My Blindfolded Bareback Fuckfest

Hello again, after a very dry spell over Christmas and new year in January I met a guy via Grindr. I went round to his house two days running and he fucked me so deeply. After the second visit he asked me if I would be interested in meeting for a group fuck.

Of course I drooled a yes to him. He said he would sort it out for the last weekend of the month.

He said he would invite round as many guys as he could get together. I told him it was all OK and that I would be very happy to take as many men as he could get.

I told him I didn’t mind if I was drained of jizz over and over and I didn’t care if I was tired and sore afterwards. He said I was a truly slutty little puppy and I told him of course I was.

I’m just a young gay male who loves getting pounded. What is wrong in that?

For the rest of the month my mind wandered to what might happen at this party, I dreamed of guzzling down load after creamy load. I wanted it; I needed to prove to myself that I’m just a dirty little cum slut with a whore’s asshole. I had to do it, I had to bend myself for these men, and I had to allow them to do whatever the fuck they wanted to me.

I was theirs. They were my masters. They were gods who were going to fill me with their seed. Every time I thought of the upcoming party I got hard and wet straight away. I would be sat on the bus travelling to town and my boner would be pushing tight against the inside of my jeans.

I thought I'm just a little slutty toy for him and his friends, just a cum puppy to pass around, to tease, play with, to use and abuse.

Over the years I’ve learnt how to suck cock very well, how to deep throat dick without choking, how to lay back and relax my boy pussy for all men’s cocks, to keep going even after they've cum, to hold back my own cum until permission is given.

I’ve always made sure I’ve learn how to enjoy the generosity of these men who so kindly have given me the gift of their huge cocks deep inside me.

On the day of the party I arrived early and the host greeted me at the door and roughly dragged me inside. He told me he had managed to get some men together but he wouldn’t tell me how many.

He led me upstairs to the bedroom. On the double bed were some leg and wrist straps.

He made me strip and lie face down. He put a couple of pillows under me so my butt was up in the air and then he tied my hands and ankles to the bed.

Then he lay across me and put two cotton balls over each of my eyes and then with gaffer tape he taped my eyes tightly shut.

Then I waited. My hard dick throbbing underneath me, I was so excited.

I heard voices coming up the stairs, and then I heard three of maybe four male voices. They were checking out their prize. Hands and fingers explored me. Fully deep into my asshole and forced into my mouth.

Then the fucking began, I felt a heavy body push me down into the bed and he started.

Heavy quick jabs inside me with his dick. He called me a dirty slut and said I was worthless and this was all that I was good for. I agreed, but as I spoke he hit me sharply across the back of the head. I was told to shut up and to know my place. I stayed silent for the rest of the night.

After I felt three different body weights and types forcing me downward into the bed the host left the room. I heard him leaving and telling the others that more guys had arrived.

Maybe an hour later I had been fucked over and over by many different men. I’ve no idea by how many. They took turns in my asshole and mouth.

I swallowed their cum and then piss. My belly extended from all of the creamy loads and yummy tasting piss.

My butt was awash with jizz and I could felt it dripping down between my legs and under me, covering the back of my balls.

This was paradise to me. This is what I’ve dreamt about for the whole month and of course longer.

I lost count of how many loads I had taken and how many times I was fucked. I’ve no idea of how many men was there that night. I know it was far more that ten different voices.

All calling me names and telling me what a dirty slut and cum hungry whore I was.

They were all correct of course. I am.

I felt the tape rip from my face and my arms and legs untied. I had my clothes thrown at me and I was ordered to leave. I dressed as I went down the stairs.

The host told me I had done very well. I asked if it could happen again, I was sore and dripping, but I wanted more. He told me that I was damaged goods now. But that he would see.

I hope I go again. I’ll keep dreaming.

Catch you later XXXX.

My Ripped Jeans

It’s been so hot and sweaty here today. The sweat was pouring down my back and wetting the back of my underwear. Normally I like to wear my baggy ripped jeans in weather like this, but today I went out in my joggers because it was cold this morning when I first went out. Also the joggers are better for getting out of quickly if I go passed any gents toilets I like the look of.

My baggy jeans I bought from a charity shop a while ago. They were loose around the cock and balls and my butt held them up at the back without need of a belt. I’ve worn them to death. Anytime I didn’t have clean pants I will just grab them and leave the house.

The rip under the crotch started small at first, but with all the bending over I do to show off my butt to guys in places like supermarkets and other public places, it split quite wide.

If I don’t wear underwear the top of my leg and the ridge under my balls is on display.

