Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2018 15:00:21 +0000 From: "Tim (via Google Docs)" Subject: Part 7-Getting Adopted Getting Adopted The following is an erotic story that may or may not be based on someone's reality. It includes adult-Youth sexual relations, without protection. If any of this offends you, you should stop reading now. If you read on and like what you see, let me know how much you like it and what fantasies you might want to see played out. ALSO, please give a generous donation to the Nifty Archive. They do a lot to keep this site going so you can get off reading these stories. Help `em out, fellas, jack off with one hand, donate money with the other. timmywriteshot@gmail.com GETTING ADOPTED - PART SEVEN Since my birthday party a few weeks ago. nobody at work said anything about it. The guys who attended kept their involvement a secret and the others didn't care. So, work was back to normal now. I turned 17 and I'm still doing my job everyday. I'm getting stronger all the time too. With all the labor and the gym workouts, my body has changed a lot over the past year. I'm looking pretty hot, if I do say so myself. I love to work without a shirt on whenever it's hot outside. I get to show off my new muscled pecs and tight abs. My biceps are really big now too. I still have no body hair, Daddy makes sure of that. Carlos showed me a whole different side of himself at my party. We were enemies at first and we beat the crap out of each other, but now, we're great friends. Carlos also works with his shirt off a lot, so I get to see his hairy muscled chest. We flirt when none of the other guys are around, and we eat lunch together. Sometimes, Steve, the foreman sends Carlos to buy stuff and he lets me tag along to help. You must know how those trips go. Here's a sample. Carlos drives the company truck and I ride shotgun. We're already not wearing shirts, so I have easy access to Carlos and his gorgeous chest. I lean over and suck on his tits a while as he drives. And I reach down to play with his crotch. Carlos knows where to go to a place that is secluded and we park. The cab of the truck has a back seat, so we climb in back and strip. Then, I suck Carlos' enormous fat cock. He is so fucking hot and his cock is as big as a beer can and 7" long. It takes all my effort to get it into my mouth, but practice has made perfect for us. I take him to the edge, but never all the way. I want to save his best for my ass. When I've finished with his blowjob, Carlos lays me on my back and rims me until I wail. Then, we keep a bottle of lube in the seat pocket, and Carlos lubes me up good. At last, he shoves his monster fuck stick into my eager asshole. I am used to having him now, so the pain is less, but it still hurts so good. Carlos likes to pound me and give me a little pain, I like a little pain. He twists my nipples hard while he fucks me. Sometimes he spanks my ass until it's red and swollen. Sometimes he pounds on my chest with his hard fists; once he even left bruises. It doesn't take long, though, and Carlos is worked into a frenzy and his fucking gets hard and deep. With one final thrust into my guts, Carlos shoots a mother load of cum inside me and I squeeze to hold it in. He pulls out and feeds me his cock while he jerks me off. I suck him dry and clean his rod, while he draws my cum up and out of my cock. He milks me and then licks my cum off my chest and abs. We get to do this at least once a week. We dress quickly and go pick up the supplies. When we get back to the jobsite, if anyone asks, we gripe about how crowded the store was and how slow the checkout was. Then we go back to work and I let Carlos' cum roll around inside me and trickle down my leg. Well, one Friday, Daddy stopped by the jobsite and took Carlos aside. They walked out of sight of everyone and were gone for several minutes. When they came back, Daddy waved and drove off. Carlos walked over and told me that he needed to talk to me at lunch break. Lunch time came, and Carlos and I grabbed our lunch and walked to a spot away from where the other guys were gathered. Carlos: "Sean, I've got great news. Your Dad asked me to take you out this weekend to the underage gay clubs. He even gave me a credit card to pay for whatever we want." Me: "Oh, shit! That's so cool! How many clubs are there?" Carlos: "Well, there are two downtown, and there's another one over in the Latino area. I think we should definitely hit those three." Me: "So when are we going?" Carlos: "That's the best part! I'm going to take you home after work to pack a few things. Then we're going to my apartment to grab some stuff. Then, your Dad reserved us a room at the new hotel