Simple And Easy

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SIMPLE AND EASY GAVIN ATLAS Copyright © 2007

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Published by Forbidden Publications, OCTOBER 2007

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Simple and Easy by Gavin Atlas

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Dedicated to the men of Richmond, Virginia

Part One “Tricked”

I figured I’d left users like Manuel behind when I moved fromNew York City . I’d had enough of guys who called themselves my boyfriend, but then treated me like I was just a piece of ass to fuck. Yeah, maybe that kind of treatment turned me on, but I didn’t want it in the long haul. I thought a smaller town might be the answer—a place where people were human to each other. I ended up taking a job inRichmond,Virginia , a city of about two-hundred thousand. I thought I’d find a man that would treat me well in a place known for its southern hospitality. Perhaps, I’d even find the love of my life. I’d told Manuel I needed someone who liked me for my mind as well as my body. Manuel cracked up and told me no one would want me for my mind. I’d show him. I may be young and fairly good-looking, and I’m told I have a very hot, fuckable rump, but a bottom like me is completely commonplace inNew York . InRichmond , I hoped I would be special. Within a week of getting online in the local chat rooms, I’d met quite a few interested guys. There must have been a shortage of bottoms in town because I couldn’t believe how many men were trying to get in my pants just from seeing my nude picture. When I met up with Mike, I thought I was taking my first step towards finding a partner. Mike said hi to me in theRichmond chat room and told me he really liked my photo. He was forty-three, which was twenty-one years older than me, but I figured it was time to try older guys since young guys like Manuel seemed to be only after one thing. Mike didn’t have a photo, but he told me he was tall and had red hair. I’d never dated a redheaded guy before, but I’d always wanted to. He was excited that he’d be my first date inRichmond and hoped I was a typical “big city boy.” I didn’t know what Mike meant by that. He explained that a big city boy almost always had sex the first night because if he didn’t make an impression right away, he might never see his date again. I didn’t think that

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was going to be true in my case, but when he got to my apartment, the first thing he did was to unbutton my jeans. “Whoa,” I said. “What about the movie?” “Nah,” he said, intently staring at my crotch. “This will be more fun.” He massaged my back with one hand and pressed me backwards with the other so we slowly made our way to my bedroom. By the time we’d gone the twenty feet to my bed, he had me naked. I really liked the way he was kissing me. His hands firmly gripped my arms. Then he suddenly stopped, and I saw him pull out a condom and a bottle of lube from his pocket. “Hey! Whoa! I’m not ready for this,” I said. “Aw, c’mon, Derek,” Mike said, positioning me on the edge of the bed. “You say you’re a bottom in your internet profile, so I figure you must want to be topped.” He was right, of course, and his aggressive manner made me hard. I tried kissing him again, but he pushed my back down onto the mattress and lifted my legs. “Oh, man, you’re completely shaved,” he said, happily lubing my hole. “I can’t wait to get in you.” I wanted to tell him to stop, or at least slow down, but I was turned on by how quick he was getting me to do exactly what he wanted. Before I knew it, he had the condom on and was trying to stuff his dick in me. “I didn’t expect a city boy like you to be so tight,” he said. “This is getting better and better.” “Hey, slow this date down,” I said, laughing nervously and pushing against his chest a bit to keep him at bay, but Mike got his dick in me on the fourth try. He was huge! I gasped at his girth and struggled to get him to stop, but he started pounding away. “Damn, I haven’t even known you five minutes and I’m gettin’ your ass. You’re the easiest bottom in town,” he said, sounding very pleased with himself. Insulted, I tried to jerk away from him, but he held my legs tight and continued to fuck me without missing a beat. “I’m not that easy,” I protested. “Oh, really?” he said with a smirk. I didn’t like his rude attitude towards me, and I was going to make him stop, but now that my hole had gotten used to the initial assault, I really enjoyed his dick. It felt good, but each thrust made me grunt involuntarily. He was too big for me, and I didn’t think I’d be able to take it for long. If he started fucking me much harder, it would hurt like hell. I was nervous because he had such a death grip on my calves I didn’t think I could get away from him if I had to. Even as muscular as I was, he was far stronger. “Let’s see how flexible these young legs are,” he growled. Without stopping his pumping, he rolled my legs further back until my ankles were practically in my face. In this position, my ass was vulnerable to the deepest penetration. I looked at him in fear. He smirked again. “What’s the matter? Are you scared of my dick, boy?” I could feel him get even harder and bigger inside me. He climbed up on the mattress and rolled me back further than anyone had ever done before. Now my ankles were by my ears. I could actually watch his

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dick moving in and out of my ass. Oh, God, he was too big. “Damn, that’s good, boy. You’re not only the easiest bottom in town, you’re the best.” He started pummeling me furiously, and it hurt so much my moans became loud enough that the neighbors pounded on the wall. Instead of slowing down, he muffled me by sticking my underwear in my mouth and kept on going. His dick was stretching my hole too much. I struggled a little against the pain, but with my legs so far back, there was no way I could get away. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he came deep inside me with a guttural roar. I tried to put my legs down after he pulled out, but he pressed one arm against my calves to prevent me from moving. He fondled my ass for a while with his other hand. “We’re going to make great boyfriends,” he said with a wide smile. Then he left, telling me he was too wiped out to go to the movie. I spent the next half hour jerking off while fantasizing about him fucking me again and again. Every day for the next week he ravaged my ass. His dick was just too big for me to get used to. Each time he came over, I’d be dressed and ready to go out, but he’d strip me and nail my hole twice in a row. He took me around to the local gay bar, Godfrey’s. At my apartment, he was sometimes kind of sweet, but at the bar, he completely ignored me. He said hi to almost everybody and shared some kind of private chuckle with each person. Then he’d move on without introducing me to anyone. Periodically, he would grin at a friend and pat my rump possessively. It was disconcerting since Manuel used to do this kind of thing to me, too. It felt like he was saying I was just a piece of ass so I didn’t need to be included in his conversations. I was just something to show off. After that one time, he never took me out again. He said he was always tired after work and just wanted to relax. “Relaxing”always exhausted him, since it meant fucking me every night for hours in multiple positions. After two weeks of this, I started seeing him less and he started asking me to be nude and lubed up for him by the time he showed up. He would just walk through the door, stick it in me and leave.He didn’t seem to care when I hinted that sometimes I’d prefer his conversation and affection over his dick.I decided I’d give him the benefit of the doubt one last time. When he came over, I told him I needed to talk to him, but he just said, “Later, Derek. Bend that ass over the bed for me, baby.” I did as I was told. When he entered me and started finding his groove, I realized the only way to get him to listen was if I talked while he was in me. “You never spend time with me, Mike,” I managed to say between moans. “It’s like you just want to screw my ass and that’s it.” “Hell, you’re dumber than I thought. You’re just realizing that now, baby?” He gave me a cruel chuckle and fucked me harder. I was pissed, but said nothing as he continued to pump in and out. He’d tricked me into getting fucked all these times when I thought I had a boyfriend. I should have known better. He was just as bad as Manuel. “I’m not dumb,” I said angrily, trying to push him off me, but he kept plowing away. “Yeah, actually, you are,” he said, grinning as he flipped me over on my back. “You’re just a dumb little bottom.” Calling me that must have turned him on because he started fucking harder and his breathing became heavier. “Just a dumb, easy bottom.” I moaned. At the moment, I really wanted to be a dumb, easy bottom.

