Hi, This is Jason.
We have no lectures today at college, because one of my slut, Mark, who also is the headboy, convinced the dean for the holiday. The cute athletic man-boy - that I per-seduced (Per-seduced is where I persuade and seduce a cute boy into submission. I should coin the term and practice it more too) last night in the football room - turned out to be a big fan of getting owned and didn't hesitate much to obey me after I showed him the world of unworldly sensations in his butt.
Also I had to go prepare with my pals for the night party at one of the most lit resorts in town, with its own bar and massive swimming pool. Also courtesy of one of my sluts. Noah, the 18 yo blond twink that’s crazy for me and my dick. With a face that looks too cute to slap, but that just gives me more pleasure doing so, and with a smooth perky ass that doesn't shy away from deep drilling. I have big plans for him in the ways he would come to serve me. But that’s for later.
At noon, I woke up beat, and needed to relax my muscles a bit. It's a rest day and massage day.
One of the other perks of being the hottest hunk around, apart from getting good pussy and boy-pussy to explore with my high sex drive, was getting massaged, with a passion no money can buy, for free.
Once when the football team won a group massage coupon with the tournament trophy, we all got professional massages from the local spa. A lean fit black guy massaged me. And it was amazing. The way he put pressure on my muscles. I got semi hard from all the relaxations. Noticing the erection under the towel, he eventually asked if I wanted my dick sucked. I let him do it and it was actually not bad. He of course couldn't make me cum however skilled he was, taking it deep throat and stroking my dick with one hand. Eventually I asked if I could fuck his face. And I only asked because even though he was handsome and fit, he was not exactly cute, with a good beard and hard manly features, so didnt want to assume he was a faggot for the taking. Then once I started fucking his face, I finally was feeling an orgasm building. Now that the man was letting me block his airways this way, I would shoot my cum inside him whether he wanted it or not, so I didn't ask and delivered a few spoons full of cum straight down his throat.
Anyway, later he gave me his number and asked to call anytime I needed to get free massages. I have been getting massages from him for months now. And some of those times I would let him suck me till I would shoot inside him after fucking his face. It was a perfect way for me to start a day I knew I would end up getting drunk, punching some faces and fucking some asses. The massage would relax me and then the delayed release deep in a throat ensures some hard fucking with no orgasm in sight later at night.
So since today was that sort of day, I called him up and it turned out he was out of town, but then he told me about a friend of his, Kyle, another masseuse that won’t mind giving me the massage today. He sent me a bunch of his pics too. Kyle was your typical young Jac Efron kind of guy. Smoky looks, ripped body, blond. All the gays I know are really fit.
I ring up Kyle.
“Hi, Is this Kyle? This is Jason. Paolo gave me your number, for a massage.”
“Oh yes. I remember him mentioning you. Well, I am free now, can you come to my place. Its near the Boulevard Plaza.”
“Ah Kyle. I am tired, man. Had a crazy last night. I would really appreciate it if you could come here. Look, I know Paolo must have told you all about me. He told me a couple of things about you too. If you come here and massage me now, you get extra privileges. Anything I wouldn't allow a regular masseuse. How about some tongue access?”
“On your body or just your dick?”
“Whole body below the neck. I like getting my feet licked too.”
There was silence. Kyle had a massive foot fetish. Paolo said that when Kyle finds a man bigger than himself, he wants to worship that body, especially feet. Massaging is just the front of his fetish because most bodybuilders wont allow tongue on their body.
“Yeah, I can come in 15 mins. Can you text me the dorm room and all?”
“Sure thing, man.”
And there, thats how easy it is to work gays, be it men or boys. I do like getting massaged, and getting licked feels good too. Will fuck his mouth for sure anyway.
Kyle comes on time, I take a good look at him. A 5’11 feet lean muscular body and a square face with sharp-jawline and light stubble of beard. I understand why it’s hard for Kyle to find a bigger man than himself. But I stand at 6’2 and am a lot more muscular than him. While he has the typical white man definitions of chest and arms, I have bulging pecs and trunks like arms because of my half-latino genetics. But the most stark difference is that my legs are far more defined and thick than his. That is what Kyle seems to be focusing with his eyes through the few exchanges of small talk.
