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Fucked Up Saturday
DATE: 27 Sep 2008, 12:05 pm / MOOD: Other
Spent my day smokin' pot and workin' the local bookstore gloryholes! My cock is raw from all the mouth and ass action it got. I ended up in a 2 holess booth sucking cock and getting gang fucked. Who wants to come over and suck this hot man butter from my ass??
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DATE: 10 Jun 2008, 4:30 pm / MOOD: Other
Sorry guys my page is all out of date..I am gonna redo this weekend! Keep It Sloppy
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About Ta Be A Pig
DATE: 06 Dec 2007, 1:11 pm / MOOD: Other
Stoned as fuckright now and I got me a hit of Acid...about to hit the bookstores and may take a ride to the rest area (hope to have much to talk about Friday) Pig
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Caught In The Act
DATE: 22 Oct 2007, 4:31 pm / MOOD: High
I don't know how many times I've been robbed. It was always summer time, during
the day when I was at work, and they always seemed to know when I wasn't home.
I'd followed police advice and added alarms, made sure no papers were left
around the lawn, and I even added a synthesized voice which activated when there
was movement around the outside of my house which said, "I'm calling the cops,
now get the Hell out of here."
No bones about it, getting your house robbed isn't any fun at all. This time
however, I resolved myself to get whom ever it was and make sure they never
victimized me again! I wasn't sure what that meant however. You see,
intentionally catching someone in the act of committing a felony is like a dog
chasing a car. I really didn't have any idea what I'd do if I did catch the
culprit.
The robber could be a stressed out drug addict who'd possibly do me more harm
than I would him. Police suggested however that since it was summer time, it
was probably the act of neighborhood kids. No criticism towards them but they
couldn't help me. After all with a population of 3.5 million, I'm just another
number in the statistical page of big city living and with one cop for every
2,300 + people, chances are slim that my particular criminal would never get
caught unless it was by accident.
I had a plan however and nothing was going to stop me from executing it. I went
to a surveillance specialty store and bought the smallest color cameras I could
find. I installed them behind dummy light switches, clocks, ceiling fans, etc.
I hid the video recorder under a hallow inside the steps leading to my garage.
I figured if I couldn't catch them one way I'd catch them another.
The next part of my scheme was simple. I bought a vault and placed it in such a
position that in order to open the door, you'd have to put your hand inside a
hole in a metal beam which would release a pivot and allow the anchored vault to
turn for opening. The beam was against the wall, which I'd built a small secret
room, which I planned to hide in once everything was in place.
Now I know what you're probably thinking; this guy must be rich. Nothing could
be further from the truth. While I am in the computer industry, never being
married, never having kids, and being gay does free up alot of income for
personal use. I grew up where saving for your future, getting an education, and
working hard meant not paying high interest rates for loans (but that's another
story).
Summer time arrived as it usually did. The sun baked everything in its sight,
kids got out of school, and the parks bustled with activities ranging from
swimming at the local pool to picnics under shady trees. I preferred the
indoors to all of the outside activities during the day. I enjoyed the nights,
dinner, restaurants, comedy clubs, movies, and mall shopping. Don't get me
wrong, I am in good shape for a 32-year-old male.
At 5'11" and 190 pounds I worked out at my favorite health spa for a good hour a
day and I do watch what I eat. People always said how young I looked with sandy
brown hair, a smooth face and a swimmers build it was no wonder why I was so
misleading in the age category. Most thought I was 20, and even though I could
have swooned most women, I just wasn't attracted to them. I preferred young men
18 to 20 or so. Young looking like myself who could get into the bars and
nightclubs but would get carded each and every time. It was my way of
confirming their age without being too obvious and I always sprung for dinner
just for the sake of the company. This summer was going to be a little
different however. This year I was going on a quest to find out who was robbing
my house.
I made my final purchases - handcuffs, thumbcuffs, mace, electronic stun baton,
beanbag gun, and yes, a handgun. I have always been a pretty good shot thanks
to Marine training, but that's my last resort and it would definitely depend on
the situation. Now all I had to do was wait and be there when my house was
being broken into.
Three weeks had past. I was getting pretty frustrated. Not only was this quest
cutting into my social time, but I was running out of vacation time as well. I
drove my car away every morning as usual, and then I'd sneak back to my house
via bus within 15 minutes and wait in my little secret room. Thank God for
miniature TV's with headphones or I'd have had to break silence and entertained
myself accordingly. I knew I could do the same thing with my surveillance
monitor, but I was desperate to make sure no one surprised me.
With noontime approaching and hunger ruling my desire more than my quest, I
turned off my miniature TV and was getting ready to leave my secret room when I
heard a noise coming from outside one of my windows. I switched camera views
until I could see a young boy about the age of 18 switching off the power to my
alarms and bypassing my tampering modem, which would normally call authorities.
I was amazed that someone so young could handle my security system like it was
his personal home entertainment unit. Luckily I had my hidden camera system on
separate powering and that switch was hidden in my garage directly behind my
outside breaker box.
Another boy pulled up in a nice car and accompanied the first boy to the
backyard where they simply hopped the block wall and moved to the back of the
house away from passing motorists and suspecting neighbors. As all plans do
have one flaw, mine certainly did. I was going to call the police when I
realized that I didn't install a phone in my secret hiding spot and it was too
late to go for the cordless. Within moments, both boys had my backdoor unlocked
and were in my house.
My heart raised as I watched the two. The first boy was dressed loosely. A
tight tank top T shirt, baggy pants that could fit 2 of him inside were sagging
half way down his ass making for a beautiful view of his boxers where I could
see where the buns creased the material. I could feel my cock starting to
twitch already. As he got ever so close to one of my cameras I could see his
sparkling blue eyes, blonde hair, and smooth innocent facial features. HE WAS
CUTE!!! As he rummaged through my bookcase, another camera caught a nice view
of the bulge hidden in his pants.
His friend wasn't so bad himself! He was taller than the other was but just as
smooth looking. He wasn't wearing a shirt and it presented quite a challenge to
keep an eye on both while viewing his slender smooth boyhood features. I
couldn't believe how well these cameras worked as this boy rummaged through my
bedroom. His pants were baggy as well but they were what I guessed were called
shorts by today's standards. His legs were only slightly fuzzy so I guessed he
was the younger of the two. Being so thin, his shorts kept him bizzy pulling
them back up every third step or change in body position. His boxers were more
like underpants with legs and once his shorts dropped so far that I could see
his thin lanky cock laying beside his right leg.
Finally after throwing various jewelry in the center of my bed, he stumbled onto
my gay videotapes and magazines. My cock stiffened so bad by now that I had to
unbutton my pants and let it at least expand more within my underwear. I
could tell he was captivated as his shorts dropped down only this time he let
them fall all the way to the ground and stepped out of them. His cock stretched
the fabric of his underwear like the center post of a massive tent. As he
thumbed through some of my videos, he stopped at one and put it in the VCR and
started to play it. He was clearly aroused and his hand was fondling himself
through the opening in the front of his boxer briefs. I couldn't believe my
eyes. Here this kid was in the middle of robbing my house and he was so hard
that he had to stop the robbery to jerk his meat.
As he watched the video more and more, he removed the sheet with the jewelry in
the center and set it on the floor like a hobo's bag or something. By now I was
down to my briefs as well. His buddy still in the other room had one of my
VCR's setting by the door as well as both portable TVs, the microwave, my
laptop, and a suitcase which he filled with CDs to pawn. I noticed he'd kicked
off his pants as well but it seemed to be done more out of necessity than sex
drive.
I could make out the tip of his cock peaking out through the cotton opening and
I could even see some pubic hairs joining the ringmaster behind the
canvas. I'd almost forgot about my plan as I listened and watched the boy in
the bedroom whip out his cock and mimic the movie. As the sounds of masculine
slurping, moaning, and pleasure filtered it's way down the hallway from the
bedroom, the boy who was building up his stash in front of the door finally
found his way into the room where my vault was located and I was hidden.
It was almost like being snuck up on from behind while you were enjoying the
most intense hard on you've ever had only this one only got harder as I readied
my handcuffs to lock the boy in place once he put his hand through the opening.
Pre cum was filling the front of my briefs and it was all I could do to not
stroke my meat until I shot a hot steamy load all over my stomach and floor.
I glanced quickly at the bedroom monitor and saw his buddy found some of my toys
and started to play with them. He'd removed all of his cloths by now and I
could see the sphincter of his ass inhaling my vibrator. It looked as though
he'd shot one load and was working on load number two. Suddenly I saw what I'd
been waiting for. A slender delicate hand came through the hole in the beam in
an effort to pull the pivot switch for the vault. I had him. I clasped one
side of the cuffs to his wrist, and before he could do anything, I pulled half
of his arm through the hole and locked the other side of the cuffs to a solid
steal waterpipe. He started to yell but stopped when he saw me come from behind
the vault with duct tape in my hands.
He didn't look me in the face like I thought he would but then again, how many
homeowners do you know that would render a robber helpless with a raging hard on
and cum soaked briefs. I quickly taped his mouth shut before he could regain
his composure and scream some more. Since I knew what his friend was doing, I
couldn't help myself so I grabbed my scissors and cut away the rest of his
clothing. My, my, my was he drop dead gorgeous.
