Thursday, 14 October 2010

Red Rocket by Tommyhawk1

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

[NOTE: A "sanitized" story is a story that I have modified in order to
comply with my credit card billing company's policy, which forbids stories
involving sex with minors, incest and/or rape. With the permission of
Nifty's archivist, I am posting this story here, as the change is
sufficient to make it a quite different story. Any who wish to read the
unsanitized version of this story can find it at Nifty's Incest category
or, of course, at my own site's "Rogue Moon" site (see above).]

Bobby: "Red Rocket?"

Tim: Yeah, Red Rocket."

Bobby: "Why's it called Red Rocket?"

Tim: You'll see; it's really cool."

Bobby: "And this is a joke we can play with Eric without him beating the
shit out of us?"

Tim: Yeah, Eric will love it."

Bobby: "Okay." Chuckle. Bobby: "Sounds weird, though."

Tim: It's not weird, Bobby, it's really cool. You'll see. Come on, Eric
went to bed a half hour ago, he'll be sound asleep. It'll be more fun if he
wakes up while you're doing it."

Bobby: "Okay." Chuckle.

Tim: Shh! Don't laugh so much, shit, you're acting stupid, how much did you
drink tonight?"

Bobby: "I don't remember. Six? Six or seven beers."

Tim: Well, keep it down to a whisper. Eric's a heavy sleeper, but we don't
want to wake him up."

Bobby: "You can't wake up Eric when he's asleep."

Tim: We will, but we don't want to wake him up too soon. This only works if
we can catch him by surprise."

Bobby: "We're going to surprise him, huh?"

Tim: He's going to be really surprised, Bobby."

Bobby: "And Eric will do a Red Rocket for us?"

Tim: Oh, yeah, he'll do a Red Rocket."

Bobby: "Okay."

Tim: Careful with the door. We want to sneak in. Let me get it."


Tim: Shh!"

Bobby: "It's not me, it's the door."

Tim: Shh!"

Bobby: "Okay, okay!"

Tim: Shh! Come on, he's still asleep."

Bobby: Chuckle. "Eric's asleep."

Tim: Yeah. Now, let's sneak over to the bed. Quiet, now, quiet as you can

Eric: "Sn-n-n-n-n-nkh!"

Bobby: "Eric's snoring!"

Tim: Yeah, shh! We want to surprise him with the Red Rocket."

Bobby: "Yeah, Red Rocket. Is it going to explode?"

Tim: It'll really explode. I promise. But you got to do it like I told

Bobby: "Have you played Red Rocket before?"

Tim: No, I just learned about the prank from Willy. He told me about it. He
said they'd do it to the jocks in their dorm. Shocks the shit outta them,
waking up like that, they fire the Red Rocket every fucking time. I wanna
see if it's true."

Bobby: "Eric's going to get mad if this doesn't work."

Tim: Help me take the sheet off of him. I sure hope he's still sleeping
naked. I don't want to have to try to take his shorts off."

Bobby: "Should I be naked, too?"

Tim: No, no, he's the only one needs to be naked. Hold onto that end, we
want to lift it off of him, okay? Lift it nice and high!" Pause. "Not that
high, doofus!"

Bobby: "Oooh!"

Tim: See it. There's the Red Rocket."

Bobby: "Boy, it's lots bigger than mine!"

Tim: Sure, jocks all have big cocks, it seems like."

Bobby: "Lots bigger than yours, too."

Tim: Well, they use it to think with most of the time. It's why they do a
Red Rocket."

Bobby: "I can't have a Red Rocket?"

Tim: Not like Eric will!"

Bobby: "I bet I could, too!"

Tim: Could not!"

Bobby: "Could too!"

Tim: Could not!"

Bobby: "Could too!"

Tim: Shh! We'll argue about it later."

Bobby: "Eric's going to be mad if the game doesn't work."

Tim: You said that, already. The Red Rocket will work. I promise. Okay,
here comes the light. Shade Eric's eyes so the light won't hit him all at


Eric: "Hmh, uh, huh, sn-n-n-n-n-nkh!"

Tim: Good, he's still asleep. Knew he was a real sound sleeper, it's why I
picked him for the first Red Rocket. Now we can see what we're doing. Now,
Bobby, get up on the bed, but be quiet about it. Really careful."

*Squeak, squeak, squeak!*

Tim: Shh!"

Bobby: "Shhh!"

Tim: Shhhhh!"

Bobby: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Tim: Shh, Already! Now, scoot over between his legs. Don't touch him, you
might wake him up."

Bobby: "You said I had to touch the Red Rocket."

Tim: You do, just not yet. Okay?"

Bobby: "Okay."

*Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.*

Tim: Okay, now, you're ready to play Red Rocket."

Bobby: "Yeah."

Tim: Reach out and grab hold of it. Carefully."

Bobby: "Ooh, it's warm!"

Tim: Yeah, that's the Red Rocket. Rockets have to be warm so they'll

Bobby: "We're not going to hurt Eric, are we?" Snicker.

Eric: "Snk! Snk! Huh, huh-huh-huh!"

Tim: Shhh!"

Bobby: "Shhhh!"

Tim: Sh! Whew! For a moment I thought you woke him up. Okay, grab him
again. Get a good hold on him this time."

Bobby: "Nice and warm Red Rocket!"

Tim: Yeah. That's the way. Use both your hands."

Bobby: "Like this?"

Tim: Yeah, like that. Now, what you have to do is work it back and forth."

Bobby: "It's kind of slippery."

Tim: Yeah, the outside of it slides back and forth. That's what happens
with a floppy foreskin, doofus! Back and forth, nice and slow and easy."

Eric: "Unk, unh, unh! Mmmnnn!"

Tim: Yeah, that's got it. Eric's just starting to wake up. Now, you work it
faster now, but don't say anything. Wait until he wakes up and then say it
nice and loud, okay?"

Bobby: "Okay."

Eric: "Nnnh! Nhhhh!"

Bobby: "It's getting sticky!"

Tim: This Rocket's warming up."

Bobby: "Yeah, Red Rocket, yeah!"

Eric: "Nnhh! Hmmh?"

Tim: Okay, Bobby, now really get to moving it. Wait for it, wait for him to
wake up!"

*Squeak, squeak, squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak!*

Eric: "Uhh, hm? Huh? Bobby?"

Tim: Now, Bobby, now!"

Bobby: "Red Rocket, Eric!"

Eric: "Uh? Bobby, Bobby what are you, uh! Uh, huh, huh!"

Bobby: "Red Rocket, Eric, come on, Red Rocket!"

Eric: "Uh, huh, Bobby, wha--? What are you--? Uh! Uh, uh!"

Bobby: "Come on, Eric, you can do it, you can do it, Red Rocket!"

Eric: "God, uh, Bobby, what are you doing?"

Bobby: "Red Rocket, Eric, Red Rocket, come on, Eric, come on, you can do
it, do it for me Eric, shoot a Red Rocket!"

Tim: Yeah, Eric, Red Rocket, come on, do it for Bobby, shoot it!"

Eric: "Bobby? Tim? God, what's, uh, what's, uh, Guh!"

Bobby: "Come on, Red Rocket, Eric, Red Rocket, Red Rocket! Show me that Red
Rocket, Eric, shoot it!"

Eric: "Oh, God, Bobby, you're, uh, God, you're, uh! God, Bobby, yeah,

Bobby: "Oh, yeah, Eric, Red Rocket!"

Tim: Come on, Eric, show Bobby that Red Rocket!"

Eric: "Tim, God, you did this, you told Bobby to play with my....God!

Bobby: "Come on, Eric, give me that Red Rocket! I want to see it shoot!"

Eric: "Oh, Go-o-o-o-o-d! God, Bobby, God!" *Pant-pant-pant-pant-pant!*

Bobby: "Oh, Eric, the Red Rocket's getting warm. I think it's going to

Eric: *Pant-pant-pant-pant-pant!* "Uhhh! Uh, huh, huh, huh!"

Bobby: "Come on, Eric, Red Rocket, Red Rocket!"

Eric: "Oh, God, uh! Bobby, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Bobby: "Yeah, Eric, Red Rocket. Come on, do it for me, Eric, give me that
Red Rocket!"

Eric: "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH!"

Bobby: "Red Rocket, Red Rocket, come on, give it to me, Red Rocket!"

Eric: "OH, GOD, OH, GOD, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!"

Tim: It's coming, Bobby, keep on pumping Eric's Red Rocket!"

Bobby: "Yeah, come on, Eric, Red Rocket, Red Rocket!"


Tim: Whoa!"

Bobby: "Red Rocket, Eric, Red Rocket!"


Bobby: "Wow, Eric! Red Rocket. It's just shooting everywhere!"

Tim: Yeah, Eric, Red Rocket, really shoot it, boy, Eric, Red Rocket!"

Eric: "OHH-OHHH, HUHH, GUHHH! GAHHH! Uhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhh!"

Bobby: "Red Rocket, Eric, Red Rocket!"

Eric: "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Bobby: "Yeah, Eric, shoot that Red Rocket! Yeah!"

Eric: "Oh, God! Ohhhh! Ohh! Ohhh! Aahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Bobby: "Wow, Eric, wow! That was real cool! Yeah, Tim, Red Rocket's a great

Tim: It sure is, little buddy! It sure is!"

Eric: *Pant-pant-pant-pant-pant!*

Bobby: "Are you okay Eric?"

Eric: "Uh, uh, yeah, Bobby, I'm fine. Oh, man, that felt good! God, I
haven't come like that since Tanja split up with me."

Bobby: "Tanja used to play Red Rocket with you, huh?"

Eric: "Yeah, Bobby, that's one thing she was good at, playing Red Rocket."

Bobby: "Really, Eric?"

Eric: "Yeah."

Bobby: "Well, I want to play Red Rocket with you again, Eric!"

Eric: "Ooh, oh, not just now. My dick's gotta rest awhile."

Tim: Boy, Eric, that was something. You really blew a wad there!"

Eric: "Hmph! You put Bobby up to this, didn't you?"