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“But this is the last time you get to be with me,” I said, trying to save the shreds of my dignity. “I want someone to love me.” “Do you want me to stop?” “No,” I said. He laughed and kept going. He ended up fucking me much longer than any previous time. He periodically paused to keep himself from climaxing while holding me down to make it last as long as he could. I guess it was punishment for telling him that we were finished, but I have to admit, I enjoyed the reaming intensely. I didn’t see or talk to Mike for weeks. Every time I went to Godfrey’s, I was reminded of him. Total strangers came up to me and grabbed my butt. They’d ask “Is Mike still making that ass sore, or is it my turn to get a crack at the best bottom inRichmond ?” I would ignore guys like that, even if they were attractive to me. Giving in wouldn’t find me love. Eventually I met a guy named Lou at the bar, who seemed different. “Don’t listen to those guys,” he said, rubbing my back. “They’re just jealous.” Lou was older than Mike. He was also balding and had a paunch, but it didn’t matter. He was the only guy in the bar being nice to me, so he was the one that deserved my time. “I want to be with you for who you are, Derek,” he said. “I think you need someone to be good to you.” That was something I needed to hear. “If you’re comfortable with me, I would really like to go home with you and just hold you for a while. Would you like that?” I thought that sounded great, and he let me leave the bar a couple minutes ahead of him so I looked like I was leaving alone, which was considerate since I didn’t want my reputation for being easy to get worse. At my apartment, we sat on the bed for a few minutes kissing. Then he pulled my shirt off and started to remove his jacket. A wedding ring fell out of the pocket. “Goddamn it,” I said. “Let’s just forget it. I can’t believe you’re married. I thought you were a good guy.” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I should have told you.” He tucked the ring away in a large black bag he had with him. “I know I should have told you from the start.” “But you didn’t, and now I think you should leave.” I felt deflated and maybe a bit burned. I knew I couldn’t mean more than a one night stand to a married man. “Please, you don’t know what it’s like for me,” Lou said sadly. “Please just hear me out.” I huffed and shook my head, but I didn’t make him leave. “Back in my day, we couldn’t be out like you young boys today. The only option was to get married. You have to understand.” “So you can come out now,” I said. “It’s not that easy. I have kids. I can’t break up the family just because of what my dick wants. Family

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has to come first.” “Well, that sounds honorable.” I nodded in agreement. “But I still have needs,” he said, reaching for the zipper on my jeans. “Let me at least see you naked.” “Hey, now,” I protested. “That’s all I’m asking.” He caressed my chin to calm me. “Just to look at you. That will hold me over for a long time, Derek.” I didn’t know what to do. “Please, just take off your clothes. That’s all.” I sighed and took off my shirt and pants. I was going to leave my underwear on, but he gave me a disappointed look, so I took that off too. “With a rump like this, you should be in porn,” Lou said, cupping my ass. I pushed his hands away. “You said you’d just look.” “I’m sorry. Sit down next to me.” I sat about a foot away from him and tried to find something to look at that would distract me so I wouldn’t feel conscious of being nude in front of him Suddenly, he grabbed my dick and my balls. I closed my legs tight and tried to pull his hand off with both of mine, but he had the stronger grip. I was so embarrassed that I was getting hard in his hand. “Hey! You said you would just look!” I said, struggling. He was trying to force his fingers further down between my legs. “Derek, please. Just this once.” “But—” “Derek, you have to figure that if you let someone see you naked, they’re going to expect more. C’mon, don’t be a tease. Spread your legs and let me make love to you.” “Lou, you didn’t say you would touch me.” His hand worked my dick over like crazy, making it difficult for me to think. “Derek, I may be gay, but I’m doing the responsible thing by taking care of my family. It’s your responsibility to lift your legs up and let me inside.” “Huh?” I was on the verge of breaking. “How is that my responsibility?” “The sooner you let me make love to you, the sooner I’ll be back with them. You see? Now be a good boy and open up.”

