Fuck u or fucked by u for $

[AdamFin]

I cleaned up Dylan at took his cash. He dressed and sat on the couch and turned in the TV paying no mind to his naked mates.

Craig and I went to his room, leaving the door open.

Dylan walk past as I was giving Craig a full body massage. He looked in.

"I'm gonna close the door cause when he fucks he screams like a bitch, and I'm gonna watch basketball out here."

We did not object.

My hands moved over Craig's smooth chest. I kissed his hard nipples. I kissed his soft penis. Rubbed his pink shaven balls. Ticked his hairless taint. Flirted with his sweet hole. Kneaded his meaty thighs. Turned him over and slapped his lovely ass. Grabbed it and moved it back and forth. I massaged his shoulders. Kissed his neck.

"I'm hard," Craig said. "I'm ready for you to fuck me," he said.

I buried my face in Craig's upturned ass. My tongue danced over his wrinkly. And Damn he tasted good. My finger pierced his tighty with some high quality lube.

He expected it any second. I kissed his back. I rested my dickhead against his hole. He bore down and deeply exhaled and I popped into him and my shaft was sucked into his solid ass. He muttered mouth open "huh uh eh oh uhhh". That's The Language of Fuck for "thank you"--or so I like to think.

I held his thighs and slowly deeply pounded him. He was tight. Very nice add. His fat hard dick bounced under him as I rammed him.

He crumpled to his chest and lowered his ass until he was laying flat. "Suck me, he said."

I withdrew from the bosses ass and took off my condom. He rolled over. I lifted his lever and licked the sides of it. Caressed it with my lips. I felt him pulling his stick back to his body but I held it up. He had a perfect penis. Nice loose skin, a missile shaped head that was longer than most dick heads. His veins were all recessed so there was a complete smoothness to his dick that is rare. My lips and tongue worked his naked head and my fist serviced his shaft.

"You forgot the condom," Craig said. "I know," I said as I came off him and applied his rubber. "I had to taste you," I confessed.

I began to move back down on him when Craig said, "feet in the air".

To be fucked so much and to keep loving it. I rolled over and presented him my whore hole.

He rolled me up so my knees nearly touched my shoulders. He traced the outline of my hole with a spit slimed finger. He used the tip of his tongue to explore the length of my crack and then to tickle my hole.

He brought my ass down. He rested his hands against my inner thighs pushing them apart as far as they would go.

He positioned that perfect condom clad cock, aimed it, rested it against the boulder preventing access to the cave, then leaned forward. As his tongue slipped glancingly into our embracing mouths his cock moved decisively into and filled my happy ass. It was the best penetration I could remember.

The fuck that ensued was sensual, and unfolded slower than usual. It ended with me with my back against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, his strong arms holding me up in place, my ass taking tiny thrust-jolts from his deeply planted dick as he kissed me. Fuck, it was memorable!

He cleaned up. As usual I retreated to the bathroom with my clothes and backpack. I showered, mouth washed and douched. I emerged in ten minutes squeaky clean.

Dylan was absorbed in the TV but looked up to say, "hearing you get fucked through that door actually made me hard. Damn you homos know how to make the noise!"

I laughed. "Call me if you want to plow me."

Craig disappeared into the bathroom to shower.

Dylan said "I definitely don't want to plow with you but I will be calling for a suck."

Why don't you let Craig do it to you? "He's my bi-gay housemate, I can't do anything like that with him, it would fuck up our relationship."

I told Dylan he had a huge cock -- the likes of which I had seen on maybe two other clients -- ever. It was a privilege to taste it. And Craig, I reported, has perhaps the most beautiful hard penis I've experienced.

"Glad you like it," Dylan said. "As long as we are into compliments, I've had more than a hundred blow jobs from a total of like ten-ish chicks, and your mouth was better than any of those and on par with but different than a good pussy fuck."

"I give hundreds of blow jobs every year and I keep getting better," I gloated.

"As soon as I have $75 to blow, I'm gonna get blown."

 

[AdamFin]

I get to the Gay Gym for my naked yoga class. It's not my regular gym. I just signed up for the class.

Yoga is great for helping you be limber which is great in my business.

Of course this place makes me wonder how I have any business. A guy walks in pays a nominal fee and you hang out naked with guys all of whom want sex. You can stare shamelessly, watch others play without fear because it's fully expected even though technically forbidden in the public spaces. And $20 gets you a "room" to go or be fuck/ed in if you get it on. Basically the house rule that's enforced is no penetration outside the little fuck dens.

It seems to me when sex is so easy to score, only extraordinarily undesirable guys should need me. Yet most of my clients are above average lookers.

Of course facility rules -- even in this town -- prohibit pay to play in their little rental rooms.

I stripped in the locker room. The open showers were gushing and a steady stream of guys were moving in and out of the steam and sauna. Probably a half dozen guys in this part of the facility. Some hard some not. One smiling pair were holding hands, hard cocks wagging and balls swaying as they strode toward their "room."

I walked nude and soft through the facility to the makeshift yoga room with my mat.

There were eight men in the class. One guy had a dick that rivaled mine and I stared at him a lot. As we waited for the instructor we all made small talk. Other than me I am certain all of these men had sex with at least one other guy in the class.

I got to partner with Mr. Big dick. And we both got nice and hard. There are movements where you sit with your crotches almost touching. Our hard dicks grazed each other. At other times our hands rested on our partners shoulders. I kept thinking he smelled so nice...

When class was over as we walked to the locker room, he asked me whether I was a Top or Bottom. I told him I was very much both. He confessed he preferred Top but felt he owed it to his fuckmates to bottom. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a fuck, and I explained it would interfere with my job. I told him what I did and he was fascinated.

As we entered the showers he accepted my rejection with a soft smile noting he would not have trouble finding a guy to plow.

We still helped each other bathe. I enjoyed washing his strong back and his big dick and big balls. I truly enjoyed his soapy fingers making sure my dick head was good and clean as three other guys watched.

In the shower his eyes spied a hunk of ass from class he wanted and might be able to get.

By the time I got to my locker he was getting a prelim hand job in the shower and by the time I was dressed he and that guy were off to his room.

 

[AdamFin]

My next two appointments were run of the mill. I like the rev and wife because sinking man ass and pussy in the same session is not a common occurrence. But it was not much different from our last fuck. When it was his turn, the rev was pounding me with his narrow pecker and he of course found religion. He barely pulled out in time to lose the condom and shoot on and then after-sink into his wife's waiting pussy.

The next appointment was a nerdy dude who just really needed to poke an ass. I thought I was fucking him but I got it wrong. He was a silent, methodical, deep, long fucker. Very nice dick. No hesitation in making me his fuck doll. I did not not know he had cum until he pulled out and laid down. I cleaned him up.

