Those were/are amazing shots by the last guy at the very end here!    No one would believe them if they weren't captured on video as they are here!    Beautiful!    Imagine the ecstasy he felt shooting all of that!  

 

At 16 years old I collected friends that turned me on, sadly that was almost entirely straight boys.

I had a buddy named Sam, Sammy for short? =) he was a couple of years older than I was and I'm not really sure if I can convey this well enough, but Sammy literally STANK of sexy. Sammy was about 6 foot, with a heroine chic thing happenin. He was that lanky dude at the local garage. Shoulder length yellow blond hair always messily poking out from under the baseball cap forever perched upon his head. A Marlboro red constantly hangin from his lips, He had a smile that could light a dark room and he was almost able to make me hard just by existing.

We weren't friends. In fact we didn't know each other at all until we met working an after school job. And it worked out that I ended up catching a lift home with him pretty much daily. There was a bunch of us from work that would hang out and party almost all the time. So, many nights I'd just skip stopping home and go to his place so he could change out of work clothes. Sammy's folks and younger brother Christian were always home when we got in, which was usually about 6 PM. We'd go to his room and I'd wait and watch tube (MTV-it was new then) or listen to music. He would wander off for a shower and always come back wet and in just a towel which he'd strip off in front of me, dry himself, and he'd dress. Can't say that he had much ass, but definitely a nice dick, although always soft. I enjoyed the view even if I kept my attention on the low key Well, I thought I did...

Younger brothers always seem to pop up at the most awkward of times. So, Christian, NOT Chris, was 14, and like his brother he was blond haired, quick with a smile and always caught my eye, we got on well. Unlike his brother, Christian was of a very average build with soft baby fat still intact and he had ass for days! Bubble butt has his picture in the dictionary, anyway, I digress, but that's half the fun, isn't it? His hair was a darker blond, always in a T-shirt and tight Levi's with no belt, and white briefs. (I know cause I was always looking down his pants when he was squatting or bent over just right, did I mention he was, as a package, hot?). Here's the meat of the story so to speak, it seems that I had been caught looking at Sammy on more than one occasion. In fact Christian had taken it upon himself to pay closer attention to me especially when Sammy was changing. Most of the time getting caught sucks, this time getting cause brought sucks into the picture in a different light.

He caught up to me in their garage one evening while Sammy was busy with his girlfriend. Being the dutiful good friend I made myself scarce and was messing with the 79 F150 project truck we had in the garage. Many an evening we all smoked and drank beer while working on one rig or another in that garage, and this was, or seemed to be, no different. Christian came in and jumped right in the mix and we talked cars and simple bullshit as always. Then he turned the talk to what Sammy was up to. I can't recall her name, but she was a cute thing too, blond, sort of an angelic midget stripper without being either a midget or a stripper... sorta doll like (does that make sense?) Christian went on about how he'd like in on her, or just about any girl. Then continued with a 14 year old harangue on girls, pussy, and his prowess (in his mind). Which of course drew the standard depreciating comments and laughter from me. This of course devolved into really vulgar teenage banter.

“Blow me!” he said.

“Whip it out, and I might if I can find it!”

We both laughed, before he said a bit more quietly”You like looking at Sammy's so much, maybe you wanna see mine?”

Time stopped, (for me at least) and it seemed an eternity till it started back up again. Well, there comes a time when you can be scared, or look stupid, you can panic or run. This just wasn't that time. And NEVER in the history of fucked up moments like this do we realize that two people have something to lose...I processed his words and looked him square in the eyes before saying.

Iwillifyoudonttellanyonejesuschristiandonttellanyonepleaseohfuck.

Suave and self assured I am!

He just laughed, then smiled, walked over and urged me to a less conspicuous place in the garage so we wouldn't be caught unaware and he proceeded to whip it out. Alright, more of a unzip and dig out his half hard cock, like he was gonna take a piss or something. But it was out and I went to my knees and tentatively took his fat 4 inches in my mouth. It was the first time I'd done this, but not the first time I'd seen it done, and I proceeded to do my damnedest to make it good for him, I was lovin it. I was pretty fuckin pleased either way. Sucking this beautiful dudes dick was a fantasy come true. He was a bit hesitant but let me unbutton his pants and pull them and his underwear down for better access. Then snagged a nearby folding chair and sat, with legs splayed and pants at his ankles.