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Bewildered, I gave in and put my ass in the air for him. I was so confused. I guessed he was right, and I was helping him stay with his wife and kids. It seemed like it shouldn’t make sense, but he was arguing his case better than I, so I let him lube me up. He pulled a condom out of his bag, and I saw for the first time that he had quite a big penis. He was smaller than Mike, but I hadn’t been fucked in a long time, and I started to doubt the wisdom of giving up my ass to Lou. “Yeahhhh,” he said victoriously as his dick claimed my hole. I bucked a little at his rough entrance. “C’mon, give up that pussy to me, boy.” “What did you say?!” I said, shocked by the crudeness of his words. “Spread your legs farther, bottom boy, so I can fuck that ass as hard as I want.” As Lou started to ream me full force, I realized he wasn’t planning on making sweet love to me at all. I’d been tricked into getting my ass fucked rough again. The way he nailed me felt so good, I was moaning too much to protest. He flipped me over onto my knees, pushed my face down into a pillow, and rammed his dick back inside me. “I’ve never done it like this with anyone I’ve been with before,” he said in a breathless whisper. “But I can tell you want to be treated like just a piece of ass. So, I’m going to do whatever I please.” Lou was right. I was so horny for his dick, I didn’t care that he was humiliating me, but he was hung big, and I began to get sore. To my relief, he pulled out to catch his breath. I collapsed next to him. “Play a game with me?” he asked. He gave me a wink, and the look in his eyes changed from lustful domination to sweet mischief. Despite being sore, I wanted him back inside me, so I said, “yes.” He pulled handcuffs out of his bag and I balked. “I’m not sure, Lou. I don’t know you well enough for that.” “They’re play cuffs. Look, if you press this lever here, you can let yourself out.” He put them on his own wrists and showed me how he could remove them without a key. “See? It’s just a turn-on. Put your hands above your head, baby.” I did as he asked and he cuffed me, but when I tried the release, nothing happened. There must have been another device on the cuffs that locked the release and I hadn’t noticed it. I was really cuffed. He was back in my ass and plowing away as hard as he could. He kept pressing my ankles further and further apart. “Let’s see how flexible you are.” I had heard that before, and I started to struggle, but his arm span was longer than Mike’s, and he had each of my ankles spread back to the bedposts. “Perfect,” he said. He held my right ankle in one hand, while digging into the bag with the other. Even with my struggling, he had my legs tied to the bedposts with silk bindings in less than a minute. My thighs protested at being spread that far. I had never been so

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exposed, vulnerable and open before. Lou took immediate advantage and started pummeling my ass with fierce determination. I couldn’t believe that I had agreed to let a nice older man cuddle with me, and now that same man had me trussed up and was pounding my hole without mercy. After twenty minutes, he stopped for a moment and reached down into his bag again, his rod still buried deep inside me. I was scared about what he was going to pull out of the bag next until I saw it was only a cell phone. He speed-dialed a number and started fucking me again while waiting for an answer. “Hey, it’s Lou. Remember that easy bottom you were telling me about? I’m all up in his ass right now.” I bucked in fury. How dare he! I heard a loud “yee-hah” from the other end of the phone. “Yeah, come on over,” he said in an agreeable tone, still grinding away. “I’ll unlock the door.” He hung up, pulled out of me, and left the room. I heard him unlock the door and head into the bathroom. The next thing I heard was running water. Meanwhile, I tried to yank my ankles free of the binding. I couldn’t push my back off the bed with my hands cuffed, but I was sure that if I pulled down hard enough with my legs, I could free them. I was concentrating so hard on my efforts that it shocked me when I felt Lou’s fingers graze my upturned hole. I turned to see him grin down at me. I’d failed in my feeble attempts to escape. He still held my ass captive. My thighs protested at being stretched for so long. I couldn’t believe it when I saw him put on a fresh condom. “I ran cold water on my dick to make my hard-on go down a little.” He smirked. “This way, I can fuck you longer.” He had only been fucking me for ten more minutes when two men I’d never seen before entered my bedroom. I shook my head in astonishment.I only agreed to cuddle with this man. Now he had me tied up with my legs spread to the maximum and was letting total strangers watch him fuck me. Even though I was ready to die of humiliation, my dick got harder. “Hot damn. What a fucking surprise!” said the first guy when he saw me. He was a tall man, perhaps 6’7”, in suit and coat. “After the week I’ve had, this is just what I need.” “How’re you doing, Al?” Lou said, shaking hands with the shorter guy who was African-American. Not once did he take his dick out of me. “Lou, this is Russ. He’s a potential client in fromCalifornia .” “Russ, this is some damn good ass. Do you want in?” “Hell, yeah,” Russ said and began to undress. I couldn’t believe it. He was going to fuck me. He was going to get my ass, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The thought almost made me come. Russ’ dick was more than proportionate for such a tall man. He was quite thin too, which made his dick look bigger. As he stroked it hard, a thick kink became pronounced. How the hell was I going to take all of it?

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“That looks like it’s gonna hurt boy,” Lou said with a grin. He was still ramming away at me while Russ continued to stroke himself and put on a condom. Al stood a bit behind me, so I couldn’t see him, but I could see a pile of his clothes forming on the floor. “May I cut in?” Russ asked with a leer. Lou pulled out of me, and Russ climbed on the bed. Even on his knees he towered over me. “Well, what do we have here?” Russ fingered my pucker. He saw the look of fear in my eyes. “Looks like you’ve gotten your ass into a lot of trouble, boy.” I couldn’t help but moan at his touch. “I’ve always wanted to walk in on someone tied up and naked,” he said to the others as he lined his dick up to enter me. “So I could justtake it.” He rammed inside on the word “take.” “Oh, yeahhh.” He smiled with his eyes closed. “Oh, yeah, what a nice ass. Al, for this, the contract is yours.” He started fucking me slowly. I heard Al purr the words, “excellent, excellent.” Russ started to pick up the pace until he was pistoning in and out of me like rapid-fire. I whimpered, helpless. Manuel had liked saying that he enjoyed putting me though “major anal trauma,” and that’s exactly what was happening now. “Oh, yeah. What a sweet ass.” Russ was enjoying watching his own dick go in and out of my hole. Being fucked without my permission was turning me on so much, I started gasping, but I was still scared of what his monstrous dick might do to me if I came and he continued to plow me. “Yep, that ass is in trouble now, boy,” he said again. “Am I making it sore?” “Yes,” I whimpered, “and my legs” “Do you want me to stop and untie you?” he said, somewhat kindly. Did I? I didn’t know, so I didn’t respond. “Good answer,” he said and started fucking me harder. Why didn’t I say no? Russ now had permission, and he reamed me. Again, I was so loud the neighbors pounded on the wall. Russ started to come, and he was even louder than me. “Get me this ass some more times, and I’ll make sure you get a lot more business, Al,” Russ said in between gasps of air. “Of course. We can talk about that later. Right now my dick is awfully cold.” “Here’s a good place to warm it up,” Russ pulled out of my ass and spanked me once. “I’m about ready to come,” said Lou. “Do you mind if I slip in there first?” “Hey, of course” said Al. “He’s yours, after all.”