downtown for two nights!" Me: "What?! We're going to go Friday and Saturday night and stay in a hotel? Fuck me! I can't wait for the end of this day!" At the end of the day, Carlos' jumped in his truck and followed me home. He came to my room to help me pick out what to bring with. We went through my closet and he picked out a pair of nice, tight slacks with a silk shirt. He also picked out two pairs of shorts and two scoop neck tanks. I don't wear underwear, so that's not an issue. We gathered toiletries and shoes and stuff and headed out to his apartment. Carlos lived across town in a nice building with security gates and a pool. We went upstairs and his place is a cool two bedroom unit, with living room, dining, two baths, and a nice deck overlooking the pool. As soon as we got inside, Carlos stripped naked and went into his bedroom, throwing clothes along the way. I followed him because I love to watch Carlos naked. He was packing a small bag, but he was still nude, so I went down on my knees and begged him to feed me his cock. He smiled and called me a slut, but he came over and fed his cock into my mouth. I slurped and sucked that fatty until it got rock hard, then I stroked him up and down with my mouth, cupping his mighty, hairy ball sack in my hand. Carlos grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my skull. Carlos: "You are a slut, Sean, there's no doubt. You just love to take my cock inside your slutty body, don't you." *Umph, umph* "Eat that big fat cock, Sean, suck me and drink my hot, thick cum." Carlos was right. I guess I had always been a slut. That's how James found me in the first place. I was ready to come to K.C. and sell my body to the highest bidder. Now, I was a selective slut, keeping myself for a select group of men. I'm so glad that Carlos is one of the chosen ones. Before too long, the skull fucking gets furious and Carlos pumps his monster load into my mouth. I swallow every drop and clean him off. I also know that Carlos can refresh and restock very quickly, so the night is not over. When we get to the hotel, Carlos checks in. Daddy has already paid the bill in advance and left credit for any incidentals. All we need to do is go upstairs and get ready to go out. The room is really nice. Two queen-size beds, a separate living area, big screen TV, a bar; it's perfect. We sit down in the living area and Carlos says we need to talk. Carlos: "Ok, Sean, here's the deal. You've never been to a place like this and you need to be aware of what to expect. First, the clubs only allow boys, aged 16-20 into the club. There is no alcohol, only soda. You might find some guys with weed or poppers, but nothing hard should be there. They keep the place hot to discourage too many clothes. They also keep the lights low and the music loud. Each of the clubs has some sort of recreation area, like an outdoor patio or a large back room. Guys will want you to go there with them. Be careful. You're young and new and some of these guys are assholes. Be careful about accepting drinks, they could be drugged." ME: "Fuck, Carlos, that's way too much to remember. I just want to dance and have fun." Carlos: "And you will. Just be careful and don't be afraid to come looking for me if you're in a jam. We're going to walk to the clubs on this side of town, so we don't have to worry about driving. We'll Uber across town, we just may not make it over there tonight. We need to eat dinner and then change for the club. Nothing starts to happen until 9:00 PM, so we've got plenty of time to eat, shower, and change clothes." We ate dinner at the hotel. Then, we went upstairs to shower and get ready. Carlos had thoughtfully packed an enema bag so I could be sure to have a clean asshole. We showered together and played around. Carlos helped me douche my ass. We had a good time playing in the shower. It was just fun to be two naked boys. We did our hair and shaved and made sure that I was totally hairless. Carlos put on a nice pair of shorts. They were tight enough that his package was on display, but not to tight to be gross. He topped that off with a scoop-neck, racer-back tank top. He looked so fucking hot with his hairy chest on display and his powerful back muscles stretching the fabric of the shirt. I chose a pair of shorts too. They had a really short inseam and they were slung low at the waist. There wasn't a lot of fabric used to make them. I pulled out a scoop-neck tank top that hugged my chest and abs. We were ready to go and it was just then 9:00 o'clock. We went downstairs and walked outside. It was a very warm night, but not too humid. The club was only a few blocks away, so the walk would be nice. We'd get to the club