Caution: The following story is a work of fiction. It contains sex between two people who should know better. Any resemblance of the characters or the events depicted in this story to real life is purely coincidental. If you are not allowed to read this kind of material for any valid reasons, please do not continue further. Always practice sex safety. I am 21 years old. I live in Austin, TX with my boyfriend/husband/whatever you call it of five years. I am originally from Monterrey, MX. Arriba El Norte! If you send me an email, tell me where you are from! Check out my other stories, What Jamie Bought under adult youth and Aniel and Guillo under Authoritarian
v - Zander Gets Fucked - v
I slipped off my boxer briefs, and stood in front of him. He was stretched out on the bed, staring over my body.
"Turn around, slowly," he said, twirling a finger at me. I blushed, but did a slow 180, and felt his eyes piercing my skin.
"Come over to me, let me see those beautiful green eyes," he told me, and I obeyed. I crawled onto the bed, and straddled his tummy, sitting back onto him as he rubbed my legs.
"You're so beautiful, such soft white skin," he said, sitting up to kiss me. His cock poked up against my hole, and I raised myself, holding it against my ass
"Mmm beautiful baby boy," he said with a laugh, "I am going to have so much fun with you." His hands wandered over my body slowly, sending shivers through me. He lifted my body off of his, and turned me around. He began eating my ass as I licked up and down his hard 7" cock. My own hard 5" cock hung between my legs and he pulled at it lightly.
His tongue explored inside me exciting every inch of my body. I was so ready to pop, but he took his hand off of my cock, and began sliding a finger inside me. He pulled a small bottle of lube from the side table, poured a large drop onto his finger, and then plunged it into my hole sending a warm tingly sensation through my ass. I started to breathe heavily, bobbing up and down on his cock as fast as I could take it. Soon, I Felt another finger work inside me.
"This pussy is so tight," he exclaimed, "You are going to take a lot of work."
I continued sucking on him, feeling the tip hit the back of my throat. Finally, his two fingers slid comfortable inside me, and begin to work around, loosening me up. He found my special spot, and my cock went totally rigid, threatening to spew all over his chest.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up," I said, taking my mouth off his tool momentarily. He pulled back and slowed down, but it was too late. I felt my cock shake and warm cum begin to spray all over him. I pulled off his cock yelling "OH YEAH, FUCK YEAH!!!!" He rammed his fingers back into me, finger fucking me fast and hard as I kept spraying all over his chest. It was intense, and I yelled for a good two minutes as he continued fingering me furiously.
I crawled off of him, and licked every spot of cum from his chest. He kept his fingers in my ass, fucking fast as I finished cleaning his chest.
"Ok, lay down," he commanded, "Daddy's going to fuck you."
He got off the bed, and positioned me so that I was flat on my back with a pillow under my head. He lifted my legs all the way to my chest, and I put them behind my arms to hold them back. My ass lifted off of the bed, ready for a perfect landing. He reached into the bedside table and took out a condom. He tore into the package and rolled it over his meat. He squirted a few more drops of the lube, and then sank into me, pressing the tip of his cock to my hole. It went in with a pop, and was a tight fit. I looked up at him with terror in my eyes, and he leaned in to kiss me.
"It's ok baby, I ain't gonna hurt you. You're just so fuckable," he said reassuringly. Slowly, inch by inch, he worked his cock inside me until I felt his pubes brush up against my ass. We stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing wildly as my cock got hard again. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, and began fucking me fast. The force pushed my body up the bed, and my head hit against the headboard. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, rubbing the top of my head, and smiling.
I started jerking on my cock, but he grabbed my hands and held them above my head, ramming into me over and over again. My cock rubbed against his tummy as his body pressed down on mine.
"Damn you're so tight. It feels so good. Yeah baby, you like how Daddy fucks your pussy, don't you?" He grinned and winked at me as I relaxed and let him take control of my body. He let go of my hands, and I wrapped them around his back, holding on as he kept sliding in and out of me like a dog in heat. He kept calling me his bitch and telling me how good my "pussy" was. It was dirty, but it made me so hard. I smiled and told him how much I needed it. Finally, I felt my cock getting ready to cum again as it was massaged by the rhythm, of his tummy rubbing across it as he fucked me. I yelled out for him to fuck me harder as I began to spray another load of cum between our hot bodies.
