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*************************************************************** I am a toy, his toy.

At first I fought that realization -- the realization that I was Bob's sex toy. He would use me or not use me, in whatever way he wished. At first, as I felt myself getting pulled into the whole process, I tried to fight it. But I soon realized that I couldn't fight it. His power simply over-whelmed me. Not just physically, but emotionally. The first time he touched, I loved it. I loved when he grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth to his cock. It was almost rape, but as he used me, I came.

Even more shocking -- until that point, I hadn't even considered myself gay. But, as he stood in front of me, naked with the head of his cock right in front of me, at face level, he looked so good. His cock bounced with each breath he took. It mesmerized me to such an extent -- maybe I was gay. Maybe it went further. Maybe, just maybe, I was a slut, a total, submissive, cock loving whore.

Since the very first time he used me and forced himself onto and into me, I have been addicted to his cock. The excitement of seeing my man, naked with his cock up and hard. The way he puts his cock in my mouth, making me take it. The chills that surge through my body as he makes me open wide and I give my mouth to him. I love the feel of his hard shaft, covered in that velvety skin. The way he grabs my head and begins to pump, it all drives me crazy with raw lust.

Disclaimer and stuff: Don't read this story if it is illegal for you to do so wherever you live. If gay sex, offends you, this story is not for you. The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, you should. This story contains explicit sex between minors, in the real world minors don't have sex. I think that covers it all!

Please don't distribute this story or post it elsewhere without my permission. I'll likely grant it but I need to know where this thing is going ! :)

Pre-amble: The first installment of this story is mostly background stuff. There is some sex, but I don't go into much detail. Much of this story is based on reality, though names have been changed to protect the innocent. Fact and fiction however, blur often in this story. Many of the experiences I describe happened exactly as I wrote them. Others are simply what could have been, or alternate endings to events in my life that my dark depraved self wishes had gone differently. Most of the really wild stuff is pure fantasy, with only a trace of truth but what's hotter than a fantasy right?

This story details events through my life from the time I was 13 right up until the present. Everything but the sex stuff and events relating to the sex stuff is true. The first few installations will deal mostly with high school, the last few with college. If you want to know where reality and fantasy meet you can ask me :)

All the usual disclaimers apply...

Young Tony Girardi wasn't the brightest guy in the world.But if you were he, you probably wouldn't be either.At 21, this cocky Italian kid from Brooklyn was a stud baseball player for as long as he could remember.Now standing 6'0, 200 lbs. of solid muscle, he was the star catcher for a big midwestern college.He certainly wouldn't have gotten into college on his grades alone.Tony always concentrated on baseball, well, baseball and fucking every chick he could get his big Italian cock into.

On this particularly hot summer day, Tony had just got done with baseball practice when his coach told him that he had to drive crosstown to get his yearly physical because the regular team physician was out sick.It took Tony forever to find a parking spot, and on top of that, he had a date with the babe who was tutoring him so he could stay on the team."Tonight's the night I'm gonna bag that one," he thought.

It was 6:05 PM and Tony thought he was going to miss his appointment, but as luck would have it, the receptionist was leaving as Tony arrived."The doctor's in the back room waiting for you.Just lock this door behind you when you go in," she said.And that's just what Tony did.

Tony walked down the long, dark corridor towards the only lighted room he could see.There the doctor was waiting for him.Dr. Bruce Slater was the sort of guy that looked like the Marlboro Man in a lab coat.6'2, 240 lbs. ruggedly tan and mustached, Dr. Slater spent as much time on his farm as he did in his medical practice.

The second guy I was ever with was in college also.The second time was with the first guy and so were several others.But the second guy was one I met in one of my classes.We were about the same age and had a project paper top work on so we decided to study together at his apartment since it was quieter and we could drink beer there.He had a really nice place for a college student, when I got there he was in a tank top and shorts he said because the air conditioning quit and it really was hot in there.We started studying and immediately drinking several cold ones to keep cool of course, and proceeded to kill more brain cells than build new ones.

After a while we decided to drink instead of study and that brought out the vodka and shot glasses.We played a dice game that made us drink a lot reallyfast and thus became quite intoxicated.After several shots he` said he was really hot and needed to take off his shirt. He suggested I get comfortable too, so I stripped down to my shorts and we went to watch tv and drink more.As we sat drinking he said he had seen me at the adult bookstore.I was kin of embarrassed at having been seen but then he said he and seen me leave a booth with a guy behind me and said he liked guys too.

