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Jimmy loves to show off his hole, and rightly so.  No matter how many times I see it or feel it, I am always amazed.  Jimmy is the proud owner of a wonder-cunt.  A hole made for fucking.  It is always tight and warm.  Any size cock is welcomed and made to feel like it is stretching him out.  I have been the eighth guy in a row to slam my thick cock into Jimmy during the weekly gang bang, and other than being filled with the jizz of seven other guys, his hole felt tight and almost virginal.

Truly a asset worth showing off.

As I entered the apartment, my roommate, dressed only in striped briefs and a tee shirt, grabbed me by the shoulders, guided me to the middle of the living room and forced me to my knees facing the couch. He then started to tell me how things would be from now on. I would become his fucktoy, his bitch. Taking care of his needs and desires when he couldn’t get a chick to put out. He stood in front of me with his crotch inches from my face. I could see his cock engorge inside his underwear, getting bigger and bigger, pushing the stripped fabric closer and closer to my mouth. As I started to protest, he slapped me upside the head and told me I had left my computer logged on when I went to class today. He found the gay porn stash as well as the websites of the school athletic teams and his photos in particular.
I would have hung my head in shame and run to my room, but I was unable to take my eyes off the bulging pouch of cock meat in front of me. He then sat back on the couch and started to put on a show. Pulling his full, cum laden balls out and caressing them. Then his magnificent cock followed. He had a slight problem getting his meat out of the leg hole, but eventually it popped free. At this point my own cock was tenting my shorts and drool was running down my chin.
He snapped his fingers and told me to crawl over on my hands and knees and suck him dry. I did not hesitate for a second, as my lips wrapped around the shaft and his thick cock pushed into my throat, I knew we had both found our rightful positions in the apartment and in the world. He was a man who deserved to be serviced by a bitch like me. From that day forward I sucked his dick every morning, relieving the boner he had upon waking. I was also ass fucked on a regular basis by him and his friends. After several years of taking his cock, seeing it up close daily and feeling it pounding into my body, I still get hard thinking of that first time I saw it “pop” out of the leg hole of those striped briefs.

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He’d spotted the kid fifteen minutes ago, low-key following him around the store, checking him out when the dude thought he wasn’t looking. Looked young, maybe a high school senior. Jock, to be sure. Good-looking kid. He remembered what it was like, being that age, wanting something so bad, but not sure how to sack up and go after it.

His girlfriend was saying something, but he hadn’t heard a word. Too busy scoping out the kid’s well-developed back, the high, round curves of his tight jockboy ass in his basketball shorts. The kid looked over his shoulder and caught his hungry, determined glance. Blushed, but smiled too.

Yeah, now you’re getting there, he thought to himself, giving the kid a quick, subtle nod and smile.

“…sale on sheets and towels on the third floor,” he heard her saying, tuning in like he hadn’t missed a single word. “You probably don’t want to hang around up there while I look. Can I leave you for a little bit? I won’t be long, I promise.”

Bullshit, he thought to himself as he smiled at her.

“I’ll go get a coffee or something,” he said. “Take your time, and just text me when you’re done.”

“Thanks baby, you’re the best,” she said with a pleased smile.

“Don’t you forget it,” he said with a wink, giving her ass a squeeze as she headed for the escalators. A nice ass, sure. But the jock kid had an even better one.

The kid was pretending to be real interested in a rack of polo shirts when he passed him, headed for the entrance to the food court. He locked eyes with the dude, a longer, unmistakable look. Nodded his head in the direction he was headed. The kid blushed hard again, looked around like he couldn’t believe he’d been picked for the team or something, and smiled almost hesitantly.

He looked over his shoulder as he strode confidently towards the store entrance. The kid was dropping the polo shirt he’d picked up back on the table, and following, still blushing, but picking up his pace a little.

Good boy, he thought to himself with a grin, as he made for the restrooms on the other side of the food court. Let’s do this.

I know what he is thinking. He is thinking he is going to get the blow job that his girlfriend no longer provides. Ever since the engagement was announced, she has been cooler to him, telling him she wants to wait for their wedding night to make it more special. He thinks because he is a little older and a little stronger that he is going to be the one in charge. I love that.

I followed him into the men’s room, and saw him enter the last stall. I stood next to the stall and listened to him unzip his jeans. I pushed on the unlatched door, and it swung open enough for me to slip in with him.

He looked a bit confused when I pointed to him then to the floor in front of me, signalling him to get on his knees. He shook his head, no. I slapped his face, and pointed to the floor again. He shook his head again, so I slapped his face and pointed to the floor again. He was not a fast learner. 

He put his hand on my shoulder to try to push me down, but I grabbed it and slammed him face first into the cool, tile wall. He did not notice that I had also slipped his wallet out of his pocket.

“You’re getting on your knees and sucking me off, bitch. If you don’t, I will blast my cum all over you. You can figure out how to explain that to your girlfriend,” I whispered in his ear. As I slowly released him from the wall, I pushed him down to his knees. I unzipped my own jeans and pulled out my cock.

He recoiled a bit when he saw it. Yeah, I know. Bigger than you expected. Not my problem. I put my hand on his head and pulled his face into my crotch. He did not open his mouth, so I slapped him again. He is going to have half a red face if he does not start cooperating. I pried his mouth open and I slid my cock onto his tongue. I spit on him a few times to make sure he was wet enough. I have to admit, I am not a great aim, so most of my spit ended up on his face instead of in his mouth. With my cock inside him, he surrendered. I grabbed his head and pulled it roughly into my crotch.

After a few minutes of sucking, he had me fully hard, but he still had not taken my cock fully into his throat. I was sure that we were still alone in the bathroom, so I turned him so he had his back to the wall. I thrust my pelvis forward until his head was against the tile. I repositioned my feet, then pounded my cock all the way into his throat.

