Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Don't Ask Don't Tell - a Gay Army Orgy Sex Story


From Outpersonals




The Army is a hot spot for gay sex. Not many people would think so since there's a don't ask don't tell policy but it's true. There are more gay couples there than probably anywhere. It's just like an all girls school where most girls are in lesbian relationships. If only for awhile. This is where I came of age.

I was always into girls. I was a very good looking, muscular guy. If there was a prettty girl, I perfected the whistle. Joining the Army was in retrospect, culture shock. There were very few girls and most of them were not interested or interesting. They were borderline lesbian in action. But the guys never were.

One day in the shower stall. I got a peek at the Army's other side. It was a rough set of drills that made us filthy with mud, and sweat. We were outside for hours getting in shape. As the practice ended we headed to the shower and we bragged about our cock sizes. John came in. Everyone suddenly kept quiet as he took of his clothes.

"Wow" Tim said "That's the cock of I want to have"

Suddenly, Tony flicked his cock out and shook it hard. "Well, why not have this one" he said. Then taking a towel and snapping Tim.

John was partly embarrassed by it all and just walked to the shower letting the water roll the dirt from his skin.

"It's not easy having such a big one" I said

To my surprise, he took my head and pulled it to his cock.

"Suck it newbie" he said.

I was on my knees sucking his massive member. The water falling over my face as I tried to take it all in made it hard to breath but turned me on at the same time. My cock was rock hard. Other guys came in and gathered around with the hard cocks out. They were jerking themselves.

John tilted his head back and said "I'm gonna cum"

He shot his load down my throat. It was my second time tasting cum, a gel like substance with a taste undescribable. Tony was next in line and sucked him too.

"Lick my balls and underneath" he said.

I licked them like a dog meeting a new best friend. And I could see them getting tighter and tight. "Take my load" he said spewing his load down my throat. I could feel each thrust of cum as it shot against in the inside of my mouth.

Another one I thought. I could feel a hand on my ass and it was John who got down on his knees. He moistened my asshole with his fingers and rimmed my ass before plowing it in. Al, Bill and Andy were standing around as I took turns sucking them and getting fucked at the same time. I was in sync with John's fucking and my sucking of Al. John was jerking my cock off at the same time. Faster and faster he fucked and jerked me and the faster I sucked Al. We came at the same time. Bill and Andy both shot their loads over my face.

When it was all done, we headed back to the barracks and slept tilll late in the night. It was the best day we ever had.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Piss Boy In Training – A Gay Fetish Sex Story

Piss Boy In Training – A Gay Fetish Sex Story





by Farmboy (coreyzhot@yahoo.com)


***


Training as a piss boy is hard but the rewards are

golden. (MM, ws)


***


We had just enjoyed an hour of lovemaking, his young,

cut cock was delicious to lick and suck and I tongued

his sweet balls, licked his belly and sucked the

nipples on his breasts and slowly worked my way up to

his lips and we joined with our tongues entwined and I

felt we a were one. He rolled me over and sucked at my

cock and licked his way to my pussy hole and rimmed me,

flicking his tongue in and out, making me arch up

against him and moan, and begging for his manhood

inside my boy-hole.


I licked at his cock, slurping it nice and wet for him

and lay back, raising my legs up and spread them wide,

presenting my love-hole for him. He knelt between my

legs and slowly slipped inside, my body open and ready

for his lovemaking.


I whimpered softly as he slowly sank into me, until he

was there, bottomed out, he balls against my ass, my

own cock rigid and oozing pre-cum between our bodies as

we pressed together. He lay his hands on my breasts and

began to slide in and out, each time bringing his cock

almost out with just the head inside me and then he

would fall back into me with all his body weight. I

would grunt and whimper and moan as he kept at it for

more than a half hour, somehow holding back his juices

from me, making ask for more cock for him to fill my

ass with his man-juices.


As he began to pick up speed and rammed his cock hard

into me, grinding it from side to side as he rode me

like a stallion, my own cock quivered and shot cum all

over the both of us. He laughed at that and took his

hand and wiped some of it off his chest and put it to

my mouth to suck off… I was in love.


Soon my whole being went to some other world as he

cried out and pushing into me as far as he could, he

lasted his cum down into me and I could feel the heat

of it throughout my body.


He lay there on my chest, his cock still deep inside my

now cum filled pussy-hole, my legs now wrapped around

his waist and told me he had another treat for me. And

smiled.


I looked at hi a bit funny because of the taunting way

he said it and then suddenly felt a gushing heat

explode in my ass and realized he was pissing into me.

I was shocked and tried to shake him off but he easily

held me down as the flooding continued. I would have

thought he had pissed a gallon into me. “Relax, baby, I

know that it’s your first time with this, but it will

not be the last. You need to take everything I have to

give you, baby,” he said as he leaned down and kissed

me deeply.


I sighed and relaxed. I was his to use, it was just so

unexpected. My bowels felt like they were going to

burst, but his cock was still hard and had my ass

plugged tight. We lay there for 15 more minutes before

he let me up, the piss and cum running down my legs as

I ran for the bathroom, while he laughed.


We washed up and had a pizza and a few beers and just

enjoyed the evening. It was later that he told me to

kneel before him and he spread his legs and pulled his

semi-hard cock out of his shorts. I was happy because I

was ready for some good cock-sucking, but when he put

his cock into my mouth, he held me by the back of my

head and quietly said, “I need to piss again, open up

and suck it down, bitch.” Before I could move, hot

streams of piss flooded my mouth and as I struggled

against the volume hitting the back of my throat, he

lunged against me, yanking my head to his belly and

buried it to his balls. The piss just went straight

down my throat and while it was hot and gushing, I

managed to take it.


When he was done pissing, he told me to suck him off as

a treat for being a good piss drinker. The whole thing

with the piss had him hard and hot and it was an easy

cock-sucking session. He came fast and hard and I had

what I loved best, a belly full of his sweet cum-

juices.


A week later we a were at a party and he told the 5

others there, both the tops and the submissives like me

that no one should take a leak in the bathroom, but

that I was there to be their piss bowl. He had me kneel

in front of him and slid his cock down my throat and

unloaded while all the others watched.


When he pulled out, another of the tops came over and

told me to open up and take it down, I did as I was

told and sucked it in as he dumped his bladder load. It

was hard to keep from splashing any out and I ended up

with wet piss down my chin and shirt, even to my pants,

as though I had peed on myself.


The other subs did what they were told and while they

were a lot gentler, I probably drank down 15 loads of

piss before the night was done. When my own bladder was

bursting, I begged to go to the bathroom, and they all

came in and laid me in the tub and still in my clothes,

made me piss in my pants. Several of them pulled out

their cocks and pissed all over me, in the face and

hair and my love stood to the side smiling.


Finally he let me shower and they threw out my clothes.

I was laid over the bathroom counter and ass fucked

while they watched and then he pulled out and invited

anyone else who wanted to fuck me to have a go at it. I

happy to say that I enjoyed being ass-fucked by the

other tops. I could tell the other subs were not too

thrilled about their cum shots ending up in my ass, but

I was smiling. When that was over and I had cum running

down my legs he slid his cock back into my ass and

pissed into me again. Two others followed suit and it

was back to the shower


When I came out this time he led me naked into the

living room and told everyone that I was being trained

as a piss-boy. He had me kneel on all fours in the

middle of the room and took the piss soaked belt from

my pants and brought it whipping across my ass some ten

times, so that I was raw with the bleeding welts it

made and then stopped. I fell to the floor weeping.


He told me I had a choice, either take my new role as a

piss hole or get up and walk out and away for good. I

crawled to him and begged him to keep me. Later that

night in our bed he was loving and gentle, ” I am so

sorry about tonight but to be a real piss-boy you

needed to be publicly broken to it and you passed with

flying colors,” he said as he brought his sweet lips to

mine.


I have become so addicted to pee drinking that if he is

gone for a day or so, I have gone to the bathroom in a

nearby gay bar and begged for piss to drink. I even

drink my own piss if no other is available.


We had one bi-couple visit and I even got to clamp onto

her cunt-lips and suck down hers while he was filling

my ass with his, while my love watched and was so proud

of me. Fetish? I guess it is, addicted? I know I am.


END

Playmakers: Bi Man Out -a Gay Football Player Sex Story

Playmakers: Bi Man Out -a Gay Football Player Sex Story





by The Fan (legrosmatoux@msn.com)


***


Thad is a pro football player wth seemingly the perfect

life. The only problem? He has bi-sexual desires that

he has struggled with all his life. Can a nice girl

named August save him from himself, and the world? (MF,

MM-bi, rom)


***


His name was Thad Guerwitcz. He was an offensive

lineman for the Couguars,one of the best football teams

out there. He was one of the best players on the team.


A big, bulky man with darkish blond hair. He was a

roughneck. He was also a man with a struggle. A

struggle that consumed him. It was something with which

he struggled most of his life. He tried to get rid of

it. But he simply could not. No one could change their

nature.


Ever since Thad Guerwitcz was little, he knew he was

different. He fought it.


He decided to play sports and he did. He tried harder

than anyone else at football. In high school, he made

quarterback. He was a shy guy but he was decent and he

tried to toughen himself up. He went out with some

girls in order to fit in as normal. He didnt even

want to think about what happened. What he was. He

didn’t want people to find out. Thad Guerwitcz had a

nasty little secret inside his closet.


On the Kinsey scale, he was a Five. Bisexual at the

very least. He tried to hide it by dating girls but no

one arose his desire. He thought that if he played

sports and had a successful life, he would be all set.

He was so glad the day he made it into one of the NFL’s

most coveted football teams. He was gonna play on the

same team as his heroes.


He made friends with the guys. Demetrius “DH” was one

of his buddies. DH was a cool black dude. Thad’s only

problem with him was that he did drugs. Well, to each

his own. Once, Thad helped him get ready for a big

game. DH was fresh out of his favorite substance. Thad

went to the dealer in his stead and got it for him.

Thad was ashamed but he wasn’t going to let down a co-

worker. He hung out with the team’s best guys.


Leon, another black dude, the one with the domestic

problems. Derek McConnell the womanizing blond guy and

Eric Olczyk, the cool bald headed dude. There was also

one of Thad’s best pals and his favorite team member,

the chubb-man himself, Kelvin ‘Buffalo’ James. He hung

out with them, going to clubs and stuff. That’s how he

met August.


Oh, August. She was a nice brunette he met. She was so

beautiful. For once, he felt attracted to her both

emotionally and physically. She was the answer to his

prayers. He thanked God that the Lord sent him this

woman. He loved August. She was so cute and funny.

Unlike the rest of the team, Thad had been actively

looking for a woman. A good one to marry and settle

down with.


He did not want the life of a womanizer and certainly

not that of a fruitcake. So he saw August for a few

months. He could never get tired of her. She was warm

and nice and understanding, not at all like the bitches

he heard the guys complain about. Leon complained about

his nagging wife. Derek was always trying to fuck

whatever walked by as long as it had breasts. DH was

the P.I.M.P. par excellence.


Thad thought he had it all figured out. He would play

football and lead a decent life. He would make his poor

Eastern european parents proud. He was already the

pride of his hometown of Chicago just by being on the

single greatest team on the NFL. He wanted the life and

for the first time in his life, he felt okay. But it

would not last. One of his worst nightmares and

greatest fears was about to come true.


David returned. David was this guy Thad met in college.

He was so young and vulnerable in those days. He was

fresh from high school, a naive young man still trying

to come to terms with his bisexuality. He had vowed

never to reveal it to anyone and to only be with women

and lead as normal a life as possible. David changed

all that. He was cool. He had loads of friends. He

wanted to be friends with Thad. Thad was naive enough

to think David wanted to be his friend. Once, David got

him drunk and…..well, the rest is history.


Thad had been horrified at what he’d done. He requested

a transfer immediately. He even contemplated suicide.

If it hadn’t been for his friend Alicia and his dream

of one day being in the NFL, he would have jumped off a

cliff. He got as far away from David as possible. But

the annoying little creep kept coming back, trying to

blackmail Thad and calling him awful names. God, why

couldnt he just leave Thad alone?


So for awhile, Thad put up with it. He joined the

Couguars. He made the team. He was fortunate enough to

meet August, the most special woman ever. He’d been in

love once in his life, and that was with Alice, the

girl who understood him. Alice encouraged Thad to come

out but Thad thought that was a bad idea. He decided

never to act on his not-so-straight urges anymore.


David just thought he was a Tragic Closet Jock. He came

back and threatened to expose Thad. He even alerted the

local papers. The whole team was under scrutiny as it

was suspected that one of them was not straight. Thad

kept his cool even though he endured some cold sweat.


David sent pictures he had taken of Thad long ago when

he practically raped the young athlete in college. The

pictures went to Coach. The team found out. Thad denied

it. Had he been sober and conscious, he never would

have allowed this to happen to him. But the other guys

weren’t so understanding. They called him awful names.

They bullied him. They made his life miserable.


Thad wasn’t a quitter. He was a nice man trying to do

the right thing. He wanted to lead his life the way he

wanted it. Had he been a woman he could have said David

raped him, but male victims of rape were often

ridiculed by other guys while women went to support

groups. He wanted to have his life back. He asked

August to marry him. Oh, God. The look on her face. She

was so happy that he asked. So happy.


“I love you Thad,” she said. She threw herself into his

arms.


Overcome with emotion, Thad hugged her back. He loved

this woman! She was so great ! He just wished he wasn’t

so screwed up. He promised himself he’d treat her like

a goddess. His beautiful goddess who loved him and was

the only one who could save him from himself.


Things were tolerable, until a phone call ruined it. A

team member called August and told the facts to August.

The look of pain in her face melted Thad’s heart. Oh,

God. He told her it wasn’t true. She wanted to believe

him. In fact, she did.


He went back to the team. They were still treating him

like an outsider. For God’s sakes, he was one of them!

He liked those guys like they were family. They treated

him badly because he was different. He didn’t want to

be, damn it. How could anyone choose to be, like that?

Unless you were a woman with a lot of frustration with

men? David threatened to leak the story to the press.

Coach had to make a decision. Either he would keep Thad

and risk embarassing the whole team or put him on

injured reserve and hopefully trade him next season.


Thad refused to be traded. The other guys mercilessly

beat him up. He went on the field and played better

than he had before. He was like a whirlwind out there.

He took down the other team, cutting them down with all

the hatred and animosity he could muster. He felt so

angry, at the world, at God for making him this way and

at himself for being so weak!


The media were awed by Thad “Superman” Guerwitcz. He

was perhaps the best player on the team. Better than

the ever-whining Leon. Or even macho man DH. After the

game in the locker room, coach decided that Thad

Guerwitcz would be traded. He would go to play on

another team for a better salary.


Thad was pleased. He looked at his former teammates. He

told them what he thought of them. He told them his

secret. He told them he wasnt scared anymore. Then the

owner of the Team showed him a video of himself buying

up booze to help that treacherous DH. Thad shuddered.

He was losing. He would not be going to Chicago. He

would not be transferred. His career was over, unless

there was a miracle. He walked out of there, his head

hung low.


He went home. While driving, he saw a car accident. The

driver was a tall, slim young man with dark hair. Thad

recognized him immediately. It was David. He was dead.

Apparently he had been following Thad. Probably to try

to blackmail him some more. Thad would have smiled at

the irony, if he could laugh at anything right now. The

whole team knew he was bisexual. The fact that he only

wanted women as partners in spite of it all meant

nothing to them. He was just a freak.


Coach made the guys promise they would keep the secret

or lose their jobs. The man was serious. He shook

Thad’s hand as the young athlete walked out of the

locker room. His thoughts were on August.


When he went to her home, he got a surprise. It was

August. She just stood there, looking all beautiful.

Her long dark hair was hung in a ponytail. She wore a

cute pink dress. He loved the way she looked. So

gorgeous. God, he wished he could have her. He just

wanted to hold her and kiss her and be with her

forever. But that was not to be. How could anyone want

him? His buddies had abandoned him. He was an out-of-

work athlete. “Hello, Thad,” she said.


“Hello, August.” He sat her down. He took a deep breath

before he told her.


“You better hold on for this,” he said.


He sat down and poured his heart out to her. He told

her everything. Everything. His first love, Samantha.

Alicia, the first girl he ever made love to. David, the

bitter fruitcake who raped, blackmailed and ruined him.

He spoke of his high school days and his friends and

family. He told her of his loneliness. How once he

wanted to kill himself. His dream of someday having a

wife and children, though this was clearly not to be.

And finally how he felt when he met her. The second

time he ever felt emotional or sexual desire for a

female…


August sat through all this, listening to him talk. She

didn’t say anything. Then she was angry. “Get the hell

away from me, you… you freak!” she said.


Thad flinched. He understood. He was not worthy of her.

He was a tragically flawed man. Right down to the

genes. He had no matter of luck at all. But he couldn’t

hide any more. He was bi-sexual. He felt okay. He had

admitted it to himself mere hours ago. He wanted a

woman who would love and accept him as he was but that

was just wishful thinking. He thought about the

bitterness of the world. When a woman was bi, she was

popular and trendy. A man was seen as a freak. Unfair.

