older-younger

Henry ‘Rocky’ King lived two doors down from me. We had ‘bumped’ into one another at least three times a day for a year, coming and going mostly from our jobs. We had never actually had more than a casual conversation as we passed each other in the hall or shared a ride in the elevator.



Henry, or Rocky as he preferred, was older than me by about 15 years but was in better shape than most guys my age. He had spent a few years in the military and was also a former boxer. He joked once that his nickname Rocky didn’t come from Stallone’s character but rather from the flying squirrel in those Bullwinkle cartoons. When I asked him for details, he laughed and said something are better not talked about.



Rocky was a good looking man. Not that I looked at men in that way, but he was a solidly-built black man with one of those smiles that disarmed you immediately. As good looking as he was, I was sure Rocky had his fill of all the tail he wanted but oddly never saw any woman ever come or go from his apartment.



It was his life, his business and I didn’t obsess about it. I did think it a little odd, but we’re all a little odd. Aren’t we?



As far as a social life, especially one with the ladies, was concerned, I certainly had no place to talk. I was in my fifth month of a very dry, almost arid, dry spell. Sadly my social life lately consisted solely of me, some Kleenex, and some baby lotion.



I was also spending time looking at porn on the Internet. I entertained myself by chatting in chat rooms with anonymous strangers and jerking off to dirty talk and dirty thoughts. I was also starting to frequent the local adult bookstore. Not your ordinary seedy bookstore with jack-off booths in the back, this was a well lit store on the main drag of town. The clientèle was diverse, consisting of all races and all demographics, including frustrated housewives and drunk girls shopping for bachelorette party supplies. Except for the night of a huge rainstorm a month or so ago you hardly ever saw anybody walking around the store in raincoats.



The store carried magazines, DVD’s and a huge assortment of toys. And an assortment of huge toys.



Originally I wasn’t interested in the toy section. I was lonely and frustrated but I wasn’t desperate enough to want to start shoving things in my ass. Never say never though. Right?



I was interested, however, in Candy’s huge selection of movies and although I had a rental card, I started to buy more and more titles.



Despite the fact that the pretty black girl at the counter always smiled at me, I worried that she was judging me. I tried to tell myself that there were so many other people coming in and out on a daily basis I was sure to blend in with the crowd. I was just buying movies and was positive, at least what I convinced myself I was, that it was her freakier customers who she remembered and was sure to laugh at with her friends.



After a while, my sexual tastes began to vary. I was becoming bored with just the regular girl on guy-guy in girl stuff. Pretty soon I started to wander through Candy’s Toy Chest and browse those shelves and small rooms that I had never even thought about venturing into.



Some of the titles of the movies on the shelves cracked me up and some of the artwork on the cover boxes turned me off immediately. The fetish section was a little scary. I’m not into pee or whips and chains. I guess I was still a little normal. Other movies though grabbed my attention and I was surprised to feel the reactions I felt. Sometimes, I guess, your cock has a mind of its own. Sometimes your cock has a better idea of what turns you on than your brain does.



It wasn’t too long before I was renting a few titles that a year ago I would have bet you a million dollars I would never even touch, much less watch, much less buy. Now here I was, standing in the BI/GAY section of my local adult bookstore and toy store, looking at photos of huge cocks and tight asses and getting a funny little butterflies-in-my-tummy sort of stirring in my body.



I started slow by selecting movies which featured threesomes, mostly two guys and one girl.



As time went on, though, I found myself fast-forwarding through the scenes with the girl and stopping on the scenes in which the two men turned their attention to each other. I would pump my cock slowly as I watched them strip. There was something about their hard, naked bodies which made my cock growl. I found the variety of body types and body color, cock size and shape and thickness intriguing.



I would lick my lips as they sucked those leaking mushroom heads past their lips and into their hungry mouths. I would even finger my own hole as they slid themselves into the man on all fours in front of them.



Porn is porn. It’s not about the story. It’s about the sex and the sex I was watching was hotter than anything I had ever seen before.



Eventually I chose movies in which there were no girls at all and started renting, and buying, gay movies. In no time I had quite the little collection of varied, but extremely erotic, gay porn.



The story lines and actors varied. Some of the movies featured young men doing it for the first time. I’m sure they weren’t really virgins but I let myself disappear into the fantasy. Some of the movies featured older men and younger men. My favorite movie though, and the one I seemed to playing almost daily, as I sat in my favorite leather chair with my baby lotion covered cock in hand, featured a pretty white boy and an older black man.



There was hardly any body hair on the younger man’s slender frame. His blonde hair was almost to his shoulders and shaggy. He had a pretty mouth and big green eyes. His ass was almost too perfect. It was pale white, a stark comparison to the rest of his tanned surfer boy body. It was almost girlish in a way. His cock was long and slender.



The other actor in the movie, playing the character of a football coach, was a black man who looked to be in his early forties. He was a thick, dark-skinned man who looked like he spent a great deal of time in the gym. His arms and legs were hard and muscled. His hair was shaved close to his head and he had a goatee. He reminded me a little of the actor who played Apollo Creed in the ROCKY movies.



Who was that? Damn. It had been so long since I had rented just a run-of-the-mill regular, not gay porn movie that I was beginning to forget stupid facts like that.



The actor playing Coach Jefferson in my favorite gay porn had a monster between his legs. I didn’t think it was possible to have a cock like that without a license or some sort of support.



What’s the old expression? A baby’s arm holding an apple?



Yeah. Well, Coach Jefferson had a big juicy apple on the end of his thick and heavily-veined shaft and blondie apparently loved apple.



Watching the older man seduce the younger man into first sucking his monster cock and then taking it between his tender cheeks and then past his little pink pucker was incredibly hot.



I didn’t know what it was about that movie that made me so hard or cum buckets but I didn’t care to analyze it. Then one night it hit me.



I was laid back in my chair, feet on the ottoman, naked from the waist down, stroking my hard, slick cock coated with baby lotion as the black man pounded the boy on all fours in front of him on a locker room bench. His pendulous balls spanked the boy’s white ass. The contrast of the two skin colors was stunning and very erotic. The boy squealed and cried. The coach’s hard cock slammed into him, occasionally slowing, teasing that well-stretched hole until the boy begged for more and pleaded “Don’t Stop!”



The coach was all too happy to oblige.



As I watched and stroked, biting my lip, the image of me being fucked by a hard black cock flashed in my mind. I closed my eyes, shutting off the image on my plasma tv, but my dirty thoughts continued.



Then another image entered into the movie I was playing in my head. It wasn’t just some anonymous black cock that was taking my cherry. It was Rocky’s. I’m not sure where that came from or why my subconscious chose that precise moment to fuck with my brain and cock.



I didn’t sleep well that night. There were just too many images swimming around in my head. I tossed and turned all night long.



It was that week that I made my most daring purchase from Candy’s to date. And before you get images of rubber or silicone baseballs bats painted to look like ‘realistic’ cocks, available in white or black and complete with balls and thick veins, I didn’t get one of those. I was looking for some self-pleasure. I was looking to break up concrete.



In the end, sorry for the pun, I bought myself a little toy, a plug, actually. Okay. Fine. I’ll say it. I bought myself a butt plug. It was pink and ribbed and made of silicone. It was about 6 inches long and had a little base, which as it turned out, featured a suction cup in case you wanted to mount, pardon the pun, your toy to a shower wall or a friend’s head, I guess.



I also bought some lube and the next time I watched my favorite movie I greased up my new little friend and slid it inside me. It took a little while. I’m was glad to see it was going to take some time and effort to convince my virgin ass to allow the intrusion.



I couldn’t believe the sensations I experienced as I pushed the slick little plug inside me. My dick got hard almost instantly. I laid a towel onto my chair and eased myself down, forcing the pink toy inside me to the hilt. When I turned the vibrator control on I swear I almost passed out. I saw stars and I came buckets. Needless to say my new toy became part of what was becoming an almost daily routine.