Tim: Uh? Yeah. Willy told me about it."

Eric: "You always listen to Willy?"

Tim: Well...when the joke sounds cool, I do."

Eric: "He'll get you in trouble some day. You pull this shit on the wrong
guy and you'll get your ass whipped, but good!"

Tim: Am I in trouble, Eric?"

Eric: "Uhh! I'll have to think about that. Maybe sometime after Bobby lets
go of my dick, it's kind of hard to think while he's still holding onto

Tim: You liked it, huh, Eric?"

Eric: "I saw you working yours while you watched, Tim."

Tim: Yeah, it was kind of cool."

Bobby: "It's a terrific game, Eric! When can I play it again?"

Eric: "Real soon. Maybe even again in the morning. But for now, you guys
need to leave and get back to your rooms before somebody sees you here!"

Bobby: "Can I sleep with you Eric instead?"

Eric: "Well...what the hell! If you're going to be playing Red Rocket with
me, you might as well sleep with me."

Tim: Uh, Eric...?"

Eric: "Sure, climb in too, Tim. Maybe tomorrow night, I'll show you two
some other games we can play."

Tim: Like what, Eric?"

Eric: "Games like Hide the Rocket, for one thing."

Tim: Shit, Eric! I can't wait!"

Eric: "Me, neither. But you dudes get some sleep now. Tim, turn off that


Bobby: "Good night, Eric."

Eric: "'Night, Bobby!"

Tim: 'Night, Eric!"

Eric: "You, too, Tim. Mmmnnhh!"


Eric: "Sn-n-n-n-n-nkh!"

Bobby: "Shit! Is Eric going to snore all night?"

Tim: Maybe."

Bobby: "How am I supposed to sleep with him snoring like that?"

Tim: Beats me. But if the Rocket rises again, we'll play another round. But
it's gonna be my turn."

Bobby: "Cool!"

Tim: Yeah! Real cool!"


Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Sleepover at my best friend's place by Jose Pico

Sleep over at my best friend's place

This story happened when I was about 18 the same age as my best friend. I'm about 5'9 and weighed 135lbs at that time. We still are best friends till this day but we don't fool around anymore. I still remember the first time that we met. My cousin was moving into this new apartment and I was helping him move in. We were joking around and just being lads, you know how that goes.

Anyway about a week or two later my cousin was telling me that the kid upstairs had a Super Nintendo with cool video games and my cousin knew how much I loved games and how good I was at them. They told Richard (which was the kid upstairs) that I would be able kick his butt in games. So he told them to bring me over. But long story
short, I kicked his butt and we became best friends in an instant.

As time went by I grew attracted to him and I didn't know why because he was my best friend and I thought best friends didn't do things like that. He was about 230 lbs 5'8 at the time smooth dark brown skin with a bald head, he was a hot young teen and still is a hot chubby guy till this day. I remember being alone in my room getting ready for bed and just lay there thinking about him a lot and how cute he was. I would even beat off to the thoughts of him. I could not just get the thoughts of
him out of my head on how badly I would like to do anything with him.

Late one late afternoon he called my house and asked if it was ok that I spend
the night at his place. I was so happy that he asked if I could because I
have never stayed at a friends house before. I went to check with my parents and they said that it was ok. He told me that him and his mom were going to pick me up in a few minutes. As I got done pulling my stuff together there was a beep outside and it was him and his mom I told my mom that he was here and I was going. She waved me off and I was on my way.

We finally got to his place and went straight to his room. He told me that he had rented some new games. We where playing for a long time into the late night. As we were playing I just kept looking at him with the cute smile on his face as we played games laughing and just being guys. I remember sitting there and I just got a hard on. I was embarrassed by this because I have a big dick. It was about 6 1/2 inches
and cut so it would clearly show a bulge through my pants. Playing off like my back hurt from sitting up so for so long, I laid down on his bed. Plus it was the only thing in his room besides the TV and the dressers to conceal my erection. As we got tired and bored of playing games, I told him that I had some weed. He was all happy because he was hoping that I did have some (yes we were major pot heads back then) so we could smoke and be high together. It didn't take much for us to get high, plus, we didn't want his mom to smell that we were doing it in the house (not that she knew we did it). When we were done smoking we started talking about all kinds of
things because we were high as hell.

I don't know why I sad it, but I did. I told him that I had really hairy balls and with a quick response, he told me that he did too I was shocked that he was still into the conversation, so I started telling him that I went through puberty when I was 11 and he told me that he is starting to go through it as well. I then asked him if he had ever had sex.

"I had a girl at my old apartment suck my dick before," he answered.

I thought to myself that he was a lying sack of shit but I didn't care so I told him that I had sex with a girl when I was 11 years old at my old house in Chicago. He asked me how it was so I gave him the details and he was very fascinated by it. Then I told him that I saw this porno magazine that had this one guy with skin at the tip of his dick and that he didn't have that. He told me that he has that and that it was called foreskin. I was surprised that he would tell me about is genitals. I guess things got a little weird because we both stopped talking for a minute.

We both decided that it was late and time to go to bed. As I started to go into my bag so I could change into my sleeping shorts, he thought that he would do the same and change into his sleeping clothes. As he was changing, I could not help but to sneak a peek but I didn't want him to notice that I was. He pulled off his pants and his shirt with his back toward me and mine toward him as well. I saw his little chubby rolls and his tighty whities. God was he so hot I thought to myself. When we were both changed and ready to go to sleep, we crawled into bed and under the sheets. It stood quiet for a long time till he started to snore telling me
that he was finally sleeping. With me laying there still wide awake
thinking about what we had talked abou.

I had another erection growing in my shorts. I then started to touch myself, rubbing my cock up and down very slowly so that I would not wake him because he was sleeping right next to me. He then turned over to his side with his back towards me. I, thinking that he was waking up from me stroking myself, froze laying there in still
motion. I know that he was still sleeping as minutes went by feeling like hours. I scooted closer to him because I wanted to feel his skin against my body because we both were just sleeping with our shorts on. Minutes went by again and I finally built the nerve to spoon with him. I did this very slow so that he wouldn't wake.

Now I was really rock hard pressing against his ass with my cock. Slowly I moved my arm so that I could rub his belly with my hand and that was really hot for me because I had never touched another boy before. I decided to take the next step. I slowly slid my hand down into his shorts over his underwear feeling his warm cock through his underwear. By this time my heart was racing because I had never done this
before and I didn't want to wake him and see that I was doing that to him. I laid there still for about a half an hour just holding my hand there. Now I thought to myself I want to know what a foreskin feels like. Carefully, I pulled his underwear down with just my fingers. I first felt the top of his pubes. It was so soft and warm. Now I found myself pressing harder against his ass with my cock feeling like I was going to cum at anytime. Finally I slipped down deeper to touch his uncut cock. It was wonderful!

I felt a shock surge through my whole body as my hand laid there. I felt him getting harder by the second. Me thinking to myself "Is this happening? Is this really happening?"

I then started stroking his cock very very slowly because I am still thinking that he is sleeping. By now, I'm really pressing hard against his ass dry humping him and
precumming like a mother fucker, feeling like I am going to cum at any second. I feel his cock throbbing more and more. Pulling back on his cock all the way into his pooch while I am pressing on his ass really hard, I finally explode in my shorts and it was a huge one as well. Feeling the sensational shock though my entire body holding his cock in my hand.

Now my dick starts to soften as I am falling asleep with my hand down his pants. I know that I can not stay this way because if he'd waken up and see me on him this way, what would he have to say or think of me. So I pull my hand out of his shorts, turn over so my back would be toward him, and start to fall asleep. When I feel him turn over about a half hour later, he started to spoon me. I thought nothing of it thinking that he is just sleeping and getting comfortable. When all of a sudden he's putting his hand down my shorts and starts rubbing my cock. I was so surprised that
I didn't know what to do so I just lay there in stillness acting as if I was sleeping now.

He felt my cum in my shorts and started to rub it with his finger then he whispers in my ear, "Are you awake?"

I turn my head and said "Yes."

He then asks another question "Can I fuck you?"

Me not saying a thing I nodded my head. He then slowly pulls down my shorts to my knees and he did to himself as well. Now I can feel every smooth part of his skin
against my back side and it felt wonderful. He rubs his dick on my ass which makes me moan. I move my hand over to feel his smooth, soft, warm butt, pressing him harder against my ass with his hard cock that was about 5 1/2 inches long uncut. He then puts the tip of his dick on my asshole and shoves it in very slowly.

I tense up from the pain and he asks, "Do you
want he to stop?"

I told him no because it was already in. Pumping slowly on my ass, the pain fades and turns into sexual pleasure. He then starts to pump faster and faster in the spooning position he whispers to me, "I'm
going to cum!"

He pulls out and sprays his warm cum on my butt as I cum for the second time that night.

We then laid there and giggled hearing his
mother say from out side the room "Be quiet and go to bed it is very late!"

We both looked at each other and quickly put our shorts back on, not even cleaning ourselves first, closed our eyes and fell fast to sleep. The next morning we spoke nothing of what happen the night before. But after that incident we did it like almost everytime I stayed the night at his place.

Friday, 13 August 2010

Drugged Introduction by Xavier L

Drugged Introduction
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his son
and an unrelated teenager. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from
reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel
free to email me as well.

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Authors section under XavierL at /nifty/prolific.html#xavierl.

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I was out playing poker with the guys and left my son Jack at home with his friend Devon. They're great guys so I didn't even think twice about it. That was until I got home. One was sprawled on the couch and the other in a chair. Their odd positions told me they had passed out versus just fallen asleep. I walked over and shook my son firmly, and there was no response. I looked around but didn't see any
bottles, so my next guess was something that really pissed me off: Drugs.

I went over to Devon next. He had his shirt off, and I admired his toned body and dark skin. He was black, and his skin looked as smooth as silk. I placed my hand on his chest and shook him while simultaneously enjoying the feel of his hairless torso. No response from him either. I pondered what to do and finally decided on taking them to Jack's room. I grabbed Devon and half carried and half drug him to the room. He didn't even budge.