Whoever said that life was fair? he got up.


“August, for what its worth, I love you. I wish I could

be normal, really I do. But that can never be. I’m

sorry I hurt you.” with that, he left.


Three months later…


Thad had left the Chicago area. He went to New Jersey.

He stayed there with his aunt Selene. he got a job

fixing cars. He was a gifted mechanic. Machines were

simple, unlike life…..or people. He kept to himself.

He did a lot of soul-searching, reading interesting

books and trying to understand himself.


His aunt Selene was a great help. She was the only

member of his family who knew the truth about him. It

was a secret she guarded fiercely. He told her

everything that happened. Falling for August. The

return and death of David. The outing to the team and

how they practically killed him. Basically Thad had no

idea what life had in store for him. He had never met a

man he really desired. he fantasized about guys but

most of the time, he yearned for a woman. No woman

could accept his dual attraction. Bisexuals often said

they enjoyed both worlds. This was a load of bullshit.

Thad wasn’t getting any and was feeling pretty lonely

right now.


He stood in the driveway, trying to change the oil in

aunt Selene’s BMW. It was a gift from him to her, back

when he was a football player who made $340,000 after

taxes. Now, he had nothing. He did not want anything to

do with his old life. So many mistakes and

disappoinments. He stood there, thinking. Invariably

his thoughts went back to August. He still thought

about her often.


He missed her smile. He missed holding her into his

arms. His heart ached when he thought of her, and he

remembered the sad and angry look on her face as she

basically kicked him out. He suddenly felt a presence.

He rose his head from what he was doing, and gasped. He

froze. It was her. She’d come all the way from the

windy city to NJ.


August. She was standing there. She had changed a lot

since he’d last seen her. Her long dark hair was cut

short. It was spiky on top. She wore a white shirt over

blue jeans and boots. ” Hello, Thad.” she said. Thad

looked at her.


“Hello, August.”


They looked at each other. There was pain in her eyes.

A bit.


“How have you been?” she asked.


He told her he was okay. They made small talk. He

decided to cut to the chase.


“Why are you here, Aggie?” he asked.


At the mention of the word “Aggie,” August flinched.

This was the little name she adored. The one only Thad

called her, back when they were…together. He saw how

emotional she’d gotten and impulsively he hugged her.


“Oh, Aggie, I missed you,” he said.


She hugged him back. “I missed you too, Thad.”


Thad held her. Right then and there he knew. No matter

how many boys and girls there were in this world, he

would never love anyone as much as he loved August.

Even though he was bi, even now. August looked up into

his eyes. She just looked at him.


“Thad,” she said.


He looked at her. “What?”


“Tell me you love me!”


He was surprised by her request. “I love you, Aggie.”


He felt something in him rise when his arm touched her

bare skin. His pulse quickened. August looked into his

eyes. She understood. He took her by the hand and led

her into the house. His aunt was gone. He took her to

the living room and she grabbed him and kissed him. He

was a bit surprised and she was so passionate! She was

naked in the blink of an eye, and she was kissing his

neck and then his chest.


Her hand found his erect member and any thought he

might have had of stopping her vanished. August took

him in her mouth, sucking his big cock. Thad closed his

eyes and enjoyed what she was doing to him. God, she

was good! He opened his eyes, fascinated by what he

saw. A very beautiful girl, sucking his member and

pleasuring him! If his old teammates could see him

now… he felt a rush in his loins.


“Aggie… I’m gonna c-cummmm!”


August rose her head. “So cum,” she said.


She sucked his cock and swallowed him as his cock spat

out jets of cum.


August drank it all, not missing a single drop.


“Oh, God.” he said. “That was….wow.”


August smiled. “Hon, you aint seen nothing yet.”


She came and knelt so that his face was buried between

her legs and she sucked his cock. They did a 69. Then

she straddled him. She put her hands on his knees for

support and began bouncing up and down on his erect

member. He was lovin it.


He thrust hard and deep into her, fucking her tight

pussy. He lay her on her back, and took her like that,

hammering her pussy. August was moaning in pleasure and

caressing her boobies as Thad fucked her like a pro.

Finally, he came in long spurts inside her. They

screamed as their bodies orgasmed, sending simultaneous

waves of pleasure through them.


They lay down, entwined in love. Thad kissed August on

the forehead. He went to sleep. August looked at the

sleeping man, and smiled. The aphrodisiac she bought

from that dude at the oriental market sure did work.

Thad was fast asleep, after giving her a good fucking.


She smiled, content with what she had done and looking

forward to her new life with her lover.


The End


Preferring To Go Straight - Gay Who Prefers Straight Men

Preferring To Go Straight
A gay guy prefers straight men




by Kewtieboy (kewtieboy@hotmail.com)


***


Not quite what the title suggests. This is about a

young gay guy who craves sex with absolutely straight

men and this story covers four of his encounters. (MM,

nc, 1st-gay-expr, mast, oral, anal, alcohol)


***


I’m sure any straight guys (and girls for that matter)

who read this story will be disgusted at me for my

deception. I am a confused creature as I really like

straight guys. Now I mean straight guys, not bisexual,

but really straight. This had led me to a few near

misses as straight guys have a tendency to fancy women

not other men.


I know this sounds odd but they do. I have had to be

very devious to get my wicked way since I have no urge

to rape anyone and certainly not the strength to do it

even if I had the urge. At 25, blonde haired and

slightly built with a slim figure, I am not built for

taking on the kind of guy that sexually appeals to me.


I haven’t been all that successful but the few

successes have been pure heaven so I thought some

people out there might be interested in them.


1. When United won the cup:


I can’t stand soccer but I love football fans. Groups

of guys in heat over a subject as all consuming as

football, drinking into the small hours while getting

themselves excited over anything in a skirt, appeals to

me. The trouble is, I may not be very effeminate, but I

don’t some across as a full blooded heterosexual

football thug. Hanging around in the bars they do,

makes me stand out. However I broke my own guidelines

one day after the FA cup final.


It was around 8.30pm on a Saturday night and the pubs

were really busy. I was heading home for an early night

having had a late lunch with enough wine to lower my

guard. Walking towards me was a group of six guys, all

wearing football tops and jeans. They would be in their

late teens to early twenties and they were very drunk.


Three were particularly attractive and one really stood

out. He was lean, short cropped hair which was a

bristle coating of redness as the short fuzz was

growing back in. He was weaving and laughing and as he

drew next to me he smiled, wandered across and shouted

at the top of his voice, the news I knew guessed from

their exuberance, that “United had won the cup.”


I smiled back and mumbled something like, “Yeh, great

news,” to which he held both sides of my face, kissed

me on both cheeks and then the lips and wandered back

to his laughing mates.


“Come and join us,” he shouted as they meandered up the

street.


I turned, as I tasted the trace of saliva left on my

lips and the slight beery flavour, thought for about

two seconds and then followed. They didn’t see me but

within about 3 or 4 minutes, they had entered a pub and

I followed. The pub was really busy and all the talk

was football. The atmosphere wasn’t threatening in any

way, more of a childish excitement. I bought a beer and

stood watching the guys I had followed. They were

drinking at a rate that left me agog. When my “target”

went to the toilet, I followed and stood alongside him.

He held himself upright by pressing his head against

the wall while using both hands to hold his cock as he

squirted into the urinal. His cock was normal size, and

uncut but was enough to make my own cock rise and I had

to cover it quickly lest he see.


He did look up and along at me and nodded a bleary

“Hiya.” Then he looked again and said, “It’s you again,

who are you with?”


I told him I had just popped in for a celebratory drink

and he insisted I join his little group. By the time he

dragged me back out, his group had diminished to three.

The other three had spotted some girls across the bar

and were pestering them with offers of drink which

seemed to appeal to them.


“I’m Josh, and this is Mike and Sam,” he slurred.


“Good to meet you, I’m Ryan,” I said and gave as firm a

handshake as I could muster.


Mike and Sam were as interested in my company as a

visit from an old aunt and they quickly went back to

monitoring their friend’s success (or lack of it) with

the female fans across the bar. Only Josh showed a real

warmth and friendliness as he asked me about my

favourite players and what part of the game had

impressed me most. Thankfully, he answered most of his

own questions so didn’t notice that I had absolutely no

knowledge of football at all. I could have listed all

Lisa Minelli’s hits if he had asked but somehow I

didn’t think he would be interested.


His friends, by now, had become involved in a heated

discussion about the rights and wrongs of the match

which gave me time to look at my little beauty

unhindered. He stood about 5 feet 8 inches high, he had

delicious red to sandy hair which was trimmed short to

be almost stubble. He was slim but had a well defined

body and he stood with his football top and faded

jeans. His face had a few freckles around the nose,

just spreading on to his cheeks and his bum was

delightfully well shaped, like two little buns. He

looked to be around 19.


“…and I’ll need to go soon anyway as I’m running

short of cash and I am kind of pissed.”


I drifted back into the conversation. Josh was speaking

to me and I had been so involved in sizing him up I had

only caught this tail end.


“I have some beers and cider back at the flat, but not

enough for six people,” I heard myself say.


“Who gives a fuck about them,” he said laughing. “Let’s

piss off while they’re busy as I’m always up for a free

drink.”


We were out of the pub and heading down the street

before I had time to think. I wasn’t really sure what I

was doing or even letting myself in for. I suppose I

just hoped that at some point he would look into my

eyes, say how pretty I was and fuck the arse off me but

I had a feeling that this lad was just plain friendly.


He was weaving considerably on the way to the flat. I

made a point of taking a roundabout route and more than

once he said he hadn’t the faintest idea where he was.

We got up to my little ex-council flat and he burst

through the front door asking for the toilet. When he

returned, he slumped on the couch and I put on the

television to let him see the football highlights. He

said he would love a cider so I opened two. The cider

was downed as if it was a soft drink and he asked how

many I had. I told him there was a six pack and he

seemed happy to help himself to another. His talking

was becoming more slurred and he slumped even more on

the couch.


“Might need to stay a bit,” he said, “I’m just a wee

bit pissed.”


He giggled and his eyes drooped. Suddenly he raised his

empty glass and said, “Better be hung for a sheep than

a lamb, eh.”


I gave him his fourth, well aware that cider is very

potent when mixed and also more powerful than the taste

would suggest. It took him almost twenty minutes of

sipping, talking drivel, dozing and slouching before he

eventually started to breath heavily as though asleep.

I sat and watched him. His jeans had ridden up into his

crutch and his package was beautifully presented.


“Dare I do anything with him while he was

incapacitated,” my brain was ticking loudly and my

heart was thumping painfully against my ribcage. One

hour onwards and his arms were slouched over the arm of

the couch and he was really low in the seat.


“I’ll put you flat on the floor with a pillow,” I said

loudly.


No response. I pulled his body until his bottom dropped

on to the floor with his back against the seat. I

pulled down a cushion and he slumped flat out on the

floor, his head resting back on it. I shook him but had

no response except for rhythmic breathing. I rested my

hand on the front of his jeans, my own cock rising

quickly. His soft bulge felt so good. I squeezed it and

could just make out the shape of his cock. I unbuckled

his belt while mumbling to him about “making him

comfortable” though whether he would believe any of it

if he woke up, I had no idea.


Soon his belt was open, his flies were down and his

grey, tight boxers were in front of me with the soft

bulge of his cock and balls clearly visible. I started

to pull his jeans down. He was a dead weight but

suddenly he lifted his bum off the floor and they slid

down effortlessly. He was still asleep, so I had no

idea what he thought was going on in his fuddled head.

I now had him with his jeans below his knees and his

shorts in front of me. I unzipped my jeans and eased my

hard cock out, stroking as I felt his bulge. I leaned

forward and gently kissed his lips. My cock was leaking

pre-cum quite copiously, so I tool some on my finger

and traced the residue along his lips. He

automatically, licked them. That really excited me.


I started to pull down his shorts until they joined his

jeans at his knees and his balls lay before me, loose

and hanging between his legs. His beautiful cock was

uncut and pale with a red rose of foreskin at the top.

The skin slid back and forth easily revealing a moist

glans beneath. His pubic hair was a delightful bright

orange red and they covered his balls too. I slid down

and enveloped the soft cock with my mouth. The faint

taste of his urine only excited me more and I rolled

the soft flesh back and forth in my warm mouth. I

alternated between sucking and gently stroking the

foreskin with my thumb and forefinger when he exhaled

suddenly in a large sigh.


I stopped but he continued back into his sleep. His

cock now had some blood in it and I could feel a slow

swelling. Considering that getting to this point had

taken over 20 minutes, the final stretch to full

erection took under 4 minutes. I had a very stiff cock

in my mouth which looked to be just over 6 inches in

length and a little thicker than I would have expected.

His breathing was slightly heavier but still steady, as

though he was enjoying his “dream.” The erection gained

in strength until his cock was rock hard and sticking

upwards towards his navel. I needed his cock in me. I

knew it was dangerous but I really needed this straight

boy’s cock inside my hole.


I left him to snooze and went through to the bathroom

was wash quickly. I stripped off my jeans and briefs

and wrapped a towel around myself, picking up a tube of

lubricant and a condom on my way back. He hadn’t moved,

though his cock was down to a semi erect state. I moved

back to sucking him and it rose much more quickly this

time. I slid the condom over the head and his cock

responded very favourably with the restriction of the

latex over his cock.


He had fucked before, probably some tart. I squirted

the lubricant on my hole and fingered myself well. My

own 6.5 inches was as stiff as a rod of iron. I lubed

his cock and pulled my towel off, straddling his prone

body. I slowly lowered by bottom down while holding his

stiff cock in my left hand to guide it home. I knew I

had to be slow and careful as he entered in case the

stress on his cock head woke him.


That initial stretch as his wonderful heterosexual cock

pushed past my sphincter, and eased its way into my

anal passage was wonderful. I slowly lowered myself. It

was actually quite painful as I had not taken the time

to stretch myself but I didn’t care, I wanted to feel

him in me. Soon his entire length was inside me and I

started to raise myself up and down in the sitting

position, my own cock being stroked in my right hand.


I leaned forward and kissed him again. I straddled him

for over thirty minutes until my legs ached and I knew

I had to get relief before I exploded. I reluctantly

slipped my bottom off and returned to his side. His

cock was still a stiff as hell. He hadn’t lost any of

his erection. I pulled off the condom and decided to

try to wank him before actually cumming myself.


His cock responded well to my thumb and forefinger but

I had no idea if a sleeping man could cum, and if he

could, whether he would waken with the orgasm. I had

decided not to try, just in case and was pondering this

when a powerful jet of cum shot out of his cock without

any pre-warning. The jet arched way above his head and

landed on my carpet, and the second, with less force,

landed on his chest. His breathing changed but he

didn’t waken.


I licked the cum off his chest as I stroked my cock. My

own orgasm was severe enough to bring flashing lights

to my eyes. It shot on his chest with the third squirt

actually hitting his chin and lips. He licked the

droplets before turning sideways and groaning.


The effect of having cum brought a wave of panic and

guilt and the mopping up and subsequent redressing of

him took much longer than I would have liked. I really

didn’t want him staying so I checked his wallet and

found where he stayed along with a photograph of an

attractive young girl and a baby. Now I really DID feel

guilty! I managed to waken him enough to get him on his

feet, downstairs and to hail a taxi. I gave the driver

the address and enough money for the fare and tip and

waved him off.


It’s funny how the gentle burning sensation in my hole

and the memory of the evening quickly faded the guilt

and my cock quickly grew again, waiting for a more

leisurely release.


2. The unwitting cross-dresser:


I told you at the beginning of this piece that I was a

guy and very much a guy. At 22, I was slightly “soft”

looking in demeanour but I wasn’t effeminate. I suppose

if a girl took me home to mum and dad, they would suss

me out in about 10 minutes but I wasn’t a raging fairy.

Now you have that, I can continue with my second

adventure.


The fancy dress party was hosted by the firm of

accountants I worked for. It was a pre-Christmas bash,

held in November because they were accountants and it

was cheaper. There was no theme but having just seen

Johnny Depp in “Pirates of the Caribbean part something

or another” and having fallen hopelessly in love with

him, I decided to be a pirate. I donned a felt hat, put

a buckle in it, and borrowed a frilly shirt from a gay

friend much older than I was, who still remembered

wearing it when Adam and the Ants were popular.


My pants were borrowed from a slightly plump female

friend who had some baggy black trousers and also

offered a short jacket that with some red stripes on

it. Some shiny buckles on a pair of black trainers and

I almost looked the part. I finished off with some pale

make up, eye shadow (to look like Johnny) and a small,

stick-on moustache. My sword was a plastic dagger in a

belt sheath and that was it!!


The party was great fun as all parties with a free bar

tend to be and the condition of both me and my costume

deteriorated as the evening progressed. Sometime

through the evening, my moustache disappeared, my hat

went awol, and my dagger ended up in some trifle. It

was a very tiddly, poor imitation of Mr Depp, who

finally called it a day and headed home sometime after

midnight. I was a little too embarrassed to go to the

taxi rank and needed to clear my head so decided on

walking the two miles or so home. The final mile or so,

took me around the perimeter of a school playing field

and my journey had been quite uneventful.