About a week later I ran into Rocky in the hall. His arms full of groceries and he was trying to get his keys out of his pocket. I ran down to him at his end of the hall and asked if I could help, if I could take one the bags out of his hands so he could fish his keys out of his work pants.



He said he had a grip on the 4 bags and that if I tried to pull one out, they were all gonna tumble onto the floor. He then suggested I reach into his pocket and grab his keys.



My face flushed and my stomach fluttered a little. I tried to suggest something else and he said he was about to lose everything. He told me he had several bottles of wine that he spent way too much for and he would hate to see them crash to the floor.



I got on my knees in front of him, noticing how he towered over me at the moment and reached my hand into his right pants pocket. It was a tight squeeze and I couldn’t help but slide my hand along his thick, muscular thigh. I finally felt the ring of his key-chain and slid a fingertip through it.



I also felt something else. Something stirring along the length of Rocky’s thigh. His cock. Like some enormous anaconda stirring from sleep it began to move against my hand slightly.



I quickly pulled my hand out of his pocket, unlocked his door, threw his keys onto the kitchen counter and bolted out the door, my face flushed. I jerked off a few minutes later, imagining myself, on my knees once again, in front of Rocky. I wasn’t looking for keys this time. I was sucking his huge, black cock. Nursing it like a baby nurses its bottle.



I climaxed into the toilet and collapsed on the bathroom floor.



What the Hell was wrong with me?



I was crushing on him…fantasizing about him…like some love-sick high school girl.



Later that day, as dark storm clouds loomed overhead, there was a knock on my door. I was wearing sloppy sweat pants, a little too tight on me nowadays, probably, and a tank top. When I answered the door I was surprised, and happy, to see Rocky standing there.



“Hello neighbor,” he said with that million dollar smile.



I fumbled with my words, there was my inner teen girl again, but somehow managed to invite him inside.



“Listen, Man, I wanted to thank you for helping me out earlier.”



I laughed and told him there was no need. I was just being neighborly.



“Hey. I was brought up proper,” he said, “When someone does something nice for you, you say thank you.”



He extended his strong hand and I took it in mine, my knees weakening, and shook it.



“I’d like to return the favor,” he said, flashing that smile.



I wasn’t sure, but it also looked like he gave me a quick once over. There was flirting in the man’s eyes and I had to convince myself that it wasn’t just my overactive imagination.



“What did you have in mind,” I asked, my voice shaking.



“You like MMA?” he asked.



I must have had a look on my face because he continued before I could answer.



“Mixed martial arts? Like Ultimate Fighting?”



“Oh. Yeah,” I squeaked, trying desperately to suppress my love-sick inner teen girl and muster some machismo, “I’ve seen a few matches.”



“Well,” he continued, once again his eyes traveling over my body, “There’s a great card on tonight. I’ve got a 52″ Plasma tv and some cold beer. I figured we could order some pizzas from Frankie’s and spend a few hours watching guys beat the shit outta each other.”



Oh my GOD. Rocky just asked me out on a date!



“Sounds awesome,” I said, my body shaking just a little, “What time?”



“The matches start at 8, but you can come over anytime after 7. I’ve got some stuff to do before then.”



Overhead thunder crashed and for a split second my apartment froze in the bright white of a flash of lightning.



My brain restarted and I said thanks for the invite. Rocky left and I stood in the same spot for about a full minute before I was able to move.



Rain began to crash against the windows outside. I looked at the clock. It was 6:26 P.M.



I went into my bedroom and started to pick out what I was going to wear. I kicked myself for acting like such a chick but something in me wanted to look nice for Rocky.



I knew I hadn’t imagined him letting his eyes travel slowly over my body.



“Was Rocky gay,” I wondered. Shit. “Was I?”



I decided on some jeans, a little tighter than they needed be, and a polo.



I headed into the shower. As the hot water pounded against my body, my hand traveled to my cock and I gave myself a few soapy strokes.



I stepped out of the shower, dried myself, and pumped some cologne into my hand. I chose a pair of blue and white striped cotton bikini briefs. They stretched across my taut buttocks and hugged my package nicely. I looked at my reflection in the mirror over my dresser. I turned and glanced back over my shoulder. I looked at my butt and thought that it looked as good as those I had seen in my movies.



I was thinking things I had never before thought and I was scared about what the night might bring.



I dressed and checked myself in the hall mirror. It was 7:22. It was now or never.



I left my apartment, locked the door and headed down the hall to Rocky’s apartment. I waited a second before knocking and breathed in slow and deep. Right before my knuckles made contact the door swung open. Rocky stood there smiling and he said as he escorted me inside,



“Heard you coming, buddy. Come on in. Come on in. Welcome to Casa de Rocky.”



Rocky was wearing a pair of loose-fitting gym shorts and a tank top and little white athletic socks. I was way over-dressed.



He looked good. The tank top hugged his tight, powerful body and showed off his muscles. The shorts were loose but not so loose that I couldn’t see the shape of his toned ass.



I was looking at another man’s ass.



SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?



SOMEBODY! PLEASE!



He placed a hand on my shoulder and led me into his living room. Rocky’s apartment was very clean and actually well decorated. For a single man.



“Maybe too clean and too well decorated,” a little voice in my head whispered.



‘Have a seat man, either one you want,” he commanded as he head into the kitchen, adding “Ready for a cold one?”



Either one referred to the two large reclining leather chairs that sat in front of his entertainment center. They were like thrones. Over-stuffed and very inviting. I chose the one on the right.



“A cold one would be great. Thanks.”



I gave the apartment a quick once-over. It was clean and organized and immaculately decorated with little nick-nacks but I didn’t see one photo of a girlfriend or wife or children. There was one photo, in a glass frame, of an older woman I assumed was Rocky’s mother.



“That’s it! Rocky was gay,” I assured myself, “Okay,” I continued, “So now what? What does that mean? What does that mean for you?”



I had no idea.



“I guess I should have told you I was dressed causal. Sorry, Man. When I watch MMA, I like to be comfortable. Makes me miss my fighting days, I guess.”



“It’s cool, Man. It’s your place. A king can do what he wants in his own castle.”



“I want you to be comfortable. Don’t get me wrong. You look great Man.”



Again I caught his eyes traveling down my body and then back up again. Awkward.



“Thanks,” I said blushing.



“Kick off your shoes and stay a while.”



I did as my host suggested.



Rocky came back into the living room and handed me a frosty beer in a dark brown bottle.



“Only the best for my neighbors,” he said as he clinked his bottle against mine, “Cheers!”



“Cheers! And thanks again for the invite.”



Outside the storm that had been crashing into the building for over an hour now, intensified and the power flickered a few times.



Rocky seemed oblivious to the hurricane outside, “I took the liberty of ordering the pizza and some bread sticks. Hope you don’t mind?”



Rocky was establishing himself as the Alpha Male and so far I didn’t seem to mind.



“Not at all,” I said, sipping my beer, my eyes never leaving his.



“Mushroom and onion,” he said with the hint of a question in his voice.



“Perfect,” I said. Although at the moment, all I could think of was sausage. His.



We shot the shit for a few minutes as pre-fight interviews were conducted, the sound muted, in front of us on the huge high-def screen.



We talked about jobs and life and people we liked or didn’t like in the building.



There was a thunderous crash and a huge flash of lightning and then there was nothing. Everything went dark in an instant. The power went out as the storm reached new levels. The wind howled like a banshee outside and raindrops flew into the windows like bullets.



“Shit,” was all Rocky could say.



“Think it will come back on?” I asked.



“Probably not for awhile. It’s bad out there. I just didn’t think it would get this bad. Well, there go the matches. Shit.”



Rocky stood up and I heard his voice off in the corner of the room.



“It’s cool. We can hang for a bit and see what happens,” I said.



“THAT’S THE SPIRIT, my Man,” he shouted from somewhere in the dark, “I like that attitude. Fuck it! You’re right. Let’s just chill and see what happens.”