Well under the influence, I reached over and put my hand on his leg.He moved over and did the same then reached in for a kiss.We made out for a while, pulling off what remaining clothes we had on and it did not take long to be grabbing cocks and being very hard.

Amir was sitting on the sofa with the front of his white t-shirt pulled up and hooked behind his neck.This showed off his well developed pecs and tight abs.His dark nipples, about the size of quarters, were hard and he arched his back as the feelings from his cock raced up his spine.He had kicked off his shorts before he sat down, so they were halfway across the room on the floor.Will was on his knees between Amir's spread legs with his lips wrapped around Amir's thick cock, working his mouth up and down the shaft.Will could taste Amir's salty precum as he pulled his mouth up and lapped at the head of the throbbing prick.He was running his hands over Amir's chest, feeling his muscles, moving to his arms to squeeze his large biceps and felt Amir's whole body twitch as he ran his tongue across the sensitive head.Will tilted his head back so that he could look up and see Amir's reaction to the blow job he was giving him.

Amir had his head thrown back and was moaning softly, the deep sound seeming to come from his chest rather than his throat.Amir's chest rose and fell as he sucked in deep breaths, clearly reacting to Will's tongue and lips on his throbbing member.Will liked the smoothness of Amir's chest and body.He only had hair under his arms, on his shins and in a line running down from his navel which spread out around his cock.Unlike other men of middle eastern blood, Amir wasn't very hairy, at least not yet.With Amir being only nineteen, Will knew that could change.Will had some blond hair across his chest, most of which had begun appearing in the last couple of years.He was twenty-four now, about five years older than the dark complected stud he was sucking and knew a lot of physical changes could happen as Amir entered his twenties.

This story is a work of fiction and contains scenes of gay sex between that of consenting adults.If you find this offensive, are under the age of 18, it is illegal wherever you are to read this, stop now.Leave this site. You have been warned. This work of fiction is property of myself and may not be copied or used in any way without my express consent.All persons in this series are fictional and not real people living or dead.

Brock was a pitcher on his college team.It was a Division I School that was at top or near the top of their league every season.They were your perennial powerhouse in college baseball but not on the scale of Texas or the Florida schools.The team was your basic midmajor power that on any given night could beat one of the top ranked schools in the country. Brock had worked his way into being the closer of the team in only his sophomore year.He was left handed with a 90 plus mile an hour fastball and a decent slider and changeup. Scouts were starting to take notice of him and even had a few talks with him about being drafted in his junior year as left handed pitchers were a prize.

Then the worst possible thing could have happened to him.As he was fielding a bunt late in the spring as the season was winding down, he caught his spikes in the turf.He knew it as soon as he went down.He had basically torn up his knee.He lay in pain on the field for a few minutes until two of his fellow pitchers carried him off.His season was finished and possibly the chance to be drafted next spring.It did require major knee surgery in the next week after the swelling went down.He was told he might be able to come back in the middle of the year if all went well in his rehab.Brock was devastated by the injury for himself and for his team as he had 20 saves on the year and knew the team needed him in the upcoming NCAA tourney.

The vehicle moved sluggishly though the night jostling the sixteen men packed into the small army transport. I had my head pressed against the window, eyes unfocused and watching the white line painted on the road streak past; First closer and then away from the spinning wheels. I followed the line wondering where it would lead me.

Every now and then I would tear my gaze away from that line. From the back of the bus I could see the outline of a very familiar set of shoulders.

Jay used to be a close friend of mine. We knew each other intimately. I met him in the oddest of circumstances. In our high school years I inadvertently stumbled upon him jerking off in the change rooms. He didn't stop so I just kept watching and from there on in we knew we had something in common. Whilst still in school we never talked about it or indeed at all - just when the opportunity arose like on school camps, or when we were the last two in the gym change rooms we'd jerk off together. It wasn't until we graduated that things really started to happen.

Jay sat far away from me now. Our friendship ended on bad terms. Apart from the initial surprise of seeing each other we didn't talk. In fact he didn't even acknowledge me. Even so it was comforting having something familiar in this most unfamiliar of places.