I put him in the other bed in Jack's room. He already had his shoes and socks off. I undid his jeans, unzipped them, and then tugged them down his firm thighs. When I finally had peeled them off, I enjoyed the sight of his football player's legs. As my eyes drifted upward, I noticed that his boxers had come down halfway. Unlike my son, Devon wore tight jeans. I moved to pull them back up but caught myself wondering about his package. I had never seen a black guy naked before and wondered what Devon had "down there."

Carefully, and I don't know why I bothered since nothing else had awoken him, I pulled his boxers down until they were mid thigh. Feeling a little nervous, I quickly peered down the hallway outside to make sure Jack was still passed out. He was. So I returned to Devon and pulled his boxers down to his knees and moved a leg upward so that they spread. I ran my hand up his velvety thigh and gently stroked his sac. He had tight curly hairs on his sac and at the base of his dick which looked like it was slowly stiffening.

Once again I checked his face and saw no sign of waking. I began stroking his dick and watched it earnestly as it responded to my touch. When his dick was hard I examined it closely. Not being an expert on cocks, I'd say it was bigger than average. I slowly stroked it hypnotically for a few moments before deciding to remove his underwear. When I had removed them, I pushed his legs apart more and moved in between them. I then lowered my mouth to his cock and started sucking on it. OK, this may sound really odd, but fuck he tasted good!

I slid my hands underneath him and gripped his ass as I continued working his cock. His ass felt like it fit perfectly in my palms. As I swallowed his meat until my nose pressed into his pubes, I breathed in his musky scent. I began sucking him faster. I heard his breathing change but that was it. Soon I noticed his dick seemed swollen. I kept devouring his dark rod until suddenly I was choking as his cock unloaded down my throat. I forced myself to swallow and keep sucking.

After I milked him dry, I got up off of the bed. I was going to put his boxers back on, but his ass intrigued me. I rolled him onto his side and then maneuvered him until he was on his stomach. He had a small bubble butt. I spread his cheeks and stared at his tight, puckered hole. I tore my vision away to look at Jack's clock and spied his bottle of lotion. I rubbed my aching cock through my pants and looked back at Devon's ass.

In a flash my mind was made up. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and slid them and my boxer briefs down. I squirted some lotion onto my cock and then put more in my palm. Returning to Devon I lubed his hole with the lotion. I did a test by inserting my finger. It was so fucking tight!

I quickly positioned myself on top of him. It took some interesting positioning to be able to get my cock inserted into his hole enough that I could use both my hands to support me. He moaned, which scared me, but that was all that happened. So I kept inserting my meat. I was glad he was unconscious so I didn't have to worry about hurting him. I couldn't believe how incredible his ass felt! As I thought of him standing naked in the showers with his football buddies, I started pumping his hole faster.

I'm ashamed to admit I even pictured him talking to my naked son, soap running down their wet bodies. . . and then I blew. It was one of the best orgasms of my entire life! When my cock finally stopped spasming, I got off of Devon, grabbed one of my son's dirty socks from the floor and wipedhis ass of lotion and jizz.

Still naked I walked out to the living room to get my son. I got him into his bed with some effort. I took his shirt off of him and then removed his baggy pants. He was freeballing, so I ended up standing there staring at his naked form. He was toned and better built than Devon. I slipped my hand between his legs and felt his large balls. I was surprised at the amount of pubic hair he had, although I don't know why.

I started rubbing his cock and felt my dick stirring too. I was amazed that my cock was responding so soon after having fucked Devon! Jack was laying there with his mouth open, which he usually did when sleeping. I moved up to where his head was and leaned over him until my dick was at the opening of his mouth. Of course it could barely go in, but I took my hand and swabbed his lips with my precum.

Then I moved between his legs and spread them. I stopped looking at him as my son and simply felt lust. I climbed onto the bed and pushed his legs apart further. I wasted no time in getting his cock into my mouth. I could still smell the scent of soap on his skin, and I deepthroated him savoring every inch of his young rod.

Briefly I thought about how good my son's cock felt in my mouth. The realization that I was blowing my boy made it even hotter, and I found myself sucking him even faster. I imagined him fucking my mouth. When I would lift my head up, he would
shove my head down.

He couldn't that, of course, but to help with my fantasy, I took his hand and placed it on my head. I put my hand on top of his and pushed my head down while pretending it was Jack. I was getting so hot I released his dick and sucked on his balls. Then I moved to his chest and sucked on his nipples. I noticed his breathing, and I so wished he had been awake!

I moved to his neck and smelled his cologne. I moved to his open mouth and kissed him on the lips. I found my tongue moving into his mouth and tried frenching him. It wasn't working the way I wanted since he couldn't return it, so I quit and moved back to his delicious cock. I thrust his dick deep into my throat as I massaged his nuts. I placed his hand back on my head and started sucking him harder and faster. I heard him moan, and I went crazy! Soon his dick was swelling like Devon's had, and I got excited. I started deepthroating him more, moving even faster, desperate for the taste of his cum in my mouth. And seconds later my reward was exploding into my mouth. His cum had a sweeter taste to it than his buddy's. I found myself
greedily devouring his juice.

After the flow slowed down, I released him. I then took his hand and wrapped it around my cock. Holding it firmly closed, I fucked his fist until my cum was landing on his torso. I stood there looking at my jizz on his body. I reached down and dipped my fingertip into it. I looked at the glob on my finger and then at his open mouth. I moved back to his head and put my finger in his mouth so that my cum was on his tongue. He smacked his lips reflexively, and I felt chills.

I was going to reclothe the boys, but then I got a wicked idea. I positioned Devon onto his side facing the window. Then I moved Jack overonto Devon's bed and placed him on his side as well, his front pressed against his friend's firm ass. I then took his arm and draped it over Devon's side placing his hand on his buddy's groin.

Smiling to myself I turned out the light, shut his door, and left his room. I rinsed off in the shower and climbed into bed. It was a little tough falling asleep. Images of the naked boys kept running through my head. Oddly enough I didn't feel the guilt I expected I would.

In the morning I woke up and slowly cracked the bedroom door open. They were still asleep. I laughed softly to myself and shut the door. After breakfast I thought I heard some . . . intense discussion, so I went by the

". . . fucked me!" I heard Devon's voice saying.

"No, I didn't!"

"Then why is it my ass hurts but yours doesn't?!" Devon's voice sounded higher than normal in his anxiety.

"Dude, I don't remember us doing ANYTHING!"

"Then why are we naked, in the same bed, and my ass hurts?"

"I . . . I . . . I dunno," my son replied.

There was some silence followed by soft voices. I hesitated. Do I just barge in? Knock first? It just seemed weird to hear the quiet voices. Finally I decided to just open the door.

The boys were sitting on Devon's bed and were slowly jacking each other off. When I walked into the room, they quickly tried to cover what they were doing.

"Morning boys. Didn't know there was a party going on this morning."

"Dad. . . "

I waved him off and sat down next to him. "No problem. Boys will be boys and all that. I wouldn't mind an invitation to join though."

They sat there with stunned expressions. They had NOT been expecting that response from me! I moved between them, each boy scooting over. As soon as I was seated, I took each of their shrinking cocks into my hands and starting stroking them. They were so damn tense, I finally said "Oh relax!
It's just us guys helping each other out."

Devon was adjusting easier. Finally I decided what the fuck, and I got up,
pushed Devon's knees apart and sank down between his legs. He watched me closely, his eyes wide. I smiled back, opened my mouth and then shoved his cock into my mouth.

"Holy shit!" I heard my son say.

I grabbed Devon's hand and put it on my head. He immediately started bobbing my head up and down. He relaxed more and eased back. Getting my courage mustered, I released Devon's cock. I moved over, pulled apart my son's knees, and before he could say or do anything, I had his cock in my throat.

"Fuck!" he said aloud. After 2-3 passes of deepthroating him, his hand was on my head.

My fantasy was coming true! Except I found my fantasy evolving. I wanted to feel his cock inside my ass. What was wrong with me? Yeah, I've been curious before, sucked some cock in my life, but getfucked? BY MY SON?

But I wanted it. I wanted it bad. I released his dick. "I can't suck both of you at the same time guys. Devon, lay down on the bed."

Devon swung around as we vacated our spots. I quickly stripped out of my
clothes. I moved between his legs and sucked on his balls. His legs
spread wider, and he moaned softly. "Jack, put some of that lotion on your
dick. A lot of it."

He looked confused but did as I asked. I watched him while I slowly sucked
Devon's large dark brown cock. When he had finished, I told him to get in
back of me.

"What am I going to do?" he asked.

"Gee, your dick is hard, it's slippery, and you're behind my ass. What do
you think?"

His mouth fell open, and he stood rooted to the spot.

"You're wasting time son!"

I felt chills runs through me as he moved in behind me. I could feel his
hot body, his hard-on was pressed into my skin. I stopped sucking my
chocolate rod and reached behind and guided my boy's cock to my hole. As
his dick entered me, I felt his hands tentatively rest on my ass. "Take
over Jack."

I moved back over Devon's cock. Sliding my hands underneath his butt
cheeks, I guided his hips up and down so he was fucking my mouth. He took
over immediately. He had his hand pushing my head down, and his hips
shoved upward until I was almost choking.

It took all my concentration to ignore the pain that was ripping through my
ass as my son invaded me. When I could feel him pressed into my ass, I
reached back and grabbed his cheek. I let Devon's cock flop out of my
mouth as I breathed "Fuck me son. Fuck me hard!"

Jack's grip tightened on my hips as he begin slowly fucking me. He
couldn't go too fast yet because my ass had a death grip on his rod, but he
sped up as my cherry hole began relaxing more. Meanwhile I worked Devon's
sac with my lips. "Devon, talk dirty to me."

"Like how?"

"Ever seen a porno?" I said in halted cadence as my son's cock sent fresh
waves of pleasure and pain through me.


"It's cool man. You said things like `Suck my dick bitch!'"

"You want me to say that?" he asked, doubt and confusion evident in his

"Yes!" I replied as I returned his young meat to my mouth.

