by Gavin Atlas
The transition from pain to pleasure began, and I felt strings of ecstasy in my gut being plucked with every stroke. But I wanted to stay mad. “Yeah, I’m a good bottom. You said that was the only thing I was good at.”
Jim growled and bit my earlobe. “Hush,” he whispered. “Let me fuck your ass, and I’ll explain.”
Now that I could take his dick, I rolled back farther, and Jim rumbled with appreciation. His thrusting sped up, and it began to hurt again. But it hurt wonderfully. With each stroke, a bolt of hot pain and lust shot up from my prostate to my teeth and forehead. In a frenzy, he flipped me on my side and fucked me more. I couldn’t help but moan and thrash. Then he flipped me onto all fours and fucked my ass doggy style like a mad man. My own dick was so hard it hit my stomach with each push inside.
As he stuffed me again and again, I had to grimace and bite a pillow, constantly grunting. Getting my ass fucked by Jim was better than ever, and all the reasons I wanted him came flooding back.
The fucking went on and on. I was about to scream I couldn’t take any more when his pounding intensified further, and he came with a primal roar. His orgasm ignited mine, and I shot all over my stomach and his sheets. My knees buckled, and I collapsed on his mattress and my own come. Jim was still lodged in me and still thrusting reflexively.
“Oh my God, that was good,” Jim said, shaking his head. “I’ve never had better.”
Neither had I. The adrenaline rush from coming made me lightheaded with pleasure.
Jim handed me a towel while he wiped himself off. “Considering I paid twenty-five grand, I’m going to fuck you again. Maybe a few times.”
Hell, yes. “If I have to.”
“Look, Jason. I was jealous. I wanted you for myself and thought you were shallow when you didn’t want monogamy.”
“I still don’t want it.”
“Then don’t do it. It’s okay. But it’s not just that. I read the article in Frontiers. You’re doing charity work. Always volunteering.” He smirked as he caressed my rump. “And always offering up that ass for a cause. I’ve seen your heart now, and it’s a good one.”
My anger subsided. “It is?”
“Absolutely.” Jim stroked my stomach and kissed my throat. A rapturous whimper escaped my lips. “The article said you dreamed of starting a foundation for gay seniors,” he said. “Now you will.”
“What?” Was it possible I could get Jim’s incredible dick and his respect, too?
“I’m putting you through college, young man, so you can have that dream. Did you think you’d be a porn star forever?”
“I…don’t know.” Now he fingered my ass again.
“You may offer a world of sex, boy. But you have more to offer the world.”
“Thanks, Jim. But I’m still a slut.”
“It’s all good. You don’t have to be monogamous for this deal,” Jim whispered, “but I get to fuck you a lot. And kiss you. And caress you. And take you to dinner.” Now he knelt above me. He began lubing me up again. “Do we have a bargain?”
Stunned, I could only manage one word. “Yes.” An incredible offer from the man I loved and the best top ever. I moaned and lifted my legs. “Jim. Thank God you were the highest bidder.”
Long Time Coming
I didn’t recognize the number, but darn lucky for me I picked it up instead of checking my messages first. The deep Latino voice on the phone was familiar. It asked, “Ricky, is it true? I heard through the alumni grapevine you’re finally single.”
“José? Is that you?” I asked, hoping it was. My dick was already getting hard at the thought of him calling me.
“Of course, it is. I’m so hurt. How could you forget my voice?” he asked. I could tell from his tone he was teasing.
“First,” I said, “You’re in a car, so I’m having trouble hearing you. And second, no one has called me Ricky in years, so does that tell you how long it’s been since we’ve talked, sir?”
“Yeah, but your friend Ben told me you jerk off thinking about me fucking you. All the time.”
What? “Holy moly! Why does everyone always talk about my private business?”
José laughed. “Private? Really? That’s funny,” he said. I guess, considering my history, he had a point.
“So you are single now, right?”