“Hi there gorgeous,” said the voice.


I turned to face a well built and quite attractive 35

year old, in much the same state alcoholically as I

was. He was in a pair of tight jeans, and a white short

sleeved shirt. He must have been cold on such a cool

evening. I wasn’t sure if he was taking the piss or

trying to pick me up.


“Hi to you,” I said, my voice a little higher than I

expected.


“Boyfriend left you, then?” he said.


I looked at him quizzically then realised that in my

current state, without all the trappings to make me a

pirate, I could be a girl. I had girl’s baggy trousers

which looked like a skirt, a girl’s jacket, buckled

shoes, curly hair and make-up. I wasn’t sure I was a

particularly attractive “girl” but then he was drunk. I

perked up!


“Yes, he wasn’t up for fun tonight, the bastard,” I

said, trying to raise the timber of my voice.


“Doesn’t know how to treat a girl,” he replied. “I

know,” he continued, squeezing his crotch.


This looked interesting!


“Want to take a little walk in here,” he said pointing

to a slit in the fencing heading into the bushes on the

sports ground perimeter.


“If you like and promise to be gentle,” I replied.


“Darling, if I can get my rocks off, I’ll be just as

gentle as you want,” he said.


This guy was well built, good looking and straight.

Just my type, but I would have to be careful.


He was certainly quite drunk but drunk guys can get

pretty angry if they think someone’s taking the piss,

especially when they’re randy.


“Suck me sweetheart,” he said.


I pushed him against a tree and dropped to my knees,

unzipping his tight jeans with one expert movement. I

unclipped them and unbuckled the belt. I wanted to make

sure he couldn’t run. I pulled his jeans and briefs

down in one sharp tug and a thick semi hard cock

flapped in my face. His dark hair covered his balls and

he was uncut. The street lights gave me just enough

light to enjoy the view. My mouth quickly enveloped his

cock. It didn’t suddenly spring to full erection, in

fact it took some sucking even to get it half hard

though his groans would have suggested differently. It

was a lovely cock, but then straight ones always are!


I licked his balls and then returned to his cock. He

really started to grow now. This wasn’t a big cock in

length but it was nice and slim. I pulled back the skin

and licked around the head. He was groaning, his hands

running through my hair, telling me what a horny bitch

I was. He pushed his hand down the front of my frilly

blouse and gripped my nipples. The way I was leaning at

least there was a little to grip. The lack of breast

didn’t seem to bother him, in fact he took that to be a

sign that I was even younger than he thought and his

cock jumped as he told me so. I was really worried he

would try to finger me before I could suck him off.


Suddenly he lifted me under the arms and as I rose up

he whispered, “Let me fuck you.”


“Whoops,” I thought, “this could be tricky.”


“In the arse,” I said, “I’ve never had it in the arse.”


“One hole’s as good as any,” he retorted and I lowered

my elasticated trousers, ensuring he didn’t see my

Calvin Klein boxers.


I quickly turned my cheeks to him, holding the pants up

at the front. He was too far gone to care, but he spat

on his fingers and worked them roughly into my hole. I

fumbled in my pocket for my ever ready condom.


“Put this on,” I whispered, hoping that was little

lubrication was on it might help his entry.


I had to rip the wrapper for him and he stretched it

over his stiff cock. I bent over against a tree and

raised my hole as I felt his head urgently press

against my arse.


“Ow,” I said as his bulbous head pushed against my

hole.


I spat on my hand and rubbed the head, holding his cock

and steering it into me. That made it slightly easier

and the head managed past my entrance. He was keen to

get fucking but I was keen to keep my arse intact. He

was thrusting like an impatient terrier, all the time

whispering randy endearments to this young “girl” he

thought he was getting cock up her arse for the first

time. His hand wandered around to finger my vagina but

I managed to grip and hold it as though trying to press

against the pain of entry. He was kissing my neck and

holding my shoulder with his left hand as his cock

finally made it about 75% of the way in. He started to

fuck.


Once he got going, he was like a wild animal. He kept

calling me “his teenage slut,” which at least made a 22

year old feel good. His movement became more erratic as

he seemed to reach climax until with one massive

thrust, his entire cock slipped inside me and he

emptied his balls. In typical macho style, he pulled

his cock out, ripped of the condom, pulled up his pants

as he started walking and mumbled a quick thank you as

he left me, bent over, arse in the air, against a tree

in the woods.


I bent down, dropped my pants fully, picked up his

condom and emptied its contents over my hard cock

before using his cum to lubricate a wonderful solo

wank. My spunk shot about 5 feet across the ground as

my knees buckled. I giggled as the thought “5 points

for eroticism and 1 point for technique.”


3. “My wife doesn’t understand me.”


You have seen the drunk and incapable guy having sex

without knowing, the even more inebriated guy who

thinks he’s just shagged a girl but by far the most

common, is the plain horny, straight guy who is not

getting any and seeks any opportunity to get sex.

Alcohol has the advantage of allowing guys to dip into

their innermost mind and find thoughts that were just

there for when they wanted to be really dirty, then and

drag them to the forefront where suddenly they seem

quite logical. Sometimes though, frustration can be as

powerful an aphrodisiac as alcohol.


Early Sunday morning or late Saturday night, I waited

then gave up waiting for a taxi home after a fun, but

fruitless night at a local, well know gay watering

hole. Just as I was walking away from the rank, a cab

pulled up and the driver said, “You’re my last fare so

where are you heading?”


I gave him my address and sat back.


“Were you in the Atlantis?” he asked, referring to the

gay bar and club I had just left.


“Yes,” I replied.


“Busy?” he asked.


“Yes, but not busy enough,” I replied.


“I suppose you guys must get horny when you can’t get

sex too,” he said and continued, “But you should try

being dumped by your wife and left with a teenage son

and daughter who take over your house, reject anyone

you bring back and generally decide you’re going to

become a monk.”


I looked at his back and side as he spoke. He was of

Caribbean decent and seemed to be around 37 or so. His

was well built, probably over 6 feet and has amazingly

white teeth. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans and has

a single gold earring.


“Haven’t had so much as a fuck in 6 months and that was

interrupted by my daughter who told me how disgusting

it was for people my age to be doing such things. The

bird was a slag anyway but at least I got to cum in her

before it came to an abrupt end,” he continued.


I found his conversation quite arousing.


“Bet it’s easier for you to find a bloke to shag,” he

said.


“Well usually it’s the other way around,” I said.


“What, harder to find…” he tailed off and then

laughed, to continue with, “Oh sorry, I see what you

mean, you like it up the back!”


He wasn’t stopping and I was curious as to where this

was going. I only had another five minutes or so to see

if he was chatting me up.


“Never been into bums, meself, or blokes for that

matter, but I suppose they must be powerfully tight

compared to cunt,” he said.


“Oh they are,” I said. “Guys like me can take a cock in

them easier than woman can take it up the front and the

added bonus is tightness. It’s like a velvet glove.”


I was getting horny. I was squeaky clean and had

slipped one of these lubricating capsules in when in

the bar toilets as I thought some guy was going to give

me one but he went off and shagged an 18 year old in

the cubicle leaving me hot, randy and moist.


“Listen man,” he said, “we had better change the

subject ‘cos I’m like a loaded gun here and you might

convert me.”


“Well I’m your man if you ever want converted,” I said.


“You got a few minutes to talk?” he said.


“Come in for a coffee or drink if you like,” I replied.


“Cool, but I haven’t much time,” he said.


Once inside and he had a cool beer in his hand he

started to tell me how his wife had been having every

guy in town and when he confronted her, she left taking

most of his bank account and leaving the kids. Having

the kids around had seriously restricted his sex life

as they were always around or entertaining their

friends. He hadn’t had sex for six months. I told him I

couldn’t last six days without it and we laughed.


“What do you guys actually do?” he asked.


I said “It’s just the same as with a woman only we

don’t have a cunt and our tits are smaller but we have

a bit of extra meat to compensate.”


He laughed awkwardly, his white teeth glistening in the

light. The air was hung with anticipation. I could see

he wanted to experiment but was scared. I didn’t want

to make a move in case it scared him but I also felt

sure he wanted me to so that he would have to make a

decision one way or the other. His cock didn’t look

hard though it was clearly visible lying down his leg

in his thin cotton trousers.


“Want to see what a boy’s pussy is like?” I said.


“You mean, like, drop your pants and show me?”


“Well you seemed curious to know how guys could take it

up their arses and I thought you might like to see

one,” I said.


“Sure, if you’re not embarrassed,” he replied.


I tried to pull my pants down and off, as sexily as I

could. His eyes were fixed on me. I stood in my short

sleeved shirt and white briefs. I quickly pulled off my

socks. He watched and I saw his heel of his hand

discretely nudge against a bulge in the front of his

trousers. At that moment I realised it was going to

happen. I slipped off my briefs and stood facing him,

my erect cock sticking out from the front of my shirt.


“Nice,” he said.


I didn’t think straight guys would look at another

guy’s cock and say “nice.”


Soon I was naked and standing in front of him by cock

sticking straight out. He pulled me towards him and

turned me around. His hands slid up my front and to my

two little nipples which he tweaked and stroked. I

thought, “Old habits die hard.”


His hand eventually slid down and back to my buttocks

which he gently spread revealing my hole. He asked why

it was wet and I had to explain it was lubrication. His

finger slid inside me and gently pushed inside. He

gasped as it entered so easily. I heard his zipper

slide down. He sat on a low chair and I was standing in

front of him, bending over, my hands on my knees to

give his access to my bum hole.


“Let me suck you,” I said,


His finger slipped out and he pulled me around. He was

sitting, still dressed, but his trouser front was open

and a large cock stuck out of the top of some shorts. I

knelt in front of him and eased his cock and balls out

until his balls were exposed with the waist band of his

shorts under them. I eased them down. He would only let

me pull them so far, to his hips, but that was enough.


The cock in front of me was a man’s cock. By that I

mean his balls were big, his cock was long and quite

thick. He had been neatly circumcised and the head was

larger than the cock size would suggest. It was a large

brown mushroom. He had dark hair covering his balls and

spreading up and around the base of his cock. I figured

he had just under eight inches long, way bigger than

mine. I enveloped it and he gasped as my warm mouth

covered the head and then pushed down to almost take

the whole length.


My mouth eased up and down, a gentle suction on each

upwards stroke and the cock length firmly gripped in my

hand with the other stroking his balls and a finger

teasing under them as though trying to finger his arse.


“Oh my God, that is unbelievable. That cow never gave

head and no one, but no one, has ever sucked me like

that,” he groaned.


I managed to pull his trousers and shorts lower and

really went to town. My own, unattended cock was stiff

as hell and sticking upright between my kneeling legs.


“Stop for fucks sake, I want to cum in your arse, not

your mouth,” he yelled, pulling his cock quickly out

with a loud “plop.”


He stood up and I knelt on the floor with him behind

me. I gave him a condom as there was no way I was going

to be barebacked. I heard the wrapper rip open and the

stretch of the latex over his cock and just waited. The

head seemed enormous as it teased the entrance to my

hole. He pushed. It sunk inside really easily and

without any pain. As he started to stretch me, each

plunge went just a little further into me. I felt his

hand tentatively stretch around and very softly grip my

cock. He stroked it very gently up and down as his cock

started to really pick up speed inside my arse.


“This is so fucking wonderful,” he said, “and to think

I have been wasting my cum up some slut’s cunt all

these years.”


His dirty talk had me close to cumming. His wanking

technique was not the best but what little movement he

was doing was sufficient to bring me to the brink. I

begged him to cum in me and he took both his hands to

my hips. I quickly replaced his hand on my cock with my

own, to try to coincide our orgasms.


“Oh shit, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming up a queer’s

arse!” he shouted.


He wasn’t the only one. My semen felt like boiling

water churning from my balls, the full length of my

cock and then exploding almost painfully out of the

slit in the top to spray across my leather chair like

some water cannon. His cock was a full eight inches

embedded inside me and had stopped moving as I felt the

veins on the side of it pumping as his cum fired into

me filling the rubber wrapped around it. When he pulled

out, the quantity in the rubber teat on the end was

more than I had ever seen in a condom from one orgasm.


He stumbled to his feet, with his trousers wrapped

around his ankles and surprised me by lifting me under

the arms, to my feet, turning me and kissing me fully

on the lips. His tongue entered my mouth and his lips

covered mine. His hand went behind my head and he

forced my mouth on to his.


“Please tell me I can do this again,” he begged.


You bet,” I said.


He did too and we had a frenetic three month love

affair, meeting every week until one of his children

saw us together one night and started to ask him some

questions. It scared the living daylights out of him

and I was dumped with one quick telephone call. C’est

lá vie!


4. Chance encounter:


This initial story of a straight guy is a short and a

quick one. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had been

buying some new clothes. At the back of the city

shopping centre was a park and, when the centre was

built, the park toilets had been left, even though

there were a number of shiny new ones in the shopping

mall nearby.


I liked the old 1960’s block as there was often a guy

or two hanging about for a quick fumble. On this day,

my luck was out and after waiting at the urinals for

around fifteen minutes, I hauled myself into one of the

three cubicles and dropped my pants for a quick wank.

The door locks were long gone but a closed door usually

meant someone was inside so I concentrated on working

myself up to a nice orgasm.


I heard voices and hesitated but hearing a man and a

child’s voice, I realised it was a father bringing his

child in for a piss or more, so I continued, images of

the assistant who had just sold me my new shirt

swimming in my head. I was shocked to open my eyes and

see a man of around 35 and a toddler, both standing at

the door looking at me in horror. He had pushed the

door, obviously wanting the young lad to pee in a

toilet bowl, which was set lower than the adult size

urinals in the main toilet.


I quickly closed the door. Listening, I heard the man

take his child next door to the sound of “What was that

man doing daddy?”


Thankfully toddlers piss quickly so the retreating

steps left me relieved. I wasn’t sure who was more

shocked, me, the kid or the kid’s father! I looked at

my dwindling erection and decided that as I couldn’t

leave too soon after them I might as well continue. I

started to stroke and my cock began to return to

original impressive erection.


Suddenly the door to the cubicle opened and there stood

the father. I started to apologise, but he pushed in

with me and closed the door behind him. His hand

gripped my cock and his lips pressed against my lips.

Now this wasn’t some ugly old man, this was the sort of

hunk that you see in commercials for men’s toiletries.

He was beautifully built, around 5 feet 8 inches tall,

Levis, white t-shirt, leather jacket and a lovely well

trimmed stubble.


His tongue was in my mouth and he was behaving like a

starving animal. His breathing was heavy and he was

chewing my earlobes as his large hands gripped my cock,

almost painfully. At one stage he dropped to his knees

and I thought he was going to suck me but instead he

looked at it and whispered, “Beautiful,” before kissing

the sides and then the tip.


As he again stood up, he unclipped his jeans and they

dropped. I regained control and pushed him against the

back of the door, He stood with tight jersey boxers

shorts, an erection plainly visible. I pulled them down

and there it was! His cock was short, around 5 to 6

inches it stuck out and upwards from a mass of dark

brown pubic hair which trailed up to his chest. His

balls were tight to his body and of normal size but the

real feature was the thickness.


I was struggling to form an “O” around it with my thumb

and middle finger. This was one bulky cock and I really

would have loved him to fuck me. I pushed his shirt up

and chewed his tits and he gasped. I then dropped and

opened my mouth to envelop this thick piece of manhood.

He was really gasping now and I pulled back his

slippery foreskin and revealed the head beneath.

Sucking, I took as much as I could in my mouth before

sliding back up and down again.


All I heard was an “Ohh!!” before the warm splash hit

the back of my throat and I had to start swallowing for

my life. The torrent of cum seemed never ending but I

managed not to lose one drop. My own cock was in my

hand and I shot off all over his black shoes.


“Tristan’s getting bored Daddy, are you going to be

long?” came a girl’s voice from the toilet entrance.


A slightly shaky daddy said, “I’m just coming darling!”


“I think you mean, you’ve just cum,” I whispered

quietly.


He smiled as he wiped the cum off his shoes.


“If you want to do more, I’ll be here next week at the

same time and we could go to my place,” I said

hopefully.


He just smiled as he hurriedly dressed and opened the

cubicle to leave with a quiet, “Thanks.”


I heard him walk, then stop. He returned and pushed the

door gently and whispered, “Here same time tomorrow,”

before walking out saying loudly, “I’m coming Karen.”


I was shaking with residual fear from the initial

encounter and excitement from speed and intensity of

the session. I shakily left and thought about his thick

cock all the way home.


I was squeaky clean and excited as I walked through the

park the next afternoon then immediately horrified to

find the toilet closed. It was a drizzling Sunday

afternoon and there was little shelter. I huddled under

a tree as the only person in the park, and waited!