Then the rip under my right buttock happened. I was getting out of a car and I heard a tear happen. When I stood up I felt the breeze on my butt cheek. I like the fact my ass is on show. I love it when I go up the stairs on the double-decker buses. All those college and high school boys staring at my wide open butt and hoping they are lusting after it.

Another thing I enjoy doing when is wearing them and sitting with my legs spread in a public place. Hoping guys will look down and see my balls, just visible through the gap. Wishing they would sit beside me and slip a hand up into the hole and grab my cock.

I can push my whole cock out of the crotch hole now. I can walk the streets of the estate at night with my cock and balls swinging between my legs. The traffic passing too fast to notice I’m showing the whole world my goods.

I want them to circle the block and take another look, unsure they saw my meat banging about the first time. I want them to slow and ask me if there is anywhere we can go for a fuck.

I would get into their cars and let them all fuck me. Every one of them can just pound me in public if they wanted. Slam me on the hoods of their cars right there in the streets. Headlights flashing over my butt as the guys rail into me.

I would love that. I love being a slut. I like dressing to show off my body. I want them to want me. I need their dicks. I crave them. It is what I was put on this Earth to do, suck dick and take loads inside me. Hopefully soon I will get dick again. It’s always far too long between fucks.

I need dick.

Catch you later XXXX

Jamie the Slave Boy

I went round to a guy’s house. I had met him off Grindr and had been with him a couple of times in the public toilets in the park. But this time he asked me round to his house. I drove to his house and parked outside it was a large house and I thought I might have got the wrong address because whoever lived there must have had money to burn.

He answered the door in a long red robe and once I was inside he took me by the hand like a child up the stairs to a large bedroom at the back of the house.

There weren’t a lot of things in the room, a bed and a few tables and that was it really. The lights were quite low and I had trouble seeing what was on the tables by the window.

He asked me if I was going to be a good boy, I told him I was always a good boy. This, of course, isn’t the truth. I always try to be as naughty as I possibly can, as often as I can.

He stood me in the middle of the room and then sat down on the edge of the bed. He called me boy.

He ordered me to strip for him, shirt first, then trousers then socks and finally underwear. I stood there a little bit unsure what was going to happen as he was still clothed in his long red robe.

I put my hand down to my cock and touched it for a second, I did it without thinking. His face was red with rage. “Did I tell you, you could touch your willy?”

I told him I was sorry. I was starting to see how this evening was going to play out. I was the naughty slave boy. My mind raced at the thoughts of what might be coming up, my dick got ahead of me and I became enlarged.

I held my hands down by my side. He told me to get down on my hands and knees and to crawl over to him on all fours. When I reached him he lay one hand down on the top on my head and ruffled my hair.

“Good doggy” he said.

My master then pulled me over his knee face down and began to smooth his hand over my buttocks.

He told me how beautiful and round my butt was, telling me how it was a perfect bottom.

He had raised his hand up high and slapped it down. The pain and pleasure hit me with a wave up my body. After each hit it was then a swift grab at my butt, with a handful of my buttock and run of his hand over the skin.

He stood up, which made me fall to the floor. He called me a silly doggy and then in his hand from one of the tables was a shiny pink leather dog collar.

“You are going to look such a little faggot queer boy in this, come here and I will be kind and put it on for you”

I crawled over on my knees and he fixed the buckles around my neck. Tightly, I felt the collar bite into the skin on my neck. Then a dog lead was in his hand. He fastened it to the collar.

I walked me around the room. Jerking hard on the lead and I struggled to keep pace with him.

He was saying things like good doggy and well done boy. Patting my head and reaching down and smoothing his hands down over my buttocks as if I was hairy and he was levelling it down.

He told me I was allowed on the bed and that he had something else for me. I got up and wiggled my bum at him.

From his table of toys he took a rubber dog tail butt plug. My eyes must have lit up, because he asked me if I was excited. I nodded yes, being a good dog I didn’t speak.

He spat into my butt crack and fingered some of his self made lube into my hole. Then he commenced to push the bulbous butt plug up inside the soft walls of my anus. I felt my inner walls press and grasp at the toy as he pushed it in and out. I could feel it being pushed around within me.

In the end it was fully up and inside me, I wagged my new tail. My own human tail wagged underneath my belly, splashing precum up onto my belly and down over the tops of my legs.

The butt plug was hitting my inner spot just right.

He grabbed hold of the lead tight in his fist and with his other hand he reached under and tightly grabbed my cock and balls. He led me down off the bed and around the room. He again reached down and this time making a firm grip of my buttock. I could feel the heat on my butt; I knew they would be shiny red by now from all the slaps and tight grabs.

