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He had been working on a few things in my apartment for a couple of days, fixing a couple of door frames in the hallway, re-grouting the bath, repairing some leaking taps and generally casting his eagle eye over the whole apartment. There seemed to be nothing he couldn’t fix. Tom was surprisingly young for someone so capable and on the third day, over a coffee, I’d asked him about this. He’d smiled shyly at the compliment.

‘I worked with my dad a lot when I was a kid and a teenager. He could do anything. I wasn’t that book smart at school. I was ok, but I didn’t fancy uni, so I did an apprenticeship. I worked for other people for a couple of years, but then thought it would be better to set up my own business. Been at it for nearly a year now.’

I was impressed. Tom had come recommended by a friend, and clearly had his head screwed on right, and was now making a decent living, fixing up the homes of incapable middle class members of the London intelligentsia. He’d always have work.

‘Well, I’ll make sure that I call you next time I need something done. For now, I’m going to get back to work in the office. I leave you to my… um… sticky drawers…’ I guffawed and Tom had the good grace to laugh along with me.

Tom may have had his business head screwed on, but I surmised that his private life was a mess. The day before, I had overheard him whispering angrily into his phone. I guessed that his girlfriend or wife was a bit of a bitch. Poor man. 

I got down to work on my next short story, comforted by the sounds of Tom sawing, hammering, and fixing like the expert he was. Then there was silence and I heard his phone chirrup. Maybe it was her. A few seconds later, I knew for sure it was the woman in his life, as Tom shouted down the phone at her. ‘Just fuck off then! If you don’t want to stay around, I’m not stopping you. You make my life…’ Silence again. I wondered if she had ended the call. I gave it a few seconds and then wandered back into the kitchen. Tom was bent slightly over the counter, his chest heaving, one hand on his forehead, the very picture of anguish. I shuffled in noisily, letting him know I was there.

‘Um… that sounded dramatic.’ I gestured toward his phone. ‘Anything I can do?

Tom sighed. ‘Fucking…’ He stopped himself, clearly attempting to regain his professional composure. ‘Sorry, it’s my girlfriend. My ex-girlfriend. He corrected himself.

‘She sounds like a handful.’ I suggested, hoping that he’d open up to me.

‘A prize bitch more like. Just like my last girlfriend. It’s all perfect for a few weeks and then they go crazy, wanting to settle down. I’m twenty-five, for fuck’s sake. I don’t want to settle down.’ All of this came out in a flood. Like many straight guys, I guessed that he didn’t have anyone to talk to about personal things, so I stood still and listened, a strong and muscular shoulder to cry on. ‘And then she stops wanting to…’ He hesitated, embarrassed.

‘She stops having sex with you? Typical man-woman dynamic, I’m afraid. My straight friends say the same thing all the time.’ He looked up at me, surprised. ‘Ah, yes, I play for the other team.’ He took the news with only a little surprise, so I continued. ‘I don’t know how you straight guys do it. Much easier for two gay men. We always want sex. Always.’ I acted out a fantasy conversation with my imaginary partner, as Tom looked on fascinated. ‘Fancy a quick handjob before work? Of course! Blowjob in the carpark? Be my guest. You want me to fuck you hard and call you a bitch? I live to serve. Gay guys are always horny.’ I chuckled and was pleased to see him start to relax, enjoying the foolish candour of my role-playing. ‘And it’s a fact that we give the best blowjobs ever. F-A-C-T. Fact.’

‘What, you’re always horny. Always?’ He asked.

‘Always. Permanently.’ I had to admit, I was always thinking about sex.

‘Like, right now? You are thinking of sex now?’ He asked, clearly not believing me.

I decided to turn the conversation around a bit. ‘I’m gay. There’s a cute young handyman standing in front of me. We’re talking about sex. It’s like a ready-made porn movie. I won’t lie. I’m always ready for sex, and who doesn’t want a free blowjob?’ I raised an eyebrow playfully. ‘Don’t worry, your gay virginity is safe with me. I’m a gentleman…’ I’ve always found with straight guys that it’s best to back off a little and give them space and time to ponder the possibilities. I turned back to him. ‘Anyway, sorry to hear about your girlfriend. As I say, I don’t know how you straight guys do it. If I didn’t have sex regularly, I’d be a mess… Well, let me get back to work.’ I wandered away, leaving Tom to his thoughts.

As I walked away, I wondered how long it would take this young straight hunk to realise that he could get a blowjob – or more – any time he wanted.

Tom worked steadily for the rest of the day and was seemingly happy to get on with the list of jobs I’d given him. And there were no more angry phone calls. That was a good sign.

That evening, I went down to the swimming pool in the basement of my apartment building and eased the admittedly very few stresses of the day with 40 lengths of the pool. I loved my new life, secretly savouring the ease of my days and happy not to be teaching any more. I had money in the bank that I’d never be able to spend, and had used the last couple of months to get back into shape. There seemed to be a steady flow of young men to fuck. And London was so cosmopolitan that I could satisfy every yearning that I wanted. Every time I got naked with a new man, I thanked my lucky stars. Of course the thought of all the men I had fucked got me horny again and I enjoyed a lazy wank in the pool, knowing for sure that no one would disturb me. As I jumped out, I noticed a new Whatsapp message. It was from him.

Hi there. It’s Tom

Hi, all good?

Yeah, sorry about today. I didn’t mean to bring my private life to work

Don’t worry. As I say, I don’t know how you straight boys do it! 

Yes, I remember. You’re always horny, right?

Yup. And what about you?

Me?

Yes, Tom. You. Also feeling horny?

…

It’s ok if you are

Yeah… I’m horny too

If only there were a solution… No wait… I give the best blowjobs in London!

Says who?

Me. Let me prove it to you

…

I’ll be gentle. Oh, and don’t worry. Getting a blowjob doesn’t make you gay 

Really. You would…?

Sure. Come over

…

If you want

OK. I’ll be there. I just need to shower

Good man. I’ll be waiting

Yeah, I knew it. No straight man will ever turn down a free blowjob. I could feel myself getting harder at the thought of pulling down Tom’s trousers, and feeling his cock get bigger in my mouth. It was going to be a great evening…

It was a long 45 minutes of waiting, but eventually he was at the door. I was a little surprised that he hadn’t backed out completely, or come up with an excuse. But I opened the door and there he was, cute and bashful in equal measure. And he was perfect. A straight guy-next-door, with sandy hair, a few freckles and the slim, muscular physique of a young man who works hard and never needs to go to the gym. Tom was rather perfect.