Hmm. I like being as honest as possible. “Not exactly. I’ve been dating for about a week.” I should sit down because talking to José much more would turn me on to the point I’d feel dizzy. I thought about the last time I saw him. He was a big, burly puertoriqueño with curly black hair. His smile was beautiful, and he had an infectious, musical laugh.
“Damn, already you’re dating? You just got out of a major relationship!” He was loud, but there was still amusement in his voice instead of frustration.
“It’s been three months since Lamont broke up with me,” I said. “It’s too early to know if it’s serious.” Although I wondered if my message was from my new guy. Just the other night, I’d hinted I was curious about what he wanted from me.
“Has the new man fucked you?”
“Yeah, ten times so far. Wait, eleven.” Why did I volunteer that without even thinking first? José is right. I don’t like everyone knowing how much sex I give up, but when I’m asked a question, I answer. Everything about me is public.
José chuckled softly. “You used to be so sweet and innocent,” he said. “Now a guy fucks you eleven times in a week and you don’t know if it’s serious.”
I winced. “I hope I’m still sweet, at least.”
José backpedaled. “Oh, no, no. That’s not what I meant, muchacho. You only know how to be sweet.”
I smiled and said, “Thank you,” but still I felt my face burn. I judged myself for being a slut even though a part of me wanted everyone to know. I swallowed and thought it over. Maybe I should backpedal, too. “I should consider eleven times to be serious, shouldn’t I?”
“What was that? I couldn’t hear. You said it’s nothing serious? So since it’s nothing serious, do you think I could come fuck you?” José asked. He knew exactly what I said. There was always a lilt to his voice when he teased.
“Wait…that’s not…um…” My dick was rock hard now. I unzipped my pants to reduce the pressure. It was too late to try to be proper.
“Ricky, I’ve been wanting to nail your hot ass for fifteen years.”
“But, sir. You—”
“I love how you still call me ‘sir.”“
“But you had an opportunity,” I said. I remembered the time we were together. He was so much taller and bigger than me. I have never stopped loving that. When he’d hugged me, he embraced my whole body. It was the warmest, safest feeling in the world.
“You were only twenty and practically a virgin. You said you wanted to be in love. Not something I could do.”
“You had me in bed, naked, and you changed your mind.” This part of the memory didn’t feel good. It was confusing.
“Believe me. I remember being just about to enter you when I thought I’d better not if I still had feelings for someone else. But I still fantasize about you all the time. Your beautiful, innocent eyes. Your hair against your white skin. And your amazing round ass.”
I unbuttoned my work shirt, but imagined that José was in front of me, dark and hairy, towering over me at 6’5”, slowly removing my clothes.
“Yeah, I guess you did the right thing,” I said.
“When I heard Lamont fucked you in the woods, I was so mad.”
I almost dropped the phone. It embarrassed me to the core anytime someone brought that up.
“I didn’t know you’d heard about that. It figures someone would have told you by now.”
“Yeah, I was probably the only one who couldn’t go to that—where did the Gay Alliance go that day? That gay clothing optional campground?”
My heart rate increased. “Mill River Lodge.”
“Oh, that’s right. Of course.” José’s voice was a purr.
He was talking about the event that changed who I was forever. He knew, or he should have known, how talking about it made me dizzy with shame. “José, I don’t know if we should revisit—”
“Everyone said you were lying on your stomach, naked and asleep, and he climbed on top of you and stuck his big black dick in your tight white ass in front of everyone.”
Oh, God, it had started. I really was dizzy now, and I had to sit down. Still, I reached into my underwear and started stroking myself at the memory.
“I wouldn’t have gone nude, I swear. But I felt stupid wearing shorts when everyone else wasn’t.”
“Don’t worry, muchacho. I’m not judging.”
