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Dad does business frequently in Saudi Arabia so it wasn’t to much of a surprise when he said in wanted to take me with him on his next trip, a few weeks after my 18th birthday.
When we arrived a car picked us up at the airport but instead of driving to the hotel it drove us to a huge palatial compound outside of the city.
As we entered the compound I was grabbed by two large men who immediately stripped me naked, fully revealing my smooth, hairless swimmer build body and my embarrassedly tiny cock.
Soon the man pictured above entered the room. As I stood there in shock, with his hands he physically inspected every inch of my body.
With two fingers painfully squeezed into my tight virgin ass hole, he turned to my father and said I was everything he was promised. He then turned to a nearby assistant and told him to give my father the check for $2,000,000.
I soon learned I was now owed by this man. The newest young man to be added to his harem of young men &!young women, always kept naked and ready to be used by him and all his male family members to satisfy their most perverted sexual needs & desires.
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It reached 100 F on the day of the move. Thank God the 4 black movers were young & in good shape. By the time they had every stick of furniture & every box in their proper spot in the house, their uniforms were dripping wet in their stinking ripe sweat.
When the movers were done my wife was exhausted and took to our newly assembled bed. But besides the extra $1000 I gave the men for the extraordinary work they did on this hellishly hot day I knew they deserved more, so as they were about to depart I walked to the rear of their truck with an ice cold case of beer wearing only a jock & socks.
By the time they finally departed 3 hours latter I was covered in their sweaty stink & my face was covered in the smell & taste of their raunchy feet, pits, balls & ass from their sweat, spit, cum & piss and my ass was gaping and leaking with spit, cum & piss.
I’m glad they seemed happy as they departed but personally I was also overwhelmed by the attention of several of my new neighbors & their teen age sons who joined the movers in their enjoyment of my body. The new neighbors seemed quite pleased that a dirty, perverted faggot had moved in on the block.
Daaamn that’s alot of uncut dick hanging low
Mmm a great time was had by all
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“You sure you want this?” asked Nate, his warm breath on my lips, his big dick pressed against the puckered folds of my virgin hole. “It’s not too late for me to stop.” I nodded my assent, my lips meeting his as his thick cock pushed into my uncharted depths.
“I’m worried about you, Owen,” my father had said to me one Saturday night when I was reading alone in my room. “You leave for college in a month. You should be out having fun with your friends—not sitting at home. What’s going on with you?”
“I just—I just don’t relate to my friends anymore,” I shrugged sullenly. “All they want to do is get drunk and hookup with each other. Who am I supposed to hookup with when I’m the only gay kid that I know?”
“I know it’s tough being gay in a small town,” Dad sighed, his hand on my shoulder. “And I’m so proud of you for being out to your mom and me, and all your friends. But I’ve been thinking maybe you should talk with someone.”
“Jesus, Dad,” I exclaimed. “I don’t need a shrink.”
“No—not a shrink,” Dad laughed. “I was thinking of this new guy in my office—Nate. He’s a homosexual, like you.”
“Ugh, Dad,” I cringed. “First—just say gay. Homosexual is so cringey. And second—I don’t want to talk with some random gay dude.”
But Dad ignored my objections and made arrangements for me to meet Nate at his place the next Saturday afternoon. Driving to Nate’s condo, I was expecting him to be some old queen. Thus, I was rather surprised when a hot-as-fuck guy in his mid-twenties opened the door.
“You must be Owen,” Nate beamed, greeting me with a firm handshake and pulling me inside. “Have a seat on the couch. Would you like a beer? I know you’re only eighteen, but I won’t tell your dad.”
“Nah,” I declined. “Dad will smell it on my breath. Better make it a Coke, if you’ve got it.”
Nate appeared a moment later with a beer for him and a Coke for me, seating himself next to me on the couch. His cologne smelled fucking amazing.
“I know your dad wants you to open up to me about your journey,” Nate began. “But you don’t have to do this. Just because we both like dick, doesn’t mean you’ll want to talk with me.”
“No—I do want to talk with you,” I assured Nate. And looking him up and down, I knew that I wanted to do a lot more than just talk.
“Good,” Nate smiled, taking a sip of his beer. “Why don’t you start by telling me when you first suspected you might be gay?”
