Here and Queer

He’d felt the condom ripping soon after penetrating the boy’s tiny brown button hole but He continued anyway, silently please with Himself for being such a virile and powerful Man that even Magnums can’t contain Him.  The boy’s tight pucker had eventually loosened but only after a severe and brutal pounding which proved too much for the thin latex. All that remained was curled up around the thick base of His cock like a thin wedding ring.  He smiled at the analogy.  It wasn’t His fit and muscular body that seemed to get all the young fags so worked up; it was His wedding ring.

His son’s best friend had been no exception, always respectfully addressing Him as “Mr. Johnson” and always staring and lingering just a little too long.  What the fuck, He’d thought - why not.  He’d be an easy and convenient fuck toy; no one would suspect a thing. The boy had finally quietened down - what a drama queen!  “You wanted this, remember?” He’d reminded him, even though the truth was that He’d manipulated and coordinated the whole thing.  Even though he was no longer screaming, the boy’s young, smooth body still felt taunt and tense as he continued to suffer through the assault.  Now that He’d broken through the condom He could enjoy the slick wetness of the boy’s clenching, spasming pussy which felt warm and inviting.  He couldn’t wait to breed it.   “That’s it, Jimmy … you’re doing just fine.”  

“Oh, God, Mr. Johnson!  You’re so big!”

“Yes, Jimmy, so you’ve said many times today.  I don’t need you to keep telling me that.  You understand?“

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you know the problem with having a big dick, Jimmy? It takes an extra long time to cum … “

Jimmy whimpered at the implication as Mr. Johnson continued slow-fucking His new toy.  

“You’re going to be raw and sore by the time I’m done, Jimmy.  Does that excite you?”

Jimmy hesitated.  “Yes, Sir … very much.”

He chuckled.  “I know it does.  That’s why you’re going to be such a good little whore for me aren’t you.  Daddy’s going to fuck you good, baby … give you what you need.  It will be our little secret … or not so little, as the case would be.  You breath a word of this to anyone and I’ll find you, Jimmy.  I’ll hurt you.  Do you understand?”

Jimmy only nodded; it was a rhetorical question anyway.  Of course he understood.  Mr. Johnson was a respected and feared Man - a powerful Man.  And Jimmy was just a punk.  No one would believe him. And no one would care if anything happened to him.

He was getting close.  Leaning in He whispered in Jimmy’s ear.  “This is going to feel very … wet, Jimmy.  I want you to hold it in … every drop of it.”

“Whhat??  What are you saying?  You have a condom on!  I saw it!”  Jimmy started to struggle so He tightened His grip, causing Jimmy to wince.

“Shh … what’s done is done.  It was meant to be.  You were meant to be impregnated … like a woman, Jimmy.  Lucky for you it’s by a Man like me.  Someone you can trust.  Can I trust you, Jimmy?”  

Jimmy paused and moaned before replying.  “Yes, Sir.”

I remember. This hot chick with huge tits offered me some blue pills… Said they were legal. Good way to get high… I took all of them. All five… Didn’t think about it…

I was so high, I barely knew my own name… Then… I wound up giving Jeremy a lap dance, part of a dare in a truth or dare game… My jock ass twerking and bouncing on his lap… Even as I danced, he took his turn… He chose Dare… He was dared to kiss me…

He grabbed my hips. Dragged me down onto his lap and tongue fucked my mouth so good that I didn’t notice the huge fat hard on he ground against me…

Everyone else was so smashed, they burst into giggle fits as he groped my ass and kissed me.

