Author's note: I promise I will soon find a way to answer all of your comments, still trying to understand how GayDemon works. This is the first of an ongoing series, if you want I can do the next ones as well. If you need a recap on who is who please tell me and I will edit it with a brief character bio ^.^
High school is not always easy.
Sometimes they become the best years of your life, where you get to experience what teen movies full of stereotypes and happy endings promise. Other times you spend it in complete anonymity, simply going through your day and trying to trudge through that path full of pitfalls, quizzes, suspicious cafeteria foods and gym hours. And still other times it is hell, where you become the center point of the sights of boys and girls whose sole mission for four years, sometimes even five, is to make your life a hell on earth.
This was the unfortunate case of Alex who, now in the final months of his senior year, at 18 years old, still has to endure the harassment and abuse of his personal group of bullies.
"Get out of my way, nerd!"
Alex was shoved against the locker, hitting it with his shoulder. The young man brought a hand to his face to adjust his glasses, but in doing so he dropped one of the dozens of the books he was balancing precariously in his arms. He made to bend down to pick it up, but in doing so he dropped even more. In the end he sighed and knelt down to retrieve them all, his face flushed red with embarrassment to the tips of his flapping ears. He reached out a hand to grab one when a trendy sneaker stepped on it and a voice all too familiar to him exclaimed, "Oops, I think it's my fault."
Alex swallowed and raised his head. Right above him, foot still firmly planted on top of his textbook, was a boy his own age , his blond hair perfectly coiffed, his gray eyes shimmering with a cruel sparkle, the physique that was the dream of every single male teenager perfectly highlighted by the brand-name T-shirt and tight jeans that accentuated him in all the right places.
The young man bent down and casually grabbed the book. Alex stood up and extended his hand, stammering, "D-Daniel, could you give it back to me, please..."
"Hmm? Did you say something, squirt? You know, you should raise your voice, otherwise people won't hear you."
The other provoked him by waving the book under his nose, as if he were a dog with a cookie in front of him as a prize, "Is that what you want? You know you should be more careful with your stuff, there was seriously a danger of me slipping on it and hurting myself, and you don't want that, do you Alex?"
"N-no..." muttered the young man, lowering his gaze.
The smile on the bully's face fell as he whispered menacingly, "Look me in the eye when I talk to you, wimp."
Gulping, the young man raised his head and immediately Daniel put on an amiable smile again, before patting him on the shoulder, "There, that's much better, isn't it?"
After doing so he raised the book and handed it to him with a friendly expression. Alex reached out a hand hoping to take it back but inches away the other threw it out the open window, causing it to end up in the garden.
He burst out laughing and turned around, "You better hope it didn't end up in the mud given how much it has rained the last few days. See you around, loser," and he sidled up to a small group of four other boys who greeted him by snickering and smacking him on the back as if to congratulate him.
Alex sighed and adjusted his glasses, then moved with one hand the unruly tuft of black hair that had ended up in front of his eyes. Come on, he only had a few more months to go, then he would finish school and never see Daniel and his gang again. He had to hurry though, his friends were expecting him for lunch, plus he had to go to work that afternoon. He better rush to go retrieve his textbook.
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The fast food restaurant not far from the school was filled to bursting with students. By now the staff had gotten used to it, and had learned how to handle that wave of teenagers and young adults who filled the tables and deafened them with their voices. In particular, they had learned to recognize the regulars, and among them a small group specifically, with which to interact as little as possible if they wanted to avoid trouble.
Sitting at a small table five young men probably in their last year of school were laughing loudly, shouting obscenities and acting as if they owned the place.
The small group was quite heterogeneous: a big black guy with practically shaved hair and a varsity rugby team sweatshirt was the loudest of all, waving his arms around, laughing and belching, making himself heard by the whole room; next to him a short but well-placed fellow with fiery red hair held in a faux-mohawk was gobbling up all the food he could get within reach, punching his companion from time to time and barking orders at anyone he had around, even going so far as to almost jump on the table to pick a fight with anyone who thought he was looking at him funny; near the two, practically lying on the table, a young man with perfectly coiffed scruffy hair and bronzed skin was giggling as he typed something on his cell phone, blatantly ignoring the rest of the group, only occasionally straightening up or shifting slightly in a picky manner as he told the others to be careful not to get him dirty or ruin his hairstyle; a little further off sat the largest of the group, a young man with black hair cut short military-style, his arms the size of tree trunks crossed in front of his chest, his forehead furrowed in a frown, his lips curved downward: finally, watching the whole scene with an amused smile, was Daniel, who occasionally looked around or pulled out his cell phone, except to return quickly to look at what were, for all intents and purposes, his minions.
Daniel lifted his head to the football player who was now mimicking his last scene on the field, a sandwich imitating the ball, before quietly saying, "Butch, sit down, let's not make a scene."
The young man threw himself heavily into his seat before stealing a fry from the tray of the red-haired boy, who responded with a "hands off, asshole", then chuckled and pointed at him with the sandwich, "Come on, Danny, they won't dare tell us anything anyway. Or rather they won't dare say anything to you. Everyone knows who your father is, no one dares to cross you."
The young man in response put his hands in his pockets as choruses of agreement went up from the table from the others. Daniel shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "It's still better not to push it too far."
"All right, after all, you're the boss. Anyway, you guys will be there for this weekend, right? I have the game and after that, most importantly, there's the party! I've already convinced the head cheerleader to give it to me in case I win, and if all goes well maybe I can even get one of her friends to attend," sneered Butch.
"Lucky pig," one of the others teased him by punching him on the shoulder.
The young man smiled as he took a milkshake, "Anyway, you're coming along, aren't you? My dad's letting me take the car, so we don't even have trouble moving around."
"How is your father doing by the way? Is the gym going well?" intervened the guy with the cell phone, still without taking his eyes off the screen, his fingers still moving with agility.
Butch huffed, "Yeah, although he keeps bugging me. He wants me to come this summer to do a trial period as a personal trainer at his place, but I don't wanna do it. Like I want to waste my last summer before college chasing after sweaty middle-aged men, it's not like I'm a queer."
The others giggled. Butch's father, Simon, owned a gym that doubled as a boxing gym and for other fighting sports. He was a big man exactly like his son, towering over everyone with his nearly two meters in height, with a shaved head and a perfectly groomed beard, and who, despite now going for middle age, kept trying to keep in shape when he could, trying to pound it into his son's head as well.
"Does he keep going on his morning jog?"
"What, oh yeah, every morning that lunatic wakes up before six and goes for a run. He comes back that I'm practically on my way out, completely drenched in sweat. It has to be said, though, that he's always pretty cheerful when he comes back, although I can't quite explain why. It can't be all that pleasant if, every time you come back, you then limp from muscle strain," he huffed, picking up more chips.
4 days earlier, morning...
"Oh yes-oh yes-use that tongue, clean me up good."