“Umm—sure,” I agreed. “It was sixth grade. Greg Horton sat next to me in math. I thought he liked me because he would always give me some of his Starbursts. So one day I told Greg that I thought he was cute—and then he called me a faggot, and the teacher let him switch seats with fat-ass Lisa Geckly.”
“Jesus,” Nate exclaimed. “Okay—well, how about a happier memory? Tell me about the first time you kissed a boy.”
“I—uh—I’ve never kissed a boy,” I admitted sheepishly. “I was the only gay kid in my graduating class. There was no one to kiss. I’ve never done anything with a guy.”
“Don’t feel bad,” Nate said, placing a reassuring hand on my knee. “I was a late bloomer, too. You’ll more than make up for it in college.”
“But that’s the problem—I don’t want to wait until college,” I shared. “And I don’t want the other gay guys there to dismiss me as naive and inexperienced.”
“Well, maybe that’s something I can help you with,” Nate whispered, leaning towards me.
His lips were soon upon mine, sending an electric shock through my body. The beer on his tongue tasted forbidden—intoxicating. Nate’s hand moved from my knee to the sensitive domain of my inner-thigh, my cock hardening to his touch. I reached between his legs and could feel his hard cock straining against his pants. I couldn’t believe this was happening—and so fast.
“Let’s take this to my bed,” Nate declared, rising from the couch and pulling me to his bedroom. Within seconds, the floor was littered with our clothes as Nate instructed me to get on the bed. And that’s when I got my first glimpse of his cock. The dude was huge.
“There’s no fucking way that’s gonna fit inside me,” I gestured to Nate’s big cock, which was rapidly hardening. I had caught glimpses of my Dad’s cock at times when he showered, but Nate’s dick looked nearly twice as big.
“Trust me—you can take it,” Nate assured me. “I’ll start off slow. And I’m also a connoisseur of eating ass. I’ll have your hole ready for this cock in no time.”
As if on cue, Nate pushed my legs up to my chest, raising my ass off the bed, as he dove into my virgin hole with his probing tongue. I squealed in delight as he ate me out like a ravenous animal enjoying its prey. Lying on my back, my hands running through his hair, I wondered if his big cock could feel any better than having his tongue inside me. I was about to find out.
“I think you’re almost ready,” Nate announced, coming up for air. He then worked one and then two fingers inside me. “How’s that feel?”
“Fucking amazing,” I moaned. “But I want your cock—I want you inside me.”
Smiling like a cat who’d caught a mouse, Nate positioned himself on top of me, my knees spread to accommodate his body. He kissed me softly, the scruff of his beard on my chin, before speaking.
“You sure you want this?” asked Nate, his warm breath on my lips, his big dick pressed against the puckered folds of my virgin hole. “It’s not too late for me to stop.” I nodded my assent, my lips meeting his as his thick cock pushed into my uncharted depths.
“FUCK,” I screamed, my sphincter tightening reflexively as a bolt of white-hot pain ripped through my body. It felt like Nate’s entire arm was inside me.
“Just relax,” Nate instructed me with a soft, reassuring kiss at the nape of my neck. “I’m really big, so you’re gonna need to give yourself a moment to adjust.”
As Nate held still within me, my hole slowly relaxed and opened for him. Sensing my acceptance of his big cock, Nate began to deliver some slow, steady thrusts. The intense feeling of fullness inside of me was simply overwhelming. I marveled at the depths he achieved once he was balls deep inside me. Wrapping my arms around him, I begged Nick to fuck me harder.
“Be careful what you wish for,” Nate warned playfully as he pushed himself into a plank above me. Plunging my depths, Nate built on his pace incrementally until he was violently jackhammering me at a breakneck pace.
“Yeah—fuck me—fuck my tight hole,” I begged. “Dump your seed inside of me.”
“You’re about to get it,” Nate panted, his body slick with sweat as he began to convulse on top of me. “FUCK . . . DAMN,” he growled, his cock throbbing inside of me, releasing his seed.
“Yeah, fill me up,” I whispered stroking Nate’s sweaty back as he collapsed on me, our bodies melded as one as his balls reached empty. He stayed inside me, slowly going soft, while his breathing returned to normal.
“You wanna fuck my ass now?” Nate asked, finally extracting his spent cock from my wet hole and propping himself on one elbow. “There’s more to sex than just bottoming. You need to know how to top, too. And I’m a talented bottom, as well.”