Only slight clumps of hair under his armpits and silky smooth skin that outlined
every muscle he had. As his tank top fell off, I could see his nipples getting
hard. It seemed that this was as exciting for him as it was for me. His cock
was now poking out of the opening in his boxers by a good three inches and it
was starting to stand straight up. I started cutting up the side of one leg of
his boxers. By the time I made it to the elastic band, his five and a half inch
cock stood proud and his balls looked so inviting that I had to snip the final
strand of elastic so I could lower the curtain to the floor to enjoy the view
more intently. That was all I could take. I shot my load unassisted all in my
underwear.
He tried to cover himself up with his one free hand but when he lowered his hand
to hide himself, it was like his hand had other plans and began stroking
automatically. One down, one to go. First I had to get out of these sticky
briefs. I took the duct tape and wrapped a little around the boy's wrist and
fastened it to a door. Now he was spread-eagled and looking mighty tempting
again. I hooked my briefs with my thumbs and took them off. I decided to pull
the tape from the boy's mouth and replace it with my cum soaked briefs. He
struggled as best he could, but I easily filled his mouth with the wettest part
and re-taped them to his face. He must not have felt too bad because a steady
flow of pre cum started leaking from the tip of his dick as the aroma of my
scent filled his nostrils.
As luck would have it, the boy in the bedroom was so preoccupied he didn't even
see me enter the room. His eyes were closed and he was softly moaning as the
probe worked its way in and out of that sweet smooth ass of his. His eyes
popped wide open however when I caressed his leg and worked my way up his inner
thigh. I could tell he was petrified as I moved closer on the bed, not saying a
word. The probe froze in his ass but was vibrating his boy juices out all over
my bedspread.
I decided to pull him off the bed and like a puppet acting to the commands of
the puppet master, he followed me unchallenged. We went into the shower and I
started to run the water when he finally spoke. "I don't usually steal from
people, I just like hanging around my friend, that's all," he said as if he were
going to start crying. "Don't worry," I said, "Your friend is ok, but he's not
going anywhere until I let him go." "First let's get you cleaned up a little
and then you and I will have a little talk."
With that I led him into the shower and began by washing his hair. It's funny,
I'd forgotten how alone I was all these years. As I massaged his scalp and
worked in the shampoo, I felt my cock stirring again. He was like putty in my
hands. The more intense I got soaping his neck, then shoulders, the more he
allowed his body to lean back into me.
He was only slightly shorter than I was and my cock was starting to make contact
with the upper mounds of his creamy smooth globes. I know he felt my shaft
searching for his entry but he did nothing to resist. I decided to reach around
him and soap his chest. I played around his nipples to the point that they were
as stiff as my swollen cock. The soap slipped from my hand and landed on the
floor of the shower. As the steamy water beaded off our skin, he slowly bent
his young slender body over and purposely spread his cheeks. My cock must have
knew where it was going and with only a slight push, the tip disappeared in his
well worked sphincter muscle. As I worked my way in deeper and deeper, I could
feel his body push me inside him more and more. He braced his hands on the
shower wall and as the steam filled the room, he moaned softly as my balls
slapped unmercifully between his mounds of boyhood pleasure and the churning
ball sack that held more cum ready to explode.
I decided that today I wasn't a victim. While I really hadn't decided my next
move, it was clear that at least on this day, in this house, I wasn't the one
getting fucked by an unknown stranger.
Chapter 2
What a shower!!! I hadn't been this excited in a long time. As my balls
churned and readied for the explosion, I could feel the boy's ass squeeze harder
and harder on to my rock hard shaft. My God I thought, he's going to cum too!
At that point I felt my rocket launch hot steamy cum deep into his ass. At the
same motion, I felt him spasm; I could see him spurt jism high on the shower
wall. He collapsed like a rag doll and my cock popped out deflating as it was
allowing him to fall onto the wet floor. He was out like a light.
I finished washing him then me, and shut the water off. Pulling his dead weight
out of the shower was difficult but I managed to get him on the drip mat. Since
I didn't know what his response would be once he woke up, I decided to detain
him in my basement sound room. There was a wide bunk bed there that I used
occasionally when I was too tired to climb the stairs. I pulled my gear out of
the room and locked the door from the outside.
The boy would not only be safe and secure, but he wouldn't be heard as well.
Like I said, single, no dependents, equal spending money. All those years
growing up helping dad build houses didn't hurt either. I never dreamed this
design would come in handy this way. I almost forgot about my captive in the
living room. I wondered what he'd been up to. I decided to find out before
entering the room so I went to my videotape to see what was on my play back.
I figured that he'd be struggling, trying to escape, and at first it looked like
he was but then I saw some different angles which made me feel differently. The
boy had managed to pull his balls between his legs and his cock was now booming
parallel to the floor. His eyes were closed as he was apparently air fucking
himself into an orgasm. I could feel my rod stir again. This was too good to
be true! Here these two young thieves were nothing more than horndogs who
happen to be thieves as well. I'd thought a little about what I'd do once I
caught these thieves but it was based on turning them over to authorities once
they were secured. At the very least I'd have them on tape but I never, ever
expected anything like this!
My cock was now standing straight up and I realized I was stroking my shaft in
rhythm again. I stopped immediately - no way was I going to waste a load on the
floor when this kid was in another room waiting for me to decide his fate. I
put the tape back to its security mode but not before seeing the kid shoot a wad
on my floor. I noticed it was nearing the end of the tape so I put a fresh one
in and locked it back in it's spot again. It was time to go in and introduce
myself to robber number one. The main thief, the one who really was there to
rob me. The one I figured had been robbing my house for at least the past few
years. I knew this much, I WAS going to get some answers.
As I entered the room his head, slumped, now looked up. I could see a mixture
of shame, contempt, and rabbit in his eyes. Ever see rabbit eyes? They're
always looking for the escape route, always looking for options. Always
assessing the situation - always getting the read of what's going on -
constantly reading himself for the possibility of escape. I could tell he was
the brain of the two and the one who deserved to be punished for his crimes
against me. I'd calculated the years of insurance deductions, the years of time
out of my day, the years of anguish, the years of never feeling safe in the home
"I" built, and all the money he caused me to spend on endless security measures.
You know people like to believe that thieves are basically harmless. I've even
heard people claim that it's all insured anyway so what's the big deal but is it
really?
I stood before him; this mound of human trash thinking of my first words I'd
speak. I wanted to make sure he knew how pissed I was at his entry. My other
feelings couldn't show. He was so cute, I'm sure he realized when I shot my
load just cutting off his boxers and tee shirt that I was somewhat, ok extremely
attracted to him. Had it not been for my underwear, that load would have shot
straight onto his young smooth hairless body. The load he'd been sucking on
these past few hours bore witness to this and I knew from his sparkling blue
eyes he wasn't stupid.
Suddenly I blurted out, "$22, 550.00 dollars." I even surprised myself and I
could tell he was as surprised as I was only he didn't have a clue to what I was
talking about. "$22,550.00 dollars is what I've had to spend in time, money, and
efforts to keep your young ass out of my house and you still kept coming YOU
LITTLE SHIT".
Now I was going, my temper was taking me into all that penned up frustration,
anguish, and hostility felt all those times when he or someone else broke in and
stole my property time and time again. "WELL YOUR MINE NOW AREN'T YOU MOTHER
FUCKER!" I walked around him like a shark circling in the waters. Sometimes he
could see me, sometimes he wondered where I was. I could tell he was now
starting to realize this was one house he'd hit one too many times. His face
was now getting flush and I could see his knees starting to buckle.
I pulled his hair hard back from behind, startling him again. I whispered into
his soft baby skinned ear, "You've got a debt to pay boy and some questions to
answer as well." My cock was poking right between his beautiful buns and if
it'd had its own arms, those cheeks would have been spread and he'd have been
fucked on the spot. First however I had to move him out of the front room and
since he was ready to bolt at the first sign of freedom I had to be very careful
on how I did this. More importantly I had to put him in another secure place,
but where. The sound room was occupied, then it hit me. My wine room.
Virtually empty, a project in the making, the room was complete with climate
control, humidifier, but I hadn't built the shelves or put anything in it yet.
I gave my new BOY a hard pinch on his nipple and left for the basement again. I
checked my viewer and the other boy in the sound room was still sleeping
soundly. His cute young little smooth ass was pointing right in front of one of
the hidden cameras. I was surprised at how awake I was and he was really gone
to the world but it was a great fuck!
I checked everything out in the wine cellar and satisfied myself that there was
no way my first captive could escape once he was inside the room. I decided to
leave the canvas blankets there so he'd have a place to lay down once he was
inside. How to get him there was the next question. I didn't really want to
hurt him but I knew from his demeanor that he'd put up a struggle once he got
that main arm free from the metal pipe. I knew I was in good shape, but so was
he and with both of us being naked, it left too many risks to just move him
while he could resist.
I went back up stairs and looked through the living room and noticed I'd still
had someone's pot left over from a party earlier that week. I'm not a druggie
but I do allow people with pot to come to my party's so long as that's all they
bring and this time the leftovers will come in handy.
I got out my electric cocksucker, you know the ones they sell at adult
bookstores that make your dick bigger than shit for the evening? I fashioned a
mask that would cover the boy's head and connected the intake to another small
hose and the pipe, which I modified to hold 3 grams of pot. I was told that
this stuff was pretty good and came from Vietnam, now I'd find out how good
this stuff really was.