 

[AdamFin]

A pretty big house, I thought as I knocked on the door. The door opened. There stood masculine perfection. Late twenties, average height, dark brown short hair, five o'clock shadow. Muscular, strong. Sweet inviting smile. Warm brown eyes. Confident and kind he seemed. My dick hardened.

Caleb ushered me in, and we sat on the couch.

"This is a little odd for me," he said. As he looked me in the eyes, he explained he'd never paid for sex before. He made no claim of virginity. He expressed no hesitancy. Indeed his expression of this being odd was a confident statement.

"Why did you call me," I asked.

He laughed. "I want to fuck," he said. "And you are hot. I ran across you on the internet, and knew I had to have you because I wanted you years ago."

"Huh?" I said.

"I was in gym class with you," he said, "at the community college."

I did not remember Caleb, but it was a huge general requirement class with like sixty people.

Caleb said he watched me strip naked in the locker room and watched me in the showers. He jacked thinking about me.

Once the class and the showers ended he forgot about me. I was just a little lust attraction in his past. Then he saw my web ad.

"When you lust after a guy and then learn years later you can have him for $200, you have to do it..." Caleb said as he took off his t shirt.

I rubbed his tanned chest and tight abdominals.

"So, I am going to fuck you," he said as he slipped out of his shorts revealing a God-gifted cock.

"I was hoping to fuck your meaty ass," I whispered as I joined him in nakedness.

He gently guided me to my knees. "Suck my cock," he ordered. I gave myself to satisfying Caleb's long unsatisfied lust.

As I sank to my knees I took his thick shaft into my hand. It was stone hard hard, hot and throbbing in my grip. I gently moved my fist back and forth to judge the looseness of his skin. I licked his balls and drew each one in turn into my mouth to enjoy my tongue. I spit in my hand and pumped his dick from tip to base. As my fist drew to his body I kissed his frenulum and tickled it with the very tip of my tongue. It was pink and deeply creased, as it should be. Caleb tried to grab my hair but my short hair denied him purchase. He groaned from the tease.

I put the condom on his dick head and slid it to the base of his shaft. And then plunged his dick down my throat. He grabbed my head and fucked it. He was no rookie. He knew well how cock fits mouth and throat. I closed my eyes but kept to my work.

He let go of my head and allowed me back in full control of pleasuring his dick. I bobbed his shaft fast and short and then played with his head between my lips and tongue. Then I went deep a few strokes as I grabbed his meaty ass and pulled his lobes apart.

His pubes in my face and his washboard abs as the backstop to my forehead spurred me on.

I worshiped his dick for half an hour.

He then brought me to my feet pulled me into his embrace. He tongue fucked my mouth as his right hand fisted together and masturbated both of our dicks.

"I love frot fucking," he said.

He laid me on the bed and straddled me. He took off the condom, saying we did not need that "just yet".

He drizzled a long slobber of spit between my right ball and inner thigh. He then pulled my legs together and pressed his naked dick into my crotch. He started to pump. At first it hurt my right nut but I managed to position myself so all I felt was gentle pleasure as his big dick glanced my ball and rubbed my taint. His precum kept the channel slippery.

He was truly ecstatic. He put his arms around me and kissed me as he fucked my taint.

Caleb caught his breath, looked in my eyes and smiled. "I need that condom, now."

I gave him one and he dressed his own penis. He slathered it with lube. He knelt between my legs which I lifted up. He kissed each ankle as he put it over his shoulder.

"Are you ready?" Caleb asked.

"Fuck me," I said.

He moved his big dick to massage my hole with his head. He smiled. I moaned.

I was given over to him. His hands rested on my hips. Penetration was imminent. My eyes closed and I bore down to ease the anticipated entry of his big dick.

"I have a better idea," Caleb said.

He made me stand up. He slapped my ass and grabbed it. "I watched this ass in those showers week after week. I watched you wash it, the soapy water run off it, your hand soaping your crack...and I wanted to walk over to you, bend you over and nail you..."

As I spread my legs and put my hands on my knees, his arms came around my abs, his dick pressed into my ass and he moved his arms up to my chest straightening my back as his fat cock began its work.

He was nailing me steadily, at the end of each thrust he grunted and pounded deeper. His big dick moving in and out made an almost crumpling hiss sound from the friction and suction punctuated by the thwack as his thighs struck my ass at the end of each thrust. His dick wanted to dig deep.

Soon I was on the ground, head down, on my elbows and knees. My balls and hard dick pendulumed as he banged my ass. His powerful hands on my shoulders endeavored to keep my body from retreating from his thrusting cock.

He kissed my neck never giving up his cadence. It felt incredible, and all I could think as he took me is that I wanted into his special ass.

He pulled out slapped my ass and directed me to the bed. He laid me on my back with my head over the side of the bed.

"I'm going to give your ass a break," he said as he whacked my cheeks with his hard dick fresh from my used ass.

He slid it into my gaping mouth and I closed my lips around him. He rested his hands on my chest and fucked my face again. He was surprisingly controlled and only ventured one choking deep throat dive at the end.

He ordered me to present my ass where my face had been. On my back, my legs aloft, my hands holding apart my ass cheeks, he knelt and brought his tongue to my hole and licked it like a dog.

When he stood up I knew from the look in his eye, a lustful determination and desperation that his cum was soon to flow.

His cock slid back into my ass. I implored him to "fuck me" -- and I meant it.

Caleb's ass dimpled as he powerfully fucked me. I simpered like a bitch. He grunted like a man.

"Caleb, yeah, yeah, fuck me, give it to me."

"Yeah, you like it when I fuck you, take it, take it," he said through gritted teeth.

"Nail me," I said.

He jolted me so fast. His dick was like a piston in an engine with throttle open.

He delivered in my ass. And his body dropped onto me. He kissed me with his cock still in me. Our sweaty chests met.

After he caught his breath he retracted his cock and rolled onto his back.

He smiled at me. "You want to fuck my ass?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"It will cost you $200," he said. Caleb rolled on his chest so I could see his muscular ass. "It's not virgin but it's tight and lightly used." He tightened and released his glutes for effect. It was indeed a profoundly beautiful ass.

I kissed each lobe of his ass, and rubbed it gently.

"As much as I want it, and I do badly, no deal."

Caleb smiled. "I'm kinda relieved, I've never been drilled by a cock as big as your bad boy."

For old time sake we hit the shower together.

My dick remained rock hard. "I gotta help you with that," Caleb said.

I eyed his ass, soapy water running over it. "Let me cum in your wet crack,"

He smiled, pressed his body against the wall and permitted my naked dick to slide along his channel. I put my hands on his hips and closed my eyes.

"That feels good," Caleb said. I fucked his crack for all of ninety seconds.

I could not contain a primal scream as my cream flowed down his crack with the warm water. I grabbed his now hard dick as I celebrated my release.

