darker recess where my tight hole was now being watched.

            And then these big hands were on my sides, holding me by the hips as two powerful thumbs rolled and massaged my arse cheeks, pulling me open and then pushing me closed as I felt myself being lifted from the bed. This inside of my legs brushed against something else, something new. I felt coarse hairs scrape at my skin as I was pulled back and up, felt hard muscles against my inner thigh while all the time the vice like grip that controlled me allowed no resistance, and yet the grip was gentle and careful.

            I realised something. Through my sleep I knew what was going on and I knew that I should wake up. But I also knew that it was too late. I stood no chance of escape even if I was awake. Asleep I could imagine that this was still a dream and that this was not happening.

            But when I felt breath on my arse cheeks I knew it was happening. I kept my eyes closed and I kept still. Allowing him, as it was definitely a him, to do whatever he was going to do. It didn’t matter; I was asleep so this was not happening.

            The breath suddenly became warm and moist and I felt the rough hair of a moustache above a pair of soft lips. I was being kissed, first on one side and then the other. The hands had drawn me up to a face, my balls hung free in the air and my cock stuck out into the empty space beneath me. And I felt the kisses turn to licking, a smooth, hot tongue was drooling across the light furriness of my backside, pausing now and then to kiss. And to take a gentle bite. Teeth in a powerful jaw dug into me just enough to tell me that resistance would lead to pain; compliance would result in something more rewarding. I could not resist. I knew who this was and I had seen his strength. I realised that asleep or awake I belonged to the dad now, and that was that.

            My thoughts were interrupted. The mouth and the moustache had moved, centred in on my crack, right at the top. And they were now moving downwards. My heart raced, I knew where he was going. My crack was pushed wide by the rough stubbled chin and the heat from its scratching was intensified by the heat from the mouth that licked and bit as it pushed harder against me. Until I felt something press against my hole. It clamped up tight, nothing had touched it before and its reaction was instinctive. I felt something wet and hard jab at it, a tongue, but still it resisted.

            Until the tongue stopped jabbing and its action became one slow, gentle, wet push. In a circular motion it nudged cautiously against the tight puckered flesh of my hole, teasing it, tempting it to give in. My heart raced on, knowing that I wanted to give in but not knowing how to make my body obey. And then I stopped worrying. I realised that my body would obey, it had no choice but to give in to the tough, experienced action of the older body that controlled it. And once I realised that I felt my sphincter relax and his tongue slid into me.

            I couldn’t help but moan as I felt the heat and force of that tongue as it tickled my insides. Parts of me that had never been touched before reacted to his probing and sent signals to my brain. I pushed back, my body pushed back, of its own accord, wanting now to see what it felt like to have him reach further up into me. His stubble rubbed against me, between my arse and my balls and my flesh there burned red hot as it scraped. Above his hot mouth his moustache pricked at me and his nose dug into the top of my crack. And all the time his hands held my hips and his fingers plied at my inexperienced flesh.

            I don’t know how long he kept his tongue in me, how long he feasted on my innocent arse with his mouth, but I knew that I didn’t want him to stop. Not until my cock, now painful, had spat and emptied my balls. But his mouth released me and my hole contracted as his tongue slipped out. My insides felt wet, warm and for the first time I was aware of what lay within me. But the grip on my hips did not lessen. Instead it pulled me higher, lifting my arse up and towards the furriness of the man who knelt behind me.

            Up until I pressed against his hairy flesh and felt the downy hair of my arse tangle with the coarse fleece of the older man’s strong thighs. And then something was lying against my crack. Something solid, thick and awesome rested there. And something soft and large swung against my balls. I felt his balls touch mine, sending a sliver of electricity up and into my cock head. They felt so huge against me and I felt so inadequate, immature, inexperience. I did not know what to do but I knew that he did, and that was o.k. He would take care of me.

            Our balls rubbed together, his firming up while mine hung low and heavier with the juice that was gathering there. His hips circled, pressed and the solid shaft of meat that lay heavy against my arse slipped up and down through my crack. Each time it slipped a little lower and each time his thumbs pulled back on my cheeks, opening them a fraction further. Until I could feel his hard shaft press against my moist hole, teasing it as it slid over it, dragging his big balls with it until they brushed over my sphincter and his cock head dribbled dampness on the small of my back. And then down again until his balls rubbed against mine and the sticky, hot head of his cock touched my hole for the first time.