The storm continued to crash and slam into the building. From the sound of drawers opening and closing, I could tell Rocky was in the kitchen rustling for something. At some point he found a flashlight and turned it on. He shone the light in my eyes and asked, “You okay? Wanna another beer while the fridge is still cold?”



“Sure,” I said, “Might as well.”



“Might as well,” he mimicked, “I like that. You are one cool dude. So laid back. Yessir. I like that a lot,” he said as he handed me a beer.



Rocky left the living room and went towards the back of his apartment. I caught myself staring at his ass when the room lit up with a flash of lightning. He returned a few minutes later holding the flashlight and several candles, one of which was lit.



He put the lit candle on the kitchen counter.



“Might as well save the flashlight for when we really need it.’



We were a we now I noticed.



He placed several other candles in strategic places around his apartment and lit them. Within minutes the entire apartment was bathed in an orange glow and the scent of vanilla. I guessed one of the candles had been scented.

“I love vanilla,” he said as he fussed around in the shadows.



I choked on some beer, swallowed, and asked, “What did you say?”



“Vanilla. I love the smell of vanilla candles. Don’t you?”



“Uhhh…yeah. I love it too.”



Nerves had gotten the best of me and I was being stupid. I hoped Rocky didn’t pick up on it.



There was a knock on the door.



“Hope you’re okay with dinner by candlelight?’ he asked as he opened the door with his wallet in hand.



“Sure. Very romantic,” I joked and then realized how stupid that must have sounded. How gay and how stupid. If Rocky wasn’t gay he was probably thinking at this point that I was.



He paid the delivery boy and closed the door. The pizza smelled great. He put it on the coffee table and went into the kitchen for plates and napkins.



He returned with the supplies as well as two more beers and some red pepper flakes. We fixed our plates and clinked our beers in a toast to Mother Nature.



Three pieces of pizza into dinner, as the storm raged on, I complimented Rocky on his choice for dinner and offered to pay for at least half. He wouldn’t hear it and added that he had invited me for dinner and fights. We agreed to agree on that point and enjoyed more pizza and guy talk.



As our stomach filled, Rocky leaned back into the soft leather of his recliner and asked me, “So tell me, Kyle. Are you gay?”



I nearly choked and spat out a piece of pizza into a napkin.



“WHAT?” I asked.



“It’s a simple question, Buddy. Are you gay?”



I couldn’t speak.



“I mean,” he continued, “It’s not like there’s any gray areas, you either are…or you’re not. Do you like men?”



“Uhhh…..,” was all I could manage at first and then I caught my breath, “NO. I’m not gay. Why do you ask?”



“Just thought I would ask. Let’s just say it was a hunch I had. Makes no never mind to me if you aren’t,” he paused and leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine, “…or if…you are.”



“Are you gay, Rocky?” I asked boldly.



“Yes, Kyle. I am.”



“Oh.”



“Surprised?” he asked leaning in just a little bit more.



“Uhhh…no. I mean…I’ll admit you don’t..That is to say….You…”



Please someone just shoot me.



Rocky bellowed a laugh and said in between breaths, “It’s cool, Little Brother. It’s all good. I know what you’re saying. Yes. I am gay. There. The cat is out of the closet.”



That broke the tension and we both laughed.



Thunder and lighting exploded outside.



“Why did you ask if I was gay? Do I-”



“Look gay?,” he interrupted, “No My Man, you don’t look gay. Then he paused, looked into my eyes smiling again and asked, “Do I?”



“No. I mean. Fuck!”



We both laughed again.



“So,” he started, “You’ve never been with a man?”



“No.”



“Never fooled around with a friend in high school? You know. A hand-job between friends during a sleepover? A blow-job in the shower?”



“GOD no,” I snapped back.



I wasn’t about to tell him that during my Sophomore year in high school, my best friend and I had found a box of magazines behind a gas station. Most of the magazines were gay men’s magazines and were filled with photo after photo of cocks and asses and balls and men doing things to one another.



In a moment of clumsy teen experimentation we had sucked each other’s cocks and jerked off one another in the shower.



I wasn’t about to tell Rocky that but something told me he already knew.



“It’s cool. It’s cool. I’m not judging.”



“Why did you ask then?” I said a little more forcibly.



Rocky sat on the edge of his recliner, his arms resting on his knees and smiling said, “I’m just curious is all. You see. I’m trying to figure out why a guy who says he isn’t gay, who says he doesn’t think about men…that way…and who has never so much as jerked his best friend’s cock in high school or middle school or whenever the Fuck. I’m trying to figure out why a guy like that-a good looking white guy I might add-would buy himself a whole collection of movies that feature men sucking and fucking one another.”



“OH MY GOD!!” my brain screamed.



He continued, “Or why a straight guy would buy himself a butt plug.”



My face went white.



Rocky knew. He knew I was buying gay porn. He knew and he had probably imagined me sitting there in my favorite chair, jerking my white cock to my favorite movie. Red-faced, sweaty, and cumming as I pictured him sliding his monster cock inside me.



“How did you know? I asked in a barely audible tone.



“My cousin Tanita works at The Toy Chest. She noticed you here one day, in the hallway, as we walked past each other. She remembered you from the store and how I have a thing for pretty white boys. She thought you were gay and thought I should introduce myself and see where it went from there.”



All I could manage was, “Pretty white boys? You think I’m-”



“Very cute. Handsome. And yes. In some ways you are very pretty. And I am attracted to you.”



I must have made a face.



“Don’t worry. I don’t think of you as a girl. I’m not imagining you in panties and little dresses. If that’s your thing, though, I can roll…”



I was stunned.



“No. It’s not my thing. I don’t wear girl’s clothes. Never have.”



“Are you attracted to me, Kyle?”



He was reading me like a book. There was no way I could lie to him.



“Yes,” I whispered, my eyes never leaving his.



“Well now. I appreciate the honesty. I know that wasn’t easy for you to say.”



“Actually easier than I thought it would be.”



“I knew a while back.”



I looked at him, a little hurt.



“That is to say I had my suspicions a while back but knew for sure when you reached into my pants pocket for my apartment keys. No straight man would do that, Baby,” he reached out and ran his fingertips through my hair, “and I knew right then and there. It’s why my cock twitched a little.”



I swallowed hard.



“You felt it didn’t, you? You felt my cock move, responding to your touch?”



“Yes.”



“And what did you feel when you knew you were touching my cock?’



“I liked it. So much in fact that-”



“You went home and thought about it and jerked off.”



It wasn’t a question and I didn’t need to answer. All he need do was look in my eyes which were telling him “Yes. Yes I did.”



“And did you slide your little toy inside you,” he said with a glint in his eyes, “slide it in all the way and then sit down on it. Feeling it fill you up. All the while pretending it was a real cock. That a man was fucking your hot little white ass?”



“Yessssss.”



“Did you imagine it was my cock, Kyle?”



“Yessss,” I said licking my lips and dripping sweat, “Yes. I imagined it was your cock inside me as I pumped my cock.”



“So where do we go from here?” he asked, flashing that goddamn million dollar smile.



“I dunno,” I answered. Although there was a list of things of things I had been dreaming about.



Rocky stood and I saw that his cock was waking. His loose gym shorts were tented but I knew he hadn’t grown to his full length. I licked my lips. My heart raced.



“Come here. Come to me.”



I stood and walked, legs wobbly, to him.



When I was right in front of him, he placed his strong hands on my hips and pulled me to him. My mouth met his and we kissed. Fingers slid down to my ass and he cupped my cheeks as his tongue slipped past my lips and into my mouth.



I gasped.



I sucked his tongue as if it were his cock and his moans and firmer grip onto my ass told me he approved.



We kissed for an eternity before he pulled away and told me to undress.



I obeyed the Alpha Male before me and pulled my polo over my head, tossing it to somewhere in the shadows. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down, stepped out of them and kicked them aside.



I was now standing before a handsome man I had been fantasizing about for weeks now in just little cotton bikini briefs. His cock was obliviously hard and my was not only stirring, but it was also leaking a steady stream of pre-cum.



