I met Jason at the arcade. I’d just blew a big hole in my wallet at the blackjack table and was fucking pissed as hell. So Saturday night with no money in Atlantic City wasn’t gonna be all that much fun. I wandered around a bit before heading into the arcade. I was broke, and mad, and horny. Not a great combination for me. Not a great combination for the next neg ass I was gonna nail. So 1 ended up checking out some of the guys playing video games. I don’t understand today’s game. I’ve tried them. Gimme pacman any day.
I wound up in a group of kids watching 2 guys beating each other up on the video screen. It was some sorta virtual fighting game. Balls of fire, killer fans and stuff like that. I asked a kid next to me how to play the game. Jason tried explaining it to me in that teenage way where their attention’s somewhere else but they’re answering you.
So I gotta good look at Jason, he must’ve been no more than 17 or so. Smooth smooth white skin and big blue eyes framed with thick lashes, almost like a girl. I’m about 6’1″ and his shaved head came up under my chin (I found out later). He was dressed in baggie jeans and a black t-shirt that said “no fear.” My dick jerked inside my jeans. “No fear.”
I started bullshitting with him about not understanding today’s game. Then moved on to find out who he was here with. His folks were watching some concert, and gambling, and he was left to wander tonight. He’d already blew his cash on the machines and his folks didn’t let him bring his board, so he was just bumming around. I told him I also blew all my money, and had nothing else to blow. I told him I was probably hoping to find a quiet spot to nurse a beer and take a toke.
His whole body language perked up every so slightly. Jason asked me where, so I told him didn’t really know. Maybe onto the beach or under the boardwalk. I gave him a slight smirk and asked if he wanted to join me. He kinda shrugged, but I think he was very keen on the idea.
I went to get my stash, and met him back outside on the walk. It had gotten really chilly, and even in my sweatshirt, I felt it. In nothing but a t-shirt, I could almost see goose bumps running up his arms. We hustled to the near by storefront, and I bought 2 beers, then we got to the beach. It was too windy to sit on the beach (and for what I had in mind too out in the open) so we wander under the walk way for a bit. We ended up tucked in a comer under the pier and sat down on the cold sand.
We huddled together to stay warm, more for his sake than mine, and guzzled our beers. I lit the joint and let him have the first drag. Jason toked and shivered, but was smiling. We made small talk, but for well close to half an hour, I let him toke up more than me, and urged him to finish off his beer. I ended up with my arm over his shoulder, “trying to keep him warm.” I would let my hand stray onto his nipple.
I steered the talk to sex, and we traded stories about blowjobs, and cunts and fucking. Jason was giggling a lot and I lit a second joint. I told him that I was frustrated and homy, and hadn’t had a blowjob in a week. This fished out the comment I was looking for: yeah? He said, your girlfriend give it to you?
Nah, some faggot at the gym. I left him and stood up, making like I was gonna turn my back to him.
You let a fag blow you?
I told him: yeah, I was in the gym and some guy followed me to the steam room. And he blew me. Swallowed my load. He was fucking good. Probably better than my girlfriend.
I unzipped as he stared at me, and hauled out my dick, which was a charged and rock hard 9 inches. Leaving it hanging out, I reached a free hand for the joint, took a toke and passed it back. To took it from me and took a long hit, but kept staring at my cock.
So I leaned back and kept making up the experience as I went. My cock would twitch and precum would bubble out. The more he listened to me, the homier he got, and the more he toked up.
Fuck, I said, I’m so fucking homy. I can’t fucking pee. Are you as fucking homy as I am?
Jason sort of just sat there and stared. He giggled nervously and said yeah.
Fuck, I gotta pee. Do you mind if I jerk off?
He shook his head, so I spit on my dick and started to pull. He watched me intently, caught up in the buzz of the weed and beer.
C’mon man. Stop staring at me like a freak. You’re making me feel self-conscious.
He mumbled sorry, and started to turn away.
Why don’t you fucking join me? It’ll be less embarrassing.
He sorta shrugged and shook his head, but I yanked him up my his t-shirt and unzipped him. he pushed my hand away, but left his jeans unzipped. After a second, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out a nice piece of young cock. It was a respectable 6 inches, but I needed to bumped it to the next level.
Nice dick. S’not as big as mine, but it’s a good size.
Jason blushed, and his whole face and ears turned red.