As I approached the boy, I noticed from his duct-taped wrist that he'd been
struggling. The redness and discoloration around the tape looked awful so I
guessed it was lucky I came back in the room when I did. Although he tried to
avoid the hooded mask, he was still no match for someone who was free to move
around. I lit the pot and watched the mask fill his hood with nature's HIGH way
of smoke. He started coughing and although killing him wasn't my plan, it
certainly would have been old fashion justice.
I poked two holes in the hood and poked two straws up his nose. He took to this
like a fish does to water. The pot smoke went through his mouth and out his
nose with all but an occasional cough and inhale for clear air, he was well on
his way to being stoned out of his mind. As I stood there, I found myself
mesmerized at his beautiful naked body, now swaying as if he were about to fall
over. His nicely packaged four and a half-inch dick was starting to swell a
little. I found myself stroking my meat again, not that it needed any help.
His dick was half-hard and the pot was almost gone out of the bowl. Now I could
check to see if he was going to resist. I pulled the hood off of him and saw
his eyes were as red as stoplights. He giggled and smiled, "Kwel, never done it
like this before, you're all right. Got some soda?" Stoneheads are all the
same, get them high and it's all soda, pizza, beer, and ice cream. The sex is
the only thing that redeems them somewhat.
"I'm going to let you loose," I said "but if you make any sudden moves, it'll be
really bad for you." "Do you understand?"
Yeah," he giggled. His cock so hard now that the tip was glowing a bright
purple color and the pre cum was dripping again. He was ready to move. No
adolescent in his right mind would run out a door that way.
I started by taking the duct tape off from around the wrist. He seemed pretty
grateful. "Put your feet together," I ordered. He put them together and I
placed the thumbcuffs around his big toes. "Just a precaution," I smiled and
went around to the security room where I took the handcuff from the water pipe
and released the boy's arm from the hold. As it slipped back through the hole I
heard a big thump. He was on the floor laughing his ass off as he felt his toes
to see if they were broken. They weren't and I caught a great view of his glory
hole. Man did it look tight. Nicely done pink, puckering for it's new kiss of
fate.
I hurried back into the room and picked him up over my shoulder. His cock rubbed
against my shoulder blade and I felt his sticky fluids running down my chest.
His ass was sticking up in the air nicely and I couldn't help but rub his
smoothly rounded buns with my free hand. It was a real turn on for me to know
this lad was going to be mine and pay back time was approaching soon.
As we got to the wine room he started looking around and he started to struggle
again. "Stop that!" I commanded and with that I gave him a hard swat on his
lovely creamy smooth buns. I lowered him to the floor and allowed him to fall
on blankets I'd left in the room. I removed the thumbcuffs and the handcuffs as
well. He stood up fast and made an awkward move for the door but I grabbed him
right by his balls and he dropped like a rock. I squeezed hard and told him,
"No more mister nice guy, do as your told or you'll be getting fucked from where
these use to be." "I can't breath" he strained to say. "Mother fucker I didn't
give you permission to breathe." With that, I released my grip and he fell to
the floor. I got up from my position and locked the door behind me.
Before I could go on, I had to clear up some things. I called the police to
report a break in. I gave the officers my home address and told them I had a
tape of them on the outside of my house. A police car was dispatched and I
handed over the tape (edited of course) to the arriving police officer. I also
told them that the car out front was suspicious and asked them check it out as
well. It was stolen of course and they had it towed away. The officer thanked
me and I retired for the evening. An evening of fun and new excitement.
I was concerned about the boy in my sound room. He'd slept way to long for my
comfort so I unlocked the door and went in cautiously in case he was playing
possum. He wasn't, he was still sound asleep. He'd gotten a hard on but was
laying on his side. I gently rolled him over and lightly rubbed his legs. Only
slight traces of blonde hair, and his skin was so soft I stoked more slowly
until I worked my way up his thighs.
He started spreading his legs a little and I rubbed my hands between his legs
until my wrist rested under his balls and my fingers could feel his sphincter
muscle pulsating to my hand movements. His cock was alive and well as I watched
it bob off his belly in perfect harmony with my finger movements to his entry
point. I placed his hand around my dick gently just to see what he'd do and his
fingers wrapped around my steel shaft like he'd been waiting for this present
all day.
I leaned over so that my cheek rested near his waist. The nectar coming from his
young dick was within inches of my wanting lips. I had to taste it. First I
flicked my tongue around the piss slit. His back arched and he let out a soft
moan. As my lips wrapped around his throbbing six inches of thin boymeat, his
hips started to respond with that familiar fucking motion. His hand stroked my
meat to the tune I was doing his cock to with my lips. His breathing started
becoming irregular and I found myself shifting to the sixty-nine position with
him. I wanted more of him and I wanted to dive deeper and deeper so that he'd
tickle my tonsils with his boy juice. I could smell the musk from his little
teenage pubic triangle flirting with my nose. I didn't know it at the time but
my precum woke the boy up and he pulled my hips down so that he could suck me as
well. Man was he good. I found myself mimicking the moves his mouth did on my
dick to his. He caressed my balls with one hand and reached to explore my body
with the other hand. I rolled our bodies on our sides so that I could work my
tongue between his legs and tickle his bunghole accordingly. He did have me
rocking. I felt like a schoolboy myself as he thrilled every nerve ending in my
sexual being.
As we moved closer and closer to orgasm I could feel my balls starting to pump.
At the same time again, his dick livened up and began spewing sweet boy taffy
down my throat. My body and his were drenched with sweat and as we both licked
the last remaining drops from our love tubes, I gave him a kiss on the tip. He
replied in kind. For a moment we just laid there in total silence. Finally he
spoke. "Can I live with you?" he said. I was in shock. "We need to talk first"
I said. "But first lets get you cleaned up a little again." "So soon?" he
smiled. And we both started laughing. "Maybe we should wait a minute or two" he
said. "I'll give it fifteen minutes" I said and we both got up and he finally
saw the new environment he was in. He started to look worried so I told him,
"Don't worry, I just had to put you someplace while I sorted things out." With
that I pulled my young friend out of the bunk and we both went up stairs to the
living room. I knew HE could be trusted to some extent and I still needed to
know who these two were.
Chapter 3
Introductions to history:
Billy and his Friend I really did need to talk to the boy but I hadn't had this many orgasms in one
day in a long, long time. I knew from watching this boy's perfectly rounded,
smooth white hairless buns that if we showered again, I'd end up fucking him
again and we'd never get anywhere. Not that this wasn't ok with me, but there
were other reasons I had to know who these two were. What if someone actually
missed these two? What if someone else knew they were coming here and were
waiting in some distant location for an exchange of some kind. A thousand "what
ifs" filled my head while my cock watched his ass walking up the stairs and into
the hallway towards the bathroom again. His shoulders were firm and wide. That
gave him that wonderful hourglass look as I noted the tan line that dropped
about an inch below his ass crack. It's funny how wanting sex, having sex, and
having sex again with someone who thoroughly excites you makes focusing on
important issues seem less important. I'm sure you all know what I mean. It's
like you want time to stop right there so you can experience that complete spasm
once more that drained both balls like a funnel does when it empties into a
bottle.
He pulled back the shower curtain and turned his face towards me with a grin. I
noticed from his body angle that he was sporting another bone and I wanted to
dog him one more time. My shaft felt so hard once more that I felt like I could
pound nails into wood with it with a mere slap. I had to concentrate however.
I decided the only way to do this was not to shower so I stopped and pulled the
curtains all the way back. This time we were going to take a bath together. I
pulled up on the plug and ran the water until the temperature was only slightly
hot to the touch. I put some scented beads into the water and added some bubbly
that I had left over from another memorable evening. "Have a seat," I gestured.
The water rose and the suds made half of his calves disappear while the steam
from the water dropped his balls down to where all I could think about was
sucking them into my mouth one by one. The tub, shower can also double as a
Jacuzzi. I have a portable refrigerator under my sink, which is only big enough
to keep a bottle of champagne and 2 long stemmed glasses that make special
moments all the more special.
I pulled out the bottle, as my young friend looked at me with delight, and
poured us both a drink. I gave him a glass, and as I held mine in my hand, I
slipped in behind him. My throbbing meat stabbing him directly in the back, but
he didn't seem to mind as he purred and rubbed his back up and down my chest
gently, ever so slowly, and ah yes, passionately. This boy knew how to please
a man. I could hardly breathe it was so, so good. I knew it wouldn't be long
until I launched a load straight up his back and welded our bodies together in
cum. I needed to distract myself. I wanted this to last longer than a
jackrabbit fuck, which was where this was going.
I set my empty glass down and put some bubbly into his hair and started washing
it. He didn't have long hair, but it was long enough to play with, comb, brush,
and style if I wanted to - which I did. "I would like to know your name," I
said. "Billy Williams," he replied as he caressed my lower legs with a sponge
glove. "How old are you Billy Williams?" " Eighteen" he
whispered and lowered his body so that now only his shoulder blades massaged my
dick between him and my lower belly. I could see his periscope peaking through
the bubbles like a skyscraper does when the clouds are low enough. His balls
were gone, dropping between his legs towards his ass.
He knew I was meat gazing. He squeezed his legs closed and made his cock pull
from his belly so that half now was exposed fully through the bubble clouds as
well as his little 6 pack belly and just the tips of his little pubic patch.
"Sometimes I can make this thing squirt straight up," he said. "Wanna see?"