The appointed meet was at 3.30pm but he wasn’t there. I

was getting pretty damp and very miserable by 4.00pm

and decided I had been dumped, or more likely his home

arrangements had prevented him from getting out. As I

left through the park gates a taxi drew up and I

spotted him leaping from the door to shout. He hadn’t

paid the driver as we stood and he told me he had very

little time so I bundled him back into the cab and gave

my home address.


“Ryan,” I said, holding out my hand.


“Damon,” he responded as he shook, his wedding ring

seeming to glint even on this dull day.


I quietly thought, “You don’t get much straighter than

this guy.”


It took but a few moments to get to my flat and we were

inside as fast as I could drag him. He had already told

me he had around one hour.


He told me he had been happily married for nine years

and though he had sometimes looked at effeminate guys

on television or in the street and wondered just what

it would be like to do it, he had never acted on the

impulse. The sight of my raging cock had been the

catalyst and now he wanted more of me. The feeling was

definitely mutual. I wanted this guy naked and was

stripping him as we spoke. I made him stand while I

drank in the view. He was Brad Pitt/Tom Cruise and any

other good looking stud you could put into the mix. I

stripped too and stood facing him, my slightly taller,

paler, hairless skin and fair hair being in complete

contrast to him.


He was on me again. His lips found mine and he started

to kiss, the way men always do with women. His mouth

covered mine completely and his tongue had a mind of

its own. When it wasn’t trying to find my tonsils, it

would slip out, lick my cheeks, lick my ears and then

drop down to kiss my nipples. He had no fear of

handling my cock, in fact I think he found this

additional piece of equipment a great novelty as he

handled and wanked all the time he kissed me. His own

cock was a solid, heavy, thick piece of flesh pressing

against my thigh and in that moment, I was so pleased

that I was going to get to share it with his wife.


He dropped again to do what he had done the previous

day, kiss the sides and the tip. I gently pushed as he

did so and the head slipped in. He jolted back, looked

up at me and then, as though making a split second

decision, wrapped his mouth around it and started

sucking like a hungry baby. He wasn’t a born sucker but

realising this was his first cock, I didn’t give a

shit! He started to lick again and was all over my

balls, even licking my pubic hair. I sat on the edge of

the bed with my legs open and him between them and he

started a journey that I hoped would end at my arse.


His tongue traced between my legs so I opened further

and lifted myself up slightly. He waited, tentatively

and then started to lick around my rosebud before

eventually sticking his tongue all the way inside. My

cock was so hard it was throbbing to the beat of my

heart. This guy was all man. He was doing what he

probably did normally and took control, and I loved it.

He was feeding on a newly found lust and using my body

and it was really fabulous.


“Would you fuck me?” I asked.


“What do I do?” he said innocently.


I stood up and squirted some lubricant on my hands,

easing it between my cheeks. I lubricated well and then

asked him to take over. I was bent over on all fours at

the end of the bed and he was lubricating my arse. He

took over 15 minutes before he asked what to do next. I

handed him a condom. It took a few moments to stretch

it properly over the width of his cock. He lubed his

cock and took up position at my back. I love being

fucked doggy fashion. I always feel that with the doggy

position, you know you are being fucked in the arse.


“Take it easy in the early stages,” I begged him.


He was very gentle which was as well as my hole was

having real trouble extending to accommodate this flesh

coloured cucumber. There was no way it was not going in

though and his patience was rewarded when he finally

said, “I’m there!”


He started a slow and stead fucking. One hand was on my

hips while the other reached around and gripped my

cock.


“I love the feel of your cock in my hand,” he said.


“I’m quite partial to yours up my hole,” said I.


He laughed and started to really fuck me. Doggy fashion

went by the board as he pulled me on my side and then

lifted a leg over his shoulder. I had a feeling this

was a “fucking the wife” position but said nothing as

he really seemed to like it.


The fucking speed was faster than I was used to and my

hand drifted around to feel his thick tube of meat

slide in and out of me. His little grunts of effort

each time he hammered home, really go me going and it

was great to have my cock handled as he did it.


“This isn’t going to last long Ryan,” he said.


“Then cum on my face,” I said.


“Your face?” he said incredulously.


God bless him, he obviously hadn’t been surfing the net

much.


“Yes my face,” I cried.


He hammered my arse, his grunts becoming faster and

faster then he pulled out and whipped off the condom. I

scooted under him so that he was astride my chest and I

gripped my own cock.


“Oh my God!” he howled.


I saw the wonderful white jet leave his cock split and

arc towards me. I closed my eyes in part but kept them

half open. There is nothing more wonderful than seeing

warm, wet, fresh, and heterosexual cum heading in the

direction of your own face. I opened my mouth too and

waited to receive my gift and was not disappointed. It

splatted, it splashed and it sprayed over my face, neck

and thankfully, mouth.


“I’m cumming too!!” I shouted.


“On my face then,” he said and we quickly reversed

positions. He just made it as I returned the compliment

and basted him in cum. He too, took some in his mouth

and the slight gagging suggested he wasn’t at all sure

whether he liked it or not. As I slumped, he sat up and

kissed me again, our sloppy faces and mouths mingling

with the sperm coating both of us.


“Awesome,” he said, “really awesome.”


We met regularly after that. I was determined to keep

the arrangement as fun and sex only and at no time

allowed it to interfere with his home life. He told me

that his sex life with his wife had taken on new

meaning and far from our relationship jeopardising it,

he felt it enhanced it. That suited me as I had no wish

for baggage.


That’s about it. It does prove that there are gay men,

bisexual men and straight men but also somewhere out

there, are straight but curious men and that is my

target.


Wish me luck!


kewtieboy@hotmail.com

Prom Date

Prom Date





quick edit by Borg Continuum


***


Three guys drop off their prom dates and go out to a

wild gay party just for the hell of it. (MM, 1st-gay-

expr, orgy)


***


The limo barely held all six of us. Three couples of

teenagers in rented tuxedos and borrowed gowns.


We danced, and as the night went on, tux coats removed

and we danced until the sweat was pouring down our faces

and bodies. The girls were all giggly and chatting as

usual. We three boys were kind of awkward but after some

tokes on some stolen pot (I got a joint from my brother)

we felt better.


Breakfast was an event too, most of the kids were there,

at our old haunt. Even the waitresses took pictures of

us, most had known us for years. The party afterwards

was hot, our limo dropped us off. One of the girls had

left her car at the house.


And the tolerant parents there seemed to let us do what

we wanted, dancing out by the pool, swimming in our

underwear, sneaking liquor and making noise because we

could.


Tim, Cal and I dropped the girls off – and got our

kisses – and even I got a squeeze of breast as the rest

watched from the car. Where too now? I asked.


Cal drove off out of town to a place he knew.


The place was jumping. And it seemed full of other

dudes, some of which I recognized from church or school.

The music was blasting, the splashes in the back yard

told me there was a pool and the place smelled of pot,

booze, and aromas like the school locker room.


Charley, one of the jocks seemed to welcome us as the

host. Except for the fact he was wearing only a

jockstrap, that didn’t surprise me. “No rules,” he said

and welcomed us.


As we wandered around, I realized it was a stud party,

meaning only guys were there. And because of that, guys

were dancing with other guys, usually in little groups

too. This seemed weird to me but I didn’t leave.


I took a deep hit off a joint passed to me and leaned

against the wall watching guys dancing in their

jockstraps, underwear, shorts and usually no shirts. I

turned my head to look outdoors and saw naked guys

horsing around by the pool.


It was going to be a wild night I knew, but I still felt

weirded out buy being with obviously gay guys all

around.


“C’mon,” Cal pulled me to where he and Tim were gyrating

to some dance mix sounds, Tim was already shirtless and

Cal peeled his off as soon as I joined them.


We danced, shared the joint again – and I was feeling

the heat – and soon was dancing in my jockey shorts and

didn’t really care that I was in a room with a bunch of

gay guys. I truly don’t remember taking off my tux shirt

or pants, and didn’t even know where they were. I was

barefoot, sweating and feeling my body sweat in my white

jockey shorts.


Tim was wearing some sort of pouch thing that was purple

and we were making fun of it, especially when he moved

his hips making it bounce up and down. Cal was down to

his boxers too and his fly didn’t hide his cock which

seemed to poke its head out as he danced.


We ran for the pool discarding what we had left on and

dove into the chilling and sobering water, Hands on each

other’s chests and arms, we horsed around awhile and

then got out to join others who were dancing poolside

totally naked.


It was like being in the locker room, except here nobody

seemed to hide themselves or care if you looked.


I saw Charley naked there, Tim and Cal I had seen

before..but never been able to stare,


“Come on,” Tim patted my bare butt. “We got some things

to discuss,” he said as the three of us went into the

house, peed and then wandered down the hallway.


Alcohol was making my head spin, or was it the? I wasn’t

sure. I knew I had to wait awhile so I wouldn’t end up

in the toilet barfing, not because of any reason then it

was hard to get there due to others already there.


“In here,” Cal said. We went into a room which was pitch

black.


“What’s goin on?” I said but as soon as I said that, I

felt a hand on my cock. “Hey!” I jumped, then I heard

Tim’s voice. “hush, it’s only me.”


Somehow that made it ok, despite the fact Tim had never

touched my cock before, or any other guy for that

matter. Why wasn’t I leaving this place? Why was I going

along with this?


Instead of leaving I followed his lead and was soon

laying on mattress on the floor and feeling a warm mouth

working on my cock. It was weird, I’d never gotten a

blowjob from my girlfriend before, even though I’d tried

to get her to do it, and here I was on prom night

getting one from Tim. It was Tim, wasn’t it? It was so

dark in the room that I wasn’t sure who was doing me.


Then I heard, “Here try mine.”


I opened my mouth to respond but felt something rub

against my lips and then I tasted someone’s cock. That’s

when I heard Cal’s voice, “Just go slow man, let’s have

fun tonight, okay?”


Instead of being repulsed by this I nursed on his

cock… I even felt the shivers of pleasure as someone –

maybe Tim – increased their efforts on my cock at the

same time. I’d never felt like this before, being

involved with two people at once, it was an increasable

feeling being worked on and wo9rking on someone like

this.


Then I felt my legs being held up as someone’s tongue

dove into my butt-crack and it was so pleasurable and

the room was so dark, I didn’t object, I didn’t stop

whoever it was.


Then in my drunk and high state I was on my hands and

knees begging to be butt-fucked. I knew that guys fuck

each other but I’d never really thought about it before,

but I was so turned on by all this sexual contact that I

was getting that I needed something more.


My mouth was nursing another cock, I didn’t know whose.

Then I felt someone’s hands wrap around my stomach and

he moved up behind me and then fumbled there and I felt

something big and hot and slick push against my ass-

hole.


I could have stopped it then and there but whoever it

was behind me had reached down and began to slowly

massage my dick as he pushed into me. I knelt there

sucking some goy, being jacked off and getting a dick in

my ass, all at one time. It was mind numbing.


I was in a zone, that’s the only reason I can justify

that I let some strange guy cum in my ass. The fact is

that I did let him and then I was shooting my own cum

and swallowing another guys, all at once. Increasable.


Afterward, we swam in the pool for awhile to cool down.

Tim disappeared and Cal and I danced with some others.

The party was quieting down as the others around us

slept anywhere they could. I found the hallway again

and that dark room. I stumbled inside and over bodies

and found the mattress where I’d lost my “gay

virginity”, finding a place among the arms and legs

there. I was soon engaged in more cock sucking and butt-

fucking. The room smelled of sweat, cum and men’s

bodies.


**


Breakfast was weird. It was late morning and guys were

in their underwear or still naked. Some were swimming,

diving, others were at the kitchen country making

omelets and a mess in the process.


Tim, Cal and I became popular for our cooking abilities

and stood there wearing nothing but aprons, our butts

sticking out, which must have been quite a sight.


Then sadly, after we’d eaten everyone began dressing and

leaving.


That prom night was the first gay experience I’d ever

had in my life, but it hasn’t been the last. To Cal and

Tim, it was just a lark, but to me it was a defining

moment in my life. I’d always wondered why my orgasms

had been so weak when I was getting off with women. That

night I came again and again like a stud horse, blowing

my load all over the place.


I still date women, but I look for likely gay party’s to

attend and the no-holds-bared kind are my favorites. I

haven’t told my buddies that I’ve turned into a bisexual

and probably won’t… but if I did, I wonder if they’d

be interested in… you know.


END

Purgatory Games – A Gay Sci-Fi Sex Story

Purgatory Games – A Gay Sci-Fi Sex Story



by Mark James (pennandquill@yahoo.com)


***


In the future, prisoner gladiator games are the

ultimate reality television. When nineteen year old

Kyle lands in Purgatory Prison, his new cell mate is

JT, the toughest gladiator in Purgatory. (MM, reluc, v,

sci-fi)


***


The top bunk was empty except for a heart shaped box of

pink mints on the naked stained mattress. A note next

to the box said, “Be my girl”. The guard looked from

the note to Kyle’s pretty face.


“Welcome to Purgatory, boy,” the guard said with a

smile fit for Hells’ gatekeeper. He slammed the heavy

cell door, leaving Kyle to the cruel hands of the

twisted God who ruled this place.


Democracy raged across the world in Afghanistan, Iraq,

Iran and North Korea. The warriors who did battle on

baseball diamonds, footballs fields and basketball

courts were gone, overseas waging war for a Democratic

Utopia. With police forces across the country depleted

by war, the Department of Homeland Security desperately

needed a new flavor of electronic heroin to soothe the

jaded masses.


Back in 2025, the Monastic Reform Law blasted through

Washington and came down on prisons like the devil’s

hammer, bringing prisoners to God in a rough way.

Purgatory was the first prison to offer redemption

under the new Monastic Reform Law. The redemption and

punishment of prisoners became a public spectacle,

second only to the Roman Coliseum.


The public couldn’t get enough of televised whippings

of unrepentant prisoners. Prisoner gladiator games, the

newest concept in reality television, became the

biggest money maker since boxing in Las Vegas. Now,

years later, every prison in the country brought

cutthroats, thieves and reluctant soldiers to God on

live television, the ultimate electronic heroin high.


Kyle slumped down onto the bottom bunk, letting the

bedding under his arm slip to the floor. He sat with

his head in his hands, letting his dark brown hair fall

across his face like a curtain. Behind his closed eyes

he saw the Call to Service card that had turned up in

his mailbox two weeks ago, one day after his nineteenth

birthday. Kyle’s mad dash to the Mexican border was a

nightmare of days without sleep and hitching rides on

dark highways from men who demanded payment from Kyle

on his knees.


Kyle’s capture came in the middle of the night. The

border patrol swooped down on him, grabbing him up into

the metal jaws of the Unpatriotic Actions Law. When he

refused to sign his service papers, they said they’d

give him a year to think it over. After his year in

Purgatory, they’d be back with their papers. If Kyle

refused to sign again, he’d get five more years.


At nineteen, Kyle was the hottest piece of ass in

Purgatory. Slavery might be over on the outside, but

here in Purgatory, pretty boys like Kyle were handed

out to gladiators like first prize trophies. The Father

Confessor who ran Purgatory had assigned Kyle to JT’s

cell, as a reward for JT winning the Statewide

Gladiator Games.


On the outside, Kyle used his slender body and sweet

boyish looks to get what he wanted. One look into

Kyle’s sultry brown eyes and men understood the promise

of pleasure his soft pink lips offered. Before this

nightmare started, he wouldn’t be with men who liked

fucking ass. Now, Kyle looked around glumly at the dark

red brick walls of the narrow cell. He knew his days of

sucking cock and saying no to more were over. One look

at JT, and everyone knew his bitches took it up the

ass. Hard.


Loud footsteps and harsh voices echoed in the narrow

hallway. The gladiators were coming back from training

in the yard. Kyle steeled himself, and tried to get

ready to meet the man who now owned him.


JT slid the heavy cell door back with a bang and walked

into the small cell. His dark chocolate skin glistened

in the light of the single bulb that hung overhead. His

bare chest and arms rippled with hard, sleek muscle.

Sweat beaded on the flat toughness of his sculpted

belly. A dark tattoo of a screaming skull rippled and

writhed on the bulging bicep of his right arm.


When JT turned and looked at Kyle, there was a dark

hunger in his black eyes that made Kyle shiver inside.


“Hey boy,” JT said in a deep voice that rumbled with

bass. He slid the red bandana off his head and rubbed

sweat from his bald head. “What’s up?”


Kyle wasn’t sure if he should answer. The hardness in

JT’s eyes made Kyle feel like he was thinking about

doing something cruel. Something that would make him

scream. To avoid saying anything, Kyle shrugged and

reached down to get his bedding. But JT stopped him,

leaning his six foot three inch frame on the top bunk.


“You’re even prettier than I thought,” JT said quietly,

looking down into Kyle’s light brown eyes.


Kyle looked at the swelling bulge between JT’s spread

legs and pressed himself further back on the small bed.

JT reached out to stroke Kyle’s cheek, but the boy

flinched as though he’d been slapped.