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I couldn’t believe myself. I was being given the respect of a blow-up doll, getting passed back and forth. I couldn’t understand why it made me so hot. “Oh, he’s not mine. He’s just a dumb bottom I tricked into giving up his ass for us tonight. You can see he enjoys it though.” Lou grabbed my hard dick as evidence. He teased my ass ring with his dick, threatening to enter. It was very embarrassing to have total strangers walk into my bedroom while I was being fucked. It was even more embarrassing that one of the strangers then fucked my ass. Most humiliating of all was hearing Lou tell them I was dumb and gloat about how he had fooled me. All I could do was lay there spread-eagle and take his dick in my ass again and again. Lou started to get close to coming and pulled out immediately. “I’m going to wait some more. I want the party we’re having in Derek’s ass to last a little longer.” “Well, then, I’m getting that pussy.” Al climbed on the bed and shoved his finger inside me. “Damn, his hole is hot from all the fucking you two have been doing. He needs more lube.” When I realized Russ was going to fuck me, I figured Al would penetrate me as well. Even though my legs ached to get out of the air, I accepted my fate willingly. I really wanted Al’s dick in me, even though as he stuck it in, I couldn’t think of a way this night could get any more mortifying. Al’s dick wasn’t as long as Russ’, but it was thicker and still very hefty. With every thrust he hit my prostate. I had to think about multiplication tables to keep myself from coming. “You’re the best looking guy I’ve ever fucked,” Al said. “And you have the prettiest ass I’ve seen. Hey, one of you get my digital camera out of my briefcase. I want to have a souvenir of this.” I spoke too soon. This night could get more embarrassing, and it was about to happen. Of course, no one asked me if they could take pictures of Al’s dick pumping my ass. They just went ahead. I tried to turn away, but they showed me that they got several shots of my identifiable face. Al took the camera from Russ and made some kind of adjustments to it while still slowly fucking me. “There,” he said to Russ. “Turn on all the other lights and hold this button down. I want streaming video of my dick riding his rump for the internet.” I gasped in shock. I tried to get away from his dick, but all I could do was wiggle helplessly. Again, they filmed me from head to toe, but they didn’t show Al’s face. The video would just show a big, black cock ravaging my ass for the world to see. “Let me slam that hole for a second,” Lou said. Suddenly, he was back inside me and they now filmed him. Russ put another condom on. I had only agreed to cuddle, and instead my ass was being gangbanged on video! I wanted to die of embarrassment. I closed my eyes and kept them shut while their penises invaded me. Soon, I had no idea which one of them was in me. All I could feel was the rhythmic pounding and the harsh pressure of hands over my burning thigh muscles.

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Eventually, I heard a crescendo of grunts, and I opened my eyes to see Al’s face contorted in ecstasy as he came deep in my ass. I thought it was over until I saw Lou’s erection pointing at my hole again. I had forgotten that the man who tricked me still hadn’t come. My legs and ass were so sore I had to fight back tears as he penetrated me, but my dick was still hard as a rock. “Think of this punishing dick as a lesson your ass is learning,” Lou explained. “When you give people an inch, they’ll take a mile. And everyone is going to take a mile if you’re always this good a bottom.” Being called a good bottom was just what I needed, and it made me feel like I could take a little more. Lou came quickly, thank God, but before he pulled out, I heard Mike’s voice say, “Hey guys, what’s going on?” When he saw me trussed up, he grinned from ear to ear. “That’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?” he said, caressing my thigh. “I told you. Derek’s the easiest bottom inRichmond . I knew he’d say yes.” “I didn’t!” I protested. “You didn’t say no either,” Lou retorted. He was right. I couldn’t believe it. Deep down I guess I’d been willing. “Tricked out of your ass, huh, boy?” Mike offered me a playful smile. “Baby, I bet you loved every minute, and you just won’t admit it.” Mercifully, he untied my legs, and Lou took off the handcuffs. My thigh muscles had stiffened in mid-air, and each time I tried to lower my legs, the pain was intolerable. “He’s stuck!” Mike said in disbelief. “God, how long did you guys have him tied up?” He stared at me with hungered lust and gave a low whistle. “Derek, if you keep that hole up in the air all naked and vulnerable like that, you know I’m going to have to fuck it.” He started to unzip. Al was lubing up my ass for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. “Mike, I’ll give it up another night. I promise,” I croaked in a hoarse voice as he put on a condom. “Okay, baby. I’ll fuck you another night,” he said. I closed my eyes in relief. “And tonight, too!” He stuck his dick deep in me. I gripped the mattress, expecting Mike to attack my ass the way the other three had, but his strokes were long and gentle. He was still quite big, and I whimpered helplessly. “I don’t hear you saying ‘no,’ so I’m guessing you like what I’m doing, boy,” Mike said. I moaned as he kissed me. “Baby, I’m sorry I wasn’t nicer to you,” Mike confessed. “I’ve been thinking about how sweet and trusting you were with me.” “I-I was?” “Yes. Sweet, pliant and compliant…and such good sex. They did a damn good job stretching you,” he

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said. “I only had to force it in a little. How’s my gangbanged bottom boy?” His voice was soft and comforting. “Ready to come?” He slowly jerked my dick as his hit my hole over and over. He came in me at the same time I shot in his hand. My legs were so tired they trembled. He and Russ massaged my legs until I could lower them. “You know, I’m getting to really like you,” Mike said. Instead of the predatory lust I always saw on his face, there was something different. He met my gaze with a tender look, and he caressed my cheek. “Even though I love having everyone fuck you, I do want to make sure you’re okay. Did you enjoy what happened tonight, boy?” I swallowed hard and thought about it. If I said “no,” then something like this might never happen again. I realized I’d miss it. “Yes, I did,” I said. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I remembered that I wanted love, and that’s not what I’d just asked for. But it was too late. “I’m glad, baby.” Mike kissed my cheek. I was so confused, but grateful Mike was nice to me. The night had been incredibly hot, but I swore I’d never let myself get tricked again.

