(M/M, first time, reluctant,
oral, anal)
Streets were not a safe place to walk after midnight, especially in big cities
like Los Angeles. But a young guy was seen standing facing the wall in a
deserted alley.
After reassuring that no one was watching, George took out his phallus and began
pissing. There was hardly any light in that alley except the moonlight.
That young Caucasian guy sprayed out his piss peacefully against the
wall as he drained his bladder. He was still in his early 20s, looking
fresh and hot. But suddenly, a Hispanic man in his 30s approached him and stood next to
him. That man seemed rather frightening. From his clothes, George guessed that
he must have been a thug who liked to hold up innocent guys like him.
Instinctively. George wanted to move out but he did not want to offend that man.
Relaxedly, the thug pulled out his cut schlong and started to urinate. Although
it was rather dark, George could see that the cock was erected, throbbing hard
as it sprayed out its urine. George's heart beat fast as worrying thoughts
slipped into his mind.
The man kept looking at him with a weird look. "Nice schlong, gringo. I bet you get hard
all the time, right?" The thug opened the conversation first. His deep voice
sounded very authoritative and masculine. Sizing George up with his eyes, the
thug gave him a lewd smile. George was definitely his type for he liked to fuck
young male adults. "You're quite sexy," he whispered, leaning towards
George. George
was not gay, thus he was frightened at the thug. After finishing peeing, he
quickly out his limp tool back butt he thug held his arm. "Not so fast, kiddo."
Roughly, he twisted George's arm and immobilized him.
Groaning in pain, George pleaded, "Please let me go. Don't harm me." His voice
was trembling in fear for his safety. His wet schlong swayed up and down,
shaking off the remains of the piss. "Don't hurt me," he begged again. Being
scared, the young man forced himself to look up at the thug's face. And all he
saw was lust. As he looked at the man's face more closely, he spotted a scar
running down his right cheek. Shuddering in fear, George tried to break himself
free. But the thug's grip was too tight. "Let me go."
"Relax, kid. And I won't hurt you. Just do as I say, and you'll be fine," he
whispered as he finished peeing. But the thug did not zip up, instead he let his
hard tool sway about. Pulling George close to him, he lewdly rubbed his cock
against George's. "Do you feel my cock, huh? It's so hard and it begs to be
pleased." the thug whispered at his ear. George looked down and felt that cock
brushed against his limp one. Being straight, the idea of having gay sex sounded
very gross to him but he could not escape. George's mercy was at the thug's
hand. "Come on, let me see your cock get hard. Make it as hard as mine, come on,
kiddo," the thug demanded. To emphasize that he was not joking, the thug
squeezed at George' flaccid phallus, crushing it in his palm. Groaning
painfully, George finally got the idea. "Good, now, make your schlong hard. I
wanna see," the thug said, letting the limp cock go. But he still grabbed
George's arm securely.
Groggily, George closed his eyes and forced himself to picture a sexy girl in
his mind. But no matter how hard he tried, he failed to wake his tool up.
Mainly, it was because he was in deep fear. "I'm sorry, I can't. I can't get
hard," George said, frightened. His cock still hung out limply.
"Well, then you need serious help," the thug commented. With his free hand, he
unsnapped the button of George's trousers. Jerking them, he slid them down to
the ankles. A horny view of George's cock, sticking out the briefs, excited him
very much. "Oh yeah, my kind of cock." With that, he suddenly knelt down and
took a firm grab at George's schlong. Roughly, the other hand was freeing that
cock from the briefs. "Oh, what a wonderful cock," he breathed, taking a closer
look at the limp meat. The glistening reddish cock head looked very tempting.
"But first, I'm gonna get it hard and ready," the thug whispered, grinning
lewdly at George. Grasping the rod at the shaft, that man began stroking it to
life. At first, the cock gave no response. But the thug had his own way. He
rested his other hand onto George's ass.
Feeling the thug's hand on his ass made George nervous. Although he was not gay,
he knew all kinds of shit that gay men did to one another. He could only imagine
that the thug would penetrate his ass. And he had guessed it correctly. The
handsome young man groaned when there was an intrusion at his ass hole. The
thug's finger suddenly jabbed itself in, without any lube. It was just a finger,
smaller in size compared to a chopper, but it was enough to sent George
screaming. "It hurts! Take it out." The young man writhed and tried to break
free, but the thug got a hold on his prong. Thus, he could only yelp and bore
the pain.