‘Hi there. Thanks for coming.’ I wanted to make him feel as relaxed as possible.

‘Well, that’s up to you, isn’t it?’ He laughed out loud, and the tension evaporated as we laughed at his feeble joke.

‘Do you want a drink?

‘Actually, no. I want to be fully sober.’ He suddenly looked serious, took a deep breath, and looked straight at me. ‘What I want is you. To suck my dick. And make me come. Now…’ He pulled at his shirt, effortlessly lifting it over his defined, hairy chest and his broad shoulders. Then he pulled down his shorts, revealing a pair of tight blue shorts. They came off in a moment, and as he removed his socks, he was completely naked in front of me. The whole thing had taken 10 seconds. Boy, was he ready!

Most of the straight guys I sucked off kept their clothes on, as if to say the less skin on offer, the less gay it was. Tom was completely different, showing off his body to an older gay man, knowing the effect it would have. I wasted no time. I was on my knees now and put my hands on his hips, gently stroking the tops of his legs. I looked up at him and winked playfully. ‘Coming, ready or not…’ I joked.

I moved onto his cock, which was still half soft and dangling slightly below his balls. I really don’t care how well endowed or not a man is. Never have been. Tom wasn’t big, but I could already see that he was chubbing up a bit. Slowly, I opened my mouth and licked his cock from tip to base. He tasted clean, with a hint of masculine musk, and I knew that this was going to be fun. I moved my head to the left, my tongue darting under his expanding cock and finding that sensitive place where the balls meet the shaft. He breathed in sharply, letting me know that he was sensitive in all the right places. It was time to up the ante. 

Without warning, I sucked in his left testicle, swirling it around in my mouth. I kept it there in place, whilst I took hold of his shaft with my hand, gently teasing the head. I had given head a lot in my time, and this was my signature move. If the guy liked it with one ball in my mouth, he’d love it if I could take both balls, and that is what I did now, enjoying the sound of the sharp intake of breath as Tom experienced the pleasure of both balls in a man’s mouth for the first time. I took my time, enjoying the experience myself, feeling my own cock filling out. But for now, this would have to be a one-sided experience. I didn’t want to frighten Tom away with the sight of my own cock. Maybe that would just be too gay for him… For now, it had to look like one guy doing a favour for a buddy. I released his balls, the plopping sound accompanied by a whimper from Tom, and I moved my tongue to his cock head, swirling his dick around my mouth, alternately gently sucking and licking him more firmly. He was now completely hard, his head pulsating. It was often the case. When I sucked off a guy for the first time, he wouldn’t last long. I was that good. I was only a couple of minutes into it, but already I could feel Tom tensing, as the pressure built up. I eased off, and took a breather.

‘Well?’ I looked up at Tom for the first time. He was gazing down at me, a look of wonder on his face. He laughed explosively.

‘Fuck me! That’s amazing.’ He laughed again, as I teased his whole cock into my mouth and sucked powerfully. ‘You… no one… I mean…’

I helped him finish the sentence. ‘No one has ever sucked you off like that? Yeah, I get that a lot. I told you. Gay guys give the best head. Watch this…’ I took his cock in my mouth again, clamping my lips around the base of his head. From there, I worked my way down, further and further, breathing through my nose and keeping a firm lock on Tom’s rapidly swelling dick. I kept going, until I felt his head touch the back of my throat. I was pleased to feel him spasm, his whole body taut with excitement, as I took his whole length. I pushed further still, knowing that I could only hold him for a few more seconds until I gagged. I wanted him to feel the full force of my mouth. Finally, I needed to come up for air. I opened my mouth slightly, breaking the airlock that I had on his cock and slowly releasing him from my grasp. 

As he fell from my mouth, I gripped the base of his cock and his balls firmly with my right hand, whilst I brought my left hand and stroked the full length of his wet shaft. Once more, he spasmed and I knew instinctively that he was close. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock head and quickly wanked him with my left hand, bringing him closer and closer.

At last, he couldn’t take any more and I felt his balls rise in anticipation of his ejaculation. I released his cock from my mouth and aimed him upwards and away from my face. As I wanked him harder, he finally came, his spunky cum shooting onto his chest.

But I wasn’t finished, knowing that he was now super sensitive. I gripped his shaft in my hand and took his balls into my mouth once more, startling Tom and making him squeal in pleasure and pain, continuing to use his cum as lubricant, wanking him more gently now. His chest heaved and he called out in perfect agony, the joy of the moment overcoming him.

I slowed my pace, licking his balls and gently rubbing his cock head with my thumb and forefinger. Finally, his hips bucked one last time and I let him free.

‘So?’ I looked up at Tom. ‘Better than your ex?

Tom had a look of pure joy on his face. ‘Fuck… fuck… better than anyone. Ever.’ I stood up and faced him, happy that I’d brought him such pleasure, but in a move that surprised me, he quickly leant over and kissed me gently on the cheek. ‘Thank you. I… You… Fuck, you were great.’ The moment was soon over and I showed Tom to the bathroom, letting him know that he was welcome to shower or wash, whatever he liked.

‘I’ll make you a drink. Fancy a scotch?’ Tom nodded and headed off to the shower. But then he turned back, looking down at my own bulging crotch with amusement in his eyes.

‘I’d love a scotch. Thank you. I think I need a drink to keep my legs from buckling.’ He glanced down at my crotch again. ‘And maybe you’ll still be hard when I come back.’ He walked to the bathroom and closed the door, leaving me wondering what was going to happen next.

I was maybe a little too hopeful. After a few minutes, Tom came ambling back from the bathroom, all squeaky clean and handsome. He was still naked, his cock dangling against his balls, looking suitably exhausted. It had been a busy half an hour, after all. I admit that I was disappointed when he walked past me, grabbed his clothes, and started getting dressed again. Together, we sipped at our drinks, chatting about this and that. Clearly my fantasy of turning a hot handyman gay wasn’t going to happen. Yet. That’s another story for another day.