“Fuck YES,” I exclaimed, eager to get my cock inside him. “But I should probably come back for that another time. My dad is gonna get worried or suspicious if I don’t get home soon.”
“I wouldn’t worry about your dad,” Nate assured me. “In fact, he told me it was totally cool if you wanted to spend the night so we could have plenty of time to fuck.”
“Wait a minute—my dad knew that you and I were gonna fuck?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah,” Nate laughed, rolling onto his back and spreading his athletic legs for me. “Your dad set this up because he thought you needed to get laid. And he was right.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
With his big cock working slowly inside me, Pastor John closed his eyes in what appeared to be prayer. “Are you asking forgiveness for fucking me, Pastor?” I asked, looking up at him.
“No,” he replied, his eyes still closed. “I’m asking forgiveness for what I’m about to do to you.”
“You’re coming with me, Martin, and that’s final,” my mom shouted at me earlier that morning on my first Sunday home from college for the summer.
“Jesus, mom,” I complained. “I’m not a kid anymore. I don’t want to go to church.”
“Do not take the good Lord’s name in vain, especially on a Sunday,” she admonished through pursed lips. “And you’ll go to church while you’re under my roof. Besides, there’s a new pastor at church—Pastor John. He’s younger than the last one. Has a wife and two young daughters. I’ve told him all about you, and I think you’ll like him.”
I had no interest in Pastor John … until he stood up to give the benediction at the start of the service. Holy fuck, he was hot. He looked no older than thirty. With his trim beard, his dashing smile, and his muscles bulging under his white clergy robe, I wanted him in the worst way. His adoring family sitting in the front pew didn’t help matters.
Unbeknownst to my mom, I had developed a predilection for getting fucked by hung daddies during my first year of college. I had bent over for several professors, but never imagined I’d be attracted to a man of the cloth.
“Stand up, Martin,” my mom ordered as she raised me by the collar for the closing hymn. I was struggling to hide my raging boner, and had to hold the hymnal over my crotch as we sang. Upon the close of the hymn, Mom grabbed me again and pulled me down the aisle to stand in line to greet Pastor John as we exited the church.
“And who’s this strapping young man?” Pastor John asked my mom as he extended his hand to greet me. He shook my hand firmly and lingered as he held my gaze. It was like he could see into my soul. He finally released my hand, stroking my palm gently with his index finger as he pulled his hand away. “Your mom tells me you’re home for the summer,” he declared while placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Yes, Pastor,” I replied, trying not to blush under his steely gaze.
“Would you mind if I borrowed your son for the afternoon?” he then asked my mom. “We’re still getting settled in at the parsonage, and I could use a strong, young man to help me get some boxes up to the attic.”
“Yes, Pastor,” my mom replied, beaming with delight. “Martin will be glad to help.”
An hour later, I climbed the steps to the parsonage in a shady yard behind the church and rang the door bell. Pastor John opened the door and leaned against the door frame. Fuck, he was even hotter out of his white clergy robe.
Sporting a crisp white shirt that was partly open at the collar, a tuft of his chest hair peeked out at me tauntingly. He had on a pair of slim, khaki pants that couldn’t conceal the large bulge at his crotch. In his hand he held a tumbler of scotch, which I could smell on his breath. Once again, I felt he could see into my soul as his eyes surveyed me.
“Come in, Martin,” Pastor John finally invited.
“Thank you, Pastor,” I replied.
“No, call me John,” he insisted. “I like to be more—uh—casual here in the parsonage. Care to join me in a drink?” he asked while closing the front door and holding up his tumbler of scotch.
“Uh … no thanks,” I stammered. “I like beer, but I’m not much for the hard stuff yet.”
John shrugged and led me into the living room, inviting me to sit on the couch with him. As I looked around, I didn’t see any of the boxes he had mentioned. I also didn’t see his family.
“Mindy took the girls down to her parents in Tuscaloosa for the afternoon,” he informed me. “They won’t return until after dinner.”
“You—uh—said you need help with some boxes?” I asked.
Placing his scotch upon a sofa table, John leaned back against the couch and unzipped his khakis. “Fuck the boxes,” he said, pulling out a thick, hard, eight-incher. “I’d rather have your help with this big dick.”