"Relax, it's only my finger," the thug responded. The more George groan, the
more excited the thug became. His hard chopper had already dropped precum,
aroused seeing George's contorted face. "Yeah, I'm finger-fuck you." The fuck
treatment seemed to work as George's limp peter slowly inflated and hardened.
"Oh yeah, it's getting hard. You do like getting fucked, huh?" Pushing his
finger deeper, the thug rubbed it against George's rectum. It sent George
groaning for more. "Yeah, you do like it. Groan and scream as much as you want.
No one can hear you. Oh, you're mine." Looking up at George, the thug felt very
annoyed because he could see George's chest. "Take off your T-shirt. Let me see
your chest. Come on," the thug demanded. "I'll break your dick if you didn't
comply," he threatened, gripping the prick tighter.
Having no choice, George took off his T-shirt and threw it down. His naked body
was exposed for the thug's perverted pleasure. The young man did not like to
work out but he possessed a delightful body. He was neither thin nor fat, very
proportionally built. His chest was somewhat full, adorned with two pointy brown
nipples. There was certainly no six-pack stomach, but at least George's stomach
was rather sexily flat. But it was enough to fuel up the thug's desire to fuck
him. Groggily, George kept groaning as the intrusion in his ass resumed.
Realizing that he sported a hard-on, George was baffled why his manhood suddenly
got hard. It should not have happened. Squirming, he forced himself to enjoy it.
A globule of clear precum oozed out of the slit.
"Yeah, you're hot. You're so damn turned on," the thug laughed happily,
satisfied with his own work. Leaning forward, he licked off the precum. "It's
very yummy." The more he looked at the cock, the more he got excited.
George's
cut cock helmet throbbed in his palm, waiting to be pleased. The purplish veins
underneath the cock shaft seemed to throb along the shaft. Parting his lips, the
thug suddenly brought that manhood into his hungry mouth. As the tip touched his
tongue, he quickly sealed up the shaft with his lips, taking hold of George's
rod in his mouth. Driven by lust, the thug sucked and licked the tip of that
cock. Twirling at the head, he coaxed more precum to flow out.
George groaned out his surprise and delight. It was the first time ever that
someone sucked his prong. The sensation between getting finger-fucked and sucked
merged into an unspeakable rapture. "Suck my manhood." That young man was turned
on finally. He made no more attempt to run away because he did not want to miss
that pleasure. Standing shakily, he spread his legs so that he thug could push
his finger deeper. "It feels so good. Yeah!" Even though the night breeze was
quite cool, it could not stop George from sweating. That young man was in heat!
Shuddering, his hand was running through the thug's hair. The other hand was
placed on one of his own nipples, gently pinching it. Groaning out in delight,
George parted his lips slightly.
There was nothing more exciting to the thug than sucking a straight young
adult's cock. His tongue kept twirling the cock head, not forgetting to lick the
underside. George's reddish cock head pulsated happily in the thug's juicy
mouth. The cock head was drown in the mixture of its own precum and the thug's
saliva. Throbbing, the cock slit expanded a bit as it exuded more precum.
Sucking harder, the thug was determined to bring George off. He wanted to drink
the fresh young man's milk straight from its source. Drilling the buttocks
deeper, the thug found the organ he was looking for: George's prostate. Rubbing
it with the tip of his finger, he jolted George's body.
That young man did not know what it was, but he certainly enjoyed it. It was
like orgasmic waves surging through his body. Every nerve in his body tingled
from the pleasure. And it surely had a huge impact on his prong, as it was
throbbing much wilder, spewing more precum. George's young naked body writhed
and bucked as he enjoyed the suction on his manhood. "Suck my rod." But all of a
sudden, there was a familiar upheaval taking place in his balls. The seminal
fluid was churning and was forced to flow out, filling up the urethra. Soon, the
surge of emission reached the cock head. And like a volcanic eruption, the white
creamy juice forced its way out of the cock slit.
A series of loud groans followed, accompanying the spectacular ejaculation.
George's naked sweaty body stiffened as he pumped the thug's mouth full with his
juicy jism. During the orgasm, George felt as if time had stopped. Although he
only cummed for a few seconds, to him, it was like hours. His muscles were
cramped by the orgasmic seizure. But he liked it; it was the best orgasm he had
ever had. The thug's mouth was flooded with syrupy man juice as he continued to
wring out every drop of spunk he could get from that cumming cock. His tongue
was drowned in the sea of jizz. But he held it all in his mouth, trying
carefully not to spill or gulp it down. George's body was still jerking when the
last drop of seminal fluid was milked out. Leaning his bare back on the wall, he
recuperated, his chest heaving. The semi-flaccid cock of his was released as the
thug stood up. A sloppy popping sound resounded as he pulled out his finger out
of George's irritated butt lips.