“Damn. You have a nice body, Kyle. Very nice.”



He kissed my neck and then took each hard nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue on them and sucked on them gently.



His tongue then went back to my neck and he nibbled on an ear lobe. He kissed my ear and whispered, “I’m going to take your cherry tonight. Make you mine. You can leave if you want, and there will be no hard feelings. We’ll never speak of this again. But I know you want to stay. So tell me. Tell me, Kyle. Tell me that what I’m doing is okay and that you want to continue. I want to make love to you, but I don’t want to force you. You have to want this as badly as I do.”



I answered by grabbing his cock through his cock and squeezing it. I kissed his lips hard and told him, “Yes. Yes, please. Make me yours.”



A black fingertip circled my left nipple and traced down along the trail of almost invisible blonde hair to my navel. Then it went further. My cock twitched. He stepped closer and his hands slipped into the waistband of my underwear. He slid them down slowly, teasing me as his fingertips brushed against my skin, lowering his body has he did. Finally he slid the thin underpants over each foot and tossed the little bundle away.



And there he knelt before me, my fantasy man, my cock twitching just inches from his face.



I closed my eyes, bracing myself on his broad shoulders, as he kissed my cock. His thick lips pressed into my velvety mushroom head and he kissed it long and slow. Then he pulled away and licked away the glaze of pre-cum that was forming.



I gasped.



Then Rocky slid his lips over the end of my throbbing cock and slid himself forward. His hands were now on my ass, spreading my white cheeks apart. Cool air tickled my hot little pucker. I spread my stance a little, letting him know there was nothing he couldn’t with me…to me.



He sucked my cock into his throat, coating it with spit as he slid along its length. His fingers slid in deeper and brushed against my virgin hole. I moaned and my fingers held his head tight, pulling him onto my cock. Rocky had obliviously sucked a cock or two in his day, and the combination of his extremely talented mouth and his hands massaging my ass were making me purr like a kitten.



Rocky pulled back, threatening to pull all the way off, but at the last moment pushed forward again and swallowed me whole. He repeated this motion for the next few minutes. He was driving me insane and I felt myself change with every second that past.



He finally pulled off my cock and took my balls into his mouth. He bathed them gently, sucking and kissing them for a minute or two before returning to my spasming cock. It didn’t take too much longer. Especially when his index finger slipped past my sphincter. I squealed like a girl and shot my load into his mouth.



He held me tight, sucking every drop down his throat. My whole body shuddered and I called out, TO whoever would listen that I had just received the best blow job I had ever experienced. Luckily the thunder outside was louder.



Rocky pulled himself off my softening cock and stood. He looked into my eyes and kissed me with thick lips glazed with my own cum. His tongue slid into my mouth once again and I tasted my own semen. I kissed and sucked and cleaned him, not caring anymore what was gay or who was gay or what happened from that point on.



Then Rocky said, “It’s your turn, Baby Boy. Take my cock and show me what it is you’ve dreaming about. Show me what you’ve learned from all those movies you’ve been watching.”



He didn’t need to ask twice. I got on my knees and slid his gym shorts down as I did. The scent of his man-sex hit me and I got lightheaded. His cock was snaking its way out of his thin nylon briefs and I thought it best to release it before it ripped through the material.



I slipped shaking fingertips into his waistband and pulled down his briefs. His cock fell out and at first lurched upwards, but its own weight pulled it down and it swung like a black hammer between his legs and almost to his knees.



I marveled at the feel of it as I gripped it with both hands. It was smooth and hard like steel. It looked to be carved from marble and from the weight of it, it could have been. Thick veins wrapped themselves around the thick purple-black shaft like grapevine. The head was as big as half of a ripe apple and leaking clear liquid by the quarts.



I leaned forward and flicked my tongue into his slit and lapped at the milky substance, feeling the salty tang. I swallowed and went back for more, smiling like the kid who gets to lick the cake batter off a spoon.



I capped the large pinkish head with my lips, slowly dragging them across the sandpaper surface. I blew gently and sucked tenderly. I must have been doing something right because Rocky was breathing in deep and I heard an occasional “yesssssss” escape from his lips.



His fingers slid through my hair and slowly, patiently, he pulled me closer towards him, my mouth sliding along his cock. I choked a few times and he stopped, allowing me to adjust and open myself to him.



He called me ‘Baby Boy’ and told me I was doing ‘such a good job.’



I found myself wanting to please him. My left hand traveled to his heavy balls and cupped them. I marveled at their size and could feel his cum churning inside, boiling and aching for release.



I bobbed on a quarter of Rocky’s cock. That quarter being just a bit smaller than my own. Pulling off and pushing forward. I tried to imagine all the scenes I had watched over and over again. I did my best to channel the men in my dirty, gay movies.



I spit on his cock and soaked it thoroughly as I milked it with my lips.



At some point, for I no longer cared about time, Rocky pulled me off his cock and took my hand, helping me stand.



I saw our bodies bathed in candlelight. It was an image I never wanted to forget.



Rocky led me to the recliner I had been sitting in and had me bend over. He was in control now and I did as he requested and leaned forward. I braced myself, feet spread apart.



Rocky knelt down once again and I felt his hands spread my tender cheeks. It wasn’t fingertips this time that slipped in between my white cheeks. It was Rocky’s face and before I could say anything, he flicked his tongue against my little pucker. I shouted into the stormy night. My cries once again covered by crashing thunder, knowing no one would hear me. And really who cared if someone did? I surely didn’t.



Rocky pressed his tongue inside me and his lips brushed against my outer ring. His tongue pressed forward and then pulled back. He was fucking me with his tongue and my fists balled in ecstasy and clawed at the leather of the recliner.



Rocky licked and kissed my virgin for hole. His hands spread my cheeks and he pressed forward as I squirmed and squealed. He told me he had been dreaming of this moment and had jerked his hard cock thinking about eating my ass like this.



I told him I had similar dreams.



He asked me if I jerked off while he thought about him eating my beautiful ass and I said ‘yes.’ He spanked me playfully and said, ‘That’s my boy.”



After a minute or two of loosening me up with his tongue and lips, Rocky stopped briefly, giving me a chance to catch my breath. I couldn’t stop shaking. I couldn’t believe the electric sensations ricocheting through my body.



Outside it sounded like the storm was subsiding but I didn’t care. I wanted Rocky to continue what he was doing. I got my wish a split second later when a slick finger slipped inside me. It twisted and turned and pumped in and out of me until it was joined by a second and then a third.



This was nothing like my little pink toy. This was flesh and blood. And I knew I was going to be getting a lot more flesh. I had seen enough gay porn to know that Rocky was stretching me, preparing my virgin hole for his cock. I pushed out to meet his thrusting fingers. I bit my lip as he pulled at the lips of my man-pussy. He opened me wide and licked at me, coating my hungry little ring with another coat of saliva.



Then he stopped and stood up. He took my hands once more and spun me around as he sat down in his recliner. He sat straight up, his back pressed into the distressed leather. There was sweat on his brow and in the candlelight I saw this mouth was glazed over with spit.



He turned me so that my back was to him. I looked back at him and saw him admiring my ass. I was glad it turned him on. I wanted him to find me sexy. I couldn’t resist and bent over his cock and grabbed it with both hands, bringing it to my mouth. I took his coc k head into my mouth and sucked. I made it wet and slippery as best as I could. Then I pulled off it quickly and turned back away from him.



Rocky pulled my cheeks apart as I stepped back towards him with small baby steps. I tried my best to aim myself at the large wet mushroom head he was offering to me.



I felt it slip between my cheeks and press against my aching hole.



Rocky’s voice whispered, “Push out, Baby Boy. Let Daddy in.”



I loved him being my Daddy. I loved being his Baby Boy.



I pushed out like I was trying to shit and the head of his cock slipped inside me. I sucked all the air out of the room. Rocky paused and allowed me to get used to the monster that had just entered me. I felt my ass spasm around it. After a minute or two, as the pain subsided, I found myself sliding backwards, onto Rocky’s cock.