Simon was holding on with his arms to a tree, his face practically pressed against the trunk, his physique barely supported by his generous rack, his T-shirt practically clinging to his body because of the sweat. At the moment the man was standing in a patch of trees in a park about twenty minutes from his home, leaning forward, his pants around his ankle, and currently having his ass being eaten by an eighteen-year-old boy with a messy tangle of black hair.
The man was on his way back from his rounds when he had seen him, finishing unloading a box from a van for his family's bar: black hair kept long, puny physique, glasses that were far too big for his face and kept falling down his nose, floppy ears, and a downcast gaze. As soon as he had seen him he had stopped, waited for the other man to notice him, and then gave him a quick nod in the direction of the park before trotting into it. After five minutes he had seen him coming and, quickly taking his hand, had dragged him to their usual spot, away from prying eyes. As soon as he had been sure they were alone he had turned around and pulled down his shorts, revealing his sweaty ass from the run he had just taken.
"Come on, boy, get busy. Be warned, however, that I'm particularly sweaty today and will need an even more thorough bath than usual," and then slapped himself making his huge rear wobble.
On seeing it Alex swallowed, pulling his glasses up over his nose: no matter how many times he saw it, Mr. Simon's ass always put him in awe. He was convinced that all it would take was one wrong move and it could easily cause him a concussion. Nevertheless, he nodded and knelt down, then brought his hands to his buttocks and separated them, partially revealing his asshole. He stuck out his tongue and put his face in between, taking to nuzzling and licking, being enveloped in the smell of sweaty, unwashed private parts. As soon as he felt the tongue against his skin Simon took to moaning as he slumped back against the tree and took to urging him on in a low tone.
That was the best part of his day: having his ass eaten by a teenager his son's age in the middle of the city park, only a few feet from the street. If they made too much noise or were not careful enough anyone could have discovered them.
The man threw his ass out a little more to allow better access to the other and felt his tongue penetrate him with a liquid sound. A shiver went up his spine as a dumb smile formed on his face.
And to think that their first meeting had happened by pure luck: one day, simply, Simon had decided to take a different route than his usual one for his morning run and had happened to catch a glimpse of Alex helping to set up the bar for that morning. He had almost unknowingly slowed his run to a stop, his eyes lost behind the younger man. Then suddenly he had raised his head and their eyes had met. At that point the man had realized that he had stopped in the middle of the road and, awkwardly, had resumed running. However, the memory of that young man with blue eyes continued to haunt him, to the point that he had decided to keep that lap in his routine. Things had gone on like that for a while, between stolen glances and quick greetings, until he had taken courage in his two hands and approached him. It wasn't like he was a middle school girl on her first crush, for fuck's sake. One thing led to another, and Simon had invited him to check out his gym, then forced him to accept. Perhaps his instincts told him that the younger man might be a future champion? When he had arrived he had quickly realized that he was not made for any kind of sport and was ready to forget about him, yet he had reconsidered when he had seen him naked in the locker room: he did not even know how he had managed to contain such a big cock in his shorts without tearing them! It was the longest one he had ever seen-and, owning a gym, dicks do come up-and it was also quite big. He couldn't take his eyes off it, and suddenly he had felt a discomfort in his rear area. From there things had become a strange dance in which, in the end, Simon had managed to get what he wanted: for the younger man to put that huge rod in his ass and fuck him mercilessly.
As time went on they had managed to get into a routine of their own and had taken to being more adventurous, and Simon had discovered another thing he loved: having his ass eaten by Alex. The younger man had a natural talent with his tongue that turned him into a moaning mess just longing to be filled with his cock and nothing more.
Alex broke away and took a deep breath, running a hand over his mouth to clean himself. That breakaway brought the trainer back down to earth. The man turned his head and looked at him displeased, "Why did you stop?"
"I-I'm sorry Mr. Simon, it's just...I couldn't breathe," the younger man apologized, readjusting his glasses.
The man only grunted, "Whatever, never mind that, also because we risk being late if we don't hurry, so let's get to the important stuff."
Alex nodded and stood up, unbuckling the belt of his already tight jeans. He lowered his boxers and released his cock to the air, hard and ready to be used. The man's eyes sparkled as he saw it and he bent even more in a clear invitation. The student swallowed and murmured, "Here I go..." and then grabbed his hip with one hand to hold it steady, pointed the tip toward the entrance with the other, and finally, with one last breath, gave a thrust and penetrated him.
Simon arched his head, a choked "mph!" escaping his mouth as he bit his lower lip. He felt full to bursting, yet he knew the other had probably not even reached halfway. Alex took another breath, pulled his hips back slightly, and then gave another stroke, driving more of his rod into the other.
Slowly the two entered in a steady rhythm, with Alex trying to fuck the man deeper and deeper with each stroke, and Simon eagerly welcoming him inside, the only sounds coming from his lips being moans and muffled sounds of pure pleasure.
There, that was why he loved his morning jog! He loved being fucked like that, being brutalized like that by the cock of a young man half his age. And the fact that this was someone he could easily break in half if he wanted to-the thought that someone so frail and weak could subdue him in that way sent him into pure ecstasy.
In the meantime Alex had taken to going faster and faster until, with one decisive blow, he penetrated him completely, reaching all the way to the base.
The feeling of that python so deep inside him made him see the stars, and with a half roar Simon came, spraying white against the bark of the tree in front of him. On feeling him clench against his own cock Alex also came, depositing his dose of milk inside the older man. The two stood still catching their breath for a couple of minutes, then the man let it out and, carefully, pulled his pants back up over his big ass, then winked at him with a knowing look, "Thanks a lot kid, that was just what I needed. I really have to go now though, I don't want to worry the missus and the boys. Catch you soon, I hope," and, limping slightly, he walked away.
Alex watched him leave before quickly zipping up his pants, his face red with shame, and hurrying back home as well, as usual feeling embarrassed about what he had just done.
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Butch burped before wiping his mouth with his arm, "He keeps bugging the fuck out of me, however, I must say he has become less of a pain in the ass than usual recently. I guess jogging helps him with stress, go figure..."
At that moment another small group of people passed by, busy chatting among themselves. In passing one tripped and lightly bumped his arm against the back of the red-haired boy sitting at the table.
"Oh, I'm sor...--as soon as he turned around and saw him he turned completely white--R-Ryan, I swear I didn't do it on purpose, I'm sorry."
The bully jumped off the bench and approached. From the height of his five foot three inches he grabbed the other guy's lapel, who was definitely bigger than him, and pulled him down to him, snarling at him with his face inches from his own, "Be more careful where you go, loser, you almost made me drop my chips on the floor."
The victim was literally shaking, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just that I didn't see you and..." as soon as he uttered those words he realized his mistake and went silent.
Ryan narrowed his eyes, "Was that a comment about my height?"
"N-no! I swear it wasn't!" he tried to defend himself in a shrill voice.