The sensation of my cum caused my ass to squeeze around his cock sending him over the edge. Soon, his body tensed up and filled the condom that covered his cock. I felt his cock shaking inside me, bumping against my spot, sending shivers through me. This had been the longest I had ever been fucked, and it felt so great. I loved feeling helpless and controlled in his arms. He collapsed on top of me, kissing me passionately.
"Oh shit, that was awesome," he said, "Thank you." Thank you? What the fuck was that? He was such a dork, but so cute. He held his cock inside me, and rolled onto his back, holding me in place. I laid my head against his chest as he stroked my back, putting me to sleep.
We had just met that day. I was waiting for the bus on a cold November morning in front of the coffee shop. I looked down Westheimer, still no bus. Shit! I have twenty minutes to get to class which is ten miles down the road. The light at the corner turned red, and the endless stream of cars came to a stop. In front of me, a silver Lexus SUV stopped. The driver, a young blonde guy dressed in a suit, glanced over at me, and then did a double take and stared. He smiled, and I looked down, always shy. His window rolled down and he put the phone down, calling me over. I froze, not knowing what to do, and not wanting to get beat up.
"Hey, let me give you a ride, there is a wreck back at Dairy-Ashford, the bus is probably stuck for awhile," he called.
"No thanks," I said, but then it started sprinkling freezing cold rain, and I shivered. His light turned green and traffic began to move. He unlocked the doors and waved me inside. I decided to chance it, and hopped into his warm SUV.
"All right!" He said, "So where are we going today?"
"Um, U of H, is that ok? If not, you can drop me at another bus stop closer in," I said, staring at the interior of his car. Everything was leather and steel, I had never been in such a nice car.
"Oh, you're a student, eh? What's your name?"
"Zander, Zander Tate," I said quietly.
"I'm Aaron Lewis," he said, reaching over to offer me his hand. God was he cheesy!
The conversation kind of died after that as we inched along in traffic making our way past the Galleria. I stared at his body, he obviously worked out. He was just a few inches taller than me, but his pressed suit couldn't hide his chiseled arms and chest. He smelled like my favorite cologne, Huge no. 6. His car was empty except for a briefcase in the backseat, and a gym bag. Yep, he worked out. Finally, as he got onto the freeway, I made another attempt at talking.
"So do you always pick up strangers?" I laughed.
"No, actually you are the first, you just didn't look like you belonged at a Westheimer bus stop," he smiled at me.
"What does a Westheimer bus stop person look like?" I asked.
"Well, you have too many teeth first of all, and they are white, too white, plus you smell nice, and you weren't handing out bible tracts or sifting through the garbage can," he said quite seriously. We laughed for a few minutes, and then he started to get a little more personal.
"So what are you studying?" he asked.
"I'm working on a business degree, I have two years left. I graduate high school a year early, and moved out of my parent's house in Fort Bend," I elaborated more than the question necessitated.
"Oh, a smart one, how old are you?"
"18, but I will be 19 in two months, you?"
"You're just a baby, I'm 28," he said, patting me on the head.
"So what do you do?"
"I work for an oil company, accounting, very very boring, but it pays the bills. What about you? Any job? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Hey, haha, It's Houston!"
"No job," I said, "never a girlfriend. I like guys, but I don't really date much, with my classes and all."
Aaron slammed on his brakes, not from surprise, but because we had rounded a curve and traffic was stopped. His arm came over to me, pressing me tight against the seat.
"Sorry," he said, "Damned Houston drivers!"
He didn't take his arm off of my chest for almost two minutes, and he looked over at me as we inched our way down the Southwest Freeway.
"A cute little boy like you shouldn't have any problems finding someone," he remarked.
"What about you?" I inquired, since I had just opened up to him.
"Well, I... uh... I am single right now, yeah, so hey, we should hang out sometime. I just moved here. Maybe you could show me around. Are you busy tonight?"
"No, I have class until noon, and then the rest of the day off," I lied thinking I could skip out of my night study session and go hang out with this guy.
"Great, I get home about 5 today, so why don't I call you later? Here, put your number into my phone," Aaron commanded, handing me a small blue flip phone.
"Ok great," I said, and typed my phone number into his phone.
A few minutes later, he dropped me off in front of the library, and I walked past it to my class. I had the biggest goofiest grin on my face as I sat down in my Economics class. Shavon, my friend came in late and sat next to me as the professor droned on about some slides he had put up on the screen. After class, we walked to get lunch at the Union, and I told her all about the guy.