I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment I realised I was in love with him, or even when those feelings started to arise. I mean, I was so sure that straight men and gay men could coexist without any of those pesky sexual or romantic feelings coming up. We had managed to go seven long years without any of this coming up. But now, as I watched him idly scroll on his phone on the lounge across from me in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants, I realised there was nothing I wouldn’t do for this man…

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Sipping on my hazelnut latte, I glanced down at my wristwatch and saw that he was late again. It was currently 10:15am. I wasn’t surprised. Rhys was always late to things by at least 15 minutes. I had called it the “Rhys 15”, whereby after 15 minutes, only then could you classify him as late to something because he had that leeway.

I placed my mug down onto the table and looked up at the right time to see my best friend casually stroll into the cafe as if he hadn’t kept me waiting. I watched as his head darted around the shop, desperately trying to find me; as soon as our eyes connected, his face lit up with his smile and he made his way over to me.

“Great job, babe. According to the Rhys 15, you’re only two minutes late,” I announced.

Rhys shook his head with a smirk and leaned down to kiss me on the cheek.

“Morning Kam,” he said.

He took his seat across from me and immediately began glazing over the menu. I caught a couple of women eyeing us out of my peripherals, no doubt trying to figure out the relationship between us two; a thought that made me laugh.

Over the years of our friendship, Rhys and I had formed such a strong, unbreakable bond, and it was a connection that admittedly would confuse those who didn’t know our history. One of my favourite things about Rhys was that, as a straight man, he did not have an ounce of toxic masculinity in him: cheek-kisses and hug were the go to for our greeting; he held my hand if he knew I needed that physical support from him; and cuddling on the couch if it was cold was also not uncommon.

Having such a close connection with him, of course, led others to believe that we were dating. Or worse, that I was trying to ‘flip’ him. We had defended ourselves for years against those who questioned our non-traditional friendship, and our friends and family had finally conceded. I did, however, enjoy the looks we got from strangers, especially the jealous glares I received from women.

Rhys was six-feet-tall with a well-groomed head of chestnut brown hair, where a few strands fell down his forehead in the classic ‘Disney prince’ style. His high cheek bones, along with his strong jawline and picture-perfect white smile, made him look like an arrogant pretty boy, but besides having a normal male confidence, my best friend was polite, friendly, and blissfully unaware of the appeal he had on others.

His modest masculinity was a stark contrast to my effeminate confidence. I presented myself with a strong feminine influence, not afraid to wear make-up, leggings that boosted my big Jamaican booty, or designer women’s perfume. My dyed platinum blonde hair shone even brighter against my chocolate complexion from my Caribbean roots, and my natural green eyes often received compliments or disbelief.

Even sitting down at this cafe table, you could see the difference in us. Rhys had undoubtedly just come from the gym, wearing a black hoodie, black track pants that clung to the muscles in his legs, and runners; meanwhile, I had a tan trench coat on, white ripped jeans and black boots with a three-inch heel on them.

“I’ll probably just get the eggs on sourdough with avocado,” Rhys said, nodding his head. He got up from his seat, pulling his wallet out of his hoodie pocket. “You want the big brekky?”

I simply nodded my head and smiled at him as he went to join the queue in front of the counter. Daring to glance over at the onlookers next to me, I turned my head and saw their eyes dart between Rhys and I; once they saw me watching them, they cleared their throats and looked down at their upside-down menus.

Rhys returned moments later with two glasses of table water and he placed one down in front of me. He wasn’t a big coffee drinker to begin with, but as of three months ago, he had been on a pretty strict cut, which had worked wonders for him because he was easily in the best shape of his life right now.

“What did you get up to last night?” he asked me.

“Not much, really. I went on another date with Lucas, and that was fine. I don’t know; I just don’t feel like I’m clicking with him.” I took another sip from my coffee.

“I’m proud of you for putting yourself out there.” Rhys reached out and placed his hand over mine. “I knew it was tough for you to do that after your last break-up, so this is a big step.”

I had ended the longest relationship I ever had almost two years ago and found it difficult to get back into the dating world after that. Lucas was my first attempt at dating again, and while I could confidently say there was nothing wrong with Lucas, that pure spark that I longed for wasn’t registering for me.

“Are you going to give it another shot?” Rhys pulled his hand back.

“Probably. I want to say I gave it my all before calling it a day.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“That’s probably the right outlook to have,” he replied.

Rhys had been dating a lovely woman named Cassie, whom I had a really close friendship with, for about five years. I admired how strong and independent their relationship was; they didn’t have to spend every waking second with each other to build their bond. In fact, Rhys was more often with me than with her.

“The right man will come to you,” Rhys said matter-of-factly. “You’ll see.”

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During the week, I worked as a senior executive assistant to the GM of a book publishing company, which basically meant I was in charge of running his life and also supervising the new junior executive assistant, Roxana, to make sure that she also successfully ran his life. It was currently Roxana’s third week with the company, and so far she had taken to the role well.

She got up from her desk and walked over to see what I was doing. She peeked over my shoulder and saw me colour-coding my boss’s calendar, and marking the appointments he wanted me to cancel in red.

“I might need you to make some of these calls for me,” I said, not bothering to turn to look at her.

“Too easy,” she replied nonchalantly.

After a brief moment of silence, her long polished finger pointed at a picture of Rhys and I that sat on my desk.

“Is that your partner?” she asked.

I shook my head. “He’s my best friend.”

“He’s hot.”

“Well aware of that.”

Roxana nudged me in the shoulder. “Do you have a crush on him?”

I sighed. It felt like I had been transported back in time to a girls high school sleepover. “No I don’t, but I have eyes. I can see that he’s definitely attractive. Besides, he’s straight.”

Roxana sat on the edge of my desk and looked down at me.

“How did you guys meet?” she picked up the photo frame and began examining the image.

If the story of how Rhys and I met wasn’t so cute and entertaining, I probably would’ve snapped at Roxana to get back to work. So I let go of my mouse and began recounting the story to her.

It was back in 2014. I was travelling the USA and I was in a bar in Chicago with my friend Lexi who had disappeared with a man. I sat the bar by myself nursing a glass of wine when a drunken idiot barged himself into me, aggressively hitting on me in the process. After several attempts of turning him down, he grabbed my ass and squeezed it.

The next thing I knew, before I even had a chance to swat his hand away, a fist went flying through the air and cracked the creep on the jaw. He fell onto the ground in a heap, and as I stood up to get a clearer perspective of what was going on, a protective arm shot out in front of me.

“Get the fuck out of here, dude.”