Well, isnt he just a faggot in disguise of a jock? I take off my tshirt and shorts in one go, and ask Kyle to get started while I lie down on my bed on my stomach. I instruct him in a matter-of-fact way that he can get started from feet and should be putting good pressure. I am not ordering him right away but I am not requesting either. It is a privilege for him to lay his faggot hands on me in the first place and he knows it. The alpha energy exuding from me is well-received by Kyle as I see him wetting his hands in the oil he brought without batting his eyes on my tone.
He starts working my legs and thighs. He is putting his strength to it, squeezing my meaty calves, while licking my thighs gently. I like the sensations of dampness and warmth on the skin. Then he reaches to my thighs while still licking one and pouring some oil on the other. He worked my quadriceps with some extra pressure. The definition of my legs was picturesque, especially my thighs were really thick, veiny and sharply defined. Kyle was putting pressure with his thumbs along the muscle-lines, it always felt good releasing the tension in the muscles from all those workout sessions and football practice and also the upright fucking that I do. Then he started licking closer and closer to the ass crack. I had half a mind to stop him, but at the same time it felt good. He started licking my hairy butthole, making it all wet, while doing some massage tricks on my thighs. I liked the tongue play a little, and also the carefreeness of my worshiper, coz as you can imagine, being an alpha male with a dick as appealing as mine, i didn't much focus on my ass, it was a bubble butt, fit and all, but really hairy and not sure how it must be smelling. Anyway, I let the handsome man rim me till he was done with my thighs.
The dude was only slightly shorter, smaller than me but considerably less domineering, so he wouldn't dream of doing anything else with my ass so I wasnt worried. And wait till he takes a look at my dick when I turn around. So I relax and let him start working my strong back.
He was good at his massage, no doubt. He was using his weight on my back muscles and waist, releasing some tension. Then a few neat tricks with thumbs and palms that he and paolo had in common. I slowly became hard too, from all that relaxation and licking.
There is a knock on the door.
“Hi, It's Alex”, says a boyish voice from the door. I remember now that I had texted Alex to come to my room last evening, when I didnt think I would end up fucking well into the night last night, and would plan a massage the next day. I had completely forgotten about it today. I turn around, and my erect dick flops around as I do. Kyle is standing over it and can't take his eyes off it. There you go. A token of faggotry given by Kyle as he licked his lips. It made me extra horny, how he keeps looking at my hard dick and the door in turn. As if whoever is out there might just steal this treasure.
“Open the door Kyle, it’s my boyslut.” Kyle obeys, no doubt.
Alex walks in, wearing a nice printed tshirt, and some tight jeans, that accentuates his perky cute twinky ass, and that cute nerdy little face. He was the black-haired twink that I picked up from the road 2 nights ago and fucked his mouth in the bushes and later took him to my room.
“Do you remember what my instructions were when I accepted you as my boyslut yesterday.”
“Yes sir.” Alex takes one last look at the stranger, Kyle, with hesitation, then strips down every piece of clothing he had on, even his socks.
I remembered his ass, and the fun I had that night fucking him crazy while being drunk. Today is the second time I am seeing him. Alex will be a good regular slut, and he lives on the campus too, so I can call him whenever I want. And next semester maybe I will shift him in the same building with only one bed, so that i can go to his room anytime, whenever a good fuck is on my mind, without having to put effort in checking all the prospects or Grindr etc. I would just give him a 10 mins notice and walk in and fuck him till I nut in him.
Noah is definitely cuter, I decide, with charms of captivating youth, skin smooth and supple as a rose petal, plus Noah’s ass was beautiful, naturally smooth and pale. Alex on the other hand had the cuteness of a nerd-twink, who is slutty on the inside, with a little facial hair on chin and above lips, waxed ass and fit toned body.
Alex walks, fully-naked, toward the messy bed i fucked him that night, lies down with his face down and ass up, exactly as i had instructed. Good, a slut should just walk in on their master’s turf and get naked and lie down on watever place designated for fucking, without attracting any further attention. It will be the master who will start whenever he wants to, with whatever he wants to.
My dick is still hard, as I decide to have a fuck after all. Kyle is still here though.
“I am sorry Kyle. I think I am relaxed enough for today.” Kyle’s face showed a frown that he quickly subdued.