"That is so dangerous, Zander," she said, "You never get into a stranger's car. He could have killed you."
"Are you even listening to me? A hot guy, we are going out tonight," I said.
She was excited for me, but part of me knew that she had feelings for me, and never wanted to hear about guys I was going out with. We finished up, and I caught the bus home. I had a tiny one bedroom in a pretty decent complex way out Westheimer which, for those non Houstonians, is an endless boulevard with five lanes in each direction that is filled with endless clubs, two big malls, every restaurant known to man, and apartments as far as the eye can see. I made it home about 1, and clicked on my computer to check email. My phone rang about twenty minutes later. I answered, and it was Aaron.
"Hey Zander, I just wanted to see if this was your right number. Are you busy?"
"No, what's up?"
"Can I pick you up tonight at 7? Where do you live?"
"Yeah sure, do you know where the Supercheap bookstore at Briar West is? I live right behind that in those apartments. Brightonwood #2918"
"Great, I can't wait. I have been thinking about you since this morning. What kind of food do you like? Oh wait, I have the perfect place, then you can pick what we do after that. Ok? All right, I have to get back to work. I will call you when I get to your place."
We hung up, and I decided to walk down to the grocery store. I had an afternoon to waste. When I got back, I cleaned up my apartment, did a load of laundry down in the laundry room by the pool, and straightened up my bookshelves and DVD collection.
Finally, at 6, I started getting ready. I took a long hot shower, cleaning every inch of my body, and then dried off and got dressed. What to wear? I chose a tight black long sleeve t-shirt, and a red t-shirt over it. Then I found my dark jeans, and the new addidas I got last time I went home for the weekend. They were white with red glittery stripes up the side. I gelled my red hair into little spikes, and made sure my light face was free from any blemishes, other than a few freckles. I usually have pretty clear skin, but occasionally get zits. At 6:45, my phone started ringing; I had it set to a guy's voice yelling "Zander pick up the phone!" My friend Robbie made it for me.
"Hey, I think I am outside your place, what was the number again?" Aaron said as I answered the phone.
"2918," I repeated for him.
"Oh yeah this is it. I will be right up," he said.
A few seconds later Aaron was at my door. He had changed from his work clothes, and was wearing a super tight black v-neck short sleeve shirt over baggy jeans. His blonde hair was gelled back lightly, and a wisp of blonde bangs curved around and touched his forehead. His shirt accentuated a chiseled physique that V'ed down to his slim waist. I felt tiny next to him with my 5'5, 95 pound frame. He was at least eight inches taller than me, and probably weighed twice what I did. He leaned in and gave me a hug, and then backed away nervously.
"Sorry," he said, "you look so cute."
"You look very hot," I said, reassuring him.
We paused there nervously, and then he said with a laugh, "Ok, let's go get you fed."
He took my hand and led me out to the landing as I turned to lock both locks on my door. He held my hand all the way down to his SUV, and then opened the door for me, putting me inside. He was such a gentleman. We drove into town, and he took me to a little pizza joint inside the loop.
"Do you like pizza?" he asked.
"Yeah, this place is so good," I replied.
We ordered a chicken and veggie pizza, and sat on the second floor patio. He ordered a bottle of wine, even though I wasn't old enough. Three glasses later (he only had one), I was starting to get very happy. Aaron asked me all kinds of questions about what kinds of guys I like and what kinds of fantasies I had. I told him that I liked guys who took control and made me feel like their baby. Not like a diaper thing, but just an "in control" kind of guy. He smiled at that, and said he could definitely work with that. We finished up and paid the check.
"So where do we go next?" He asked, "This is your part of the date you plan... Actually, you should come see my house, it is nice," he said, dropping a not so subtle hint that he wanted the evening to continue. I agreed, and we were off. He drove me back to his house. It was a beautiful town home by Memorial Park. It had three levels, and everything was brand new. It was a fun evening...
Back to the present, I was just about to fall asleep in his arms when his phone rang. Aaron held me on him as he scooted over towards the side table and reached for the cordless phone.
"Hello? Oh Hey, no, I'm not sleeping... Oh nothing, I just rented a movie and ordered a pizza. I felt like staying in for the night... Oh yeah?.... Well, I have a lot to get done this weekend, so I might not make it home until next Thursday...I know, I'm sorry... Ok, I love you too... Ok... bye bye." Aaron hung up the phone just as his last words registered with me.
