I met Jason at the arcade. I�d just blown a big hole in my wallet at the blackjack table and was pissed as hell. Saturday night in Atlantic City with no money in wasn't going to be much fun.
I wandered around a bit before heading to the arcade. I was broke, and mad, and horny. Not a great combination for the next neg ass I was going to nail.
I ended up checking out some guys playing video games. I don't understand today's games. I�ve tried them. Give me �PacMan� any day.
Two guys were beating each other up on the video screen. It was some sort of virtual fighting game--balls of fire, killer tanks, stuff like that. I asked the kid standing next to me how the game went. He answered me in that teenage way where he talked to me, but his attention was somewhere else.
I took a good look at the kid whose name was Jason. He must have been 19 or so, smooth white skin, and big blue eyes framed with thick lashes, like a girl�s. I�m about 6� 1�, and his head came up to my chin. He had on a black T-shirt that read "No Fear."
My dick jerked inside my jeans at the thought of making love to him. I had to get to know Jason better.
I started bullshitting him about not understanding today's games. Then moved to find out who he was with. His folks were at some concert, and he was left to wander around tonight. He�d already shot his wad on the machines and was just bumming around. I told him I had also blown my cash and had nothing else to blow, and hoped to find a quiet spot to nurse a beer and take a toke.
His body language perked up slightly. He asked me where I was going, and I said I had no idea. Maybe onto the beach or under the boardwalk. I asked if he wanted to join me. He shrugged, but struck me as very keen on the idea.
I went to get my stash, and met him on the boardwalk. The night had grown chilly, and the coolness penetrated my sweatshirt. Jason wore only his T-shirt, �No Fear�, and I could almost see goosebumps on his arms. We hustled to a nearby deli, bought 2 beers, then headed to the beach.
It was too windy on the beach (and too open for what I had in mind) so we wandered under the walkway and ended up in a corner under the pier. We sat down on the cool sand.
We huddled together to stay warm, more for his sake than mine, and guzzled our beers. I lit the joint and gave him the first drag. Jason toked and shivered, but was smiling.
We made small talk for a while. I let him toke up more than me, and urged him to finish off his beer. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder " to keep him warm." My fingers worked his nipples, and, if he noticed, he didn�t protest.
I steered the talk to sex, and we talked about girls and blowjobs and fukking. The weed was doing its thing, and Jason giggled a lot. I lit a second joint, took a puff, and handed it to him.
I told him that I was frustrated and horny, and hadn't had a blowjob in a week.
�Your girlfriend give it to you?�
�Nah, some fag at the gym.�
�You let a fag blow you?�
�Yeah. Some guy followed me to the steam room. And blew me. Swallowed my load. He was fukking good. Better than my girlfriend.�
�I�m so horny. You feeling as horny as I am?�
Jason giggled nervously. �Yeah.�
�Mind if I jerk off?�
He shook his head.
I unzipped and hauled out my dick, a rock hard 9 inches. With my free hand I reached for the joint, took a toke, and handed it back to him. He took it from me, and took a long hit; but stared at my dick, caught up in the buzz of the beer and the weed.
�Better if you join me.�
I yanked up his T-shirt and unzipped him. Forcefully he pushed my hand away, but left his jeans unzipped. After a minute, he unbuttoned and pulled out a nice piece of young dick. It was a respectable 6 inches, but he needed to bumped it to the next level.
�Nice dick. Good size.� Jason blushed. �You�ll be able to please a lots of girls and guys with that.�
�No fag�s gonna touch my dick.�
�Whatever. But they know how to give some awesome blowjobs.�
�How big is it?� I grabbed it and stroked him. He didn't protest when he realized it felt better to have me do it than himself.
�Feel mine.�
I moved his reluctant hand to my dick and made like I wanted him to jerk me. Uncertainly, he complied.
�A little faster, man.�
I pulled him next to me. His jeans had fallen around his ankles. I pulled up his T-shirt and tweaked his nipple. He gasped. I moved close to his ear. �Suck my dick, Jason.� He shook his head, and kept jerking me.
�Watch this!�
I bent over and swallowed him whole. He moaned out loud as I gave him a sample of expert cocksucking and moved on down to his balls.
I pushed him onto the sand, pulled off his sneakers and jeans, hoisted his ass in the air and began to eat him. He�d never been rimmed before, but he sure did like it! Eating his boyass got me salivating like a wolf, so I used the excess to lube my dick.
Before he knew what was happening, my poz dick probed his neg hole.
�What the fuk are you doing?�
�Nothing. Just relax,� I started to push into him.
�Get the fuk off of me,� He struggled to get out from under me. But it's pretty hard with your knees to your chest. And since I�m was 175 pounds to his 120 or so, for Jason it was impossible.
I popped into his cherry ass and he scrunched his face up in pain. My dick twitched at the sight of seeing his pretty face like that. He yelled out in pain, so I clamped a hand on his mouth.
�Shut up, you little bitch. If you keep yelling, I�ll tear your ass apart.�
Jason continued to struggle, so I just plunged my dick up all the way into him. 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? Or are you gonna cooperate?�
His cheeks were wet with tears, but he nodded.
�Okay, now relax,� I said.
Slowly, I moved in and out of him. Eventually his ass juices blended with my poz precum, and the ride smoothed out. After a few minutes of hitting his prostate, Jason got hard under me. I reached down and jerked him as I pounded his neg ass raw.
�You got a hardon! You like getting fukked in the ass!�
He shook his head no, but a moan escaped his lips, caused by my expert pounding and hand job I was giving him.
I got that tingling in my nuts, that meant I was gonna shoot my killer load in his sweet boy ass. A few more strokes and I went over the edge. I shot 6 or 7 volleys of hot poz cum into Jason�s torn up kunt. I bellowed in his ear as I came.
When I floated down off the high of bugging his neg ass, I gripped Jason�s hard dick in my hand. I jerked him slowly and sensually, while I whispered nonsensical stuff in his ear about his ass being mine, his tight cherry, about how great a fuk he was. His eyes were still leaking tears while his dick was leaking precum all over my hand.
I pulled out of his used hole, slithered down his body, and took his dick in my mouth. I gave him a deluxe blowjob and got him off. He moaned loudly as the last neg load of his young life spewed into my mouth. I swallowed it greedily.
He didn't make a move to leave, so I laid next to him and held him. I fukked him a second time, and lubed by my poz cum, he enjoyed it more. I also figured the second fuk was insurance that my poz load would take. And with his consent he�d have a lot less to say to mama and papa.
We walked him back to his hotel together. I knew he was uneasy about what had occurred. After all, he�d consented�at least the second time. I figured in his book that meant he was a fag. We never said another word. I knew he needed time to sort it all out, figure out that what had happened wasn�t so bad, and that, sexually, he�d never look at men quite the same again. I thought forward to the day when he discovers he�s been pozzed. Wish I could be there.
Penniless, I left Jason and went on back to my hotel, changed clothes, and checked out. Jason�s ass blood had stained my briefs. I threw them in the suitcase on top of everything else. Happy poz life, Jason!