Luckily he had done a near perfect job of stretching me and making me wet for him.



Even though, I felt as if I would split in two.



Rocky stuffed his cock inside me. My own cock sprang to life as he buried himself into me. I finally found myself impaled on Rocky’s black beauty. He was inside me. All the way. Every bit of him was inside me and I was happier than I had ever been. My ass was on fire but the pain was slowly being taken over by other sensations. Good sensations. It was incredible.



I could feel Rocky’s pubes brush against my super-sensitive ass cheeks. I ground into him, unbelievable as it sounds, trying to feed more of him inside me.



I felt his hands on my hips. He started to lift me off his cock and then he pulled me back down. His slick cock was soon pistoning in and out. I was moaning louder now and he was calling me things like his “pretty little white boy.”



I was pounding myself onto his cock. His balls spanked up against my cheeks. My own cock was bouncing too and aching for release.



Rocky grabbed it in one hand and pumped it. It only took a minute before I exploded all over myself and into his hand. He took his cum-coated fingers and fed them into my gaping mouth. I sucked his fingers clean. I licked at them, along the length of each finger and nursed on the tips, cleaning every bit of my own cum off of them as his monster cock slid in and out of me.



Rocky grabbed both hips now and pulled me down onto his cock with every one of my downward thrusts. He was close. I knew it. I was about to have a man cum in my ass.



I braced myself.



His cock spasmed and seemed to grow thicker.



He cried out, ” OHSHIT!! HERE IT COMES, BABY BOY!!!”



And then he exploded into me, showering my insides with what seemed like 50 gallons of cum for what seemed like forever. His cock twitched and his body shook as I milked every drop out of him with my ass muscles.



I collapsed forward and he pushed forward. His cock softened enough to slide out of me. I felt empty and wanted him back inside me.



I wouldn’t have long to wait.



Rocky took my hand and turned me, laying me back onto the recliner, on my back. He took my ankles and placed them on his broad shoulders. He scooted forward and once again slipped inside me.



He looked down at me, smiling.



I was totally spent but smiled back at him.



His cock slid all the way back in and I bit my lip. I put the tip of my index finger into my mouth as he started to long-dick me. Taking long, slow strokes, he would pull almost completely out of me and then push forward with a grunting thrust. This was animal sex now.

Richard’s bathroom was smaller than Alex had expected. As he was pushed through the door the shame he was feeling from their previous session mingled with the draft of cold from the bathroom to inspire fear. What was he doing here? This had already gone too far.



Just turn around, thank him or something, and leave. Take your clothes and leave.



Before he processed the thought properly he heard the click of the bathroom door closing and became aware of Richard stood behind him, and then reaching around him to start playing with his nipples. Gentle pinches felt electric and Alex knew he couldn’t go anywhere. He pushed his ass into Richard’s hardness.



‘That feels good, daddy.’



Richard reached past Alex and flicked the shower on. It was a cubicle, large, but not a 2 person unit. He spun Alex around and spat on his chest, then massaged the saliva gently into each of Alex’s nipples. He worked 2 fingers into Alex’s mouth.



Alex was in heaven. He felt like a slut. He’s already been marked by his daddy, the traces of Richard’s cum still present on his face was a reminder to him that he was nothing but a slave to his daddy’s cock. He wanted to be used. He needed his body to be an object for daddy’s pleasure.



Richard pushed Alex into the shower cubicle, Alex almost tripping and falling against the tiled wall. He became intensely aware of the biting cold of the tiles, and the violent heat of the water. As he cried out from the mix of temperatures, Richard had bent down and started to suck on his cock.



‘Feed daddy’, he growled, ‘feed daddy little bitch.’



Alex had received blowjobs before, but nothing like this. He felt out of control and dizzy, fighting to keep standing as Richard began to probe his ass with a finger.



‘I’m going to fuck this little hole, boy. You’re going to beg me to fill your ass with daddy’s meat.’



Alex could feel his second orgasm of the day building up inside him as the realisation of his submission drifted into his head. He had no choice but to surrender himself now, and was desperate to fill his daddy’s mouth with cum, to give himself to him.



Richard pulled off Alex’s cock as he began to feel Alex on the verge of orgasm, not wanting him to cum yet. He spun Alex round and bent him over, his asshole spread before him. The butt plug from their earlier session was removed.



Alex was positioned so the water from the shower was falling directly on the back of his head, and was lost in a haze of submission and pleasure as Richard spat on his cock and Alex’s hole, and began to push his cock inside.



Alex was aware of the spit on his ass, and was pleased Richard had done that rather than use any kind of lube. Alex had fucked himself with a vibrator before, and used lube, and it felt somehow mechanical and impersonal. This was a statement, another mark on Alex for him to know who he belonged to.



He was surprised that the sensation of being fucked was not painful. Richard’s first movement into Alex’s ass had been slow and deliberate, pushing as far as he could go. Now he fucked powerfully, dominantly, and Alex was lost in the sensation.



‘Fuck me daddy, fuck your whore’



He didn’t know if he was saying it or just thinking it. The hot water bead down on his head, somehow adding to the feeling of submission. The pleasure was mingled with humiliation and degradation. His daddy had spat on him, all over his body, and taken him like a piece of meat. But that’s what he wanted. He wanted daddy to take him and pleasure himself with him, with no regard for Alex’s pleasure.



‘I need your cock inside me daddy.’



Alex needed more than that. He wanted to be filled with Richard’s seed. It was the final act of dominance that he wanted from his daddy. He wanted to know after the experience that no matter how much shame and regret he felt, daddy’s cum would still be in his ass. He wanted to be able to put his fingers in his ass later and taste it, knowing he’d been made a slave to his daddy.



‘Cum in your little whore’s ass daddy. Fill me, please fill me.’



‘You’re going to take my cum in your ass boy. You’ll always be daddy’s little slut boy.’



Alex could feel Richard’s cock tensing. It was the same tension he’d felt with the cock in his mouth earlier, and knew that daddy’s present to him was coming.



Richard grunted, and groaned loudly as the intensity of this orgasm outdid his earlier one. Alex tried to clench his ass around Richard’s cock, desperate to feel all of the orgasm in his ass and milk as much of his daddy’s cum as he could. He felt the warm liquid shooting deep into his ass, and gasped in pleasure.



‘Yes daddy! Thank you daddy, thank you for fucking your slut boy.’



Richard left his cock buried in Alex’s ass for a few seconds longer, wanting to feel the rest of his cum oozing into Alex, before withdrawing and allowing Alex to crawl out of the shower and collapse on the bathroom floor. He pulled Alex over, and took his cock into his mouth once more. Alex lay on the floor, aware of the feeling of cum in his ass and Richard’s mouth sucking on his cock, his tongue licking down the shaft and taking his balls into his mouth.



‘mmm… Suck my cock daddy. Suck your boy’s cock.’



‘Give me your cum boy, I want your whore cum in my mouth.’



Alex had already been close to orgasm from Richard sucking his cock earlier, and felt himself just moments later explode into his daddy’s mouth, shooting hot jets of cum and shaking in pleasure. He lay dazed and sated, and exhausted.



He became aware of Richard’s lips on his own. They parted his, and with a flick of his daddy’s tongue, Alex’s cum came dripping into his own mouth.



‘Thank you daddy,’ Alex muttered, smiling. ‘I hope I’ve been a good little slut for daddy today.’

(Journey to Mirage is a fifteen-chapter gay male novel of a young man’s journey into the totality of the gay male life as he crosses the United States from Baltimore to Arizona as a “star” of a “fantasy experiences” movie being filmed en route to a gay film festival in Mirage, Arizona. Chapters will post approximately every two days and will be completed within five weeks of posting of chapter 1 )



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Tony had been fidgety all afternoon while Rick and the others were working on stripping down the Mercedes. Tony had said it had been totaled in a wreck and they were to break it down for parts, but it didn’t look to Rick like it was in that bad a shape. It was actually a honey of a car, and Rick cringed as he worked to strip the upholstery off the passenger seat—preserving as much of the leather in its original cut as he could.



