by Gavin Atlas
“Don’t be ridiculous, Cal,” one of the preps said. “It’s not that big a deal.”
“He doesn’t need them,” John announced. He pulled out of me gently and then lifted me up in his arms. He gently put me down in the passenger seat of his car, still naked, the leather of the seat warm on my bare ass.
“I guess you won’t miss your wallet and keys,” Cal said as John went back to pick up his beach towel.
I hadn’t brought my wallet, but I did need my key. I turned to ask John to get it for me when Chad surreptitiously dropped it in my lap.
“See you all later!” John said to the preps with a victorious smile.
“Yeah, uh, see you. I guess,” said Chad. “Damn he’s just gonna drive off with Liam naked.” They still looked stunned at what had just happened, except Cal who had zipped his shorts back up in fury.
John had picked up his towel off the beach and draped it over my privates. “Liam, baby, don’t worry. I’ll get you something to wear sooner or later. But I’m pretty sure you’re going to spend the rest of spring break nude with your legs in the air.”
“I sure as hell hope so,” I said as I exhaled sharply, my stomach tightening in ecstasy. “Yep, all spring break,” I said. “Spring break, the end of the semester, all summer long and the rest of my life.”
Wet Pass
Holy shit. Was that Kyle Nolan? I walked through the locker room of the Western Ohio State Natatorium towards a group of reporters and photographers surrounding a muscle-bound water polo player. He was compact with bulging biceps and thighs, and the perfect amount of thickness that swimmers develop around their abdominals. He only wore a skimpy blue racing swimsuit, the kind professional swimmers used to wear. His tanned body glistened with water droplets. I am constantly horny and constantly looking at sexy athletes, and I’d never seen such a gorgeous young man.
He looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
“Are you from The Triangle?” he asked with a hopeful look.
“Yeah,” I said, “am I late?”
“No,” he said, still staring at me. “I wanted a separate interview with you. Are you guys done?” he asked the others.
The press corps snapped a few more photos and packed up.
“So, why are we alone?” I asked after they’d left. I watched him fiddle with the waistband of his racing suit.
“They ask boring questions. ‘What’s it like to be gay and going to the Olympics? Do I have problems with teammates in the collegiate leagues? How supportive is your family?’ Stupid stuff like that.”
“What would you rather be asked?”
He thought for a second and then gave me a mischievous look.
“How about ‘what kind of guys do I like sleeping with?’”
I shook my head. The editors would never go with printing that kind of interview. It had to be strictly professional. But why not start with questions he wanted to answer?
“All right, I’ll bite,” I said. “What kind of men do you like?”
“Well, let me think,” he said as he ran a hand over his chiseled pecs. “How tall are you?”
“I’m six-foot-two,” I said.
“I like guys about six-two,” he said, “and salt and pepper hair like yours, also”
I felt my dick stir. I couldn’t believe this jock was flirting with me. I dug my fingernails into my palms in frustration. Even if it wasn’t about what was appropriate, I’d never met anyone who could handle my need. This young buck had no idea what he was in for if I lost self-control.
“It’s getting late, isn’t it?” he said. “I have somewhere I need to be. You’d better interview me while I take a shower.”
In a flash, he stripped off the racing suit, revealing a shaved crotch that blended seamlessly with the rest of his smooth torso. He must’ve tanned nude. His cock wasn’t huge, but it was pretty, and nothing to be ashamed of. You wouldn’t know he’d just been in a pool.
Then he turned around. His ass was amazing. Jaw-dropping, in fact. I watched as tight, round, smooth, bubble-butted perfection waltzed away from me toward the showers. His lower back just naturally arched to make the curve of his ass cheeks more pronounced. God, I felt dizzy—like all the blood had drained out of my head and rushed to my dick. Oh, the things I’d like to do to that rump. He looked over his shoulder and gazed at me with sparkling blue eyes.
“Come talk to me,” he beckoned as he turned on the shower faucet and waited for the water to warm.