I sat up with a start, and his cock slid out of my ass.
"You lied to me, you said you were single," I said calmly but hurt.
"No, no, that was... um... my mom. Yeah, she calls me all the time to check in," Aaron lied.
I lifted his left hand, and stared at the ring finger. Even with the dim light of the bedside lamp, I could clearly see the suntan mark left by a wedding ring.
"Oh my god!" I yelled, "You're fucking married? To a girl? What the fuck dude?"
"No no, well, yeah... actually, but it's not like that. We never have sex. We are practically separated, and I like guys, well, I like you." He said, sitting up and rubbing my back.
"No, no, no, no, no!" I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door. I cleaned up, and then went back out into the bedroom as he sat on the bed, naked, with his soft, but still damn big cock between his legs. I grabbed my clothes and slid them on quickly as he sat staring at me sadly.
"I'm sorry, look, let me take you home," he finally said as I was putting on my shoes.
"No, I don't want anything from you, do NOT call me," I warned.
"It is way too late at night, you are not leaving," he reasoned.
"I can walk or call a friend, don't worry about me," I said, looking around for anything I might have forgotten.
Aaron jumped off the bed, "No, you are not walking, it is too far and not safe this time of night, look, just sit down so we can talk about this."
"Bye," I said, walking out of the room.
"No wait!" He yelled, grabbing my arm and pulling me back onto the bed. "I will drive you; you are NOT going off into the night alone."
I sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled jeans from a drawer and slid them up over his cock. He grabbed a pair of sandals from the closet, and a grey pullover sweater. Damn, even with a minute to dress he looked sexy. I got up to walk out, and he followed me downstairs through the living room and then down another stairway to the garage. I waited as he came over and opened the door for me to get into his car.
"I plan on seeing you tomorrow. We'll go out," he said, pulling out of the garage.
"You NEED to see a marriage counselor to work out your sick problems. I can't believe you lied to me. Did this mean anything at all to you? No, don't answer that, I don't care. Look, I am not a whore, nor do I go around stealing straight guys out of marriages. God, you probably have kids too." I rambled on, crying, and he reached over to grab my hand.
"No, I don't have any kids, I have a bad marriage. And yes this did mean something to me. I know I just met you, but I feel like you were meant for me. I know this bothers you, but I am working on getting out. I will call you tomorrow. Even if we don't fuck, we can be friends. I don't know anyone here, and you are such a special kid. I'm going to call you tomorrow, Ok?" He said, pulling onto the Katy Freeway.
"Wait a minute, what were you doing over in my part of town this morning if you live over here?" I asked.
"Well, I work out by you and I was headed there, then I saw you and I literally cut off three cars to do a U-turn to get to you. I almost had a wreck, but it was worth it. You looked so sweet and innocent standing in the cold, shivering," Aaron said.
We got to my apartment ten minutes later, and Aaron followed me up to the door. He paused for a few minutes as I fooled with my keys. Did he want a kiss or an invitation inside? He put his arms around me as my door opened, and leaned in to kiss me. I pulled back and told him that if he saved those for his wife, it might not be such a bad marriage. I shut the door on him, and locked it. I sat down on my couch and started crying.
A few minutes later, I heard my phone ring. It was Aaron, making sure I was ok.
"Look, I don't know what to say to make this better. I hurt you, and I'm sorry. I know this is way too soon, and I never do this, but I feel like I am falling for you, hard. I know you are my kind of boy, and I can give you what you need." Aaron began.
"I know, I'm sorry I freaked out, I just never do this," I sniffled, hanging up the phone. I crawled into my bed, pulled the covers tight around me, turned the phone off, and went to bed.
The next morning was Saturday. I had to be at work at noon, so I spent the morning in bed, getting up to get a bowl of cereal, and catching up on cartoons I had missed. At 11:30, I got up, showered, and dressed in briefs, my red polo work shirt tucked into jeans. I slipped a hooded sweatshirt over it since it was a chilly day, found my shoes, and ran out the door. I worked just across the street at a fabric store. Yeah ok, gay job, but who cares. I was working till close that night, which for a fabric store is usually 8, so not too bad. I was hassled by old ladies all day. They are the worst, very particular about how I cut on a straight line, and measure to the centi-inch. I only worked a couple of days a week, it paid the bills my parents wouldn't pay (they paid for rent, electricity, and phone so they could call me). I had to pay for everything else.