He twisted the tail around in my hole, tail up and tail down. I wagged my bum and the tail whenever he released his unyielding grip.

He got me to jump back onto the bed and with a sharp pop he pulled the butt plug from up inside of me. He threw it aside and from the table came another toy, one that looked just as exciting. It was a large black rubber dildo, as long as his forearm and just as meaty.

He spat on it and made me do the same. Then he got me to lick it up and down.

My master then stabbed me with it up inside my cunthole. In and out, again and again. My legs buckled with the shock and the passionate energy.

He again reached down and played with my balls, tightly gripping them. He got me off the bed once again. He undid the front of his red robe and for the first time I saw his swollen dick. Hard and hairless, smooth and engorged. With the lead still in one hand and the dildo still firmly up my asshole he took a dog’s drinking bowl from his table of goodies and dropped it to the floor.

He then began to piss into it, missing at first and hitting me full in the face. I opened my mouth but he told me not to be such a bad dog. He then held my head down to the bowl and forced me to lap at the urine. As I did this he reached under and jerked my cock.

Before I knew what was happening his dick was jammed into my mouth and down my throat. I choked on his dick the first few times. My spit became ropey and it slapped down his balls and onto his legs. But he calmed his tempo and I was able to properly suck him off, until he blew a hot salty load into my mouth and over my lips and face. He told me I was then allowed to jerk myself off. So I did, with his help. He held his face close to my cock as I blew, so he was able to catch it into his mouth. He then loomed over me and spat it into my face. I loved being humiliated.

I’ve seen him a few times since for other types of roleplay. I’ll share some with you if you like some other time.

Catch you later XXXX

My Blitzed Easter Fuckfest

It was Easter weekend and I had been such a good boy for so long that I felt like being bad. So I got my phone and went onto Grindr. Happily loads of guys out there wanted to be naughty boys with me. Message after message popped up. All offering to ram me and suck me. To abuse the shit out of me. Sadly few of them were local. Never a good willy around when you need one. And damn I needed one. My butthole was starved. It had been a month since I had last felt my tight walls pushed out and a thick juicy cock slide up into my hole.

I talked to a few guys. They offered me the same boring fuck. I needed that extra high. I needed to be destroyed. I talked to one guy I had met before he asked if I wanted to meet up with him and his mate in town at his mate’s apartment. He said treats would be on offer. I got dressed, made sure my hair was nice for the pleasant men and left, telling my mum I would be gone for the day.

I waiting down by the garages and the guy pulled up, I've no idea of his real name so I’ll call him Pete. He drove me into town in his little sports car. Driving like a mental person trying to escape before the doctors knew he was missing from the asylum.

Pete drove us to a tall posh apartment building in town. Huge glass windows and the kind of place I will never be able to afford to live in. He took us up in the lift, rubbing my back and butt as we got higher.

We walked down a long corridor and Pete knocked on a door. It opened and a very tall Swedish blond guy stood there in just his tiny bright red underwear. Fuck me he was hot. Pete is nice too, but this guy was amazing. He was tall with amazing thick, wide shoulders. Again I’ve no idea what his name is, so I’ll call him, Sam. I’ve no idea if that is a Swedish name or not.

They took me into a huge living room. A glass topped coffee table was at the centre of the room, with loads of nice looking goodies on it. There was a mug full of some weed, a tiny brown bottle with some white powder, a shot glass with some pills and booze. There was a hell of a lot of booze.
Sam blazed up a joint and passed it to me. It was only ten in the morning, but who am I to say no when free drugs are on offer.

Pete took his coat and shirt off and sat on the sofa checking out the room. Sam started to rub himself and sucked in huge lungs full of smoke and blowing it out in my direction. I sat down on the sofa and Sam sat at the other side of me. They both began to play with me. Untucking my shirt and running their hands over my chest and down into my pants.

Sam put his thumbs into each side of his underwear and in one movement slid them down and off, kicking them across the room. His massive cock popped up. The bulge I had been hoping for hadn't disappointed. He had a large cock and balls with a neat trimmed blond pubic region.

I dropped my head and took his cock in my mouth; Pete pulled at my shirt and took it off. He undid my pants and took my dick into his mouth. Sam lay back smoking his weed, blowing the smoke down into my face. A few minutes later I was naked and both were down on their knees as I lay on the sofa, smoking dope and having them take turns sucking at my leaking dick.