I sighed. He was making it so difficult. How can I keep this professional?
“So, Kyle, what do you think of the team’s chances at the Olympics?”
He immersed himself in the water and watched me watch him as the shower cascaded over his rippling muscles.
“Our chances would be better if I could concentrate on my game, but ever since my boyfriend broke up with me, all I can think about is getting fucked.”
Oh, God. How did he manage to turn the conversation back to sex?
“My guy used to fuck my ass three times a day every day,” he said as he lathered his torso. “But now he’s coaching a squad in San Diego.”
“Ah, a coach. So he’s an older guy?” I asked.
“Yeah, older guys are the best tops,” he said without a trace of sarcasm. “They know what they’re doing.” I was now rock hard in my pants. In all my years doing interviews with gay athletes, I’d never had such a hot-looking jock come on to me like this. I could feel my breath become ragged with need. Calm down.
“So now he’s gone, and I haven’t had any dick in my ass in three damn weeks,” Kyle said.
Jesus. “I, uh, I imagine there are plenty of men lined up to take his place.”
“With my training schedule, I don’t have much time to meet people. And all my other coaches are straight. So are all my teammates as far as I know. Besides, they’re all are around my age.”
“And you want a guy—”
“Right around your age,” he said with a pretty smile as he soaped up his spectacular ass. I gave him a long, simmering stare and, to my surprise, he started to blush. Or maybe it was the heat of the shower reddening his face. But he had a shy grin that let me know maybe he wasn’t always this bold. Perhaps there was something special about me that made him horny as hell. Then I saw where he was staring.
“You’re seriously hung, aren’t you?” he said as he slowly rinsed his groin. “I can see the outline of your hard-on.”
I swallowed. If he only knew how badly I wanted to ravage his ass. But what if it got back to the people at the newspaper?
“Look, we’re not here to discuss my dick,” I said as he turned off the water and grabbed a small white towel. “And the article can’t be about who gets to fuck your ass.”
“Screw the article,” he said while drying off. “I can’t answer questions when all I can think about is your cock. Would you at least let me suck you off?”
I was on the edge of losing control, and this jock had no idea what he was in for if I did lose it. He dropped the towel and walked up to me, still nude, and grabbed my package.
“Damn, you are big,” he marveled. “Lemme go lock the door. I need to at least see it.”
I watched him walk away, and I got another view of his muscular backside that I ached to plow. I adjusted myself discreetly, then watched him return, stroking his dick to a thick erection framed by his powerful thighs. He fell to his knees in front of me, right there on the tile floor of the locker room.
“Can I?” he said, and he paused with a hand on my zipper.
“Kyle, I should mention I’m insatiable. More or less, literally. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” I warned, “and if you start, you’d best be prepared to finish the job.”
“Oh, I can make you come,” he said with a confident smile, and he released my dick from my pants. It sprang to attention in his soft, moist hands. At that point, I didn’t care if the newspaper found out about it or not. I was too horny.
“Damn, you
’re huge,” he said.
He put the first few inches of me in his mouth, and I purred as the warm, wet sensation poured over me.
“I have both hands on your cock, and there’s still room for my mouth,” he said.
“Don’t waste time talking,” I said and gently pushed his head back on my rod. He did his best, swallowing more of me than most guys can, but then he’d choke and pull back. I was enjoying his mouth, but I knew what I’d enjoy more. I reached over his back and grabbed the globes of his ass. He moaned as I kneaded his cheeks and tested his hole with my index finger. He wasn’t kidding. He hadn’t been fucked in a while.
That was going to change.
He backed up so he could talk. “Please, let me make you come with my mouth,” he said. “I didn’t know you were so big. My ass can’t take something that huge.”
I gently pushed him down until he was flat on his back against the tile. Then I lifted his legs and told him to keep them in the air. I began to softly massage his tight, hairless hole with one hand and stroke his erection with the other. He moaned.