“Are you sure? Your chest and arms look tense and in need of attention. I also didn't get to lick your feet, I always save that for the last. Can I just …” He said while trying to press on my chest in an attempt to keep me laid down. I got up in one motion and grabbed his hand and twisted behind his back, while grabbing him by his neck and pressing him against the wall.
“Kyle, I could see your eyes light up when you looked at my dick. I like the fact that you want it. But right now, i am in mood of some serious fucking, thats why that faggot is here. Look at that lifted hungry ass. So the only way you are staying is if you would get fucked? Do you get fucked, Kyle?”
“No, havent been fucked in years. I have only been topping,” Kyle said while trembling a bit at the start, “but can I still stay watching you fuck and I can lick your feet in between?”
“Licking feet while massaging someone is one thing, but licking feet while I fuck a boyslut, being all sweaty and aggressive would mean a whole other thing. It would kind of mean that you have become my massage-slut or something. Are you sure you want that?”.
“Yes, I am not sure I will ever be able to take your dick in my ass ever anyway but I can take your toes in my mouth while you are fucking, making you feel more sensations. And lick your sweat off too so that you can carry on?”
“Alright, good boy” I pinch his cheek, and release his hand and neck. Gay tops sometimes are just waiting for a bigger more assertive guy to bend them over. I am 24 and Kyle must be in his early 30s and still I can call him a good boy.
Things have a way of working out for me it seems. A hunk as skilled in massages as Kyle that I cant fuck but still can dominate for massages and all kinds of things would be ideal. Always felt a need for a stronger hand working and worshiping my body after those tiring football tournaments or something as simple as a leg-day.
I turn toward Alex and walk toward the dirty bed. Kyle follows me. I start by letting Alex suck my dick while I stand probing his body, soon starting to finger his ass. While Kyle starts licking furiously the leg I kept on the bed. It's definitely a new sensation. And since I raised the stakes for him, he is definitely putting more effort than his fetish allows. He was almost massaging my feet with his tongue and mouth.
Alex on the other hand is moaning on my dick once I had two fingers in his ass. Then I turn him around while signaling Kyle to go to the other side of Alex to work my other leg that I now put on the bed.
Without wasting time I enter the soft round ass. Alex cries out a bit at the start but quickly becomes accommodating. I spank his ass a couple of times while starting to move back and forth. Alex shows some remorse, but eventually gets comfortable.
After fucking for a few mins with him in doggy style, I lie on the bed on my back with my upper body partially upright under some pillows and Alex slowly pushes my dick in his ass sitting on me.
This way Kyle gets both of my legs for his pleasure and I get to feel relaxed with sensations coming from my legs and my dick being pumped hard by Alex who seems to have taken the task seriously and was jumping up and down with some fervor. I close my eyes and let the sluts do their work for a few mins. Ahh that's pretty much the life of every alpha who knows what he deserves and doesnt take no for an answer. Gays are awesome for Alpha males.
With an ejaculation already building in my loins, I decide to again take charge. As an Alpha, I always like to be in control of my own orgasm, so that I can have the maximum pleasure out of it. If its a mouth, then I better have complete control over that head so that I can fuck it fast and throat-deep, while if its an ass, I better be on top, to force myself deeper and deeper in the compliant bottom. I take no second-guessing closer to my orgasm.
So I get up and flick Kyle to be off my legs. Legs that are now thoroughly drenched in Kyle’s saliva from sole to thighs.
Then I throw Alex’s body to bed for him to lie on his stomach. Then while forcing my throbbing dick that was visibly pulsing, all the way in with one go with my body’s weight behind it, I lie over him. Alex shrieks loudly in a girly pitch that must have been audible two rooms away, and tries to grab my body to release some pressure. I quickly grab his hand and force it above his head.
“I was going easy on you today because I was feeling a bit tired. But you know I can't let my slut go without taking some girly shrieks out of him. I already have a reputation in front of my buddies that live in neighboring rooms. They wont bat an eye on your cries, bitch, so get comfortable and cry away.”