Part Two “Losing My Ass”

In no time at all, the video was on the internet, and the whole town watched me get gangbanged. I watched it myself, and sure enough, you could see who I was, but the penises marauding me were safely anonymous. However, everyone knew. I went to Godfrey’s once, and Lou and Al walked in. Everyone applauded. Considering how many people had seen the video, they might as well have tied me up and fucked me right there on the bar’s pool table. For the most part, I was too humiliated to go out to the clubs and meet people. I knew it wouldn’t help my reputation at all anyway. But try as I might not to be promiscuous, guys still got me regardless. One guy claimed he had a flat tire and needed to make a phone call from my apartment. As soon as the door closed, he whipped out his dick. It was beautiful, and it didn’t take much convincing that I wanted it in me. When he was done pumping my rump, I noticed he never made a call. Another guy said he needed to borrow a wrench. I had just gotten out of the shower, and when I bent down to retrieve the tool box from under the sink, he stripped off my towel and started massaging my ass

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cheeks. Again, I got horny, and he was in my ass in no time. When he left, he patted my bare butt and said, “You’ve got the best ass in town, Derek”. It was then I realized I hadn’t told him my name. Tricked again. As sex crazed as I was, I told myself I wasn’t going to let myself be the dumb, easy bottom everyone accused me of being. I wanted a relationship, and that meant I had to go slow. Someone would want to be with me for my personality instead of my asshole sooner or later. Over the course of the next week, I chatted online with a man named Ron. I saw his picture. Nice looking and, although he was in his late forties like all the other guys that had been in my ass, he didn’t seem to know any of them. He never once mentioned anyone fucking me. I’d taken the word “bottom” out of my profile, not to mention that I had clothes on in my new picture. It was a good sign when he’d complimented me by saying, “you have such beautiful dark hair” instead of “you have such a hot ass.” Maybe he’d treat me differently and with respect. He asked me out a couple of times, but I claimed I was shy and had to know him better before I’d meet. The truth was if I met him out at the bar, there was a chance someone would see me and say something humiliating that would ruin everything. He eventually told me that he had a little group of friends that sometimes got together to do something goofy, like watch a Disney cartoon film. That sounded harmless, so I agreed to go with him. The night of the get-together I found myself feeling super horny. My drive to find something meaningful meant that I hadn’t been fucked in almost two weeks. I found myself donning my tightest jeans without any underwear, hoping Ron would notice. What am I doing?I thought.I’m not an easy bottom. I’m not going to let him fuck me the first time I meet him. I started to change just as Ron knocked on the door. I’d just have to wear what I had on and control myself. Ron turned out to be charming. He immediately put me at ease. On the drive over, he talked about music and his dogs. Nothing sexual. I didn’t catch him looking at my crotch once. His friends, Vic and Tom, were a slightly different story. They were nice enough, but they kept grinning like they were up to something. Still, it started off just the way we planned. Vic made some popcorn, and we settled in to watch cartoons. Ron held my hand the whole time. I looked at Vic and Tom once in a while. Vic was obviously a leather daddy. I could tell from his boots, his beard and his photos of Harleys he had on the wall. Tom didn’t seem as rough around the edges. In fact, from his conservative gray hair and plaid sweater he seemed pretty mild-mannered. On the other hand, he had a diamond earring and a tattoo on his wrist of a missile imprinted with the words “target acquired” in red capital letters. Ten minutes intoPinocchio , Vic announced he was bored, and they shut off the TV. “Let’s play poker,” Tom suggested. “Uh, I don’t know,” I said. “I can’t play poker.” I had a vague recollection of telling someone recently that I couldn’t play poker. Maybe it was Ron. “Yeah, yeah. That’s what they all say,” Ron said, chuckling. “I know, we’ll teach you to play without betting money. Vic, you must have some M&M’s or some toothpicks around.” “That’ll be just as boring as that video. How about raising the stakes just a little.” Vic’s pitch black

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brows rose with mischievous mirth. “It won’t be interesting without at least a little money.” Ron sighed. “Well, what about strip poker? That should keep us awake at least.” “Excellent.” “That’ll work.” “Wait, what?” I asked. “Let’s start off without shoes,” Vic offered. “Keep on your socks for warmth, if you want, but you can’t bet them. “Don’t worry,” Ron said. “It’s just for fun.” I held two aces in the first hand dealt to me, which I thought was good enough to win. I felt a little relieved. After all, if socks and shoes didn’t count, all I had was my shirt and pants. I cursed myself for being too horny to wear underwear. “Do we have to say what we’re betting?” I asked. “Uh, isn’t that obvious?” Tom smirked. “No, I know what he means,” Ron quickly cut in. “Okay, I’ll bet my sweater.” “I’ll bet my sweatshirt,” said Vic. I saw he had another shirt on underneath. This was unfair. All I had was my t-shirt because Tom had taken my jacket at the door. “You’ll bet your shirt, Derek?” Ron asked with a sweet smile. “You could bet your pants if you want to, of course,” Tom added. They all laughed. “Nah, I’ll bet my shirt.” They all asked for more cards, and I had no idea what to ask for. When they showed their hands, it looked like I won. “You lose, Derek. Off with your shirt,” said Vic. “But wait, I have two aces, and you only have two jacks.” “Nah, we said eights are wild. So, I really have three jacks. Your shirt, please?” Vic held out his hand. I started pulling my t-shirt off. “Shouldn’t it just be whoever has the worst hand has to give up his shirt?” I asked. “Sometimes,” Ron said with a nod. “Nah,” said Vic. “Not how we play. Winner gets one item from the loser of his choice.” I handed Vic my t-shirt.