Now his head and neck were stroking my meat. "Sure," I said through sporadic
breaths. I could hardly think straight. He was doing it again. His hips
appeared and vanished in the cloud of bubbles, the tip of his circumcised dick
always visible, as little waves rocked back and forth and I was cumming through
is beautiful baby fine hair. His rhythms intensified and he arched further
into the air and stayed at the peaks for longer periods of time. His ass muscles
dimpled deeply as his cheeks squeezed together more and more - his body now
arching and angling towards my face as I prayed his cock would spit into my
wanting face. Suddenly his head vanished below the bubbles and his load shot
hard, the first droplets hitting me almost in my eyes while the second, third,
fourth, fifth drenched the rest of my face, nose, mouth, chin, cheek-well you
get the picture.
I licked my lips and tasted his sweet boy nectar as well as I could while
watching his cock deflate and cough up the last remaining fluids - leaking down
his shaft and disappearing into his pubic patch. "Some trick huh," he said in a
tired voice as his face appeared in the bubbles.
"I'd have never believed it unless I'd seen it for myself," I said with a smile.
"I can do more," he whispered as if he were going to nod off in the tub.
"Billy?" he was barely with me. "Yeah?" "Who's the other boy you were with
today?" "He's Johnny, he's my friend," with that he smiled, and I knew he was
sleep talking.
I turned on the water filtering system so that the bubbles, cum, and other stuff
would cycle through and turned on the Jacuzzi to low. I knew we'd both prune
up, but I was falling for this kid and I just didn't want to move with him
laying so peacefully next to me. His head on my belly, and I caressing his hair
- touching his earlobes and outlining his nose. I bent my head over and smelled
the aroma of his youth. I kissed him on the top of the head while thinking of
all the events so far. I don't know why he was with that other boy, Johnny but
I was sure glad he was.
Chapter 4
Sleep Talking Billy fell fast asleep in my arms the rhythm of his breathing told me he was
gone to the world. To my fascination however, Billy was a sleep talker. I'd
asked him some routine questions like his name again, nick names, where he
lives, how long has he known Johnny, you know, preliminary things.
Billy lived in a nearby neighborhood. He'd been in and out of trouble for at
least five of his eighteen and a half years. He lost his virginity when he was
12 years old to Johnny who was two years older than he was. Johnny had gotten
him drunk and high that night before making Billy suck his dick and taking his
shaft up his young virgin asshole. Johnny nicknamed Billy Williams to Billy
Willyas. Johnny took pride over forcing himself on Billy and although Billy
didn't like it at first, slowly but surely he acclimated into Johnny's little
bitch.
Johnny in turn fed Billy drugs including Meth, Pot, Cocaine, and Ecstasy. He
didn't reciprocate with Billy because "That was fag stuff", Billy said Johnny
would say. Johnny and he started breaking into houses during a three-year
period and repeatedly broke into my house because my things brought top dollar.
My neighborhood was chosen because it was considered a "gay pocket area" and
fags seldom called the cops for anything. "Do you mean Johnny repeatedly broke
in and stole from all the houses in this neighborhood?" I asked. "Yeah, all the
time" he whispered as his cheek cuddled against my chest.
"Are you on drugs now? I asked. "We've been up for 3 weeks," he said. It was
starting to come together. Billy had a crush on Johnny who was one of those
little shits which considered themselves "straight" so long as they were getting
their rocks off one way or the other. Billy and Johnny didn't have a
relationship. Johnny used Billy's crush against him and fucked his sweet ass or
got blowjobs from him without so much as a jack off in return. It amazes me how
many people consider someone who gets them hooked on addictive drugs "a friend"
when all they're out to do is manipulate them one way or the other. Either they
get them hooked for the income it brings in or sex or both but they're far from
"a friend".
No wonder why Billy was so tired. Methheads typically sleep for days off and on
when they're coming down from that several day buzz. If Billy were so out of
it, I wondered how awake my captive was in the basement. My guess was he was
crashing from that same buzz Billy was on. One thing was for sure, this little
shit in the basement was a prime manipulator and because he was so good looking,
he'd probably gotten away with shit all his life. In order to extract the
proper judgment however I had to nudge Billy one more time. "Where's Johnny's
parents?" I asked "If you and he spent the next week at my place, would either
of you have to check in anywhere." Billy started crying in his sleep and said,
"No, no one will miss me, and Johnny's parents never check on him for anything."
Johnny it seemed was one of those spoiled rotten kids that always got their way
and his parents only made contact with him when he got into trouble. The
contact was only to bail him out, but they didn't have what anyone would refer
to as a close family. He was more of an inconvenience that they were paying for
until he was out of thier house, which was not far away it, seemed.
That was the information I needed above all else. I shut off the Jacuzzi and
dried my little friend off. I carried him down the stairs to the sound room and
covered him up. I hesitated for a moment, looking at his young slender body
while feeling nothing but contempt for the lad in my wine room. He was so soft;
frail looking yet beautifully sculpted in every detail. I needed him to come
down off of the meth and get clean. Being a prisoner would help in this
somewhat, but "he" had to want to stay clean in order to live with me. More
importantly, he was going to need to prove his loyalty to me was stronger than
any loyalty to Johnny - his pusher and controller.
I had more to do as the night started setting in. I had to start work on my
"correctional tools". Johnny was going to pay for his behaviors and pay dearly.
I never considered myself a vindictive person, but getting even was bringing a
smile to my face. Knowing that I could virtually keep him captive as long as I
wanted made it even more charming.
I knew several people in my community. We'd all been victimized it seems by the
same person. I didn't know how many people would want to "extract justice" but
I did know from the scuttlebutt in the local bars that many would love to get
their hands on the creep that kept robbing their houses. I knew I'd have to be
somewhat careful, after all imprisoning someone is illegal and I knew I'd be
going away for a long, long time if the tables turned somehow.
I opened the door to the wine room a crack with my 150,000-volt stun baton in
hand. As I suspected, Johnny was crashing from the lack of sleep as well. His
naked body looked so appealing to me but Billy did such a number on me that
although I felt my dick wiggle, he was safe until morning. Still, seeing his
young smooth features had me thinking of what sexual adventures he was going to
endure. This boy was going to have to be punished for all those things he'd
been doing. I closed the door and got to work immediately in my little work
area in the garage.
I remembered watching medevil movies where they'd put men and women in a device
in the center of the town's square. Their hands and head were locked in place
while their bodies were bent over in a rather vulnerable position. I got to
work on my first "correctional tool". The more I worked the more I thought of
those dungeons and what they had in them. One thing was for sure, I had the
space and until now, I really hadn't considered all the possibilities. Until
now, I'm sure Johnny never dreamed he'd be caught by anyone other than a cop.
Until now I'm sure he always thought he could get out of anything. Until now, I
was a pretty law abiding citizen. All of this was about to change. Until now I
was frustrated in the legal process that allowed criminals to go free while
citizens were systematically disarmed. All this was changing as well. I made
up my mind that from now on this little fucker was going to pay for his crimes.
This system of justice was going to fuck him and fuck him hard. The beauty was
I had plenty of time to enact any discipline I wanted on him and if he lived,
he'd know that there was at least someone out there that he couldn't con. All
this brought another smile to my face as I worked through the night. Chapter 5
I worked all evening and most of the night to get some toys made out of one of
my castle prison books. I'm not into the S&M thing but some of the things I
made were designed to humiliate more than to punish. The thought of this young
smoothly sculpted teenager bent over with his ass totally exposed started
getting me hard again. I was even gleeful that I'd be the first person to stick
my seven-inch man cock into his virgin ass. So he didn't consider himself gay
huh, I thought. Let's see, he likes butt fucking, he likes knob jobs, and like
it or not, Billy "is" his boyfriend. Getting things he wanted "his" way was
about to come to an abrupt ending. Johnny had been fucking not only his best
friend, but also this entire community. Now he was naked before at least one of
his accusers for now. I hadn't decided on whether or not to include members of
my community. After all it would only take one leak to the authorities and I'd
lose more than this kid would in the exchange.
I purposely built the pillory lower than most for that particular purpose. I
wanted Johnny's ass bent just enough that his cute little pucker hole was so
accessable that I could slip my cock in and out like butter on a warm knife. I
also built a little prop that would keep his legs from buckling and rounded it
so that his smooth rippling belly wouldn't get marred or bruised from the
hardness of the wood. I made sure to coat everything with carpet padding and
some old sheepskin that I forgot to throw away. I also constructed a high
schooler's paddle. Different than most ordinary paddles, you see it has several
holes drilled into the flat board plus I put a hinge with a slap board attached
so that Johnny could feel that extra bite when it exploded on his ass. Still
there was a need to make sure Johnny didn't try anything funny.
I decided to go to the local pet store where I bought a "behavior collar". Yeah
right. It was really a shock collar with several remote controlled intensities
that went from a mild warning to "your going down fucker". I made sure the
wires attaching the battery to the probes were covered and concealed so that he
couldn't render my new toy useless. By now it was mid morning and it was time
to check on my little thieves.
Billy was still fast asleep. His covers were kicked off again and his thin
lanky cock was standing as hard as I've ever seen it. I closed the door and
locked it again. Johnny was still asleep also. I opened the door and crept in
silently making sure I didn't disturb him. I placed the collar around his neck
and locked it with a small Master lock. He stirred for a moment, but that was
to roll over and prop a leg up for whatever reason. His cock was hard as well,
and by now I felt my own dick rising in my gym shorts. His cock seemed a little
shorter than Billy's, but was thicker and more proportionate to his body mass.