Rick liked the feel of the leather. In fact, he liked every aspect of working in the auto shop. He thought maybe he’d finally found what he wanted to do in life. He’d known he’d never be a doctor or a lawyer or president of the United States—his family—his mother and him—scraping along in the smoldering inner residential area of Baltimore never had any thoughts of getting ahead that far. The most anyone had aspired to was to own a small pizza joint, like his Aunt Melda did.



His mom was probably as successful as any of them—working as a nurse’s aide over at the hospital. And she wanted Rick to go into landscaping.



“An honest, hands-on job out in the fresh air,” is the way she’d put it. That’s about the best thing Rick could think of that job, though—although it also would help keep him in shape.



But it was cars he liked working with. And he was grateful that Tony had given him this job. At least he was grateful after he’d gotten used to what else Tony gave him, what else Tony wanted from him. It had taken time for Rick to accommodate to that, but now it was something he wanted too. And increasingly Rick thought about it and about Tony being there to satisfy him when he got what Tony called “the itch.”



To get close to Tony and to the cars in the shop, Rick had had to close his eyes to some things. Tony obviously was running with some sort of neighborhood gang—in fact was leading it. But he hadn’t pressured Rick so far to join with that and some of the things they were doing. Rick didn’t know what he’d do if and when Tony came after him to be part of that. He supposed that if it was something Tony wanted him to do, though, that he’d do it. But he wouldn’t want to do some of the things the gang was into—at least he’d resist doing it as long as possible.



Today Tony was antsy, though. It had started when those two guys Rick had never seen before came into the auto shop. They looked out of place. They certainly weren’t from Rick’s mixed Italian and Hispanic neighborhood—the Hispanics pretty much moving in on the Italians, which was one reason there were gangs starting up. Tony was Italian, though, and Rick half Hispanic. This, Rick thought, was why Tony hadn’t been quick on trying to bring Rick into the Rumblers.



The two guys who appeared at the garage door were entirely too smooth in Rick’s view and were more interested in seeing all that was going on in the shop than was justified with any business they had with Tony.



Tony talked to them at the back of the shop, and from his stance, Rick could tell that Tony wasn’t happy about something. The three jawed for about ten minutes and then the two guys left.



That had been a half hour previously. Rick had seen Tony send Marco to the front of the shop, outside the garage doors, which he shut after walking through the door beside them. The shop was in an old warehouse in a compound down by the docks beyond Fells Point that was largely deserted now.



Rick was so busy working on carefully slitting the lacings of the seat leather along the lines it had been already cut, his head down into the passenger compartment of what was quickly becoming a shell of the Mercedes, that he didn’t initially notice all the guys around him—all members of the Rumblers and all Italian—putting their tools down and joining Tony at the back of the shop.



He certainly did notice, though, when he heard loud banging from the outside on the steel garage door nearest the door to the street and saw Marco race back into the door, crying out “Cops. Scatter.”



Marco was moving fast and Tony and the other Rumblers were close enough to the back to scramble up into the loft of the building and through the hole they’d cut into the neighboring warehouse. None of them tried to leave by the back entrance, which was smart of them, because in short order guys with guns and blue vests started pouring in through that door in addition to the one at the front.



Rick froze—too long to join Tony and the other guys. The best he could do was to crawl into the backseat of the Mercedes shell and try to make himself as invisible as possible.



It was a booming, to be obeyed, voice. “Hey, I see you, kid. Come on out of there—with your hands empty and showin’.”



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The processing through the system was humiliating. As young as Rick looked, he was well past his eighteenth birthday, so he was thrown into the adult system with no consideration of how bewildered he was by it all. He had never been arrested before and he could barely hold back the tears of his fear of how roughly he was being treated and the sniggers and whispered comments about being a pretty boy and of how welcome he’d been in the holding tank. As scared as he was, he knew—or hoped—that it was all just part of the conditioning to make him never want to be in this position again. They didn’t have to use the scare tactics, though. Rick already knew he didn’t ever want to be here again. He just didn’t know how he could avoid it with the life he’d been dealt. He could say he didn’t know what business Tony was in, but he couldn’t say that, way down deep, he didn’t know. There just weren’t many choices for someone like Rick.



After the embarrassment of the booking and strip search, Rick found himself in the holding tank the cops had been sniggering about with some dozen rough-looking men, most of them big, black dudes with muscular bodies and attitude.



“Look guys, we got ourselves a young chicken,” a guttural voice from the shadows at the far end of the cage boomed out. Rick had sunk down to a bench at the front of the holding pen, and as he did a couple of black toughs sat down close on either side of him. Both of them put arms around him and placed the hands of their other arms high on his thighs.



“Been fucked by big, black cock before, pretty boy?” one of them asked him menacingly.



If only they knew, Rick thought with a bit of bitterness. But he said nothing.



“Bet you sing real nice with it up your ass,” the other one hissed.



Rick’s eyes adjusted to the dimness as he trembled under the close hold of the two black men. It wasn’t all fear, though. Rick had reason to be aroused by such men. He could see across the cage now. A big black bruiser of a man, maybe the largest, most muscular man in the holding cell was standing, leaning back against the back wall. A young white guy was knelt in front of him and was sucking the black man’s cock. Another black man stood beside the kneeling white guy, a beefy hand on the white guy’s shoulder, in an indication that the white guy was doing what he was doing under duress.



“You’re next, chicken,” the black hulk said, staring directly at Rick.



“Mind if we do him while we wait?” one of the black guys next to Rick asked.



“Damn right I mind. He looks like a special,” the big guy against the wall answered back. “I want first dip.” He must have had some authority in here, because the two dudes sandwiching Rick slowed down, but didn’t completely stop, with the explorations of Rick’s body with their hands.



Rick gave a shudder, not entirely out of fear. And one of the black guys beside him gave a laugh as he put his hand on Rick’s basket and found that Rick was hardening.



“You in for the night, now, boy,” one of them muttered. “Time nuff for all of us to do you.”



Rick’s thoughts went to Pete—and what he’d learned to take, and eventually want, from Pete.



The black guy who laughed was unzipping himself and had a hand cupping the back of Rick’s neck, preparing to press Rick’s head down to his lap when a door on the corridor outside the cage opened, light streamed into the area, and all of the men in the holding cell braced up, stopped doing whatever they were doing, and set into a pose of looking bored and unafraid.



“Rick Hernandez, step forward,” a tired, but authoritative voice said.



Rick popped up between the two black men, who had shrunk away from him when the policeman and a middle-aged Hispanic man in a suit came into the corridor.



“That’s me,” Rick said in a breathy voice, both relieved and a bit hesitant at having been saved from whatever was about to happen in the holding cell.



“Your lawyer’s here. Your bail has been posted.”



“My lawyer?” Rick said in confusion. “I don’t have—”



“We’ll talk about it out on the street,” the lawyer cut in.



“Later, sweet cheeks,” the big, black man across the holding cell called out to Rick as he slipped through the open caged door. “You’ll be back. We’ll have our fun then. Chickens like you always come back.”



When the lawyer and Rick reached the street, the lawyer merely said, as he got into his car, not offering Rick a ride. “Tony sent me to bail you out—so you wouldn’t blab in there. You didn’t, did you?”



“No one asked me anything,” Rick answered. But when the lawyer gave him a piercing stare, he added, “But I wouldn’t have said anything about Tony anyway.”



“Good. Let’s keep it that way. I’ll talk to you again about what you can say before your case comes up. Now get lost. And you owe Tony one.”



Rick knew that what he owed Tony was mounting up. And he was quite sure that Tony would be calling in that tab someday soon. He more than half expected what Tony would demand. He’d been after Rick for weeks now to put out for other guys in the gang. When he first let Tony fuck him, Rick had thought it was something romantic—that it would be just them, a couple. But after Tony had had his fun, he let Rick know it was just casual. Rick had seen it as a possible escape from what else was happening in his life. But he obviously had been wrong in that assumption as well.