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Tom’s face lit up with lust. “Ooh, very nice, Derek.” He stroked my stomach. “I like tan and muscular.” “And smooth,” Vic added with a devilish glint in his eyes. “All right, don’t embarrass him,” Ron said. He placed his arm protectively around my shoulders. “Though you do look great shirtless.” He gave me that sweet smile again. Vic and Tom exchanged a look that said,he’s going to look even better naked. When the second hand was dealt, I got three tens and an eight. I wondered whose shirt or sweater I’d pick. They were all pretty good looking guys in their forties or fifties, especially Vic with his sexy beard. I decided it would be best if I asked for Ron’s shirt. After all, he was my date, and I was sure it would turn him on if I chose him to be the one I most wanted to see naked. I’d have a better chance of getting lucky later.What am I saying? I’m not going to have sex on the first date! When everyone showed their hands, I was sure I’d won. “You lose again, Derek. Looks like I won your pants,” Tom said. “But wait! I have the best hand. Don’t you have the worst hand?” “Derek, we said `low hand wins.’ Don’t you remember?” Vic grinned. I could have sworn they’d said nothing of the sort. I was also pretty sure they hadn’t said anything about eights being wild in the first hand either. Tom started unzipping my jeans. I looked helplessly at Ron, but he just shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, Derek,” he said. “You’ll get him next time.” Tom tugged my pants far enough down that he could see my penis. “Whoa! No underwear on you, boy? This game just got interesting!” “Nice shaved crotch,” said Vic, reaching over and caressing my dick. I tried to think about the Periodic Table from high school chemistry class, so I wouldn’t get hard while Tom stood me up to finish removing the pants I’d lost. Vic’s left hand reached around and gently played with my ass. Ron pushed his hand away and swatted Tom’s fingers, too. However, his own hand lingered on my rump. “God, you are beautiful,” he said. “All right, all right. I surrender. I lost. I’m nude. Now can I have my clothes back, please?” “Nope,” said Tom. “You have to win them back.” Ron’s fingers delicately trailed down my ass crack, his index finger fondling my pucker. I wished it was his dick so much that I almost purred. “Win them back? But I have nothing to bet!” I argued. Vic had already dealt each of us our cards. “You have to bet your ass, Derek,” Vic said. “Whoever wins this hand gets it.”

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That did it. I suddenly had a raging hard-on. I tried to cover it with one hand while sitting back down, but I couldn’t keep Tom from sneaking his left hand under mine and pushing my thighs apart so he could finger my hole. “No…no way,” I stammered as everyone picked up their hands. “This can’t be how strip poker normally works, can it?” “No, not normally,” Vic said. “But those are the house rules, and it’s my house.” I looked at my cards and frowned. “Does low hand win this time?” “No, not this time,” they all answered. “Okay, so we know what Derek is betting,” Vic began. “So let’s say that if I win, I get his ass to fuck all night.” Tom pounced. “Okay, I’ll see that, and I’ll raise you. If I win I get to fuck his ass for a week.” “What?” I yelled. Ron laughed and gestured for the guys to settle down. They didn’t. “All right, Tom,” said Vic. “I’ll take Derek for a full month.” “No,” I said half-heartedly. I was so turned-on, but I was determined that I wouldn’t worsen my reputation inRichmond by letting someone win my hole for a month in a poker game. “That’s crazy,” I said, feeling myself hyperventilate. “Okay, okay. We’ll compromise.” Vic’s forehead creased in thought. “The winner only gets you for the full night.” By now, Tom was finger-fucking me. I was almost at the point of agreeing to anything. “After the winner fucks me, do I get my pants back?” I whispered. “No.” Tom pushed his finger in further. “We’ll play another round to see if you win your pants back then.” His calloused hand felt like sandpaper against my shaved crotch. “No, no. Be reasonable.” Ron smiled at me. “Yes, sweetie, you’ll get your pants back.” They turned their hands over, and it was immediately clear that I had lost my ass, and Ron had won it. His hand replaced Tom’s between my legs, and he started to insistently press a digit inward. “Oh, yeah. This is the best thing I’ve ever won,” Ron said with a triumphant grin. I couldn’t understand how this happened. All I did was come over to watch a Disney movie, and somehow I lost my ass in a game of poker instead. Tom and Ron stood me up and bent me over the table. Vic pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket and some condoms. What? He knew all along we’d be playing strip poker for my ass! Knowing I’d been set up only made my dick harder.

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Tom started lubing my hole. I found myself arching my back to help him slide in deep and feel everything. “Instead of a poker table, now it’s a poke-him table.” Vic chortled. That turned me on, but I knew I had to fight my horniness to keep a shred of my dignity. “No,” I said, trying to stand up. “Not in front of everyone.” “Yes,” Vic argued. “My house. My rules.” Tom bent me over the table again and started in and out motions with his fingers. “Share and share alike,” he said. “Please,” I begged. “I would let you guys all fuck me, but I’d be embarrassed. Maybe you don’t know, but my reputation is that I’m really easy. I don’t want people to think I’m a slut. If my reputation gets any worse, no one will want to date me; they’ll just want to fuck me.” “What’s wrong with that?” Tom purred in my ear. “No, Tom.” Ron gently pulled Tom’s fingers out of me. “He just said he’s embarrassed. Sweetie, I’ll take you in the bedroom.” He wrapped one arm around my chest to help me get up. I hadn’t realized I had obediently stayed bent over even after Tom stopped fingering me. Ron cupped my ass and led me to a bedroom. I could see Tom’s look of disappointment, and Vic appeared a little pissed off, but they didn’t say anything. Ron kissed my face and my chest as he carefully pushed me down on the soft bed. “I love every inch of your smooth body,” he murmured as one hand reached my crotch and the other, my hairless hole. He put my legs in the air and started to undress himself. “Shaved boys like it rough, don’t they?” he said. That was weird because I was sure a guy like Ron was going to be kind to me. I was getting stiffer at the idea that he was a nice guy on the outside who was actually a lust monster out to nail me. “Be gentle with me, though.” I hadn’t been fucked in a couple weeks and I didn’t want him to injure me. “Mmmm, nice and tight,” he said as his penis entered my ass. I noticed that he’d left the bedroom door wide open. It was too late for me to get up and lock it. After feeling Ron inside me for a minute, I didn’t care at all. His dick was perfect for right now. If he had been bigger, he would have hurt me, but he was definitely big enough that I felt every stroke. I moaned and spread my legs wider to make my ass more accessible to him. All of a sudden, Ron started hammering my hole unbelievably hard. I gasped in shock and involuntarily tried to wriggle my ass away from the attack, but he didn’t let up nor miss a stroke. He fucked harder than Manuel. Harder than Mike. I started moaning louder than I’d ever moaned before. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God!” I repeated as I felt his dick penetrate and pummel me in merciless abandon. I could hear Vic and Tom laughing. “Oh! Oh! Oh, my God!” I gasped over and over for what felt like an hour, while Ron continued his unrelenting attack on my hole.