The rickety bus jerked to an inglorious stop. It was dark now and had just started to rain lightly. Quizzical looks between the men eventually prompted the crew to disembark without command. We grouped under a light post trying to preserve our personal space without being excluded from the small ring of light.

California Boys (B/B)

Wes had already boarded the plane by the time I managed to find my ticket stuffed in the bottom of my carry on. He was going home to his girlfriend, which is all he had talked about at school for weeks.

Cindy this and Cindy that, it was making me sick listening to him mentally jerking off about all the stuff he was planning to do to her. I guess my Spring Break with him was going to be one long lesson in futility, but that was my specialty.

We both went to Mooreland Prep School, a small private institution tucked away in the rural Pennsylvania countryside near...well we really weren't close to any really big cities.

Of the two hundred and some students, about half were boarders representing a diverse cross section of America. This was my third year as a day student and I really appreciated the private school atmosphere, no one disliked me here.

The public schools of Buckland County had been a constant battleground for me because I was different than other boys. Somehow the word had gotten out and by seventh grade everyone knew that Derek Bradford was queer.

I was shoved around and called faggot more often than I care to remember. Eighth grade was a crisis point and I came home once too often with a bloody nose for my parents to ignore my problem anymore.

I wasn't a sissy boy and didn't identify with the image most of my peers had tried to force upon me. But I was gay, oh yes, I had no doubt about that. Maybe it was one of the boys I had played with in the quiet shadows of the old mill, or the boy who spent the weekend in a tent with me up by Cooper's Rock.

Big Molly

By

Little Dan

"Have you reached a verdict?" asked the judge.

"We have, your honor," said the foreman of the jury.

"Proceed," said the judge.

"We, the jury, find the defendant, Harvey Gilfedder, guilty on all counts.

Oh, God!No!Guilty!No!I had spent a fortune to hire the best attorneys and this was the best they could do?Oh, God!No!

"Have you anything to say before I pass sentence?" asked the judge.

Fucking, yes.I had a lot to say.But I couldn't say what I wanted to say in this courtroom with the judge in his fucking formal black robe, and the American flag hanging on the wall next to the ten commandments.

"Get him to postpone the sentencing until next week," I hissed into my lawyer's ear.

My lawyer, Max Morris, looked at me quizzically.

"Get him to postpone the sentencing," I hissed again.

My attorney turned to the judge and relayed my bizarre request. "Your honor, my client requests that you postpone sentencing until next week"

"To what purpose?" asked the judge.

"I have no idea," said my lawyer.

"Very well," said the judge."I suppose there's no harm in postponing the sentencing.The sentencing will take place next Tuesday morning at 9 a.m." With that he slammed down the gavel and everyone got up to leave the courtroom.

I had just been convicted of Bribery.That was my business. Bribery.If you wanted to get something done, you came to me.I knew all the authorities.All the government officials who could make things happen for a price.I could get things done.I was the world's greatest specialist in Bribery, and now they had caught me and convicted me and were about to sentence me to go to the Big House for a long, long time.Fuck.

On my way home from a business trip, I made a stop in a Mississippi college town.I had about 6 hours to go and was trying to stay awake so I stopped at the local Starbucks.Sitting at the table next to me was a hot prep boy from the local college.Looking at him was enough to wake me up -- no caffeine necessary!He was a gorgeous young male specimen -- almost 6 feet tall, a swimmer's build, dark hair, the dreamiest blue eyes, a sexy smile, and wearing a blue shirt that really brought out the color of his eyes.Wow, what I would give to be with him for awhile.I struck up a conversation with him and found out his name is Blake and he is an 18 year old freshman in college.Oh, man, here I am a bi-dad looking for a college son to spend some time with but thought I would never have a chance with this dude because it turns out that I am the same age as his dad.And I have kids close to the age of this hot prep boy.Man, it had been awhile since I had played with another guy, any guy, of any age... and it was really turning me on to think what it would be like fucking around with Blake.Would he be interested in getting with a guy or was he totally straight?And if he was bi or gay, would he be interested in a man my age, someone his dad's age?And if so, then how would this progress?