God was he beautiful; it was no wonder he'd been able to get away with damn near
anything. Hell I thought about letting him have his way with me just earlier,
the day before. I decided to let him sleep just awhile longer. I had more
things to do for this grand little ass that was going to be mine first that I
wanted to make sure everything was in order. Still, I couldn't resist stroking
his meat and caressing his ball sack ever so gently. He moaned almost as if in
a whisper as I massaged his boyhood pride. Precum started to form on his piss
slit so I rubbed the tip with my finger and scooped it away into my mouth like a
little boy cleaning an empty bowl of frosting. He tasted heavenly! No wonder
Billy is so attracted to him. It was really too bad this couldn't have been
under better circumstances but hey, he picked the events, I didn't. I knew that
if I stayed by his side any longer I'd be sucking his dick so I got up and
headed for the door. As he slept I heard him whispering something. I stopped in
my tracks to listen a little closer. He was saying, "Little Billy Willya, won't
you finish me off… come on you little faggot. Don't stop now, you got me this
hard, see?"
Anger replaced my lust for a moment as I swung around and shot my foot right
between the left & right marble. "There, now you don't need a faggot to finish
you off." I said as I left the room. Boy did this kid rattle my cage. Johnny's Perspective
Johnny's eyes popped wide open and he lost all his breath. His body coiled in
so much pain it was difficult for him to grasp exactly what happened. His cock
was completely soft now but he didn't even know how hard he'd been until the
recent jolt to life. Where was he? What was happening? Where were his clothes?
The last thing he remembered was… was what? The room he was in was slightly
damp and completely black with darkness.
Johnny had no sense of time, events, or even placement. All he knew was he was
in total darkness. He couldn't even see his hand right in front of his face. He
felt his body all over. Everything seemed to be intact with the exception of
his tender nuts. As he lay there, things started coming back to him.
He and Billy had been doing crystal for… his train of thought drifted. He
couldn't remember when they started or if they'd even stopped. He did know
however that he needed to get out of this place and get some more before he
started really needing more stuff in a bad way. It was then he started
remembering. He and Billy were doing that faggot's house for the umpteenth
time. Billy had wondered off somewhere to probably jack off or something and he
was busy getting the stuff ready to take out the door so that putting it all in
the car would be fast and smooth. He remembered taking his pants off because
they kept falling down and he got irritated that he couldn't grab the big stuff
without grabbing his pants every few steps. Suddenly Johnny realized what was
going on. He remembered putting his hand in the hole to make the vault move and
the handcuffs.
He remembered the guy with the hard on coming out from somewhere with his
underwear drenched in front like he'd been whacking his meat all day. Then he
remembered how hard he got seeing the faggot spilling his load in his underwear
as he cut his boxers off his body. His young cock started stirring as he
recalled the guy stuffing those soaked briefs into his mouth while he stood
there naked with a boner that just wouldn't go down. As he thought of this, his
hand began working his meat in that familiar pattern. That guy had him so hot
and so immobilized that it really turned him on at all the things that he
thought might happen to him as he stood, legs spread, and no where to put his
hands because they were secured really well.
When the guy left. Johnny remembered how horny the cum soaked briefs made him
so he got his balls up between his legs somehow and dry fucked the air. The
aroma from the cloth made him shoot within minutes but his dick wouldn't go
down. He remembered the guy coming back into the room with a big hard on
visible that he just couldn't take his eyes off of. It was all so intense that
he had to slow things down in his mind. "I'm no faggot," he reminded himself.
Yet, he hated to admit it, but he was attracted to this guy's dick. Not only
was this "older fag" attractive, but his bone was just as hard as his only
longer and thicker. What was he thinking!!! Johnny shook his head. Precum was
leaking onto his hand and even though the darkness hid from view his rock hard
cock, he knew he had to jerk it for awhile just to get it back down. He found
himself wishing Billy was here to finish him off or so he could poke that lovely
smooth ass of his. He'd often wondered what Billy seen in sucking and being
fucked but he'd only mildly poked his finger up his own ass a few times. It was
nothing compared to what he'd been doing to Billy all this time. It did feel
strangely exciting however but he kept that in the back of his mind while he
pumped his best friend's ass. Suddenly Johnny shot his load all over his belly.
Hunger pains were starting to present themselves and since there was no food,
Johnny wiped as much cum as he could up and licked his hands until he couldn't
taste anymore of his bitter sweet flavor. Not bad, he thought, God what am I
thinking? I'm no fag; I may not have any girlfriends but not this… I'm not ready
to deal with this.
He felt his way along the floor and to each wall and back again. He didn't feel
any cracks or seams but he was only trying to get an idea of the layout. Man
was he tired though. All that crank during the past few weeks was taking its
toll again. He felt his nuts one more time. They felt bruised but were in good
shape otherwise. He felt the collar around his neck but because he didn't
understand what it was, he decided to leave it alone for now. There was nothing
left for him to do now so he decided he would lay back down and drifted off again to
sleep.
As he drifted off to wonderland, his thoughts drifted to the guy who shot the
wad in his underwear while cutting his boxers off. "I can get out of this one,
I'll just rub my dick and seduce him - fags, they're all alike," he thought as
he passed back out.
Johnny started dreaming some weird things he thought. He was being lifted into
the air by an unknown force and floating through space. It was strange but he
felt his dick was as hard as it'd ever been and as he came to rest looking over
a cliff, he felt his ass tingle. He giggled as he realized his tits were hard
as nails and he could no longer see his bone. "Wow, is this what Billy feels
like?" As he started to wake again, he saw he was in a room with light. His
body was bent over and he felt his ass being violated. The strangeness
intensified as he realized his hard cock was about ready to burst with cum all
over the place. "What was happening?" he thought as he grunted to the constant
ramming of his ass. Back to me This kid's ass was tight I thought. I was able to pick him up with relative ease
and getting him into the pillory was a cinch. As I got more and more into
fucking him, my cock drove deeper and deeper into his crack/love hole. The kid
began rocking as limited as he could but he was trying to drive his ass into me
further. "Well isn't that special," I mused. Johnny was a closet faggot bitch.
I wonder if Billy would like to go for a well-deserved free ride for once. My
knees began to get that familiar buckle as I felt my balls tense up for the
release. I heard the boy squeal with delight as my hot fluids filled the
cavities of his rectum, dripping out around the edges of his bunghole. To my
amazement, the boy shot his own load all over the floor. I wasn't done yet. I
walked around to the front where his lips were panting from the new found
experience. "LICK IT!!" I ordered. I pulled his hair, raising his head to
where my dick touched his lips. As his mouth opened further, I saw his tongue
come out and trace the tip of my now deflated cock. As he got further into it,
I pushed myself so that he now had all of my shaft growing in his mouth from all
the stimulation he was now giving it. "You're a real natural kid," I said.
"Keep this up and you may have me paid back somewhat, but you have a ways to go
don't you boy." Johnny didn't appear to be listening.
His eyes closed, he now lost all control as he sucked on the growing shaft like
he was trying to get substance through a straw of a thick milkshake. He knew
he'd had one Hell of a load let go in his ass because he felt the cum sliding down
his leg. Is this what he'd been missing all these years? What a fool he'd
been, "I'm a fag and I don't care anymore." He thought. What was in store for
him now, he wondered. What ever it was he hoped it wouldn't be long until
another new experience occurred.
My dick now hit the inside of his tonsils. This kid was good! One more load in
him and I'd have to rest. The more I watched my balls slap against his chin,
the more turned on I became again. This was only the beginning, but what a
start. Two horny teens, in my basement, trapped for my personal pleasure. How
sweet the spoils of triumph. As I thrust hard down his throat, he gagged a
little but didn't miss a stroke. My wad released deep into his throat and a new
Johnny emerged. A licking, fuck lusted boy who couldn't wait to please me. He
was still going to pay however. I hoped his ass was ready for what came next.
Chapter 6
What a fuck!!! I was tired and yet I wanted more. Two boys with young smooth
milky tight asses and apparently willing to lend their cute little pucker holes
at will (Johnny excluded but boy did he seem to enjoy having his ass rammed) for
my personal pleasure. I decided to check on Billy.
As I opened the door, Billy was wide-awake and greeted me with a smile and a
hug. His young lanky cock stood tall and proud as he rubbed it into my pelvis
area. "I'm glad you're here," he said softly, "I have to use the bathroom and I
was afraid I wouldn't make it." "Let's go then," I said while adding a few
strokes to his knob with my hand. As we passed the main part of the basement,
Billy saw his friend bent over with his ass spread wide enough apart that his
cum dripping asshole was clearly visible. "He looked back at me rather puzzled
at first, then smiled as he ran up the stairs and bolted into the bathroom,
leaving the door wide open so that I could see his every move.