“Take it easy baby,” JT said with a low laugh. “I ain’t

gonna hurt you. You’re gonna suck my dick and I’m gonna

fuck you. But you ain’t in no danger with me.”


Kyle tried to hide the fear that jolted his heart. No

one had ever taken his ass. JT seemed to read his

thoughts.


“You still a virgin, boy?” JT let his eyes crawl

greedily over Kyle’s slender body.


When Kyle turned brilliant red and didn’t answer, JT

chuckled, a soft, low sound that sent chills down

Kyle’s spine.


“I got you a present.” JT offered Kyle the box of candy

from the top bunk, looking down at him with hard eyes

that promised no mercy.


Kyle knew what it would mean if he refused the box of

pink, heart shaped candies. An image of Jimmy’s face,

horribly battered and bruised, rose in his mind. Kyle

took the pink box from JT’s big hand, nearly snatching

it in his haste to accept the gift.


“You’ll do alright with me,” JT said quietly, seeing

how Kyle’s hand trembled when he took the candy.


JT grabbed the boy’s slender arm, pulling him off the

bed.


“Come here baby,” JT said softly, wrapping Kyle in a

steel embrace.


JT ran his calloused fingers slowly along the softness

of Kyle’s mouth, looking at the way his pink lips came

together in a pout.


“These lips feel good wrapped around a man’s cock?” JT

stared into Kyle’s soft brown eyes, unbothered by the

fear he saw in the boy.


JT pushed Kyle gently, sending him reeling into the

corner between the bunk bed and the wall.


A picture of Jimmy’s face rose in Kyle’s mind again, in

grim detail. He spun and faced the wall, spreading his

legs, his ass out. Better to let JT have his way

without a fight.


A heavy hand fell on Kyle’s shoulder. He tensed,

squeezing his eyes shut, promising himself he wouldn’t

scream when JT’s cock tore into his ass.


“Damn baby,” JT’s deep voice said behind Kyle. He

sounded slightly amused. “I ain’t gonna do you like

that, bitch. Turn around. Get on your knees for me like

a good girl.”


Kyle turned and faced JT, slipping to his knees. He

looked up at the big black man standing over him, his

legs spread. JT’s bulging crotch was inches from Kyle’s

lips. His cock looked big enough to ream Kyle’s ass

with just one stroke.


“I’ll do what you want,” Kyle blurted. He looked up

into JT’s eyes, pleading. “Just don’t make it bad for

me, please?”


JT’s black eyes were twin pools of dark hunger, like an

animal on the prowl.


“I like my bitch to blow me after I train in the yard.

I get relaxed like that,” JT said, ignoring Kyle’s

plea.


JT had unzipped his jeans and was reaching in to take

out his dick when a voice stopped him.


“JT, we got to talk,” a man’s low voice said at the

cell door.


“Fuck that,” JT said without turning around. “I’m

trying out my new girl.”


“It’s important,” the other man said. “About the game

next week.”


“It better be important,” JT said, zipping his pants,

keeping his dark eyes on Kyle.


JT stroked Kyle’s cheek, and pursed his lips in a

silent kiss. “Later baby,” he said, and turned away,

disappearing through the cell door.


Kyle sprang to his feet the moment JT left and went to

the cell bars. JT stood at the far end of the tier,

talking to another man. For a wild moment, Kyle thought

of escape. But to where? Nobody fucked with a

gladiator. He got his bedding from the floor and

started putting sheets on his bunk, thinking of the

coming night.


After dinner, Kyle trudged back to his cell, sure that

JT was there, waiting to ream his ass. He was relieved

to find his cell empty. Kyle lay on the top bunk,

thinking about JT. Before he realized it, Kyle was

thinking of how it felt to be on his knees, with JT’s

hard body towering over him. Kyle’s cock surged at the

memory of JT’s dark, sleek body pressed close, his

unzipped jeans inches from Kyle’s lips.


The breathy sound of men fucking came from the next

cell, echoing down the narrow tier. Kyle closed his

eyes and imagined himself on his knees between JT’s

legs, letting the harsh sound of the men screwing

become the sound of JT while Kyle sucked him off.


Kyle undid his jeans, took his hard cock in his fist,

and was about to jack off when a low voice said, “I

don’t like my girls jacking off when I ain’t around.”


Kyle sat bolt upright at the sound of JT’s voice. He

shoved his cock back inside his jeans, a flush of

embarrassment rising to his face. JT walked into the

cell and leaned against the top bunk.


“Was you thinking about my cock in your mouth or up

your ass?” JT caressed Kyle’s hot face softly


The lights out warning buzzer saved Kyle from

answering. Just after JT walked into the cell, a guard

came down the tier, locking cell doors and doing last

head count. Ten minutes later, a loud buzz signaled

final lights out, and near total darkness fell.


“Come here baby,” JT said. “You take care of my cock

every night after lights out.”


Kyle slipped from the bunk bed and knelt in front of

JT, anxious to show him that he would have him without

a fight. The last thing Kyle wanted was for JT to get

angry.


“No,” JT said quietly.


Kyle looked up at him, fear bright in his eyes, afraid

he’d done something wrong.


“Over there, in the corner,” JT said. “I know you

bitches don’t like nobody seeing you with a man. Guards

can’t see you there.”


Kyle got up and wedged himself into the shadowy privacy

of the corner between the bed and wall. A dim ray of

light fell across Kyle’s face in the darkness. JT

caressed Kyle’s face, feeling how he trembled.


“You scared of me?”


Kyle nodded, knowing he couldn’t hide it.


“You suck my cock and get fucked like a good girl, and

ain’t nothing gonna happen to you.”


Kyle knew he should have kept quiet about Jimmy, but he

couldn’t. Jimmy had been JT’s boy until two days ago,

when he’d been shipped to the hospital, with his right

arm broken in three places and his jaw shattered from a

bad beating. Kyle had seen them taking him. His face

had been swollen like a water balloon, both eyes

blackened and purple.


“What about Jimmy?” Kyle said quietly.


“He wouldn’t be a good girl,” JT said softly. “But you

ain’t like him. You’ll be a good bitch for me, won’t

you?”


Kyle nodded, looking up into JT’s glittering eyes in

the darkness.


“Good. Then I won’t have hurt you like that,” JT said,

unzipping his jeans.


JT unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his hips. He

stood with his legs spread, his thick cock jutting

straight up, well past his navel.


“You gonna suck my cock like a good girl?” JT said,

stroking his hard meat.


Kyle nodded, nearly mesmerized by the sight of JT’s fat

cock.


“Get to it bitch.” JT pulled Kyle by the hair and

forced the boy’s face into his crotch. “Show me how

good those lips feel on a man’s dick.”


Kyle closed his eyes a moment to steady himself, then

he started at the base of JT’s impossibly thick cock,

licking around his low hanging balls. Kyle ran his

slick tongue up and around JT’s hairy balls, taking his

time, letting his whole tongue slide along JT’s nuts.

Then Kyle slid his tongue down the length of JT’s cock,

feeling how the hard flesh was veined, nearly all the

way out to the thick head.


“I been thinking about your hot mouth all day,” JT

said, pressing his crotch into Kyle’s face.


Kyle let his tongue linger on the head of JT’s cock,

circling the thick head slowly, before sliding his hot

tongue all the way back down to his heavy balls.


“Oh yeah bitch. Open your fucking mouth. Suck my cock,”

JT said. He leaned on his powerful arms against the

wall.


Kyle opened his mouth wide and JT slid into the pretty

boy’s hot mouth, feeding him his thick ten inch cock,

moaning softly. The sight of his dark chocolate cock

sliding between the boy’s pretty pink lips drove JT

crazy.


“You better suck my cock good, bitch,” JT said, pumping

his hips slowly.


JT slid his cock deep down Kyle’s throat on every

stroke, nearly gagging him, then he held himself inside

Kyle’s mouth, enjoying the way the boy’s gag reflex

made his throat massage the head of his cock.


“I can’t wait to try that virgin ass,” JT said, fucking

slowly in and out of Kyle’s mouth.


He took the boy’s pretty face in his hands, feeling the

softness of his cheeks, watching how Kyle’s pink lips

stretched tight against his dark, thick cock.


“You look so fucking hot baby, on your knees with my

fat black cock stretching your pretty lips,” JT said.


JT tossed his head back and pumped his hips in a

slightly circular motion, speeding up as his throbbing

cock came close to exploding in Kyle’s mouth.


“Get ready to swallow my come, bitch,” JT said, driving

his hips into Kyle’s face.


Kyle struggled to take JT’s cock deep down his throat,

gagging, feeling how his own hard cock strained at his

jeans. Choking on a man’s cock drove Kyle crazy. He

ached to take JT’s load down his throat.


“Oh yeah bitch, you want it. You want my come real bad,

don’t you?”


Kyle grabbed JT’s cock near the base. When JT didn’t

slap him or make him stop, Kyle started jacking him

off, tightening his fist around JT’s slick, throbbing

cock rhythmically.


“Oh fuck, yeah,” JT said, pushing his cock into Kyle’s

grabbing hand.


JT wrapped his fingers into Kyle’s hair and held him

still while he fucked his face.


“Oh yeah bitch,” JT said, breathing hard. “You fucking

suck bitch. Take it. Take my fucking load.”


JT slapped Kyle’s hand away and pumped Kyle’s mouth

harder, choking him on nearly every stroke, breathing

hard, moaning deep in his throat. JT jammed his

throbbing cock down Kyle’s throat again and again, hard

and fast, until finally he crammed his dick deep down

Kyle’s throat, groaning in pleasure. His cock exploded

and sent hot come shooting down Kyle’s throat.


“Swallow it,” JT said, looking down at Kyle with hard

eyes.


Kyle swallowed, working his throat, looking up at JT.


“Good, bitch,” JT said. “I make my girls swallow. Or I

beat their ass.”


He wiped the corners of Kyle’s lips where come had

leaked from his mouth and slid his fingers into the

boy’s mouth, forcing Kyle to lick and suck until his

fingers were clean.


“How you like sucking my dick, boy?” JT said, zipping

his jeans.


Kyle shrugged, unable to make himself meet JT’s eyes

boring down into him. Kyle’s need to suck cock and be a

bitch for a man like JT always embarrassed him.


“Don’t be acting like you didn’t like it, boy. I know a

cock sucking bitch when I see one. Come here,” he said,

pulling Kyle to his feet. He was more careful this

time, so Kyle didn’t feel like his arm was ripping out

of its socket.


“Turn around,” JT said.


Kyle faced the wall and JT pressed real close to him

and reached around to cup Kyle’s bulging crotch.


“Damn,” JT said. He massaged Kyle’s dick through his

jeans. “Look how fucking hard you are, bitch.”


Kyle moaned softly. He was aching to come.


“Take your jeans off,” JT said.


Kyle slid his jeans down his slender hips, shaking

loose of them almost immediately. Now he stood with

just his shirt on and his jockey shorts with an

embarrassing bulge in them. JT unbuttoned Kyle’s shirt

from behind, while he kissed his neck softly.


“I’m gonna give you a taste of what little bitches like

you need,” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.


He slipped the boy’s briefs down and slid the shirt

from Kyle’s slim body, passing his hands gently over

Kyle’s tight round ass.


“You got a pretty ass boy,” JT whispered into Kyle’s

ear. “Soon I’m gonna put you on all fours and fuck this

tight little bitch hole.”


JT ran his rough hands slowly over Kyle’s smooth chest,

paying special attention to the boy’s nipples, ignoring

the way Kyle trembled in his arms.


“Start jacking off,” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.


JT’s promise to fuck his ass terrified Kyle, but he was

desperate to shoot his load after the way JT had fucked

his mouth. Kyle grabbed his cock and started jacking

off.


“Not so fast bitch, enjoy it, go slow.” JT put his big

hand over Kyle’s to show him the slow rhythm he wanted

him to use.


“I only make bitches out of men who want it up the

ass,” JT said into Kyle’s ear. “But you don’t want it

up your ass, right?”


JT lubed two fingers with Vaseline and held them up so

Kyle could see.


“I ain’t gonna hurt you. Don’t do nothing stupid like

trying to fight me,” JT said.


Slowly, JT pressed one lubed finger to Kyle’s ass. The

boy tensed immediately.


“Relax bitch or I’ll make you get my cock hard again.

You want me to ream this virgin ass?”


“Sorry JT,” Kyle said in a low, scared voice.


“Keep working your cock,” JT said.


Kyle tried to relax as he felt a long finger press

slowly into him. JT kissed the side of Kyle’s neck

softly, while he worked his finger into Kyle’s ass

gently.


The feel of something inside his tight ass was new to

Kyle. It felt good. His hand sped up on his hard cock,

but JT slapped Kyle’s bare ass, hard.


“Slower,” JT said. “You better not come ‘til I let you,

boy.”


Kyle slowed down, even though his cock throbbed crazily

in his slick fist.


“You ain’t no bitch. You don’t like it up the ass,

right?” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.


JT felt Kyle’s tight hole open to him and he slid all

the way in. Slowly he started easing another finger

into Kyle’s tight ass while Kyle worked his cock in the

slow rhythm JT had given him.


When both fingers were inside him, JT leaned close to

Kyle and said, “I’m gonna fuck this hot little ass with

my fingers. If you don’t come like a moaning bitch

after I finger your ass, I’ll give you back. I won’t do

nothing to you.”


Slowly JT worked his fingers in and out of Kyle’s ass,

matching the slow rhythm of him jacking off. At first,

Kyle held himself still against JT’s long fingers,

tightening his ass. But his ass loosened up and JT

worked deeper into his tight hole with every stroke,

until finally his long fingers massaged Kyle’s

prostrate.


“Oh fuck,” Kyle said, pressing back into JT’s fingers,

moaning softly.


“Yeah boy, that’s it. Show me how much you hate taking

it up the ass. Show me you ain’t no bitch.”


JT wrapped his muscled arm around Kyle’s waist and

pulled the boy close, keeping his fingers inside Kyle’s

ass. Then he slapped Kyle’s hand away. JT grabbed the

boy’s cock in his strong hand and started jacking him

off in a slow rhythm that made Kyle writhe in his grip.


“You liking it up your ass, bitch?”


“It feels so fucking good,” Kyle said, moaning.


“Yeah, that’s right. Look how hard your cock with my

fingers up your ass.”


JT slid his fingers slowly in and out of Kyle’s ass,

matching the rhythm of his hand on the boy’s cock.


“Only a bitch likes it up the ass. Ain’t that right

boy?”


Kyle rocked his hips, caught between the double

pleasure of JT’s fingers up his ass, and his strong

hand on his cock.


“Yeah,” Kyle said, breathing hard.


“Say it,” JT said, sliding his fingers in and out of

Kyle’s ass real slow. “Tell me.”


He kissed the side of Kyle’s neck, licking up and down

his soft skin.


“Tell me how you’re gonna be my bitch and take it up

the ass,” JT said.


Kyle moaned in helpless pleasure, but he said nothing.


“You want me to stop boy, and handcuff you and make you

sleep like this?”


“No,” Kyle said. “Please. Don’t stop.”


“You know what you got to say boy,” JT said.


“I’m your bitch,” Kyle said, pushing his ass back to

meet JT’s fingers. “I’ll be your girl JT. Let me come,

please,” Kyle begged.


“Oh yeah. I’m gonna let you come just like a bitch, on

your knees.”


JT pulled his fingers out of Kyle’s ass, and spun him

around. Kyle looked up at him in confusion, his hard

cock jutting up between his legs.


“Down,” JT said. “I’m gonna watch you jack off on your

knees, while you tell me what a bitch you are.”


Kyle slipped to his knees, grabbed his throbbing cock

and started jacking off again, moaning and panting

softly.


“Look at me boy,” JT said, standing over him.


Kyle met his dark eyes.


“You’re my bitch now,” JT said, while Kyle jacked off

for him on his knees. He slapped Kyle’s face lightly.

“You understand?”


“Yeah,” Kyle said, sliding his fist up and down his

hard cock.


JT grabbed Kyle’s chin so he could look down into the

boy’s eyes. He loved seeing the need in Kyle’s eyes.


“You’re gonna suck my cock and get fucked up the ass.

How come?” JT said.


Kyle tried to turn away from him, but JT slapped his

face again, harder.


“How come you’re gonna suck my cock and take it up the

ass?” JT said.


Kyle was panting and moaning, looking up into JT’s

hard, merciless eyes.


“‘Cause I’m a bitch,” Kyle said.


A moan of pleasure escaped him.


“Please JT,” Kyle begged. “Please.”


“Yeah. Come on your knees like a bitch. I wanna hear

you say it. Tell me you’re my bitch, over and over,

‘til you shoot.”


“I’m your bitch,” Kyle said, jacking himself off

wildly.


Nothing made JT hotter than forcing a man to make a

bitch of himself for him.


“Louder,” JT said, giving Kyle’s face a rough shake.

“Don’t piss me off.”


“I’m your bitch JT,” Kyle said, loud enough for it to

echo in the small cell.


“Good,” JT said, holding Kyle’s face and looking

straight down into his eyes.