As I sat there watching him and talking casually with him, my cock began to throb.Man, it really began to do more than just throb -- it began to grow inside my jeans, straining against the material.And then I noticed him watching my crotch -- he was looking at the bulge in my jeans. Hmmmmm, maybe I did have a chance with this young dude!The conversation turned to girlfriends (hmmmm, maybe I didn't have a chance with him).But then he said he had dated girls but really wasn't that interested in being serious with any of them right now -- hmmmm, that might increase my chances with him.So then I decided to get more bold and come right out and ask him if he considered himself to be str8, bi, or gay....And the answer pleased me because he answered that he thought he might be bi.But he didn't really know for sure because he really was a virgin with the girls and had never had an opportunity to play around with guys although he thought he might like doing that.Wow, he was opening up to me and this really could be going somewhere.And yes, he admitted that he would be willing to play around with me even though I am his dad's age -- but he really made my day when he told me that he didn't think I looked that old!

Well Dudes, It has been a while and I have been busy in Washington D. C., keeping you all safe from terrorists.I got my orders in December and am on my way to California in this story.

I'd like to dedicate it to Alex, who has been an inspiration through out.Alex is a hotelier and he is also a great editor and story dude. Thanks Alex.

Of course the story is about Male to Male Sex.If that offends you or it is illegal for you to read that kind of stuff where you are, thenwhat in hell are you doing here anyway?Young Dude just hang in there and come back when you are legal and then whip it out, stroke it and enjoy!

Although my story is about hot sex it does not always indicate that the characters are doing safe sex.The truth is that while the story is 68% true, the dudes really did take precautions and wore condoms.It is just hard to write when you have to put in every sentence that one or the other dude slid a condom over a hot throbbing cock.I'll put in some slipping on condoms in for flavor, but for the most part it will just be raw hot sex!

There is no copy right for my stories.If you want to copy or plagiarize this, go ahead.Who in hell would want to copy write this anyway.

This is a fuck story so unzip let it hang out and enjoy!

One more thing.When I write my stories I usually include a question. This time I'm writing about a trip from Washington D.C. to the West Coast.There are three stops that I write about.The question is that one of the stops didn't happen. The stops were Columbus, Ohio; a stop about 100 miles from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma; andLas Vegas; Nevada. Sorry to disappoint you dudes but one of these places never happened.If you write me at oremond@earthlink.netand tell me which one you think never happened I'll answer and tell you which one and include a list of my Nifty stories and their posting dates.Deal????

**The following is adult erotica. Only 18+ people only. The following contains a true event that took my breath away.**

One of my friends and their boyfriend broke up. The boyfriend, Adam, and I are friends.We hadn't really talked much. I had a huge fantasy about him. I had heard stories of how large his cock was. I wanted to see for myself. I messaged him on yahoo when I found out they had broke up. So we talked and I wanted to go swimming at a family friend's pool that had just opened. So, I invited Adam to come swim with me just the two of us. So the day came that we were going to swim together. We swam for quite a while and then we jumped off the diving board several times. (The people who own the place wasn't there- or so I assumed.) I leaped off and as I began floating to the top, I shoved my shorts off so that I was nude and it looked like an accident. "Opps, my trunks came off." I said with that opps-did-I-do-that tone. "Oh well, I feel free!!!"I swam around the pool merrily. Adam said, "Don't be jumpin off the diving board now." I swam over to him and wrapped my arms across his chest and wrap my legs acrose his waist so the my now hardening cock would rub against his back. He protested lightly. He struggle out of the pool. And after about 30 seconds, I did it again. I began to hump his back. "You like that, do I make you horny?" I asked teasily, "Let's see." I reached my hand down to his crotch and began to play with it. It was semi-hard. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna end up tellin you to keep goin." Adam said. This was my chance.I got his cock hard. "Ooo, let me get a better feel of it." I said. I pulled his waistband down exposing his cock. I wasn't able to see it just now. I began to jerk his hard cock. He then reached back and began to stroke my hard cock also. This went on for a couple of minutes. "You want to get out and do this?" Adam asked. "Sure." We got out of the pool. Him with a hard-on leading the way behind some bushes. I drove for my trunks that has sunk to the bottom of the shallow end. I hastily made my way to where he was. I pulled out my cock, and he did his. I stared at it for a while. Is this really happening? Boy, I didn't really expect this. His cock is so beautiful. He had dark pubes everywhere and so much of it. I only have my ball sac. His cock was big. I am 16 and he is 18. I grabbed it, and began to jerk it. "Suck it, Dusty." He said. "You want me to suck it?" "I'll suck yours if you suck mine." With that I dropped to my knees and eagerly took his cock into my mouth. Oh it felt so good. He was moaning, as was I. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. Deep-throating it a few times. I could do this forever. I grabbed his hairy balls and took them into my mouth. "Ok, lay down, your turn." I wanted to keep sucking his cock. But I layed down instead. He grabbed my cock and took it into his mouth, working his head up and down my pole. He jerked it off and sucked it at the same time. I moaned with enjoyment. "Tell me when you're going to cum." He said. "Yeah." I moaned. "You like this?" "Oh yeah, ... Do you?" He took his mouth off my cock and said, "Yeah." And went back to work. I forced him to stopped sucking my cock, I wanted his back in my mouth. I sucked, and bobbed my mouth all over his big cock. "Oh, Dusty, I'm bout to cum...oh yeah, here it comes." I continued to suck. I felt his warm cum slide into my mouth. I loved the way it tasted. I sucked for a little while longer, to make sure I had all the cum he was going to give me. I laid back to let him devour me. I never thought him to be gay, but I did think he had a gay bone in his body. The sight of my cock in his mouth was breath taking. He sucked on me for a little while, before long I was groaning, "Here I come." I sucked harder and my cum flowed into his mouth. He ate it. Wow, he just ate my cum. And he liked it! "That was nice." "Yeah." We threw our shorts back on and went swimming again.