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“Damn, you’re a good bottom,” he said. “Most guys would have broken by now.” The truth was that I was about to cry, but his compliment made me harder, and I wanted to service him more. I pulled my legs further back. I was shocked when Ron somehow increased his pace. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “Yesssss!” He hissed as he came, thrusting the deepest he could. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” He panted, exhausted. “You did it, Derek. No one can hold on until I come.” He shook his head. “God, you’re amazing. I can’t believe I get this ass all night long.” I lay there, breathing hard, feeling my ass throb with soreness and heat. I loved that fucking. God,Richmond tops were all fantastic. Ron lay next to me for a while catching his breath. He spent about a quarter of an hour kissing and fondling my body. His hands felt wonderful. “Now I’m going to fuck you doggy style,” he said with a smirk. I couldn’t believe he was ready again! He flipped me over and spread my knees apart, so my hole was level with his dick. “You know what? I’m going to blindfold you.” I moaned. I knew what that meant. They say I’m dumb, but I’m not that dumb. Vic and Tom were going to slip into the bedroom and fuck me. I hoped they’d figure out a way to get in my ass without me feeling like I’d agreed to be public pussy. I stayed passively on all fours while he tied a black handkerchief around my face. I could see light around the edges, but I was effectively blinded overall. Ron started fingering my hole and lubing me up to be re-penetrated. I felt surprised at how rough he was being. It was then I realized that his fingers were much more calloused than I remembered. Unless Vic was really calloused, it had to be Tom’s hand. The rough hands squeezed my cheeks and played with my hole for several minutes while I remained on all fours, patiently arching my ass and moaning softly. I felt hands pushing my knees further apart. One palm slid up my thigh and spread my hole, while a dick that was definitely larger than Ron’s entered me with some difficulty. When it was in me to the hilt, I heard a low voice whisper “yeahhhh.” It was Tom. He started long, slow strokes. He pulled almost all the way out of me and then all the way in, his hands firmly squeezing my hips. He ground away at me for a long time, fucking me with a round and round motion that was totally different than Ron’s style. Doggy style makes me sore more quickly than other positions, and I started grunting from the effort. I found myself pulling away from Tom’s dick so he couldn’t get it all the way in. Each time I did, he gently, but firmly, pulled me right back, so his hard-on continued to hit my prostate. “C’mon, sweet bottom boy,” Ron whispered in my ear. “You can do it.” Again, the encouragement helped and for a short while I found new resolve to take the fucking until I could make Tom come. After another five minutes, I started pulling away again, and this time I could tell that my struggling was turning Tom on. His pumping became more insistent, his grip on my hips tightened, and his nails started to dig into my skin. I suspected if I suddenly gave in and started to push back on his cock, he’d come. I did just that. After a few final thrusts that brought me to tears, I heard Tom try to suppress a groan and whisper, “Oh, Jesus.” He pulled out slowly, his rough hands fondling my ass. Someone softly kissed the nape of my neck, causing ripples of pleasure to race down my back.

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“You’re the best, Derek,” Ron said. “Stay in that position just like that for me.” A hand played with my hair, but I knew Tom’s two hands were still on my ass cheeks. Another hand started fingering my hole and I broke, my stomach hitting the bed as I collapsed. “Please, Ron” I cried out. “I need a break.” There was a brief silence. I guess the three of them were conferring on what to do, probably in pantomime. “Okay, sweetie,” said Ron. “I’m going to give your hole a rest.” I sighed in relief. “But not your ass. Keep the blindfold on and come on back over to the edge. Stand up and bend over the bed.” What were they going to do? I did as I was told without complaining, and a pair of hands grabbed hold of me. I noticed they weren’t calloused like Tom’s, but I wasn’t sure they were Ron’s either. Suddenly, I was spanked. Hard. Then again and again. I started moaning each time. From past experience with Manuel, I knew if I stroked my erection I’d be able to get through a pretty rough spanking. I was spanked at least twenty more times before I lost count, focusing on my dick and how much it turned me on to be humiliated by three guys at once. Someone blew on my beaten ass, the cool air soothing the burn. I was kissed softly very near my hole. I felt a beard. Vic had spanked me. “That’s enough of a break,” he said gruffly. Did he really think I wouldn’t be able to tell it was his voice? He pushed me on the bed and flipped me over. Two hands gripped my thighs and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. Again, they thought I couldn’t count. While the two original hands were pushing my legs back, a third hand lubed me up. None of them felt like Tom’s. Yet again, a penis started pressing up against me, trying to enter. I grabbed it for a brief second to make sure there was a condom on it. Finding one, I lay back and let Vic have at me. He entered me with force, and I grunted and struggled with the girth inside me. He wasn’t as big as Mike, but he was still quite large, and I was already very swollen. “It’s too bad that Vic doesn’t get to nail you,” Vic said, pretending he was Ron. “If he were here, he’d want me to punish-fuck you for that.” Didn’t Ron already do that?I wondered as Vic started pumping me furiously. The attack wasn’t as violent as Ron’s, but he was so much bigger. I started to cry out in protest. “You can do it, sweet boy,” the real Ron said. I felt Vic bend over me and twist my nipples with obvious menace while continuing to hammer my ass. I nearly screamed. I pushed against his chest with my left hand so I could stroke my dick. The only way I was going to be able to take this was to beat off and concentrate on the pleasure I was giving Vic. “Do you think Vic would want to hurt my hole like this?” I whimpered. “You know he would.” Vic’s voice sounded ragged with effort. “The longer you keep it from him, the more he’ll make it hurt.”

