Enjoy. Disclaimer: This story involves male on male sex, hot assfucking, and lots of exhibitionism and domination. If that offends you, leave and fuck off. If that turns you on all the more, good.
Chris was pounding away on his dick. Seven inch monster cock. He was sitting in front of his computer, 17, with his webcam pointed right at him. Blond gel'd hair, buck naked, 5'5", leaning back on his little gray computer chair, he stared hard at the pumping cock he was having camsex with. He moaned, overexaggeratedly. He liked putting on a show. He had never had sex before, and wanted to desperately. But he lived in a small town without many gay options, and so he used the one gay option he could find: the computer. And used it fucking passionately.
It started with phonesex. He'd scour for guys, sending pictures of his hot little thin beautifully tanned fifteen-year-old body to guys in chatrooms. He always asked first, and sent pictures first (it's quicker than S2R, gets the job done easier). He was hot enough to know that he didn't have to pay for long-distance calls -- if a guy saw his pics, liked his big fat dick, he knew that they'd want him badly enough to call him and put up with the fee. Even if the guy lived in fucking Tokyo, he'd still pay. He was a twink, and a fucking hot twink. He'd spend hours finding the right guy, and once he did, he'd get the call and blow him the fuck away. He was hot, he was loud, he loved to cum, he loved to make them cum, and he loved stroking his seven inches multiple times per call. Usually a bottom -- he loved to be dominated and humiliated. It was a thing.
Then he found a webcam and oh shit did he use it. Every night, every afternoon, whether his parents were home or not -- he didn't even close the door to the computer room. With his bare ass to the door and fat dick to the man's eyes on the screen, he jerked til his dick was sore. He even had regulars, 10 or 15 years older than he was, that gave him their pager and cell numbers so that if he ever needed to cum, they would go straight home and jerk off no matter where they were. Or if Chris really, really needed it, they'd do phonesex wherever on the spot. Fuck, even if he didn't really, really need it, even if he just kinda sorta maybe alittleinthemood wanted it, they'd jerk in their cubicle through their pockets or go out to their cars, strip, and have loud screaming jacking phonesex for 40 minutes or as long as little Chris wanted it.
At the moment, 3:30 in the afternoon, he drove home from school about a half hour ago, started looking for a guy about 25 minutes ago, and has been jerking in front of this guy for about 15 minutes now. Porn was all over the screen. Pics of the guy that he had sent, random hot porn pics, Dudes Off Campus somewhere in the background, and, of course, the Netmeeting window with the guy inside (and even a little mini-window of Chris jerking off himself -- he liked to watch what he looked like to whatever guy he was jacking with). The guy he was doing it with today was middle-aged. 40. Acceptable looks. Chris was in the mood to give a guy the fuck of his life -- impressive when through a computer screen, but entirely doable by him. A little balding, but good muscles. A little bit of a beer belly. He was sitting in a messy uglyass room, on a normal wooden chair, stroking a 6 inch dick and moaning, trying to match Chris' overly loud screams and moans.
Chris was pumping away, close to cumming, he kept whispering "fuck..." over and over, sometimes closing his eyes and imagining the averagely little dick in front of him pounding his tight virgin asshole. He wanted to be rammed. So. Fucking. Badly. He was moaning hard. Getting ready to cum. Not in an I'm-gunna-cum-in-5-seconds-way scream, but a I'm-getting-ready-to-pump-my-dick-off-hard way. The guy had already cum, and was sitting there, naked, limp dick, licking cum off his fingers, imagining it was Chris' he was tasting as he stared at the vigorously pumping Chris. "ugh shit, fuck me.. fUUUUUUck.." And then he heard the garage door.