"You just said I am short, I heard you. You obviously don't care about your teeth," and he pulled back his fist.
The poor guy had closed his eyes, ready for the beating, but his hand was promptly stopped by Daniel, who commented placidly, "Ryan, let's not cause a scene. I'm sure it's all a misunderstanding. Come on, let him go."
The shorter man turned toward him, but finally huffed and let him go, shoving him and almost knocking him on the ground, "Whatever you say, boss. And you're lucky, runt, but I promise if I find you in my way again I'll rip you throat using my teeth," he growled, pointing his finger at him.
The little group shuffled away fearfully as Ryan went back to sitting and eating.
Butch laughed, "Oh, is our little Chihuahua in a bad mood?"
The other glared at him before giving him the middle finger, "'Fuck you, Butch. Just because you're tall doesn't mean I can't make you my bitch if I want to."
"Uuuh, scary, wanna bet?"
Ryan was already ready to pounce on him but they were stopped again by Daniel's cold voice, "Enough."
Instantly they froze and went back to their business, muttering a not very convinced "sorry, Danny" and "sorry, boss". The blond sighed bringing a hand to his forehead before turning his gaze to the shorter man again, "Butch is right, though. You're more tense than usual, did something happen?"
"It's nothing, it's just that my parents have taken to bugging me about my grades, saying that I absolutely have to improve them if I want to hope to get into a good college or some other shit like that, fuck off!" and he banged his hand hard against the tabletop.
He picked up another chip, looked at it for a while, and squeezed it between his fingertips, "Which by the way, my dad keeps saying these things like he actually cares. If he really cared about my school career then he would be interested in something else about me besides my grades. The other day I tried to go see him to ask him something, but his secretary told me he was busy and wasn't seeing anyone. I'm your son, you piece of shit, you don't even have time for me? What's more important than that?"
3 days earlier, just after lunch...
Alex was sitting on the desk, his hands clutching the plastic surface, his head looking down completely red, his breathing quickened. Between his legs, held wide open by two hands, a man's head was bobbing up and down, swallowing his cock as if his own life depended on it, his eyes closed, his mouth making obscene sucks doing very little to try not to be heard.
The man in question was named Anthony, his once bright red hair now sparse and tending much more toward yellowish, and at the moment it was completely disheveled by the movements of his head. The rugged physique of someone who spent most of his day sitting at a desk was tight in his sweaty shirt, his jacket abandoned somewhere on the floor of the room, his tie undone.
Alex bit his lip as the man swallowed his cock until it almost disappeared down his throat. Spittle trickled down the edges of the man's lips as his tongue eagerly licked Alex's cock, the steady, focused gaze of a man with a mission. He would be able to swallow him whole that day!
He let his lips go forward some more, convinced he was going to make it, but he had to stop himself when he felt he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a choked cry and began to let out with a liquid suck the cock that then stood before him, hard and glistening. At that point he put his head underneath and took to licking and sucking his balls, to comfort himself for his failure.
"M-Mr. Anthony, aha, I haven't washed there yet," Alex tried to stop him, but was interrupted by a glare from the man.
He made to open his mouth to answer him when they were cut off by the voice of the secretary through the intercom, "Sir, your son is here and would like to see you."
Anthony, still annoyed by his recent failure, reached out and pressed to reply, "Margareth, I told you I didn't want to be disturbed, by anyone."
"I know sir, it's just that I thought since it was your son..."
"I said no one, I'm busy," and once said he closed the channel.
After doing so he looked up at Alex and commented, "Move over, it's time to switch places."
Alex got down on shaky legs and the man leaned his chest against the desk, then lowered his formal pants and underwear and exposed his fat ass to the air. Without wasting any time he brought both hands to his buttocks and parted them, then turned to him, "Come on, get busy, that then I have to get back to work. Fill me up with your divine cock."
Alex only nodded and positioned himself behind the man, pointed his spit-stained cock at his ass and plunged it in. Anthony emitted a half stifled "mph," however, quickly letting go after the other man's pounding.
Being one of the top dogs at one of the biggest companies in town was a stressful job, and the stress increased even more when dealing with a family like his, which always demanded that he thought of everything and did not seem to be the least bit appreciative of his efforts. Until a few months earlier, Anthony had even been on the verge of filing for a divorce when Alex walked into their office. He was a part-timer who was working for the café they had asked to bring in food and for some reason had intrigued him. Perhaps it was because he was so different from his son, so polite and quiet and gave the idea of being a hard worker, as opposed to his rowdy and rude first-born, the fact is that he had struck up a conversation and soon had struck up a sort of friendship with the younger man, even inviting him for a drink together one evening after work. On that occasion Anthony had gotten drunk and revealed all his frustrations to the other, and then, seeing that he was so understanding and listened to him with such patience and participation, he had simply kissed him. One thing led to another, and he had dragged him into the bar bathroom and discovered that although he was so skinny and pathetic to look at, he had the right size where it counted, and in the throes of alcohol the two had had their first time together.
From then on they had maintained a certain composure when seeing each other, but the man continued to feel the need to have the other man's python inside him, and whenever he had the chance he would call him into his office to get fucked as hard as he could. The benefit was that, with the regular sex he now had, he was no longer so frustrated, and things between him and the rest of the family had worked out.
He loved losing all control and handing it over to the younger man, feeling that he was being treated like an office whore. In his mind he fantasized about being an ordinary failed employee who was giving his ass with regularity to a younger, more capable man to get a promotion. In his delusion when he was being fucked he also let out phrases such as 'punish me, sir', 'I am willing to do anything for you', 'I will continue to serve you, just please don't stop', 'I will give my ass to the whole office if you ask me' and 'I am your property, use me as you wish'.
Alex only partially heard the other man's words and didn't really understand their meaning, but he knew the man liked it when he took his half-loose tie and pulled it back, which he did in this case as well, while at the same time he gave a further thrust with his hips burying himself two-thirds of the way inside him, aided by the automatic arching of the older man's back, who upon hearing himself pulled emitted a stifled "aaah, yes, I'm your bitch".
Alex kept going back and forth forcefully until he muttered, " M-Mr. Anthony, I think I'm going to, I think I'm going to...!"
"Yes! Fill me up with your milk! Mark me all over! Cover me with your scent so the rest of the office knows I'm your loyal bitch!" exclaimed in his delusion Anthony, rejoicing when he felt Alex cum inside him with a hoarse cry and cumming in turn, wetting the under-desk completely white.
Once finished Alex leaned back against the man's back, completely out of breath, while underneath him Anthony was still a stuttering mess who seemed unable to think about anything but the fantastic fuck session he had just had.
Yes, if this was what he needed to keep his stress levels down and to continue leading a relaxed life with the rest of his family then it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
On his own, Alex still wondered how he had gotten caught up in such a situation.