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I moaned helplessly. “And you know he’s going to get it eventually. There’s no keeping your ass from him. If you wait too long, he’ll plow you until you cry.” “Then I give in!” I screamed. “He can ravage my ass as much as he wants.” As I said this, I had to pinch off my dick to keep from coming. Vic’s thrusts became more insistent, and he grunted louder and louder with each one. He was pushing so hard I was hitting the headboard behind me. Thank God he came quickly. He bent over me, and I felt his beard on my face, his lips tenderly brushing mine. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to pump your buns again doggy style,” Ron said. Oh, God. I had anticipated I’d get fucked three times once they pulled my pants off at the poker table, but a fourth time? “I think I’m going to need some ice for my hole afterwards.” I whimpered as I rolled over, got on all fours, and arched my back. “You got it, sweetie,” Ron said. “You’ve been such a good boy.” A hand patted me on the shoulder. Without any additional fingering or lubing, a dick started pressing up against me, found its way, and entered me. I was so swollen I couldn’t tell if it was Ron’s dick, but I was pretty sure it was larger than his. As the cock started pumping my insides rhythmically, I realized from the size it had to be Vic again. But so soon? Were his hands a little calloused? Maybe it was Tom again, but he fucked fast and hard like Ron, instead of slow and grinding. Maybe it was too big to be Tom. Who was in my ass? I had to know. I struggled to support my weight on one hand and managed to take off the blindfold. There were Tom and Vic, stroking obviously spent dicks. I should have guessed it was Ron from how fast it was. “Did you guys both fuck me?” I managed to ask while Ron continued to thrust deep inside me. “Oh, yeah, man” Tom said, grinning. “Yeah, you’ve got the sweetest ass I’ve ever fucked, Derek,” said Vic, reaching over and patting my backside. “Yeah, I can’t wait to fuck it again,” said a voice from the other side of the bed. I whipped my head around. Ron!Then who was in me? I looked behind me, and there was a total stranger dicking my hole. Mike stood right next to him, filming everything. I nearly fell over in shock. “Goddamn it,” I said. “Tricked again.” I didn’t try to buck the stranger out of me. I just shook my head in disbelief and looked back at the wall in front of me. The man started to fuck me harder, realizing he had free reign now. This is what I deserved for being so stupid, I told myself. I felt how rigid my cock was and realized something. I absolutely loved being tricked.

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I looked back again. He was old, fat, and pale. Someone I never would have looked at twice, but I didn’t care because his dick felt so good. I started to press back on it. “Yeah, that’s it, pussy boy,” he growled. I didn’t care if he said humiliating things. My ass was Ron’s for the night, so if Ron wanted to give me to this man, then he was getting to fuck it fair and square. I told you, Ron,” Mike said. “He’s the easiest bottom inRichmond .” My face flamed with embarrassment. I even felt my ass warm with humiliation at the thought of this total stranger getting to plow me on camera. I wondered if more men were on their way over. I nearly came at the thought. The stranger brutally ravaged me, and I let him, meeting his every thrust. I was so sore, but I knew I was going to have to take Mike after this. “I can’t believe I’m getting gangbanged again!” I wailed. “Why not?” the stranger said, his voice hoarse from his efforts. “With an ass like this, you ought to get fucked every minute of your life.” His pace increased. “And I’m the one that’s going to be fucking you every minute of your life.” He shuddered and came inside me. “Oh, yeah, Derek,” the fat man murmured, still buried deep inside me. “Invest in a lot of condoms. I’m going to fuck this ass every single chance I get.” I collapsed onto my back and panted. I knew the man was telling the truth and with a dick like that, I would let him. As much as he wanted. And Lou. And Russ. And Al and Ron and Tom and Vic. “I guess this is what I deserve for being so dumb, Mike. Go ahead and say it again.” “You’re not that dumb, sweetie,” Mike said, stroking my trembling thigh. “You’re just so horny all the time, you can’t think straight.” “I’m not dumb?” “No, but you are extremely easy,” he added as he lifted my legs. His words humiliated me, but I could hardly deny them. “Don’t worry about it, Derek. Easy bottoms are the best.” “Oh, yeah? Who thinks that?” “We all do,” Ron said, and the others heartily agreed. “Admit it, every time someone tricked you into getting fucked, you really wanted it.” I considered it as he delicately fingered my hole. I thought about what happened with Lou, Russ and Al and about what just happened with Ron, Vic and Tom. “Yeah,” I confessed softly, “I admit it.” Tom and Vic grinned at each other. I probably just informed them they could expect to share my ass again. “Well, now, since you’re so sweet and easy,” Mike purred out, “I bet you’ll agree that you were meant

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to be the new town bottom and let every top inRichmond fuck you as much as they please.” My stomach tightened in ecstasy at the thought. I saw Mike had the tip of his dick right at my hole and was about to push in. “Do you agree that’s what you were meant for?” I saw daylight peeking through the blinds. Night was over. I was no longer Ron’s property. Mike began fucking me, and Ron started up the video camera. I didn’t protest. I was no longer an ass for Manuel to fuck. Now I was everybody’s. “Yessss,” said Mike. “I slipped right in. I should have a bunch of guys screw you beforehand when I want to get inside you because now you’re just right.” “Yes, sir,” I said. “I’ve gotten to be so crazy about you, Derek, and how wild you are.” Mike touched the hollow of my throat. “I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you, I promise.” His strokes were slow and gentle. “All you have to do is just give up your ass to anyone I say can have it.” I let out a deep moan. “Isn’t that what you want, bottom boy?” he asked, caressing my cheek. I’d thought I wanted love, but I was only twenty-two. Love could wait a few years. I didn’t want it now. I wanted to bottom. “Answer me. Isn’t it, boy?” “Yeah, but I like being tricked,” I said. I bent my knees back to better offer Mike my ass, humbly accepting my fate. “I understand. It will be my pleasure to trick you all the time,” Mike said, grinning as he thrust inside me. “It will be my pleasure.”

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Author Bio

Gavin graduated from theGeorgeWashingtonUniversity with a degree in American Literature. His professors would likely drop dead if they knew what he wrote these days. He lived inRichmond for six years, but now lives inHouston with his partner, John. Gavin’s story “Claiming Danny” is also available from Forbidden Publications. He can be reached atwww.GavinAtlas.com .

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