“Keep saying it ‘til you come.”


Kyle slid his fist up and down his slick cock madly,

panting and moaning, saying over and over that he was

JT’s bitch.


“Yeah bitch, come on,” JT said, when he saw Kyle was

close. “Shoot your come on your knees for me.”


Kyle tried to throw his head back, but JT held his

face, looking down into Kyle’s eyes. A final groan of

ecstasy escaped Kyle and he exploded all over his hand.


“Lick it off your hand,” JT said, standing back.


He watched Kyle lick the sticky mess from his hand,

enjoying the way the boy’s face flushed with shame,

thinking about what he’d done. When Kyle had licked the

last of his come from his fingers, JT turned his back

on him and got into his bunk.


“Go to sleep,” he told Kyle. “I’m busting your cherry

tomorrow night.”


He heard the boy climb into the top bunk. JT fell

asleep to the soft sound of Kyle crying in the dark.


CHAPTER II


Kyle sat next to JT at the table in the drafty stone

room that was the prison cafeteria. Voices echoed all

around them, bouncing off the high ceilings. Morning

sun streamed through high windows, glinting off the

dull steel of the tables bolted to the floor.


All the men at the table had the lean, cruel look of

men who’d spent a long time in prison. Their hard

bodies, bristling with muscle, spoke of a hunger for

violence that gave them the look of predators on the

prowl. They were all gladiators. If they weren’t in

prison, they’d be rich from all the money they made for

Purgatory.


“Hey JT, heard you enjoyed your new bitch last night,”

Terence said.


Terence, a black man with thick arms ridged with

muscle, sat across the table from JT. He looked at Kyle

and ran his tongue across his lips.


“Yeah,” Tyrone said. He sat across from JT next to

Terence. He looked like he spent his life pumping iron.

Even his face looked angular with muscle. “I’m your

bitch, JT. I’m your bitch,” Tyrone said in a high

falsetto, pumping his hips on his chair.


Kyle dropped his eyes to his plate of oatmeal, his face

turning a brilliant scarlet.


The whole table of black men laughed.


“Look at that bitch,” Calvin said. “He’s turning all

red and shit. What’s wrong boy, you didn’t like JT’s

fat cock pumping your faggot mouth?”


JT glanced over at Kyle beside him, taking in the boy’s

red face and the way his light brown eyes were bright

with unshed tears under his long lashes.


“Leave him alone,” JT said quietly.


“Come on man, tell us,” Terence said. “Did you fuck the

bitch? He got a tight ass?”


“Nah, he didn’t fuck her,” Tyrone said. “Ain’t nobody

heard no screaming.”


The whole table broke into laughter again. To Kyle they

sounded like hyenas fighting over a fresh kill. He

fought back tears. It would just make things worse if

he cried.


“I said, leave him alone,” JT said in an even quieter

voice.


Kyle looked up at JT, surprised at the anger in his low

voice. He loved the way mood at the table changed. The

other men suddenly looked scared. Kyle was glad.


“Hey man,” Tyrone said, “he’s just a bitch. What the

fuck do you care?”


The table fell silent. All eyes turned to JT.


“You know what your problem is Tyrone?” JT said.


“What?” Tyrone said, loud and cocky. “Bitches can’t get

enough of my dick?”


“No,” JT said, looking at Tyrone mildly. “You’re too

stupid to know when to shut your fucking mouth.”


Tyrone opened his mouth to say something else, but

Calvin said, “Leave it alone Ty. Shut up.”


“Stay away from my bitch,” JT said, looking Tyrone in

the eye. “I let it go last time ‘cause I owed you.

Don’t start no shit with me.”


“Come on, JT, forget it, alright?” Terence said.


After that, Kyle ate his oatmeal in the new, uneasy

silence at the table. In a little while, the men

started talking about the coming games on television.

Soon the ugly sound of a buzzer filled the stone room,

and all the men filed out to their work details.


Kyle hurried out, nearly pushing past JT and the other

men.


“Looks like your new bitch ain’t saying bye,” he heard

Tyrone say.


Kyle pushed his way through the men, heading for his

job at the library.


“Hey boy,” Kyle heard JT saying behind him.


But Kyle kept walking, as if he heard nothing. He’d be

safe once he got to the library. He hoped.


JT’s long strides caught up with him. He grabbed Kyle’s

arm, just outside the men’s room. A uniformed guard

stood by the door. No one was supposed to go in the

bathroom before reporting for work detail. JT walked by

the guard, dragging Kyle along as if the guard were

invisible. The man in uniform watched, but said

nothing. Kyle could have sworn he saw a look of fear

pass briefly across his face when he met JT’s eyes.


Inside the bathroom, JT pushed Kyle into one of the

brick walls.


“What the fuck’s wrong with you bitch? Walking out on

me like that?”


Kyle knew what JT meant. In prison, it was a show of

disrespect when you belonged to a man to get up and

walk off, leaving him sitting at the table the way he’d

done. But Kyle tried to play dumb.


“I didn’t do anything,” Kyle said, looking up into JT’s

black eyes. He tried to push past him. “I have to get

to the library. I’ll get in trouble.”


“Fuck that,” JT said, grabbing Kyle’s arm hard. “You’re

in trouble now bitch.”


JT spun Kyle around to face him, and pushed the boy

into the wall. He tried not to hurt the bitch, but Kyle

hit the wall so hard, it knocked the breath out of him.


“What’s wrong with you? I told them to leave you alone,

didn’t I? I could of made you get on your knees between

my legs and stay like that. You think any guard in

here’s gonna stop me?”


Kyle tried to control his rising temper, but he

couldn’t. All the anger, the frustration, the

humiliation of the way JT’s friends had treated him

came flying out with his words.


“You did it on purpose,” Kyle yelled at JT. “You wanted

them to hear me last night.”


Kyle looked up into JT’s black eyes and saw a dark fury

that filled him with cold terror. Too late, Kyle

realized he’d made a bad mistake.


“JT, please, I didn’t mean-” Kyle tried to say, but JT

slapped his face, hard.


“You’re lucky I like you boy. You’re real lucky I don’t

take you down to the machine shop and share your virgin

ass with my friends,” JT said in a soft voice that

chilled Kyle to the bone.


There would be no arguing with that soft, implacable

voice if JT decided to do that. Kyle did the only thing

he could think of that might calm JT.


“I’m sorry.” Kyle slipped to his knees, and ran his

hands gently over JT’s crotch. “You’re right. I’m your

bitch. I shouldn’t have done that.” Kyle kneaded JT’s

crotch softly, feeling his thick cock stir to life.


“Why you bitches get all embarrassed and shit?” JT

said, stroking Kyle’s cheek. Kyle was relieved to see

that JT’s mood had suddenly changed. “You live in my

cell now, everyone knows you’re sucking my cock and

getting it up the ass. I put you in the corner where

nobody could see you, didn’t I?”


Kyle nodded, trying to put on a look of gratitude he

didn’t feel. “Yeah,” Kyle said, pressing his hands

against JT’s bulging jeans. “You’re right. Let me show

you I’m sorry.”


“That’s better bitch,” JT said, undoing his jeans.


Kyle reached for JT’s hard cock like he was desperate

to suck his dick. But inside he trembled. Kyle was sure

that if he didn’t suck him off real good, JT would take

him to the machine shop and share him with his friends.


JT grabbed Kyle’s hair and slapped his face lightly

when the boy didn’t open his mouth fast enough.


His cheeks stinging from JT’s heavy hand, Kyle

stretched his pink lips around JT’s dark chocolate

cock. It wasn’t like last night. JT was impatient,

driving his cock hard on every stroke, choking Kyle,

looking down into his scared eyes.


“Don’t make me mad boy,” JT said, thrusting his hips

into Kyle’s face. “Or I’ll make it bad for you bitch.

I’ll rent your ass out.”


He fucked deep into Kyle’s mouth, choking him again and

again until tears slipped down his soft cheeks. JT

twined both his powerful hands into Kyle’s hair,

holding him still while he pumped his hard cock in and

out of his soft pink lips.


“Tonight, I’m fucking that pretty virgin ass real

hard,” JT said.


Kyle looked up at JT, his light brown eyes full of

fear.


“That’s right boy, I’m busting your cherry tonight,” JT

said, stroking in and out of Kyle’s hot mouth.


He pumped his thick cock into Kyle’s mouth, changing

his rhythm to short, hard strokes, rocking his hips,

grunting low in his throat with pleasure. He watched

his dark, veined cock sliding in and out of Kyle’s

mouth, seeing how his hard cock stretched the boy’s

lips tight against his throbbing flesh.


“Oh yeah, boy,” JT said, breathing hard. He let go Kyle

and leaned on the wall, pumping his mouth hard. “You’re

gonna be my ass bitch.”


JT grabbed Kyle’s hair again, twining his strong

fingers deep into the boy’s silky hair, and stroked

into Kyle’s mouth in a desperate rhythm, panting and

grunting, his mouth pulled back in a grimace.


“You’re gonna be my girl after tonight. I’m gonna fuck

the shit out of your virgin hole,” JT said.


He fucked Kyle’s mouth hard, holding him still and

helpless in his iron grip, cramming his hard cock meat

down Kyle’s throat again and again.


“Cock sucking bitch,” JT said, panting hard, “Oh fuck,”

he said between clenched teeth. “Take it bitch. Take my

fucking come.”


JT threw his head back, arched his back and pulled

Kyle’s face down on his cock, moaning so low it was

almost a growl of pleasure. Suddenly his driving cock

jetted hot come down Kyle’s throat.


Kyle swallowed JT’s heavy load of thick come, then ran

his tongue along his cock and balls, licking him clean.


“Don’t beat me up,” Kyle pleaded, licking JT’s cock,

looking up at him. Kyle slid his tongue around JT’s

balls, licking at the sticky mess of his drying come.


Over and over Kyle saw Jimmy in his mind, both eyes

blackened, one swollen nearly shut, his lips split, his

arm in a splint.


“I’ll do what you want,” Kyle said, licking JT’s balls

softly, looking up into dark eyes.


“That’s what you said last night, bitch,” JT said,

zipping his jeans. “And by breakfast you was already

pissing me off.”


Kyle was horrified to hear the anger that had been in

JT’s voice before he sucked him off coming back.


“I’m sorry,” Kyle said, in a trembling voice almost too

low to be heard.


Kyle looked down at the floor, sure that JT was about

to make him into Jimmy’s twin. He remembered the scared

look on the guard’s face outside the bathroom. Kyle

knew that nobody would come help him, no matter how

loud he screamed.


Kyle flinched when JT grabbed his face. He squeezed his

eyes shut, tried to be ready for the first fist that

would come driving into his face.


“Look at me boy,” JT said, bending over Kyle.


Kyle’s eyes flew open. JT’s face loomed large over him.


“The last thing you want in this world is to be on my

bad side. Jimmy, he got on my bad side,” JT said in a

soft voice that carried more menace than the loudest

threat. “Next time you think about fucking with me,

don’t do it.”


He turned and walked out, leaving Kyle on his knees,

more scared than he had ever been.


When Kyle got to the library, he expected the guard to

ask him where the fuck he’d been, why he was so late.

But Victor, the CO on duty, only nodded to him, then

went back to the paper he’d been reading.


When Tyrone walked into the library two hours later,

all the prisoners stared at him. Gladiators never used

the library. His big body was outlined under a tight t-

shirt that bulged with hard muscle. Kyle found the

darkest corner between stacks in the big library and

hid.


“Hey boy,” Tyrone said, when he found Kyle’s hiding

place. He’d sniffed him out like a predator. “How come

you’re back here in the dark?”


Kyle shrugged, looking up at Tyrone. He was trapped in

the narrow aisle between stacks. Tyrone’s huge body

blocked his way out. Kyle’s mind raced. He knew trouble

was heading for him like a screaming freight train.


Tyrone came closer to Kyle until he was only inches

from the boy. “Did JT fuck your little bitch ass yet?”


Kyle swallowed, and shook his head, no.


“When he gets a new boy, he fucks ass the first night,

to try him out. Except virgins. He likes to take his

time with virgins. You been fucked up the ass before

boy?”


Tyrone was pressed close to Kyle in the darkness. His

voice was low and intimate, like lovers having sweet

talk.


“No. I’m a virgin.” Kyle was too scared to look up into

Tyrone’s greedy eyes.


Tyrone ran his hand over Kyle’s crotch, felt the

growing hardness there.


“You’re hard boy. How come? You need that little virgin

hole fucked real hard?”


Kyle had gotten hard sucking off JT, but he hadn’t

jacked off. He’d been afraid JT would know somehow.

Now, with Tyrone’s muscled body pressed so close to

him, Kyle was hard again.


“Please-”


But before Kyle could finish, Tyrone grabbed him and

spun him around to face the wall. He undid Kyle’s jeans

and pulled them down along with his cotton briefs. He

pressed his big hand over Kyle’s mouth, muffling the

boy’s cry of surprise.


“I wanna see what JT’s getting,” Tyrone whispered into

Kyle’s ear. “I’m gonna see how tight this virgin ass

is.”


Tyrone stuck a finger in his mouth, then found Kyle’s

hole. He shoved his finger in hard, then jabbed in and

out of Kyle’s hole cruelly, making Kyle groan in pain.


“You’re a fucking tight bitch,” Tyrone said, pulling

his finger out.


He rubbed his hard cock against the boy’s ass roughly.


“You’re lucky you belong to JT. ‘Cause if you was my

bitch I would of raped your virgin ass already and made

you scream real loud.”


Tyrone spun Kyle around to face him and pushed the boy

to his knees. Without saying anything, he took out his

hard cock and grabbed Kyle’s hair.


“You better open your mouth for my cock, bitch. Or I’ll

tell JT you came to me and begged me to let you suck my

cock. You think he wants his bitches sucking cock when

he ain’t around? Remember Jimmy?”


Kyle, haunted by the horrifying memory of Jimmy’s

battered face, opened his mouth.


CHAPTER IV


At lunch, Kyle sat at the table with JT and his

friends, expecting the worst. But Tyrone ignored him,

as if the library had never happened. The men at the

table talked about the game last night and coming bad

weather.


This time, Kyle waited for JT to get up from the table,

like he knew he should, then followed him out of the

cafeteria. JT pulled him into the bathroom again, but

his mood was different this time.


“Hey baby,” JT said, once they were inside.


He pressed Kyle up against a dark brick stone wall. His

palms rested against the brick, beside Kyle’s head. His

heavily muscled body pressed close against Kyle, making

him feel like he was trapped in the shadow of a giant.


“You sucked me off real good this morning.” JT rubbed

his crotch against Kyle, looking down into his eyes,

running his hard fingers along Kyle’s soft lips.


Kyle didn’t know why, but the way JT fucked his face

without caring if he wanted it or not, made Kyle hot

for his cock. JT’s hard, muscled body felt good pressed

up against him. The scent of his sweat, made Kyle’s

cock surge. But Kyle couldn’t get Tyrone’s words out of

his mind.


“What’s wrong baby? How come you’re shaking like that?”

JT said.


Kyle tried to hide his fear by dropping his eyes, but

he JT didn’t let him. He took Kyle’s chin in his hands

and made him look up at him.


“Somebody say something to you? Somebody scared you?”

JT said, his voice low and cold.


Kyle licked his lips, avoiding JT’s hard eyes. “No JT.”


“Nobody said nothing to you?” JT said, grinding his

hips softly into Kyle. The boy could feel JT’s thick

cock rising already.


“No.” Kyle looked down at the floor so he wouldn’t have

to meet the raging hunger in JT’s dark eyes.


JT shook Kyle’s face and looked down into Kyle’s eyes.

He saw a fear that ran deeper than getting his ass

fucked. Something had spooked Kyle, and he was scared

that JT would hurt him real bad.


“I don’t like it when my bitches lie to me,” JT said

quietly.


Kyle gasped, a short whimpering sound, and JT knew he

was right. Something had scared Kyle badly. Or someone.


“Tell me what happened to you boy,” JT said.


He was suddenly different. Instead of pressing close to

Kyle, he stood back, his arms hanging at his sides,

studying Kyle.


“Don’t hurt me,” Kyle said in a low, unsteady voice.

“He made me do it.”


“Who made you do what? Talk to me boy.”


Before Kyle could stop himself, the story of what

happened with Tyrone came pouring out of his lips. He

told JT everything.


“After he came in my mouth, he said he’d be back

whenever he wanted to,” Kyle said, looking up at JT.

“He said if I told you, he’d say it was me who came to

him. But I didn’t JT, I swear. It happened like I told

you.”


For long seconds that seemed like an eternity to Kyle,

JT stood as still as a statue carved from ebony marble.

Then, without warning, JT exploded in rage. He kicked

the bathroom stall behind him hard enough to dent the

solid metal. He heaved a metal garbage barrel at the

polished metal mirror that hung over the sink, scarring

the metal with an ugly scratch. He knocked over the

other two garbage barrels and kicked them all over the

bathroom, making a horrible racket that was terrifying.