He moaned loudly, which blended with my son's grunting, and said "Suck my
dick bitch!"

Fuck it was so hot! I put my hand on top of his and shoved it down. He
started forcing my head down to meet his upward thrust.

"Yeah, bitch! Suck it!"

My son was getting turned on hearing this. Well, that's what I assumed as
his fucking picked up the pace.

"Take it, Dad! I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!" he said unconvincingly.

I moaned loudly, a sound muffled by the presence of Devon's thick shaft
pounding my throat, to encourage him.

Devon's cheeks tightened, and I could feel his cock swelling again. I
braced myself.

"I'm gonna cum Mark!" the boy cried in warning.

In response I shoved his dick deep in my throat.

His breathing became more ragged and his movements more stiff, and seconds
later his salty load was blasting my gullet.

"Shit!" my son said and began pounding me harder. He was getting off on me
swallowing his buddy's load. I tightened my hole around his cock. "Fuck!"
he almost screamed, and I could feel his cock twitching inside of me. His
fingers dug into my skin as the full force of his orgasm expanded.

I milked Devon's cock while my son's load filled my hole. Jack's body
rested against mine, his torso on my bare back.

"That was hot!" Devon said. Devon got up carefully and went into the

"Leave it in," I said as I slowly lay down on the bed. Jack followed me so
he didn't dislodge his cock.

Devon came out of the bathroom and looked at my watch. "Shit! My mom's
picking me up in 10 minutes!"

The boys quickly mobilized to get dressed. We went into the living room so
Devon could get his shoes. As he tied them, he asked "Can I spend the
night tonight?"

"Hell yeah!" I said.

He grinned widely, and I heard a car horn outside. He ran out, talked to
his mom, and returned to the door. "She said yes! See you at about 4!"
Then he spun around and ran back to the car.

Jack went into the kitchen and grabbed some cereal and sat down to eat
breakfast. There was an odd silence between us. I decided to just read
the paper and give him some time. He spent the rest of the morning in his
room which made me rather nervous.

I got lunch ready and called him in. We ate, again, mostly in silence. I
put the dishes away and headed toward the living room. Jack came in behind
me. I grabbed the remote off the TV and walked by Jack.


"Yeah?" I replied, stopping in front of him.

"Did you. . . did you really like that?"

"Fuck yes!"


I looked at him considering. I put the remote in my pocket and knelt down
in front of him. He watched me carefully as I reached up, grabbed his
sweats and pulled them down. His dick was growing rapidly. "Yeah,
really," I said, and then I took his cock into my mouth.

While he Slept by Aaron


While He Slept...

Unlike many of the stories on this page, this one is completely true.

Trust me, you'll see by the end that if I was telling you my fantasy things might have been a little different. It's so true, in fact, that I will leave out any type of name and most details except the encounter just in case someone I know stumbles upon this story.

First, me. I'm in my late teens, and I've been in love with my best friend for years now. He's just absolutely gorgeous, he can have any girl he wants. I would describe him, but once again, it would give me away. Just think of your dream boy in his place. I'm a few inches shorter than him (about 5'9") I'm really thin and I weigh in at 160 with blue eyes and brown hair. He and I spent all of our time together before we went off to school, so I had plenty of chances to check him out, although I never got a good look at his dick. Sure, I'd see him walk accross the room with morning wood or catch a glimpseof his balls while he was sitting on his bed in his boxers, but my fantasies about what lay behind his underwear were rampant.

I won't bore you with my relationship with him, I'll just get right to the point. A group of 6 guys (my friends) were together in a vacation house. No one was gay. No one was bi. Just a buncha guy friends having fun. The second night we got nice and drunk and sat around talking for a long time, and eventually headed to bed. 3 of us were taking the guest bedroom with the double bed, I called the bed, so the other two were going to have to take the floor.

My friend rolled out his sleeping bag at the end of my bed and was laying down when he said "Screw this, I'm not sleeping on the floor!" and threw the sleeping bag up on the bed with me.

I was pleased by this, but it was nothing new, I'd had to sleep with him before. Besides, he was on top of the covers in a sleeping bag while I was under them. Well, in a few minutes he had shucked the sleeping bag and gotten under the covers, but the lights went out and he was asleep in minutes.

He has this great habit of rolling around in his sleep and pressing up against my body in so many various positions that I can never fall asleep because of the raging hard-on in my boxers. We maneuvered through many positions over an hour or an hour and a half, him sleeping peacefully, me on the verge of a touch-free orgasm the whole time. We finaly ended up with him on his left side with his knees bent forward and me on my right side facing him. My left hand was resting on his right thigh, which was enough to drive me crazy.

While he slept, I moved my hand up his leg so slowly I could barely tell it was going anywhere. The soft hairs on his inner thigh thinned out as I neared his groin, but I soon realized that his slick mesh gym shorts would be too tight around his cock for me to get to it. However, I had come too far to stop now. I slid my hands over his shorts to the lumps resting in between his legs at the bottom of his belly. It took me a few seconds to distinguish each object from the other, but I eventually located his two balls, almost exactly the same size as mine, and then his cock, completely limp, resting along the crevice between his leg and lower stomach.

Keep in mind that before now, I had never had my hands on anyone's cock but my own. Since his balls had been pushed upwards by his legs resting together, only the head of his dick and about an inch or two of the shaft were available. However, I went immediately for what I knew to be the most sensitive place on my cut dick, technicaly called the "glans", I think, or the little rough spot on the underside just below the head. I slowly stroked about an inch of the still loose skin up and down the shaft.

I noticed no change in his breathing and his body didn't move, but in a minute I felt the soft shaft begin to harden ever so slightly under my finger. The head scooted slowly up the crevice, inching along. I continued to slowly rub his semi-hard cock, my heart racing faster than ever before in my life and my dick standing straight out of the fly in my boxers, rock hard and ready to go. I could soon tell that his cock had reached its full potential. The flesh was soft to the touch but hard and throbbing when I pressed firmly. I now used several fingers to stroke up and down his shaft, playing with his balls at the bottom of each stroke. I could hear his breathing quicken, coming faster and staggered. Only the faintest moan could be heard on my more carfully placed strokes.

I was incomplete ecstacy. I would have layed there pleasuring my dream boy for hours. I could have been masturbating him for 5 or 50 minutes, I couldn't tell, but I felt his cock begin to swell even more under my fingers. My cock swelled too, aching against its tight skin and throbing uncontrollably. On my downstrokes I could feel his balls tightening up against his cock. His was now breathing so hard and quickly that it was blowing against my face. His sweet breath drove me wild and I felt my balls begin to tingle. I slid my fingers hard down his dick through his nylon shorts and felt his whole lower body tense up. On the upstroke I felt his cock go rigid and he grunted hard in his sleep. His hot cock began to throb under my fingers, and I could feel the large wet spot forming at the tip of his dick as I stroked more quickly now. I looked up at his face and saw it twisted up in pure pleasure and it was too much... my cock flinched and shot a geyser of semen all over my stomach. He groaned and continued to pulse in my hand. I had never seen so much cum come out of my penis, and I was loving it. For all I know the whole bed was shaking with our dual orgasm, but I didn't even care. His cock began to relax and his leg musclses loosened. I reached my hand down and grabbed my dick head and squeezed tight as I slid my hand down my now cum-coverd cock.

This final sensation gave me my last hard throb in my orgasm. My whole body ached with pleasure and cum drooled out of my dick and down my shaft through my fingers. My body relaxed and I looked over him. His eyes were still closed and his mouth was hanging open, his breathing more relaxed now. Cum was dripping out of the bottom of his shorts, but he was none the wiser. I reached my hand over and ran myfingers through the pool of his cum on his thigh and brought it to my mouth. I had never tasted semen before then, not even my own, and it sent shivers down my spine. He shifted suddenly and scared the shit out of me. He rolled over to his right, his right shoulder coming right by my head, turned onto his stomach, and pressed his still hard cock into the matress, straining it up against his belly. You guys know how good that can feel, and he let out a loud sigh, and then rolled over onto his back, still asleep. I admired the glistening film of cum around his belly button, and bussied myself with wiping the remander of mine into the bedsheets. I promptly rolled over and fell asleep.

He woke up the next morning unaware of the dried cum on his belly and all in his pubes, or so it seemed. I've never actually had a consentual encounter with a member of the same sex, but this was close enough for me, and I'm going to jerk off right now just from typing about it.

Monday, 21 June 2010

On the Train again by kevintrainerboy

On the train again.
(sleep, straight guy, voyeur, oral, 1st gay.)

In the third carriage, walking down the aisle, looking for a good
seat. Doing the stats as I walk.
Mood: about 3 out of 10. Average for Friday.
Tiredness: 5? Actually, about 4. That's pretty good for the end of the week.
Horniness: about 8. Doesn't ever seem to go below 8 these days.

Can't remember when I started doing the stats. It's a habit now.

Going down the fourth carriage; only three more left. The handle of my bag
is cutting into my hand, and there's a pain in my leg from knocking against
someone's armrest. Still, it's worth going a bit further down. There's
plenty of seats free at this time of night, but a seat with a view is what
matters. Got hours to pass, and time always goes by faster if there's
someone worth looking at. A few sneaky looks. Might get a nice fantasy

The guy at the end of this carriage looks OK. A bit rough looking; a bit
chavy really, but not bad.

I manage to get my bag stuck in the seat just before I get to him. Gives me
time for a better look. That's a definite. Quite hot actually. What I'd
like to do is sit opposite him, but I don't. There's four empty seats
across the aisle, and he'll wonder why I don't use one of them. It's like
standing too near another guy to take a piss. Might be risky. He looks like
he could be... well, I don't think I'd want to get on the wrong side of

So I take a seat across the aisle, diagonally opposite him, and the view
seems fine from here. I put my bag on the floor between my legs and get out
a few random things. While my head's down, I've got the chance for a good
look. I don't waste it.