            His thumbs parted my cheeks, spreading them wider then ever before, and his hands gripped my hips with more force. His cock head pressed into my tight hole and I willed it to open up and allow this man inside. It resisted, he pressed harder, I felt his wet cock head open my hole a fraction. His cock felt like a steel bar as it pushed against my resistance. I tried to relax. He tried to enter. My arse resisted. But it lost the battle.

            With a gut wrenching, searing hot scream my sphincter was forced open and the thick mass of flesh pushed its way in. My hole tried to tighten but only made itself tighter for him. Now his head was in, there was no stopping him. My resistance spurned him on and he entered me with one slow, endless push that drove the wind from my lungs and the pain from my arse.

            I felt his balls bang up against mine and felt him rest there. My heart raced on my body adjusted to the pain. He took a pause; my breathing calmed and my muscles relaxed. All the way up inside of me I could feel the thick, pulsating shaft of the man’s cock and I gripped it, tightened my sphincter around it and then let it relax. Doing this gave me back some control and my body quickly learned that this was o.k. I didn’t need to resist anymore. He was in me and I was his.

            He started to draw it out of me, I felt his swollen head drag back along my insides, sliding along the lining until the ridge of the head pulled back against the inside of my sphincter. But there was no release, he did not leave. Instead he drove back down on me again, pushing himself back to the hilt and ramming against something inside of me that shot stabs of pleasure to my cock and made it jerk. And then he was pulling back again, all the time his strong hands held me around the waist and his powerful thumbs pummelled my soft cheeks. He thrust back in and his balls slapped up against mine with such force that I felt them bounce painfully. And the force of his thrust lifted up my hips, pressed my head deeper into the mattress.

            And then his hands moved. He had me pinned to the bed, my arse up in the air and my cock hanging free beneath. He grabbed my chest with both hands, gripping me in a bear hug from behind and, with a low growl, pulled me up and back into his lap.

            I could not control the noise I made then as I felt myself fall back, impaled on his spear of a cock as he sat me on him. It felt like his shaft would reach into my chest as I felt my arse spread wider and his cock buried itself deeper than it had so far. His arms wrapped around my chest and for the first time I opened my eyes. I saw his hairy forearms, thick with muscles, strong and dark. The hands that had held me were huge, fingers long and the skin rough. But they were protecting me. He rested me there, pressed me against his broad, hairy chest and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel his heart pound through his ribcage and knock against me, could feel his furry chest brush against the smoothness of my back and I felt safe.

            Safe enough to lift myself up until his cock was once again only just inside of me. And then I slid down on it, controlling the speed, letting myself get fucked at my own pace. Felt him enter all the way until my balls, tiny in comparison, were pushing down on his. And then I wriggled a little, with him buried inside me, squeezed my sphincter, learning how to give him pleasure before I lifted again, and then sat slowly down on that arse splitting tool and swallowing all of him inside me.

            He let me do this a few more times before he remembered he was in charge. He bent me back on the bed, on all fours and pulled himself right out of me without warning. My hole snapped shut and I gasped. Before I had a chance to realise what he was doing he had spun me around, dragged my legs over his and lifted me up. My cock rubbed against the hair on his chest and then his stomach as he held me beneath the arms, lowered me down until his cock head was touching my hole again. And then, as if he was simply putting me down, he slid me over his shaft. He continued to hold me under my arms as if I was a dummy and used all of my body to wank himself with. Lifting me up without effort and then dropping me sharply onto his cock. Each drop down sent a spurt of pleasure up inside me, made me grunt, made my balls slap against the thick bush of fur that matted at the base of his shaft. I had to hold onto him, my arms fell around his neck and I clawed at his iron-like shoulders. His hands slipped up and around my back so that we were hugging, and still he gripped me, slid his hands down to my hips again and lifted me from there.

            Lifted me up the full length of his shaft until his head was almost out of me. Then pushed me down again so that my insides were filled with his thick, swollen man cock, his huge head pushing against something inside of me that sent new sensations to my cock. My balls tightened further now, almost vanished inside of me as my cock started to itch deep down below. He lifted me, slammed me onto him, lifted, slammed, impaled me, faster and harder each time. I clung onto his back and smelled the sweat that now poured from him, felt his damp hairy chest slither against mine, felt his vice like grip on my waist as he pounded me. My knees gripped tighter around his solid body as I was slammed down onto him in a quickening rhythm.

            He grew even fatter inside of me, his cock threatened to rip my insides and he started to grunt. His face pressed into my shoulder, his nails digging into my sides. My cock rubbed against his bushy stomach, harder, rougher, getting sore, getting close. He lifted, pounded, and used my slight young body to wank his thick, dark cock. I clawed at his fur; he dug into my smooth skin as he slammed me down.