"Shit! Shit! Fuck!" It was his mother coming home, he half-knew she was coming home (in fact, she usually came home at 3:15-3:20, and it was about 20 minutes after that by now), and half loved the danger of it. But shit. His clothes weren't even downstairs in the computer room. He had stripped naked upstairs, in his bedroom, since he loves to prance around naked and toyed with the idea of getting caught. But now, it didn't seem like such a good idea. He heard the car turning off as he frantically tried to close all the porn on the screen, and then turn the computer off. But it wasn't turning off. Shit! SHIT! And he was still naked, with all 7 inches hanging out, harder and longer than before because of the excitement, smacking against his balls thighs and abs, bobbing up and again as Chris ran around. He heard the garage door begin to roll down and the adjoining door rattle, so finally he just turned the button off haphazardly and ran upstairs seconds naked, dick bobbing and throbbing, panting, passing right by the door as it opened. He was upstairs on the landing as his mother came in, directly below, and wondered what the noise was. "Christopher? Chris?" He was panting, trying to make it seem less quiet, but he was directly above her, he responded "Yeah mom?" trying to hide his exasperation.
All she had to do was to walk three more steps, turn, and look up to see her 17-year-old gay son naked with his fully rock hard cock pointing straight over her head. "Chris what's wrong?" "Nothing" he stammered -- "I just thought I heard my phone ringing up here." "Oh," she said, and he heard the sound of hard heel footsteps walking away toward the kitchen, "if you're hungry I brought home some chicken."
His tone was more stable now, along with his heartrate, and his dick was sadly beginning to loosen up into its usual soft 3" flaccid. "No thanks, Mom, I had some cereal when I got home." And he walked toward his room, closed the door, and panted sighingly on his bed. Energized, awake, and LOVING the fact that his mother almost caught her teenage son pumping hard to a middle-aged fat man on the computer. He looked around and tried to find something "erotically pleasing" to do.
He mulled over calling Kyle on his cell phone for prompt and immediate phonesex, he imagined egging him on to fuck his tight little hole til he bleeds, rape his ass, pound and pound til he cries in pain, out in his backyard or on the roof or some other fucking hot imaginary phonesex location. This got him a little hard already. About 5 and a half inches, soft and malleable, but workable as he reached down for his proud prick and searched for his name in the directory. He hit select, let it ring 6 times before it picked up. "Hello?" asked an innocent, 32-year-old voice.
"Fuck me. Make me cum." Chris was so cute.
"Hold on. Chris? Let me just... I'm at work. What's that noise?"
Chris had just realized they were doing construction work on his roof. Fucking Mexicans. "They're working on my house again. My dad wants new roofing tiles."
"I can barely hear you. What?"
"Nevermind. Kyle, Im sorry. I'll call you later."
"What? Chris I can't hear--" He hung up. Annoyed. Fucking A, he was horny. Bouncing off the fucking walls, practically. "I. Want. To. Cum." And the goddamn construction wasn't making it any better. Now he really noticed just how loud it was. Fuck! He couldn't have camsex with his mom right in the kitchen opposite the computer room. He couldn't have phonesex, with all the noise. All the fucking noise. BANG! BANG! Repeatedly. On the roof. Right above his room. Fucking hell. Chris was so pissed off that he went to his window, opened it, and screamed at the guy on the ladder, "Will you PLEASE keep it the fuck down up there?"
The Mexican construction worker, shirtless, not really too hot, was about 3 feet to the left from him and a two feet above, on a ladder. He looked over at the half-naked teen body glaring at him and almost lost his footing. "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't. I'll try to keep it as quiet as I can, though." He jerked his body at a more secure angle and forced an apologetic smile.
"Yeah, well, try fucking harder." came Chris' response. And he slammed the window shut and walked back inside, ass and cock bouncing as he walked. He was soft now, not even interested. He went into his walk-in closet to pick out some clothes to wear. Some tight jeans, a t-shirt he usually slept in, and socks sufficed. He had put on a thong underneath just for the hell of it. As he was putting his clothes on, he heard his window open. He walked out of his closet and saw that the ladder was pushed over and up against his window, and the worker was standing in his room in front of the window. "What are you doing in here? Get the fuck out of my room! WHAT THE FUCK?"