After a few bottles of beer I was rolled over and the two men took turns in my ass-hole. Two large bare cocks fought in and out of my opening. The pleasure waved into my soul. This is what I want for the rest of my life. Then Sam stood in front of my face and face fucked me. He took another beer bottle from the table, popped a pill down its neck and passed it over to me, I had no idea what the pill was I just swigged it down. My brain was on fire, I needed cock, as much cock as there was in the world. I felt amazing. A wave of gut punches of pleasure hit me over and over like a tide of gratification.

I was offered more weed, which seems to get stronger and stronger. The room was a cloud of weed smoke and red fiery sex streams coming off our bodies. Sam and Pete stood me up, my legs weren't my own. I was having trouble standing. They laughed as the fucked me, their white teeth so huge and friendly. I laughed too, this was incredible.

Then the tiny brown bottle of white powder was offered round. I took the most, sniffing it up into my nose. I wanted more. More drink, more weed, more of everything. I was stood by the huge windows looking out onto the city. They fucked me, pulled me and sucked my dick. I came over and over. As soon as one of us came we just carried on. Starting again, hour after hour. They filled my ass-hole with their cream, likewise my mouth. They held me tight in their arms and held my head steady as their jizz hit my face and ran down. I licked at them. I bit the air around me. I was gone.

I blacked out. I woke up in a bathroom, the salty smack of piss hitting my lips and going into my mouth. Sam had his fingers hooked into my mouth to keep it open and Pete was providing the piss.

They were laughing at me; I slipped in and out of consciousness. I would wake in a different room of the apartment. A bedroom with my hands tied behind my back and something large and rubbery jammed up inside my ass-hole. Back in the living area flat out of the floor rolling about giggling to myself as cameras flashed.  Each time I was awake I knew I was begging for more cock. I was pleading with them not to stop, to go faster, to start again. I didn't want this day to ever end.

I felt like a hundred men had filled my gut with their seed, it was just the two. I think.

The sky outside the huge windows grew darker and a storm rolled in. Rain lashed at the glass and when I was pressed face against it, it was cold and hard against my body. But I felt like I was made of light and I that my naked body could flutter through the particles of glass and out into the night’s sky. Never have I felt so free, so full and so loved.

I woke up dressed in a car. I was on a back seat laughing and Sam was driving. Pete was telling me it was time to sober up and go home. They showed me films of myself on their phones and cameras.

Things I have no memory of doing. I was screaming for cock. I was waving my arms around like a freak, telling them to fill my mouth with more piss. I was possessed.

I didn’t care the pain or how often I had been fucked. I just wanted more. My body hurt. I was empty and dry. Pete gave me bottled water and told me to drink from it. I sat outside the place where Pete had first picked me up for maybe a half hour, until they let me go. I walked to our block of flats. Unsteady on my feet, my head buzzing. I sat on the edge of the pavement and stared into the dark, black clouds. I waved at traffic a few times until I decided it wasn't getting any warmer so it was time to go home.

I got into the warm home and managed to sneak back into my bedroom. I lay on the bed. Exhausted, I reached down and realised my underwear had gone. Lost or taken as a trophy.

I've seen Pete a few times since. In toilets or at his place. But nothing will ever match up to that day in the apartment that danced with sex.

Catch you later XXXX.  

My Water Sports Holiday

On my summer holiday last year I discovered that quite near the hotel was a park that was used for cruising. I’d looked up places online before going away like I always do. Just to see if there are toilets or areas where I can get dick and where I can get my hole used.

I, as always, took my old beat up shitty laptop with me. The one with the broken cam and the mic that makes me sound like Mickey Mouse. My mum bought it for me cheap years ago. I used to use it for Skype back in the days when I really shouldn’t have been doing that. Sadly those days came to an end when my little brother was carrying the laptop from his room and by accident smashed it into the door frame of my room. Cracking the camera and ending my time showing myself off to anyone who cared to see a young teenage boy abuse his own body.

At the hotel I would sit in the quiet room downstairs on my laptop and see who was going to go to the cruising park that night. I was sharing a room with my little bro as usual, so I would sneak out after he fell asleep.

It was a five minute walk up the hill to the park. And it was a typical chilly summer night. I wore my shorts, shirt and jumper I had worn that day.

When I got to the park it was in near total darkness. There were lights on the main pathways but the rest was totally dark. I went up into a wooded area and sat on a bench. A guy online had told me you did this and waited there. He told me you could go to a wood further up the path, into a cave near the rocks or behind the toilet block down near the entrance of the park.