He tracked me down after the game was over… He pinned me to the wall… Kissed me more…

Bro… Your fat ass felt so fucking choice… Let’s go somewhere dark and quiet and make some noise…

I should have punched him. I’m straight. But, he kissed so good and I was so high and horny that I didn’t fight as he pulled me along to my room…

He threw me on the bed. Tore at my clothes until I was in boxers and socks… Threw his clothes off and got between my legs. Ground against me and kissed me more…

It felt so good. Too good. I melted into his lips and let him have me…

Holy shit… He fucked me…he fucked the shit out of me. I bit the pillow and moaned like a cheap whore and begged him not to stop, hardee, bro, deeper, bro, fuck me, bro, wreck that jock hole, bro, rail me like a slut in a porn movie, bro, ugh unnfffuck ugh ugh, sogoodsogood fuckmesogood, Oh God, Ohfuck, Oh Christ, Oooh shit, there there rightthere fucking smash there, fucking ooooh FUCK, YEAH YEAHYEAHYEAHFUCK, Cuminmecuminme cum in me, broooo.

And he did… Oh he did. Multiple times… He fucked the load out of me at least twice…

What… Is that his cock against my ass… It feels fucking huge… Oh… Oh God he’s getting hard again…

Hey… Wanna fuck more…?

This fuck wants to fuck me again?

My dick is hard…

“Fuck me up, bro…” I raise my ass and he whispers in my ear.

Well, anyways, we had planned a trip for the summer, and I was asked by my parents to run the bags down to the ship the day before so the attendants could put them all away in the closets. This wasn’t abnormal at all, and I had done this countless times before, and had always been alone on the ship. This time, however, when I was finishing up and leaving the stateroom hall and heading back down to the dock, I ran into Dean. He was wearing nothing, absolutely nothing apart from a tiny speedo, and was basking in the sun while leaning against the deck railing.

“Sup, Nate! You ready to sail tomorrow?” He said, with his perfect white smile.

“Y-yeah,” I stammered, “I didn’t expect you - or anyone - to be here, what are you doing?”

“Oh, you know,” he grinned at me, placing his incredibly muscled arm up on the overhang of the upper deck, “it’s just such a nice day, I thought I’d catch some sun before having to wear my uniform all month.”

“Oh, cool,” I fumbled, finding myself unable to stop running my eyes across his chiseled body, and gawking at his visible bulge that was growing with every second, “I guess the uniform is a little dumb.”

“Hey, listen, would you wanna join? I just set up on the top deck, it’s a bit more private and I wouldn’t mind the company.”

“I mean, I should really be getting back to my-”

At this point he hopped off the railing and took the one step towards me that left us only inches apart. He pressed the full length of his body against mine, grabbed the back of my neck with his hand and firmly kissed me, while groping the erection I didn’t even realise I had. I didn’t stop him, I was too shocked, both at what was happening and how good it felt, all at the same time.

The next bit of time was a blur, but I vaguely remember him pressing me up against the wall as he undressed me, which didn’t take long as I was commando in my running shorts and wore only a tank top. Then he dropped his speedo and there we were, making out while completely naked and erect, our dicks grinding together on the open deck of my parent’s yacht, where anyone could see us. Then, at some point, he had walked me upstairs to the sun deck, where he laid me down on a lounge chair and tongue fucked my ass, something I’d never felt before. I moaned so loud I swear I could hear it echo off other boats around us.

My eyes were closed in ecstasy, but I felt him stand up and line his dick up with my slobbery hole, and then Captain Dean became the first man to enter my body in any way, shape, or form with his massive, bare cock. I screamed as he slid inside me, it moved so many things around and hit so many spots that triggered so many different feelings, I could hardly comprehend. I felt like I was about to pass out as his balls finally slapped against my tailbone.

Then, with my legs propped up on his shoulders, he began to fuck me, hard. Our lips locked again, and I could taste myself on him as we grunted and moaned together. I came, twice, my sticky cum spreading all over our bodies as they rubbed together, the washboard of his abs slipping rhythmically along my own, slippery now with cum and sweat.

He filled my ass with his warm seed, shouting my name as he did so, I swear I was actually overflowing because he flooded me with shot after shot after shot. It seemed like whole minutes before he stopped cumming and convulsing inside me. Honestly, it was so hot feeling him breed me, I came a third time. Never had I felt so sexually exhausted and pleased with any girl ever before. He kissed me one more time before pulling his cum soaked horse dick out of my hole.