Rick felt trapped by his life in Baltimore. He didn’t see anywhere to go from here but down.

Author’s note: All, this is a work of FICTION. Any similarities to real people or places is entirely coincidental.









We got out of the shower and I had Brianna dry me off. She gently ran the towel over my arms, shoulders and chest, staring at my body the entire time. She moved her way down my body eventually moved to her knees.



She dried my legs and feet then moved back up and began to dry my cock and balls. I’m primarily a ‘shower’ so even in my flaccid state, my cock hung a good six inches between my legs.



“Mr. Clements, I can’t get over how great your dick is,” she said and gently ran her fingers along the dry shaft. She was exploring it out of excited curiosity.



She stood up and dried off and I watched her the whole time. She had such an amazing body. I couldn’t wait to fuck her.



“Get back down on your hands and knees. I want you to crawl to the back door,” I told her. She smiled at this. I don’t know if she was just doing a good job at playing the happy, submissive role to ensure I didn’t turn her over to authorities or if she really enjoyed being used as a sexual object, but either way, I was reaping the benefits.



She got down on her hands and knees and started crawling, slowly and seductively, taking long strides. Her back flexed and arched, her ass moved side to side, she moved like a stalking cat. I stood and watched this perfect young girl crawl from the bathroom into my bedroom. She looked back and said, “do you like the view?”



She looked perfect crawling with her clothes on, but there were no words that adequately described how she looked now. Nothing had ever looked this sexy before.



“Y-yeah,” I stammered, losing my authoritative cool for a moment. I followed her out and directed her to the back door. My eyes never left her gorgeous young body.



Once there, I had her stand and we went outside, both of us completely nude. I had heated up the hot tub earlier because I knew this is one place I wanted to take her tonight. The cool February air was murder against our naked flesh, but I turned on the jets and we both jumped in. The heat emanating from the hot tub mixed with the cold air felt wonderful as we both sunk down in the water.



She moved up close to me and we began to talk. “So, I have to know Brianna, how did you ever come to start selling that crap?”



She sunk down a little and said, “oh my God, it was the dumbest thing. Do we have to talk about that?”



“Yes, I think it’s important. You are too talented to make mistakes like that,” I said.



“Exactly. That’s exactly why. Do you know how much pressure I’m put under to be little Miss Perfect? I was so tired of it, of always having to do the right thing, to be this perfect example. To be my daddy’s perfect little girl,” she said. “I was at this college party a few months ago, a Christmas party, and there were some people doing it, so I tried it. It was amazing. A few of my friends were there and they tried it too and liked it as well. The next day, one of the guys that gave it to us asked me if I wanted to be their hookup at my school and sell to my friends. I know it was wrong, but that’s exactly why I said yes. It felt good to do something rebellious.”



“Yeah, but drugs? And selling drugs? Why not just skip school for a day, date a guy your parents don’t like, something like that? You know, something that isn’t, oh I don’t know, a felony?” I asked.



“Oh come on, don’t sit here and try and lecture me Mr. Clements,” she said with a smile, “its not like you are all squeaky clean yourself and are above doing illegal things. I do believe it is illegal for you to have sex with one of your students, even if I am of consenting age.” She reached over and began stroking my cock under the water.



“Ah, touché,” I replied.



“Not that I’m complaining, mind you, this has been so much fun,” she began with a Cheshire grin but quickly put on a serious face, “oh, I mean, this has been such a punishment. How can you be so mean to me?” She followed up the last statement with a sad puppy dog face.



Damn she was beautiful. I just stared at her and she back at me, her hand slowly stroking me. I didn’t say anything, but she spoke again.



“So, am I the first one of your students you’ve messed around with or have there been more?”



“Well, yes and no. I have fucked a few of my students before,” I started before she interrupted me, “oh, you are a dirty man.” Her tone was playful.



“BUT, they were no longer my students and I met them in a bar and ended up taking them home,” I said. “You are my first current student.”



“Oh, now I feel really special,” she said. “So, how many former students have you fucked?”



“Four,” I said blatantly.



“Were they ones you wanted to fuck when you had them as students?” she asked.



“Absolutely. You girls don’t realize how much most of us want to fuck you all,” I said.



“Oh, you’d be surprised,” she said. “We know it a lot more than you may think. We notice you all checking us out when you think we aren’t looking.”



“Doesn’t it gross you out?” I asked.



“Some do,” she said. “Mr. Shepherd is the worst. He’s old, fat and doesn’t hide his creepy stares very well, but when its someone like you, we love it. You have been the talk of many girls who would love to be in my position, trust me.”



“Is that so?” I asked.



“Oh my God, yes. Kaitlyn, Monica, Julie and myself have all talked about how hot you are,” she said referring to her click of girls she runs with. “We’ve all fantasized about Mr. Clements giving us private tutoring.” She smiled. “They would be so jealous of me.”



My cock grew harder in her hands.



“Oooh, seems like you like that idea too,” she said.



“Well, you know you can’t tell them, right,” I said.



“I know, I know, but, once we walk across that stage in May, we will no longer be your students,” she said. Could she really be suggesting what I think she was?



“And what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.



“Oh nothing, but if I were you, I would probably not make any plans that night,” she said and then straddled me. “I think we will probably want some real world tutoring from our favorite former teacher.”



She leaned in and kissed me. Her soft, full lips felt so good as she did. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine. Her tits smashed against me and I placed my hands on her hips and then moved them down, grasping her beautiful ass. We made out, bodies mashed together, as she ground her wet pussy against my cock. Even in the hot water, I could tell her pussy was incredibly wet, her juices flowing.



I moved my mouth to her neck, enjoying her young flesh, then pushed her back. My hands moved from her ass to her tits and I squeezed and groped them. I began kissing and licking her perfect nipples, alternating back and forth. I kissed between her tits and as I did, she grabbed her own tits and began smashing and rubbing them against my face.



I felt like a mad man, torn between wanting to look at her and taste her flesh at the same time. I would alternate between pushing her back so I could look at her young, flawless body, my hands running all over her, and pulling her close and licking, kissing and nibbling on her neck, lips, tits and ears.



I was rock hard and she was sliding her tight pussy up and down my shaft, making us both long for penetration.



I pushed her off of me and directed her to sit on the side of the hot tub. The air was still cold, but the steam and our own burning passion out weighed it. She sat down with her ass on the side of the hot tub and her hands back to support her. Without any delay, I dove into her dripping pussy and began to lick away. She threw her head back as my tongue licked and probed her succulent flesh, her taste intoxicating me. She was loudly moaning, her body quivered as I feasted on her.



“Oh my God, Mr. Clements, yes, eat my pussy, oh, oh, oh fuck that feels good,” she moaned as I devoured her.



I concentrated on her clit and inserted a finger into her pussy. She started to rock against my face and finger. I fucked her pussy with my finger and then pulled my finger out and traced it down to her asshole. I rubbed my finger around her pucker and then, lubed with her own juices, pressed my finger into her virgin ass.



She moaned as my finger penetrated her ass, but I took it slow. Her virgin ass opened up surprisingly well to my finger and soon, I was fucking her ass with my finger while I licked away at her pussy and clit.



“Please, Mr. Clements, please, fuck me. Stick your dick in me. I need to feel you,” she moaned as her body trembled and rocked against me.



I wanted it too, but I continued to tease her with my tongue and fuck her ass with my finger. I pushed my thumb into her pussy and began fucking her ass and pussy at the same time. I removed my mouth and pulled her up and began kissing her.



“You want it,” I said.



“Yes, oh fuck,” she said.



“Tell me what you want,” I said.



“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I want you to fuck me,” she said.



“Do better, I don’t believe you,” I said.



“Fuck, please, stick your big dick in my pussy and fuckin’ fuck me. Fuck your student, teach me a lesson Mr. Clements, do whatever you want, just fuck me, please,” she said.



“Who owns you now?” I said



“You do, you do, I’m yours, all yours, just fuck me, use my young, tight body however you want, I’ll never say no, just fuck me, please!” she said.