Trainers. I like guys in trainers. Tracky bottoms. Polo shirt. All very
nice. Then the details: some worn patches and dirt on the trainers, the
tracky bottoms quite old, with a torn bit down one of the stripes. Bit of a
gap between the polo shirt and the top of his boxers. Bit of skin
showing. Also very nice. Trackies very low on his hips, way below his
boxers. The waist band must be right down to his pubes. If he wasn't
wearing the boxers I'd be able to see right down to ... Oh, God, I'm
getting a semi already. Brilliant. I'm thinking maybe half an hour watching
him and imagining a load of stuff, then down to the bog for a wank.

I sit back up and put my stuff on the seat next to me. Don't think I'll be
reading much of my book, but I open it anyway. I do the stats on
him. Clothes: 8, maybe 9. Face and hair: definitely 9. Why are rough, chavy
straight lads so hot? Body: could be a 10. Looks like there's a great body
under that polo shirt. Is that the edge of a tattoo under his sleeve?

Two empty lager cans under his seat. I wonder if he's drunk those? He
slides his arse forward in the seat, stretches his legs out in front of him
and puts his head back against the headrest. Yes, yes, yes. A bit
further. There's a definite bulge in his tracky bottoms now. Sliding
forward has pulled the front of his boxers down a bit. There's more skin
showing now, and some hair trailing down towards his pubes. This is good,
very good. My cock's really hard now, and a bit uncomfortable in my
jeans. Now he closes his eyes, and I shove my hand down my boxers for a
quick fiddle, just to get comfortable. This is already shaping up to be a
great journey, and if he goes to sleep, it will be fucking
amazing. Uninterrupted viewing, and I won't even have to worry about him
catching me looking.

I take a quick glance back up the carriage, no-one else at all down this
end. I start to wonder if I might sneak a wank right here. If he goes to
sleep, that is. It wouldn't be the first time. Hand in my pocket, take it
nice and slowly. Danger wank. I remember some of the lads at School calling
it that. They used to compare stories in the PE changing room. Who'd had
one in the most risky places. I could tell my mates about this one later

If I had the right sort of mates.

My cock's getting even harder now, watching the bulge in the guy's trackies
and thinking about danger wanking right opposite him.

I slip my hand into my jeans pocket and start to have a bit of a play. I
can feel my heart beating, and feel my nob responding to every pulse with a
small twitch. It's going to be a good one. I get my thumb on my bell-end,
just where my foreskin joins on, and start to massage it gently. The skin's
really sensitive there, and the material of my boxers makes plenty of
friction. Fuck, that feels good already.


It's a while later when a tunnel brings me out of my dream world for a
moment. The guy opposite is properly asleep now, and I'm starting to leak
pre-cum. Time to decide if I'm going to finish this one off here, or go to
the bog.

Then, there's a bit of a noise from my wank fantasy across the aisle, and
he turns his head. I freeze, but it's OK, he's not waking up. Dreaming
probably. He shifts in his seat again, and now the bulge is bigger. It's
clearer anyway, and I think it's bigger.

Fuck. I think he's getting a hard-on. Fuck!

But I think he might be going to wake up. No. No. He's shifting around in
his seat. Stay asleep, please, for fuck's sake, stay asleep.

I'm in agony for a couple of minutes, but then he settles down again. Still
asleep. Thank Christ for that. And still getting hard. I can see the whole
shape of his cock through the thin material now. It's sticking out to the
side a bit, but it's still growing and straightening up. Fuck. This is like
winning the lottery. His bell-end's pushing right up against the waist band
of his boxers. I can see the whole shape of it. One more centimetre would
do it. Less than that. Come on. Come on!

I'm not even being careful any more. My whole hand is wrapped round my nob,
and I'm straining the material of my pocket to get some good action
going. He slides a bit further down in the seat, and the front of his
trackies gets pulled down just that centimetre I've been praying
for. There, in full view, is his bell-end, really hard, the skin stretched
very tight and very shiny.

All of a sudden, my fantasy moves inside his head, putting myself into the
horny dream I know he's having. That amazing cock of his, thrusting into
someone, over and over again. That bell-end, forcing its way into someone's
hole. He's got her up against a wall, fucking her harder and harder. His
trackies are round his ankles and his arse is clenching as he fucks. I hear
his breathing getting faster, getting noisier.

He's getting close. There's sweat on his neck and face. He's grunting and
gasping for breath. Then one massive thrust. And another. He's cumming. I
bet there's masses of it. Hot and creamy and sticky.

Oh fuck. I'm cumming too. The first squirt straight into my boxers. I don't
fucking care. This is what I've been needing all day. Second squirt.
Fucking amazing. Third. Don't stop. Don't stop.


It's a while before I come down a bit from the orgasm and get my head back
to reality. I'm really out of breath, my cock feels hot and a bit raw from
the friction, and my boxers are soaking with cum.

When I get my breath back, I'll go to the bog and clean up.

Chavy lad is still asleep, with no idea about how I've made use of
him. Still hard as well. Must be some dream he's having.

I hear the door swishing open at the other end of the carriage, and I look
back over my shoulder. There's a woman and a child walking down the
carriage, coming our way. My lad still has his bell-end in full view, and
suddenly I feel protective. I shoot across into the seat next to him, and
cross my legs, with my knee sticking out to cover his crotch as much as
possible. It's a fairly shit effort, but I only had a few seconds. I try to
look relaxed, but fail dismally. First the child and then the woman arrive
and go past. They don't look at either of us, fortunately; I think they've
rushing to get the child to the toilet. Thank fuck for that.

I look across, and suddenly realise how close I am to the guy I've been
lusting over, how easily I could reach out and touch his bell-end, feel up
his balls through his trackies, anything. My cock gives another jolt, and
pumps a bit more cum into my already soaking boxers.

Another thought crashes in; mother and child will be coming back from the
toilet any time, and there may be others too. What if a ticket-collector
appears? Fuck. I'm going to have to wake the guy up. I can't just leave him
there, showing off his very beautiful nob to the world. I know if I think
about this too much, I won't do it, so I turn and shake the guy's arm.

`Hey, mate.'

He moves a bit, but doesn't respond.

`Hey mate, you've got to wake up.'

This time a reaction. `What? What's up? Are we there?'

`No. You need ... you've ...'

I haven't a clue what to say, so I look down and point straight at his
bell-end, knowing it's going to be my last chance to see it.

The reaction is instant. `Oh, fuck! Shit! Shit!' He's pulling at his
clothes and covering up, leaning forward in the seat. `Mate, I'm sorry. I
didn't know. Shit. I was having a dream...'

`It's fine. Don't worry about it.'

`Did anyone see?'

`No, it's OK. No-one saw.'

`You sure?' He seems really freaked by this.

`I'm sure. Look, no-one's sitting anywhere near. There were a couple of
people came past, but I managed to cover it up with my leg, so they didn't
see anything.' I demonstrate for him.

Right on cue, the mother and child come back from the toilet, and he
watches them go past. Then he looks straight at me, and I can see the panic
in his eyes. I get the feeling he's picturing what might have happened if
the kid had seen him lying there, with his dick rock-hard and in full view.

`You saved my fucking life, mate.'

`It's all right, really.'

`I'm fucking sorry though, mate. I mean, you had to ... You must think I'm
a right fucking perv.'

`Course I don't.'

`But I had my dick out!'

`You didn't mean to.'

`I feel such a cunt.'

`All guys get hard-ons when they're asleep.'

`Fucking nightmare. On a train, for fuck's sake.'

`It was just bad luck. Forget about it.'

`Suppose so, but I still feel a cunt.' He's starting to calm down a bit;
the shock's wearing off. `Cheers though, mate. You're a fucking life
saver. I mean it. Can I buy you a beer or something?

`No, you're all right.' I'm starting to feel a bit bad now; he's treating
me like I'm the fucking Good Samaritan, and five minutes ago I was cumming
in my pants over him.

`Is that right, what you said – all guys get boners when they're

I'm surprised by the question. I thought that was something everyone
knew. But then, he is young, and I don't suppose he'd be able to ask his
mates something like that; it might sound a bit gay. I, on the other hand,
rather like the way this conversation is going. `Yeah, I think it happens
to everyone.' I think I'll risk pushing it a bit further. `If I wake up in
the night, mine's usually hard, and in the morning.'

`Is it? Cool. I didn't know if it happened to other blokes or not. I
thought it was supposed to just happen for a bit after your balls drop.'

`Happens to me all the time, and I think I'm pretty normal.' Normal?
Fucking hell, how can I say something like that with a straight face?

`But what about...' He trails off, and shoots me a quick glance. `Sorry,
mate, I shouldn't be going on about this kind of stuff. I don't even know

Oh, no. You're not getting off this subject yet. I'm just getting warmed
up. `Don't worry about me. I'll talk about anything, especially dirty

`Really?' He thinks for a moment. `No, you're all right.'

`Look, you've already shown me your dick. If you're not embarrassed about
that, well...'

He looks horrified. `What? I didn't fucking show you... I was... you said
it was...' Then he catches my smile. `You cunt... I thought you were
serious.' His shoulders drop and he breathes out noisily. Then he gives me
a big smile; the first one I've seen. It's fucking sexy. He seems like a
really nice lad. But I really want to keep this conversation going.

`You think you're a fucking perv? I bet you're not as bad as me. Come on,
what were you going to ask me?'

`You sure you don't mind?'

`No, I've said. Go on.'

`Is it normal if you still spunk up in the night sometimes? I mean, I
thought that only happened when you were, like thirteen or something.'

`Depends on how horny you are, and how much sex you're getting.'

`What do you mean?'

`Are you fucking anyone at the moment?'

`No mate. My girlfriend dumped me about six months ago.'

`How often do you have a wank?'

`Fucking hell, mate...'

`Sorry, didn't mean to embarrass you.'

`I'm not embarrassed, mate, I just wasn't expecting you to just, like,
fucking come out with it like that.' He is embarrassed, though. At least a

`Well, you did ask me about spunking up in the night. I was just...'

`Yeah, yeah, mate, it's OK. Yeah, well, I have one, like, every day, I

`Just one?'

`Yeah, most days. I try not to have too many. My dad said it's bad for you
if you do it too much.'