It was dark when I got out of work, and I walked back to my apartment cautiously. At my front door was a box. It was the size of two pizza boxes on top of each other. It didn't have an address on it, just said "To: Zander From: Aaron." I rushed inside and opened it. Inside was a beautiful white Mac laptop. It was kind of round, and had light green trimmings. There was a card that said "the colors reminded me of your eyes. Thought you could use this for studies, and maybe send me an email? Call me when you get this, please. All my love, Daddy (Aaron)."
What the fuck? I had just met this guy, and, well... My finger traced a line around the computer. So cool, I thought to myself. No one had ever given me anything remotely close to this. I plugged it in to charge, and opened it. The screen began to glow, and the desktop was a picture of Aaron holding a card that said, "I'm Sorry." He looked so hot, dressed in a suit. He must have gone to the office today. Just about then, my phone rang. Fumbling around, I found it on the couch, and answered without checking who it was.
"Did you get it?" the voice inquired.
"Oh, Aaron, hi. Yeah, um... wow, this is too much, I can't take this." I said, hoping he wouldn't say: ok sure, give it back!
"Oh please, it's nothing. I just saw it in the window and thought you could use it. Can I come see you?" He got right to the point.
"Um," Ok, it is NOT fair to give someone a 2000 dollar laptop and then ask them out. Not... Fair... "Ok, sure, why not. How about I take YOU out to dinner?"
"Oh, sure, I will be over in fifteen minutes, ok?" he said, hanging up before I could change my mind.
Aaron was there ten minutes later. I was still getting dressed, and answered the door in jeans with no shirt. He walked right in, pulled me to him, and kissed me.
"I have been thinking about you all day. How do you like the computer? Your apartments are wireless, I called, so you have internet access on it. Now we can email and chat when I am out of town."
"Oh, um, thanks, yeah, it is really cool. Ok, so give me a few minutes and we can go eat." I said, walking into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Aaron made himself at home on the couch, picking up one of my school notebooks and flipping through it. I put on a tight, soft brown long sleeve waffle shirt that had a red stripe across the chest. Then I found my brown leather shoes, and fixed my hair. When I was ready, I went back into the living room to find him looking through my picture albums.
"Oh, you look so cute, like a little kid." He said, and then got serious, "Thank you for seeing me again, I was going crazy last night, I'll do whatever you want, just don't stop talking to me."
"Um... I liked it better when you were confident, and ordered me around," I grinned.
"Oh, in that case, let's go bitch. I have some plans for you." He smiled, smacking me on the ass.
He stood up and led me out the door down to his car. I started telling him how to get to the Mexican restaurant in Missouri City that I am crazy about. We made it to the Southwest Freeway, and he sped along, holding my hand and telling me about rock climbing in the Canadian Rockies. I let him know that our exit was coming up, but he sped past, not bothering to change lanes.
"Um, that was the exit, you'll have to get off on Kirkwood and do a U-turn," I said.
"Uh, actually, there is something else I want to take you to." Aaron said, squeezing my hand.
He kept driving through Sugar Land, and then exited onto a farm road. I started to get scared.
"What the fuck, you're starting to scare me." I said, taking my hand out of his.
"No, calm down baby, Daddy's not going to hurt you." Aaron reassured, grabbing my hand and massaging it slowly. His confidence had returned, and it turned me on.
We drove down different streets for another ten minutes, each road more secluded than the last. Finally, Aaron pulled into a dirt road which wound around into a clearing with a huge beautiful house. There were about ten cars out front, and Aaron pulled into the grass under a tree. Aaron came around and opened my door for me, taking my hand and pulling me out of the SUV.
"Now, these are friends of mine, mostly bi guys, be a good little boy and stick close to me." He said, leading me up to the door. He opened it, and stepped in, pulling me behind him. We walked into a room filled with older hot men. All muscular, a few with mustaches, they sat around the room with drinks. They all stopped and smiled as Aaron walked me into the room and introduced me.
"Aaron, you got one hot little bitch there, I hope you're sharing," yelled one guy. The others laughed and agreed. Aaron beamed proudly and nodded his head. I moved behind him and buried my face into his back, embarrassed.
"Aww, you scared him Jack," yelled another guy, "We were just kidding with you baby." Aaron pulled me from behind him and put his arm around me.