With that, I removed my fingers from her body and grabbed my cock. I lined it up with her pussy and pushed in. She let out an exasperated moan, finally having her pussy properly penetrated after everything that had happened tonight. Her pussy was tight, wet and velvety and it wrapped perfectly around my cock.



I started pumping into her with a good, fast rhythm. Her pussy felt amazing so I was glad to have cum twice already so that I could enjoy it more. My thrusts were fast and hard and she was moaning loudly saying, “Oh my God, that feels so good Mr. Clements, yes, fuck your naughty student, fuck me good, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”



It was so erotic, but I worried about my neighbors hearing. I pulled out and she said, “oh no, please, put it back in, I need your dick in me.”



I got out and straddled her tight body and bent my knees. I laid my cock between her perfect young breasts and then grabbed them, pushed them together and fucked her magnificent cleavage that had tempted me all year. She looked up at me and tilted her head down. With each upward thrust, my cock head would make contact with her mouth and she would lick, kiss or try to suck it as it did.



I grabbed my cock and started slapping her tits with it and then started slapping her face with it. She squealed in pleasure as I did, but I needed more. I motioned for her to give me her hand and when she did, I yanked her up and then threw her over my right shoulder.



I walked into the house with her draped over me and began walking back to my bedroom. My hands were grabbing and squeezing and pulling her ass apart and I was spanking it as I walked.



I got to my room and threw her on the bed. She squealed again and said, “come get it Mr. Clements, come fuck me.”



I jumped on top of her and began kissing her and slid my cock back in her tight pussy. Her legs were wrapped around me and we went at it like animals. Skin on skin, lips on lips, flesh on flesh, we melted together in a flurry of animalistic passion. I rammed my hard cock into her as fast as I could and she was screaming in pleasure.



I pulled out, flipped her over and stuck a pillow under her pelvis. My legs straddled hers as I plunged my cock back into her pussy. I rammed her with deep, powerful thrusts as I steadied myself with one hand on her shoulders and the other one on her ass. I thrust and thrust into her with fury, fully exploiting her young pussy.



“Oh yes, right there, RIGHT THERE, OH FUCK, DON’T STOP, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, DON’T STOP, IM GONNA CUM, PLEASE, OH FUCK, JUST LIKE THAT, FUCK MY PUSSY, OH FUCK OH….OH….OH…..FUUUUUUCK!” she screamed as her body shook in orgasm. I kept plowing away and she was just screaming in pleasure.



With her orgasm ripping thru her, I pulled out my cock and lined it up with her ass. I smeared her juices around and then pushed. I felt her tense up, but then say, “yes, take it, take my ass. You can have it, just put your dick back in me, please.”



“Relax and push out, and take your hand and play with yourself,” I said and began the slow process of pushing into her. She reached down between her legs, under her body and began to rub her clit. She grunted as I pushed the head in and let out a pain filled moan.



I pulled out, plunged back into her pussy two times, then went back to her ass. I pushed the head in and pushed a little farther. I could tell she was rubbing her clit frantically. I pulled out, scooted back and dove my face into her succulent ass. I ate her ass, fucked her with my tongue, my hands grasped and pulled at her tight cheeks. She was squirming and moaning as my tongue violated her virgin ass.



I readjusted, dipped my cock into her pussy for a few more thrusts, then placed it back at her ass. Normally I would take more time to get her warmed up, but our bodies were responding very well to our mutual passion for each other.



I pushed in and the head went in fairly easy. I began to rock in and out of her ass, each thrust gaining ground on unexplored territory. She was screaming and moaning, but insisted I keep going, that I keep drilling farther.



After a few minutes, I was able to fully penetrate her perfect ass. I stopped and kept my cock buried fully in her. I leaned down and began kissing her neck. “Are you ready to be fully fucked in your ass?” I asked.



“Oh, fuck, yes, it feels so good, better than I could’ve ever imagined, fuck my ass Mr. Clements, fuck it hard,” she said, her arm still moving, rubbing her clit.



I pulled almost all the way out and then slammed into her. I began to fuck her virgin ass, her tight, perfect ass, with slow, hard and full thrusts of my 8″ cock. I picked up the pace and soon I was plowing her ass like I had been her pussy.



This girl was vocal. With every thrust, she screamed or moaned or cursed. She talked dirty to me, telling me to fuck her like a bad girl and to tear her ass up. Her ass was so tight and her body, so sexy, that I knew the end was near. I picked up the pace and fucked her harder.



“Yeah, that’s it, fuck your students virgin ass, fuck, oh fuck, grab my hair, pull it, choke me, fuckin’ use me Mr. Clements, I’ve wanted this for so long,” she grunted with each thrust.



I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back, causing her to arch her back more. I leaned down and wrapped my hand around her throat. I didn’t squeeze, but I held it there. She moaned louder than I had heard her moan before.



“You like that, huh? You like having your teacher fuck your pretty little ass? To use you for his pleasure? Do you?



“Yes, oh fuck, just use me, fuck me like the bad girl I am.” She was really getting into the dirty talk as I pounded away at her.



“You’re a good little slut, you make your teacher very happy. You’ve teased me all year with your tight little body and your subtle flirting, but now who’s getting their way? I am! And I’m going to fucking cum inside your hot little ass and it will be mine forever. You thought this was a one night thing? Fuck no, I’m going to use this perfect little body anytime and anywhere I want and you are gonna let me aren’t you?”



“Yes, oh fuck yes, any time, anywhere, my body is yours, I’m yours, cum for me, cum in my ass. No one has fucked my ass before and it feels so fucking good, I want you to do it every day, my God I never knew a dick in my ass would feel so good. I’ll be your slut forever, your personal fuck-toy, please, cum in my little ass!”



My cock was flying in and out of her and I could feel my orgasm coming. “Take it, take it you slut, I’m cumming, fucking take it all!”.



My orgasm ripped thru me harder than my two previous ones tonight. I shot deep in her ass as both of us screamed in delight. Her body was jerking as was mine as we both experienced amazing orgasms.



I collapsed down on top of her as we both lay there panting, sweaty and breathless. My cock was still buried deep in her ass and neither of us wanted to move.



“Holy shit, Mr. Clements, if I had known this was going to be my punishment, I would have made sure you caught me before,” she said, gasping for air.



“You are fucking amazing, is there nothing you aren’t good at,” I replied back.



“I don’t know, I don’t think I’m very good at learning my lesson,” she said. “I think I’m going to have to be ‘punished’ regularly to ensure I don’t slip back unto my old habits.”



I laughed at her. “You are something else.”



“I promise it will never get out. As bad as the drugs thing is, I wouldn’t want to be caught up in a scandal like that either,” she said making a lot of sense.



“Good point, but this has to stay our secret. Nothing at school, nothing out in town, only here, is that understood?” I asked.



“Absolutely, at school and to everyone else, you are my teacher and I am your student, but here, I’m your student you fuck silly,” she said and laughed.



I rolled off of her and on to my back. She scooted over and laid at my side with her head on my chest.



“Holy crap, you came a lot. I can feel it coming out of my ass,” she said.



I reached down between her legs with my left hand and scooped up some of the cum flowing from her freshly fucked ass. I brought my hand up and she lifted up, gave me a wicked look and took my fingers in her mouth, sucking my cum off my fingers.



“You are a dirty little girl, aren’t you,” I said, more of a statement than a question.



“I don’t know what it is about you, but nothing seems gross or dirty with you. I just can’t get enough.”



We spent the night talking and playing around. We fell asleep and in the morning, I came inside of her two more times. Once in her mouth from a beautiful, first thing in the morning blow job and again deep in her ass in the shower.



We continued to secretly fuck each other for the rest of the school year and then she graduated. Oh yeah, graduation night? That wasn’t just an empty, hollow statement she made. On graduation night, my doorbell rang and I opened it to find Brianna and her three closest friends standing at my doorstep.



But that’s a story for another time…..

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