I'm starting to feel quite sorry for the lad now. He's so open and
trusting, and I'm being such a devious cunt. At least I can set him
straight on this, though. `That's crap. Sorry, I know it's your dad, and
all that, but he's talking out of his arse.'


`Yeah. Sounds like you need far more than one a day. You're obviously a
horny guy; you need to let it out, or it all builds up, and you end up
squirting it in the night.'

`Well, my dad usually talks out of his arse, I suppose. He's a bit of a
twat, really.' Another big smile. `So, how many should I, you know, how

`Have as many as you want. When your dick tells you it needs a wank, you
should have one.'

`Fucking hell, man. Result!' He's looking really excited now. Probably
thinking about getting home and cracking one off straightaway.

I'm not feeling so good though. I know I've just been using the guy, and he
seems so nice. I only started this conversation because I'd get turned on
by it. Even now though, when I'm feeling a bit shit about myself, I've
still got a hard-on, and I'm still checking the guy out every chance I
get. What's the matter with me, for fuck's sake?

`Hey, mate,' he fixes me with a look of such openness that I have to look
away. `That's so cool, what you told me. I don't know anyone else who'd
tell me stuff like that. You're a top bloke, you know.'

Suddenly, I can't do this any more. `No I'm not.'

`You are mate. I wish my mates were more like you.'

I've started now, and I'm not going to be able to stop. `You don't. You
wouldn't if you knew what I'm really like. It's me that's the cunt, not
you. And a perv. Look. I've been checking you out ever since I got on this
train. That's why I came and sat opposite you. When you got a boner, I
should have come over and woken you up straightaway, but I didn't because I
was too busy getting off on it.'

`Holy fuck! Where did all that come from? Shit!' There's a long silence. I
haven't a clue what's going to happen next. Finally, he asks, `You a
fucking gayboy then?'

The word almost makes me smile, despite myself. `Yes I'm a "gayboy".'

`Fuck. I wouldn't have guessed. You don't look like one.' I resist the
temptation to launch into the whole `not all gays are camp' thing. Now
really isn't the time.

There's another silence, and I try to work out which way this may go. He
doesn't look too worried, which I suppose is a good sign, and he hasn't
punched me or walked off to another carriage. `Why did you go so fucking
mental? If you were only having a bit of a perve. It's not a big deal, not
enough to go beating yourself up about. We had some gays at School, you
know, it don't worry me.' He stops to think. `So, you think I'm fit then,
do you. Fucking hell.' Suddenly, his expression changes. He looks hard at
me. `What's going on here?'

I can't look him in the eye. I try to, but I can't. I look down and find
myself staring at his crotch. But he isn't going to let this drop. `Right,
mate, I reckon you're told me about half of it so far. Think it's time for
the whole fucking lot, don't you?'

I reckon I've got two choices – just get up and walk down the other end
of the train, or answer the question. The silence is stretching on, and
it's not a good silence. I think he deserves an answer.

`I had a wank over you.'

`Shit! What, here?'


`You mean you got your dick out right here and whacked one off?'

`No, I did it in my pocket.'

`When I was asleep?'

`Yes. Can we stop talking about this now?'

`I don't fucking think so. Was it a good wank?'


`A good wank. Did you enjoy wanking over me?'


`Did you cum?'


`Where?' I think he's starting to enjoy this. The more uncomfortable I get,
the more he's enjoying it. `Where did you shoot it?'

`You can guess where. Do I have to spell it out?'

`Yeah, I think you do.'

`In my pants.'

`You fucking cummed in your pants?'


`You're right. You are a fucking pervert.' His face is serious, but there's
something in his eyes which I can't quite work out. `Don't know if I
believe you, though.'


`Don't think I believe you, mate. Think you're making the whole fucking
thing up.' The look in his eyes has changed now, to something definitely
mischievous, and there's a small smile too. `Think you need to prove it.'

`What do you mean? Prove what?'

`You're telling me you had a wank over me, and shot a load in your
kecks. I'm telling you I think you might be a lying cunt. Only one way of
proving it.'

He's definitely smiling now. He's in charge, and he knows it. I reach for
my belt and undo it. Then the buttons on my jeans. My boxers are black, and
the wet patch is really obvious. So is the shape of my hard-on through the
stretchy material.

He looks like he's giving it serious thought. `Hmm, could be spunk. Could
be you've pissed yourself...' The smile is getting bigger, as he takes more
control. `Not convinced yet.'

I pull the waist band of my boxers out, and my cock flicks back against my
stomach with a slap. He takes a good look, and shakes his head. `That's
fucking disgusting. You should be ashamed of yourself.'

`I know. I am.' But I'm smiling. And so is he.

`So then, mate, do I get a blow-job, or what?'

Sometimes, there are moments when you need to say something, but your
brain's going off in fifty different directions at once, and all the things
you thought you knew have been shuffled up and dealt out again in a
different order. There are some words in my head, but I can't seem to say
any of them. I'm sitting there with my mouth opening and closing, and he's
put his serious face back on. After a very long time, I manage, `What?
No... I mean... Shit.'

He reaches out towards me, and I realise I'm still holding out the
waistband of my boxers. He takes my hand away, and then lets the elastic
snap back. It cracks against my bell-end, and he gives a quick laugh as I
wince with the pain and start rubbing it. `Now. Do what you're fucking
told, right? And if you're a good boy, I might even give you a hand with
that. Come on!' He gestures with his head towards the toilet, and I'm on my
feet and following him without even thinking about it. I haven't done up my
jeans, and I have to hold on to them to keep them up. As we get to the
door, he stops suddenly, and I bang into him. It's the first time I've
touched him, and it sends a shock of electricity through me.

`Right. I'm not a fucking gayboy, so don't try to kiss me, or any of that
shit. You ain't sticking anything into my mouth, or anywhere else, so you
can forget that too. I'm in charge, right, and don't fucking forget it.'

I'm about to answer, but he's turning and opening the door, and I just
follow him in. We're standing facing each other, close together in the
cramped cubicle. He takes control straightaway. `Take my shirt off. I don't
want cum on it. Keep yours on.' He lifts his arms and I pull his shirt up
and over his head. There's a hook on the back of the door, and I hang it
there. I turn back to him, and instinctively my hands go to his chest. But
that's not part of the plan. `Clean your dick! In the sink!' I pull my
clothes down and turn the tap on, getting handfuls of water and cleaning
most of the cum off. There's water everywhere by the time I've finished,
but fuck it, so what? I turn back to him and wait for the next instruction.

`Right. Kneel down.' I do. `Get my cock out and start sucking it.' I don't
have to be asked twice.

I pull his trackies down, and then his boxers. His cock is rock hard
already; his foreskin pulled right back and his bell-end tight and shiny
like I remembered it. His pubes are trimmed quite short, and his balls are
hanging low and tempting. I go in and take one in my mouth, breathing in
the smell of sweat, and slipping my hand between his legs. Almost at once,
I get a slap on the side of my head. Hard, but not vicious. `I said suck my
dick, not all that other shit.'

I do as I'm told. I kneel up a bit, and take hold of his shaft, pulling his
cock down towards my mouth. There's an unmistakable glint of pre-cum on it,
and I lick it off. Fuck, I'm so turned on. I take his whole bell-end in my
mouth, and start going down on it, rubbing it against the inside of my
cheek. He's moaning a bit already. I move it across to the other cheek for
a bit, and then move my lips further down the shaft. I feel the tip hit the
back of my throat, and he's loving it. I feel all his muscles tense, and he
puts his hands on the back of my head. I start to get a good rhythm going,
and he seems happy to let me run the show. I reach down for my dick, and
start wanking; slowly though, I'm close to cumming already.

I think he's getting close as well, and I speed up the rhythm a
bit. Suddenly, his hands are on the side of my head, and he's pulling out,
then lifting me to my feet. We're face to face again, and his hand closes
round my cock. He starts to move his hand, really slowly at first, then
faster. I want to kiss him so much. I'm starting to imagine my tongue
pushing his lips apart. Shit. I know I mustn't, so instead I bury my face
in his neck, and put my arms round him. He's wanking me quite hard now, and
I'm starting to build up to cumming. I wonder if he can tell I'm getting
really close. I wonder if he's ever done this before with a guy. I don't
care, though. I don't fucking care. This feels fucking amazing, and that's
all that matters.

I move a hand onto his cock and hold tight, starting to move my hand in
time to his. Straightaway, his free hand comes round and grasps my wrist
tight. He stops me wanking it, but at least he lets me keep hold of
it. He's not ready to cum yet – I know where he's planning for his load
to end up.

His hand speeds up even more and there's no way I'm going to hold off any
longer. I hold him even tighter as the waves of the orgasm take hold of
me. My legs start shaking, and my body jerks wildly as I grunt muffled
sounds of ecstasy into his shoulder. It feels like it's going on for
ever. It's a much stronger cum this time, more intense, deeper somehow, and
I know I've shot even more spunk than that other time, back in the

I'm still cumming a bit when I feel his hands on my shoulders pushing me
down. My spunk is splashed all the way up his chest, and he's guiding my
head towards it. I open my mouth, put out my tongue, and start to lick it
up. Once he's sure I've got the idea, he drops his hands and lets me get on
with cleaning him up. I work my way down, starting with the splashes on his
shoulder and neck. I do his chest next, and he lets me use my tongue on his
nipple for a while, before pushing me down further. I'm getting to the best
bits now; there's loads of cum in his pubes and the trail of hair going up
to his belly button is plastered with it. I take my time, and enjoy every
lick, and by now he's got his hand round his dick and he's wanking it
slowly as he watches me doing my clean-up job.

Just as I'm about finished, his hands are on my head again, and his cock
rams its way into my mouth. No way am I going to be in charge of this
one. He snaps his hips back and thrusts forward, both hands behind my
head. His bell-end's in my throat, and for a moment I'm choking. I force
myself to relax, and the next thrust slides in easily. He moans, and the
next thrust is even harder. His breath is coming fast now, and I know this
won't last long. Faster. Harder. It hurts, but I'm loving what I'm doing to
him. He's right on the edge, gasping and groaning, and then suddenly,
`Swallow it, cunt!' and one final massive thrust. The first shot hits the
back of my throat hard, followed by another and another. I grab his arse
with both hands and help to push it in a bit deeper. I'm not even noticing
the pain now, I'm just feeling his body shuddering and hearing his
breathing as his orgasm builds and then starts to ease off.