around 9:30. Along the way, we saw several male couples and groups walking in the same direction. When we got to the club, it was called Bottom's Up, the line was long and we waited to show our ID to the doorman. He was a real cutie, dressed in a shirtless tuxedo outfit. He was definitely an adult and his biceps were as big as my thighs. Nobody was going to mess with him! We finally got inside and it was everything Carlos said and more. The music was deafening, the lights were low and they were flashing and moving. The dance floor was huge and already crowded with boys. There were cute boys everywhere. It looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch Models Convention. Oh my gosh, there were hunky boys standing and posing, mostly with shirts off and rippling muscles glistening from oil or sweat. It looked like the room was sort of dividing up by age groups. The guys under 18 were drifting to one side and the 18-20's were drifting to the other side. There was some overlap, but you get what I'm sayin'. Carlos checked to be sure I had the lay of the land and that I was cool to mingle. I told him to go on and not worry about me. If I need him, I'll text. We agreed to keep our phones on vibrate in our back pockets where we could feel them. Carlos headed over toward his age group and I headed for the bar. I sat on a stool among a bunch of guys my age, I ordered a soda, and proceeded to look around at all the eye candy. I wish I could describe it better, but it was just awesome. Boys, 16-18, mostly, were everywhere I looked. Almost all of them were hot. Carlos did not lie. The place was a sauna, which encouraged the boys to shed their shirts. I pulled mine off and stuffed it in my waistband like a tail. I had nothing to be ashamed of; I looked as good or better than most of these boys. The norm was tan, built, smooth, longish hair, and very cute. I fit the bill. So, I wasn't alone for long. "Hi, I'm Chip. What's your name?" Me: "Hi, I'm Sean." Chip: "Hi, Sean. So, how old are you? Have you ever been here before?" Me: "I'm 17 and this is my first time in an underage club. It's a lot to take in." Chip: "You got that right, honey! There is so much meat in here we need to have a bar-b-que! Anyway, I just wanted to say hi. I'll be around all evening. If you get lonely, holler." And he walked away. Several boys cruised me, but didn't stop. There was one 16 year-old. Jeffrey, he was 5'6" tall, skinny, and really shy. He said hi, I said hi. Conversation was impossible, and eventually, he wandered off. I was kind of at a loss of what to do. So, I decided to walk around and see what else was happening. As I walked through the crowd and the groups of boys, I smiled, they smiled. Lots of boys pinched my ass and grabbed my crotch. Then, I literally ran into this really cute, tall, hunk of muscle and we both nearly fell over. We were not looking and sort of turned into each other, spilling our drinks. The guy grabbed me to keep me from hitting the floor and he was so strong he almost picked me up to save me. He was blonde and blue eyed, about 6'-1" and really buff. His shirt was gone and his chest was big and hard, his abs were chiseled and tight. He had a pleasure trail running from the center of his chest down and inside his waistband. "Hey, man, are you alright? God, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking. Here, let me get you another drink and help you clean up some." Me: "No, it was my fault, really. I wasn't paying attention and I turned without looking and there you were, just right there, not hurting anybody, just , uh, just standing there, uh, looking like, well, looking like you. Oh, shit!" *laughing* "Hey, man, stop, I won't bite. My name is Harrison, it's nice to meet you. I insist on getting you another drink." Me: "Hi, Harrison, my name is Sean. It's nice to meet you too. And, thank you for the drink. Again, I am so sorry. I spilled soda on your shorts. Let me pay for the cleaning." Harrison: "Fuck no, Sean. This is no biggie, really. I spilled on you too. Tell you what, I need to piss, let's go see if we can get rid of the soda on us and in us." I followed Harrison to the restroom. It was very large and there were boys all around, using the facilities for the correct purpose and many others too. First, we made our way to the urinal trough and unzipped. Harrison pulled out an incredible cock. It had to be 8" and fat just hanging there. I pulled out my 5 incher and tried to mask it with my hand to make it look a little bigger. I watched Harrison piss and I started to get hard, but I had to piss too, so I forced it out. We zipped up and went to the sinks. We washed our hands and Harrison got a paper towel damp and