“Listen,” he said, wrapping a pathetically inadequate towel around his waste, not even slightly hiding his dick, which stuck out from under it, “I’m okay with this being a regular thing if you are, just so long as no one knows. Your parents would fire me so fast, no joke.”

“Yes please!” I moaned, still trying to catch my breath, “I won’t tell a soul, just, come back and do me again, PLEASE.”

I turned over and spread my legs. He looked at me and grinned the same grin as earlier.

“Oh, Nate, I always knew you’d be insatiable once I started this.”

With that he climbed on top of me and fucked me again, but this time it was more passionate, more meaningful.

That summer was the best summer of my life. I’d never imagined that I’d spend my entire time on this trip getting my cum fucked out of me by a dude, every spare second we could find to be alone. Sometimes four, five times a day!

But after practice, we linger in the showers when the rest of the team has cleared out. We fuck in the last shower stall, where steam and a flimsy partition give us a secluded space to be who we really are. We embrace. We kiss. We unite as one, giving our bodies to each other. Our shared fluids become our sanctified communion. Afterward, a brief kiss at our lockers and a whispered, “I love you,” must serve to sustain us until our next clandestine rendezvous.

I wanted the boy the moment he sat next to me at the crowded airport gate at O’Hare. Fuck, he was hot. He had been two seats up from me on the flight from Portland, and now we were on the same connecting flight to Miami — a flight that was now delayed in Chicago for winter weather. I had a good ten years on him, but had yet to outgrow my love for college jocks.

“You in school?” I asked the boy, breaking the ice. “Yeah, I’m at UM,” he smiled while removing his AirPods. “No way!” I exclaimed. “I’m an alum. My wife and I met there, in fact. Class of ‘08. Go ‘Canes!” For the next hour we discussed school, football, and a host of other topics as our flight grew more and more delayed. Finally, the gate agent came on the loud speaker. Heavy snow was grounding all flights. We would all be bumped to a morning flight.

The boy texted his girlfriend the bad news, while I scrambled to book a nearby hotel for the night. “There are still rooms at the Hilton, if you want to book one,” I informed him. “I just called an Uber, if you want to ride there with me.” The boy’s face fell as he looked down at his feet. “I can’t afford a room,” he sheepishly admitted. “I’m just gonna sleep here in the terminal.”

I reached down and picked up his carry-on bag. “No, wait. That’s my bag,” he began to stop me. “I know,” I said laughing. “Your ass is staying with me at the Hilton. No excuses.” He gave me a look like he wanted to kiss me, which was exactly my hope.

On the Uber to the Hilton, the boy told me his name is Mike and that he’s pre-med at UM. I love a smart jock. The only available room at the Hilton had a king bed. I explained to Mike that we’d have to share a bed, but he didn’t seem to care. When we got up to the room, I told Mike I needed a shower and suggested that he make himself comfortable.

I came out of the bathroom freshly showered with just a towel around my waist. Mike was relaxing on the bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. I leaned against the bureau facing Mike, and asked, “Do you want a shower? Or we can order up some food if you’re hungry?” Mike didn’t answer, but instead rose from the bed and came toward me. His briefs were tenting. Mike kneeled before me and opened my towel. My rock hard 8-incher nearly smacked him in the face.

My cock is like a faucet and I already had precum dripping from the tip. I ordered Mike to lap it up. He devoured my sticky, sweet syrup, saying it tasted like pineapple. “I want your cum next,” Mike demanded as he began to take my cock down his throat. Fuck, could he suck a dick. He was ravenous, and kept pulling my cock from his mouth to string my ever-flowing, thread-like, precum from his tongue.

“Fuck my throat,” Mike demanded. “I want you to fuck that nut down my throat.” I eagerly complied and gripped his head between my hands as I jackhammered his throat. “Fuck, you know how to service a dick,” I praised him. “Yeah, you want this cum? Yeah? ‘Cause you’re about to get it, boy.”