            And then he just held me there, pushed my hips down onto his lap, kept me there as my balls gave up and started to release the juice that they had been building up. His face pushed mine off his shoulder; he looked me in the eyes. His mouth clamped down against mine and he bit on my lips. His tongue forced its way into me as my cum forced its way out of me. I felt it slip through my cock and spurt out into the dark hairs on his stomach. I felt it jerk against his older flesh and splatter him. And, at the same time I felt his cock swell inside of me, well and then jerk. He grunted into my mouth, pressed me into him, grabbed my arse with both of his hands and pulled my arse cheeks so wide I could feel the skin stretch. His tongue thrashed around in my mouth and his cock exploded deep in my gut. A hot wave of cum hit me deep inside, I felt it sear against my flesh in there, it almost winded me. And then another, stretching my guts as it fought for space inside my tightly packed hole. I spurted onto his furry chest again, and he shot another load up my smooth insides. His hips convulsed, thrust up to me as another spurt splattered out and into me, and my balls spat out over him once more. I cried out, tears starting to drip from my screwed up eyes, I heard him growl, felt him shake as he pressed me down around he soaked cock that was blasting within. My grip on him tightened, I hugged him, felt the strength in his back as he jerked again and again.

            My insides burned with the heat form his juice and from the rough pounding he had given me. My cock still ached but it was empty now. It pressed against his wet, hairy stomach, spent and useless as his jerking subsided. His kisses became more gentle, his grunting calmed and our bodies started to relax.

            He held me. I kept my eyes closed. He lifted me gently from him and I could feel his juice seeping from my battered hole. He sat me down, pushed me gently back and stretched out my legs. I felt my cock fall soft and wet against my stomach, felt my balls, now emptied, slip back down to hang beneath. He took my ankles, turned me and returned me to my front.

            He ran a solid, rough palm across my arse cheeks, gripped one and shook it. Slapped it gently. And then I felt the tickle of his moustache as he kissed me there.

            And then he was gone. I felt a weight lift from the bed and heard a quick rustle of clothing, the clatter of a belt buckle and the soft shutting of the bedroom door.

            I lay there, drifting in and out of sleep. My arsehole burned and dribbled, my insides were wet, the flesh around my hips was sore and roughened and my cock head throbbed painfully. And the last sensation I remember before I drifted back to sleep was the brush of his moustache against my smooth cheek.

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eg was a freak, he always had a story on Monday morning about some chick he had boned, and in great detail, so if nothing else I was hoping some honeys would stop by and… oh hell who am I kidding , it could be just one freak ,we could share!

I arrived at the door of his condo around 8:30 PM , carrying a 5th of sky vodka , hell I didn’t know what he drank! After 4 or 5 rings on tha bell, the door sprang open, and there stood Greg , he had obviously started without me, and was already feeling his spirits ; if you know what I’m sayin. That and the fact that he had on no shirt , and was c lad only in pair of basketball shorts, let me know that I could probably give up on him having any company ,of any kind stopping by , besides myself!

He showed me into the living room and said ,shit man get comfortable It’s just us fellas tonight, unfortunately I had been correct in my assumption . Oh well I hadn’t got drunk in a long time ,and I did have a lot of stress weighing on me , so what the hell I figured.

It was the middle of April, and Greg had shut off the central air relying only on a big tunnel fan in the top of the house, that pulled in a cool breeze from outside. Take your shirt off dude said Greg , as he poured us two tall ice filled glases of something he had mixed up earlier. I obliged, and took the drink he offered me from his hand. So whats’ been going on with you C he said excitedly, nothing I said for the lack of being able to think of anything else to say.

That’s when Greg started in with one of his elaborate erotic stories, yeah I was getting into it, with the help of the concoction he was serving, my dick was getting hard and I was getting really aroused.. I studied Greg for a moment letting his renditions of 3 weeks past drone out, He was actually a very good looking guy, what was he , about ten years older than me 35 mabey,, and he obviously took real good care of his body, there was not a muscle out of place… Woah! What the hell was in this drink, was I checking out another guy ? Oh man, times were hard but damn!

When I came totally back to reality Greg had gotten silent and was just smiling at me,, I mean it seemed like the guy was reading my thoughts ,and had heard everything I was thinking, looking straight through me, what was this some kind of Interview with a Vampire shit!