"You need to be taught a lesson." The worker, who was 5'7" and was just two inches taller than Chris, took off his gloves and threw them on the ground. "Take off your clothes." The worker said forcefully but without much concern while he undid his overalls slumped them off and kicked his boots off. His body was flabby, but extremely well-muscled. It was the kind of body that wasn't weightroom workout perfected, but built beautifully by hard labor. Chris just stood there, forming "NO!" in his mind. But before he could say anything, the worker just stared at him, naked, angry, pissed off, and said "You little brat. What did I say? Take your fucking clothes off now before I beat the shit out of you." The Mexican's dick was getting hard, and he was pumping it a little inbetween words to make a dramatic effect.
Chris just said "No. No I'm not going to take off my clothes. Get the hell out of my room. You work for me. Remember? You're just a fucking construction worker on my million-dollar house. Put your fucking clothes on, get on my fucking roof, get out of my fucking room, or I'll call my fucking Mom. GET OUT."
"Fine. We'll do this the hard way." Chris turned and went for the door and opened it a crack before the large naked worker caught up with him with ease and slammed it shut and put his dirty callous hands over the boy's mouth. He closed it, locked it with one hand, and with his other still holding Chris' mouth shut, he ripped off his cheap little Gap white t-shirt, size small, with a forced chuckle. Chris had panic in his eyes. "You're hard. Don't even try to pretend like you're not enjoying this." Chris started making loud muffled screams before the guy pushed his hand over his mouth harder and put his other behind his head and applied a shitload of force between the two -- "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Kid."
After a 20-second staring between the two had calmed the boy down, the worker took the hand from the back of his head down and singlehandedly unbuckled the belt and pushed it aside, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans -- all with his other hard shoved over Chris' panicking face and his naked body slammed against the boy's and pushed up against the door. He pushed the pants down and laughed when he saw the thong. Chris' face turned beat red, but still silent, embarassed. It was a tiny red thong, with his large cock fully-hard and fully-noticeable under the small red pouch, and his small 17-year-old ass hanging out in the back except for a tiny red line of fabric. With a snicker, the worker slammed his hand harder against the boy's mouth while his other hand squeezed and toyed with the boy's fragile prick through the thin fabric.
He pulled it and turned it and squeezed it and punched it and slapped it -- all making poor Chris moan and squint with hurt, frantic lines forming along his forehead and trying futilely to make painful noises against the man's smelly veiny hand. Finally, with one hand, the worker pulled the fabric of the thong from the front dick side, and pulled it and pulled until the fabric stretched so far against Chris' 17-year-old asscrack and poor little hairless balls that he winced and tears formed in his eyes, he couldn't even make a sound to express how... hot it felt. Pure hot. But the kid, always wanting to please his audience, put on a good show for the manly construction worker who thought he was striking terror in this little faggot's heart and making him so afraid that his scrotum shook in fearful horror. "Get on the bed. If you don't say a word when I take my hand off your mouth, I won't throw you out the window when I'm done shoving my semen up your ass. We clear on that?"
Chris nodded as much as the man's hand would allow him, and before he knew what was going on, he threw the naked-except-for-his-socks boy onto his bed with both hands. "OW!" Chris let out, involuntarily, as his head hit the headboard, ass up in the air. "What did I say?" the worker demanded and smacked the boy's ass cheeks so hard that he flipped over and glared at the boy, who was rubbing his bruised head. "Shut the FUCK up, and you'll live." Chris nodded and pretended to shrug his eyebrows nervously. "Over." Chris laid on his chest. "Put the pillow in your mouth." He did as he was told. "And put your ass up, hands over your head." He always loved a good domination.
The short Mexican worker spit on his hands and spread his wet fingers in the boy's ass, who groaned with a little yelp (even though this was his "first time", he was used to the feeling -- he always fingered himself, had a dildo, even had anal beads in the dresser sitting behind the man unwashed from the last time he had used them as an extra toy on his webcam.) He licked his fingers and spit some more and put it on his dick. And then he rammed his fat Mexican cockhead into Chris' virgin asshole. Chris moaned hard and loud and with increased trebble into the absorbing pillow. And he pounded again. He started moaning low himself, while he ravaged the boy's ass "Fuck..." he began "Shit your ass is tight." All Chris could respond with was muffled pillow gasps and moans and a barely audible singular "Yeah. Yeeeah." Chris closed his eyes and felt the fuck.