Out of the blue, that perverted thug clasped George's body and brought his face
to his. A cummy kiss was forced onto George's lips. The young Caucasian guy refused
because the idea of drinking his own ejaculate was disgusting. But the thug
immobilized him by grabbing his neck. Sensing that his balls were being squeezed
hard, George yelled out in pain. As soon as his mouth was opened, the thug
quickly parted his lips and let a flood of seed flowed into the young man's
mouth. Protesting, George tried to vomit out the emission but the thug pressed
his tongue deep into George's throat. The spunk finally was gulped down with
loud gurgling noises. The taste was terrible, very bitter. George retched and
vomited but he could not get the jizz out. Satisfied, the thug released George.
"Not bad, huh? It's your own cum. You must love it," the thug mocked him. As he
was laughing at George's attempt to vomit out his seminal fluid, the thug took
off his seedy T-shirt. Proudly, he showcased his beefy torso. Soft mat of chest
hair grew on his muscular pectorals, emitting masculine aura. Watching George's
every move, the thug took his time to undid the trousers. Standing in his glory,
the thug did not feel any shame as he showed his erect rod to George. One hand
of his hands was holding something, hidden on the back. "I'm sexy, aren't I? All
guys that I've fucked said so. But before I fuck your straight caboose, I'd like
you to return the favor." Cornering that young man to the wall, the thug pressed
his face with his. At close distance like that, George could feel the thug's
warm breaths. "I want you to suck my cock." A shocked look fluttered across
George's handsome face. "Don't try to do anything funny," the thug threatened,
showing what his hand was hiding. George's body shuddered in fear as he looked
what it was: a sharp knife. "Suck my manhood or die."
Only thinking about his safety, George quickly knelt down and took the thug's
precumming prong into his mouth. That young man had never touched another man's
hard cock, let alone sucking it. Thus his sucking method was far from
pleasurable. Yet, it was not a problem because all the thug wanted was to
humiliate him. Sloppy wet sound was heard as George desperately tried to suck
that throbbing cock. For several times, he almost retched out, but he restrained
himself. Acrid musky smell attacked his nostrils as his nose was only inches
away from the thug's crotch. George could smell dried cum and piss, and even
tasted them. Yet, he had to keep sucking for his dear life. A stream of saliva
flowed down the thug's cock, mixed with his precum.
"Oh yeah, suck my cock, boy. Suck it and make me cum." He combed
George's damp
hair with his fingers while his other hand still held the knife. The thug of
course never intended to use it; it was only a means to scare George. "Play the
cock head with your tongue. No, sweep around it. Yes, that's it. Man, you're a
pro." Manhandling George's head with one hand, the ruffian taught him how to
suck cock. Pleasurable tingles ran over him as George's warm tongue was brushed
across his cock head. The groan was louder when George began to get a grip in
sucking a man's rod. "Suck it. Use your mouth like I taught you. That's good.
Keep on doing that."
The excited throbbing prong rewarded George with a drop of precum. As he licked
it off, he wanted to retch but he forced himself t o gulped it down. That liquid
tasted a bit salty. But more precum flowed out as the thug became hornier. The
young man had no choice but to lick it. His head was reeling with the
overwhelming smell and taste of manly precum. Like drug, precum had addictive
effect on George, urging him to get more of it. Lapping at the cock tip, that
young man tried to get more precum. The thug just smiled noticing that sudden
change. Hungrily, George massaged the manhood with his tongue. Tickling and
sweeping it, he serviced that cock well.
"Oh, that feels good," the thug whispered. His chiseled stomach contracted
slightly as he oozed out a strand of precum. It was soon lapped up by George.
"Yeah, that's it, lick my cock. Taste my precum. You like it, don't you?"
Grinding his hips against George's mouth, the thug continued to use him for his
sexual gratification. As the cock head moved deeper, George gagged as he was not
used to take up a rod in his mouth. "Oh, suck it, good. Come on." As
George
started to cooperate, the ruffian threw his knife away. He then actively used
both of his hands to stimulate George's naked body. Running them his back and
chest, the thug wanted to please the young man and made him hornier, so that he
would suck better. As his hands were brushing against George's erect nipples, he
made that young man groan. The muffled groan vibrated through the shaft, adding
extra stimulation to the thug's meat. "You're so good."