I knelt and gently washed that beautiful ass.

It was well after midnight. As we were toweling off Caleb invited me to stay until morning. I surprised myself when I said yes.

He brought me back to his bed. We changed the sheets and climbed in. Our clean, satisfied naked bodies enjoyed the simple pleasure of sleep.

 

[AdamFin]

Brandon was dark haired Irish. Hazel eyes and wrestlers body.

He was a new client. College aged. Angry gay, which means probably closeted.

"Get naked," he said when I walked into his hotel room. He was fully clothed in jeans and tank top.

I took his $200 and stripped. His hazel eyes were angry and avoided contact except a piercing gaze on my chubbed cock.

"Turn around, spread your ass and bend the fuck over," he said through clenched teeth.

"You a corrections officer," I asked whimsically.

"No. I only fuck healthy holes," he said with no humor.

He turned me around and grabbed my dick and looked for anything amiss. He even squeezed my head to open my slit.

Brandon then slapped my ass. "You are a fine stallion to put in my stable."

"Open your fucking mouth," he commanded. He pulled each of my cheeks with his index finger and looked all over my mouth.

Then Brandon moved his right hand over my chest, back, ass, arms and legs. He moved his fingers along my skull through my short hair. He inspected my pits.

"God damn you are fine," he concluded.

He stripped off. The tank hit the floor revealing a muscular chest and stomach. He stepped out of his jeans revealing powerful legs. Now he stood in simple Hanes tighty whities with a massive bulge and white ankle socks. He took those off.

"I saved the best for last," he announced as he stripped off his tight briefs.

His hard penis was pointing to the sky. His bush was dark and dense.

"I am fucking embarrassed my cock is smaller than yours," he hissed. "Bend over the bed. I'm going to spank you..."

"No you are not," I said. "I'll take a playful slap but I'm not into pain..."

Brandon was ravenously mad at my defiance. He screamed obsenities at me as he slid on a condom.

He shoved me hard into the bed and followed me down. "Fine, I won't slap your ass I'll just nail it to the ground."

When he tried to flip me over I resisted him. We wrestled as I squirmed defiantly. His dick grazed my abs. His powerful arms and chest pinned me with my back down. He was stronger than me.

"You will take it motherfucker," he demanded. As we caught our breath, me totally immobilized under him, he completed the job of turning me over.

With his hands firmly ground into my shoulders, he moved into position.

I easily could have escaped at this point. And as he made final plans to take my ass, he asked ever so respectfully. "Is the fucking whore ready to take it," he growled.

"Get the fuck on with it you fucker," I replied. And then it began.

He banged away at my ass. He thrust from his knees. He rose up on his toes and holding his back rigid push up fucked me. He rested his chest in my back and fucked me shallow from his glutes. He bent back on his elbows and pelvis fucked me -- a feat given the position I was in that only a long and flexible dick could manage.

Brandon never asked me to change position. He demanded little of his bottom except the ability to take it. But he deployed his dick at the impressive behest of every major muscle group. His entire body fucked my ass.

As he laid on the bed, tired and spent, cum oozing from the condom as his cock sagged.

I decided to help him understand the true art.

I stood up a bit more resilient seeming than reality. My ass was sore. But I stood in front of him and rolled a condom over my dick.

"What the fuck are you doing," he said with seeming annoyance. But I saw the change in him. I saw the deep heaves of his chest give way to shallow quicker breaths. I saw his abs tense. I saw him gaze at my penis.

"The big dick in the room is getting some ass," I announced.

He smiled and said "No fucking way."

"Put your legs up. I want you to see me as I fuck you," I said softly.

When he did not do as I said, I rushed him. Before he could turn over or shimmy, I had my hands pressing firmly against his thighs angling his ass hole up. His back was against the headboard. His legs were tired from his fuck and his resistance was now half hearted.

As my cockhead in seconds found his tightly puckered hole he begged me "please go easy."

"Fuck you," I said as I sank him. My words notwithstanding, I took his tight hole very, very slowly. It was an ass vice. But once I was in him he loosened like a pro.

I then fucked him. Not his ass, Him.

As he grunted, grimaced and moaned his dick hardened. The eye contact he avoided from the moment I arrived I now made him accept. Every time he opened his hazel eyes, the dark drown eyes of his fucker were looking through them right to his soul. My face was an inch from his. I felt his breath and he mine. My gaze made clear I was not having sex with him. I was intent on fucking him, taking him, making him mine. And there was no introspection about my fucking him. This was not a sexual workout routine. This wasn't just about cumming. My conquest was to extend beyond his ass to his whole being. No hiding for him. It's me owning this motherfucker and him knowing it.

I banged away. He opened those beautiful eyes, and I saw more than pleasure and bit of pain. I witnessed the surrender as he held my gaze. I rested my forehead against his and my essence flowed into Him and I groaned that primal groan.

When I stopped banging him he closed his eyes again. And I was empty.

He fucked my ass. I fucked him.

"Oh my fucking God," is all he kept saying as I cleaned him up. He was still laying naked and hard on the bed when I left. His eyes were moist. Getting fucked can be emotional.

 

[lgtrmusr]

Following every word @AdamFin. Well done. Question: has our man crossed a line with Brandon?

 

[AdamFin]

As I got in my car I was glad Brandon was my last scheduled fuck for a few days.

I can't fuck like that every time was my initial thought.

Brandon loved me fucking him but I could have walked away without doing it. He did not pay for that. He paid to get off by plowing my ass. It was not right that went into his.

I fixated about the moment I came, looking in his eyes, feeling his breath, his powerful hands on my hips as I pounded. I was not doing kegels faking a cum as I do so often. And nor did I just cum in him like the physical end of a jerk off which is how I normally feel when I do cum on the job.

His ultimate emotional response to me and his deep unlikely submission opened doors in me that breached the whore-client barrier. And it's not like he was very likable. Why this guy?

As I began to drive away I felt like I was escaping him. Then I realized that after I fucked him he got hard again. I left the twenty five year old stud freshly hard. How unprofessional.

So I went back. Brandon was his usual kind self. "What the fuck do you want," he said.

I walked in and hit my knees. He quickly closed the door. He said nothing more. I pulled down his shorts and he took off his shirt.

I took his hard penis in hand. My left hand moved through his dark bush and celebrated his heavy soft balls. I was hard.

I licked his missile cock. He had a big dick head. My tongue explored the deep ridge of his corona. I wanted to taste him, not a condom.

Gently I brought Brandon into my mouth and with reckless abandon I served his dick for twenty minutes.

His hands caressed my face and his fingers moved through my hair and reached down my t shirt.

Brandon lead me to his bed again. He kissed me passionately. He took off my sneakers. He helped me get naked. As he slid off my underwear he kissed my cock.