I was surprised to hear another Australian accent on the other side of the world that wasn’t mine or Lexi’s. I looked over to see my white knight and was surprised to see this handsome man whom I had never seen before willing to put his body in front of the fire for me.

The creep quickly scurried out of the bar along to some cheers from other patrons in the bar.

“Are you okay?” my white knight asked me.

“Yes I will be. Thank you so much.”

He beamed at me, and I could feel how bright his smile was. “I’m Rhys. It’s very nice to hear an accent from back home.”

“Kameron, and I was thinking the exact same thing.”

After all the commotion had died down from the fight, Rhys sat down next to me and ordered himself a lemon lime and bitters and began chatting to me as if it was the most normal thing ever.

“We sat for hours at this bar talking and getting to know each other,” I concluded my story to Roxana. “He also happened to live in Melbourne, so when I got back from my travels, we connected and we’ve been best friends ever since.”

“That’s kinda romantic,” Roxana said, placing the photo frame back down on my desk. “Are you sure there isn’t anything happening between you two?”

I nodded my head. “Positive.”

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After date three with Lucas, we had returned to my house for a nightcap, where things quickly heated up.

My head was bobbing up and down as my mouth took in the entire length of Lucas’s cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head as I did so. Lucas had his fingers weaved through my hair as he tried to guide me up and down his cock.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he moaned.

My mouth slid off his wet cock and I began tonguing his balls, sucking gently on one before moving onto the other. My hand jerked his slippery cock as I feasted on his hairy nutsack hungrily.

“FFFUUUCCCKK YEEESSS” he hollered.

I felt him grab my head and pull up on it. I straddled his body and leaned down to press my lips against his, my tongue darting in between his lips. His hands ran down my naked body and I soon felt him slapping his cock against my cheeks.

“Let me fuck you, baby,” he said.

Without a word, I grabbed some lube from my bedside table and squirted it liberally on his cock. I began lowering myself onto his length and felt the fire of pain shoot as his cockhead pierced my hole. I told myself to relax and slowly I felt more and more of him fill me up until his entire length was inside me.

I let out a soft moan as I began bouncing up and down on him, my hands pressed firmly into his chest to help me balance. The heat of him inside me made me hard, and I soon felt his hand began to jerk me off as I rid him like my life depended on it.

“Fuck me,” I breathed.

Lucas seized my body into his arms and rolled me around onto my back. He positioned his cock back in between my cheeks and thrusted inside once again. I felt his head push against my sweet spot and felt my cock pulsate at the sensation.

In the heat of the moment, as Lucas began rough fucking me, my eyes closed as I experienced a pleasure I hadn’t felt in a long time. I dug my nails into Lucas’s shoulders and let out a scream of pleasure. I was so fucking hard and began stroking myself.

And then it happened.

With my eyes closed, I envisioned Rhys on top of me. I saw the sweat trickle down his forehead as he concentrated on fucking my hole. I felt the ridges of the muscles in his back as I held onto him, wanting our bodies to completely melt into one. I saw the hazel in his eyes under the moonlight as his gaze never left mine.

And with the image of my best friend making love to me and impaling me with his cock, I exploded and came all over my stomach, experiencing the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

I had always known that I liked guys. Even when I was super young, I would still fantasize about kissing and being naked with other boys.

I stuck a finger up my butt for the first time at 11. It didn’t feel so great at first, but I started to do it more after I started masturbating the year after. I soon found that fingering my asshole while jerking my dick felt amazing. Not long after I started watching porn and was amazed seeing the huge penises going into other guys’ asses and them loving it. Soon after for me, my fingers weren’t cutting it anymore, I wanted something bigger up my ass. I moved to sharpies, to handles of forks, spoons, toothbrushes, and hairbrushes; each one bigger than the next.

Eventually I began to crave more than just these objects though. By the end of high school, I was craving to have my asshole FUCKED by a nice big thick dick. I wanted to be controlled and at the mercy of a bigger stronger man while he stuck his dick up my ass and tickled my prostate before he shot some thick, warm cum inside my butt. I didn’t really know that many guys who would be into that though. There really weren’t a lot of gay guys at my school. The summer before college I was horny as ever and still hadn’t been fucked yet. I made it a goal that summer, I was gonna get my tight young ass pounded by a thick juicy dick before school started in September.

I first created a Squirt account in 2012 at 18 years old. I started looking up places to find guys and gazing at different profiles. One day, I decided to head to a local mall bathroom that seemed pretty cruisy. I had tried a few other spots before and got to jerk off some nice cocks but never really led to anything serious or more than a one-time thing. It was pretty quiet when I first got to this place. Still new to cruising though, I decided to park my ass in one of the stalls and wait for someone to come. I was really hoping to jerk and maybe even suck some dick that day. After about 20 minutes, someone entered. I hoped that he would come into the stall next to me or try to look into my stall so that I could play with his dick. To my disappointment, he went straight to the urinals. I assumed he was just going to pee and leave, and I thought I should leave then too.

After a few minutes, I started to pull up my pants when I heard someone else walk in. I paused for a second hoping he would go into the stall next to me and I could maybe get some dick that day. But he also went straight for the urinals. I finished pulling up my pants and headed to the sink to wash my hands. As I was washing my hands, I noticed the first guy was still there and the other guy was standing right next to him and moving his hand back and forth like he’s jerking off. They saw me looking at them and kinda paused for a second. I started to dry my hands when the first guy stepped back and showed me his thick hard dick. It had to be at least 7 or 8 inches and looked super thick.

I began to walk over to them and immediately got on my knees and started sucking on that man’s massive cock. I could barely fit the whole thing in my mouth, but I made several attempts to deepthroat that monster like the horniest little virgin bitch you’ve ever seen. The other guy then turned slightly and let me get a look at his cock which was also pretty big. Not quite as long as the first guy but still very thick. I took his cock in my mouth too and began to alternate between sucking one and jerking the other. While I was sucking the second guy off, the first guy pulled down my pants and began grabbing and squeezing my ass. I started to get nervous if an employee walked in and saw me with my ass out, but I let him do what he wanted anyway. He then stepped back for a second and I continued sucking the other guy’s dick. I was able to deepthroat his dick a bit easier because it wasn’t as long as the first guy’s.

As I continued to take this second guy’s dick down my throat, I felt something push up against my asshole. I looked back and saw the first guy inserting his thick rock-hard dick into my tight young asshole. “Oh my god,” I thought, “I’m finally gonna get my asshole FUCKED!”.