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The sloppiest facial, boy his nuts were sweet
DATE: 16 Oct 2007, 2:21 pm / MOOD: High
I am a skank. A dirty little slut boy, who will do anything to suck cock. any type of cock,big cock, small cock, asian, black, hispanic, white, any balls too, big balls, fat balls, saggy ones, anything. I like to be used by a guy, i like to suck his dick, and have him ignorantly dump his incessant load on my cheeks and nose and lips, so i know exactly what i made him do. I have black hair, gray eyes, tan skin, and im attractive, and slightly tall, and average, with strong hands to pump the biggest cock, and a long tounge to lick any perimiter of the male organ. My friend Ash is a dirty pig, always thinking about sex, oral, anal, anything, so its no suprise that when i went to his house, i ended up working magic on him. blonde, tall, in the gangsta scene (totaly unlike me) a conceited snobby and fresh boy, a little pudgy, but with beautiful eyes, and nice rough hands, that looked like theyve stroked many penises in the day. we sat at his house in his room his speakers blaring, he looked at me occasionally as i sat there drawing, i was a big doodler, loved to do it almost as much as i loved blowing men. ---- god im hard--- was all i thought, my hands shaking like they are now typing this. ash reached over and turned his music off. I need to get sucked he said crudely laying down his legs spreading. No bitch sucked my cock in ages, im feeling kinda wierd. I looked at him and nodded, my eyes filling up, because i wanted so bad to dive inbetween those thick hips and really deep throat that bastard.
Yo ur bi right? he asked he stroked the inner part of this thigh. yeah i said squeaking. Ash looked into my eyes, and at my shaking hands. i knew it he said. you always were a little faggotish...thats okay though he said itching his balls, i can see a hard lump begining to swell. wanna suck my cock? 
Without a word, i lowered my head inbetween his legs, my cheek felt denim. he gleefully laughed, then smugged again, zipping his pants, and his plaid boxers folded out. he opened the hole in them, and out of it came the biggest dick ive ever seen. nice and bright pink, real fat, with a litttle chub on it, a thick vein running in the middle, with a wide pisshole. his balls were huge too, almost bigger than my face, covered in coarse blonde hair, and very perky. my perfect dick, he lowered his nuts in my mouth, and i felt the sofntess of them, and the sweat, his manly tase made me throb harder. i released my mouth from it a trail of saliva hanging. i was fucking hungry for some pink fat dick, and he shoved it in my mouth. after a while of working it, and working it, he grabbed my hair, and yanked it as i stroked him, and licked his head, i can feel him throb faster, he was gonna cum. without warning he shot a load on my face, it dripped and oozed down my cheeks and on my lips, and on my eyelid, i was drenched with his goo, and i loved it. it tasted sweet, and was warm on my hot face. he gave me a slap on the face and smiled toughly. good job he said. after that ive been sucking that kid off for a year, and occasionally getting that nice reaming stallion up my ass crevice.
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Bottom
DATE: 06 Oct 2007, 6:46 pm / MOOD: High
Ever since the day I could remember discovering sexuality, I liked dick! Big dick, thick dick, fat dick, small dick, it didn’t matter, I liked them all! I was a born bottom and I’ve probably had over 2000 different dicks fuck my ass, but even that wasn’t enough. I needed more dick. So I set out on one of my usual prowls, I hit the End Up club where anonymous sex was always guaranteed. Upon arriving, I ordered a drink then slipped off into one of the back rooms. I stripped, neatly folding my clothes and placing them on a small corner shelf whose real purpose I never really knew. I knew it wouldn’t be long before dick started lining up outside my door (not just outside my door mind you, but all doors) so I got prepared. I poured ¼ bottle of lube down my crack and spread it liberally about, sticking one finger up my ass to make sure my hole was ready for action. When satisfactorily lubed up, I lay down on my stomach, propped up on my elbows and sipped my drink until the first dick came along. Within minutes, the door opened, and I was in business! He was a somewhat muscular bear, not too pumped up but not all flab either. He was neatly groomed and furry all over and his dick was thick. He fucked between my ass cheeks until he got real hard, then he slipped his fat stump in my ass. He was short, but he was sweet as he pumped me with short thrusts. I lifted my ass into him to try and take him deeper, but it was to no avail, his dick was hopelessly short. He was a nice start to the evening, however, as he’d spread me wide with the diameter of his cock, and really there’s not a dick out there I won’t take. The middle-aged bear made nary a sound while he kept pumping me. I could hear him slapping against my ass with determination, then a few small spurts of cum shot up my canal and before I could turn around, he was gone. "Oh well," I thought as I took a sip off my drink and looked around for my enema kit. While I picked through my bag, I heard the door open again and at that moment I found it. "I’ll do that," said the strong voice that just entered, and the dark haired, blue eyed stud with the strong jaw lifted the apparatus from my hands. I got on my knees, and drew my head down to the tabletop so my ass was pointing up for him. He flushed my ass like a fireman flushes a gas tank in car during a fire hazard. The fluid burst into me, filling me up and spurting back out like a geyser. He seemed impressed with himself, he continued this while slowly moving the wand up and down in my rectum. When he was finally satisfied with his work, he slapped my ass and instructed me not to move. I heard the squirt of lube from a tube, then the sound of his hands rubbing together. He spread the warm goo over my ass and jumped up on the table. Quickly, he buried his dick in my upturned ass and started fucking me like a madman. The fluid still in my rectum splashed out during his first few slams, and that seemed to excite him. He dug his fingers into my ass as he slammed down into me as hard and as fast as he could. Clearly, this man had more holes to fuck and he couldn’t waste even another second on mine. He didn’t cum, but I heard him groan as he jumped down from the table. He quickly redressed, thanked me, and slipped out the door. I rolled over, lit a smoke and waiting for my next dick. It was black, and it was beautiful. A stunningly attractive black man walked in next, he flashed me a toothy smile that made me melt. It wasn’t often I invested in these dicks that fucked me, but this man was hard not to notice. He got undressed casually, stripping down entirely naked, unlike most dicks who just dropped their pants and went about their work. I couldn’t believe the physique on the guy, he was absolutely stunningly gorgeous. He knelt down to suck my cock, an extremely rare activity on a bottom. Normally I just wanted to get fucked and that was it, but I just let this man have what he wanted. He sucked me off for a while, and when I couldn’t take it any longer, I lifted my legs over my head and grabbed my ankles invitingly. The man took his cue, he stuck his massive cock fully up my ass and I hadn’t felt a dick like that in a while. Indeed, this was a treat. He took my ankles from me and spread my legs wide as he fucked me slowly at first. He was standing and my ass was at the edge of the table, he slid his shaft entirely out of my ass with every stroke, then penetrated deeply and fully with each inward stroke. After a while, he pinned my knees back to my chest, lifting my ass up slightly from the table. Now he really started to fuck me. Deeply buried, he jerked his dick hard inside me, hard ramming, short thrusts at first, then longer ones. When he really started to fuck me hard, he leaned over me, pinning my legs between our chests and he held onto the tabletop for leverage. His dick was so far up me it drove me insane. He ripped into me with a stamina like few before him were able, and he was relentless. After absolutely tearing into me for what seemed like an eternity, the man finally shot his load. Endless streams of hot cum spurted inside me, I couldn’t believe how long he came. It spilled out onto the table and he still wasn’t finished. With one last contorted look on his face he grunted home the last of his wad. Dick still inside me, he collapsed against me for a few minutes and exhaled deeply. His dick was still hard inside me and I couldn’t believe it! He lay there for a few more minutes, head turned to the side, dick still thick in my hole. Then he raised his head, looked me in the eyes with a smile and said, "Ready to go again?" I was too excited and stunned to say one word, so when he rolled me over on to my stomach, dragged me to my feet and bent me over the table for another good fucking, I just smiled to myself and thanked my good fortune.