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Ryan wiped his greasy fingers on his pants before grabbing one of the milkshakes they had ordered and starting to drink it loudly, his forehead still frowning with disappointment at the memories. His eyes landed on their table and on his friend still intent on texting someone. Instantly his lips curved into a grin full of mischief. He put down his drink and with swift hands picked up his cell phone, exclaiming a loud "Yoink!"
The other widened his eyes before snapping to his feet, "Hey, give it back now, dwarf!"
"Uuuh, so touchy, who were you texting with?" sneered Ryan as he watched the chat, Butch leaning over his shoulder in curiosity.
"Mindy? Who the fuck is Mindy? I thought you were seeing Samantha now," exclaimed the rugby player as he watched in amazement.
The other adjusted the shirt left open on his tight T-shirt before looking at them curling his lips in disgust, "You're thinking of the one from last month, the girl I'm seeing now is named Jessica, and as for Mindy she's simply someone I met this weekend at the mall, that's all."
The phone chimed with a notification and Ryan lowered his gaze before snickering, "I'd say more than just a friend," he cleared his throat and read out in falsetto, "'Oh, Enrique, I'm so excited about our date, I can't wait for Saturday,' and followed with a whole series of heart-shaped emoji, yuck."
"Give it back now," commented the Chilean coldly, extending his hand menacingly.
Ryan merely looked at him with a sneer of defiance as Butch began to chant in a low voice, "'Fight, fight, fight, fight.'"
For the umpteenth time it was Daniel who had to intervene, "Children, behave yourselves."
Ryan sighed and tossed the cell phone to the other, who took it back and delivered a rather colorful curse word in Spanish, judging by the sound.
Enrique sat back down and replied to the message as Daniel stared at him intrigued, "They're right though, why all this interest for a new fling? Not that it's anything strange for you, you change girlfriends once a month, but I thought things between you and Jessica were going well."
"Look, forget it - huffed the other, still with his face to the screen - Everything was going fine, but the day before yesterday right after swim practice we saw each other and she started making all these talk about introducing me to her parents, about college, about choosing where to go together and other crap like that. She's starting with the red flags."
"Does wanting to have a stable relationship means raising red flags?" asked Butch in curiosity.
The other glowered at him, "There's no such thing as a stable relationship, if that were the case my mother wouldn't have dumped my father by cheating on him with his best friend when he was deployed. If there's one thing I learned from that it's that true love doesn't exist and it's all bullshit."
"Wow, you need to see a therapist," commented only Ryan.
"Pott, kettle, have we met? When you work out your anger management issues and your Napoleon complex you can talk. Anyway, after she said those things I managed to slip away by telling her that there was my father waiting for me in the car to drive home. I still find it sucks that he won't let me drive it, but at least in this case he saved me. - he sighed in frustration and combed his hair with one hand, before putting his cell phone away and changing the subject, uncomfortable that it had come to such a topic - Speaking of the car: sometimes I find it absolutely unfair that he won't let me take it, he says I wouldn't know how to take care of it, but every single time, without fail, when I get in it after practice you can't breathe in it, I have to open the windows completely so I don't get teary-eyed. It's worse than the school locker room after gym class, I still wonder how it's possible. What the hell is he up to in there?"
2 days earlier, late afternoon...
Julio was leaning forward as he held onto the driver's seat with one hand, busy working his own ass and opening it with his fingers, moist with spit and lube. Behind him, sitting in the back seats of the car, Alex swallowed as he looked at the man's muscular ass just inches from his face and had a close-up of his fingers going in and out and churning it open as much as possible.
The inside of the machine smelled of sweat, cum, and poorly washed body parts, and the thing was going to the man's head, confusing him even more, his fingers digging deep, occasionally pressing his prostate and letting out another spray of pre from the tip of his cock, similar to a fountain.
When he was still serving in the army, he had learned that the absence of women could easily be overcome thanks to one's fellow soldiers, and one never said no to a hand or a mouth. Of course, everything that happened in the barracks stayed in the barracks, and Julio had always been clear about giving yes, taking no. He would not be found dead serving another man. Lending a hand to each other was one thing but that was all he would do, not least because he was married, so what was the point?
Of course, his beautiful fantasy had vanished when, having taken a surprise leave of absence, he had suddenly arrived home to find his wife in bed with his very own best friend. Obviously things had not turned out well and, after learning that she had already begun divorce proceedings, the two had separated after not even two months. He had come out devastated, but thank goodness he was so busy with work that he had not had a chance to think about it too deeply, venting his anger and energy in other ways. Things had gotten worse when he had been discharged and taken a job as a drill sergeant at the local military academy. The absence of a woman in his bed had begun to take its toll, and Julio refused to turn to whores-he had his own pride, he did! During those lonely days he thought back to his fellow soldiers and the help they provided each other and the desire grew within him. Then one day, by chance, passing through the neighborhood, he had passed a young man of perhaps eighteen, with large glasses and mussed black hair, so thin that a breath of wind would have been enough to blow him away. As far as he could see his neighbors must have hired him as a dog sitter or something, since he was practically being dragged away by six dogs, two of which were probably heavier than he was. He greeted him with a quick "good morning" before being whisked away. Julio had watched him leave and, without realizing it, had curved his lips into a half smile, the first in weeks. For some reason that little man had put him in a good mood, and even in the days that followed, when he happened to run into him again, it was bound to lift his day. He soon found out that his name was Alex and that he was doing odd jobs here and there to put aside some money. He had found that attitude admirable and soon ended up taking a liking to him, to the point that if he passed him and he didn't seem particularly busy and he wasn't in a hurry, he would stop to chat with him. Really a nice guy, polite and responsible no doubt about it. Unlike Enrique, whom he practically could only see in the mornings when he left the house and who would only speak to him to ask for money, which he then squandered on unnecessary expenses, often gifts for the current girl he was courting. And then he wondered why he did not think he was responsible!
One evening, while driving home, he passed him looking thoughtfully at his bike, which appeared to have a flat tire. He had stopped and offered to help, but after a few minutes it had started to pour. At that point the man had invited him to go to his house, not allowing no for an answer. The two of them had arrived safely, but on the way the younger man had gotten wet from head to toe, and in doing so his T-shirt and shorts had stuck to him like a second skin, nicely showing off his lean physique and, in particular, the swollen area of his package. It had taken him a couple of seconds to realize that his young friend was walking around with the heavy weaponry, and something inside him had convinced him that he had to see it. At that point he had offered him to take a shower and some clean clothes, then invited him to stay until the rain was over, they had settled down on the couch to chat, one thing led to another, and finally they had both found themselves completely naked in front of each other comparing their little soldier. The man's jaw almost dropped when he saw the other man's not-yet-hard cock. It was the biggest and thickest he had ever seen; it was a nonsense that someone so frail-looking would walk around with a caliber like that! At that point something had taken over him, and as much as he had always categorically refused to serve another man in any way, he had felt the primal need to feel it inside him. Without even waiting he had dropped to his knees and taken to blowing him. That single session had been the wildest and most pleasurable sex he had ever had; he had never cum so much, even with his ex-wife.