I was kind of nervous because we were in a public bathroom and someone could have walked in at any moment to find me with a dick up my ass but I decided to keep my mouth shut like a good little bitch and let him fuck me while I continued to suck the other guy’s dick. I braced myself as this first guy slid his thick hard dick inside my tight no-longer virgin asshole. My asshole was pretty tight, but I had stretched it a bit with the makeshift toys I was using at home. I knew how good it could feel once my sphincter muscles relaxed and his dick was in deep enough to hit my prostate. After about a minute and a half of him stretching me out, I was moaning in intense pleasure. I knew I had to keep it down so someone outside wouldn’t hear and come in. I was moaning so much from the pleasure of finally having my hole fucked by a big thick dick that I could barely focus on sucking the other guy off. I did as much as I could, but I was in wonderland from feeling that first guy’s thick cock fucking my tight asshole and tickling my prostate. He started to fuck me harder after he saw I could take it and eventually he was pounding me to the point where I was nervous someone outside would hear the loud noise of his balls slapping up against my ass cheeks. After about another two minutes of him absolutely pounding the fuck out of my young, barely legal asshole, I felt his thick dick shoot warm cum inside my butt.

I felt so satisfied. I finally got my asshole fucked real good by a thick 8-inch dick – it felt so fucking amazing. After he pulled out of my ass, he instructed me to lick all the cum off his dick with my tongue, which I did happily. As I was cleaning his beautiful thick dick, I started to feel something else push up against my asshole. The other guy had gone behind me and started to fuck me with the first guy’s cum still in my ass. It helped his dick, which was also quite thick, slide right in. Even though I had just gotten my ass pounded the fuck out, I was still horny and willing to take more dick. As the second guy was fucking me, the first guy took off my shirt and the second guy then completely removed my pants. I was now fully naked in this public mall bathroom with one guy’s dick up my ass and another guy’s dick in my mouth. I knew I was completely screwed if someone came in, but I let them have me anyway. And I enjoyed every second of it. Once they got me naked, the second guy really started to pound my ass hard like the first guy did. It felt so fucking good and I could barely contain myself from moaning loudly. The first guy had to keep his hand on top of my mouth to keep me from completely bitching out. After another few minutes, he finally shot his own load of cum into my asshole too.

My asshole was dripping with cum and I was there on naked on all fours with two thick dicks in my face. I started to lick the second guy’s dick clean too while the first guy stuck a finger in my wet my cum-filled asshole and started milking my prostate. It felt so good and I loved how their cum made my ass feel so wet and slippery. He got his middle finger up my ass real deep and started to rub against my prostate hard until I shot an amazingly intense load of cum all over the floor. I was in complete ecstasy. I finally got my asshole fucked and pounded by not only one thick dick but two.

I then heard a sharp creaking noise before I noticed that not only another man, but an employee had just walked in to find me naked on the floor surrounded by two men with their dicks in my face. I was horrified. He ordered us to “Get the Fuck Out Now!”. The two guys zipped up their pants and left quickly but I had to first get up, exposing my fully naked body to the unimpressed guard, then put my shirt, underwear, pants and shoes on before I could leave. I started to get dressed as fast as possible feeling so embarrassed to be naked in front of the employee like that with him giving me the most intense look of disgust I’ve ever been given. I finally got everything on and started to leave before he pulled me back and ordered me to clean the cum up off the floor. I started to get some paper towels from the sink, but in the heat of the moment and after everything that had just happened, I decided to lick it off the floor with my tongue. Before I could get it all, the guard yanked me up off the floor by the back of my neck and ordered me to get the fuck out of the store in 30 seconds or he would call the police. I did just that and quickly headed home.

I spent all night masturbating and thinking how good I got fucked earlier that day. It still makes me horny as hell to think about it. I never saw either of those men again but if I ever did, I’d strip naked and let them pound the fuck out of my ass again. And again. And again. Just don’t tell my current boyfriend. Hehe 🙂

Both Eric and Joseph are in animal lust and horny as hell after returning from a seven course dinner hosted by Eric. As soon as they are back in Joseph’s dorm room and lock  the door, clothes are off and the two love birds butt naked, horny as hell and lusting after each other from the months of being apart except for the fuck just before they went to dinner. 

Eric grabs beautiful 5 feet and 8 inch Joseph looking into his sexy green eyes and feeling that 9 inch uncut leaking cock rubbing against his thigh and Eric’s 7 inch cut rock hard cock rubbing against Joseph’s big cum filled balls, the naked bodies cling together as they moan and grunt ready for a wild night of man on man raw sex. Never have either one of them been more excited and turned on with any fuck buddy. They begin to sweat and shivers consuming their naked bodies as both cocks spew precum on each other’s body. After Joseph had fucked Eric before they went to dinner—they showered and clean each other’s ass before they went to dinner plus they had used Prep making for a night of raw sex.

ERIC SHARE THE NIGHT’S WILD ENCOUNTER OF MAN SEX

“Hey Babe, my lover Joseph, I am going to make you my bitch tonight. You will do whatever I want. We will talk dirty and make love like never before. This will not just be sex but real romance and love Baby. I love you so much.

“OH MY GOD ERIC, YES I WANT TO BE YOUR BITCH BABE. JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT, OH FUCK I AM SO HORNY FOR YOUR BODY AND  I TOO LOVE YOU SO MUCH. PLEASE BREED ME. GIVE ME YOUR SEED, I WANT PART OF YOU INSIDE ME. MY WHOLE BODY HAS GOOSE BUMPS. SUCK MY THROBBING COCK AND FUCK ME.”

“Hey Babe, I am in charge tonight and just do what I tell you, OK Babe?”

“SO Sorry my love, yes tell me what you want and I will do it. I have so missed you my love and man I want to make you happy and I want us to cum over and over all night.” 

At that moment I have never been more in love with Joseph as I feel our diamond hard cocks rub against each others’ warm sweaty bodies and our crotches and thighs were getting very wet from that spewing precum that feels and smells so great. We begin to wildly hump as our breathing becomes rapid. Like two dogs in heat, I use my hands to grab the back of his head and Joesph places his hands on my butt. I put my juicy lips on to his beautiful velvet like lips and go wild kissing as we continue to hump and hump. Soon I use my tongue to part his sexy lips and drive my tongue to the back of his warm wet throat and make out with the greatest French kissing. Soon our tongues are in a battle for position with salvia running out of our mouths, down our chins, and onto our bodies until the salvia is mixing with all that precum. Man all that wet feeling has us about to shoot our loads.  