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Benny
DATE: 03 Oct 2007, 1:01 pm / MOOD: High
"Are ya tripping dude?" I asked not quite believing what I heard. I laughed and reached for the bag of weed. Benny jerked the weed away. "I ain't tripping. Fuck, if anyone's tripping its gotta be you. I mean it Kev, no more weed, no more X, no more nothing. You're cut off man!" Benny snapped his fingers to emphasize his point. "Come off it! Ya fucking know I ain't gay Benny!" I looked at the bag of weed almost desperately. "Hey dude, ya know I'm a fucking stud!" Benny had a blank look on his face. He didn't look angry, he didn't look disappointed. "Kev, I've sucked your dick 11 times. 11 times you got a nut from it. I think that makes you gay dude." Now that pissed me off! He was the cocksucker! Just cause I let him suck my dick didn't make me one! I half fucking thought about just grabbing his stash and taking the shit. Trouble with that idea was the cocksucker knew how to fight, he could fucking hold his own! I stood up, grabbed my jacket, and headed towards the door. Benny didn't try to stop me. "All fucking summer Kev, you've been letting me suck your dick just so you could party with me. The party is over man!" I stormed out of the house, slamming his door so hard it bounced back open. I couldn't believe what the fucking faggot had wanted! Sure, he'd sucked my cock, big fucking deal! Letting a fag slurp on my piece was one thing, what even gave him the idea I'd do anything else? Fuck it! I didn't need to be around his shit! I'd only hung around the fag cause he had plenty of weed, plenty of booze. He was fucking lucky he'd got to suck my cock! I had other friends, real buddies, and they were straight not nasty little cocksuckers! But as I was too learn those buddies didn't wanna hang with me no more. I ran into a couple of 'em and I knew Jess had some weed. "Come on Jess, fire one up!" I asked. "Dude! I ain't sharing no smoke with you!" Jess snickered. "Yeah man!" Terry piped in, "We don't know what's been in your mouth lately!" Jess shook his head, "Yeah, why don't you go smoke one with your little gay friend!" I'd gotten pretty good at slamming doors as I stormed out of Jess's house. Fuck them! Fuck them all! It was a few days later that I saw Benny and this other dude. I knew the deal, Benny done found a new dick to suck. Or maybe that dude was sucking Benny's. Both of 'em were probably doing each other! It was kinda at that point where I figured out what Jess and Terry had been thinking about me. Cause I had been hanging with Benny they figured more was going on. Then I thought about the way people spread talk around. Lot of dudes I knew had seen me and Benny together. Lot of 'em were probably thinking some pretty wild shit. I saw Benny and his new buddy a few more times over the next week. I didn't know the dude but it hit me that we looked a lot alike. It was like Benny had found another dude that looked like me. Another dude to drink up his booze, smoke up his weed. That pissed me off! I had let the fag suck my cock! I should be getting the weed! Benny swallowed enough of my spunk! He owed me big time! Two weeks had passed, two long weeks. I hadn't even had a fucking beer! I hadn't even so much as smelt some weed burning! I was bored out of my mind! I found myself ringing Benny's doorbell. I waited a few seconds almost walking away when the door opened. My hands felt wet, my mouth felt dry wondering what Benny was gonna say or do. Benny kinda surprised me, he just said, "Hey man. You wanna come in?" I nodded and followed him this time closing the door not slamming it. As he sat down, he told me "Have a seat." I saw a bag of weed on the coffee table. My hands felt wetter but I sat down right next to Benny. Seeing the weed had made up my mind. I was gonna sell myself out just to party, just to get high. At least Benny wasn't gross, he wasn't ugly or nothing. Least he was clean. Except for his yellow ass hair, 'cept for the fact his mouth been round my dick, he was pretty much a regular dude. I don't know how I made myself do it but I scooted over so that there was no space left between us, no comfort zone. Our legs were touching. Benny wasn't judgmental, he wasn't laughing, he just asked, "You sure Kev?" 'Yeah," I kinda croaked, wondering what it was that I was agreeing too. Benny bent his face to mine, as his lips touched mine, I closed my eyes. He was kissing me, I wasn't kissing back. His mouth that had sucked cock was on mine. But I kept my eyes closed, I parted my lips when his tongue started probing them. I had made myself do it, I was kissing another dude. It really wasn't that much different then kissing a chic, 'cept it wasn't turning me on, it wasn't making me hard and horned up. But we kissed for awhile, his hands were around me, he was touching my chest and back. Our spit mixed from tongue swapping. I felt something hard brush against me and I knew he was bone stiff. He was lifting my shirt, his hands touching my chest, rubbing my nipple. My shirt was pulled over my head, it was tossed to the side. Benny's mouth touched my pec. He licked my nipples, kissing them, sucking them, hands massaging at my back. His mouth trailed around. I was hoping he'd go lower, I was hoping that he'd suck my cock and be happy. I was almost praying that it would end with me cumming in his face and that would make him happy. But he stopped, he pulled his shirt over his head and stuck out his chest. He touched his own nipples and I knew what he wanted. I saw the weed, and I made my head mouth. I licked at his chest, tasting the salty twang on another dude for the first time. I sucked at his nipples. "Harder," he moaned, so I sucked harder, nibbling, as they stiffened. "Harder!" I tugged at them with my teeth. I heard the sound of a zipper, I knew he was taking off his shorts but I didn't wanna see. I kept my face buried in his chest, biting and tugging at his nips. "You got me all hot, dude. So hot!" he moaned. I wanted to run, to escape when I felt him taking off my shorts. He pulled them down, taking my boxers with them. He lifted my head and kissed me. I was naked, he was almost naked. I could still leave, I could get up, get dressed, and tear my ass! But I didn't, I made myself stay where I was. I even kept still when his dick, his hard dick brushed against me. Even when he stood up, in front of me, naked, hard, his dick pointing at my face. Even then I stayed. I knew what he wanted. I knew exactualy what he wanted. I looked at his dick. Bout the size of my own, a bit different, but a lot the same. His dick had that red color like mine gets when I'm super horned. First I touched it. I touched it with my fingers and it jerked, it flexed reminding me that it was alive, that this was real. The skin was soft but covering something so hard. It wasn't like touching my own cock. It felt different. I gave it a couple of jerks watching a thick drop of fuck goo appear. The weed, the weed, I told myself. I stuck my tongue to it, just a quick touch and my tongue was back in my mouth. Yeah, my tongue was back in my mouth, but so was his taste. It was a strong taste of almost bitterness. I wondered if I could force myself to do this. It was like Benny knew, he just stood watching me. He stood there, almost naked, just waiting. His dick was all boned up, it was leaking. I didn't have to look to know my own dick was soft and shriveled like on a winter day. I didn't have to know that big bag of weed sat on the coffee table. I made my head move, as I wrapped my lips around his cock, I shut my eyes. His dick seemed huge inside my mouth but I knew it really wasn't. A dude doesn't have to learn how to suck dick. A dude knows what feels good and knows what to do. As I started sucking, I wondered about that. Other then I few chokes, a few gags, his moans told me I was doing a good job. Just like that, just so I could party and get high, I had become a dick sucker. I had reduced myself to a cocksucker! I kept wondering if he was ever gonna cum. My mouth was getting tired, my jaws were sore, my neck was even bothering me from all the head bobbing. But when he came, when he nutted what was I gonna do? I could spit it out, he couldn't get pissed, he probably wouldn't care. I'd just go in the bathroom and spit it out. But when his dick starting shooting, it wasn't like that, it wasn't that easy. Between his cock and the first wad, my mouth was full. I had to swallow the first wad just to make room for the second. There 6 wads, 6 wads of him that I swallowed. I felt tired, I felt worn out, I felt kind of like I had just done the worst thing in my life. He stepped back a little, pulling his dick free. It was half hard, half soft. I looked at it, still not quite believing I had sucked it, sucked it off! I would never want sex again in my life, I decided. What I had just done would be a bad memory for ever! He sat beside me. I watched as he rolled a joint. As we passed it back and forth I kept thinking what Terry and Jess had said that day bout not sharing a joint with a cock sucker. At first it was almost like part of my life had ended. But I started getting a buzz, I started realizing I was the same, I had just done something different. Benny rolled a second joint, he lit it and gave it to me. I took a deep toke. Benny's hands were on the side of my ass. I smoked and he shifted me around. We weren't talking, he was running his hands over my ass, and I was taking hits. I almost giggled as he kissed my left butt cheek. I had a good buzz, a good high, he licked and kissed at my butt. I knew were it was leading even before his tongue touched deep down in my ass crack. It was different, it was strange as Benny ate out my ass. I felt good, my ass tingled. His tongue was inside of me. But I didn't get hard, I didn't get horned up. It was sexual to me. It was a way to party, a way to get high. He rimmed me until I had finished the joint. My dick was still shriveled, it was still soft. It didn't feel like it would ever be hard again. As he rolled the third joint, he took one hit and handed it to me. His tongue had been in my ass. Even as I hit the joint, I knew what the mouth it had just been in had done to me. It didn't matter. None of this really mattered. My stud days were over. They had ended when I had sucked a dick. His hands guided me, he was bending me over the coffee table. I took a deep hit. Benny was gonna fuck me in my ass. A dick was gonna be inside my ass. It didn't matter, I was high. I figured having a cock shoved in my ass was better then sucking one. I was surprised at how bad it hurt. I was doing everything I could not to scream, not to pull away. He was fucking me, fucking me deep as he could get, and it was hurting! His dick was jabbing but at least some of the pain was leaving. He fucked and fucked, now it was just a hard thing moving in and out of my ass, a hard uncomfortable object. I kept hoping he would hurry up and cum, that he would finish so we could smoke another joint. He was cumming in my ass, another dude was shooting seed up inside my ass! I was almost thankful, part of it was because it was over for now, part of it was because it was party time. It hurt as Benny pulled out of me. I was too sore to sit down so I stood watching him roll another. "You wanna get dressed Kev?" He asked as he rolled the joint. I was sore but glad to get my clothes back on. Glad to be dressed and covered! He stood up and handed me the joint but his hands were guiding me again. Guiding me towards the door. He slapped me on the back and said, "Thanks dude, I really needed that." I didn't know what to do or say! He was throwing me out! "Man,! You just fucked me!" Benny shrugged, "Yeah, I got what I wanted, you got your weed. Ain't nothing else happening dude. I ain't your buddy Kevin. I ain't your friend. The one thing you had to offer I've had now. Dudes like you are all around, Kev. It takes a little time, a little partying, but there's hundreds of dudes just like you Kev." I walked out, holding the joint. This time it was Benny that slammed the door behind me.
