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I was nervous on the drive in. Should I do it? I could just bail out now. Still feeling the same way as I pulled up, jittery, breathing shallow, legs all wobbly as I crunched up the driveway towards the white house with the big windows, in the middle of nowhere, just fields upon fields. My shaking hand went up to the doorbell and I'm still thinking of pulling out. I rang it.
He stood there naked and the first thing I noticed was his cock. It was massive, hanging between his legs and held in place by a silver cock ring. His body was bronzed; tight. He oozed confidence, a real top man ready to fuck and use me. I mean, how can I deny it? He was there naked, I cannot think of anything more confident, but it wasn't that, it was his eyes. I looked at them once and they just humbled me with that predator glare. Not a word. Not a god damn word and the first thing he did was walk away, out of the kitchen and into another room. So I followed him.
The first thing he said was, 'Do you do poppers?'
I did, but only as a teen. I didn't know this stuff makes you into a horny and willing slut, ready to do anything. 'Yeah,' I mumbled, still not daring to eyeball this man, still not ready what the poppers, and him, were gonna do to me.
He held the bottle to my nose and I sniffed. I kept on sniffing away until he sniffed himself, screwed the lid back on, chucked it on the sofa and started tonguing me.
But before that, before he forced his tongue in my mouth like an aggressive snake, I was overcome with that sensation, of a removal of myself from the situation and as the chemical worked its magic, I forgot all about bailing out.
His tongue worked on me and what I remember the most was his stubble scratching me, as his hands groped me, pinching my nipples, slipping down my trackies, touching my tight little cock and then back round to my butt, grasping it hard, rubbing his finger against my hole. I was so lost in these sensations, that soon my trackies were round my ankles and he was pulling my cheeks, as my arms were d****d around his neck like some sweet 16. Hell, I was 16.
He guided me firmly to the floor, to his waiting meat. I did my best, I wanted to do my best to please this man, as my lips wrapped around the head, my inexperienced hands on his balls. I licked and sucked as he gave off deep groans of pleasure, as he leaned over and took the poppers again, sniffing away as I sucked, kissed and licked all over his member, trying to get a taste of all of it.
He pulled away and had me lie on my back on the sofa, head hanging off the edge. Bit-by-bit he started throat-fucking me, stuffing my mouth with his meat, making me gag and wretch. He pulled out, and I was so glad as it gave me a chance to breathe. He went back to fucking my throat again and this time he started working on my hole. Suddenly he stopped and pulled me by the arm onto the floor.
my eyes were watering as he held the poppers to my nostril, making me sniff five or six times. Again I was taken over and I knew he was going to fuck me and I wasn't going to give in.
Thoughts were whirling through my head about condoms, but I was just too horny and he knew it. I was on my back and he hooked my legs over his shoulders, piercing my waiting cunt.
Fuck it was the best feeling ever; very little pain, just his eyes gleaming in the night as he barebacked me to heaven, slowly filling to the hilt and then out again. I was moaning with each thrust, wanting more and more of his length. I loved it - that feeling of being his bottom.
He lifted off, his cock slipping out of my eager hole and pulled me up and over the sofa's arm. He passed me the poppers and took me again. I sniffed away, just as before, as he thrust harder and faster, gripping my hips as though they were his, filling me deep, deep, deep, as my little cock slapped against my stomach.
His exertions resulted in him exploding inside of me, pushing as far as he could go, me pushing back as far as I could go, feeling his snake spit inside of me.
He pulled out slowly, his hand carefully underneath my hole, capturing any of his escaping seed. 'Push it out,' he said, spreading my cheeks wide.
I did as I was told and he loved it. He rubbed my hole, helping the seed out.
He walked around me and his spare hand lowered me to the floor. I knew what was coming next.
I looked up at him, waiting and wanting him to do it and he did, tilting his hand above my mouth, letting his seed drip into it. He smeared the rest on my face.
After a drink and a rest, he went at it again, this time in front of a mirror, poppers in hand and I watched him fuck me standing up, my tackle slap, slap, slapping against my stomach, my mouth a little 'o' shape, moans escaping with each thrust and that's when the door opened.
'Marco's home,' He said, slowing his thrusts as a stranger walked in, shaven head of a similar build to my top.
'Looks like you've found some fun!' He exclaimed, as he walked around us slowly, taking me all in.
'Yeah, a real fucking slut! Wanted a condom when we chatted online, but soon forgot about that!'
Both of them laughed at that, but I didn't care as I was completely lost in my own lust.
Marco stripped in front on me, his cock semi-hard and he started waggling it in my direction, until he was slapping it off my cheeks. When he put it to my lips, I took it in, savouring the taste of his flesh.
'Oh yeah! That's good. That's good. Suck it down boy.'
I did as I was told, feeling his sweaty cock get hard in my mouth.