As we are near cumming, I take Joseph hand and lead him to his bed where we have fucked before. I have him lay down on his back on the bed with his feet and legs hanging off the edge of the bed. I spread his legs wide and place a pillow under his gorgeous butt lifting his crotch and ass up for an easy access for me. His huge cock is throbbing and his man pussy is wildly puckering wanting my attention–which one wants my attention the most: His cock or his pussy. I have a solution for both at the same time. I say: “HEY YOU BITCH, TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT ME? TELL ME YOU WHORE, YOU SLUT. I CAN’ T HEAR  YOU BITCH.”

“OH MY GOD ERIC, I WANT YOU TO SUCK MY COCK AND EAT MY ASS AND FUCK MY BITCH ASS. MAKE ME YOURS NOW. OH I LOVE FOR YOU TO TALK DIRTY TO ME. YES MAKE ME YOURS, I WANT TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, BABY, YES I AM YOUR BITCH, I AM YOUR WHORE, JUST PLEASE FUCK ME. I WANT TO FEEL YOUR WARM SEMEN DEEP IN MY ASS IF THAT IS WHAT YOU WANT. I’M YOUR.S.”

I go over to one of my carry on bags and pull out a fleshjack and a 10 inch black dildo. I approach Joseph. When he sees what I have, he gasp and says: “OH MY GOD ARE YOU GOING TO USE THAT GIANT DILDO ON ME?” 

“YES Baby, remember Bitch I am  in charge.”

I grab his huge pulsating leaking cock and driving that tool deep into that lubed flash jack and order him to take hold of that flesh jack and begin to fuck that flesh jack and moan. As he begins to wildly use his cock to fuck that flesh jack, I lube his ass and that giant dildo and ram it hard into his ass spreading that sphincter wide. For the longest time, I use that dildo to fuck the hell out of his ass and he wildly fucks that flesh jack until he cannot taking it any more. He yells: “I am going to cum, oh fuck I am cumming” as he blast a huge load of semen into that flesh jack as I continue to fuck his ass with that huge dildo. When Joseph is spent, I pull that dildo out of his ass, order him to lick that juicy dildo and I pull his softening cock off that flesh jack. As he sucks on that dildo, I take the flesh jack up to my mouth and pour his sweet cum into my mouth. Then I spit all that cum on his puckering ass and begin to eat his ass tasting all that cum for the longest time as he wildly bucks up his ass into my face.

Now it is time to go in for the kill. I lube my cock that has never been more rock hard and I begin to part his puckering ass with my wet leaking cock. I feel his sphincter open wide and soon I am balls deep in the most amazing ass my cock has ever invaded. I locate his prostate and use my cock head to pound that special g-spot driving Joseph wild with desire for my cock. As an experienced fucker, I run my hard cock all over that man pussy’s walls and deep into that tunnel  and back hard into that prostate. Joseph totally into my fucking his ass, he begins to join in by using his very experience ass muscles to clamp down on my cock as if his ass muscles are a vice. I cannot move as my cock is in that vice driving me wild with a feeling that one can not find adequate words to describe the pleasure or lust. In fact, there has never been a more sexy soft, wet, silk like and ass muscles to massage a man’s cock. I am lost in all that pleasure having my cock in the greatest man pussy of all times. No other man pussy will ever be able to do to my cock what Joseph’s ass does to my tool.

I edge over and over until I want to fuck Joseph in another position before I come. I pull out my throbbing wet cock and have Joseph get down on the carpet putting his head and back on the floor, place his ass up against the side of the bed and his feet and legs pointed up to the ceiling. I get up on the bed and place my feet and legs next to his sides and lower my cock down to that magic pussy. I use my upper body and legs to drive my cock into that ass that is pointed up toward the ceiling. Over come with lust from the feel of my cock going down into that magic pussy, I begin to jack hammer that ass as we both moan and grunt for the longest time until I cannot last any longer. I yell: “I’m going to come.” I explode with huge blast after blast deep in that pussy until that ass is filled to the brim with my seed. I stay in that ass for the longest time as my cock is covered and swimming in all that cum. Finally, I pull out and lower Joseph body on the floor on his back as my cum runs out of his ass onto the carpet.

I am shocked  to see that Joseph has recovered so quickly and his cum covered cock is hard again. I get down and take that amazing 8 inch cock deep in my throat. I go wild sucking that cock as I use one finger to ram in  his ass and collect my cum and feed it to Joseph until I feel his cock head swell and soon he fills my mouth with his second orgasm. When he is spent, I get off that beautiful cock and unload my full mouth of his cum in his mouth. We kiss and enjoy  yet another load of our man seed.

As we continue to lay on he carpet covered in all that cum, I hear a door open and in comes our other lover Jordan. When he sees us, he ripps off all his clothes and the handsome jock stands there rock hard with his 9 inch cut cock pointing at us. He grins and says: “HEY GUYS, may I join you?”

STAY TUNED FOR MORE !!!!!

As I remember I was sixty two at the time and as usual woke with a raging hard on that kept my hands busy for a few minutes. I didn’t want to come though as I thought a walk in the park, a great cruising area, would be a better idea, hoping that I’d get lucky.

I spent a long time in the shower, my cock still wanting attention and loving the feel of the tingling hot jets of water focussed on it’s knob. My hand stroked up and down my shaft, the hand held shower head pressed hard against my balls with my other hand and burning with the increased temperature of the water.. I opened my legs and directed the burning hot water directly onto my arsehole, loving the intense heat as my hand kept stroking my dick.

I was almost creaming my load and could have easily shot my lot but the thought of an encounter with somebody else drove me to get dry, dressed and out the house.

I the park I spotted a nice looking athletic guy of about thirty. He looked pretty straight too which disappointed me but he was damn good eye candy to look at and dream about. He was in a vest top and short white shorts, his long tanned legs sporting white sports socks, his face very handsome and defined. I walked slowly passed the guy taking a long lingering look at him and the nice tight bulge a his crotch. he looked directly into my eyes as I passed and it was ‘the look’ which was a dead give away. The guy was fucking gay for sure.

I walked a few yards away and sat down on the next bench, my eyes every now and then looking his way and sometimes he would be looking at me.