From then on, if he knew he was free, he would text him to ask to meet and the two of them would fuck. In particular, one of the man's favorite places was his car. That night it had been a coincidence, he had caught a glimpse of him on his way to pick up Enrique after swim practice and pulled up. It had taken him a while, but he had finally managed to convince him to get busy while the man waited for his son, even putting as an excuse that the pool was on the student's way home. And so, after dutifully preparing him-he always carried a bottle of lube in the car for such occasions-now he was getting busy so that he could finally quench the discomfort in his lower back that had been building since he had caught a glimpse of him.
He pulled his fingers out with a liquid suck and turned his head, smiling at him almost maliciously, "Are you ready, soldier?"
Alex nodded, "Y-yes, sir."
"Good, soldier, now let me show you how it's done," and, holding the monster firmly by the base with one hand, he sat on it.
He managed to get it halfway in as he raised his head and howled in pleasure. With both hands he grabbed the headrests of the seats in front of him and then, with a titanic effort, took to going up and down, bouncing on the other's cock.
Alex could just see the ass dancing in front of his eyes, which in doing so flaunted his sweaty smell directly into his nostrils as he breathed laboriously trying with all his might not to cum. He had soon discovered that Mr. Julio was insatiable, and that if he came too soon there was a risk that the man would leave him completely dry in his pursuit of pleasure, going on until he was satisfied, ignoring how many times he came.
The man meanwhile continued to ride him, his tongue left hanging out of his mouth. his dog tags jumping with a metallic clink against his generous pecs. He wondered why he had always been so reluctant about being a bottom, he had missed so many opportunities when he was in the military, and all for what? For that bitch who was ready to cheat on him the second his back was turned? To hell with her and her shitty lover! All the better for him, now he didn't have to listen to her tormenting him with her absurd demands and instead he enjoyed getting pounded by the biggest cock he had ever met. Even she would not be able to take him, he was sure, and it filled him with a certain pride. He had managed to beat her at that, too.
If only she could see him now, intent on being absolutely destroyed by another man their son's age. Surely she would have a heart attack to see her husband sweating and squealing like a pig in heat as he was filled to the point of bursting.
Those thoughts brought him more and more on the edge until, with one last mighty thrust, he fucked himself completely on the other, practically sitting on him, and felt his cock piercing his prostate. He came roaring, spurting his cum like a fountain. Thank goodness he had thoughtfully put on a condom to avoid getting the car dirty, and he filled it up nicely. Alex came in turn inside him, which caused further spurting from the man.
Julio was ready to ask for a second round when his eyes fell on the clock. He cursed aloud in Spanish, "In a few minutes Enrique will be here, you better leave. Your house is close by anyway, right?"
"Y-yes, Mr. Julio, don't worry."
The man rose from on top of him, the two of them put their clothes back on and cleaned up as best they could, then, before Alex left, the other drew him to himself and gave him a sloppy, wet kiss on the mouth.
When they parted he smiled at him, "So that you can remember the taste of me until our next meeting."
Alex only nodded, completely red in the face, and walked out, leaving behind a much more relaxed and happy Julio who was looking forward to his next meeting with the younger man.
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Enrique adjusted his clothes one last time and finally exclaimed, "However, if we actually decide to go to the party this weekend, who's driving? Because I refuse to get into any vehicle driven by Butch ever again."
"The truth is you're a boring little wuss who doesn't know how to have a good time," muttered the other with his mouth full, being blatantly ignored by the rest of the table.
The eyes of the rest of the group landed on the one element who had kept quiet all that time. Kevin sighed and muttered in a low, throaty voice, " I can ask my dad if he will let me use the car."
Cheers of celebration went up from the others, except from Butch, who told them all to fuck off, and Ryan punched him on the shoulder, "That's the way to do it, Kev. Let it not be said then that being a mechanic's son does no good."
The other merely grunted an assent. Several times his friends had taken advantage of the fact that his father had his own workshop to try to gain some favors for repairing their cars, not that it had ever really helped given the type that his father was, but besides that another thing that was appreciated was the fact that in one way or another, having always lived in contact with engines, Kevin had been the first among them to get a license and had become the official car driver of the group.
The young man turned toward Daniel, who merely nodded his head and smiled. The two had been best friends since they were children, however soon it became clear that their relationship consisted mainly of Daniel giving orders and Kevin blindly obeying without question. They almost fit the stereotype of a gangster with his loyal henchman ready to give his life for the boss. Despite these premises, however, there was absolute trust between the two, and if Daniel wanted something Kevin would do anything to please him.
The giant merely sighed as he pulled out his cell phone, "'I'd better send him a message already. He is always stressed these days and several times he comes home exhausted from work. Mom is worried, she's afraid he's exhausting himself, and my brothers and sisters are also starting to feel uneasy."
"I'm sorry to hear that, is there anything that can be done?" asked Daniel intrigued.
"Nah, it's one of those things that goes by periods. There are simply those weeks that, punctually, he comes home from work completely exhausted. I wonder what he does that always tires him out so much, locked as he is in his office all day."
The day before, afternoon...
Jerry took a deep breath and let the scent go to his head, knocking him out for a couple of seconds before he stuck out his tongue and took to licking and sucking. That was it, just like that, with a foot planted in his face and the feeling of the soles against his tongue, he felt truly happy.
Sitting on the couch in the man's office, his foot up and his shoes abandoned nearby, Alex watched the whole scene, trying with all his might not to burst out laughing because of the tickle from the man's beard. He had walked into the workshop that day to ask the mechanic how his father's car repair was going. He had been greeted by the huge owner, his overalls left open over an old tank top soiled with grease and barely containing his prominent belly, a wrench and cloths tucked into his belt, his face frowning as always in a gruff expression under the black disheveled beard, his balding glistening from sweat. The man had merely stared at him before ordering only "in my office, now" and then preceding him. Swallowing, Alex had done as instructed, but as soon as he had stepped inside the man had picked him up and thrown him down on the couch, then skillfully removed one of his shoes, then brought it up to his face and took a deep breath. The wrinkles in his face stretched and his shoulders relaxed: oh yes, that did calm him down.
The younger man swallowed and tried to protest, "Mr. Jerry, I had to walk all the way here, and it's very hot outside, I don't know if..."
"Shut up, that's even better," the man cut him off before dropping his shoe and concentrating on his foot. He took several deep breaths against the sock and then sucked greedily on it in several places before doing the same with the other foot, then got that annoying obstacle out of the way and took to concentrating on the real prize, and for the following minutes he concentrated on worshiping the younger man's feet, intoxicating himself with their taste and smell.