So there I was at the AA Meat Market in Chicago. It was a hardcore leather bar with an enforced dress code, and I had no leather. Damn! Fortunately the management made exceptions for hot guys who were willing to walk around in nothing but their undershorts and shoes. I was a hot guy and certainly willing to strip down to my white briefs if that's what it took to gain entry. Hell, I would have walked around in nothing but my black boots if that's what it took.

I gave my clothes to the bartender, kept my wallet in my hand and began making my way through the very warm and crowded bar. A long bar sat several men who one by one checked me out. I was flattered by the compliments, but scared when one man gently cupped my balls and felt my ball sac tenderly. It was so packed, I couldn't advance any further. So he got to cop a feel longer than I normally would have let him. But I had no choice. It was at that moment I realized I was at his mercy. If he had squeezed any tighter and hurt me, there would have been nothing I could do except yelp or whine like a baby--which I sure as hell was not going to do. But, oddly, the fear subsided and I realized I rather liked not being in control. I liked his having control over me.

The crowd starting moving again so I moved along with them. I was headed to the back. I had heard that there was a dark room in the back where all sorts of sex took place. Kinky sex. I wandered around and stopped at the back bar and ordered a beer. I caught glance of a leather guy walking out through a door. He wasn't an employee so I knew that was the place. I took a few gulps of beer, walked to the door, and went in.

This story is fictional.

I walked swiftly out of the house, slamming the door behind me. How could he make me do this? It was stupid! My footsteps slapped against the pavement angrily as I walked to an unknown destination. I just wanted to get away from the house, away from him.

So I guess I should tell you about myself? Well, my name is Chris Mariott. I'm 16 years old, about 6'4 and about average weight. I'm in grade 11, I play baseball and hockey. I'm not amazing at the sports I play, but they kept me in shape. I'm not the smartest either, but I am by no means stupid. I'm not the most popular, but I have a large group of friends. So overall, I guess you could call me average. Except for one thing...which you will hear about later.

Anyway, I bet you're wondering why I was so angry. My dad just told me to get a job! Now, I know what your thinking: "Chris is overeacting!" And I would agree with you completely if it weren't for a past incident. Okay, so I already had a job before. I was working at Macdonalds (I know, how stereotypical). Everything was going great. I learned everything quickly, I got paid every two weeks, and my fellow employees were so nice! So nice, actually. The manager, Katie, was usually working when I was so we knew each other. Well, one day my dad was picking me up from work and Katie talked to him for a few minutes. That night, my dad left to 'go for a drive' that night. He got back late and my mom was already in bed. I had gone back to Macdonalds with some friends while my dad was gone. I knew Katie was working and I wanted to book some days off. I got there, and Sandra (fellow employee) told me Katie had left...with my dad! So, of course, my dad slept with her, but when he got home he told me how bad he felt and said he would break it off with her. I was relieved. But, as a result, Katie fired me, blaming me for my dad's actions! So now, hopefully you understand why it is so infuriating when he tells me to get a job, I had one, if only he hadn't fucked and dumped the manager!