The man pounded his hard dick into teenager, "Come on, come on, you like it, don't you fag? You like the feel of my dick in your little butthole? Don't you, little fucker?" He pounded extra hard. "Huh?" Harder. "HUH?" He pounded his dick into it with extra force. "Well?" Chris was really hurting now, this was unnecessary. "WELL? I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU!" Chris made a sound, and the man just smacked his ass hard, clobbered his back with a fist, and bounced against his ass three times: "LOUDER! TELL ME YOU WANT MY COCK IN YOU!" Chris screamed loud enough into his pillow so loudly that his voice was indiscernable and lost somewhere in the intense decible but enough for the pillow to unhinder the understanding of his words, "I WANT YOUR COCK IN ME!"
"LOUDER!" he fucked the boy's ass so hard real tears were forming again "TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOU!" he pounded wildly and viciously against the boy's ass, and the boy screamed into his pillow "I WANT YOU TO CUM IN ME!" the man pounded his fist against the boy's back, pushing his head and body further against the bedding and asked, while fucking rapidly, "'I WANT YOU TO CUM IN ME' WHAT?", and the boy immediately responded as hard as he could between sobs of pain and fucking intense ecstacy, "I WANT YOU TO CUM IN ME, SIR! PLEASE, SIR!" And the man fucked his ass over and over, pounding his body against the tight little small ass, harder and louder than before, "That's better," he grunted before mind-shattering moans started coming from the both of them.
The pillow was out of Chris' mouth at this point and the man didn't care, both of them forgot about it, while the worker rampaged against the skinny virgin asshole that his fat dick was exploring and puncturing. "UGHHHHHHHHHH! Here I come!" And the man wildly bucked back and forth at Chris' little ass until huge spurts of cum came out against the walls of his prostate and inbetween thrusts splattered against his cheeks and down his thighs. Both, panting, stayed doggy style for a few moments, savoring, forgetting the "rape" situation that was happening around them. Inbetween gusts of much-needed breath, his tight beautiful tanned frame gasping expanding and collapsing beneath the man's weight, sputtered out sheepishly and coyly, "So -- my turn? now?"
The man smiled, not really that surprised. It wasn't like it was the first time this has happened. "Get on, cocksucker. Make it good." And the two shuffled and changed positions, sweat dripping and mixing against both tight skins and pulsing desperate muscles. Chris was on top of the worker now, their faces and cocks pointed toward the door. "Fuck me" the man emitted and the words pushed out of his mouth quick and hungry.
The boy bounded against the large bubbly and muscular butt in front of him. His first fuck. Sentimental moment. He raped against the man's ass, shoving all 7 and a half inches up there, "AWWWWW!" Chris moaned, in compliance with the man's own grunts and moans, "FUUUUCK! FUCK! AWWW. Aw. Ugh. Ugh. AWWWW!" fucking hell, "Fuck my ass!" the man let out "Fuck! Shit your cock's huge! FUCK ME! FUUUUCK! UUUUUGH!"
Chris kept "AWWWWWWW" AWWWWW AWWWW"s up while his fat dick slammed into the worker's ass. Suddenly, the door to his room opened and in walked his mother, gasping, "Christopher? Chris? CHRIS?!?" but the two just kept on fucking. Chris tried to shoot a smile at his mom but was too active and in the moment to do anything but wince in ecstacy and grind his dick into the man's ass "Mom -- leave." and continued fucking the worker's ass out. "And -- give him a tip later, -- ok? He's -- he's really good -- at his job." he panted out, barely. "UUUUUUUGHHH! I'M GUNNA CUM! SHIIIIT!" "Fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" "AWWWW SHIT!" he pounded and slammed against the ass a few more times before he spurted his boy cum into the man's asshole, and collapsed on his strong back.
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