Kyle cowered in a corner, watching JT’s rampage,

praying he wasn’t next to get kicked around the stone

floor. When the garbage barrels were dented and twisted

nearly beyond recognition, JT stood over Kyle breathing

hard. Kyle ducked, covering his head with his hands,

cringing in the corner. When JT reached down to pull

him out of the corner, Kyle yelped like a frightened

dog.


“I’m telling the truth, JT,” Kyle managed to say

through his chattering teeth.


“I know you are boy.”


JT’s soft voice surprised Kyle. He risked looking up

into JT’s furious face.


“Relax, bitch. I ain’t hurting you.”


“You’re not?” Kyle said.


“No,” JT said quietly. He pulled Kyle into his arms and

looked down into the boy’s terrified eyes.


“You know what happens now boy?”


Kyle shook his head, looking up into JT’s cold eyes.


“Now me and Tyrone are gonna duel over you. I’m

fighting him for you. There’s gonna be a dark game

tonight. No lights. No cameras. Just us gladiators. And

I’m gonna carve my initials into Tyrone.”


JT’s voice was soft and calm, as if he were talking

about the weather. But his eyes were dark and stormy

with rage.


“Get back to the library. I got things to do.”


JT walked out of the bathroom, kicking aside one of the

garbage barrels he’d knocked over.


CHAPTER III


That night, after dinner, Kyle sat on his bunk, looking

out onto the empty tier. In the cell next to him, he

heard the breathy sound of a man either fucking or

getting his cock sucked. He lay down and tried not to

think about what would happen if Tyrone won the fight

tonight. Kyle would belong to the man who won the duel.

Tyrone’s words came back to Kyle with perfect clarity,

if you was my bitch I would of raped your virgin ass

already and made you scream real loud.


JT walked into their cell and picked up a black bag

that Kyle hadn’t noticed.


“Come on boy,” JT said, looking at Kyle. “Game time.”


Kyle jumped down from his bunk, looking up at JT,

puzzled.


“We can’t leave the cell,” Kyle said. “It’s almost

lights out.”


JT took his hand. “You’re with me now. Come on. Let’s

go.”


Kyle followed JT past guards who acted like they were

both invisible. One guard nodded to JT and asked him

how he was doing. No one tried to stop them.


They left the tier, went down old stone steps that

smelled of sweat and urine, past the first floor. Kyle

counted two flights below the first floor before a big,

black iron door blocked their way.


“Where are we?” Kyle said, looking around in the

darkness.


“Old part of the prison,” JT said, slipping a key from

his pocket.


He slid the skeleton key into the ancient looking lock

and the door opened with a soft creak that spoke of

well oiled hinges. The corridor beyond lay in pitch

black darkness.


Kyle hung back, looking into the darkness. JT pulled a

powerful flashlight from his black bag and took Kyle’s

hand again. On the other side, JT locked the big door.

Now they stood in near total darkness, except for the

narrow beam of the flashlight. The only sound was their

breathing and Kyle’s wildly beating heart.


“Where are we going JT?”


“You’ll see boy.”


JT led Kyle through dark corridors, past closed doors,

deeper into the musty scent of disuse, until finally,

they heard the low murmur of voices up ahead.


They turned a corner and Kyle saw a giant cell that

stood in the middle of a stone floor. Hurricane

lanterns hung from top of the cell on iron hooks,

casting a shifting yellow glow all around. No one was

inside the cell yet. Men crowded around the cell made

way for JT and Kyle. Calvin and Terence waited near the

cell door.


A blond man who looked as big as one of the original

Vikings, came up to JT and clapped him on the back hard

enough to send another man sprawling.


“You show him what’s what JT. He’s made trouble for all

of us.”


“He won’t make no more trouble after tonight, Sven,” JT

said quietly.


“Good,” the blond man said, and walked off, trailing a

slender blonde man behind him.


“You ready?” Calvin said, taking JT’s bag.


“Yeah,” JT said. “Take care of my bitch. Keep him

close.”


“Don’t worry,” Calvin said.


JT took the short handled knife Calvin handed him from

the black bag, then he slid his t-shirt over his head.

His body rippled with solid muscle in the flickering

light.


Calvin pulled Kyle back as JT opened the door to the

giant cell and stepped inside.


“Where’s Tyrone?” Kyle said.


“He’ll be here,” Calvin said.


Terence walked through the crowd of men and stood on

the other side of Kyle.


“You stay close to us boy, hear?” Calvin said.


Kyle nodded, looking into the cell. Men clung to the

outside of the bars, making a living wall around JT. He

stood in the center of the cell, holding his knife. The

crowd buzzed with excitement.


“Where’s the guards?” Kyle said. “It isn’t like this on

TV.”


Terence and Calvin both laughed. “Those games are for

show boy. This is the real thing.”


Silence went through the crowd in a wave, and a path

cleared to let Tyrone through. Two men came were with

him. He took off his black t-shirt, staring across the

crowd at Kyle. He took a curved knife from the man on

his left, then slowly, so that every man there saw what

he did, Tyrone blew Kyle a kiss.


Kyle looked at JT standing in the middle of the cell.

He’d seen what Tyrone did, but his face showed no sign

of anger. The only sign that showed the fury Kyle knew

JT must be feeling was a slight tension that made his

sculpted muscles stand out even more in the flickering

golden light.


Tyrone walked into the cell, followed by the blonde

Viking that Kyle had seen earlier.


When all three men were in the cell, silence fell.


“Tonight is a dark game,” the Viking said in a strong

voice that echoed down the dark halls, “to settle a

duel between gladiators. The man who frees himself with

this key, wins.”


The Viking held up a large, black skeleton key. He

walked out of the large cell, locked the door with the

key, and hung the key beside the lock where it would be

easily reached by a man standing on the other side of

the bars.


JT and Tyrone circled each other in a low crouch. Both

held their knives easily. They were nearly matched in

size and strength. JT was only about an inch taller

than Tyrone. But he was lithe with hard muscle and

graceful on his feet. Tyrone didn’t move with the same

grace and ease as JT. Fear made his movements jittery.

His eyes flicked behind JT, distracted by noises from

the crowd.


JT’s eyes never left Tyrone. His face was impassive,

smooth, as if he were spectator with nothing to win or

lose. When JT struck, no one, including Tyrone,

expected it.


JT’s knife came in under Tyrone’s extended arm in a

rapid swipe. Tyrone jumped back and twisted away, but

not before JT’s knife left a light flesh wound.


“Next time I catch your bitch alone, I’ll fuck him real

hard,” Tyrone said in a low hiss that only JT heard.


JT ignored Tyrone’s words, concentrating on finding

weaknesses in Tyrone’s defense. Words were for

amateurs. JT’s knife did all the talking in a fight.


JT came in for another strike, letting Tyrone think he

was going for his right flank, but at the last moment,

JT twisted back and his knife cut through the tender

flesh of Tyrone’s belly again. Another flesh wound that

stung like hell, but did little harm.


Tyrone was an amateur. He won in the games because he

was matched with men who were stupider than he was. JT

won because he knew how to get to a man’s weakness.

Tyrone’s weakness was his bad temper. JT played to

Tyrone’s weakness, inflicting light, harmless flesh

wounds with his razor sharp knife.


Kyle stood between Calvin and Terence. He grabbed the

bars with white knuckles, his face pressed between

them, watching JT and Tyrone with unblinking attention.

The way JT’s muscles flexed and moved in the shadowy

light made Kyle remember how he’d felt last night and

this morning on his knees between JT’s legs. Seeing the

way JT moved, like a warrior in battle, and knowing

that JT was fighting over him, gave Kyle a raging hard

on that throbbed and ached in his jeans. Kyle wanted

JT. He wanted to suck JT’s cock and hear him groan in

pleasure as he shot hot come down his throat and called

him his bitch over and over.


The two men circled each other in a slow dance. Tyrone

struck out at JT, but JT easily dodged his clumsy

swipes. JT weaved back and forth, and from side to

side, raking his knife through the air, leaving flesh

wounds that stung, but caused no damage. Soon, the

constant badgering from JT’s knife and the jeering

cries of the men in the audience drove Tyrone to do

exactly what JT wanted.


Tyrone lost his temper. He came charging at JT with a

loud cry, his knife held high, his eyes wild with rage.

JT let him come, then side stepped at the last second,

tripping up Tyrone, letting his own weight carry him to

the floor. JT was on him in an instant, his strong arm

wrapped around Tyrone’s throat in a deadly embrace.


Tyrone sputtered and cursed, thrashing wildly, but JT

rode his bucking back like a sailor on a stormy sea.

The men in the audience went wild, cheering JT on. But

when JT showed no signs of letting go of Tyrone’s neck

to let him breathe, a silent hush fell over the

watching men.


In the silence that fell, JT bent low and whispered

into Tyrone’s ear, “I ever catch you near my bitch

again, I’ll kill you.”


He gave one last squeeze, pushing Tyrone into

unconsciousness, then he let him go. Before he got up,

JT used his knife to carve his initials just above

Tyrone’s right shoulder blade. Tyrone would have to

someone carve them out or burn the skin to erase it,

unless Tyrone wanted to become someone’s bitch.


JT wiped his knife on his pants, and went to the cell

door, where the key hung waiting for him outside the

bars.


Behind JT Tyrone rose to his feet, like a man rising

from a drugged sleep. His eyes focused blearily on JT,

and he came after him, gaining speed with all the grace

of a charging bull.


JT whirled to face him, his knife up, ready to carve

into Tyrone for real this time.


“You wanna die tonight?” JT said quietly.


Tyrone looked around at the shadowy square, seeking a

friendly face. Finding none, he looked back at JT.

Tyrone held up both hands in a gesture of surrender and

dropped his knife at JT’s feet.


“I didn’t think so,” JT said, and deliberately turned

his back on Tyrone. He’d already decided that if Tyrone

came at him again, he’d kill him. No more talk.


Tyrone decided to live and JT reached through the bars

and got the key that unlocked the cell. Calvin and

Terence met him outside the door. They tried to hold

Kyle back, but JT signaled to them to let him go. Kyle

ran to JT, running his hands quickly over his sweaty

body.


“Are you ok?” Kyle said.


“Yeah boy,” JT said. “Fucking punk didn’t lay a finger

on me.”


Behind them Tyrone slammed through the open door and

made his way through the crowd without a backward

glance at JT.


“What about him?” Calvin said, looking at Tyrone’s

retreating back. “You want us to do anything?”


JT shook his head. “No. Not unless he fucks with us.”


Calvin nodded, but he looked at JT with obvious

displeasure in his hard eyes.


“Leave him alone,” JT said, meeting Calvin’s hard eyes.

“Don’t make trouble where we don’t need it.”


Calvin held up both hands. “I won’t do nothing to his

punk ass unless he crosses me.”


JT nodded and grabbed Kyle’s hand. “Come on boy.”


Men made way for JT and Kyle, making a narrow aisle in

the crowd for them. JT led Kyle down twisting stone

corridors, guiding them with the strong flashlight he’d

taken from his black bag. The noise of the men had

fallen behind them a long time ago.


“We’re not going back upstairs?” Kyle said, peering

into the darkness that pressed all around him.


“No baby,” JT said, pulling Kyle along. “I’m taking you

on a date.”


Kyle fell silent, and concentrated on following JT

through the twisting darkness. A few times Kyle thought

he heard far away screams. He asked JT about it, but he

wouldn’t answer Kyle. When Kyle thought he could stand

no more of following JT’s flashlight beam through coal

black darkness, JT said, “Stay here.”


Kyle panicked when JT let go of his hand and walked on,

until he realized that JT wasn’t going far. They’d

stopped in front of a cell that was three times the

size of the cells in the main prison.


JT walked into the cell, taking a lighter from his

pocket. Kyle watched while JT went around the cell,

lighting fat midnight blue candles that were already

there. He could tell from the way wax had melted down

the sides of the candles that this room had been used

before. It didn’t have the same smell of disuse as the

rest of the abandoned prison.


As JT lit candles, Kyle saw red brick walls emerge from

the dark shadows. The candles revealed a stained stone

floor, and a strangely new mattress on an old prison

cot. A wooden table that had been new when this part of

the prison was built, stood in one corner. Black

handcuffs hung from the iron bars to Kyle’s left, just

the right height to handcuff someone to the bars,

standing up.


JT lay on the wide cot on his side, one leg up, and

patted the mattress next to him.


“Come here baby,” JT said softly.


Kyle knew he had no choice. There was nowhere to run.

Even if he was willing to brave the pitch blackness

beyond the candlelight, Kyle would never find his way

out of the dark maze. Kyle walked into the cell, and

sat stiffly on the mattress beside JT.


“You want me to take off my clothes?” Kyle said,

looking down at his hands.


“No boy,” JT said, running his big, strong hands over

Kyle’s slender body. “I’ll take them off.”


Kyle swallowed back his fear. At least he knew JT

wasn’t going to just handcuff him to the bars and rape

him raw. He would have done that already. Wouldn’t he?


Kyle heard JT take off his shirt. He turned to look at

his sculpted body in the candlelight. His chest and

belly rippled with dark muscle. Sweat clung to him from

the gladiator fight. Seeing JT fight over him had made

Kyle incredibly hot for him. But Kyle didn’t want JT to

fuck his ass. Kyle wanted to slip to his knees between

JT’s strong legs and pleasure his thick cock while JT

told him what a bitch he was.


“Come here baby,” JT said, pulling Kyle against him.

When he felt how stiffly the boy rested against him, he

said, “Relax boy. I ain’t gonna hurt you.”


JT ran his hands slowly down Kyle’s body, sliding up

under his t-shirt and caressing his hairless chest.


“You’re soft,” JT said, sliding his calloused fingers

across Kyle’s sensitive nipples. “I like my girls to be

soft like you.”


Kyle slowly relaxed as JT fondled his body, running his

big hands down between Kyle’s legs, feeling how the

boy’s cock bulged against his jeans. JT pressed his

back up against the wall and opened his legs. He pulled

Kyle close, so the boy’s head rested on his muscular

chest and Kyle’s ass pressed up against JT’s crotch.


As JT ran his hands over Kyle’s body slowly, he

whispered into his ear.


“I ain’t had a virgin in a long time.”


JT ran his hands up under Kyle’s thin cotton t-shirt

again and found his pink nipples and twisted gently. He

kissed the side of Kyle’s neck softly, his breath hot

against his neck.


“Don’t fight me,” he whispered, while he worked Kyle’s

nipples. “I’ll make it good for you, bitch.”


Kyle, who wanted nothing more at that moment than to

feel JT’s thick cock stretching his lips, moaned

softly, letting his head fall back against JT’s broad

chest.


“That’s it boy,” JT said, licking and kissing Kyle.

“You’re mine. Give in to it.”


When JT slipped Kyle’s t-shirt over his head, the boy

was glad to be free of the thin cotton. Now he could

feel the hardness of JT’s muscled chest pressing up

against him, skin to skin. Kyle squirmed as JT ran his

big hands over his body, down between his legs.


“I’ll be good, JT,” Kyle whispered. “I won’t fight.”


“Yeah boy,” JT said, rubbing his rough palms against

Kyle’s nipples. “That’s right. Be a good bitch. ‘Cause

you’re getting my cock up your virgin hole tonight. You

can get it hard or easy, up to you. Understand?”


“Yeah,” Kyle said, lifting his hips as JT’s strong hand

kneaded his cock through his jeans.


Kyle felt JT unzip his jeans, but he wasn’t afraid. He

wanted to feel JT’s big hands on his cock. He was

desperate for JT to jack him off. JT reached inside the

boy’s jeans and rubbed his hand against the thin fabric

of his briefs, teasing Kyle’s hard cock.


“Fuck boy,” JT said. “This cock is so hard. You want me

to fuck your ass that bad?”


Kyle moved his hips, pressing into JT’s hand. “No. I

wanna suck your dick,” Kyle said, moving rhythmically,

wishing JT would close his fist around his throbbing

cock. “And feel your come jetting down my throat.”


“If you’re a good bitch,” JT said, reaching into Kyle’s

briefs and taking his throbbing cock into his fist.

“I’ll let you suck me and jack off.” He slid his fist

up and down Kyle’s hard cock, slick with pre come.

“I’ll let you come on your knees with my hard cock in

your mouth. You want that boy?”


“Yeah,” Kyle said, pumping his hips in and out of JT’s

fist.


“Take my cock up that virgin hole like a good bitch,

and I’ll let you come like that.”


JT slid his fingers into Kyle’s mouth, making the boy

lick the sticky pre-come from his fat fingers. Then he

slid his hand down Kyle’s body, between his legs, to

his ass.


“I bet this ass is aching for something good and hard,”

JT said.


Kyle tensed up the moment he felt JT’s big finger at

the entrance to his ass.


“Relax bitch,” JT said quietly. “Don’t piss me off.”


JT circled the outside of the trembling boy’s hole with

his finger, kissing Kyle’s neck softly, then he rested

his finger against the virgin tightness and let Kyle’s

writhing ass push onto his finger. JT slid his slick

fist slowly up and down Kyle’s throbbing cock, while he

fingered the boy’s hot hole.