This is were it gets a bit hazy. I know they gave me something and it wasn't poppers, but my memory is hazy. I just remember still images of pleasure, all deep reds and purples and these two doing things to me. I know at one point I was riding a cock whilst watching some porn. I remember both of them slipping inside of me at the same time, but they are just flashes; flashes of horniness that I will never forget.
He stood there naked and the first thing I noticed was his cock. It was massive, hanging between his legs and held in place by a silver cock ring. His body was bronzed; tight. He oozed confidence, a real top man ready to fuck and use me. I mean, how can I deny it? He was there naked, I cannot think of anything more confident, but it wasn't that, it was his eyes. I looked at them once and they just humbled me with that predator glare. Not a word. Not a god damn word and the first thing he did was walk away, out of the kitchen and into another room. So I followed him.
The first thing he said was, 'Do you do poppers?'
I did, but only as a teen. I didn't know this stuff makes you into a horny and willing slut, ready to do anything. 'Yeah,' I mumbled, still not daring to eyeball this man, still not ready what the poppers, and him, were gonna do to me.
He held the bottle to my nose and I sniffed. I kept on sniffing away until he sniffed himself, screwed the lid back on, chucked it on the sofa and started tonguing me.
But before that, before he forced his tongue in my mouth like an aggressive snake, I was overcome with that sensation, of a removal of myself from the situation and as the chemical worked its magic, I forgot all about bailing out.
His tongue worked on me and what I remember the most was his stubble scratching me, as his hands groped me, pinching my nipples, slipping down my trackies, touching my tight little cock and then back round to my butt, grasping it hard, rubbing his finger against my hole. I was so lost in these sensations, that soon my trackies were round my ankles and he was pulling my cheeks, as my arms were d****d around his neck like some sweet 16. Hell, I was 16.
He guided me firmly to the floor, to his waiting meat. I did my best, I wanted to do my best to please this man, as my lips wrapped around the head, my inexperienced hands on his balls. I licked and sucked as he gave off deep groans of pleasure, as he leaned over and took the poppers again, sniffing away as I sucked, kissed and licked all over his member, trying to get a taste of all of it.
He pulled away and had me lie on my back on the sofa, head hanging off the edge. Bit-by-bit he started throat-fucking me, stuffing my mouth with his meat, making me gag and wretch. He pulled out, and I was so glad as it gave me a chance to breathe. He went back to fucking my throat again and this time he started working on my hole. Suddenly he stopped and pulled me by the arm onto the floor.
my eyes were watering as he held the poppers to my nostril, making me sniff five or six times. Again I was taken over and I knew he was going to fuck me and I wasn't going to give in.
Thoughts were whirling through my head about condoms, but I was just too horny and he knew it. I was on my back and he hooked my legs over his shoulders, piercing my waiting cunt.
Fuck it was the best feeling ever; very little pain, just his eyes gleaming in the night as he barebacked me to heaven, slowly filling to the hilt and then out again. I was moaning with each thrust, wanting more and more of his length. I loved it - that feeling of being his bottom.
He lifted off, his cock slipping out of my eager hole and pulled me up and over the sofa's arm. He passed me the poppers and took me again. I sniffed away, just as before, as he thrust harder and faster, gripping my hips as though they were his, filling me deep, deep, deep, as my little cock slapped against my stomach.
His exertions resulted in him exploding inside of me, pushing as far as he could go, me pushing back as far as I could go, feeling his snake spit inside of me.
He pulled out slowly, his hand carefully underneath my hole, capturing any of his escaping seed. 'Push it out,' he said, spreading my cheeks wide.
I did as I was told and he loved it. He rubbed my hole, helping the seed out.
He walked around me and his spare hand lowered me to the floor. I knew what was coming next.
I looked up at him, waiting and wanting him to do it and he did, tilting his hand above my mouth, letting his seed drip into it. He smeared the rest on my face.
After a drink and a rest, he went at it again, this time in front of a mirror, poppers in hand and I watched him fuck me standing up, my tackle slap, slap, slapping against my stomach, my mouth a little 'o' shape, moans escaping with each thrust and that's when the door opened.
'Marco's home,' He said, slowing his thrusts as a stranger walked in, shaven head of a similar build to my top.
'Looks like you've found some fun!' He exclaimed, as he walked around us slowly, taking me all in.
'Yeah, a real fucking slut! Wanted a condom when we chatted online, but soon forgot about that!'
Both of them laughed at that, but I didn't care as I was completely lost in my own lust.
Marco stripped in front on me, his cock semi-hard and he started waggling it in my direction, until he was slapping it off my cheeks. When he put it to my lips, I took it in, savouring the taste of his flesh.
'Oh yeah! That's good. That's good. Suck it down boy.'
I did as I was told, feeling his sweaty cock get hard in my mouth.
This is were it gets a bit hazy. I know they gave me something and it wasn't poppers, but my memory is hazy. I just remember still images of pleasure, all deep reds and purples and these two doing things to me. I know at one point I was riding a cock whilst watching some porn. I remember both of them slipping inside of me at the same time, but they are just flashes; flashes of horniness that I will never forget.
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