Mike’s face was read and saliva was streaming down his chin as my cock blasted his tonsils with my load. He kept my cock far down his throat, nearly gagging on my cum, before he pulled off and gasped for air. He then stood up and kissed me, feeding me some of my load from his tongue. “Damn, you’ve got a hot cock,” Mike moaned. “And your cum tastes so fucking good.”

Mike’s chin was smeared with cum and saliva. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” I insisted while guiding Mike to the shower. I got in there with him and treated him to an intense shoulder rub as he relaxed under the warm water from the shower head. Mike reached back and found I was hard again. He turned around, dropped to his knees, and took my cock in his mouth once more. I leaned against the shower wall with Mike’s hand pressed against me as he treated me to a slow, luxurious blow job. It was an entirely different experience from the fast and furious face fucking I’d just given him, and it was incredible. The versatility of his oral talents was admirable.

After Mike had expertly drained my balls for a second time, we towel dried and slipped under the covers. He instantly curled up next to me with his head on my arm and his hand resting on my stomach. “I felt like a lost puppy when you were going to leave for the hotel,” he admitted. “Thank you for bringing me with you.” I kissed him and soon we were drifting off to sleep, our bodies entwined blissfully.

A text alert woke us at 6 am. It was the airline. Our flight had been rescheduled for 8 am. Mike got the same text alert and was returning his phone to the bed table when he asked, “What happens if we miss that flight?” His hand was under the covers feeling for my cock as I replied, “I suppose they’d just have to book us on a later flight. Is that what you want?” Mike kissed me and said, “Yes, and there’s one more thing that I want.” His voice grew soft and tentative as he continued, “I want you inside me. I’ve never been … fucked. And I want that with you.”

I instantly rose from the bed. “Wait, where are you going?” Mike asked with apprehension. “I’m just getting some lube from my travel bag,” I reassured him. I then reached for my phone while saying, “And I need to text my wife and tell he that we’re staying here another night. It’s a shame the airline can’t get us on another flight today.” Mike laughed as I returned to bed and kissed him deeply in anticipation of taking his virgin hole.

“Whew,” he exhaled. “Those crunches felt fuckin’ great. Thanks for your help, bro.”

“My pleasure, man,” I replied, trying not to stare at his bulge.

“I’m gonna run 10-miles up the beach next, if you wanna join me,” he offered.

“Damn, man,” I chided. “Save some energy. It’s the weekend. Aren’t you planning on fucking Zara tonight?”

“Nah,” he exhaled. “Zara is at a sorority retreat in the mountains through Sunday. The exercise helps me not to think about fucking her pussy.”

“You can fuck my pussy,” I blurted out, turning red at my lack of inhibition.

“Shit, bro,” he exclaimed. “You take cock?”

“Yeah, man,” I affirmed. “Wanna fuck me after your run up the beach?”

“Fuck the run up the beach. I’ll race you back to your place. Hope you can handle a nine-incher.”

It was a month before the start of my freshman year of college, and I was attending a required, weekend orientation. I had noticed him from across the lobby when I arrived to Carlton Hall, the large, stately freshman dorm off the quad, where we would all be staying for orientation. Fuck, he was hot. He was the only guy in a sea of 200 incoming freshman who was sporting a scruffy beard. As I stared in awe of him from afar, his eyes suddenly met mine. Fuck. I quickly looked away. Was I truly ready for this?

I’m good looking. I’ve got a muscular body. I played football in high school. The girls back at school fuckin’ loved me. But I wasn’t so much into them. My attraction to boys has always been there, even before puberty, in the far recesses of my mind. And when I’d go home from football practice and jack off thinking about my teammates and not the cheerleaders, well … there was no question I was into dudes. But I had to hide it. There were a few gay guys at my high school, but there was no place for them in the testosterone-loaded, masculine world of my football team. And so nobody knew my secret.