He had known Alex since he was a little boy, both because of his job, which put him in contact with every single resident of the neighborhood, and because he was the same age as his second son, Kevin, and the two had gone to school together since they were brats, but he had never really paid too much attention to the odd little boy, so shy and reserved and looking so weak. He was just a face in the crowd, or at least he had been until a few months earlier, when he had come in to take the car in for repairs and Jerry had had to stop for a second to make sure he was seeing right. He was almost cute, so nervous and self-conscious, and there was a certain beauty behind his smiles and lean face. The man's eyes then had landed, almost by accident, on his shoes, and he had seen that he was wearing a considerable size. And at that point he had told himself that he absolutely had to know if the old saying was true, the one about the things they said about men with big feet.
With a bit of talking, some pushing and flirting he had managed to get him where he wanted him, naked together with him in the locked office. And there he had had to agree with the folk wisdom. At that point he had sent all subtlety to hell and simply got down on his knees with the sole purpose of giving the other the best blowjob of his life. From then on, with some regularity, the two had taken to meeting. Obviously it wasn't that every time Alex showed up at the workshop he locked himself in the office with him to get fucked, by then all of his employees would have understood the kind of relationship between him and the boy, instead he only rarely did so, preferring to meet with him away from prying eyes. Another thing that had come out of those meetings was Jerry's unexpected fascination for his feet. Up to that point he had judged anyone with a foot fetish to be a weirdo out of his mind, but once he had had Alex's delicious hams in front of him and after tasting them for the first time he understood everything.
The man grabbed Alex by the ankles and rubbed his beard against the soles of his feet, sticking out his tongue to lick them as much as he could and inhaling deeply with his nose to hold that divine aroma inside him.
Alex merely tried with all his might to restrain himself from making a sound, aware that at any moment one of the other mechanics could pass in front of the door and hear them, and the mere thought of being found in such a situation filled him with a feeling of shame.
Finally Jerry removed the other man's feet from his face and looked at him with piercing eyes, "Good, now fuck me."
Direct, no nonsense, straight to the point, that's how Jerry was, no matter how much Alex kept blushing every time he said something like that. The man got him up and then threw his weight down on the couch, making the springs squeak dangerously, lay down on his stomach and opened his legs slightly, then turned his head, staring at him impatiently.
Alex swallowed again and positioned himself on top of him. The difference in build between the two was a ridiculous thing, had the positions been reversed the student would have been crushed by the other's considerable weight. He rested one hand on the man's shoulder and lifted himself up a little, after which he gave his cock a couple of strokes and then pointed it downward and without much fuss proceeded to penetrate the man.
A grunt of surprise came out of Jerry's mouth, muffled by one of his hands, which snapped to stifle further indiscretion. He always forgot how big Alex actually was, and each time he remembered when he was now half inside him. By his own account the young man pulled himself up and let himself fall back down, assisted by gravity in his task of impaling the mechanic. Things continued to go on like this for a while longer, with Alex slowly but relentlessly plunging into him with his spear and Jerry striving with all his might not to make any sound that would make any casual listener aware of his current state of pleasure.
At one point the man couldn't take it any longer, he felt he was on the verge of going mad, and his eyes snapped to see if they could find something, anything, that might serve as an improvised gag for his situation. His eyes fell on Alex's abandoned socks and he lit up. His hand snapped, he picked them up, balled them up, and stuffed them into his mouth. Obviously in doing so his face was again struck by the younger man's salty smell and taste, at which point he completely let loose in moans and groans. Meanwhile, the student continued with his task, and soon he was able to get it all in. He raised his head to see how Jerry was doing, but saw him slumped against the couch cushions, his eyes out of phase, an expression of pure ecstasy on his face, and something poking out of his mouth. Since he did not seem to protest he took to fucking him, with slow, methodical movements.
The mechanic barely responded to the prodding, his brain now in overdrive from the pleasure, with only grunts to indicate that he was still in his senses when Alex hit his prostate.
After a few minutes squeezed in the older man's cave Alex came, filling him with cum. He remained still against his sweaty back panting, then stood up and, carefully, got off of him. The idea was strange to him but he thought the other had not cum, but then, looking closely, he saw that a small puddle of jizz had formed on the couch near the man's cock. Evidently he had cum due to the constant stimulation on his part. Seeing, however, that he still seemed to be lost in his own world, Alex quickly changed, having however to give up his socks, which he could not find anywhere, and apologized to the man, telling him that he absolutely had to go and to let him know for his father's car, before leaving him there, with his ass from which a small stream of his freshly deposited hot cum was still flowing out.
When he was almost to the exit he nearly bumped into Kevin. Alex paled instantly, but the classmate merely stared at him dismissively before grunting a greeting and continuing on his way. The young man let a sigh of relief slip out: admittedly, taken alone, Kevin had never done anything to him; it was only the harmful presence of his friends, and Daniel in particular, that turned him into a torment to him.
However, he did not want to risk his luck: even someone like him might be upset if he found out that he had just finished banging his father in his office. With this last thought he turned around and ran away, determined to put as much distance between himself and the workshop as possible.
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Kevin put his cell phone away and turned to Daniel, " By the way, Alex came by the workshop the other day."
Immediately the mood froze at the table as three more pairs of eyes shifted to the duo. The blond man, on the verge of drinking his soda, was stuck, the straw inches from his lips. He put it down with deadly calm on the table and asked, "What was he doing?"
"According to what my dad told me, he had to check some things for his dad's car that is at our place."
Daniel nodded and took a distracted look upward, lost in who knows what thoughts.
Many who knew him wondered two things about Daniel Monroe Jr. The first was, how did someone like him keep that set of hotheads in check and be respected and, in fact, almost feared by them? In this case the answer was first and foremost the young man's charisma, which made him the teacher's pet and the darling of the whole school, which well turned a blind eye to what he was doing, branding them as mere "childish jokes". With his winning smile and calm, calculated words he had managed to earn the respect and admiration of those four stragglers who, some before - like Kevin who had known him practically since grade school - some after - like Enrique who had made his acquaintance only during his first year of high school - had ended up revolving around him, like planets around the Sun. In addition to this, Daniel's family was to be taken into account: the son of Daniel Monroe Sr., a successful lawyer, and Alicia Monroe, who was gradually climbing the ladder of political power in their city, he had on his side not only a pretty good fortune, but a bright future whether he wanted to follow his father's career or his mother's. In short, it was common knowledge that anyone who went up against any member of the Monroe family was destined to have no easy life in that city.
