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Let me finish you off
FUCKING UP A FRAT BOY
From the original story by JIMMY
I was at that age where I couldn’t keep my hands off my dick. I jacked off every chance I got. Sometimes I would jack my dick for hours! I could cum back to back to back. Over and over until my cock was so sore that I couldn’t touch it again! There was never any privacy for me at my parent’s apartment so I would sneak down to the building basement to slap my monkey.
Sometimes I worried about my obsession with beating off. I knew all guys did it but I also knew I did it really often. I was OK in the looks department, but I had never done anything with anybody. I was still a skinny awkward teenager whose only experience with sex was self-gratification. I might not have been athletic or real popular at school, but I sure had a big dick! I had a big mushroom-headed 8 inches that I couldn’t keep my hands off of!
About a year ago, I had learned that by bending the right way that I could suck the head of my own cock! I’d jack off the shaft and suck the head! That was my favorite way to get off. I loved the taste of my cum. One evening I was in the basement doing just that when I heard a commotion on the stairs! Here I was naked, sucking my own dick and people were coming down the stairs! Fuck! Nobody ever came down here!!! Fuck! I grabbed my clothes quickly and ducked behind some boxes and peeked out to see who the fuck was there.
It was a group of frat boys from the nearby college, some kind of hazing ceremony. There were four seniors working over a freshman. They could be here for hours! There was no other exit from the basement! I was trapped!
I watched them, as they pulled off his shirt, and they tied his hands over his head facing a wooden beam, his legs and ankles were bound too. A bandanna was placed around his head to act as a gag.
They asked him if he was a loyal pledge. He nodded his head up and down.
They asked if they should continue. He nodded harder.
They pulled down his jeans and each of the frat boys took a turn with a big paddle. They each struck a blow to the helpless pledge’s pale ass! I could hear the pledge’s muffled groan each time he took a swat, first the right cheek, then the left!
Somehow the hazing seemed sexual to me, a shirtless guy being tied up by other guys, his jeans being yanked down and his ass paddled? Yeah, it seemed sexual but then a lot of things seemed sexual to me!
I could see the pledge thought it was sexual when he popped a massive hard-on as he was spanked. He dripped more and more precum with every spank. They made him give thanks every time the paddle slapped his perfect smooth ass. The frat guys couldn’t see his bone from his backside, but fuck! There it was, almost in my face!
As frats started leaving, one of them told the pledge, “Just remember one thing: what is happening now happened to all of us. See you in the morning you worthless pledge! Be here in the morning and maybe you will be good enough to be one of us. Tomorrow night is the final initiation!”
It was almost midnight! They planned to leave the poor guy tied up like that all night! I peeked as they left. I wondered why they called them Frat Boys, they looked like grown men to me. They were all big, good-looking guys, rich enough to afford the fancy college, and handsome enough to get all the sex they wanted. Life wasn’t fair, I jacked off in a dusty basement and these frat guys used my jo crib as their hazing ground!
For a second I thought about getting my clothes back on and freeing the pledge. That thought just lasted about a second. I’d come down to the basement to get myself off. There was no reason to change my plans!
I took a better look at the pledge. He was a couple years older, amazing athletic body, smooth handsome face. I was sure he was straight, but he was tied up good. It wouldn’t hurt anything if I just fucked him a little. What could he do about it tied up like he was anyway? As far as he knew I could be part off his initiation.
The thought of fucking him all tied up like that made me loose any self-control I might normally have. I’d been having thoughts about messing with other guys since I grew my big dick! His jeans were still unfastened from his frat paddling. I could see the curve of his magnificent lean butt. I wondered what it would be like to fuck his virgin hole! Hormones took over my thoughts!
I came out of my hiding place and approached him. His eyes bugged out as he saw me walk up naked. My dick stuck straight up against my stomach when it was hard, I pulled it down and and pointed it at him.
His mouth was gagged but I could make out part of what he was yelling. He seemed pretty concerned over why I was nude. I guess he had the right to worry about that. I didn’t bother to answer. He wouldn’t have liked what I had to say.
I looked at him top to bottom. His chest was like what I wanted mine to look like. His arms were hot too! He wasn’t skinny like me but had such a flat hard stomach. I reached out to touch him. I rubbed his smooth ripped belly as I looked at his chest. He had some nice smooth pecs and really dark nipples. His arm pits were really hairy for a smooth guy like him. I sniffed at them.
He was yelling into that bandana gag as I felt him up. I pulled his jeans down as far as I could get them. That caused him to yell even more. The jeans stopped at a rope above his knees, I decided it was safe to remove it because his feet were bound tight together. I got the rope off then pulled his jeans down to his ankles. He wore a pair of red plaid boxers that I ripped next. His butt was smooth, firm and nicely dimpled. His dick was soft now but I knew how nice it grew. I squeezed his balls a little just to let him know I was in charge.
He was squirming and roaring into his gag now. I snickered and felt my cock swell with power as I pulled a few hairs off his ball bag. His whole body jerked with pain. He was helpless. He was mine to use all night.