There is a noise that most cocksuckers make when you force your cock into their throats, and he made it. I also heard the thud as the back of his head hit the wall. I pounded harder and deeper. He gagged and choked, then finally his throat spewed a load of slime. His blue sweater was soaked, but he was not thinking about that. His full concentration was on my cock as it was headed back to his throat. He gagged a few more times before he figured out my rhythm and learned to breathe when his airway was open.

It only took me a minute or so before my balls were boiling. I let him get a taste of my cum before I pulled out and blasted the second shot into his face. Three smaller shots went into his crew cut. With my hand, I smeared my cum all over his face and hair before wiping my hand off on the back and sleeve of his sweater. His dick was rock hard, pointing up at me, but untouched.

I slipped my cock back into my jeans, zipped up, and slipped out the stall door to the sink. I looked in the mirror as I was washing my hands to see him emerge. He was a mess. His entire head was soaked with sweat, spit and cum. His sweater had clearly been in some sort of accident, and the front of his jeans were dark from the wetness.

He stood in front of another sink, grabbing it by the sides, and bending over so he was looking straight into the drain. He was coughing, and I saw snot dripping from his mouth and nose into the sink. He turned the water on and washed his face, but there was not much he could do about the rest of his head. There were no towels, only air driers. I walked over to him, gave him a hard spank on his ass, and said “You’re welcome,” as I headed out the door.

I went to the food court and bought myself a burger, fries, and a drink with his cash. Then I wrote my cell number on the receipt and wrapped it around the ten from my change, putting it in his wallet where a twenty had been. As I finished eating, I saw him come out of the bathroom looking at his phone. His under shirt was gone, probably used to clean himself up. His sweater was wet, but uniformly so. He must have rinsed it then wrung it out. Only his jeans looked messed, but given the state of the rest of him, they did not look out of place.

I gave him a minute before I chased after him. He was standing there with his girlfriend explaining a bad sink in the bathroom had soaked him. 

“I think you dropped this, Sir,” I said to him as I approached, holding out his wallet. He froze with that deer in the headlights look, but took the wallet from me. Yeah, I called him sir, but it was to throw off his girlfriend. He knew I was the only man there.

“Is anything missing?” His girlfriend asked him.

He looked through it, noticing the ten and my number. “No, it’s all here,” he lied to her.

“Thank you so much!” Assured that I had not taken his cash or credit cards, she was suddenly very nice to me. “Give him something as a thank you for not taking anything,” she instructed him, completely unaware that I had taken her man’s manhood.

“That’s not necessary, miss,” I said to her as I smiled. I winked at him and walked away.

I had gotten rather far away when he came up behind me. Alone. He handed me me back the ten and the receipt. “I do not want this,” he said.

“I do not care what you want. Call me at 6:00 tomorrow, and I will tell you where to meet me. I want your ass, too. Unlike you, I get what I want.” He put the money and paper back in his wallet. I turned, smiled and waived at his girlfriend. ”Now get out of here. I will see you tomorrow.”

I had sent in a request to building management to fix the lock on my apartment door.  The maintenance man just sent a text saying the job is finished, but that he needs me to come home immediately to confirm that the work is completed to my satisfaction and sign the building maintenance form.  He is not allowed to leave the apartment un-secured and he needs to give me the new key.

He then followed up several minutes later with a picture and a note that states he found several additional maintenance issues in my apartment that need addressing, like a squeaky bed and a substantial gay porn collection on my computer.

The mornings I wake up to see my roommate John standing in my doorway are the mornings when I am late for work.  I know that I am not getting out of my room until he has emptied his balls inside of me.  Most mornings I can crawl over on my knees and suck a load from his cock, but occasionally he gets an evil smirk on his face.  Those are the mornings he needs to fuck.

The guys at the office have noticed that I am much happier and more productive, when I show up late.  Most of them still think it is an extra hour of sleep that makes me happy although several of them (the alpha males) have noticed the wet spot on the seat of my pants and the smell of cum.

When running a train, it is common courtesy to paddle the ass after pumping it full of jizz.  Just a couple of hard smacks create a nice rosy glow and tightens the hole back up for the next guy in line.

There is nothing better than sliding into a really tight hole that is pre-lubed with several loads of slick, creamy sperm.  Churning the previously deposited cum loads into a frothy foam, while loosening up the hole with your cock feels great.

As a bonus the tightening of the hole due to the paddling makes sure the cum stays inside.

C’mon, we have been friends forever, I won’t hurt you.  I just can’t help myself, when I see the golden skin on your ass covered with that light dusting of blond hair, my dick gets hard.  Trust me, if it hurts too much we can stop.

You like the idea too, I can see your uncut piece of meat starting to chub up. No one is around, just let me try it.  Just the tip?

Alone on a Saturday night, Billy, gets high and rubs one out into his tighty whities while watching gay porn.  

He does not see John, his next door neighbor filming the whole thing thru the window.  John knocks on his door and shows his stoned white trash neighbor the video of him stroking his cock to a video of a fag getting gangbanged.  Tells him if he does not want this posted online, he needs to suck some cock.  Since Billy is high, horny and in no position to refuse, he pulls John’s ten incher out of his sweatpants and starts sucking.

The next night John brings over some friends and they take turns opening up Billy’s tight cunt, shooting load after load into his hole.  They don’t even make him strip, the guys just rip a hole in the back of his briefs.

By the end of the week Billy is a cum whore, getting fucked by most of the guys in the trailer park.  He just lays face down on the bed while men line up to fuck his ass.  His neighbor John collects five bucks from every guy who dumps a load in Billy.  Billy gets 25 cents for every fuck.  He uses the money to buy new Fruit of the Looms down at Walmart, since all his have huge holes in them.