God what a sight, little blond bush tight and compact above his dick, nice sized low hanging balls, creamy smooth white thighs and cheeks below that were so damn appetizing! He was throbbing hard and urged me to get back at it, and I did with much enthusiasm. It wasn't too long before he let me know he was close, So I started to pull away and increase my hand action, but he had a hand behind my head and held me in tight while he blew his load in my mouth.

Well fuck! What to do now... and at about the time I made up my mind to just swallow, he told me to swallow, with of course, a smile. I did so, let his cock out of my mouth and licked him clean. Little fucker had a pretty nice load too.

I'm glad he wasn't an asshole, he actually turned out to be a pretty nice kid after all, just horny like the rest of us. My secret stayed between us, and I guess his did too. It happened again here and there but it wasn't too steady a gig, and he never reciprocated. We didn't go a lot further, he'd sometimes let my ministrations go further back, he really liked a bit of tongue at his taint and tight pink hole, and he was all right with me finishing myself. And that worked for me. I sometimes think of Christian and wonder what became of him and Sammy. We all did what kids do as they grow up, drifted apart, lost touch...

It's probably for the best, but I can sometimes taste or smell him in my dreams.

They're good dreams.

--Alter

had a post ready to rock but 3 attempts to post, and a lost revision put me into a shit mood, so I said fuck it. on the bright side I had a nice chat with someone here, thanks man, it was a good changeup. --Alter

What are your go-to websites when GBT is down or having problems?

/p

Preeeetty sure that this was fan made, lol.

 

Wow!    Man!     Imagine that!    Not being able to orgasm and ejaculate like that!    Awful!    Unless they were able to go elsewhere (and soon) to finish, huh?    

 

Anyone have this? https://www.myvidster.com/video/296680272/Latin_Chub_Chub_Gets_Fucked_And_Shot_On_Boys_Porn_-_ThisVidGaycom

completely overcome by how cute that first top is.

CJ came again, sorry, pun. =)

 

There was no surprise this time, he just walked in as usual and we talked casually over pie and coffee. He's home from school for thanksgiving and I had been very much looking forward to seeing him again. Talk was of school and his studies, of new people in his life and news of the world and people we had in common.

 

When the pie was finished and the coffee cooling, he stood, leaned against the wall and looked down at me for a while, then simply said “come with me”. He walked slowly through the house, into and out of rooms, sometimes pausing, sometimes not. I was already growing hard, and as he turned I could see he was too.

 

It was the guest room he chose, decorated in blues and grays, with a stout mahogany framed queen size bed. Pictures of ocean scenes adorned the walls. This was one of my favorite rooms, cool, but relaxing. It was my sometimes day room, I'd come here to nap at times, or to sit and read in the corner chair. but I suppose that's neither here nor there, except it was a comfortable place and I think he felt that too.

 

CJ physically guided me to where he wanted me, which was to the side of the bed, turned me to face it and proceeded to reach around and unbutton my pants for me. He told me to finish that and stay there, then walked off. A few moments later I heard the stereo come on in the living room, A Bad Religion CD I had in there. The volume rose a little, but not excessively and he reappeared shortly there after.

 

He stood there, somewhere behind me and said nothing. I began to turn to look and he quickly said “no”. My little control freak playing out his dominant game.

 

Having had about a month to replay our last encounter over and over again in my head I felt very comfortable this time and very very willing to let him take us wherever he wanted to go. I'm not at all submissive on a daily basis, I'm very much a leader and in control most of the time, but letting go with CJ makes me rock hard while my knees get a little weak . It's good to change things up in life, variety!

 

Hrm, It dawns on me that I haven't described CJ yet, so I should. CJ's a good looking kid, if seemingly average at first glance. It's his personality that's always shown through. Kindhearted and gregarious. At 18 he stands 5'11” and weighs in at 175 ish lbs. He's baby faced and still doesn't have to shave, with messy brown hair, Gray green eyes, and a near perpetual smile-grin-smirk on his face. He comes across as a bit of a goof generally, and is very much literally what you might picture as the boy next door. Gah, he IS the boy next door...