With my legs over the edge of the bed he knelt between them. He kissed my dick. He licked it. His nose explored my bush. He brought my throbbing member into his mouth and slowly explored my penis with his tongue inside his mouth. He played with my slit with the tip of his tongue.

A few minutes later he moved me to the center of the bed. His eyes fixed on mine. "I've never fucked a guy like a woman," he whispered.

I raised up my legs. He put a pillow under my ass. He lubed his dick.

As we kissed I felt his dick head find my hole. I felt him moving his dick so his cock head brushed back and forth over it.

His penis at the door, he straightened his back. He grabbed my ankles. He looked me in the eyes. I lusted after his beautiful body -- his brown hair and hazel eyes. His muscular chest with manly hair.

He savored looking at me too. He was preparing to fuck me. And his admiration of my submitted body was making me want it so bad.

He smiled. "I forgot the fucking condom."

Brandon dutifully applied it, and as he moved back between my legs this time he went down on his elbows and teased my hole with his tongue. As he did that he stroked my dick.

"Brandon, fuck me," I begged.

As he moved to his knees he fingered the rim of my hole. Then he spit in his left hand and began to jerk me. His right hand guided his dick to my hole.

My breathing quickened. I closed my eyes. I felt his penis again gently press at my hole.

Brandon all the while kept jacking me slowly with his left hand. "Look at me," he said.

As our eyes met, his thick cock moved into me slowly. My mouth opened and my breathing halted until his balls came to rest against my ass. My own hands holding my own thighs I was certain would leave a bruise. I clenched so hard.

"Oh my God," I said. He kissed me. My hands explored all of his body within my reach,

I traced his chest. He was looking at my pulsing dick and holding my ankles as he began the fuck,

He allowed his hands to wander as his dick moved within me. I began to stroke myself. The joy of that and the feeling of him fucking me was indescribable. We moaned and grunted like fuckers. Our eyes danced over each other and closed when overwhelmed.

He put my legs over his shoulders and settled into a powerful banging. I felt myself losing it and squealed as I shot strings of cum on my chest.

The smell of fresh cum -- something like cut-grass and bitters -- filled the air. As his banging intensified and became more urgent and erratic, I moved two fingers through the cum on my chest. I reached up and offered him. He brought my fingers in his mouth and tasted.

My feet fell off his shoulders and bounced dangling in air each time he slammed me. Then Brandon extended his hands up over his head and made deep thrusts as he screamed "yes". He reminded me of a hockey player who just made a goal.

He looked in my eyes. He stopped breathing and thrusting. "Uh-ah-y e ah,". he whispered. He finished his ejaculation.

He pulled out of me quickly. Without pause he poured the cum in his condom on my chest and swirled it with my remnant. He brought his cum coated fingers to my mouth and I sucked them like a lolipop. I did the same for him.

We cum kissed.

He first fucked my ass.
I fucked him.
Then he.... I'm just not sure what to call what that was...

 

[lgtrmusr]

The possibilities are endless. Well done!

 

[AdamFin]

Mark was a nineteen-year old ass-virgin. He was also hot as hell.

He answered his dorm room door and quickly ushered me in. He was nervous as hell! I was surprised his roommate was there as well.

"Look," he said with $200 in his hand. "I am totally straight, but I've been offered cash by this pervert if I take it up the ass, and more if I give it up the ass too," he reported.

"Why don't you two just fuck," I asked.

"Two good reasons," Mark explained.
"I am not going to live with the guy I do this with. He needs to disappear. And second, he just wants to see it."

Arnold the roommate was the son of a trading magnate, rich as hell, from the Philippines.

"Why didn't Arnold just hire me to arrange something," I inquired.

"I want to see his straight naked body getting plowed," Arnold said straightforwardly.

Mark was indeed fine. A runner's body. And an inviting, warm face. And a sweet shaped bubble ass.

Mark gulped. "So, are you in." I smiled and slipped my money in my pocket.

"So how should we do this?" He asked. I approached him to kiss him and rub him and he rejected me.

"I propose I fuck your ass first," I told him. "And maybe you'll rise up to revenge your pounding,"

Our conversation then turned to whether he had readied himself. He assured me his hole was ready.

"Get naked," I said as I took off my T-shirt.

Mark took off his shirt to reveal a muscular hairless torso with a deep even tan. His man tits were small and dark brown. His stomach was ripped. He had dirty blond hair.

He took a deep breath as he pulled down his shorts and briefs. His dick was soft, uncut, resting against and hanging past his balls. His left one hung markedly lower than the right. His bush was dense and natural but he clearly shaved his stomach above his waist -- too bad cause he'd probably have a nice cum catcher line.

He left on his white no show socks. I like fucking a guy in those. I don't know why.

His soft cock was as long and thick as an average man's hard-on.

"Okay," he said. "Well, let's get this over with. What position should I be in."

I put him on his knees, spread apart some, and gently pushed him forward. He rested his weight on his forearms.

I peeled apart his toasted-brown ass, revealing a doughy-white crack line lined with ass hair. A delicate, small puckered barely-pink hole was revealed. It was so incorporated in his crack and so congruous in color you could almost miss seeing it.

Mark was a virgin's virgin. I squeezed his ass.

"To get you ass-fucked requires me to spend quality time in there," I told him with a big smile.

"But I respect a virgin ass, and it will take me time before I can fuck it."

He flinched as my lubed index finger touched his sweet hole. "Have you put anything in there?"

"Just today that fucking tube to clean it," he said. "And that thing was a torture device."

 

[AdamFin]

I gently circled the rim of thick muscle with my finger. Mark relaxed only marginally.

Arnold meanwhile sat in a chair with his hand down his pants. He said nothing but watched everything unfold.

I pushed my index finger right against Matk's pucker and finally it relented.

"Jesus," Mark protested. "That fucking is not fun."

Gently I advanced my finger into his fuck channel. The tightest hole I ever encountered. I slowly finger fucked his ass. I pushed up and pulled down. I eventually buried my index finger in him as deep as it could go. He complained about every millimeter.

It took forever and a lot of panting by mark to advance to two fingers.

"Can't we just get this the fuck over with," he stammered.

"Oh, I am gonna fuck you," I assured him. "But if you plan on walking out of here I need to get your tight ass able to take a fat long cock."

"Just FUCK me and get it over with," he protested.

"You open up your ass vice a little and I'd fuck you in an instant," I replied.

I kept working him.

I slowly removed my fingers from him. I rested my hands on each side of his naked upturned butt. I gently pulled it apart. I rested my cock in the resulting crack and squeezed the ass lobes around it like a hot dog in a roll. I lubed my naked cock and rubbed up his crack

"You have a fine ass," I told him.

His breathing told me he knew it was coming soon now.

I put on my condom. I lubed. I spit on his hole. I looked at his sweet ass.

"I am the last man to see your virgin ass," I told him.