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Cum and Piss pig is fed
DATE: 12 Sep 2007, 3:15 pm / MOOD: Other
I arrive at the door of his place, and our eyes instantly fill with lust. It's not that either of us are particularly good looking, but we know what we like and we know now that we're going to get it! I walk inside the door and realise that we are now very alone. We sit down on a sofa together and start to chat about our conversations on the internet, how exactly this will all happen etc. We drink a bottle of red wine and smoke a small joint together, to relax ourselves and get us in the mood (nothing makes me hornier!!!) I make my excuses and got to the bathroom. It is a huge room, lit only by candles and with a full bathtub all ready for me to get into. As i undress, he walks in with his semi-erect cock grabbing my attention instantly on his naked body. I start to get hard instantly, and when he tells me that he has been true to his word and that he has done both of the things that I asked him to do for me, my eyes light up. The bathtub is not filled with water, but with hot piss! I go over to it and cup my hands in the liquid, bringing it up to my face after to savour the delicious drink. His cock is getting harder and harder as he watches me drinking his piss down like a good little boy. I glance over and watch his cock grow as I gently submerge myself fully in his piss. I even put my head fully under and take huge gulps, my cock growing harder and harder all the time. He comes over to the bathtub and leans over the side of the tub with his cock waiting for my head to surface. I emerge, drinking down another gulp of hot piss. His hard cock is glistening after he dips it in to the tub a few times, and i open my mouth for him to piss freshly into. His cock starts to spurt piss out hard into my mouth and I drink it all down, besides, none of it will go to waste in the tub! I can tell he will cum shortly as this extremely taboo scenario enfolds before him. I want to savour his cum as much as possilbe though, so I pull him out of my mouth and start to jerk him off slowly. My hand is soaking in piss, so my hand job is really sloppy and messy. He really is close to cumming at this stage, so I stop entirely and get out of the bath. He tells me he has fulfilled my other request. He reaches over to the shampoo bottles, where he picks up a litre bottle of water. Only the bottle is no longer filled with water, it is filled with his cum! I gasp in delight as he unscrews the cap and gently tips it over above my open mouth. I savour the salty taste of his gorgeous cum and watch as his eyes go wild with desire. He can't believe that I'm actually drinking down his cum like this. After I have gone through around a quarter of the bottle, he pulls the bottle away from me. I plead with him for more, but he assures me that I will surely get it, if I continue to perform these sordid acts for him. He starts to pour some cum into his hands and he starts to rub it all over his cock, balls and ass. He asks me to start with his ass, so I have him spread his legs over the tub for me. I greedily start to lick the cum off his ass cheeks, before delving deeper with my tongue, deep into his asshole, I can see that his balls have started to twitch in anticipation. I move up to start cleaning his balls and slowly lick the cum off them completely. Then he slowly feeds his cock into my mouth. It feels like sucking on a slightly melted ice-pop as his juices fill my mouth, and i savour his cum gratefully. We both know he will cum very shortly, so I ask him if there is anything else he would like me to satisfy for him. He replies that i have to finish drinking the bottle of cum for him while he jerks off. I oblige him eagerly by sucking on his cock while he unscrews the cap. I suck on his cock until he pulls out and starts jerking himself off. He continues to pour the cum slowly out of the bottle into my mouth with his left hand, while jerking himself off furiously with his right hand. 
Just as I am about to finish the bottle, I see his cock become fully rigid and ready to explode everywhere. He puts the bottle aside for a moment and shoves his cock deep into my mouth, I can actually feel the cum pumping through the veins in his cock before it hits the back of my throat, and although I have been drinking cum for ages, this fresh batch still turns me on the most, and I keep his cock in my mouth until every last drop has been had. He is spent completely and he moves away from the tub to relax. I take the bottle of cum off him and start to jerk myself off in his piss. I drink down every last drop in front of him. For my party piece, I lie down with my head almost submerged and my cock over my face. I cum powerfully all over my own face, drinking as much as I can, before getting out of the tub. We both go into the shower to clean off, and it is there that we begin round two..........
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Geoff & Billy - Enema lover 3 some
DATE: 10 Sep 2007, 4:45 am / MOOD: High
Upon getting into town, I called Geoff and asked if he wanted company since
it had been awhile since we talked. He told me immediately that he had a
new live-in lover and was very happy about it. I said, "great, well I have
really enjoyed our times together and wish the best for you and your new
partner". He immediately said well that doesn't stop you from coming over,
I have been telling Billy about you and he can't wait to get home from work
so he can play with you and I can either help or watch. Wow, I thought this
was really going to be fun. Geoff and I enjoyed each other's company for 2
hours having our loving session giving each other erotic enemas while
stroking and sucking cock and we both came several times. Geoff had all of
the enema gear ready--the classic red bag with the regular nozzle, douche
nozzle and a dildo nozzle we had purchased. He also had the white 8 oz.
rectal syringe out and the big 10 oz. white douche syringe that I modified
by driling a center hole in the nozzle so you could give a guy a nice "rush"
with the warm soapy water and then use the big nozzle to insert and withdraw
so he got an enema and a fucking at the same time. The Dr. Bronner's
peppermint castile soap was out and so was the large container of vaseline
that was so classic when used with the enema syringes. Geoff left me in the
lower level of the flat while he prepared dinner and I had a very
stimulating time watching all of the really good gay porn while laying on a
soft rug on my tummy. From time to time Geoff would come by and use the
vaseline to lube me and play with my ass inserting 1,2,and 3 fingers while
stroking my balls and my cock becoming erect again. Finally I heard the
door open and footsteps coming down. It was Billy! He was about 5'9, brown
hair cut short with a few blonde highlights, beautiful blue eyes weighing I
guessed about 165. I rose to meet him fully naked and he hugged and kissed
me and said I'm Billy, Geoff has told me so much about you and I really want
to have some fun too. I knelt before him and quickly lowered his pants and underpants. My full attention was on his beautiful manhood about 6" cut with a well formed circumcised head with that slight purplish tinge. I inhaled it at once and began tonguing him and with my hands buried in his beautiful man crack to find his manpucker. He huskily said let's go upstairs and really get comfortable. I followed him up the steps and managed to keep one finger in him all the way up the steps.
I left him with Geoff who was focused on kissing him and caressing those
beautiful little man nipples and went to the bathroom In about 5 minutes I
had everything ready and excused myself telling Geoff, I'm ready and I don't
want the water to get cool. He patted Billy's bottom and said I hope you
don't mind me watching this. Billy who had some idea of what might happen
and Geoff who knew exactly what was going to happen then let me escort Billy
into the bathroom patting his cute cheeks and stroking his beautiful cock.
When I got Billy in the bath, he was a little frightened by the enema bags
and bulb syringes, colon tubes, especially the bulging enema bag and the
smell of the peppermint castile soap waiting in a 2 quart pitcher for him.
I told him to relax and had him lie across my lap like a little boy. I used
the vaseline to really lube him well telling him what he was about to enjoy.
I positioned him so I could reach under and stroke his throbbing erect cock.
I filled the big 8 oz bulb syringe and inserted it in him. As I began to
squeeze the warm soapy enema solution in him, I stroked his cock and
massaged his low hanging balls. He began to moan saying wow this is greater
than I thought it would be. I inserted the nozzle the second time squeezing
in the first 16 ounces and he said ooooh, I have got to go. I let him up
and had him sit on the toilet in my place and could hear by his explulsion
that he didn't have a movement that day. He rested a bit while I kissed his
ears and rubbed his back and tummy when standing in front of him. He began
to suck my cock and his tongue on my cockhead while his hands on my
asscheeks pulled me into him. I was in heavan. I soon layed him on the
floor on a thick towel and began again with the bulb squeezing in 3, 4, 5,
and finally all of the rest of the 2 quarts as I sucked his beautiful cock
and licked his balls at the same time. He was in bliss and took all of the
enema and then sat on the toilet again to finish a really good cleaning. I
then put him back on the floor and used the big enema bag to rinse out the soapy water. When I put him back on the toilet the rush of expelling caused him to blow his load of thick creamy cum all over the towel. He was now really clean. I followed him to the bedroom and gave him 1, 2, and then 3 fingers massaging his prostate and lubing him until I mounted him gently using a condom. He adjusted to my cock and began to push back as I increased my thrusts while reaching under to jack him and he came again as I did and I lay spent on top of him kissing his ears and neck.
We had a nice dinner and Geoff was being a little smart so I decided then and there that he was going to get "his" with some 3 h enemas (high, hot and a hellovalot) before taking him to bed. We then took a walk outside and 2 of Geoff's neighbors said, Gee, I wonder who was having all of the fun. I told them, well I've given Billy some really good enemas
today. Geoff here has been a little smart after dinner and is going to
get a good enema session before bedtime and maybe he will lose the attitude. If Geoff
wants you to join us, I am sure I can give you boys a very erotic sessionswith some real good enema sex. Both flushed and snickered a little but declined saying
they would have to think about the enemas but were amused because they knew
Geoff was going to be on the receiving end very shortly.
These are some of the best times I can remember and boy do I wish I could go
it again. Billy eventually moved on, but I was really in love with Geoff
anyway and had many more pleasureable times giving enemas and blowjobs to
the love of my life.
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Fucked
DATE: 02 Sep 2007, 8:44 pm / MOOD: Other
As I have often said I live at Gods Ass Crack....well tonight I smoked a fatty and hit a rest area about 40 miles from my house. The paths were full and before I knew it I was getting fucked left and right....most of the time guys grab my ample meat and bend over..I took about 7 loads and cum was running down my legs faster than I could wipe it up with my hand and suck it off..man thats hot..then along came this 20 something Latino guy..young for me but I was buzzing and on a fuck high..he got down and sucked my hole like I had honey foaming at my ass lips...you could hear his sucking and slurping all over the woods and my moans ( I LOVE to be felched )..guys would come by watch and beat their meat , then move my greedy ass suckers head,shoot a load up my ass and go...letting him get back to work...fuck I am gonna have to go beat off and finger my ass to suck the drops that he did not get off.. PIG the FUCK Out
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