For a minute, we don't move, him standing breathing heavily and me kneeling
with his cock still in my mouth. I do the stats. Mood: 10,
obviously. Tiredness: zero, though that might not last long. Horniness:
zero and 10 – totally relaxed and totally horned-up, both at the same
time. Don't know how that works, but that's how it is. Fucking amazing.

Then he lets me get up, and we stand facing each other again. The big smile
is back, and this time I'm smiling too.

I decide to push my luck a bit. `Still no kissing, then?' He doesn't answer
straightaway, but the smile stays, and then he says, `Well...'

Suddenly, there's a loud banging on the door. We both freeze. Shit.

More banging. `Hey! Open this door! What the fuck is going on in there?'

Drunk to Fuck by JonH

By JonH

Sometimes after I've got down on my knee's and sucked a blokes cock I get
this surge of power inside me, I don't know what it is but sometimes I feel
really in control of the situation even if I'm the one giving head.

The one time I had no control left me feeling like a piece of dirt but
somehow whenever I think about it my cock stirs in my pants.

For extra cash I do three nights as a drinks waiter at a function centre
and the night I'm talking about was an end of season social for a local
rugby club. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like football players but I'm
not an idiot, I know that they're straight and I wasn't gonna act like some
fool and get myself into trouble or fired so I kept it professional and
concentrated only on the (huge) drinks orders I was taking to the tables.

The function was due to finish up at 1:00 a.m, at ten to one most of the
parents and club officials were making their way drunkenly out the doors
but most of the players seemed happy to keep on going.

Despite what I told myself I couldn't help having the odd look at a few of
the players, I figured they were so drunk they wouldn't notice and for the
most part they didn't. One of the loudest tables was the one full of the
players from the open age division, basically this division had players 21
years and up and it was while taking an order to them (beer) that I saw
this one guy who was well and truly rat assed. He had a babyish looking
face on a huge, heavy body. I guessed he didn't have a girlfriend as he
was wearing track pants and a rugby top, he was there to drink and I guess
not much else. The shouting was so loud every time I took them a tray of
drinks that I couldn't hear what this guys name was - not that it mattered
I guess - I didn't plan on doing anything as it was clear he wasn't into
guys. He caught me looking at him once but he seemed to brush it off in
the fog of alcohol he was in so I wasn't too fussed.

At one the boss said I could go as they were going to go to bar only
service so leaving the thumping, drunken function room I made my way to the
change room, to get there you had to walk outside and from behind a
dumpster I heard the unmistakable sound of someone throwing up. By the
dull rear light I could make out a large heavy ass with track pants
revealing a small inch or so of ass crack, seeing the rugby top I knew it
must of been the bloke who I'd checked out a couple of times during the
night. Ordinarily I'd maybe see this as some kind of opening but the smell
of beer and vomit kind of put me off so I got to the change room and closed
the door.

The other waiters and waitresses had left around 12 so I had the place to
myself and seeing as it had been a hard night I decided to have a shower.
Stripping down I was soon naked and while going through looking for my
towel I heard what you'd have to call a grunt coming from the door. I had
my back to the door but turning my head I saw it was the drunk bloke, his
lips were still wet from where he'd thrown up and he swayed slightly on his
feet but the one steady thing about him was the way he was staring at my
naked ass.

"You the only one ere'?" he said barely taking his eyes off my ass.

I found my towel and started to wrap it around my waist, he was a good
looking guy but he was too far gone to be attractive anymore. He was now
just a heaving, wet mouthed drunk so it was stupid of me to tell him that I
was the only one around.

With glassy eyed determination he came up to me and straight off roughly
pushed his fingers into my towel covered ass crack, from the violent rise
in his track pants I could see he wanted something. Before I had time to
think of anything to say his warm beer and sick smelling breath was making
my ear sweat.

"Mate, I'm hangin' for it. Bitchshes in there are too much fuckin' work so
I guess you're gonna have ta do"

"Look I ah..."

Before I could say anything more he swung his arm around my shoulder and
got me into a standing headlock. With his other hand he tore my towel off
so I stood there nude my flaccid cut dick hanging between my legs.

"Mate, I'm not ashkin' ya'. I'm a nishe guy when I'm happy orright'. Now,
is this private?"

"No, the storerooms better"

Tightening his grip on my neck he slurred into my hair; "OK, I jus' wan'
some of that ass a' yours then I'll go". Flicking my cock with a finger he
tried to smile.

Pushing me roughly ahead of him I made my way down the corridor with him
staggering behind me. He must of noticed the contrast of my pale pink
naked flesh against the black, grimy walls as under his breath he murmured
approval "fuckin' peach, look at em' wigglin'....mate you wan' it"

Entering the storeroom I flicked on the dim light bulb and locked the door
behind us, as soon as the latch clicked he had his hand at the back of my
head and was pushing it down towards the tent in his track pants.

"Suck it mate, suck ma' cock"

The grit of the floor dug into my knee's as I got down between his legs, I
couldn't see it but his track pants and rugby top smelt of beer and sick.

"Get it out ya' lil' fuckin' slut"

I don't usually go for dirty talk but the way he leered down at me...well,
despite myself my cock started to shift.

Gripping the waistband of his track pants I lifted them up and over the
huge lump in the front, the fabric was wet to the touch - he'd pissed on
them sometime during the night. His black briefs also were wet and smelt
of beer and piss - he must of been real drunk as I saw his pubic hair was
wet and plastered against his skin as I peeled down the front of his
briefs. Before I had time to decide what I thought about this his hand was
pushing my face hard against his crotch.

His heavy, hot cock wiped across my face, the cut head hard and fully
erect, sweat, piss and beer rubbed into my cheek as I tried to get the
wildly swaying dick onto my lips. Gripping his sweaty balls I took some
control and with a sigh managed to get the cock head into my mouth.
Desperate to wash it clean of the dirt and the smells of his crotch I
bobbed my head up and down on his pole, the swaying and humping of his body
made staying steady on my knee's hard, the dirt of the floor scraped into
my skin as every thrust pushed my along the floor a little.

"Get it wet you lil' bitch. Look at ya', you like my taste, you like my

The squelching sound grew louder as I pounded his cock head against my
throat and my spit slathered the shaft. I knew he was gonna try to fuck me
so I thought I'd suck him to orgasm so he'd lose his urge. I like sucking
cock, I liked his cock to be truthful but I liked it on my terms, not the
terms as laid down by some drunk bloke who'd pissed his pants and thrown up
on himself.

With a hard tug of my hair my mouth lifted up off his shaft, spit coated it
slapped against my chin.

"Nah, mate. I'm fuckin' that cunt a' yours"

His hand pushed under my arm and lifted me to a standing position, if he
noticed my stiffening cock as it swung in the air he didn't say anything.
Clumsily pulling his track pants down to the floor he looked at me with a
glass eyed expression.

"Bend over, show us' ya' ass"

Bending forward I stuck my ass out towards him. The lewdness of this
position has always turned me on so I wasn't too surprised when my cock
grew thicker and harder until I had myself a full erection.

Making no effort to touch me his hoarse voice filled the air.

"Show us ya' cunt"

Reaching back I gripped my ass and pulled the ass cheeks apart.

"Ho yeah, look a' lil' hole, ya' wan' it don' ha. Fuckin' hairy lil' cunt"

I knew my ass was clean but after a night of work it'd be sweaty but I
didn't care, fact was I wish I could of grossed him out a little, show him
that it wasn't a 'cunt' he was fucking but another guys asshole.

I had to hold myself steady as he began to push his rock hard cock head
into my ass crack, time and again he missed, pulling my cheeks further
apart I hoped he'd just get it in there. Pushing my ass closer to his body
I could feel his frustration as he tried without success to hit my bud with
his dick.

Suddenly with a slurred curse I felt his bunched up fingers ram onto my ass
hole, the tips digging slightly into my hole a shock of pain shot through
me as he spread his fingers in an attempt to open me up for his cock. Not
knowing if it worked I gripped hard and painfully onto my knee's when my
hole seemed to burst into flame as his thrusting shaft slid through my ring
and traveled violently into my ass.

Gripping hard against my shoulders he pulled my body onto his cock, my
whole ass filled with the hot hard cock, with a thrust and a groan I felt
his large wet balls slapping against my ass cheeks. Despite everything he
got a drunken clumsy rhythm going so before I knew it I couldn't help but
let out small, throaty grunts as he rammed the breath out of me.

Pushing my ass back to meet his cock I started to pump wildly as my own
stiff, sweat dripping from my brow and the smell of ass and drunkenness
filling the room. My head felt fuzzy and warm as his cock started to
expand, getting close to the end.

"fuck, fuck', fuck" the drunk grunted as he rode into my body.

"Gonna blow"

With two more thrusts and a stinging grip on my shoulder he let out a fart
and his hot cum shot deep into my body as his brow sweat dropped onto my
back and ran in rivers down into my ass crack. As I felt his softening
cock being pulled from my hole I took my hand off my rock hard erection and
turned to face him.

He was tucking his dick back into his pants and wiping his sweaty brow on
his shirt, averting my eyes he gave me a quick affectionate squeeze on the
ass before shuffling to the door and disappearing.

Reaching around to my ass it felt sensitive and raw, some of his cum was
oozing out and I gently rubbed it against my hole to soothe the burning. I
was gonna keep jerking off but I didn't know how I felt. Turned on or not?

I walked back into the change room, quickly got dressed and left by the
side entrance of the centre.