I rested my left hand on his hip after arching his back just right. I guided my lube-covered penis into the ready position with my right hand. My dick head was at his door.

With my eyes closed I told him: "Mark. You are about to lose your ass virginity."

"Fuck me already you homo slut," he muttered.

And with that I opened my eyes, pushed firmly and gazed down to see my cock head enter him. Not surprisingly he protested the dismfort and ordered me to stop. I immediately did.

"Just breathe and relax," I told him.

I was only in an inch. I pulled out about a half inch and then moved back in. He grunted but did not protest.

Slowly, slowly my dick was moving into him deeper but delicately and he was panting like a woman giving birth.

"Shit, I don't know what you people get out of this," he said.

"When I am done with you, Mark, you probably will know."

I very patiently relaxed his hole with slow thrusts.

Thirty minutes of ass expansion by dick, I said to him;

"It's time for me to turn you over, Mark. You are ready to be plowed for real."

Without fully coming out of him I got him on his back. I pushed my hands to his thighs. His feet, in white socks, dangled in the air. His toes were tightly curled.

As I sank deep into him he whimpered. His big soft dick was in my gaze now as I watched my own disappear.

Mark's balls still hung low and he reached down with his left hand to cup them so they would not get bashed as he was fucked.

I could see from his face the pure discomfort was past and he was experiencing the complex physical feelings that a big dick moving in your ass creates.

I don't think he loved it, because I think he was not gay. But he understood it a little better.

I grabbed his ankles just below his socks. I looked up and began pounding him for real. My thrusts bounced his dick, and jolted his whole body. He was silent. His facial contortions and halting breathing told the story.

A sense of obligation required me to cum in him. His virginity loss should be fully celebrated.

"I am going to C-U-M!" I squeezed his dangling feet and held my breath as wave after wave of euphoria flooded my being and my ejaculating penis stopped pumping.

He watched me stand up and take off the condom.

He looked over at Arnold who was smiling broadly. "Give that to Arnold," Mark said. "As a trophy. He paid a lot for it."

Arnold took it and to my surprise put the open end in his mouth and slurped down the contents.

Mark sat up.

"Are you ready to fuck me Mark," I asked.

He let out a chuckle. He looked down at his big soft cock and said, "I'd have a better chance at kicking your ass than fucking it."

Arnold was direct. "You want the rest of the cash? Then you have to fuck him and that means cumming in him too."

I must admit. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted mine to be the first ass he owned. I wanted no part of his gay-virginity to survive this day. He was insanely attractive to me.

I laid on the bed. I waited for his decision.

 

[lgtrmusr]

Unanticipated twists and turns. Nicely done.

 

[AdamFin]

Mark wanted the additional money.

He laid down his naked body on the bed and his right hand began to work his dick. His eyes were tightly closed.

Nothing happened. His balls and dick were fondled but the cock remained sleepy soft. It was fun to watch, but not productive!

I moved between his legs and began to narrate a tale about a fine-racked babe and soft pussy. He hardened just a bit.

His inexpert hands I brushed aside and as I told him "she's going down on you". I pushed back his foreskin and enveloped his chubbed cock with its pink missle head revealed in my mouth and felt him grow to full potential in my head.

He permitted me to suck him for only a moment.

With his eyes shut he said simply, "Give me your pussy." I rolled over on my stomach and waited for my ass to be pierced.

He slapped it. "Your pussy, I said!"

I rolled onto my back. His hand pressed my thighs as my legs went aloft and his hard rod found my hole.

His eyes remained closed as his massive thick condomed cock moved swiftly to hide in my willing ass. I squealed as his fat and long penis fucked me.

Once he began the fuck the pleasure his dick experienced preserved his erection. As he plowed me mercilessly he ocassionally looked down on me. Every time he did he'd slam deeper out of cadence and resume jackhammering my ass. I began to stroke my dick as he came to rest his heavy hands on my chest.

The tight lobed muscled ass I had taken only a short time ago now powered his relentless fuck of mine. And I mean relentless.

His body glistened with sweat, drops of which rained down on my chest. He refused to pause. He fucked on two speeds -- deep and fast or shallow and even faster.

"Oh. My. God.," I kept repeating as my left hand jerked myself and my right hand rested on his hip.

"Give it to me, yes," I implored him as the sound of his fucking--the slapping of flesh to flesh joined by the dorm bed springs' shrill squawk that followed each jolt he delivered to my ravaged ass--filled the air.

His eyes met mine for a moment. He then closed his tightly. He Fucked harder and faster and whispered, "Forgive me."

His thrusting then became erratic, his fingers dug into my chest. He lifted his head up and his dick pressed deep then suddenly stopped thrusting. His toes still hidden in those white socks curled reflexively.

Mark's penis pushed his milk into my ass.

Immediately he pulled out of my ass, stood up and slipped off the condom which he gave to Arnold. He said nothing.

Arnold wasted no time eating his roommates' milk.

I ventured to reach over and rub Mark's ass. He gently deflected my hand away from any touch.

He pulled off his socks which he just noticed were still on, His dick was quickly retreating. He pulled his foreskin over his glistening glans. He grabbed his shampoo and his white towel. Holding the towel infront of him him he walked his naked ass out of the dorm room to take a shower down the hall.

I thought it was odd he left the room without wrapping the towel.

Licking his lips, Arnold tossed the condom like an oyster shell depleted of its delicacy into the waste basket.

"It's an all men's dorm. After 10 pm no women are permitted until after noon the next day," Arnold explained.

"This floor has pretty much all varsity athletes because it's right next to the gym and training facility," Arnold further explained.

Arnold tossed me a towel, as he began to undress. "We all need a shower," he said.

Having watched me and his roommate fuck having not even removed his sneakers I confess my surprise at seeing him now drop his tighty-whities.

Arnold's soft dick was very average. His body was short and muscular. His skin was light brown and sported thick black hair only at his crotch and pits. His haircut was super short.

He had a wrestlers' body--bulky but fit and toned.

We walked naked to the showers towels in hand. I just followed his bubble ass.

The showers were four simple heads on one wall. We joined Mark's shower in progress. He said the obligatory "hey" as we hung our towels. Arnold selected the head at the opposite end from Mark and I chose the one next to Arnold. Leaving one free.

And then came another guy. "You fucks using up all the hot water?" Jeremy said as he claimed the last head. "Who would have thought this'd be grand central at this hour."

"It's always busy at this hour," Mark said. "Guys are getting cleaned up to go out."

"Whose this dude," Jeremy asked, looking over at me and looking me up and down.

 

[AdamFin]

I smiled but did not say anything.

Mark introduced me as his cousin, Matthew, in town for a conference.

Mark felt no need to explain how I ended up in the dorm showers and Jeremy did not ask more.