And then he really flipped the script, and started talking about not just girls, but all the guys that he fucked too! Man did he know what he was saying, and if so why was I still sitting there listening intently . Must have been the alcohol . Then the crazy fool I thought I knew said t “ You know you should really let me fuck your cute azz tonight, you look like you could use it, and I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Ok that was it for me! I’m the fuck out of here, but when I stood up the room started to spin, and I quickly sat back down, I was in no condition to walk out of there ,much less drive. Damn those drinks! Oh sweet God, what had I got myself into… I mean this guy had at least 50lbs. of muscle over my meager but well defined physic . what could I do if he…..?

Well , when I could focus again Greg was leaning over me with both his hand on the arm rest of my chair, preventing me from getting up , as if I even could. He then whispered something incoherent in my ear ,and started kissing my neck , then my chest, but not on my face, or lips thank god!

I kept telling myself it was the vodka making me go along with this, but inside I knew that was just an excuse . Greg pulled me to my feet and easily slung me over his shoulder,,, I think I blacked out for just a minute , because the next thing I knew I was being carried up some stairs ,ending with a hard thump as I was dropped on the bed. Part of my mind still resisted that this was a reality insisting that this was just a nightmare, yet part of me prayed that it was real.

Greg removed my shorts, socks, and shoes, lastly peeling off my underwear. My 10 incher then sprang free, almost at it’s most prominent state, and from somewhere ,with an echoed effect I heard him say, Dayum you are fine!

I pulled uselessly at the surrounding blankets trying to cover my nakedness, but Greg effortlessly tore them back away… I could only watch as he stripped also , pulling down his Bvds’ revealing what looked like a big bouncing salami . My God ! that wasn't a dick, it was a baseball bat!

I didn’t get to look at it for long, because he flipped me on my stomach ,and laid on top of me grinding his huge dick up ,and down the crack of my sweaty hairy ass. He rubbed my bac,k and arms while whispering things in my ear like, your gonna enjoy this so much, and I’m gonna really make love to you tonight.

His weight lifted off me ,and part of me thought thank God , what a relief he was just kidding, but that was not the case, I then felt muscled hands kneading my butt checks , and then spreading them apart, as he stuck his tongue in me and, began rimming the hell out of my ass hole, I had a freaky girl try to do that to me once, but it felt nothing like this, no these were defiantly the lips and tongue of a man, nipping, licking, and slurping my pucker. Damn I felt like I was in heaven, and never wanted it to end.

But it did, and all that paradise was replaced once again with shear terror, as I heard him rip open a condom packet , trust me I knew the sound very well ,and had made it often myself. That’s when it hit me damn! this is just what I’ve been doing to all those females, I should have saw this coming from the beginning of the evening. This had all been a set up , and the real plan all along! I felt so stupid and humiliated.

Once again I was torn between two feelings, one of oh hell! I’m gonna kill this mutha fucker for doing this to me, the other saying just let this happen, you both need , and want to know what this feels like.

He must have put some kind of lube on his pole because he was sliding and grinding his dick up and down my slippery crack. Then before I could mentally prepare for the inevitable ,as if that were even possible, he grabbed me by my waste pulling me partially up off the bed, and began to press his member into my quivering spasing ass hole.

I felt the head pop in with a sharp pain and hollered out, he immediately with drew , but commenced to push it right back in, but deeper this time, then withdrawing again. This process went on for several minutes until it didn’t hurt any more ,he was poking ,and prodding me with ease now. I began to moan.

Then is when I really reached the point of feelling like a total bitch! Without warning he pulled out with a pop, flipped me over on my back, and placed my legs on his shoulder,, I started to beg like a little boy please, please, don’t ; knowing what he was about to do,,, pay back is a mutha fucker.

He dove in with no mercy ,but since he had took it slow before it really didn’t hurt so bad,.. I just felt ashamed ,and embarrassed… I was getting fucked by another dude … man!
Greg gave me long slow strokes , then fast short ones ,pulling all the way out , and then diving in for more, truth be told, I felt like I was gonna shit on myself .

He was still mumbling something , but I couldn’t make it out. As the pumping intensified , he grabbed my dick for the first time , just two tugs and I blew nutt all over my chest!
He was still stroking me ,but after I came it seemed like I couldn’t take no more.. He sensed this and with a couple more strokes pulled out and ripped off the condom,, he ejaculated profusely all over my cock and balls.

The last thing I remember is him rubbing his big dick all over me spreading gooey liquid everywhere. Then I passed out....