I didn’t want to tell José, but that was another thought that I jerked off to over the years. Lamont didn’t just fuck me. He flipped me around and fucked me in all kinds of positions for the better part of an hour. One minute I was the prim undergraduate who had to have his arm twisted to even go to a nude campground, and the next Lamont was just plowing my ass in front of everyone I knew while I moaned and thrashed. At first my friends just sat there shocked, but then they moved closer, forming a circle around me. They stroked my muscles as well as their own cocks while Lamont rammed my hole mightily. I remember looking from face to face, and then looking over my shoulder at Lamont’s dick owning my ass, thinking “this isn’t me. I’m not like this!” Then I hung my head. This was exactly who I was. Somehow Lamont figured it out, and now he was flipping me on my back and putting my legs in the air. He waved his hand like an actor in a commercial showing off a new car to draw everyone’s eye to my hole, which I could feel quivering. “See the good work I’ve done?” He tested my opening with his finger, before putting his penis in me again.
That had been too embarrassing. I’d started to struggle, but he pulled my ass to him and pushed in.
“Thirty-minute mark,” someone said behind me. When I moaned, I heard my voice shake with exhaustion and realized I could barely see Lamont through my sweaty hair. But I could see enough to know he never took his eyes off what he was doing to my ass. He’d flip me on my side and lift one of my legs. All he looked at was my ass. He’d put me back on all fours. My ass. My ass. All that mattered to him was my ass.
I looked at my friends, all eight of them stroking their dicks now and all less than two yards away. I wailed
When I finally came, shooting as far as my face, my overwhelming horniness vanished, and the feeling of humiliation that everyone had seen me get fucked set in. Still nude, I ran around to the other side of some large rocks to hide, and no one followed until twenty minutes later. Then Lamont sat down next to me and kissed me for the first time. Over the next few months, my friends would tell me individually that watching me get my ass fucked was the hottest thing they’d ever seen, that they each wished they had thought to penetrate my shyness by brazenly penetrating my ass, that they wanted my body feverishly grinding against their dicks instead of Lamont’s.
“One reason I was mad was because I thought you felt us graduate students were too old for you,” José said, breaking me out of my reverie, “and Lamont’s older than me!”
“I never said that. There was no way I could have known Lamont was going to screw me. He’d hardly spoke to me before.”
“But after I moved away he fucked you in front of everyone again at the Eagle. And again on the dance floor at—”
“But we were dating then, and what was I supposed to do? He liked doing me in public places.”
“He liked showing everyone he owned your ass,” José said, a note of frustration in his voice.
“Yeah, that’s true,” I said. When my other friends confessed they needed to fulfill their fantasies of fucking me, I often let them. José might not have known that, but I was honest with Lamont. It may have been an open relationship, but he constantly needed to show everyone that I was his property.
I stripped off my pants and underwear and lay back on my mattress, thinking about all the times I’d been fucked in public.
“So now I get to nail you at the lodge. And the Eagle. And at a beach,” José said.
“Stop. I’m feeling ashamed, sir. Next you’re going to suggest fucking me at an alumni pool party.”
José laughed. “So why did you break up after all this time?”
“A bunch of reasons. We’ve broken up a number of times. But now he’s moved away.”
“He used to brag to me that he fucked you ten times in one weekend,” José said. “Is that true?”
I was dying. I couldn’t believe Lamont told José all this stuff. I didn’t even know they talked.
“Uh…well, it’s true.”
“So that’s why I’m calling. I found out yesterday that you broke up, so I’m in Houston right now.”
Holy shit!
“And since Lamont said he fucked you ten times in a weekend, I get to fuck you fifteen times.”
“This weekend?”
“Yes,” José said. “One time for each year you’ve made me wait.”
My dick was so hard it hurt. I stroked it rapidly.
“Do I have you naked already?” José asked.
“Yes, sir,” I said, pulling my shirt the rest of the way off. Was he psychic?
“Good. It’s a long drive from Atlanta. I want to be in you the moment after I walk through the door.”
“How long do I have before you get here?” I asked. I ran with the phone to the bathroom mirror. I checked my hair and goatee. I almost put on cologne before I remembered José didn’t like it.
“I’ve dropped my stuff off at Ben’s, and I’m exiting Highway 10 now,” he said. “From Ben’s directions, I’ll be there in about two minutes. You lubed up?”
“I will be, sir!” I said, diving for my bedside drawer.