 

He's still doing whatever it is he's doing and has left me standing here with my pants off, socks and shirt on facing the bed with no clue what exactly is gonna go down. I'm still as hard as a rock and beginning to get a little precum forming. Then I hear it, his zipper coming down and the shuffle as he removes his clothes. “Turn around” I hear and do so as he approaches. He's stripped down completely, is hard and ready to rock `n roll. He stops a few feet from me and waggles his hips slightly so his cock bounces from side to side while flexing it to add some up and down and truthfully it's hot but It's his face I drink in with my eyes. He's still got an innocent look no matter what lurks behind and that's a rush.

 

Do you want? He asks... Say Please.

 

Please, yes, please.

 

Maybe you should say Please Sir...

 

I looked at him for a moment with a Maybe your taking this a bit far look, and something changed in his demeanor. There was a bit of displeasure showing now, impatience with my not following his script.

 

I found myself saying “Please Sir”, a bit diminutively.

 

He took the bottle of lube he had brought in and liberally coated his cock, then stood there slowly stroking himself for a while. He told me to turn and face the bed again, Coming close in behind me he proceeded to lube my ass and slipped just the smallest bit of a finger inside, telling me that he wanted his cock to stretch me, and nothing else.

 

CJ then proceeded to position me chest down draped over the side of the bed with my legs spread wide, and my arms down at my side. It wasn't the most comfortable place and position but it wasn't bad. I was still rock hard and beginning to freely drip precum now.

 

CJ's cock is a solid 7 inches, and uncircumcised. The head, a beautiful mushroom a good bit larger than the shaft. When he's in you can feel the head distinctly.

 

He positioned himself and gently pressed the head against my hole and I bore down to give access. He really took his time getting inside. Playing the head of his cock almost to the point of slipping past the entrance, but pulling back slightly so that he didn't go in. He's got me freely dripping and so close to cumming already it's almost infuriating. Then he just pushes in, not stopping till he's to the root. Let me tell you, THAT made me suck air! There's an urge to fight that type of intrusion, but I wasn't in much of a position to do so, because he had my arms nailed down with his. Disconcerting, losing/giving up control. And he layed his body weight entirely on me while sliding an arm around my upper chest, neck.

 

With all of his weight on me in this position I really couldn't much move, and he licked a bit at my neck, still pressed fully and deeply inside me. “Remember Alter, your mine, and you should never forget that”.

 

CJ slowly drew his cock almost all the way out and proceeded from there to RAM it back in till he bottomed out completely. And he did this over and over, with no regard for anything other than his apparent pleasure. I was pinned and though I struggled there was little I could do. I was howling like a banshee and he just pounded on, I was being pushed hard into the bed, my cock jammed into the comforter and forced to rub back and forth mercilessly until I came, and Christ what an orgasm that was, all while still being battered by CJ.

 

It was over quickly, maybe two or three minutes at most, and he laid his weight fully back onto me again and whispered in my ear, voice ragged and heavy, “That was for me Alter. Don't ever forget, or fight, who you belong to”.

 

He pushed himself up with his hands, one in the middle of my back, the other on the back of my neck and pulled out of me almost dispassionately, dressed and left without another word. Me, well I just sorta stayed there in that position for a while, not really sure if I should try to stand after that pounding. But I pulled myself onto the bed and lay there. I was well fucked, and I damn well felt it.

 

I Felt his cum leaking from inside of me, and in a way I never wanted to let that go, or him for that matter. I could feel him still, slamming into me, the burn/itch at my hole, and I never wanted it end. Bad Religions - Along The Way was the song playing on the stereo as I fell off to sleep.

--Alter

He's missing a ME between his legs. =)

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Journal entry, 7 Sept, 2005

I've always had an open door policy with people I knew. If the door was unlocked, just walk on in. And in all my years I had very few surprises. Few...