College, however, was going to be different. Away from my parents and all my old friends who expected me to be a certain way, I was going to finally live an authentic life. I just didn’t know how. Standing in the lobby of Carlton Hall, I wanted the boy with the scruffy beard more than anything. But I was powerless to make it happen, paralyzed by my inexperience. I was lost in that hopeless inertia when a figure appeared suddenly before me.

“Hey, I’m Baxter,” came a voice with a hand extended to me. It was the hottie with the scruffy beard. “Oh, hey … I’m Ryan,” I quickly stammered, trying not to sound like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush. “Have you picked someone yet?” asked Baxter. “Huh?” I responded in confusion. “Weren’t you listening just now?” Baxter laughed. “They told us to pick someone to room with for the weekend. You wanna bunk together?”

Ten minutes later, Baxter and I were upstairs in a dorm room. How was this happening? I could not believe my luck. We had engaged in the usual polite conversation of strangers for a few moments, sharing where we were from, what we plan to study, etcetera, as we unpacked our few belongings. And then Baxter hit me with it. “I know your secret,” he playfully taunted with a smile. “What secret? What are you talking about?” I responded, taken aback.

“You like boys,” he began. “I can tell. And I think you like me.” I stood in the middle of the floor motionless, not knowing how to respond. Nobody had ever guessed the truth about me or dared to call me out on it. “Don’t be afraid,” Baxter continued, speaking softly. “I like boys, too. And I like you.” His eyes were suddenly upon me, taking me in from top to bottom. “Take off your shirt,” he instructed. And as I dutifully complied, Baxter gave out a low whistle. “Fuck, you’ve got a hot body. You play football?” he asked. I nodded. “Shit. Wait until my parents hear about this. They know I have a type.”

“Wait, what?” I coughed. “Your parents? They know about you?” Baxter gave a laugh. “Yeah, man. I’m completely open with them. This isn’t 1955. We have nothing to hide about ourselves,” he said, coming closer to me. Baxter’s lips were suddenly on mine, the scruff of his beard tickling my chin. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered. “I … I’ve never,” I began to stammer in reply. “You’ll be fine,” he assured me. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you have a condom?” I asked as he pulled me onto one of the dorm twin beds. “Why? You don’t want to have my baby?” Baxter chided playfully. He was pulling off his clothes. His chest was hairy, which gave him a maturity that belied his eighteen-year-old body. And his big cock … fuck. It was also the cock of a fully grown man, and not a boyish college freshman. As he finished undressing, I got on all fours, presenting my ass to him like I’d seen from the gay porn I’d watched.

“No … Not like that,” Baxter insisted. “I want to see your face while we fuck.” I rolled onto my back as he raised my legs above his head. His tongue was suddenly on my puckered hole. A wave of pleasure washed over me and I began to squirm as his tongue probed inside me. “Don’t tell me you’ve never been rimmed?” Baxter asked, coming up for air. “I told you that I’ve never done this before,” I replied as he went back to work on me. Soon Baxter replaced his tongue with a finger, and then two fingers.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” Baxter exclaimed. I began to apologize but he interrupted by saying, “I fucking love a tight hole.” He then sat up on his knees and inched closer to me, pressing the head of his cock against my hole. “You sure you want this?” Baxter asked, slapping his big cock against my freshly-eaten hole. “Yeah,” I replied, grabbing him by the hips to pull him closer. “I want you inside me.”

“Fuuuck,” Baxter exhaled as he slowly worked his cock into my pink, virgin hole. “Damn, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” he moaned, throwing his head back. My vestal hole began to contract reflexively in retaliation against this assault against its purity. “Just relax, baby,” Baxter’s voice was in my ear. “Take a deep breath and go with it.” I did as told, and soon I could feel my hole opening as I took Baxter all the way inside me. “That’s it,” he encouraged. He then paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the fullness of him.