It was nice showering alongside these young men. Jeremy was athletic and fit. He had a naturally hairy body. The soapy water moved through his forest of chest hair with suds getting trapped and as it flowed along is naked torso into his crotch it almost seemed to slow. His hair was almost shaven-short on his head.

Jeremy's dick was slightly chubbed. He scrubbed under and around his corona in full view. He squatted a bit and lifted his ample hairy balls to guide the stream of soapy water to detour to his taint and then released them to scrub the zone with his hand.

All the while the conversation between Arnold, Mark and Jeremy was light and easy -- free wheeling from the day in sports, the best pizza on Main Street, and Arnold's gross taste in cologne.

We toweled off roughly at the same time and put our towels around our waists for the walk back.

Mark walked into his room, followed by Arnold and then me. I was closing the door when Jeremy came through. "Yo, let me in," he said with a smile. He walked into the room.

I was clearly missing something.

Mark said nothing, dropped his towel and quickly proceeded to pull on his underwear and shorts. A tight T just as quickly covered his chest. He slid into his flip flops, took an envelope from Arnold and wordlessly walked out.

He said nothing.

The three of us stood there in white towels. I was bewildered. Arnold smiled mischievously. "This is my roommate, Jeremy," he said.

"What the fuck," I said.

"Exactly," said Arnold as they both dropped their towels.

Jeremy locked the door.

Arnold was hard. Jeremy, standing naked arms-akimbo at the door was not yet.

Arnold knelt and laid his chest forward on the low-sitting college bunk I had just gotten ravaged on. The smell of Mark's sweat still radiated from the place.

"Don't worry, I have an envelope for you and condoms only," Arnold smiled.

"Kneel here next to me," he asked.

I wondered how much choice I had.

I looked over at Jeremy. He was hard now. His hard dick was veiny and pretty damn long, not especially fat but certainly above average. He applied the condom like an expert.

"Do what he says," Jeremy said. It was a command but spoken like a plea.

I took off my towel and knelt next to Arnold and rested my chest on the bed. Our legs and hips touched. He put his lower leg over mine. Side by side our asses were turned to Jeremy.

"I like what I see," Jeremy said.

"May God have mercy," sputtered Arnold.

"Not today," Jeremy said, as the stud parted Arnold's ass, leaned forward and spit four times on Arnokd's hole. Jeremy then knelt and moved his dick back and forth in the spit-lubed crack if Arnold's ass.

"Oh that's fine," Jeremy said.

Arnold looked over at me, our bodies still touching both in this submissive posture. His right hand found my left hand and he inlerlaced his fingers with mine.

Right about then I felt Jeremy move between my legs. He pushed open my ass crack and spit once. I expected him to hump my crack as he did with Arnold. But instead his firm dickhead pressed on my hole and instead of relenting after a quick introduction he thrust into me.

I squeezed Arnold's hand at the unexpected intrusion. My chin lifted off the bed and I grunted.

Jeremy began fucking me like most nineteen or twenty year olds fuck -- powerfully but not well intuned.

His dick was a bit shorter than Mark's and not as fat. While he was fucking me as hard or harder than Mark, Jeremy was pretty easy to take.

I enjoyed him a great deal. And at his deepest the thinner dick touched something Mark's fatter one just could not.

After a few minutes Jeremy drew out of me. "Your ass is sweet, man," he smiled as he caught his breath.

"Okay, get Arnold ready for me," he said.

"Huh?" I said.

Jeremy was incredulous. "His virgin hole needs to be readied for dick, my dick, and that's your job," he said. "So do it."

"So Mark was a virgin," I asked Arnold. "Yes," he replied.

Jeremy explained he banged a virgin dude who then broke up with Jeremy because it was such a painful experience. He and Arnold were getting it on in the gay bar and this spurned dude cock blocked Jeremy by warning Arnold.

So Arnold laid out a plan to lose his ass virginity with the help of an expert. Me.

Watching Mark lose his was Arnold's way of testing his expert -- in somebody else's tight virgin ass.

Jeremy insisted that his cock be the one to claim his boyfriend but had no credibility to do it well.

"You are going to coach me," Jeremy said. "Then I will fuck Arnold gently, etc., but when I'm more wound up than he can take I'm gonna give him a rest and pound your experienced ass right there next to his a bit."

I moved into position and brought my finger to Arnold's hole and began to massage his muscled door. Jeremy watched and stroked his own cock. I reached around with my other hand and pleasured Arnold.

"This will take time," I told Jeremy. "Get your finger ready." I told him.

"You do the finger thing," Jeremy said. "I'll keep my cock ready."

 

[AdamFin]

I was about to digitally penetrate Arnold. I stopped.

"Turnover boy," I told him.

I explained to Arnold with Jeremy interjecting that the issue was not taming Arnold's ass. That's easy enough. The problem was Jeremy.

"The only way this self centered hole-fucker can learn to properly take ass virginity is for him to lose his," I said.

Jeremy had told Arnold he had been ass fucked. I thought otherwise. And it did not take much to get Jeremy to confess his ass had never been plowed.

Arnold turned to me. "What's your plan?"

I replied: "We let your wild Stallion get his fuck on in my ass. He cums, the whole bit. He's brought down. I then take his virginity, and he'll know just what to do, and why, and I leave and he will take yours."

Jeremy protested. I laid my chest on the bed and awaited dick in my ass.

Arnold and Jeremy argued. They kissed passionately, shoved each other around a little and it was resolved.

Arnold sat on the bed and told me to suck his cock on all fours. I did. Meanwhile I felt Jeremy's strong hands around my midriff. His penis moved between my fleshy hills. His dick then rammed into me and flailing, brutal groaning ass pounding ensued. I stopped bobbing down on Arnold's dick. I locked my head in position and with each thrust Jeremy delivered and my recoil I transferred the jolt to the dick between my lips.

In less than ten minutes Jeremy's cum flowed. And Arnold drank from the condom and licked Jeremy's naked dick clean.

"Man, I don't know," Jeremy nearly whimpered. I rubbed my hands through his chest hair.

I threw him a towel. "We're gonna go wash out your pretty ass now." I told him.

Arnold kept watch at the entrance to the showers as I bent him over and flush-cleaned Jeremy inside out. He was thankfully good and clean already.

"Now I am going to tenderly fuck you," I told him as we reentered the dorm room.

I put him in a position where he went down on his knees and sat back on his own feet, almost, but upturned his ass a little.

My lubed finger massaged that rim of muscle. Arnold ran his fingers reassuringly across Jeremy's scalp.

Just as my pinky pierced his hole he lamented, "This was not in my plan for today...oh shit!"

Jeremy's hole was not as tight as Mark's and his anatomy was predisposed to being a good bottom.

He was tight but not vice tight.

"I am going to put my dick into your ass now," I told him.

