At some point, hasn't every young bottom yearned to be ravished by a powerful, inescapable top? What dominant hasn't fantasized about a gorgeous young sub with an incredible ass, so horny he could never say no?
The Boy Can't Help It offers over a dozen such stories of beautiful young men: a gymnast, a diver, a surfer, a marine, and many college boys submitting to construction workers, horny professors, butch jocks, corporate titans, insatiable miners, even one's own psychiatrist.
Whether you long to be the helpless bottom or the top nailing him ... whether your wet dream is a bit of bondage, a gang bang, sex on the sand, or naughty voyeurism ... author Gavin Atlas has the stories to satisfy your every need.
EXCERPT FROM "Claiming Danny"
He gave me a confused look. "I thought ... well ... on the phone, you said you were going to fuck my ass, sir. That means I have to give you my ass when you want it."
"Because I said so?"
"Yes, sir, "he said. He still seemed to be puzzling out his reasons. "I like pleasing guys by giving them what they want, I guess."
I wondered what the limits of his passivity were. "So if it pleased me to take a hundred dollars from you, I'd get your money, too?"
"Well, no, of course not," he said. His laugh was shy and adorable. "That's ridiculous."
"Right," I said, "Giving away your money doesn't do anything for you at all. But getting your butt pumped ... "
He laughed, turning red and facing away.
"What I'm trying to get you to admit is that this isn't all charity work, Danny. You enjoy it when guys fuck you, right?"
"Well, older guys," he said, grinning, but still not meeting my eyes.
My dick stirred knowing I might be getting something the snobby young preps at Zayre couldn't have. "What about all the guys on campus? I'm sure they're after that tail, too."
Before he could answer, his door whipped open. A tall, thin man, about my age, barged in and did a double take when he saw me.
"Whoa!" he said, "I ... uh ..."
He had shoulder length brown hair and an unkempt, graying mustache. He was not someone I would have done. He wasn't from town, but he looked familiar.
"Is your name Bernard?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "Uh, I guess I walked in on something. I'm sorry." he said backing away reluctantly. He was mesmerized by Danny's beauty. Danny was still nude and lying on his side but half turned to face Bernard. His eyes traced Danny's soft features from his lips to his gorgeously pumped chest to his narrow waist and stopped, of course, at his full, round ass.
"I guess you're a friend of Howard's, too?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, gulping, "Howard said that there was a good ass here. That I could just come in and fuck it whenever I wanted."
Danny cringed and hid his head on my shoulder. He had to be way too sore. I reached down and put my fingers over his pretty hole to protect him.
"He's just been fucked for an hour," I said. "You sure you want him now?"
Bernard couldn't stop staring at Danny's rump. He was fingering his crotch with one hand. He literally licked his lips.
"Well, what does he want?" Bernard asked, gesturing at Danny.
Danny was wide-eyed and silent. He looked at me like it was my decision. I couldn't believe it. He wasn't going to say no. I'd just ravaged him with my huge dick for an hour, and he was going to let this guy fuck his sore ass some more.
It looked like it really was up to me. I let the silence linger. From the bulge in Bernard's pants, it was obvious he had a punishing tool. Danny stared at me with a nervous expression, waiting to see what decision I would make. I figured he might as well learn his lesson while I was there to keep him safe.
"Well," I said matter-of-factly, "looks like he's not saying no."
"Yeeeah!" Bernard said, exhaling in a cool whispery voice. His eyes narrowed and his face broke into a nasty smirk. He looked like he felt he'd just won a victory over Danny. I moved my hand back from Danny's crack. Instantly two of Bernard's fingers were probing Danny's hole while he freed his cock from his pants with the other.
"Yeeeah," Bernard said again. I could tell Bernard didn't care if Danny was sore. He was out to rough-fuck to his heart's content. After all, I bet Howard had promised Bernard that he'd get to do just that if he came here.
"Just remember, I'm in charge here," I warned. Bernard may have been my height, but I could outmuscle him. Danny looked at me, pleading. His eyes said "why are you letting this happen?" I gave him a stern look in return, trying to communicate "this is what happens to boys who can't say no."
Bernard already held Danny's ankles in the air. "I don't have any condoms," he announced, his dick pointed at Danny's hole and closing fast.
Danny bucked his legs free of Bernard's hands. Good boy, I thought, he's got some sense.
I opened Danny's night-table drawer and gruffly tossed a condom at Bernard. He was annoyed, but he put it on. He started massaging Danny's upturned ass-ring just like I had. I felt a jealous tug.
"Yeah! Oh my fucking God, yeah!" Bernard shouted the second he pushed deep into Danny. His eyes looked incredulous, like he'd just discovered gold. But I knew what he had discovered. Being in Danny's ass was so much hotter than being in any other guy's. It was so soft and welcoming and tight. I completely understood the incredible ecstasy I saw on Bernard's face.
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