Two guys walked passed me and looked back at me as they went around the corner back down into the light. Both in their early 40s, they were strong looking men.

Ten minutes passed and I was thinking the shorts had been a bad idea. The moon came from behind some clouds and I could see further into the woods from it’s full light. There was a guy stood watching me from behind one of the larger trees. He saw that I had spotted him and suddenly walked down the slope and passed me. I thought I would be here all night if people just kept walking away from  me so I followed him down the path back towards the toilet block.

He waited a couple of times, looked back behind him and making sure I was still following him, carried on. At the toilet block he darted quickly behind it when a car drove passed on the main road to the park. I followed him after the car had driven away. He stood there leaning against the back wall of the toilets. There was a thin gap behind the toilet wall and a built up wall that was a sloping path up into the park. He reached for me and grabbed at my jumper. He was rough and knew what he wanted. He snatched at my shorts and jerked them down, his long fingers finding their way between my buttocks and into my hole.

He asked what I liked, so I told him, I like getting fucked and sucking dick. He asked if I had any rubbers. I told him I didn’t so he said it would just be a suck then. He pushed me down by the shoulders and forced his dick into my mouth.

After a few minutes of his dick flitting in and out of my mouth he came, in huge fat globs over my face. He zipped himself up and didn’t say another word and left. Sometimes I like it like that. Just to be used and left.

I stood for a while watching the clouds drift over the moon and wondered if that was going to be it for that night. I thought I would leave the park by the back exit. So I went back up to go over the Bowling Green and down the back road to the side of our hotel. I walked up the path and it lead me back to the area in front of the bench. Now sat on it was the two guys from before. I walked up and could hear them both clanging bottles from a plastic bag. As I walked closer one stood up and placed himself in my path. For a moment I was scared that they were drunk and knowing the park was used for cruising were going to bash the poor little queer who was walking around after having sucked a stranger’s dick.

But the taller of the two spoke to me and asked if I wanted a beer. I thought bashers wouldn’t waste beer on a victim so I told them yeah and sat down between them on the bench. They asked what I was looking for out there in the middle of the night. Still a little jumpy and unsure how this was going to go I answered that I was just looking around because I’d been told it was the place to come. The taller of the two said it was the best place alright; he placed his hand down between my legs and rubbed my inner thigh. Thank fuck I thought they want my butt and not to bash me.

The shorter guy moved closer to me and started to kiss my neck and pulled my jumper and shirt up and began to smooth his hand over my chest, until he found my tiny cold bullet nipples and commenced to pinch them tightly.

This made me hard again. The tall guy pushed his hand down into my shorts and took my dick out and leaning down he swallowed it hungrily.

Anyone who knows me knows that if any man touched my neck they can do whatever the fuck they like with me. The short guy was kissing and licking my neck, lifting my shirt and jumper up over my head and to the back of my neck. He went down and did the same licking, kissing and now sucking to my pebble hard nipples.

The taller asked if I wanted to go into the woods. I told him yes. So they lead me by the hands into the woods. There was an area far back with a log stump and a circle of trees. The taller got down to sucking my dick and pulling my shorts fully down to the ground until I thought I might as well get out of them. So I stepped out of them and kicked them to the base of a tree. I preyed I remembered where they were later, because I couldn’t walk back into the hotel bottomless.

The shorter guy took my shirt and jumper off me and it landed in the same place. I stood naked in the moonlight, as the taller bend me over and began to give my butthole a good tonguing. The shorter was very into kissing me; he then grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my mouth down onto his cock.

The taller was spreading my cheeks so he could get his tongue fully up inside my brown rosebud hole.

After a while he stood up. My hole must have been very wet by now and I thought he was just going to push himself into me and start the fucking. But he asked what I was into. I told him getting fucking and sucking dick; he asked what else I liked. I listed off anything I had ever done and enjoyed. I went as far back as when I was 14 and had tried piss play for the first time.

He told me to remove my shoes, so I did and placed them with my clothes. They both got another bottle from the bag and got me to knee down facing them.

The taller started first, he let out a full blast of piss down my chest and after I opened my mouth he aimed for my face. I drank down as much as I could.

A year before at a party when I was very drunk and high a friend dared me to piss into a glass and drink it. I did and then four other lads dared me to drink theirs. I told them I would for a pound each. And with my friend’s piss joining the others I made five pounds. I also enjoyed seeing these straight lads taking their dicks out in front of me so I could drink down their piss. It was easy money.

The shorter let rip over my bum and back, I arched my back so it would flow down better and gather in my butt crack. The shorter kneel down in the now wet mud and stuck his dick fully up inside my piss wet asshole.