All was well lubed. I put myself firmly in position. I grabbed his shoulders with my hands and steadily began the press. The push on a square inch of your being that when it gives, you are no more an ass virgin.

He whimpered. I told him to push back at me like he was about to shit -- and he opened to me. I intended to advance only an inch but I slid half way into him.

He jolted. "That hurt. But felt so great too." I fucked him in tiny strokes -- an inch in, an inch out. A bit deeper, a bit longer thrusting.

In no time I was fucking him. He loosened well. And damn did he like it.

Arnold kissed him as I fucked. He hummed "ummm, yeah, ohhh" as he took it.

"He's had enough," Arnold said suddenly. More like he could not get enough.

"I can't believe I am saying this," Jeremy gulped. "But I want you to cum in me Arnold, not him. Please put your cock in me. Please!"

Arnold had never fucked before and viewed himself as wanting to be a bottom guy. He was scared. But all he needed to do this was a hard dick -- and that he sure had. Arnold agreed.

I withdrew from Jeremy, turned him over and guided Arnold between his lover's legs. I positioned Arnold's hands on Jeremy's broad chest. They locked eyes. I grabbed Arnold's naked aching cock and from behind applied a condom. I then guided it to Jeremy's hole. I told Arnold to "now just ease into him" and both men whined in ecstasy as Arnold penetrated and began to fuck. He grabbed Jeremy's ankles and slowly they made tender love.

As they were at it, I took another quick shower to get the funk of the fuck off of me. I was joined by a couple drunk college guys getting back to the dorm from the bars. I got dressed and left. Arnold managed to tell me where my envelope was. Arnold was screwing away like a champ as I closed their door behind me.

Arnold texted me hours later that Jeremy indeed sweetly took Arnold's ass later that night and it was incredible. He thanked me.

Three virgins down.

 

[lgtrmusr]

Unexpected story and delightful.

 

[AdamFin]

Dylan did the worst. And so it was my job to fuck him. I'll explain.

For years the Upper Milky Bay rugby club had an annual tradition where the team member who scored worst on a series of drills had to kiss a randomly selected players naked ass. It was a decades long standing ritual designed to exorcise any demons in the clubhouse. It stopped working.

After two years of terrible losses the club manager decided some inspiration was needed.

He brought in my web ad and at a team meeting explained the deal. He told them I was a gay whore. He made them each pony up twenty bucks for my fee. And whoever fared worst on the base drills in three weeks was going to get drilled by me in the clubhouse -- in front of the team.

Apparently I was inspirational. Never had the team performed so well, but there had to be a sacrifice and Dylan who tripped on the fifty meter dash came in last overall by a fraction of a second.

The semi-public fuck of Dylan was to occur on Saturday morning at 8:00 am, immediately following practice.

The team showered after practice and everyone got dressed except Dylan who waited anxiously with a white towel around his waist.

The rugby club used a locker facility associated with a multituse field and outdoor pool. It was theirs every Saturday from 5am to 9am. They called it the "clubhouse."

Clubhouse was not a proper description. It was a cinder block structure comprised of a shower room with three shower poles and a concrete floor. There was a changing area without lockers. The change area had several wood benches. A single light bulb in the locker room was the only source of artificial light. There were however four screened small windows at the top of the cinder block wall--two in the showers and two in the changing room. They allowed in slivers of natural light and doubled as the ventilation system.

When I walked in the air was humid, filled with lingering odors, an amalgum of Irish spring, cheap cologne and sweat.

All eyes were on me. "Hi guys," I said. My salutation returned only murmured chuckles. The men save one were fully dressed and sitting on the benches situated along the perimeter of the small dingy room.

The manager stood up and gave me the $400, slapped me in the back and said "Go easy on him, son." The room erupted in nervous laughter.

"This is Dylan," the manager said as the young man stood up and came forward.

He was in his twenties. Short hair, tanned skin, muscular body. Very handsome. Dylan gripped his towel with his left hand. He was beyond nervous. But here he was.

I thought it best to be matter of fact. I took off my clothes as he watched.

When my cock was revealed one of the guys said sympathetically,"yo Dylan that dick is almost as big as yours!"

As I faced him, he took off the towel. His large pillow soft cock dangled over his big balls.

I realized then that I knew him. Dylan saw the recognition come to me and his anxious expression grew more so.

I had given Dylan a blow job as a side deal when I serviced his gay housemate, Craig.

He looked at me and glanced at my cock and said "I really did lose." His teammates nodded in agreement, and only I knew the hidden meaning of that statement. I believed him.

"Let's get this over with," he said as he proceeded to bend over and put his hands on the cold wall.

I walked to him over the gritty floor. My cock was quaking hard. I applied my condom and wagged my dick. I slapped his ass with it.

Groans moved through the team. One guy said "oh my God". Others closed their eyes. "I know I gotta be here but I can't watch this..."

I positioned his ass. He tensed reflexively when my hands touched his hips.

"Hold steady," I told him. I so wanted him. His ass was a feast. Hairy, muscular, virgin

I spread his cheeks and looked on his tight puckered hole. I could see it already glistened with lube.

The room fell silent. I moved my dick to his hole. I aimed. With one hand on my rod and another on his shoulder I leaned forward gently.

My dick entered him a few inches. His mouth gaped and he made sounds that could come from pain or pleasure. I very slowly continued to introduce my whole big dick to his tight ass. It was not long before I was disappearing in him, balls deep, but taking mercifully slow thrusts as he grunted.

The men watching were reverently quiet now.

For twenty minutes I took his sweet, tight, hairy virgin ass.

I finally sank deep into him and stopped. I made a few grunts like I was cumming and then withdrew from Dylan.

"It's over," I told him. He slowly lifted his back and without looking back at me he walked into the showers and a moment later I heard the spray.

I looked at the men looking at me and walked toward my pile of clothes. The manager stood up.

"Not so fast," he said. "The fee we paid entitles him to fuck you."

"Technically that's true," I said. "But that's not going to happen." I was right. Dylan was not going to do me,

The manager had a different plan. "One of you," he said to the lads, "is going to avenge Dylan by taking this guy."

The team was not having it at all. Nor was I. Another guy, another fee. Period.

"Who on this team had the biggest dick?" the Manager asked.

"You all know," I said.

"It's Brian," one of them said. And no one disagreed.

"I am not going to fuck a guy's ass, or this guys," Brian said.

After some debate, the team decided the way to honor Dylan's sacrifice and bring him shamelessly back to the team was to expose themselves to some small measure of the same indignity he suffered for them. Something that would make the whole thing a forever unspeakable for them all.

I was given given $200 more. Every man, twenty in all, who was a witness to Dylan's sacrifice would participate. They lined up one behind the other naked. As Dylan stood now fully dressed watching one by one the men presented before me. I was on my knees at the entrance to the shower. I top to bottom licked each man's balls and put his dick between my lips and sank it fully into my mouth, then kissed his abs. Some of the guys were semi hard.