started to blot at the soda on the front of my shorts. As he pressed, he touched my cock through the fabric and I started to swell. That would get me to 6" or maybe 6.5", but that's not enough to impress the Adonis with the giant pecker. But, Harrison moaned a little, "Mmm, that's nice." He handed me the damp towel and stood near me so I could dab at his shorts. I did, I gently pressed against the spot and his cock started to grow, snaking its way down his pants leg and showing a fat, hard rod at least 9" long. I gasped. Then I said, "Oh my, Harrison, that's incredible!" Harrison: "I know, isn't it? I am so lucky. My dad and my big brother have enormous cocks too. Mine started to grow when I was 11. Now, I'm 18 and it's this huge fuck stick. I have so much fun with it. You know, Sean, I like you. How about we go dance?" So, we went back out to the dance floor and made our way to a spot to dance. The music was fast and loud, and Harrison was dancing in front of me, grabbing my ass and cupping my balls, and kissing me while we danced. It was really hot in there, but I had nothing else to safely remove. After a bit, Harrison danced up behind me and stuck his groin next to my ass. He pressed his chest against my back and wrapped his arms around me. Then, he had a popper in his hand and started holding it under my nose, closing off one nostril at a time. I breathed deeply and Harrison pushed it to my nose, alternating sides, until I had done it four or five times and I was having a hard time standing up by myself. Harrison was holding me up. Harrison grabbed a drink from somebody passing by and held it for me to get some fluid in me. It tasted sweet and cold, so I drank a lot of it. We kept dancing around and around. I was getting a little dizzy and the heat was getting to me. I really needed some air and said so to Harrison. So, Harrison led me off the dance floor, down a long hallway, and outside to a large fenced in patio. It was much cooler out here. Harris danced us over to a couple chairs and then he started feeding me the popper again. He sniffed it, then he shoved it under my nose. He embraced me and kissed me all over my face and neck. He was playing with my nipples and I felt my cock get rock-hard. I was so fucking high and all I wanted was a stiff cock up my ass. I reached for my shorts, unsnapped the waist, and they dropped to the ground, leaving me naked and horny. I looked around and saw a sling hanging in the corner. "Harrison, Harrison, help me get into that swing over there. OK? Help me in and you can fuck me." Harrison picked me up and carried me to the swing and laid me inside. I was wrapped in leather straps and cradled like a slingshot. He put my wrists in the loops above my head and put my anklse in loops down below and I was immobile and spread wide open. Harris came back with the popper and filled me again, then he walked around to my asshole and pulled my cheeks apart. He saw my pink, hairless pucker and he kissed it, spit on it, licked it, and got me ready for his giant anaconda cock. I felt him press the head against my hole and then he popped through and shoved himself in, all the way to the hilt. I screamed from the pain and then purred from the pleasure. Harrison fucked me so long and deep. I thought he'd never cum, he was a stallion and he edged himself then pulled out and waited. He did this over and over again, pounding my hot ass hard and fast, then slow and sensual. He pounded me, he shoved into me, he rammed my prostate and assaulted my guts. It was the best fucking I'd ever had. I was so high and my head was spinning. The poppers were long gone, but I still felt like I was on something. It felt great, though, and it made this fucking feel amazing! I was moaning and groaning so loud, I knew there must be a crowd watching, but I didn't care. Soon, a boy slipped his cock into my mouth and I sucked him off. He pulled out and showered his load all over my face. Then another cock slid into my mouth. This one was fat and short. He fucked my face and when he came, He shot it onto my face and my chest. All the while Harrington was taking me to Nirvana and back, boys kept sticking their cocks in my mouth. Some let me drink their loads, others sprayed their cum all over me. I felt the sticky hot juice covering my chest and my stomach, rolling down my sides. Harrison was about to blow. His face was red and his muscles tensed. I felt his huge cock swell even bigger as his boy juice rose up inside his shaft and erupted inside me like Vesuvius. Harrison's load was huge and he spurted over and over again, filling my ass with his sweet juice. When he was finished, he walked around and stuck his dick in my mouth to be