Forgetting who he was, George concentrated himself on the suction. Pursing his
mouth, he formed a tight ring and forced it slide up and down the hard meat. As
he was doing so, his tongue would lick the whole cock and coated it with more
saliva. Slowly, the idea that sucking a man's prong was gross disappeared from
his mind, replaced by the addiction to suck cocks. Instinctively, George reached
up and fondled the thug's lower abdomen. His fingers clung onto the six packs,
digging into the flesh. Sweat ran down the thug's body, flowing down George's
fingers too. The suction continued until the thug's body shuddered violently.
"I'm cumming!" he yelled out, grasping George's head. Making sure that the young
man would not back away, he pushed George's head against his crotch as he began
wildly unloaded his emission. Thick creamy jizz surged into George's open mouth.
That young man obediently knelt there and let the spunk flooded his mouth. Acrid
taste of bitter ejaculate filled his taste buds. The seed was so thick that
George could actually bite it. The smell was very intoxicating, too. Contracting
his muscles, the thug groaned and bucked. Possessively, he held onto George's
head and forced him to keep mouthing his manhood until he stopped cumming. The
emission kept spurting out, jetting out of the cock slit, till no more was left.
Patting on George's damp head, the thug pulled out his cummy cock. A thin layer
of seminal fluid enveloped the head. "Good job, cocksucker."
Acting like a lover, the thug helped George to stand up. His eyes bored into
George's seducing. The next thing George knew was that they were locked in a
deep passionate kiss. It was not only a kiss of lust, but he could feel
something else in there. George himself could not explain it. But the feeling
was good, showering him with happiness and satisfaction. The thug pushed in his
tongue and George accepted it. Embracing each other, they pressed their naked
bodies together. The constant rubbing had erected both of their cocks again.
Lust indeed was very easily stirred.
"You're very sexy. Do you have any idea how horny you've made me?" the thug
breathed, "I would love to fuck your straight rump. Would you like that?" If a
gay guy asked George that kind of question in normal situation, George would
have said no and run away. But George was taken over by lust, not being able to
think right. All he cared for was more and more pleasure. If that pleasure could
be reached by getting fucked, he would do it gladly. The thug asked again,
"Would you like to get fucked by my big meat?" He rubbed his hard cummy cock on
George's smooth thigh. "You'll feel so good." And just like the thug had
predicted, George nodded. "Oh yeah, my baby is in heat. I'm gonna make you feel
good. Oh yeah, it's going to be great." Slipping his hands to George's rear, he
grabbed the ass buns and squeezed them. "What a nice bubble butt."
Like a drunkard, George whispered, "Shag me if you like it. Give me pleasure. I
want pleasure." Sex was really addictive. Once you tried it, you'd get stuck
with it and wanted for more. In his heart, George thought about the possibility
of his having a gay side which he had not realized. But if he enjoyed being
finger-fucked and drinking jizz, perhaps he had gay side after all. "Give me
pleasure, please. I want more." Hugging the thug's body, he buried his handsome
face in the hairy solid chest in front of him. Inhaling the manly aroma, he
desperately wanted to be pleased. George thought about how he felt when the
thug's finger slipped into his tight rectum. It was the most incredible feeling
he had ever felt, and he wanted more of it.
No words were needed. Coarsely, the man flipped George's body, making him face
the wall. "You wanna get fucked, huh? I'm gonna fuck your breech." Slapping the
posterior hard, the thug aligned his hard cock with George's twitching butt
hole. The hole looked rather swollen after its defense had been broken. "Oh
yeah, nice tight straight rump." Wrapping his hand around George's waist, he
pulled the guy's body close to his. Thus, he made George impale himself on his
cock. The young man screamed out in pain as his ass hole was stretched open by a
large cock head. "Yeah, scream as loud as you want. Nobody can hear you."
Gasping in delight, the thug felt George's warm clenching hole choke his cock
head. But he did not give in. Instead, he kept pushing his manhood in.
"It hurts!" George complained, tears streaming down his face. He had never
thought that it would hurt much more. "Oh! Take it out! Your prong is splitting
my backside!" Impaled on the thug's meat, George could not escape. Much less,
his body was held tightly, leaving him no chance to escape. But that young man
gave no resistance. He hanged limply on that schlong, crying out his pain.