"This is Zander," he announced, putting his arms down over my shoulders. I turned around and looked up at him, a little scared.
"What is this?" I whispered with pleading eyes.
"Well, you liked the forceful me," Aaron replied, beaming down at me with a wink. I smiled back up at him. I really did like it; I just wasn't used to this. Aaron led me into the living room, and through to the kitchen. He patted a barstool for me to sit on, and then made me a drink. It was really strong, rum and coke. He had a sprite for himself, since he was driving. I gulped it down nervously, starting to feel hungry.
Soon the guys filed into the kitchen, and grabbed plates. There was a large spread on the kitchen island, big piles of fajita meat, tortillas, and things to go with it. Aaron sat next to me, and we waited till everyone had filled their plates. Then I got up, and started to make a fajita for myself. Aaron told me to make him two, with everything on them. I made him a plate, and then he led us back out into the living room.
Aaron sat on the couch, and there was nowhere else to sit. He patted the arm of the couch, and nodded for me to sit there. I sat silently, picking at my food as everyone talked and joked about guys they had fucked. The guy across from us on the couch kept staring at me. I looked down, trying not to notice, but when I looked up, he was still there, smiling at me. Aaron didn't even notice. He had started telling about how we met, and what we did the night before at his place.
"This one," he said, pointing at me, "can't get enough cock, he sucks like a pro, and took it all in his ass. You've never had tighter pussy." He laughed and put his arm around me. I felt my face turn red, blushing hard.
"Finish your food," he said, noticing that I wasn't eating. The alcohol had started to work on me, but I had a hard time loosening up. He finished his fajitas, and put his plate under mine. I ate the rest of mine, and then took the plates back into the kitchen. I saw a big bottle of tequila, and poured a few shots worth into a plastic cup. I downed most of it, wanting to throw up, but I needed to calm myself. I walked back out to the living room, and this time Aaron pulled me into his lap. He folded his hands in my lap, and bounced me gently on his knee.
By this time, the alcohol was patrolling my body in full force. I started to giggle, and all of my inhibitions melted away. Aaron asked me what was so funny, but I just shook my head and told him how pretty he was.
"Yeah?" He said, "Baby want Daddy's cock in his pussy?" I nodded my head yes. Several guys turned to listen to us. He put a finger to my lip, and I sucked it in, starting to get a little hard from his rough treatment. He told me to raise my arms, and he slid my shirts off. He picked me up off of him, and set me down between his legs on the floor. I crawled closer to him, and began kissing at his cock through his pants. I undid his belt, unzipped him, and fished his cock out of his boxers. It was already hard and pointed straight up at my face. Taking him into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the shaft. It tasted incredible. I sucked on him for a few minutes as guys started gathering around us.
"Ok baby, time for the playroom," Aaron said, pulling my head off his cock. He leaned down and picked me up off the floor, not bothering to zip up. He had one hand behind my back and one behind my knees as he carried me out of the living room, a crowd of guys following us. We went through a hallway, and then into a dark room at the end. Aaron held me firmly as the guy behind him turned on the lights. It was a big room with no windows. In one corner there was a little black hammock-type thing made out of leather. It was attached to the ceiling with chains, and hung from two big metal rings. Aaron laid me in it, slid off my shoes, and tore off my jeans. I laid back in it, my ass exposed as he slid off my briefs. I was naked now, but was warmed by a hot lamp that shone over me. The guys filed into the room and started circling me. Aaron leaned in and kissed me, working a finger into my ass.
I squirmed on his finger, making him smile as another guy moved behind me, his heavy cock and low balls hanging two inches above my face. I reached up and pulled slowly on his cock. He grabbed my wrist, holding my hand firmly in place, and began fucking in and out of it. Another man, about Aaron's age, and very hung, began tapping at my lips with his cock. I opened, and he slid it in. He smiled down at me, and petted my smooth, hairless chest, pinching my nipple as he passed over it. Aaron now had three fingers in me, fucking mercilessly.
"Yeah, Zander loves cock, squirt all over him," Aaron encouraged the other guys. He took his fingers out of my ass, and began working his cock into me. The cock in my mouth began fucking in and out of me. The cock in my hand joined the rhythm. Looking up, I saw the two guys kissing over me. Then I felt the cock in my hand begin to shake and send thick cum shooting over my chest, coating my tummy. The man in my mouth pulled out and came in the same location, and then rubbed his cock around in it. When he had it nice and gooey, he moved back towards my lips, but Aaron pushed him back.