“Yes, sir,” I agreed eagerly, leaning over to get that big cock in my mouth.
“No, boy,” John admonished. “Get down on your knees and worship this big dick like you need it.”
I dutifully complied and was soon on my knees, slobbering all over that big tool and taking him down my throat. His precum tasted delicious, and I couldn’t wait to swallow his load, but John had other plans.
“You want it up your ass?” he asked, pulling his cock from my mouth and playfully slapping my cheek with it. I nodded as John stood up, grabbed me by the hand, and led me upstairs.
I thought he might fuck me in the guest room, but John led me into the bedroom he shares with his wife. “I love fucking a guy on the bed where I fuck my wife,” he confessed. “It makes me feel so … naughty.”
John’s hands were all over me as we stripped out of our clothes. He lowered me onto the bed and was soon on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my tight hole. With his big cock working slowly inside me, Pastor John closed his eyes in what appeared to be prayer.
“Are you asking forgiveness for fucking me, Pastor?” I asked.
“No,” he replied. “I’m asking forgiveness for what I’m about to do to you. And I told you to drop the Pastor shit,” he admonished.
Suddenly, it was like a great awakening took place inside of him. He seemed possessed. With his big cock now all the way inside of me, John went from zero to sixty in about three seconds and began to jackhammer me furiously. There was a violent rage behind his eyes, a desire to destroy me or my hole—or both.
“Yeah, boy,” he grunted, pounding the shit out of me, my head banging against the headboard unrelentingly. “You like this big cock in your pussy, huh?” he demanded. “Tell me you like this big cock.”
“Mmm hmm,” I managed to answer as he destroyed my hole, but that didn’t satisfy him.
“I said—do you like this big cock in your pussy, boy?” he repeated. “Speak up. I can’t fuckin’ hear you.”
“YES,” I exhaled as hard as I could between his merciless thrusts. “I fucking love your big cock.”
John gave a satisfied grin, pounding me harder. I raised my head to kiss him, hoping that might slow his pace some, but my effort was futile.
“Don’t kiss me, boy,” he admonished. “I’m not your fuckin’ boyfriend.”
John then pulled out of me, flipped me over onto my stomach, and mounted me from behind. “Yeah, this is the view I like,” he announced. “Watching my cock wrecking your cunt.” He was able to go even deeper in this position, and I was loving it.
“You like being used like this, boy?” he asked. Not waiting for my response, he continued, “Yeah, you worthless cunt. The only thing you’re good for is being a cum dump for married men like me.”
The intensity of his fucking was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Violently, he pounded me harder and harder, faster and faster. He couldn’t last much longer at this pace, was my thought. And I was right.
“SHIT, boy. I’m gonna bust,” he announced urgently. John’s hands were on the small of my back as he raised himself higher and gave my hole some deep, final thrusts.
“Aww, FUCK. Here it comes, you motherfucker. Open that pussy for it.” And instantly his body began to convulse as I felt his warm load release inside me. “SHIT … FUCK … DAMN,” he growled as his balls continued to empty, filling me with his seed.
John pulled out of me with a violent thrust, his load spilling out of me and onto the sheets. He rolled over and stretched out beside me, our sweaty bodies soaking the sheet beneath us.
“Whew,” he exhaled. “I fuckin’ needed that.” And instantly it felt as if Pastor John had returned to his normal self. Whatever had possessed him, had finally relented and released him.
“I’m—uh—sorry if that was too intense for you, Martin. I get a little crazy when I fuck a guy. I’m not like that with my wife.” I told him that I understood fully, and that I actually loved being fucked hard like that.
“Shit,” he exclaimed while looking at his watch. “I’m leading a Bible study in an hour. I gotta shower and change. Maybe put these nasty sheets in the wash, too,” he laughed.
He pulled on a pair of boxer briefs as I got dressed, and then walked me downstairs. His cock was still hard and straining against the front of his briefs. I wished he had time for another round, but I felt confident that I’d be back another time soon.
“Hey, Martin?” John asked as I stepped off his porch. “Be sure to tell your mom that we had a good talk and got you all straightened out, okay?” He was smiling, like it was some kind of joke.
“I don’t understand,” I replied, confused by what he meant.
“Oh, your mom asked me to have a talk with you because she thought you might be gay,” Pastor John confessed with a smile. “Lucky for me, your mama was right.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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