The second question, on the other hand, was the reason for the young man's animosity toward Alex. The two had been in the same class since grade school, and when they were younger those who used to be their childhood friends still remembered that they got along very well - not that anyone would go around saying so, for fear that Daniel would overhear them and send one of his gang to take care of them, as if he was some sort of TV show mob boss. If someone had had the courage to ask him Daniel would have simply replied that he found it funny to humiliate and terrorize him, that's all, nothing more, nothing less. However, if one could have gone deeper, they would have discovered that the reason for that hatred was nothing more than sheer jealousy mixed with envy. Alex had never treated him differently; he did not recognize him as a member of the Monroe family and was not frightened by his name and power; moreover, he dared to be the only person who surpassed him in academics. Whenever there was a competition within the school the only thing Daniel aimed for was to beat Alex, but promptly the other would prove superior to him, relegating him to second place, and he could not accept that. Not to mention that he then had a family who adored him and spent time with him, celebrating his successes, while his parents the only thing they told him was that he could have done better and that next time they expected a higher result, and then went back to focusing on their own successful careers.
It was unfair that someone so physically insignificant, a babbling geek who stuttered in public and couldn't say two sentences in a row without blushing had such a loving family and was getting such good grades.
There was no other reason for him to resent him. The fact that he had persuaded his father to hire him to clean the pool and to look after the house occasionally was because he enjoyed the idea that he worked for him, that he could treat him as he pleased, and Alex could say nothing to him. He had him in his power. It meant absolutely nothing when he stood in his room or spied on him working, watching him cleaning the pool, his wet T-shirt clinging to his body giving a see-through effect and his wet shorts perfectly highlighting every curve of his body. The fact that he was watching him and jerking off in the meantime, one hand on his cock the other pinching his nipple, was only because he was aroused by the idea of seeing him humiliated and not because his eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the swollen to bursting area of his crotch. And him having bought a dildo to use in the meantime when looking at him also was unrelated. He certainly did not imagine having Alex in bed brutally fucking him, filling him to breaking point and treating him like a whore, punishing him for his years of bullying, acting like he was the boss in his own house, brutalizing him until he was addicted to his big cock and until the inside of his ass was completely white from Alex's cum.
He had never, ever had such fantasies!
Finally he shifted his gaze back to the small group and saw that they were all watching him full of expectation.
"Well?" he asked in a stone-cold tone, quickly causing the bunch of half-thugs to look away.
Daniel sighed and adjusted his hair.
Alex... Who knows what he was doing? If he wasn't wrong that afternoon he should have been working at his very own house. He huffed, maybe it was best if he stayed out with his friends and saw as little of him as possible for that day, he would let his father take care of him.
In that same moment...
The Monroe's gigantic mansion was probably one of the most beautiful buildings in the city, with an immense garden, a personal basketball court and a dream pool, all always perfectly manicured. At the time, Alicia Monroe was busy running the campaign for the upcoming election, while Daniel Jr. was out with friends. The only resident remained the patriarch, the famously successful lawyer Daniel Monroe Sr. The man, whose size was proportional to his personality, was mainly known for being as ruthless in real life as he was in work life; he would not let anyone stop him and whatever lawsuits and trials he faced he was almost sure to win. Not helping to diminish his gloomy reputation were stories that he was involved with local mobs and the city's most prominent families, which was why his wife had also had such a brilliant political career and why the family could afford such an expensive lifestyle.
Daniel Monroe Sr. commanded respect and attention the second he entered a room: perfectly groomed salt-and-pepper hair, beard trimmed to the millimeter to highlight his square facial features and prominent jawline, his well-placed physique highlighted to perfection by the designer suit prepared specifically for him without a single crease or wrinkle, his iron-gray eyes peering into the soul of anyone who looked at them. A stern, all-around man whom it was best to keep away from and whom no one would be able to tame. Everything was perfectly calculated for Monroe Senior: he had married his wife because it was convenient, and the two of them were conducting a marriage without too much trouble, both of them aware of each other's private lives and aware that everything had to be kept under wraps and they had to appear perfectly untouchable on the surface; his son, Junior, would follow in his footsteps, studying law and, in the distant future, inheriting his law firm and clientele and then perhaps going into politics like his wife, he too would enter into a marriage of convenience and continue the traditions.
His plans were perfect and nothing would divert him from what was really important.
Or at least those had been the man's initial plans, until his son had insisted that they hire a pathetic nameless young man as their new poolboy, with a name that sounded familiar from when his son was in kindergarten or something. The second Daniel Sr. saw him his entire glass castle, so carefully constructed over the years, shattered.
At that moment, no one was tending to the magnificent garden or the house's swimming pool. The lower floor was empty, and the door to Monroe Senior's office had been left open, revealing an empty room. The only sound to be heard throughout the mansion was a regular creaking noise, accompanied by what sounded like slaps, coming from the younger Monroe's room.
Lying on his back on his son's bed, legs spread wide, Daniel Sr. stared at Alex's concentrated face above him, his right leg over his frail shoulder, his left leg held slightly up by the other's arm, as the student's huge cock opened him wider and wider. His hard cock left traces of pre and cum spreading all over his stomach as the young man's hips went back and forth, impaling him and hitting him in the prostate from time to time.
As soon as Alex had shown up that afternoon Daniel Sr. had waited for his wife to leave, then waited ten minutes to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, at which point he had gotten up, put on a speedo that covered virtually nothing, put on a robe purposely left open, and got out. As planned he had found the young man busy cleaning the pool. Stopping at the window door he had watched him for a couple of minutes, reveling in the sight of that body, then had come out and greeted him politely. The other had turned to return the greeting but had immediately blushed and looked away at seeing him dressed like that, making him chuckle. He was really cute, there was nothing to be done about it. At that point the man had calmed him down by telling him to continue his work while he got some sun. He had walked over to a lawn chair, lasciviously removed his robe by slipping it off, and then lay down, purposefully laying down on his stomach so that if the other guy turned around, and Daniel knew he would, what he would see would be his inviting ass with the speedo firmly planted in the middle of his ass cheeks, which instead of covering him made him even more erotic to look at.
He waited about a good five minutes so that Alex would calm down a bit, and then stood up and called him to himself, asking if he could give him a hand that he had forgotten to put on sunscreen. When Alex had approached him the man smiled quietly and then gave him his toned back inviting him to get busy, which the student did with trembling hands. Daniel Sr. could not hold back a shiver of pleasure when he felt the younger man's gentle fingers on his skin. When he finished, he turned and thanked him.
"N-no need to thank me, Mr. Monroe, I only did what I had to do."
"Oh, but I do want to thank you, and it's a very special thanks," at which point he grabbed his wrist and pulled him to himself, making his lips meet his own. After a few seconds they were already making out. Alex had resisted at first but soon gave in to the urge, making him grin.
They had been playing that little game for months now, in which every time they saw each other the man would seduce him and then convince him to fuck him like there was no tomorrow. Not all the time, there were days when he was so frustrated and in such need of having a cock up his ass that he would simply order him to join him inside the house and greet him with his legs spread and a blunt order to make him his, which Alex always carried out. Most of the time, however, the man could enjoy that little act that so excited him. He broke away from him and then got up and headed toward the house. Once at the doorway he turned his head and smiled at him, "It's too hot to work, come inside, I'll give you something to cool you down."