“Do it. And unlock your door. You know I have a bigger dick than Lamont, don’t you?”
“Uh, no you don’t. Not possible. How do you even know how big he is?”
“I’ve seen it. He sent me the videos he has of him fucking you.”
“The videos? No! I told him not to show those to anyone!”
“Don’t worry about it, Ricky. The whole world may have seen you get fucked, but you look incredible getting plowed. Everyone thinks so.”
“I do?”
“The way you thrash. The way you moan in need. It’s like no one has ever loved sex more. It’s beautiful.”
“Why would Lamont show those to you of all people?” I asked, cracking open my front door.
“Because he’s a bastard and a show off. He wanted to make me jealous that he was tagging your ass and I got none. Hey, I’m at your complex. Get on your stomach and pretend to be asleep. I want it to be just like the first time Lamont fucked you at the campground.”
He hung up, and I stared at the phone for a moment in disbelief. A man I hadn’t seen in fifteen years was about to barge through my apartment door and fuck me. Would he still think I was hot? What did he look like now? I put the phone down and flipped over on my stomach when I heard the door creak open.
It took every ounce of my willpower not to turn around when I heard heavy footsteps come toward me and José’s voice whisper, “Oh, yeahhhh.”
I felt one hand firmly grasp my calf. His other hand traced my lower back with his fingers, slowly lowering them to graze my crack and gently finger my hole.
“Yeahhhh,” he said again. “Oh, God. You’re still so gorgeous.”
I heard the sounds of rapid undressing, immediately followed by the ripping of a condom wrapper and what was probably José urgently lubing up his dick.
I felt his huge body climb on top of me, his knees sinking heavily into the mattress. I badly wanted to turn over and see if he was as hot as he used to be. But it was his fantasy that he get inside me while I was sleeping, so I lay still.
A jolt of painful ecstasy shot up my spine as his dick rammed fully into me in one stroke, just like Lamont had. He was bigger. He was huge. I inhaled sharply and loudly.
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“Yes, Ricky, I’m finally inside you. Finally,” he said. He gripped my hips and yanked them up to his groin as he simultaneously plunged deep with his cock.
I moaned in effort and ground against him.
“Play along now,” he commanded. “Try to get away from me.”
I did as I was told. I made a hopeless effort to buck him out of my hole. I wriggled left and right to get away from his dick, and I moaned louder. But being pinned down by such a big cock made freedom impossible, and he knew it.
“Yeahhhh,” he said, “no escape for your ass this time.” He drove into me while I continued to pretend I wanted to flee. Ever since the first time he fucked me, Lamont loved having to chase my ass during sex, even though I was more than willing. And I guess José wanted the same thing, only harder, faster, and deeper. If I really wanted to get away from José’s punishing rod, I don’t think I could have. But I didn’t want to. I craved every minute of it and every thrust.
“I got everyone I could on such short notice,” he said. “I wanted them to see that you’re mine now.” Suddenly he pulled out and he flipped me over. I couldn’t believe it. There were two other college friends of ours, Ben and Will, with their jeans open, stroking their dicks. They must have snuck in behind José while I’d been moaning and grunting too loudly to hear footsteps.
I saw that Ben had a small camcorder in his other hand. It seemed José might be trying to do everything Lamont had done to me over the years all in one weekend.
José threw my legs in the air and started fucking my ass again, pummeling my hole so rapidly I could barely breathe. After a full two minutes of incredibly fast and hard pistoning, he slowed down, panting and sweating heavily. Now he was taking long, deep strokes in my ass and looking directly into my eyes. He was the big bear he’d always been, and he was still so handsome.
“Let’s play keep away again,” he said. And I did try to keep him from getting inside my ass at first, trying to dodge him left and right, while showing him that I was utterly helpless to stop him from fucking me. To let him know he’d “won” I pretended I was exhausted and could fight no more, surrendering and allowing him to completely ream my ass with abandon. My giving in like that seemed to excite him even more. His breathing sped, and he began to grunt louder and louder.