The next morning I awoke still naked ,but snugly placed in bed under a quilt ,with two big pillows propped under my head. I stepped off the bed letting one foot hit the floor ,like testing the waters. There was no noise in the room. After I put my clothes back on ,that had been neatly folded in a chair next to the nightstand , I explored the rest of the house with a few (hellos !), it was empty. There was no note, or anything. Thank God! that spared me the imposition of having to address any events of the night past. So I locked Greg’s door from the inside and stepped out , the blinding sun did wonders for my hangover.

Things are back to normal now, I mean I have a steady girlfriend, and one I’m fuckin across town. Oh Greg and I don’t speak anymore, I didn’t have to do, or say anything, it’s just kinda like he knew that it would be better that way.

But if I never admit it anyone else, I can honestly say to you , that “ YOU AIN’T REALLY LIVED, UNTILL ANOTHER MAN FUCKS YOU.

by LatinSpin

le I'm in the kitchen, all I can think about is his huge boner. Just imagining myself in my cutest thong rubbing my ass back and forth on his huge dick. I'm so horny now, it's all I can think about.

I get back to my room and when I walk in he's sitting on my bed holding one of my thongs.
Shit!, I think to myself. I fucked up and left it out while I was jacking off. What the fuck am I going to do.

"Whose is this?"

"Oh, uh, must me my mom's.", I stammer. "It must have gotten mixed up in with my clothes."

"Bullshit. Theres no way your mom could fit into this. Do you wear this?"

"Yea.", I say, as I jerk it out of his hand. "It feels good. You gotta problem with it?"

"Nah. Hey, put it on for me. Let me see what you look like in it."

"No way man!"

"If you don't, I'll tell all our friends that you wear panties."

"All right, fine. But turn around."

He turns around and I take my pants off and put the thong on. It's a black sheer g-string. I can't fucking believe this is happening.

"Ok, you can turn around."

Jimmy turns around to take a gander. I see his jaw drop slightly. "Whoa, you look hot."

"No way!"

"No dude, really. Damn I didn't know you shaved your body. Turn around and let me see your ass."

I turn around and a second later I feel something poking in between my ass cheeks.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Yea. Does it feel good?"

"Fuck yeah it does. You know, my mom doesn't get home from work until 8 a.m. You wanna fool around?"

"Sure."

"Lay down on the bed."

He goes over to my bed and lays down. Wow, I can't fucking belive this is happening. My wildest fantasy coming true. I'm gonna have a real dick inside me. I climb up ontop and stradle him, placing my ass on his huge boner. I start grinding slowly back and forth on his dick.

"Oh shit.", he says. "That feels so good."

"Mmm, I know."

I keep slowing grinding him for a few more minutes.

"Ah man, quit teasing me."

I get off of him and he takes his sweat pants off, finally revealing his beautiful dick. It has to be at least 9 inches.

I take his cock in my hand and start stroking it, slowly.

"Oh, that feels good."

Then I start licking the tip as I stroke his cock. I slowly start to try to put the whole thing down my throat, but I just can't do it.

"I wanna fuck you so bad.", he whispers.

"Wait here."

I get up off the bed and grab some K-Y out of my drawer. I pull my thong out of my ass and lube myself up real good. I walk back over to the bed and rub some on his cock. His dick is glistening with the jelly all over it. I then stradle him again, pulling the string away from my asshole. I can feel the pressure of the head of his dick against my hole. This tip of his dick starts to go in.

"Shhh, ouch."

"Does it hurt."

"Yeah, a little."

I take it slow, little by little, until my ass cheeks are resting against his pelvis. I slide up slowly, and back down again, until my asshole is loose and I can really ride him.

"Oh God, your little asshole feels so good."

"Mmm, does it?"

"Oh, fuck yea."

After a few mintues I'm bouncing on his cock.

"Oh shit! Fuck me deeper man!"
.
He starts thrusting upwards with my downwards motion, getting his huge cock as deep inside of me as possible.

"I wanna swallow your load, so let me know when you're going to cum."

I keep riding his thick dick for 7 glorious mintues.

"I think I'm coming now!"

I jump off of him and get his dick in my mouth just in time for his hot cum to fill my mouth. It taste so good. I'm so horny I keep sucking his dick with the mouthful of cum, only this time I take it all the way. I finally slide my mouth up off his dick, making a popping sound when I take it out. I then swallow the mouthful.

"Oh my god that was so fucking great!"

"I know. My legs are so weak from riding you. Man we need to clean up."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah. Let's go have some fun in the shower."

The End.