With his legs partially open and his face in my hands, I plow the dark-haired twink with all of my weight while biting on his neck and ears. And he was moaning and wailing freely. I knew that every once in a while I just like to put the bottom below me and do some serious cardio-sex, where I split the ass open with my weight put behind my hard dick in every stroke that goes balls-deep and hit some walls in the bottom’s body. Sometimes the bottom would get crushed in the inferno that my body becomes in those moments, but the other times the bottom that seeks to be my regular slut gets to know what the extreme feels like. Alex had some tears in his eyes but was holding himself well in my arms. And slowly the cries died down when I started kissing his mouth deep from behind. The boy was resisting crying out through the smooching, but was still feeling full thrusts of my dick with weight added in. It was a wild show for Kyle who was sitting on the other bed and stroking his dick. After some 10 mins of more fucking in this position, I cum in Alex’s ass. There it is, the christening of a regular slut. Alex can take my extreme. I turn over to lie down on my back and after taking a few deep breaths, I go into the washroom to take a long shower. Alex surely will take time to get composed again. Kyle had also ejaculated on the floor by then and was getting ready to leave.
By the evening, I had hung out with my football buds and my jocks-with-chicks friend circle, and brought all of them to the resort for the party.
By 8pm, I am doing the fourth round of shots, with all of them. There’s drinks being served everywhere, chicks are going wild. Boys are splashing water at the pool. Mark is having a great time, hanging out with his council, looking over at me, subtly, then looking elsewhere as soon as I catch him every few minutes.
Noah was walking around the resort, playing a good host, making sure everything was right in the party I threw, making sure to make eye contact with me everytime he was around, showing me his dedication. He was looking beautiful in a dreamy way. Wearing a cute tight red shirt, with a dark blue blazer on, tight pants to call out that petite thin waist over a bubble butt. His curly blond hair were tidy and flowy at the same time. WIth his eyes, the boy was asking me for a senseless fuck, this early in the night. Kind of like at the fundraiser last night, the night I fucked him twice. But this time his leering and side-eyes had a certain confidence, because he knew I wanted him. He knew that if I were to be looking at a cute face in ecstasy and in lust, riding my dick, it would be his face on the top of the list. That little cute mouth wide open with those puckered pink lips shining, like the rest of his pale skin, long eyelashes, and nose turning pink at the tip, and finally, the messed up locks of golden hair only adding to the beauty. But tonight he would have to wait. I will be saving him for late night, once I will be at peak and my balls dry.
Now where else to drain my nuts at the start of the night, I thought to myself, sitting near the bar, with my friends. I am still in a tight tshirt and tight jeans that have enough room on the waist for my bulge, which was pumping enough blood at any given time for it to be noticeable to anyone who cared to look down. Girls and faggots mainly. Well it was them giving looks at me and also jealousy from my straight mates that was churning the blood and keeping it a bit meaty.
I look around, a lot of chicks were already in bikinis. I spot Lyla, my main chick. She looked stunning, and started to walk toward me, when she thought I was staring at her with interest, while I was mulling over her fuckability right now. Or moreover, if I wanted to fuck a girl, or should I just pound a boy?
I turn around and start walking in the other direction. Lyla will have to wait for some other sober time between lectures. Tonight I am here to run my engine nonstop.
I grab a drink from the other side of the bar, and take off my tshirt and jeans, with only my calvins on, and I sit by the pool. And in no time, two chicks I knew from my class sit near me, chatting me up. I knew I could always count on some girls walking over to me when i am shirtless, who could never have me and so it would be fine if I half-listen to them and half look around.
I am catching boys looking at me every few seconds left and right. But none cute enough. I excuse myself from the girls in a few mins and walk inside the large living room. Everyone was dressed in here, except for me, as I cut the crowd in half to make it to the main sofa. They make room for me, with necks turning and following me as I walk toward the center of the room. I grab a couple pizza slices from the table. I sit at the sofa, taking in all the attention and giving none back, I open grindr.
I treat grindr as my last resort, because the fun of drawing someone’s interest in real life and seducing them to submission can’t be paralleled by any online interaction. But Grindr surely has its own perk. Boys get to know exactly what I want from them from my bio, and what they will get if they can take me, from my DPs, that are of my shirtless body from various photoshoots I sometimes do, with my face cropped out. The bio read:”Pics at display are mine. Hung, dom top here. NP=NR. Cute fit boys approach, but knowing the fact that I turn boys into sluts, and sluts into crying sluts.” Straightforward and captivating, based on the response I get there.