“You love getting fucked, don’t you?” I said.
“Yes,” he said as he wriggled, trying to get my fingers inside him. I obliged him, inserting two digits. Even that stretched him.
“It’s been much too long, hasn’t it?” I said.
“Yes,” he whimpered. “God, I wish I could take it.”
“How big was your boyfriend?”
“He was six. And he’d tear my ass up,” Kyle said.
“Six, huh? Well, now you’re going to take nine and a half.”
He grunted in resolve. “Yeah,” he said, “Now I’m going to take nine and a half. I have lube in my gym bag.”
He stood up, practically ran over to his bag, and pulled out a tall bottle of lube and a fistful of condoms. In a blink, he was back on the tile with his legs in the air.
I stripped rapidly while he pumped his dick with his fist and moaned. Then I lowered myself onto the tile so his knees fell over my shoulders. I felt his smooth legs and damp ass cheeks against my body.
“Oh my God!” he shouted as I entered him. The heat inside him was intense.
“Ready for more?” I asked.
He brought his knees back to his face to better offer up his ass to me. I pushed in deeper against his constricting muscles. He inhaled sharply and his face turned beet red.
“Maybe you’d better ride me first,” I said. I pulled out and lay supine. He gave me an eager grin and climbed on top of me, gingerly descending on my cock.
I gave him a minute to bounce on me and test his ability to take my dick, but it was torture not to be fully inside him. I grabbed his hips and gave a huge thrust upwards, shoving my dick in completely.
His head snapped back in effort, but he let me hold his hips down while I pumped away like a madman. Soon he was open enough that he could meet my thrusts with his own. He was a damn good bottom.
He exploded, coming all over my chest and stomach. His orgasm made his ass even tighter, and I couldn’t hold out any longer. I came with a roar, emptying my balls deep inside him.
“I can’t believe I took nine and a half,” he said, breathing hard.
“That was just a warm up,” I said, wiping off with his towel. “Get on your back again.”
“Again?” he said. “No way.”
“I told you that you’d best be prepared to finish what you started, so you’re getting fucked again, Kyle.”
An incredulous smile lit up his face as he shook his head and lay back on the tile.
“I’m so sore. I can’t believe I’m letting you have my ass again already!”
I put on a new condom, and then started lubing up his hole.
“You do want it, don’t you?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, wriggling in ecstasy, “I must be crazy, but please, please fuck me again.”
I thrust inside him once more, still meeting more resistance from his insides than I wanted, but I was able to push all the way inside him in a few strokes.
“On my back is my favorite way to get plowed,” he said. “I feel totally owned.”
“Oh, yeah? You like being owned?” I said, as my dick stiffened inside him even more.
“Yeah,” he grunted.
“Well, then you’re going to feel what it’s like to be owned by my cock,” I said as I started pounding him rhythmically. I grabbed his ankles and spread his legs wider so I could watch my dick go in and out of his ass. He grunted with each thrust as I slowly reamed him, luxuriating in each stroke and looking over all the taut muscles of his body as it lay beneath me. Even though I can get hard again right after fucking, I can’t come right away, so I knew I’d be taking my time in this hunk. I fucked for ten minutes, twenty, then thirty. The pleasure I got from being in his tight hole was so intense I didn’t even notice the hard tile against my knees.
“God, how much longer?” he wailed.
“I own this ass,” I said. “I’m going to fuck it forever if I want.”
His eyes grew wide and then his grunts became louder as he came closer to his second orgasm.
“Pinch it off,” I said, “unless you can get fucked a third time after coming twice.”
“What!”
“You heard me.”
He couldn’t control himself, and his come arced over his chest and onto his neck. I pushed his legs back farther and sped my pace. His groans became cries as I ejaculated in his ass a second time, waves of adrenaline shooting up my spine. Damn, that felt good.
“Did I do a good job owning that ass?” I asked, pulling out.