“You ready for it?” Baxter asked, giving my hole some slow, deep strokes. “Yeah,” I moaned as waves of pleasure consumed me. “Give me that big cock.” Like a sports car shifting into gear, Baxter increased his intensity and began to work my hole with fervor. Fuck, it felt good to have him inside me. His lips were suddenly on mine, kissing me as he deftly continued to pummel my hole. “Christ, you’re beautiful,” Baxter said, looking into my eyes. “I can’t believe I’m inside a hottie like you.” I couldn’t believe how good his big dick felt inside me. My cock was rock hard as he began to jackhammer me. And suddenly an all-too-familiar feeling began to build steadily inside me.

“Dude,” I announced urgently. “I think I’m gonna bust.” Baxter paused momentarily and looked down at my hard cock, swollen and dripping precum between us. “Fuck, that’s hot. I love when I can make a bottom shoot,” he responded. “I’m gonna cum with you.” Baxter immediately resumed his frantic pace, pounding us both to climax. “Aww, FUCK,” I cried out, struggling to breathe from the intensity of cumming with a dick up my ass. And then the floodgates opened as my cock erupted with a massive load.

“Damn, that’s HOT,” Baxter roared while looking down at my throbbing dick as rope after rope of my load coated his hairy body above me. “SHIT,” he bellowed, his eyes rolling back into his head. Instantly, Baxter’s body began to convulse as his cock pulsed inside me, releasing his warm load into my depths. At the last possible moment, he pulled out and sprayed me with the last few shots of cum that his balls could produce before plunging back inside me. He then collapsed upon me, melding our cum between us in a sticky mess.

Baxter’s lips were upon mine again. As we kissed, I reached down and grasped his wet, spent cock. He was still hard. I was just about to guide Baxter back inside my defiled hole when an alarm sounded on his phone. “Shit,” he exclaimed while jumping up to silence it. “We need to get back downstairs for the first orientation session.” I moaned, not wanting our bodies to part. Yet I knew we would resume our fun again that night.

“Hey,” Baxter called while pulling his shirt over his head. “Do you have a roommate yet for the fall?” I shook my head. “Good,” Baxter replied, zipping up his pants. “Because I think we should room together permanently. What do you think?” I gave him my answer with another kiss. “Don’t you think we could be a little late to the first session?” I teased. And twenty minutes later we snuck into the back of the lecture hall with Baxter’s second load up my ass.

“I dunno, man. I don’t think I see anything.”

“Dude. I need you to be sure. I can’t go home to my girlfriend with a cummy hole.”

“Fine. Raise your leg a little higher. Yeah, that’s good. Uh … Yeah, you do have a bit of cum leaking out your hole. Just try to wipe it up with your finger.”

“OK. I think I got it. How about now?”

“Jesus, man. You made it worse. Now the jizz is all matted in the fur surrounding your hole.”

“Fuck, dude. I knew I shouldn’t have taken six cocks in here today. I’m running out of time, but I’m just gonna have to hit the shower to wash it all out.”

“Yeah, man. The shower seems your best bet for that much cum. But hey … since you’ve gotta shower after all, can I bust my nut up inside you? I’ve got a 4-day load I need to lose.”

“Sure, man. But make it quick. I’ve got dinner with my girlfriend in an hour. I’m finally popping the question.”

“Hola. ¿Cómo estás?” I greeted him, trying to remember the two years of Spanish I took in high school.

He shrugged, giving me a puzzled look. Shit.

“Muy guapo,” I said, trying to compliment his handsome face.

Once again, a clueless shrug while he continued to sip his drink. Fuck.

“¿Vive usted aquí?” I asked, trying to ascertain if he lived nearby.

Taking his lips off the straw, he cocked his head to one side and said, “You trying to suck my cock or something, faggot?”

“Wait … You speak English?” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, man,” he laughed. “I’m from Cleveland, here on spring break. Your hotel or mine? I’ve got about four days backed up in these balls.”