An Interesting Sleepover by Pete

An Interesting Sleep Over
by Pete (address withheld)


A last minute decision by my buddy's friend to
accompany us on a trip turns out to be my first gay
encounter. (MM, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal, alcohol)


We had spent several weeks planning a trip to Las
Vegas, it was to be myself, 4 male friends and my buddy
and his wife. I chose to get my own room having no one
else accompanying me and as the other guys were long
time friends and usually shared rooms when they

2 days before the trip my buddy Dave, who was
organizing the trip told me there would be one more and
asked if I wanted to cut my room costs and go half with
his friend from work. I agreed and figured it would
free up more money for gambling.

We all got into Vegas at various times and Dave's buddy
Bobby was supposed to arrive sometime after 1 a.m., so
I left his name at the desk with permission to assign
him a key upon arrival.

Our first night was full of eating, gambling and a lot
of drinking. By midnight I was quite drunk and headed
back to my room. I immediately passed out in the large
comfortable bed to the sound of the air conditioning
humming away.

At some point during the night Bobby checked in and
came up to the room. I never heard him come into the
room, but as I lay on my side I recalled a warm,
gentle, caressing sensation on my back. It was just
enough to stir me, but not enough to actually wake me.
I was content to lay still and enjoy the sensation as
if it were just a dream. As moments passed the gentle
caresses moved lower down my back and I could sense
another's presence lying behind me. I was just so deep
in relaxation from the travel and alcohol that I didn't
want to move.

As I continued to lay still I felt the warmth of a hand
slide under the top of my boxers and descend down
across my bottom. I slowly began to awaken further, but
had not yet put the pieces together as to what was
occurring. As the warm, smooth hand cupped and caressed
my buttocks I allowed myself to relax further. Within
moments I could hear someone's breathing deepening
behind me and feel warm, moist breath upon my back.

While I savored the gentle, warmth of the exhaled
breath upon my shoulders I became aware of a finger
slowly sliding between my buttocks. The feeling was
exhilarating and I fought to control my breathing and
remain still for fear of frightening whoever was
touching me like this and have it end.

I felt my buttocks being more firmly grasped as my
bottom was being parted to make way for that fantastic
finger now searching for my hole. It was like a gentle
current of electricity spread through my body as the
finger found its' mark and slowly circled around my

It was all I could do to stay still and pretend to be
asleep while a slow continuous pressure was exerted
upon my tight, sensitive hole. I began feel the sheets
being lifted and the careful tugging of my boxers down
across my bottom. It was at this point that I could no
longer contain myself and very slowly raised my hips
and began to assist in the removal of my boxers. My
breathing became more rapid and my heart raced. I was
becoming more aware of my surroundings and the ultimate
deduction that it was in fact Bobby sexually arousing
me in the dead of the night.

Neither of us spoke as I slipped off my boxers and
reached down with my right hand to part my bottom
further for him. He responded with quickened breathing
and began to kiss my back as his finger continued to
press harder against my tight, little hole. Bobby began
to lower his head and his kisses worked down my back
and over my bottom.

I took my hand away and allowed Bobby to roll me over
onto my stomach. I buried my face into the pillow as he
spread my bottom wide open with both hands and plunged
his tongue into my bottom.

I could not believe this was happening. I could not
believe that I was doing this with another guy, but it
felt so good I was paralyzed by pleasure. Bobby's hands
gripped my bottom firmly and began to frantically pull
my ass as wide open as possible to expose my hole to
his hot, wet tongue.

I moaned as his tongue found its' way inside me. I had
never experienced anything like this before and it was
incredible. His tongue probed deeper, I got so caught
up in the moment I realized that I now had my back
arched up into his face and was excitedly spreading my
own ass wider to allow him deeper into me.

My ass was soaked with his saliva and my cock was rock
hard......then it happened! I remember hearing the
words, "Please fuck me, I want to feel your cock inside
me!" It sounded like it was it came from someone else,
but I realized that it was me begging for my first
cock. "Oh fuck, please, please fuck my ass!" I pleaded.

"Do you have any condoms and lube?" he whispered. "I
don't!" I whispered back. "Do you still want to fuck?"
he asked. "Yes! Just be careful." I replied. I still
don't know what that meant, but my animal lust was too
far gone to make me hesitate now.

As Bobby began to slowly lick his way up my back I
could feel his rock hard cock graze my bottom. "It's
big." he whispered to me. "And you're tight, is this
your first time?" he asked me. "Yes! Just fuck me,
pleeeaassee, fuck me now!" I moaned. As he pressed his
hips against my bottom I felt his massive cock slide
between my buttocks. "Oh my God!" I thought he is

I arched my back further and Bobby pushed a pillow
under my hips to raise my ass further. I held my breath
as his enormous, rock hard cock began its' search for
my wanting hole. He slid it back and forth across my
quivering hole and I spread my legs further continuing
to pull my bottom as wide open as possible.

A searing pain shot through my bottom as his cock found
its' mark and began trying to force its' way inside me.
I let out a whine and immediately heard him say, "We
need more lube!" Bobby dismounted my backside and
climbed further up the bed, kneeling next to me. I
turned my head to face him and I knew what he wanted me
to do; it was what I needed to do.

I reached out and took his cock in my hand as he leaned
into my face. I felt terrified, dirty and guilt ridden
as I slowly guided this stranger's cock towards my
mouth. I could smell his heavy musky scent and the
light aroma of my own bottom. My lips parts
automatically as my mouth opened to receive him. It was
almost as if I had done this before, "Oh my God, I'm
gay!" I thought.

The thought was not enough to stop me from greedily
taking the massive head of his cock into my mouth. I
felt right; it was kinky, obscene, sinful and somehow
natural. Bobby gently took the back of my head with his
left hand and began to feed me more of his cock. Within
seconds I was gagging from this overabundance of man
meat. Bobby slowly began to fuck my mouth and I fought
to relax and catch my breath.

Within minutes my mouth was producing a nice thick,
slippery saliva all over Bobby's huge tool. "That
should work." he whispered as he withdrew his cock from
my mouth.

It was time and I wanted to feel another man inside me
in the worst way. Bobby licked my backside to further
loosen me up and rolled me onto my right side. His cock
slowly slid between my buttocks and I instinctively
reached down with my left hand to pull my ass apart to

His throbbing cock began to press harder and harder
against my resistant little hole. Suddenly, my
resistance gave way and his massive tool began very
slowly forcing its' way inside me. I bit into the
sheets and shrieked through clenched teeth as his
violation of my body began. The pain was sharp and
searing, but I wanted to know what it was like to be
fucked by another man, his cock sliding in and out of
me. Bobby's big cock continued its' slow advance inside

Just when I thought I couldn't take the pain anymore,
the giant, bulbous head to his cock crowned inside me.
I screamed through my clenched teeth into the now wet
sheet in my mouth. My hole resistance was broken as the
thick head of his cock slid deeper inside me. My ass
felt full as his shaft began to glide past my hole and
begin exploring uncharted areas.

I remember thinking, "So this is what it is like, why
does it have to hurt so bad at first?" "Am I going to
hell for letting another man stick his penis inside
me?" "Will I become addicted to cock?" "Should I trust
him to not cum inside me?"

Bobby's cock was long and thick and seemed to be
sliding into me forever. That massive, bulbous head was
going deeper and deeper inside me, until I was
overwhelmed by a deep, dull pain that made my whole
midsection ache. I spit the soaking sheet corner from
my mouth and screamed out in what can only be called a
cry of agony/ecstasy. It hurt so good, my bottom was so
full, the pain so deep, the experience so incredible.
Bobby had gone as deep as my body would allow, but yet
he held me down and ground his hips harder against my
bottom, pressing every last inch of himself into me!
His nest of pubic hair felt like sandpaper against my
soft bottom, his cock was like steel.

He was locked into that animalistic place men go when
they will spread their seed at any cost of pain to
their mate/lover. Our act of sex became an act
bordering on violence, almost a act of rape. Bobby used
his greater size and strength to put every last inch of
himself as deep as possible inside me over the groaning
guttural noises of protest from me.

I could barely make out the large silhouette looming
over me, but I could sense the feeling of rage as I
fought him. My pain seemed to excite him further as his
aggression built into all out rage, fucking my bottom
harder and harder the sound of flesh slapping echoed
through the room. Bobby's grunts became antagonistic
chants of, "You fucking bitch! Take all that cock
bitch! I own your ass bitch!"

I can't tell you exactly what I was experiencing, but
it felt as though my bowels were going to release
themselves all over the bed, I was full and needed to
be empty. By now his cock now slide effortlessly in and
out of my battered hole. The pain in my belly was dull
and harsh, but his grip was firm and relentless. With
one final incredibly forceful thrust Bobby's cock drove
so deep inside me I let out an agonized scream that was
almost drowned out by his primal bellow as his cock
exploded inside me.

I was incapable of moving from Bobby's tight grasp and
watched his silhouette as he drained himself deep
inside me. My pain lessened and I reached out to his
shaking form as he shook and quivered releasing every
last ounce of his cum in my no longer virgin bottom.

Spastic convulsions rocked his body as I tried to
tighten my internal ass muscles around his convulsing
meat. I worked in vain to use my battered ass muscles
to 'milk' every bit of goodness from him. "How did I
know how to do such things? How did I instinctively
understand how to take everything from him? Why was I
such a greedy little whore?" I thought to myself.

Bobby took another 45 seconds or so to completely empty
every last single, little sperm into my broken ass.

Bobby collapsed on top of me and lay there moaning as I
used my muscles to try to hold his cock inside me. My
ass was so battered and he was quickly becoming
flaccid. Within minutes I felt his cock slide out of my
hole. My hole was stretched open and I had no control
of it anymore. I began to fear that it might always
stay loose and open. My biggest concern was having all
that wonderful cum drain out from me. I wanted
desperately to keep every drop of his seed deep inside
me for as long as possible.

I began having weird thoughts about how I would like to
be able to go back down to the casino or walk around
out in public with my secret buried deep inside me. My
secret of having committed a lustful act with another
man. Of letting a complete stranger use me for his own
pleasure and enjoying every minute of it.

I lay awake all night as Bobby slept enjoying the glow
that accompanies having been fucked and filled with
another man's cum! And the knowledge that that dirty
little secret is absorbed deep inside me where it