On grindr, I can see all the profiles that are in the party right now. Not a lot. I get a ping from a blank profile after a few minutes of being online, that too is only a few meters away. The dude shares his album right away. Its naked pics without a face, of a short guy, slim-fit hairless body that looked wheatish. Last 2 pics were an upright skinny ass with a brown hole and a butt-plug inserted in. Desirable body indeed, one I can just throw around. Anyway, his face better be cute, otherwise it would be all for waste. I ask for face pics.
He replies: Wait, are you the hottie sitting on the sofa in his underwear? I can match your undie and bulge from the pics.
I respond affirmatively. And ask for his face pics for the last time.
I look around. Its someone in this very room. Some girls are dancing in a group in front of the tv and occasionally would look at me in a seductive way. Other people are sitting and chatting and drinking here and there. There are some drinking games going on the large dining table as well, judging from the crowd and shouts from there. A buddie of mine is sitting on the sofa in front of me with his girlfriend on his lap, both smooching wildly. There is a group of three gay boys standing near the stairs that are ogling my bulge too, but none of them is cute or brown. I don't make eye contact with anyone for more than a second, otherwise they will find an excuse to sit near me.
No response on grindr in that while. I am getting impatient.
The next second, a caterer comes near the sofa.
“Any sushi and chicken for the sir?” the caterer says politely while dropping some plates of food at the table in front of me. He does so very slowly though, as if waiting for something. I look up to see what. It’s a young man looking at me with a wide smile, stark indian features. Cute as a button. I quickly inspect his body to see if it matches the pics I received on grindr. Yep, slim-fit and petite, short, almost too easy to just bend, lift or crush however I like. Can it really be him? Caterers do smile when they serve anyway.
The boy starts to slowly leave. But then I notice his hand going behind him to his ass and with his middle finger, he points to his ass crack, where I can see the impression of something flat sticking out only slightly. A butt-plug? It’s definitely him.
I pick up a sushi roll and get up to follow him. He puts the tray he was carrying on some random serving table in the hallway and continues walking down a corridor. There are people in groups sitting everywhere. Noises coming out of rooms as well. The boy knows the way to the big house, it seems. He avoids the rooms and down one more hallway toward the back of the house, where not many people are around, walks down a basement after looking back and smiling sluttily at me. The basement too was well-lit and seemed the perfect place to have some privacy because of the party. I had finished the sushi on the way. So I walk down the basement after locking it behind me for my favorite dish. Supple slutty boy who has no idea about the beast he invited. Well, since he must have read my bio on grindr, he has some idea but still the way I fuck and the size of my dick is always a surprise for boys.
The boy stops in front of the table and starts speaking, probably to introduce himself and all.
I shush him and grab hold of his body. With one motion I pull his white shirt out of his body lifting his hands. Then in second, pull down his pants and raise him to sit on the table, while putting one of my palm under his petite ass. I feel the butt-plug, and press a bit into his ass, the boy moans and as his mouth opens in front of me I start wildly kissing the boy’s cute face all over. I bite the pretty lips, squeeze the thin tight frame of his body with my large body and the other hand. The hand under the ass is still pushing and pulling on the butt-plug. Normally, I would let him suck my dick for a while, but the idea of a gaping wet hole stuffed with the butt plug excited me too much, I didn't want to wait. I spend a few seconds eating his neck, and around his collarbones and shoulders. The boy moans in a very seductive way, holding my head and running his hands through my thick long hair.
Then I pick up the boy, who was almost like a toy to me, and turned him around for him to bend over on the table with his ass facing me, and feet stuck together on the floor. The shiny black butt-plug was jutting out from a smooth ass. I played with it a few more times before pulling it out. It had a bit of a slimy ass juice dripping, and the wet hole was pulsing open and close. Almost as if, it missed having something in it. The idea of a butt-plug keeping an ass always ready to get fucked with no need of fingering or lubing made me wild. This boy better be suited for hard-fucks, otherwise he was going to regret ever looking at me on that couch.