After a few seconds of thrusting he pissed again. But this time while still inside my hole. It dripped out of me and washed down my legs. The taller was squirting into my mouth and I was drinking it down.

I was being a very good boy for both of them. Then with my hands and knees in the pissy mud they took turns to fuck me. Sometimes stopping to piss a little more over my face or back.

The shorter one came first up into my bum, I puckered my hole and kept it in as the taller took his turn and filled me with his cream, fucking his partners juice further up into my tube.

They both dressed and I lay there flat and used in the mud. The taller told me how much he had enjoyed himself and that we should do it again the next night. I agreed, they asked if I would be OK getting back into town I told them I would be alright. I waited a while. Lying naked on the wet ground, jizz and cooling piss dripping between my buttocks, looking up into the clear night’s sky, watching the stars blinking at me. Tonight was a good night to be alive.

I walked down to the park’s drinking fountain and washed myself up a little. I dressed and walked back down the hill to the hotel. I snuck in and without waking my brother I climbed naked into bed.

The next night I waited until my brother was asleep and climbed the hill once again, for another night of strong bare fucks and water sports. They did not disappoint me.

Catch you later XXXX

My Fuckbud Ex

I wasn’t sure what to write about this week, but then somebody asked me if I had ever had a long term boyfriend. The answer is yes, his name is Karl and he is my ex, sort of. My 100% broke up with boyfriend, who I still have sex with.

But we are friends still, and it was totally my fault that we broke up. But before I get to that maybe I should tell you a little about him and how we met.

Karl went to the same school as me and was in the year below me. I think I first saw him when I was 14 but I can’t 100% say if that is true. I had seen him around school a couple of times and liked what I saw. A tall, kind of blond, white guy with an evil smile. This is honestly how we met; I was in the boys toilets. I was stood at the urinals and I was making piss balloons. For those who don’t know what that is, because maybe you don’t have a foreskin, its when you hold the end of your foreskin and piss and hold the piss inside your foreskin for as long as you can until it is too full and it bursts.

You sometimes end up with pissy fingers but it’s a good way of washing your cock head if you have been thinking about boys all time and your cock head is sticky. Glad I can help.

I was stood there and doing this over and over until I ran out of piss. I can sometimes be in a world of my own and I didn’t realise anyone had come into the toilets. Karl was stood looking at me with a look of “what the fuck are you doing with your dick” on his handsome face. He finished up and I was too embarrassed to move, I just stood there with my dick still in my hand. He washed his hands and then came back to the side of me and took out a really battered tiny note book from his pocket and wrote in it “what are you doing?”

Karl is 100% deaf and kind of mute. This I didn’t know at the time. But I later found out he would have to write down what he wanted to say in his note book and show it people. His speaking voice isn’t great, it’s just noise. He can lip read. Again, this I didn’t know so I took the book off him and wrote “I’m making piss balloons”. At this he nearly wet himself laughing at me.

Of course I didn’t know he could lip read. I just thought I would have to write in the book. He left and that was our first meeting. I became obsessed with him. How did he live his life like that? I started to follow him around and I bombarded him with questions. Over the next few weeks I started to realise he had two note books. A black one that had school stuff in and the red one, which he used when he was talking to his friends and me. I must have driven him crazy, asking him question after question and following him around every break time.

Of course I followed him into the toilets loads of times and I would stand back and let him do his thing if I didn’t need to go. I would sometimes sit in one of the cubicles on the toilet lid with the door open and wait for him, so it didn’t look weird that I was staring at the back of his head and trying to sneak a peak of his dick. But he caught me looking and my face must have gone red. Well as red as it can go.

He wrote in the red note book “where u trying 2 look at my dick??” I froze but I’m stupid and I just nodded and gave him my best biggest smile as if I was joking around with him. He pushed into the cubical and closed the door behind him. What the hell was happening? Was I going to get beaten up? We all wore the same uniform and he undid his tight black trousers and just dropped them to the floor and wrote “u have 1 minute to look then it’s going away”. I could feel my heart beating in my ears. That was one fucking amazing looking dick. Long and beefy. It’s as if whoever made him made up for his lack of hearing by giving him a really enormous dick. Like I said I’m stupid so rather than just look I held my hand out for it. He looked me in the eye and stepped forward. I held his dick in the palm of my hand and it was so warm and so beautiful. I reached forward and grabbed his now fully hard dick I pushed it greedily into my mouth. I later found out this was the first time he had ever done anything like this with a boy. He was quick to cum, and I swallowed it down like the good boy I’ve been taught to be.