“Oh yeah boy,” he whispered into Kyle’s ear. “This fuck

hole’s so ready for my dick.”


Kyle’s grasping ass throbbed around JT’s finger as he

slid slowly in and out of the boy. Still jacking off

Kyle’s dick, JT slid another finger into his ass

slowly.


“After tonight, you’ll be my girl,” JT said into Kyle’s

ear. “Cause I’m gonna fuck this virgin hole real good

and make you take it like a bitch.”


JT moved his fingers in and out of Kyle’s writhing ass

while he worked the boy’s cock. JT’s thick cock was

pressed up against the boy’s wriggling ass, throbbing

wildly. He ached to sink into his new bitch’s tight

hole.


“This ass is hungry for something bigger, ain’t it?” JT

said.


JT stroked Kyle’s slowly, fingering Kyle’s ass, feeling

how the boy’s cock throbbed in his fist, and how his

hot ass grabbed at JT’s fingers inside him. When JT

felt Kyle jerk against his moving fist and knew the boy

was almost ready to shoot, JT let go of Kyle’s cock,

but kept fingering his ass.


“I’m ready for you bitch,” JT said. “My cock’s so hard

thinking about fucking your virgin ass,” JT said,

sliding his fingers in and out of Kyle’s hungry ass.


Kyle writhed on JT’s fingers, trying to get them deeper

inside him. He needed to feel something hot and hard up

his ass. He needed JT’s cock inside him.


“Yeah,” Kyle said, moving against JT’s hard body.

“Please, fuck me. I want your cock in my ass.”


“Yeah boy,” JT said, slipping his fingers out of the

boy and pushing him away. “I’m gonna fuck that tight

virgin hole real good.”


JT rose from the bed and slipped out of his jeans. Kyle

sat on the bed, his back against the wall his legs

spread, looking at the way JT’s hard swollen cock

jutted up past his navel. Suddenly Kyle was scared

again. JT’s cock was so thick.


JT saw fear come over the boy’s face. “Get on all fours

for me,” he said, standing next to the bed, running his

hands over Kyle’s body.


Kyle got on his hands and knees, closing his eyes. JT

moved Kyle’s arms out from under him, so his head

rested on the mattress, and his ass stuck up high.


“Spread your legs,” JT said, caressing Kyle’s trembling

ass.


Kyle spread his legs wide, exposing his pink virgin

hole to JT’s hungry eyes.


“Real nice, bitch,” JT said, lubing his swollen cock.


He grabbed Kyle’s hips, felt him tense up. “You best

relax bitch, or my dick will tear you in two.”


JT rubbed his hard cock against the entrance to Kyle’s

hot hole, pressing the head of his cock against Kyle’s

ass, feeling the heat of his tightness.


“Oh yeah bitch,” JT said, easing his cock head into

Kyle. “Here I come for your virgin ass.”


Kyle gasped in pain as the thick head of JT’s dick went

into his ass. He bit his lip, trying to stay still,

trying not to make JT mad at him.


JT moaned softly, feeling the way Kyle’s sweet ass

grabbed his cock head, pulsing around his hard fuck

meat. When the head of his cock was all the way inside

the boy, he held himself still, fighting to control

himself. He’d won Kyle’s ass in front of all the prison

gladiators. JT ached to plunge deep into Kyle’s hot

tightness and claim his victory.


“Oh fuck,” JT said, rocking his hips, pressing his ten

inch cock into Kyle’s hole slowly. “I forgot how good

virgin ass is.”


Kyle gasped and groaned in pain as JT’s thick cock

stretched his tight hole. JT was so big, it felt like

his ass was splitting wide open to take his dick.


“Please JT,” Kyle begged. “I can’t. It hurts so bad.”


“Shut the fuck up,” JT said, inching into Kyle. “You’re

my girl now. Get used to my cock stretching your bitch

hole.”


Kyle pressed his face into the mattress, groaning in

pain, his whole body tense and trembling.


The way the boy’s virgin hole quivered around his

throbbing cock, and the sound of Kyle’s muffled groans

of pain made JT crazy. A primitive part of him took

over, driving him wild with lust. His mind filled with

the need to sink his cock deep into the boy’s virgin

hole and feel Kyle’s pulsing ass grab his dick. With

his cock only halfway inside the boy, JT grabbed Kyle’s

hips in a harsh grip and pulled Kyle’s ass onto his

cock, driving deep into him at the same time.


Kyle cried out, and struggled, but JT was too strong

for him. JT drove into the writhing boy’s ass again and

again feeling how his sweet virgin hole pulsed around

his cock. Kyle fought, bucking against JT, trying to

escape the pain in his ass, but it was no use.


“Fucking bitch,” JT said, slamming his cock into Kyle’s

ass. “Take my cock.”


JT rode Kyle hard, grunting and moaning, like a

stallion breeding a mare. The sound of Kyle’s moans of

pain echoed in JT’s ears, making his cock throb

hungrily inside the boy’s hot ass.


“You ain’t no virgin no more.” JT pounded the boy’s

quivering hole. “You’re my fucking ass bitch now.”


JT fucked Kyle hard, grunting like an animal, his balls

slamming into the struggling boy’s ass over and over.

Sweat slid down JT’s muscled chest. JT gripped Kyle’s

hips so hard, his sculpted arms strained in the

candlelight. Kyle whimpered in pain, struggling weakly

in JT’s hard grip.


“Fucking virgin hole’s so good and tight around my

dick.” JT threw his head back like a warrior claiming

the spoils of victory.


The stone room was full of the sounds of fucking. JT’s

low moans echoed off the brick walls. Kyle’s whimpering

groans of pain were nearly lost under the harsh sound

of JT hammering into his ass, making loud slapping

noises as his swollen cock sank deep into Kyle again

and again.


“Oh yeah bitch.” JT pumped Kyle’s ass with a new

urgency. “You’re my girl now.”


JT fucked Kyle’s ass hard, lost in the pleasure of the

boy’s tight hole pulsing around his throbbing cock.

JT’s whole body strained. He clenched his teeth. He was

so fucking close.


“You’re gonna take my load, bitch.”


JT’s voice was low and guttural, his breathing harsh

and ragged. He dug his strong fingers into Kyle’s ass,

holding him tight while he pumped hard into Kyle’s

quivering hole. JT groaned as he felt his heavy balls

clench. He grabbed Kyle even tighter and jammed his

thick cock hard into the boy’s ass, moaning low in his

throat.


“Take it bitch,” JT said in a strangled voice. “Take my

load.”


JT grunted and groaned as his cock twitched deep inside

the boy’s hot hole, then he went rigid and jammed his

hips convulsively into Kyle, as his cock exploded hot

come deep in the boy’s ass.


“Oh fuck,” JT said, pulling out of Kyle’s ass.


JT collapsed on the bed beside the trembling boy,

breathing hard.


“Your virgin ass was a sweet fuck,” JT said.


“I’m sorry,” Kyle was saying over and over. “Don’t beat

me up JT. I’m sorry. I tried, but you hurt me so bad.”


Kyle was curled into a ball facing JT, shaking all

over, begging JT not to hurt him. When JT reached to

pull Kyle close, the boy cried out and scrambled

further into the corner, away from him.


“Come here bitch,” JT said, grabbing Kyle’s arm, and

pulled him closer.


When the terrified boy looked up at him in the

candlelight, JT said, “I ain’t gonna do nothing to you.

It was my fault. I shouldn’t of done you like that.”


He pulled Kyle into his strong arms, and waited ‘til

the boy’s breathing calmed down.


“Don’t beat me up, JT,” Kyle said. It was as if JT’s

words didn’t penetrate Kyle’s fear. “Please. I’m sorry.

I didn’t mean to fight you.”


“You ain’t done nothing boy,” JT said, running his hand

over Kyle’s ass. “I ain’t gonna hurt you.”


When JT felt Kyle relax against him, he said, “You were

a good bitch. But that virgin ass just about drove me

crazy.”


Kyle said nothing, still trembling in his arms. JT

moved Kyle’s hand to his cock, while he reached over

and took Kyle’s dick in his fist.


“Come on, boy,” JT said, moving his fist up and down

Kyle’s cock, “get me hard again so I can give you what

little bitches like you want – a big load in your

mouth.”


Kyle’s fist closed around JT’s semi-hard cock and

started stroking him, bringing his fuck meat back to

life, while JT stroked the boy’s rising cock.


“You still wanna come with my hard cock in your mouth?”

JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.


The boy’s cock was already hard in his fist, and Kyle

had forgotten his fear.


“Yeah,” Kyle said, moaning softly while they stroked

each other.


“Yeah bitch?” JT said, stroking Kyle’s cock. “After I

reamed your ass, you still want a load down your

throat?”


“Yeah,” Kyle said again, feeling JT’s cock grow rock

hard in his fist.


“Tell me bitch,” JT said in a low voice, “tell me what

you want.”


“I wanna suck your cock,” Kyle said, lifting his hips

up and down, sliding his cock in and out of JT’s fist.

“I wanna come while I take your load.”


“You hot little bitch,” JT said.


He got up and stood next to the bed, his muscular legs

spread wide, his hard cock jutting up.


“Get over here boy,” JT said.


Kyle hurried from the bed and knelt in front of JT. He

took JT’s cock into his mouth and started stroking his

own meat. But JT stepped back, pulling his cock out of

Kyle’s mouth. He slapped the boy’s face lightly.


“I didn’t say you could jack off, bitch,” JT said,

looking down at him.


Kyle looked up at him, scared all over again.


“First you’re gonna show me what a real good cock

sucker you are,” JT said, stroking his own meat. “If I

like how your bitch mouth feels on my cock, I’ll let

you jack off and I’ll give you a load in your mouth. If

you don’t do it how I like it, I’ll put you on all

fours and come up your ass again.”


JT liked seeing the fear in Kyle’s eyes as he slipped

his thick cock back into the boy’s mouth.


“Yeah boy, that’s it,” JT said, sliding in and out of

Kyle’s mouth. “Show me what a bitch you are. Suck my

cock after I reamed your virgin hole.”


JT twisted his powerful fist into Kyle’s hair, holding

his face still while he thrust slowly in and out of

Kyle’s mouth.


“I’m gonna teach you how to be my girl,” JT said.

“You’re gonna take my cock up your ass, down your

throat. You’re gonna bend over when I snap my fingers

bitch.”


Kyle took JT’s cock deep down his throat, loving the

feel of his thick meat filling his throat with each

deep thrust. He moaned softly while he sucked JT’s hard

dick, desperate to jack off his own throbbing cock. The

way JT called him a bitch and fucked his face real hard

made Kyle desperate to come.


“That virgin ass was so good and tight,” JT said,

pumping harder into Kyle’s mouth. “I’m gonna fuck that

bitch hole every chance I get, boy.”


Kyle looked up at him with scared eyes, while JT fucked

his face, filling his mouth with his dark chocolate

dick.


“How come you look scared boy?” JT said, in a low,

cruel voice. “You better get used to my fat cock up

your bitch ass.”


JT settled into a hard rhythm, fucking Kyle’s face in

short, fast thrusts, holding his hair tight, forcing

the boy to take his cock deep.


“Stroke your cock, boy,” JT said, looking down at Kyle.

“But you better not come ‘til I say so, bitch.”


Kyle grabbed his cock in his fist and started jacking

off. He moaned softly as JT fucked hard into his mouth,

grinding his hips into Kyle’s face.


“You’re my girl now,” JT said, riding Kyle’s mouth.

“You only come with my hard cock in your mouth or up

your ass. I better not catch you jacking off again,

bitch.”


JT fucked Kyle’s face harder, driving his cock deep

down the boy’s throat, gagging him on nearly every

stroke. He felt the boy’s body tense, knew the bitch

was about to come.


“You better not, bitch,” JT said, fucking Kyle’s face.

“You don’t come ‘til I say so. Get your hand off your

cock.”


Even though he was seconds away from getting the

release he desperately needed, Kyle let go of his

throbbing cock, too scared of JT to disobey him.


“Yeah boy,” JT said, thrusting hard into Kyle’s mouth.

“I’m gonna hump your pretty face and watch you come

while I shoot my load down your throat.”


JT ground his hips into Kyle’s face, moaning deep in

his throat, his head rolled back, his eyes closed. He

fucked Kyle’s face using long strokes, pulling nearly

all the way out of his mouth until only his cock head

was between Kyle’s lips. Then he pumped back into his

mouth, going deep, feeling Kyle’s throat clench around

his cock.


“You got a hot fucking mouth, bitch,” JT said. He

pulled his hard dick out of Kyle’s mouth and pressed

his cock against the boy’s yielding lips.


“Show me how much you want my cock,” JT said. “Open

your mouth real wide for me.”


Kyle opened his mouth and JT slid his cock between his

waiting lips, enjoying the sight of Kyle on his knees,

his dick hard, hungry for JT’s load down his throat.


“That’s it boy. Open your mouth for my cock after I

fucked you hard,” JT said. He grabbed Kyle’s hair and

fucked his face in a sweet rhythm that made his cock

throb with aching need.


“Oh yeah boy,” JT said, between clenched teeth, “I’m

about to shoot. Jack off you little cock sucker.”


JT pulled Kyle’s face down on his cock, fucking his

face hard while he watched the boy jack off, sliding

his fist up and down his cock, slick with pre-come,

moaning around JT’s dick. It drove JT wild to see his

dark cock stretching the boy’s pink lips, and hear him

moaning while he sucked him off.


“Oh yeah, bitch, suck it,” JT said, pumping Kyle’s

mouth hard. “Take my cock.”


Kyle sucked on JT’s throbbing meat while he jacked off,

moaning around the big dick in his mouth.


“Oh fuck,” JT said, hissing his breath between clenched

teeth. “Here I come, bitch.”


JT’s whole body tensed and he grunted and moaned. His

tight balls spasmed. JT felt Kyle tremble against him.


“Swallow my load, bitch.”


As JT’s cock jetted hot come down Kyle’s throat, the

boy moaned one last time and his cock exploded as he

swallowed JT’s come.


With his mouth full of the bitter, salty taste of JT’s

hot come, Kyle looked up at him, his lips framed in

white.


“You’re mine boy,” JT said, wiping his come from Kyle’s

lips. He stuck his fingers into the boy’s mouth, making

him suck them clean, then he pulled Kyle’s face into

his crotch and made him lick his cock and balls clean.


Later, they lay together on the bed, Kyle curled up

beside JT.


“I’m putting my name on your ass,” JT said quietly.


Kyle’s heart knocked hard in his chest at the thought

of a tattoo.


“What will it say?” Kyle said.


“‘JT’s Bitch.’”


Kyle knew he had no choice, so he lay in silence for a

long time, thinking.


“Can I ask you something?” Kyle said after a while.


“What?” JT was lying on his back, his fingers laced

behind his head, looking up into the flickering

darkness.


“Did I make you mad? Is that why you fucked me so

hard?”


Kyle lay in the darkness, curled into a ball, facing

JT, but not touching him. JT took so long answering

that Kyle was afraid he’d said something wrong.


“I don’t like you asking me questions like that,” JT

said. His voice was low and hard in the dark shadows.


“Sorry, JT,” Kyle said, keeping his voice soft and low.


“You’re my girl now.” JT turned on his side, and

reached for Kyle.


Kyle cringed, pressed himself closer to the wall behind

him. “Don’t hit me, JT. I’m sorry.”


JT ran his rough hand over Kyle’s smooth, round ass.

“If I feel like fucking you hard, you’ll take it hard.

Any questions?”


Kyle shook his head, and lay in silence beside JT. The

hard coldness in JT’s voice gave Kyle a strange comfort

he’d never felt before. In a deep part of him, he liked

getting on his knees for a man like JT. He liked the

way JT called him a bitch and forced him to suck his

cock, then lick his cock and balls clean. No man had

ever forced him the way JT did. It satisfied a deep

hunger in Kyle that no lover had ever touched.


And Kyle knew that sooner or later, he’d want JT’s cock

inside him again. Even though his ravaged ass throbbed

with dull pain, Kyle already felt empty without JT

inside him. Kyle knew it was only a matter of time

before he craved feeling JT’s thick cock stretching his

tight hole again.


Kyle drew closer to JT and timidly pressed his hand to

JT’s chest, trailing his fingers over his hard muscle.

When Kyle took the box of pink candy from JT yesterday,

he’d known it would lead to this.


“JT?”


JT rested his hand on Kyle’s ass, looking down at the

boy.


“What?”


Kyle looked up into JT hard eyes and said, “Thanks for

the candy.”


A hint of a smile touched JT’s dark eyes. Kyle knew

that there would be no escaping the fate that waited

for him in JT’s gleaming eyes. Now Kyle was a prisoner

to JT’s harsh, unyielding demands. But tonight Kyle had

discovered that he didn’t want to be free. He needed to

belong to a man like JT. Kyle pressed closer to JT.

When JT wrapped his strong arm around him, Kyle knew

that he had ventured into undiscovered, virgin

territory.


END


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