The guys one by one entered the showers and took a quick teamshower to wash their junk.

I so wanted to join them but when I released the twentieth penis from my lips, and kissed my last hard abdominal, my place was to go.

 

[JackM]

I love the exhibitionism in this! If only there was more real life sex as a spectator sport. (I can't be the only one to think this, otherwise porn wouldn't be so popular.)

 

[AdamFin]

I was in the hotel room in a plush white robe. There was a little knock at the door. And in walked Morgan. He was a middle-aged likely married guy. He had a few extra pounds on his midsection. Morgan sported short brown hair. His nervous blue eyes avoided holding contact with mine.

He was dressed in cargo shorts, a solid t shirt and sneakers with white socks.

"Hi," he managed. "I am Morgan."
He handed me $400.

"Thank you," I said as I laid back on the bed. "Morgan, what would you like to do in the next hour."

He looked at me and gulped. "I have never been with a man," he said haltingly. "And I've so wanted to do this..."

I slowly untied my robe. And opened it up. Morgan's gaze went to my big soft cock. He scanned my hairless chest. "You will love it," I promised

"You are beautiful," he offered.

And he just stood there, frozen. I stood up and took the robe off. To my surprise, Morgan slowly dropped to his knees.

He looked up at my naked body, himself still fully dressed, and asked, "May I touch your cock?"

My dick was an inch from his face, I knelt and faced him, ran my hands through his soft short hair and softly caressed his anxious face.

"You are in charge," I said almost forcing him to look at me. "But before we move into it, let me undress you."

He gulped. He clearly knew his body was not great. And his self image of it was likely far worse than the middle aged reality.

He closed his eyes. I lifted Morgan's T and he obligingly raised his hands. The hairy chest revealed had a slight sag. His abdominal had no definition and a significant paunch.

His deeply bronzed, tanned, strong arms contrasted with the milky white torso. He had a farmers tan but not a farmers body.

I found the button to his shorts. Softly kissing his neck, I whispered in his ear "Please stand up Morgan."

He came up off his knees leaving my face at his crotch. I unbuttoned his shorts. He moaned. As I kissed his hairy soft stomach, I unzipped his baggy shorts. They obligingly fell to the floor. He had on classic white hanes.

Morgan's hard dick was outlined by the tight underwear and a wet precum spot told me it was readying for duty.

Morgan stepped out of the cargo shorts. I untied both of his black nikes and he took them off.

I made him lift each foot in turn and I peeled off his soft white socks. I ran my hand gently up the length of his strong well defined hairy leg. As my hand advanced over the line of demarcation on his upper thigh between bronze and milky white he shuttered.

With my index finger I traced his hard cock held back by his underwear. He groaned. "My god," he whispered.

I did the same thing with my lips, nibbling through the cotton barrier. As I did so I rested both hands on his ass. "Oh fuck," he said.

Morgan's flats butt rested atop thick muscular thighs.

I felt my own cock go hard as I wondered whether this ass would be added to my dick's "been in there" list.

I gently stretched and pulled down the waist band on Morgan's Hanes to free his penis.

Morgan's package was well proportioned -- ample bush framed a nice set of balls. His penis was a smaller but not tiny, cut, a nice missle cone atop his shaft with a pronounced glans ridge.

I took hold of his cock. It was concrete hard. "May I suck your cock," I asked looking up at Morgan. He nodded and closed his eyes.

I pulled his resistant cock down. My lips went to his head, and I gently kissed it. Then the tip of my tongue introduced me to his slit and he offered a nice dribble of bitter dick slime as an invite to go further.

As my lips moved down his dick Morgan whimpered, his strong legs quivered and he clasped his hands behind his neck.

He murmured "thank you" and gently massaged my scalp with his fingers and caressed my neck as I gave him deep head, delivering my chin to his balls and my nose into his bush.

Eventually I stood up and returned to the bed. I laid down and asked him again what he wanted.

Morgan crawled over the end of the bed between my legs. Morgan's rough hand gently pulled up my hard dick, and brought his outstretched tongue like a red carpet to greet my big worm. I felt my dick slide along his tongue and then he closed his mouth, his lips enveloping me at mid shaft. He sucked and slowly piston fucked my cock. Though he never took more than half my dick, he had a great natural dick worship.

"Morgan, do you want to fuck me now," I asked him.

"I do," he said. "But I also want you to be in me. I want to feel that," he said as a small tear moved down his cheek. He was overcome with all that this indeed was.

I brought up my legs and gently pulled apart my ass. He looked at my pink hole and looked away. He swallowed hard. His breathing was halting. Morgan asked "may I lick you,"

In a moment Morgan's big tongue was exploring its first anus.

I tapped him on the shoulder and handed him a condom.

He took it, looked at like it was a valuable gem. As he opened the wrapper another tear fell down his face. He knew what this meant.

He slipped it on over his throbbing cock. He delicately and slowly lubed himself and me.

Morgan positioned his dick in my ass channel but his dick head was above my door.

Morgan forehead met mine. I could feel him breathe. I felt his cock move down my channel until it found my anus.

As a solitary tear fell from his face onto mine, his dick petitioned my asshole and I let him in. I moaned. His little dick went right to balls deep.

What followed was a sensual first ass fucking by a man who was long overdue.

After a nice romp Morgan pulled out having not yet cum and asked "give me your big dick." He laid over the edge of the bed, flat ass up and years overdue ready.

My penis bounced as I positioned. I slapped his flat ass with my cock. He was so ready for what he thought this would be like. I warned him the first time was often "difficult" and we would work up to my dick.

"Plunge it in," he said. I brought my dick to his virgin aperature. I began the press, observing my dick shaft bending under the escalating pressure I was applying. Morgan screamed "holy fuck, fuck that does hurt," he squealed. "Keep going," he commanded. Very slowly I sank into him until I saw only my bush touching his ass. He was breathing like a women in labor.

I rubbed his shoulders knowing he was about to feel the first retreat of a dick filling him up. I gently retreated, gently returned, over and over.

"Go ahead, bang my ass," he invited. I did not exactly power fuck him but I did move beyond slow motion. I loved his moaning, his deep desire to be taken.

I leaned over him with my dick buried and asked him "how do you want to cum."

 

[laptoper]

Really enjoying this story. Loved the chapters with Brandon especially. Time for another meeting between the two me thinks. Cheers and keep it cumming.

 

[AdamFin]

Mario has done me many times. He barely spoke, as usual. He paid. He got naked. He wagged his big dick. He positioned my ass as he liked. He fucked it hard. Very hard. He came in it. He left the warm coozing condom on my back. He dressed. He left. I rolled over.

Many of my clients were simple breeders in need of a willing ass hole.

I liked their simple primal power.