"Play safe with this one, he's mine," Aaron said, pushing the man's head down to lick the cum off of me. Soon another man came up from my other side. He was Latino, hard bodied, with a normal sized cock, and big balls. He shoved his cock into my mouth, and I reached out to play with his nuts. They were very soft, and I pulled them gently down. His hands worked at my nipples, pinching them hard, as he called me names.
"Yeah, suck on it faggot slut. You love my cock, don't you? Take it all bitch," he said, pushing farther into my mouth. Aaron had his cock buried inside me, and was now fucking slowly in and out of me. I looked up into his eyes, and he smiled down to me. Then he leaned in and whispered "Let me know when you want this to stop, just flick me hard on the tummy, and I'll stop, ok?" I nodded my head, I felt safe as long as he was there. I don't know how I went from a guy he gave a ride to yesterday, to his friend's cock whore today, but that's how it worked out.
The Latino guy was now face fucking me faster, and soon pulled out to shoot all over my chest. He leaned in and rubbed it around my small chest and nipples. Aaron was now happily fucking me faster, sliding in and out of me. An older guy, maybe 30 something, and very tall, was now standing next to Aaron, and began pulling on my cock slowly. He put a little lube on it, and then worked it in his hand. He stared into my eyes, as I reached for his cock and jacked it slowly.
Soon, another guy who was about Aaron's size came over next to me. He had his clothes on, khaki pants, with a button down shirt tucked into them. I reached over and unzipped the fly of his pants. Inside, he had these very soft silk boxer shorts on. I reached through the fly and started to take out his dick. It just kept coming. It was soft, but about 8 inches. As I worked it in my hand, it rose another three inches, and stood straight out at me. I leaned over on my side, and began to lick at the head. He reached down and ran his fingers through my hair. I sucked the head in my mouth and began swirling me tongue around in slow circles, focusing on the underside of the shaft.
"Oh yeah Aaron, he's fucking awesome," the guy said, pushing more of himself into my mouth as he steadied my head with his hands. His cock tasted so good. It was clean and soft on my tongue. He held my head and began working his cock in and out of my mouth.
"Oh yeah baby boy, take that daddy cock," he said as he sped up, face fucking me a little faster.
"No no Rick, this boy has one daddy, and that's me," Aaron reminded him as he fucked in and out of my ass with lightning speed.
"Mfffmffmuh," I agreed with a mouth full of Rick's cock. He started face fucking me wildly. I put my hands on the back of his pants, feeling his rock hard ass. I pulled more of him into me and his cock hit the back of my throat.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me, spraying cum all over my face and neck. When he finished, he knelt down beside me, kissed me softly on the lips, and then wiped his cum off my face with a towel. He smiled at me, with gorgeous blue eyes. Aaron didn't like him kissing me, and told him so.
"Sorry," Rick said, "he's irresistible."
"I know," Aaron moaned as his cock began to squirt into the condom that covered it. I felt his cock began to quake inside me. His orgasm was intense, and he leaned over, pulling me towards him, and shoved his tongue into my mouth. He held me in his arms, pulling me out of the sling as he continued to shoot in my ass and work his tongue around mine. I threw my arms around his neck and held on as he continued to pump in and out of me.
My own cock, hard as a rock, was rubbing against his tummy. His tremors sent me over the edge and I sprayed cum between us. This was the second time he had made me cum without even touching my cock. We held the position for a good five minutes before he backed up and collapsed into a chair, still holding me in his arms. I felt my whole body go weak from the orgasm, and collapsed into his arms. We fell asleep like that for a little while, and then woke up to an empty room. I was the first to wake up, his cock still shoved up inside me. It wasn't hard, but it felt so good being connected to him. He had become my world in a matter of hours, and I now craved his attention and protection. Though I was in a strange house with guys I didn't know who had cum all over me, I felt safe in his arms. It was a nice feeling. I pulled my head off his chest, and sat up in his lap.
Aaron stirred, and smiled at me.
"Was this ok baby?" He asked me, pushing back my hair and kissing me on the forehead. I nodded yes, and bit my lips softly, smiling into his eyes.
Aaron got up out of the chair and carried me off to a bathroom in the hallway. We showered and then went on a quest to find me clothes. We finished dressing, and decided to go home. I spent the night at his place, in his bed, in his arms, under his control.