He came in, shouted a hello and I called back from the kitchen where I was cleaning up after dinner. I felt his presence behind me and hands on me before I even knew he was in the room, and as I began to turn, he simply said "No" and gently turned me back to the sink.

Ours was never a physical relationship and I really didn't know what to think at all. We've been buddies and never to my thinking, more. So this was a total shock to me. He's been my neighbor since he was just a little boy, the youngest of three brothers, all of them pretty regular fixtures here over the years. Fix a tire on a bike or troubleshoot a car problem. Sometimes for advice or just a burger when I'm grilling. Neighbors, but I digress.

I felt his body press against mine, his arms wrapped around me and held tight. We stayed like that for a short eternity. I started to speak, asking what brought this on but he whispered a "Shhhhh" so I just shut up. This was not normal for us at all and while I was unsure what to think, I wasn't too uncomfortable.

He stepped back and put one hand on my upper back while the other slid a bit lower to my waist and he bent me slightly, then stepped forward and pressed himself against me again. His hand came around and undid the button on my pants then slid the zipper down. A quick swipe of the palm of his hand over my cock then it was gone.

Down went my pants and he prompted me to lift my right leg and got my pants free. He didn't bother with the left leg, just pushed my legs apart with his as he slid his pants down. I felt his hand slide between my cheeks and felt the coolness of some lube he must have brought with him. I could hear the sound of his other hand lubing his cock as he slipped a fingertip inside me. “Cj...” I started, only to hear “Yes?” from him. Not an answer, but asking permission... I grunted my consent and his finger wiggled a bit more then left me, to be quickly replaced with the head of his cock sliding easily between my cheeks, searching for my hole.

Up and down, pressure firm until he found the spot and he started in. “Easy” I hissed quietly and I felt the heavy pressure abate. Then he held steady pressure as he slowly slipped in.

My eyes closed and I gripped the Formica counter tightly as he continued his journey inward. While he's not huge, he is very nicely equipped and I can distinctly feel his slender length as he proceeds to bottom out and presses himself entirely against my body again and just holds on. Me, I just take in all the sensory information. The fading smell of dinner and of the apple scented dishsoap. Of him, clean and fresh, deoderant, and maybe some cologne, but its hard to tell with him behind me. How he grips me, his breath on the back of my neck. The warmth of his body pressed to mine, and the girth and length of his cock inside me. The shock, but certainly not displeasure of this encounter.

He pulls his cock back while maintaining full contact between our bodies and pushes back in, over and over, again and again. I know I lost time, I was in the moment, and the sensations, thoughts.

I can't remember a time when I was ever this hard, but so unconcerned with actually getting off, reveling in the deliciousness of his insistent intrusion. Sometimes, one can imagine never changing a thing when a moment is so good, this was one of those times.

As with all things an end is imminent and soon he whispered, lips against my ear with warm moist breath, “close”.

“Stay in me” I breathed back heavily as he stopped for a moment to bring a hand up and wrap my neck and jaw in it. He pulled my upper body more into his as he resumed a less rhythmic but more urgent thrusting inside me. It didn't take long and he pushed as deeply as he could into me and I pushed back while he came. He pulled back a short bit and pushed in hard again, and a few more times over. Then he just held still and relaxed his weight onto me as I stood, bent, bridged to the countertop supporting both myself and him.

I felt a light brush of his lips and maybe a bit of tongue play over my neck just below my ear, then again lower. His breath still a but ragged and heavy.

Then again at my ear... “That was for me Alter, all for me, and my pleasure. Your mine, and always will be. I'll always be inside you. A part of you, and we can't change that. Never forget your mine, I took you and you gave yourself willingly to me.” and as I stuttered, looking for something to say he “shhh'd” me again. My cock pulsed and throbbed with the weight of his words, and the feel of him still inside me.

Whispering “and this for you and you alone” as he ran his hand down to my cock and brought me off as his semi softness hardened and began to slide in and out of me again. When I had come and he slipped out of me, he turned my head and kissed me lightly on the lips, smiled and walked from the room while straightening his clothes. I heard the door open then close, and that was the last I saw of him for a while. He left for college a few days later.

– Alter