From the original story by JIMMY
I was at that age where I couldn’t keep my hands off my dick. I jacked off every chance I got. Sometimes I would jack my dick for hours! I could cum back to back to back. Over and over until my cock was so sore that I couldn’t touch it again! There was never any privacy for me at my parent’s apartment so I would sneak down to the building basement to slap my monkey.
Sometimes I worried about my obsession with beating off. I knew all guys did it but I also knew I did it really often. I was OK in the looks department, but I had never done anything with anybody. I was still a skinny awkward teenager whose only experience with sex was self-gratification. I might not have been athletic or real popular at school, but I sure had a big dick! I had a big mushroom-headed 8 inches that I couldn’t keep my hands off of!
About a year ago, I had learned that by bending the right way that I could suck the head of my own cock! I’d jack off the shaft and suck the head! That was my favorite way to get off. I loved the taste of my cum. One evening I was in the basement doing just that when I heard a commotion on the stairs! Here I was naked, sucking my own dick and people were coming down the stairs! Fuck! Nobody ever came down here!!! Fuck! I grabbed my clothes quickly and ducked behind some boxes and peeked out to see who the fuck was there.
It was a group of frat boys from the nearby college, some kind of hazing ceremony. There were four seniors working over a freshman. They could be here for hours! There was no other exit from the basement! I was trapped!
I watched them, as they pulled off his shirt, and they tied his hands over his head facing a wooden beam, his legs and ankles were bound too. A bandanna was placed around his head to act as a gag.
They asked him if he was a loyal pledge. He nodded his head up and down.
They asked if they should continue. He nodded harder.
They pulled down his jeans and each of the frat boys took a turn with a big paddle. They each struck a blow to the helpless pledge’s pale ass! I could hear the pledge’s muffled groan each time he took a swat, first the right cheek, then the left!
Somehow the hazing seemed sexual to me, a shirtless guy being tied up by other guys, his jeans being yanked down and his ass paddled? Yeah, it seemed sexual but then a lot of things seemed sexual to me!
I could see the pledge thought it was sexual when he popped a massive hard-on as he was spanked. He dripped more and more precum with every spank. They made him give thanks every time the paddle slapped his perfect smooth ass. The frat guys couldn’t see his bone from his backside, but fuck! There it was, almost in my face!
As frats started leaving, one of them told the pledge, “Just remember one thing: what is happening now happened to all of us. See you in the morning you worthless pledge! Be here in the morning and maybe you will be good enough to be one of us. Tomorrow night is the final initiation!”
It was almost midnight! They planned to leave the poor guy tied up like that all night! I peeked as they left. I wondered why they called them Frat Boys, they looked like grown men to me. They were all big, good-looking guys, rich enough to afford the fancy college, and handsome enough to get all the sex they wanted. Life wasn’t fair, I jacked off in a dusty basement and these frat guys used my jo crib as their hazing ground!
For a second I thought about getting my clothes back on and freeing the pledge. That thought just lasted about a second. I’d come down to the basement to get myself off. There was no reason to change my plans!
I took a better look at the pledge. He was a couple years older, amazing athletic body, smooth handsome face. I was sure he was straight, but he was tied up good. It wouldn’t hurt anything if I just fucked him a little. What could he do about it tied up like he was anyway? As far as he knew I could be part off his initiation.
The thought of fucking him all tied up like that made me loose any self-control I might normally have. I’d been having thoughts about messing with other guys since I grew my big dick! His jeans were still unfastened from his frat paddling. I could see the curve of his magnificent lean butt. I wondered what it would be like to fuck his virgin hole! Hormones took over my thoughts!
I came out of my hiding place and approached him. His eyes bugged out as he saw me walk up naked. My dick stuck straight up against my stomach when it was hard, I pulled it down and and pointed it at him.
His mouth was gagged but I could make out part of what he was yelling. He seemed pretty concerned over why I was nude. I guess he had the right to worry about that. I didn’t bother to answer. He wouldn’t have liked what I had to say.
I looked at him top to bottom. His chest was like what I wanted mine to look like. His arms were hot too! He wasn’t skinny like me but had such a flat hard stomach. I reached out to touch him. I rubbed his smooth ripped belly as I looked at his chest. He had some nice smooth pecs and really dark nipples. His arm pits were really hairy for a smooth guy like him. I sniffed at them.
He was yelling into that bandana gag as I felt him up. I pulled his jeans down as far as I could get them. That caused him to yell even more. The jeans stopped at a rope above his knees, I decided it was safe to remove it because his feet were bound tight together. I got the rope off then pulled his jeans down to his ankles. He wore a pair of red plaid boxers that I ripped next. His butt was smooth, firm and nicely dimpled. His dick was soft now but I knew how nice it grew. I squeezed his balls a little just to let him know I was in charge.
He was squirming and roaring into his gag now. I snickered and felt my cock swell with power as I pulled a few hairs off his ball bag. His whole body jerked with pain. He was helpless. He was mine to use all night.