After some minutes he strolled towards me and then cut across onto the grass in front of me and began to do some exercises.

Fuck! He had a great body and I could not take my eyes off him as he went through a rigorous routine.

He purposely bent over in front of me so that I could see his tight shorts clinging to his rounded arse cheeks. He lay on the ground, legs in the air, kicking at first and then wide open, his bulging crotch for me to see. The fucker was a prick tease and he was having the right fucking effect on me. My fucking prick was straining stiff as fuck in my pants and demanding release.

The guy finished his work out, maybe knowing that he had caused me some cock discomfort and ball twitching. He came and sat on the bench next to me and lifted his vest top up to wipe the sweat from his face. Now I could see his stunning six pack, glistening with sweat and the waistband of his shorts bubbling over with curly hair. Fuck! My cock was crying!!!

“That was some work out there” I said breaking into conversation. “You look pretty hot now”.

He looked pretty hot before but I was pretty excited so my words just came out all wrong.

“Yep! I’m hot alright. Need a hot shower now really”.

He spoke with his eyes directly looking into mine again making my cock jump in my pants.

“Wish I had the energy to work out like that but then I am double your age I suppose” I said my heart thumping.

“I suppose you exercise in other ways” he said, grinning and lifting his arm and fist in a sexual gesture.

“I wish” I said meekly.

“Don’t do yourself down mate” he said “You look pretty fit to me, pretty fit and handsome too”.

My poor cock was screaming now, my mouth dry, my heart racing still.

“Thanks. You are a very handsome man yourself” I replied.

He pulled his vest top off completely and now I could see his lovely broad shoulders and chest completely.

He suddenly placed his hand onto my knee.

“Do you want to fuck me?” he said.

I was so taken by surprise I didn’t know what to say at first and I had to ask him to repeat himself.

“Do you want to fuck me? I haven’t been fucked for about a month and I’m randy as hell”.

He squeezed my leg tightly and I struggled to reply but of course I said yes!

“Do you have a place we could go now?” he said.

“Yes” I replied, two streets away do you want to follow me home?”

“Sure thing” he said and we set off for my house.

Once inside the door, the guy kissed me on the lips and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I grabbed his arse cheeks with my hands and he grabbed mine.

Our cocks were pressing together now and I could feel that he was as stiff as me.

The guy was soon on his knees pulling at my waistband and undoing my trousers. My trousers and pants fell to my ankles and my cock was at last free and throbbing wildly. The hot young man grabbed my shaft with one hand , my balls with the other and began to suck on my knob with some relish.

I held his head against me, my prick easing into his throat my mind racing with thoughts of fucking the hunk good and hard.

He stood up after some minutes, my cock standing up with him. I returned the favour and knelt down pulling the shorts off him and then his skimpy briefs. His prick was long and stiff with a nice rounded knob that soon had my tongue wrapped around it.

His cock was a fucking treat to suck on and his young balls a joy to feel up and play with.

I turned him around, I wanted my tongue up his arse. he bent over and pulled his cheeks apart showing off his tight puckered rosebud framed with curls. I just shoved my face in between his cheeks and my tongue into his arse. He moaned deliciously as I rimmed his hole out, his hot hole obviously loving the feel of my active tongue. He held my head against his arse and I drove my tongue up him. My mouth spread over his lovely arsehole, sucking and slobbering till his thighs were wet.

I could have sucked on his hole all day long but my cock was o my case again and was asking for a fuck.

I stood up and rubbed my prick against his wet slobbery hole.

“Push it right up me” he said holding his cheeks wide. “Push your cock right in to your balls”.

With instructions like that I was keen to obey so I gobbed more spit onto my prick and then just pushed against his tight arsehole until my knob opened him up. More pushing and my prick eased all the way into his burning hot hole and my balls were hard against him.

“Fuck!” he said “That’s a nice big cock. Fuck me hard with it mate, I like to be fucked really hard”.

I slammed my eager prick home, at last my cock was getting what it wanted a nice hot tight gripping arsehole.

“Slam it in me mate, I can take it good and hard. Fucking slam that big cock up my arsehole mate” he said between a series of serious moans.

I was close to coming as his hole was so fucking lovely and hot. I felt for his dick and it was so fucking rigid so I wanked it and fucked him at the same time al the while listening to his grateful moans and groans.

“Fuck! I can’t hold on” I said “Your hole has got me over the fucking edge” and I started to spurt my cream stream up his arse.

“Oh” Sweet Fuck!” I said “You’re so fucking hot and lovely, I can’t stop spunking”.

It was true I was so excited my prick was just pumping my spunk in fucking lashes.

“Oh! Fuck! It’s so good so fucking good”.

Suddenly the rock hard dick in my hand began to cream too an my fingers were slippery with spunk as his cock jerked and jumped in my hand.

“Fucking lovely cum” I said “All over my fucking fingers”.

My prick was still embedded in his gut soaking in a pool of spunk as I began to suck on my cum coated fingers.

“Mmmmmm! Such tasty fucking cum too” I said.

“Give me some” he asked an I held my creamy hand to his lips and let him slurp up his own spunk.

The kiss that followed was fucking tremendous, so sweet and cum loaded we just wallowed in it, lapping our spermy tongues together my dick still throbbing in his arsehole.

“I want you to fuck me too” I said “Would you do that? Make a fucking old man happy?”

“It would be great to fuck you mate” he replied.

An hour later I was taking the young stiff cock up my arse. I’d got fuck buddies of my own age who shagged me now and again but having an athletic young stiff cock up me was fucking mind blowing.

The stamina was amazing and he thrust his cock up me fast and furious. I’d found out his name was Rod and hell did he have a fucking hot rod to shag with.

I was on my back, my legs wrapped around the young guy’s body trying hard not to fall off the bed and onto the floor. As it was the fucking bed was moving like crazy with the headboard banging against the wall.

The guy’s long cock was rubbing over my sensitive prostate causing streams of pre cum to leak from my dick and run down my shaft.

“Fuck John!” I said “You’re are one fucking hot stud”.

I’d never been fucked quite like it, his prick was like a solid rod of iron ramming into me exciting every fucking inch of my arsehole.

Half way through and he flips me onto my belly giving me a few seconds breather before his prick lunged into me up to his balls again. He was gripping my shoulders and thrusting so hard and fast I could hardly keep up with his power driven cock. I gripped the bed sheets and bit into the pillow, my throat making strange groaning noises of absolute sheer bliss. Was he ever going to cum?