cleaned off. Then, he smacked me on the ass and hollered, "Who's next!? We've got us a big old cock whore tonight." And he walked away. I looked around and saw a big crowd of half-naked teen boys. They were white, black, brown, and Asian. I knew they all wanted to get their dicks into one of my holes. I couldn't get myself out of the swing without help. And the boys started to gather around and get ready. They were lining up and pulling their cocks out of their pants. I was a little worried, but it felt so good to be desired like this. So, one after another, boys stepped to my ass and fucked me hard. Others fed me their cocks. Big ones, little ones, fat ones, skinny ones. Boys fucked my face and my ass at the same time. I don't have any idea how many cocks emptied their loads inside me and all over my face and chest. Every boy who came to fuck me was ready to cum. Word must have been travelling through the club, because the line never seemed to get any smaller. I really did love the fucking, but after 20 boys rammed my ass, I was kind of sore. That's when I heard the commotion. "What the fuck is going on out here!? You boys put your dicks back in your pants and go inside. You stupid motherfuckers! GO!" It was Carlos. "Sean, are you OK? I walked back here to give a guy a blowjob and I saw all this. How in the fuck did you get tied up like this?" So, I told him about Harrison and the poppers and the dancing and the sling and getting tied up and then getting fucked 20 times. My ass was so sore, I wasn't sure I could walk back to the hotel. Carlos helped me find my shorts and pull them back on. My shirt had disappeared. Carlos led me back into the club and toward the door. My face and chest were covered in cum and the boys in the club started to applaud and cheer. I was a hero! Me: "Carlos, wait, I don't want to leave yet. Dance with me." Carlos: "OK, little man, You are one bad motherfucker!" Carlos led me to the dance floor and we got into the loud, fast music and danced with the crowd. Boys would dance near me and grab my ass or kiss me or rub my cum-stained chest. I was Queen of the Ball. You see, at Bottom's Up, the bottom boys rule. I grabbed other boys and slapped their asses and pinched their nipples all around the dance floor. I was still so high for some reason, I just didn't care; I was just having so much fun and everybody loved me. I danced faster and faster, until I was exhausted at last. //////////// It was after 1:00 AM when I finally got tired and wanted to go home. The adrenaline rush of the dancing and the warmth of my insides filled with cum, had given me my second wind and I was ready to walk back to the hotel. Carlos offered to call an Uber, but I said I wanted to walk and show off my hot body. Carlos laughed and we walked. Back at the hotel, Carlos said we should shower and get to bed. I had another idea. Me: "C'mere, Carlos, you stud muffin!" I pulled his shirt off and then unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them to the floor. Then, I grabbed his monster cock in my hand and stroked it until it was rock hard again. Me: "My ass is so open and so lubed, I want you to finish me off for the night. I want your monster cock up my ass and I want you to fill me with your hot Latin cum. Carlos, you are one hairy beast motherfucker and I like your cock a lot." That's all it took. Carlos shoved me back onto the bed and pulled my legs up onto his massive shoulders. He pressed his fat cock against my rosebud and it went right in with no resistance. Carlos: "Is this what you want, you little white boy? Does your white boy ass crave my brown fuck stick? Oh, yeah, Sean, take my hard fucker and make me dump my load into your hot ass." Carlos fucked me hard and deep, pounding into me, forcing other guys' cum to ooze out around his huge member. He held onto my hips to keep me impaled by his beast. We both started to sweat and howl. I watched the sweat drip down Carlos' magnificent hairy chest, and he dripped sweat onto my chest as he pumped me hard. I watched as his muscles tensed and his abs rippled, and his face turned red. He was ready to cum. Me: "Fuck me, Carlos, fuck me and fill me up. I want you to breed me and make me your white boy whore. You are my hot Latin lover with a big brown ramrod and I want you to empty yourself into me. Now, Carlos, now!" And he did. He shoved his cock deep in my guts and held it there while he purged his balls of cum. Shot after shot bounced around inside me, filling me to the very rim with hot, creamy man juice. When he was finished, he rolled off me and lay beside me, pulling me into his strong arms. We fell asleep like that and didn't wake up until morning. [END PART SEVEN]