The young man gulped again and followed him. Like a sort of Alice following the white rabbit once inside he had seen him go up the stairs, and once at the top enter a side room toward the end of the hallway. When he reached it he took a look around and paled when he realized where they were: it was Daniel Junior's room, his personal bully and the man's son, and judging by the fact that he was already waiting for him lying on the mattress with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, the other seemed to have every intention of fucking him on his bed.
Alex froze at that prospect and paled. The man merely smiled at him and motioned him to come closer, "Come on in. Junior won't be home for several more hours, and I'll change the sheets afterwards so there won't be a single clue left. Come on, don't tell me you don't want your prize," and he turned around, showing off his generous rear, pulling on a string of the speedo and making it echo with a sharp snap against his side.
Alex took a deep breath, still torn, but when the man took to moving his hips back and forth, jiggling his butt cheeks, the body got the better of any kind of sense of guilt, and the young man stepped forward.
When he saw him approaching Daniel Sr. grinned and moved his swimsuit slightly, partially exposing his ass cheeks, "There's a nice surprise waiting for you, why don't you check it out?"
Confused Alex knelt down and separated the two buttocks with his hands. Blushing, he saw the end of a butt plug firmly planted in the man's hole. The latter smiled, "I've had it on since this morning. I had to get ready if I wanted to be ready to welcome your monster. But now I'd say the wait is over. Come on, get your shovel out and enjoy your prize," and he wiggled his buttocks again, causing a whiff of sweat and unwashed privates to reach Alex's face, confusing him.
The young man swallowed but eventually held the two globes apart with one hand as he reached out with the other and, carefully, pulled out the butt plug. First slowly then with some effort before he let it out with a resounding "pop," accompanied by a moan of pleasure from the man. Alex looked at the toy in his hand: it was huge, it seemed impossible to him that he had been walking around all day with such a thing up his ass and no one had noticed. He turned his gaze to the man's ass and saw the hole, moist and open, winking at him, calling loudly to him and begging to be filled.
Daniel Sr. struggled to turn around and threw himself flat on his back, pulled his legs up and grabbed them by the backs of his knees, exposing himself completely to the younger man. He raised his head and gave him a grin, before merely ordering, "Fuck me."
Alex simply nodded nervously. He stood up and took off his pants and boxers, which did little to hide the giant tent, remaining only in his sweaty T-shirt and sneakers. He walked over and climbed onto the bed, making it squeak slightly.
He pointed the tip at the entrance but turned back to the man, "Are you sure? I mean, without lube it could be..."
"I don't give a damn about lube. I've been dreaming about that python inside me for days, there are mornings when I wake up with a hard-on that kills me because I spent the whole night dreaming about you destroying me until I was unrecognizable. I have spent the last few days listening to my wife barking and my son being nothing but a disappointment. All this time the only thing I wanted was your cock up my ass, and you're going to give it to me now, immediately," growled the other, opening his legs even wider and throwing his ass out.
Alex only nodded and did as he was told: he aimed and pierced the man with his spear, reaching almost two-thirds of the way in. A moan of pure pleasure escaped the man's lips, such that if they had neighbors they surely would have heard it. The student took a deep breath and slowly began to move his hips back and forth.
After a minute the man looked up at him, "What are these sissy strokes? Fuck me like a real man, make me your personal whore. I just want to be your cumdump and nothing else."
Alex nodded and took to intensifying the pounding. Within minutes Daniel Senior, the stern and relentless lawyer, the terror of the courtrooms, one of the most powerful men in the entire city, had turned into a moaning mess, a bitch in heat who just wanted to be filled, a mindless hole whose only purpose in life was to accommodate Alex's cock inside him.
On his own Alex was trying with all his might to resist and not cum right away, and most of all he was trying to push out of his mind the thought that he was fucking the father of his personal bully in his room and in his bed, the same place where he was going to sleep in a few hours. It was so messed up on so many levels....
The man's legs moved and wrapped him by the hips, pulling him forward and causing him to lose his balance, thus causing him to end up against his hairy chest. The lawyer's arms drew him to himself, pinning him in place, and he lifted his face before taking to sloppily making out with him, keeping him pinned to himself through his arms and legs. On his account Alex kept his hips rocking back and forth, now completely inside him, in quick, dry, brutal movements that made him moan against his lips.
With all that pressure, it took a short time for them to cum, first Daniel because of the other man's constant prodding against his prostate and the rubbing of his lean body against his own cock, then Alex, who came because of the contractions of the other man's asshole, completely intoxicated by the masculine smell emanating from his body. He didn't want to admit it, but despite the continuous sex sessions of those days, Alex was quite repressed, and he came so much that he deposited so much milk inside the man that some of it also came out of his asshole.
When they pulled away, they stared into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds, then Alex pulled his own cock out of the other, releasing a full-blown flood of cum that went on to stain Junior's sheets, before collapsing at the man's side. He had done it; he had just fucked his personal bully's father on his bed in his room, invited by the man himself to do so. It was such a surreal and far-fetched experience that he still did not know how to react.
By his own account Daniel Sr. was enjoying a moment of post-fuck ecstatic peace, a dumbfounded smile on his face. Lying on his son's bed he could feel the stored cum pouring out, his hole so wide open that it was impossible to stop it, his whole body was sticky and sweaty from the mixture of sweat and cum decorating it, his perfectly manicured hair and unblemished beard were unrecognizable, his gray out-of-phase eyes could not hide the fact that what he had had was the best fuck of his life.
He took a deep breath and congratulated himself internally: like he imagined fucking on Junior's bed had been a great idea. He had begun to get sick of his bed and the other corners of the house; that new place gave a taste of the forbidden unlike any other. They absolutely had to do it again.
He slowly turned his head and guided his face to his own, tenderly taking to making out with the other.
Inside he thanked his son once again for doing something right and introducing him to that stud. He had never been happier in his life.
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The sun was now setting when Daniel Jr. returned home. He closed the front door and let out a quick "I'm home" to announce himself. As he had imagined, no response came to him. He walked up the stairs and saw that the study door was closed and he huffed. Obviously his father was still working, figure he had time to come and greet his only son or ask him how his day had gone.
Puffing, he headed for his room. Absentmindedly he noticed that the sheets had been changed, probably the cleaning lady had done it, threw his backpack toward a corner of the room, and threw himself lying on his back on the bed.
After a couple of minutes he grimaced as his nostrils caught an unpleasant smell of sweat and something else he could not quite place. Perhaps it was time for him to go take a shower. He got up, changed quickly, remaining completely naked, and headed for the bathroom. As he passed he cast one last glance toward the study: no luck, the door continued to remain closed.
He huffed: after all, what else could he expect. Her father was such a square and boring guy, with nothing exciting happening in his life.
He honestly hoped he would never become so boring and average like him or the rest of his friend's fathers. He'd rather die than have such a dull life.
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