“Oh, hell, yeah,” he said, panting. His legs collapsed on the tile, spread enticingly. My hand found its way between them and began fingering his pucker.
“Oh, man, I can’t do it again,” he said. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I had to be somewhere.”
“You’re going to be late then,” I said.
“Maybe we’d better get back to the interview,” he said. He tried to sit up, but I grabbed him by the ass and pulled him down.
“Now it’s a different kind of interview,” I said.
“It is?”
“Yep. You’re interviewing me to see if I’m the new guy to fuck you three times every day. Well, at the very least three times.” I flipped him over onto his knees. “And I need to keep going, so I can find out if I want the job.”
“God, getting dicked by you every day?” he said.
“Yep. After this, would you want anyone else?”
“With you hammering me constantly, I won’t be able to walk let alone play water polo,” he said.
“You’ll get used to it in no time,” I said. “With a body as strong as yours, you’re just the type of guy to take as much as I can give.” I realized I might have actually found someone who could handle my insatiable nature. Someone who could enjoy giving me his ass three times a day. Or seven. Or ten. I put on another condom and lubed him up again. “Last time we did it your favorite way. Now we’re going to do it doggy. My favorite way. I want to see that ass.”
“Go ahead,” he said, closing his eyes and arching his back so his perfect rump brushed against my prick. “I’m yours.”
I dove inside him. Now his hole offered no resistance, and I claimed his ass completely in one stroke.
I pumped hard and fast. My balls slapped his backside, and he offered his soft ass up to me obediently, meeting every stroke. Being inside such an incredible ass and watching it get fucked doggy style turned me on so much I already knew I wouldn’t last long. I sawed away at him for maybe three minutes in pure ecstasy. I knew I had more stamina than most any man, even men half my age. But seeing Kyle look over his shoulder at me in stunned amazement was something I will never forget. He clearly couldn’t believe what was happening to his hole. And I couldn’t either. I had never so ruthlessly claimed, captured, conquered an ass as I did now. Kyle’s grunts with each thrust were practically shouts.
“I can’t believe you’r
e still fucking me!” Kyle wailed.
“So do I get the job?” I asked through gritted teeth as I pounded furiously. “Do I get to fuck this ass every day? As much as I want?”
“Yes!” he cried, and I felt his knees start to buckle as he came all over the tile. I released an orgasm of my own, and I managed to stay inside him as he fell, riding him down to the floor.
“Are you serious about wanting to be my boyfriend?” he asked as I pulled out.
“You bet,” I said. “I’m sure I can find the time to meet your needs on a daily basis if you’re willing to meet mine.” I stroked his cheek and smiled at him. “And I bet I could swing a trip to the Olympics so you won’t be alone there either.”
“Oh, yeah, that would be great.” he said with an exhausted smile, “But, uh…I’m guessing three times a day isn’t going to be enough, is it?”
“Not even close,” I said, reaching between his legs, “not even close.”
Slavery by Degree
The company had told Sky to strip naked before he put himself in the machine, otherwise whatever clothes he had on would be destroyed. For his particular job, they told him it would be wise to lube up his ass first as well. The contraption was heavy, but Sky had carried it back to his parents’ apartment and placed it on his bed. He climbed nude onto the frame’s padding and strapped his ankles into stirrups before reclining flat on the synthetic mat and headrest. As he fingered himself, he tried to remember what they’d called the machine. A cage? A pen? A mew. That was it.
He hadn’t been as nervous or as turned on in a long time, and he had to take deep breaths before putting the black metal ring on the index finger of his right hand. A huge electric flash surrounded him and then his bedroom vanished. In fact, his vision was gone altogether. He felt pins and needles all over his body. It was more of a jabbing sensation than when his foot fell asleep, but it felt pleasurable to Sky instead of frightening or painful.
Then he felt pressure in his rectum that grew rapidly until he slammed back into the machine, his sight returning instantly. There was a large black man kneeling over Sky and the mew, his dick sinking deep into Sky’s ass.