"You've got a very tight stern. Shit! Take it like a man. And quit screaming.
You're a man." Roughly, he maneuver his cock into George's ass. Pushing in
relentlessly, at last he broke the defense completely. His cock was sheathed in
George's caboose, shoved up to the hilt. Despite the young man's cry of protest,
the thug began fucking him like a slut. The angry reddish cock head slammed the
insides and rubbed itself against the rectum walls. Occasionally, it would find
George's prostate. And whenever it touched that organ, George would groan out in
lust. The spunk coating his schlong head served as additional lube, easing up
the penetration.
Spreading his legs, George supported his body against the wall. His hands
clutched clumsily at the wall. Pain still surged trough his body, burning his
bum. But a different kind of sensation, an enjoyable one, also coursed down his
naked body. It occurred whenever the cock slammed into the prostate. George
forgot the pain and concentrated on the rapture he felt. "Fuck my butt. Give me
more." Wincing in pain, he urged the thug to keep drilling his sluttish rear.
"Ride my ass. Just use my body."
The meat continued its penetration as it wedged open George's ass. The torn ass
lips was rather loose after being stretched beyond its capability. Small cuts
irritated George's inner ass. But the seed coating soothed them somehow, serving
as healing ointment. A closer view of the fucking scene showed that the thug's
heavy balls were slamming against George's. As he drove his cock home, his balls
would slammed themselves against George's balls. Sweat had dampened their ball
sacks, wetting the pubic hair. Precum was discharged to help lubing up the way.
Sloppy sounds resounded as he kept slamming his hips.
"I'm fucking a straight young man's ass. I'm so horny. You're such a slut," the
thug said, between his heavy breaths. Rotating his hips, he moved his schlong in
circular motion. Thus the cock rubbed more portion in George's deflowered
rectum. Grunting like a bull, he humped the arse as hard as he could, abandoning
himself to the sexual pleasure. Closing his eyes, the ruffian groaned whenever
his cock was squeezed by George's ass cheeks. "Beg for my meat. Beg me to fuck you
harder. Come on, white slut. Beg for my cock."
"Please fuck me harder. Fuck my arse." George said, obliging. His head was
thrown back, embracing every second of the rapture. Every nerve in his backside
begged to get fucked more. "Use my ass. Rape me." His manhood was pulsating,
swaying up and down. Long strands of precum hung about on his cock tip before
finally dripped down onto the ground. Heaving, George did not need to stroke his
schlong because the rubbing on his prostate had slowly pushed himself to the
brink of shattering orgasm. "Fuck me harder. I'm cumming." Thrashing his head,
George groaned and moaned. His lips were quivering, parting to take in breaths.
"Fuck you!" the thug yelled, poking at George buttocks deeper. Using all his
strength, he slammed in and out. The warm massaging ass lips of George's
indirectly stroked the thug to orgasm. With a loud yell, he finally cummed for
the second time that night. Spurt after spurt of cum was shot deep into George's
rectum. As each shot landed, George felt as if his insides were flooded with hot
lava. The seminal fluid was discharged again and again, incessantly filling up
George's ass. As he cummed, the thug still rode that buttocks, humping it hard.
His hand clutched at George's waist, maneuvering it to ease the penetration.
Sloppy fucking sounds were heard louder as the butt was filled with jizz. Some
of that syrupy seeped out of the swollen ass. "Take my cum!"
The latter thrusts were somewhat harder and more energetically. The cock bored
down the butt, touching its deepest part. More pressure was applied onto the
prostate, which drove George crazy with lust, until he finally burst out his
emission. Large gobs of jism flew out of his throbbing meat. They flew out and
hit the wall. As soon as they clung onto the wall, they flowed down as they
became runny and clear. But the more he cummed, the weaker the spunk shots were.
The latter shots was dribbling down onto the ground, creating puddles. Sweat had
bathed his naked body, soaking it, when the orgasm subsided. Panting, George
threw himself back in the thug's loving arms. "Oh," George gasped, recuperating.
When the thug pulled out his cock, George felt very empty. His ass lips did not
want to let the cock go, but they were powerless to stop it. The hard manhood
was covered in thick layer of white seminal fluid. Looking at George, he said,
"Thanks for the fuck. I must go now. If you want to get fucked again, meet me
here again, tomorrow night." With that, the thug threw on his clothes. It took
him less than a minute to dress up. After throwing a lewd smile at George, he
ran off into the night.
END
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