I pulled my hard-as-fuck dick out of undies, well half of my 9 inches dick was jutting out anyway. With no saliva needed for the first time, I let the slime get smeared on my dick by rubbing it on the hole, and then push it in. The boy gave out muffled screams, in response to which I had to grab his body with both hands, and then started slowly pushing it further in. In a couple of seconds and with no further wave of screams from the boy, half of my dick was in. The boy gave a sigh of relaxation, maybe thinking that my whole dick was in. I grabbed his little hand and cupped with it the half of my dick that was still out. With a shock, the boy looked back but didnt take another second to show some determination on his face and started to push his ass to take my dick in deeper. I smiled at the gusto of the faggot. And in a few mere seconds, with some soft ahhs and oops from the indian boy, 9 inches were in. My dick was pretty fat at the base, but it took relatively less iterations of pulling out and pushing it back in to eventually get it all in. All in all, the plug did its job and seemingly kept the muscles relaxed. I started fucking hard right away, no time to slowly levelling up the speed and force. The boy was moaning sluttily and was moving his upper body on the table like a snake. And in time he started to push himself on my dick with every stroke. I grabbed his shiny dark hair and pushed his upper body upright and his head toward me, to create a smooth arch, with other hand grabbed his thin waist and kept fucking the moaning boy in this position. No one said a single word, only my grunts and his boyish moans were audible in the echoing basement.
I lifted the boy up again and put his body on the table with his back to it. Collected his legs and hands on his torso, and started fucking him again, this time, it seemed I was hitting some walls, and rearranging his guts, as some tension was building on his face. I lessen the force a bit to relax him. Dont want to break him this early.
In this position, he looked like a small bundle of joy, ready to play his part no matter what. His body was slim and smooth, no extra muscles and no fat. Just the best material exported from India. I fucked him like this easily for 15 more mins looking deep into his pretty eyes, with sluttiness on his face, grabbing his neck and tiny head. Slapping a few times softly for good measure. Also got to see his penis which was caged in a black chastity cage, with a drop of shiny precum budding on the penis-head. It looked tiny and pathetic against the dick that was ramming the hole only an inch below it. I didn't know Indians also excelled in faggotry.
After a few mins of fucking where I was moving his body back and forth slowly, it was time to release the beast. I grabbed the small package with both of my arms, while the dick was still deep in his ass and lifted him on me and started moving his body up and down on my dick. With his face buried in my chest crevice, hands stuck between our bodies and legs clasped around my waist, the boy looked helpless in my arms, he could not have moved an inch away from the path I set for his body, which was just the vertical motion of the length matching with my dick size. The boy lost himself in my arms, the arms that enveloped his whole body.
He moaned into my chest with some deep ecstasy filled voice and I felt something wet and sticky on my pelvic region and moving toward my dick. It was the faggot cum, dripping in waves from the caged clit. The boy was biting my chest pretty hard in ecstasy by that point. The cum somehow provided necessary lubrication on my dick which now I have started to ramm into the twink as I would push him down on it, rather than just gravity doing the work. Another wave of dripping cum came down as i raised the intensity of my fuck, and the boy bit my chest that much harder, it was hurting but whats the point of meaty pecs of an alpha male if his slut cant bite when the slut is feeling uncontrollable amount of pleasures and pains together. And with all of those sensations I came too in his ass.
Then I slowly relaxed the speed and was just grabbing him on my dick. I tried to detach him from me to put him on the table, but the boy who was still lost in my chest was not releasing his grip on my arms and shoulders. Well after giving me such a fantastic fuck, if he wanted to latch on for a few more minutes, i wouldnt deny him that rest. I walked around to the other side of the basement to the windows that opened to the floor of the side lawn, where some people were partying. By then my dick became flaccid and dropped out of the gaping hole and with it a stream of cum and slime that filled the room with a horny smell.
I tapped the back of the boy latching on me and raised his mouth into a passionate kiss. I assumed that would be the best way to wake him up.
“Are you alright boy?”
“Yeah, I am alright. I have never cum this way before, without having to rub my dick through the cage. It was so overwhelming along with your big dick in my ass in this position.”
I slowly put him down on the table. The boy starts to flick his clothes and donning them again.
“I don’t know how I will cater in the party outside with my legs shaking.” His legs were shaking a bit.
“Don’t worry, you can take it easy tonight with the catering. Its my party, and I know the owner of this resort. If someone gives you trouble take my name. Its Jason Hart. And I will give you some liquor when we go outside. That will give you some strength.”
I take another look out the windows. Need to go out into the party again, it seems to be getting dull without me. It’s only 10 PM still. The night is definitely young and I have yet a lot of drinks to gulp down and some wild plans for the rest of the night.