Don’t worry about it. You’ll be able to please a lotta girls, and guys if you’re into that, with that dick.
Fuck that, man. No faggot’s gonna touch my dick.
Whatever, but they know how to give fucking awesome blowjobs.
Jason spit on his dick again and continued pulling, my dick was like a steel rod in my hands at the sight of the virginal neg boy before me.
How big is it, I asked him. Without waiting for him to answer, I grabbed it and stroked. He shuddered, but didn’t protest when he realized it feels better to have someone jerk you off than yourself.
I grabbed his hand and said, here, feel mine. His hands were on the small side, and looked smaller wrapped around my poz cock.
Fuck, he said quietly.
Big huh? I shot at him. He nodded. He just about got his whole hand around it. A little faster, I told him.
Fuck, man, it feels good. You okay? Jason nodded. I leaned over and spit some more on his dick, and he spat on mine. Shit, feels real nice. Wish I was getting a blowjob though. Spit some more on it, Jase.
After a while, I pulled him next to me. His jeans had already fallen around his ankles, so I slipped my hand onto his butt cheek and squeezed it. I pulled up his t-shirt and tweaked his nipple and he gasped slightly. I moved in close to his ear and said quietly, c’mon Jase, put your mouth on my cock. He shook his head, but kept jerking me.
It’s no big deal man. It’ll feel real nice.
Still nothing. So I said, watch this. I squatted down and swallowed him whole. This time, he moaned out real load as I gave him an expert cocksucking experience. I gave him just a feel, then moved onto his balls but manually kept his attention.
I pushed him onto the sand, and pulled off his jeans and sneakers and hoisted his ass in the air and went to town. He’d never gotten a rim job before, but he liked them. Eating out boy-ass gets me salivating like a wolf, and I used the excess to lube myself up.
Before he even knew what was going on, I hobbled up and lined up my poz dick with his neg boy-hole.
What the fuck are you doing?
Nothing. Just relax, I told him and started to push.
Get the fuck off me, he yelled and started to struggle. But it’s pretty hard with your knees on your chest. And since I’m a solid 175 pounds to his 120 or so, it was impossible.
I popped into his cherry ass and he scrunched his face up in pain, my dick twitched at the sight of his pretty face like that. He yelled out in pain, so I clamped a hand on his mouth.
Shut the fuck up, you little bitch. If you fucking keep yelling, I’ll fucking tear your ass apart.
Jason continued to struggle, so I just plunged my cock up to my pubes. He screamed into my hand and his face went white in agony. I held very still, and waited.
Do you want me to hurt you some more or are you gonna cooperate?
His cheeks were wet with tears, but he nodded.
Okay, now relax, I said. Slowly, 1 moved my dick out and in, in and out. Eventually, after a minute or so, his ass juices (and whatever else) smoothed the ride out. After a few minutes of hitting the prostate, Jason popped a woody under me. I reached down and jerked him as I pounded his neg ass raw.
Look at that. You got a boner. You like getting flicked up the ass, huh?
He shook his head, but a moan escaped, caused by the expert pounding and hand job I gave him.
I kept telling him how good his ass felt, and how he was a great fuck. Soon, I got that familiar feeling in my nuts, that tingling that meant I was close to popping my killer load in yet another boy- ass. A few more hard strokes and I went over the edge. I shot 6 or 7 volleys of hot pozzed cum into Jason’s torn up ass. I bellowed in his ear as I came.
When I floated down off the high of bugging a neg ass, I realized I still gripped Jason’s hard cock in my hands. I jerked him slowly, and sensually, while I whispered non-sensical talk in his ear about his ass being mine, and his tight cherry, about it felt fucking him. He was still leaking tears while his cock was leaking precum all over my hands.
I pulled out of his used hole and slithered down his body and took his cock in my mouth. I gave him a deluxe blowjob and brought him off. He moaned out as he pumped his last neg load into my mouth, and I swallowed it greedily.
Afterwards, he didn’t make a move to leave, so I laid next to him and held him. I flicked him once more, this time he enjoyed it a little more, and I enjoyed it a little less knowing I’d already taken his neg cherry.
I walked him back to the hotel, but he didn’t say a word to me.
I went back to my own hotel and got my things together. Before I left, I changed out of my clothes. I’m gonna save this pair of bloodied briefs for a while.