This started a relationship that lasted the rest of our high school lives. Most days we would sneak off and meet near the toilets and I would gobble him down but in the last year of school it turned into full sex.

The trouble was he never knew how much noise he was making so it was so dangerous. The upper school boy’s toilets were near the office of the school nurse and the head of upper school. So loads of times I thought the door was going to get kicked in and I would be dragged away with my trousers still down and a trail of Karl’s jizz rolling down the back of my legs.

Did I mention I’m stupid? At a house party in the last few months of school I got incredibly drunk and high. I met a much older lad who I went into a bedroom with. And I was down sucking him off; I didn’t know one of the lads in my year knew him. He filmed it on his phone from the open doorway. The next week it was all around school. It, of course, got back to Karl. I had been stupid and been with loads of guys in the park toilets and other places behind his back but here was the proof.

He dumped me. He wrote me a letter that was so brutal that after I read it I ran to the top of our tower block and tried to open the window to jump out. But the building caretakers must know that idiots like me would try this and they have painted them all shut.

After school I didn’t see him again. Until last year, at a party, a female friend told me Karl was coming to it. I thought of leaving but I was a tiny bit drunk and I stayed. We ended up talking. And then later he walked/carried me home. We sat in the doorway to my block for hours until the sun came up, just talking. Yes, talking. He now has a phone type thing. He types into it and it speaks for him. He bought it with his first wages from the job he has. He does something with computers that is totally beyond my knowledge. We spoke about how at the time of our break up he hated being in a relationship and sharing me with other guys. But he then told me about a guy he had seen for a few months who had taken him to an orgy a few cities away from us. He fucked nine lads that night and loved it. But he had been quite high at the time.

We kissed and I went home and he walked to the other side of our estate to his home. We started to see each other as friends. And then a few weeks later I met him alone at my house. I was playing around with the sound of his phone and making it shout dirty things. I was running the battery down so he was trying to wrestle it off me. I kissed him. He kissed me back and then I just rolled over under him and rubbed my butt on his dick area.  He tore my jeans down. He pounded me so hard that day. All his anger for me just came out of his dick.

It was so excellent. I still see him from time to time and if I’m home alone or it’s just my little brother that is home we go into my bedroom and fuck like bunnies.

Catch you later. X

Keeping it in the Family

Roughly two years ago I met an Asian guy in the toilets in the park. His name was Tariq and he was early twenties. He was stood at the wall pissing and I stood two steps away from him and he looked. Love it when they don’t care and just look. Not the side of the eye thing most guys do, but a full on look down at my dick.

Toilets always turn me on anyway so I was banging a semi around in my joggers and no underwear on the walk through the park. Nobody else around so I began to slowly rub my prick harder. He seemed to like the look of it and he became firm himself.

He stood back and walked into a cubical and left the door slightly open, I followed him in. We kissed and then he bent over to suck me off, he was good, his tongue fully worked my shaft and had me jizzing my load quickly, which he swallowed down. I thought that was the end of the fun but he turned me to face the wall and ran his fingers over my buttocks and into my crack. Rubbing my rosebud hole. He wiped his precum over his fingers and smeared it into my butthole.

Then he pushed his cock into me. Long and meaty, it filled my anal walls and pushed them out. I felt it fully rubbing in and out of my back passage. It was glorious. He fired a big load of cum deep into my asshole.

Months later I met another Asian guy in a toilets in a different park. Yes, I do go looking for toilets whenever I’m in another area. He was late teens, just a bit older then me and was called Toshan. We went to a wooded area at the back of the park, well hidden from the main paths and by the looks of all the used rubbers and ripped packs of lube; it was a well used fuck-hook place.

Toshan was fucking my asshole fast and rough and I loved it but it started to rain. Lashing it down. Toshan asked if we should stop and I told him to carry on. We were soaked. Afterwards I took his number and we met a few times after that, mostly in the same area. At the time I didn’t drive so Toshan would meet me at a bus stop and we would walk to a quiet area and he would roughly fuck me.

A year after our first meeting Toshan messaged me and wondered if I would be interested in meeting up with him and a friend of his. Of course I would. As if I was going to turn down a double dicking. Toshan met me at the bus stop again and we walked to a very run down house at the back of the poorer estate. He said it was his granddad’s house and he was looking after his granddad who had had a stroke. His granddad couldn’t get up the stairs anymore and Toshan was sleeping in a back bedroom. We went passed the door into the front room where his granddad was and by the looks of him half dead. He didn’t know anyone was there. We went up the stairs passing family photos and I thought I knew a couple of them from around the estate but I wasn’t sure.

Toshan messaged his mate to come over and we got on the bed. I had my joggers fully down around my ankles and was just sitting on the edge of the bed kissing Toshan when his phone rang to tell him his mate was at the front door. He left me and I took off my t-shirt and lay back. Toshan came back up and in walks Tariq. It took me a couple of minutes to remember him. But I asked if he remembered fucking me in the park toilets near our local shops. He said he did, but I’m not sure if he did or not.

They were both down on my cock sucking neither side and kissing each other over my cockhead when I worked it out. Tariq was the guy from the family photos. So since I’m such a big mouth I just asked them. “Are you related?” I asked.

They both looked at each other and “erm-ed” a bit and then Toshan said yes they were cousins.

My balls tightened so much when I heard that. Then they took turns in making me their bitch.

Tariq was slightly more bottom then Toshan so he was fucked as well. We lay on the bed with Tariq sucking my dick as he was taking it from behind by his cousin. They then double teamed me the same way. My holes were full of their jizz at the end of it all. Sadly it was then home time. I had to get back before I was missed from home.

I’ve seen Toshan a few times since in his granddad’s house. Only seem Tariq a couple of times more at the toilets in the park.

Catch you later.

Fucked at the Mall

Before Christmas I went to the mall. I swear it was a day when dick was the farthest thing from my mind. I had to do my shopping, as I was so behind. After I had my lunch in the food court I had to piss. I’d asked the girl behind the counter for a drink without ice but the moody cow give me ice anyway. This means it chilled straight down to my bladder.

I was stood at the urinals, minding my own business. Titting about on my mobile. I didn’t notice who was in there with me. It’s a long straight room so I had gone right down to the other end for my piss.

Then I noticed a shadow on the wall meaning someone was stood quite close to me.

I looked out of the corner of my eye and looked down at the guy’s dick. Force of habit.

He was a 6ft tall black guy with a massive semi hard slong in his hand. And he was rubbing that fuckstick. He meant business. And since I had been stood there quite a while with my dick out he must have thought I was looking for a cock.

So even when I’m not really looking for dick, dick finds me. Lucky me. I looked up the other end of the room; there were a few guys but far away from us.

I stood back to let him get a look at my own dick, which by now was getting harder and harder by the second. It doesn’t take much for me to bone up.

I moved towards one of the cubicles with an open door. The black guy shook his head and whispered I should follow him. For that dick of course I’m going to follow him.

We walked out of the mall and onto the multi-storey car park. We went up a few floors and then down the rows of cars until we were at a battered blue van. He unlocked the back doors and for a moment I was scared. What if he smacked me out and kidnapped me.
He was twice the size of me. He could do me some damage.

I stood back unsure, so he got inside and started to take his dick out again. So I followed him into the back of the van and closed the door behind me. The back windows were tatty two way mirrors.

We could see out but other people couldn’t see in.

I got down to start sucking off his dick but he pushed me away. He didn’t want to waste time getting his cock sucked. He pushed me face down and yanked down the back of my jeans.

I stuck my butt up into the air like the good little doggy boy I am. His face jammed roughly into my butthole. He was eating me out as if my rosebud hole was made of ice cream.

I was wet enough for his needs so he started to fuck me. Banging into me bare and fucking rock solid hard. It was a fucking huge prick and he didn’t care if I was getting any pleasure at all.

It was all about his needs.

Then the verbal abuse started, at first it was in a low voice calling me a dirty faggot. But it built up. Until he was fucking me and roaring in my ear what a scummy dirty vile little cunt I was. Made me so hard, I tried a couple of times to get my hand under me to jerk off but he held my hands over my hand.

I wasn’t going to be allowed to have any pleasure from this. It was all about him and his desires.

Quite right too. He was the man after all; I was just the dirty fuck toy faggot slut.

Moments later he was slamming into me. Harsh blows to my butt, the sound of our skin slapping together bounced off the metal walls of the van. Families walked passed the van windows, so close. Unaware of the brutal gay fuck fest that was happening within. They would be sickened and shocked to see a teenage boy so abused in such a public place. It turned me on so much. Seeing their faces pass the window. They will never know.

He came and filled my guts with his seed. He pulled out and pushed my body away, he was done.

I thanked him; he shot me a look of absolute disgust and didn’t say a word. I was beneath him.

I left the van and returned to the toilets to finger out the cum, taste it and jerk off.

Happy Christmas to me.

Catch you later.