He just kept on shagging the strength out of me until I just abandoned my hole to his hard fuck aggression.

On my side now and he was deep thrusting up me, his hand clutching my stiff cock and rolling his thumb over my slippery pre cummed knob.

“Oh! Fuck! John. What are you doing to me? I’ve never felt like this before, my insides are fucking burning, Oh! Fuck! Oh! Fuck!”

It was amazing how he could keep his cock so rigid the whole time and so fuck hungry.

I began to shoot my load as he rolled me over onto my belly again, my cum spurting across the bed sheets as his knob plunged into my upper gut.

My arsehole was squeezing his dick as I reached orgasm, his fingers dipping into my spunk as I shot my load.

“Wow! I love the feel of slippery cum” he said holding his spunk dripping fingers in front of my mouth.

I put my tongue out and caught a nice blob and he began to slurp on my cm too as he drove his dick hard up me again and again.

“Fuck! The taste of spunk always makes me cum mate” he said and he began to jerk and toss his orgasmic spunk bomb up my arse.

I don’t know how many times his prick jerked sperm up me but I realized it was a mammoth load as cum began to seep from me. His prick was still fucking, the squelchy noise of cock and cum an absolute delight to our ears.

“Fucking Hell Rod” I said “Where did you learn to fuck like that? I’ve never been fucked like that ever”.

“I watch a lot of porn” he said “Plus I like fucking older men the best, They can take it long and hard”.

I grabbed hold of his cock, it was still throbbing hotly in my hand, a stray blob of cum oozing from the tip.

“We don’t want to waste that do we John?” I said, dipping my tongue into the sperm”.

His tongue shot into my mouth to enjoy the cum with me.

My hole was tingling it was if his cock was still inside me pounding away.

“We have got to do this again” I said.

“You bet mate. I’m here for as long as you want”. he replied and my cock jerked happily.

Back when the first portable VCRs came out, I just has to have one. Once I got it, I wasn’t dure what to do with it so I advertised in the Ricky Mountain Oyster to video anyone wanting a movie of them having sex.

My first customer was a guy wanting me to come over and video him playing with his toys.

I went over and we went down to his basement where he had a playroom set up. He stripped and started masturbating in various positions. He had a bunch of different kinds of hid dildoes that he used on himself including some really big ones.

I was a ns ass virgin at the time and never experienced gay sex. I remember being amazed at what he could get in his rectum and asked what it felt like and did it hurt. He said no and it felt great.  I

I continued filming for awhile and then asked if he could use one of them on me. He agreed but said he would have to clean me out first. I a tripped and he put me on the table and proceeded to give me enema after enema until he was satisfied.

I got on the floor and he lubed me and stretched me with fingers for a few minutes. It kind of hurt at first but then the pain went away (maybe he was using a numbing gel?). He got behind me with the dildo and started teasing my asshole with it, eventually penetrating me with it. It felt bigger than it looked. He kept at it for quite awhile and then asked Iif I wanted to try a bigger one. I said sure. He got up for a moment and then came back and kneeled right behind me again. He squited som lube right in my asshole and started to stretch me eith his fingers.  I looked back underneath and saw that I was streaming precum (by the way. the camera is recording all this).  He was using fingers of both hand to stretch and lubricate me. At on point, he stopped and pulled my cheeks apart. I felt what I thought was the dildo pressing against my hole, but then realized his thumbs were pulling my checks apart, how was he holding the dildo? All these thoughts happened in a fraction of a second and then it happened… he grabbed Mt hips tight and pulled me back onto his penis while he trusted forward at the she time balls deep.. I screamed at the top of my lungs for home to get off of me, but he laid on top of me whit his full weight and I couldn’t get away. My screams continued. My ass was on fire but he held it in deep. After what seemed like a long time he slowly started thrusting. It hurt like he’ll the whole time. It took him 15 min before he finished inside me. He pulled out and went to the bathroom to was up. He can back with a warm towel ND wiped me off. I was completely out of it and just laid there unable to get up.  He pumped me full of air with his penis and I kept farting and feeling his sperm run down ti my scrotum. Ie was definitely a big cummer..

I staggered my way out to my car naked and drove home. When I got home i laid in my hot tub for over an hour, feeling my wide open hole. I ended up stuffing it with 6 of my ex’s tampons and went to sleep. I woke up around noon. My asshole closed up and was clamped around all the tampons which were fully expanded by that time.

He called that afternoon and asked if I was ok. He said he did it that way because I had told him I was a virgin and he thought it would be better if he took me quick. Like pulling adhesive tape off slow or quick.

He asked if I wanted to try again and I told him I’d think about it. Well, a couple weeks later I called him back and we did it again. This time he did me on my back with my ankles up by my ears ND he slathered his penis and my but with Vaseline. It still hurt butt not as bad. I measured his penis and it was over 3 hands long. My palms are a litter over 3 ” wide. That put hin at nearly 10″. It was so thick that I couldn’t get my fingers around it.

So my question is, was that rape. I did have my ass bared to him but was expecting a dildo not a penis.  

I arrived outside of Johnny’s private room. The door is open only by an inch. I knocked on the door to let him know that I am there so that I don’t startle him. He told me to come on in so I did what he asked. As I opened the door wide, I saw him doing a sexy pose on the bed. It’s hard to describe what the pose looks like exactly, but it sure looked like a pose that someone would make if they’re expecting to get laid.

“Well? Are you going to join me in bed?” he asked. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped when he asked that question and then my cock underneath my towel started getting hard. I dropped my towel on the floor and slowly got onto the bed with him. I asked him if I should close the door. He told me “It’s not necessary, but go ahead if you want.” I didn’t want to close the door because I was hoping some guys would pass by his door and stop to watch us fuck. As I mentioned before, I love it when other men watch me having sex. Nobody was in the hallway yet. It didn’t matter because I knew that eventually, someone will stop by to watch us.

Johnny laid down on his back and demanded me to get on top of him. I did exactly what he asked and immediately went in for the kiss. As our lips met, Johnny stuck his tongue into my mouth to French kiss me, just the way he likes it. We made out for about 2 to 3 minutes. Afterward, he told me to start sitting on his cock. I was hesitant to do it since it felt weird for me to have sex with someone who is my best friend. A man at the door said, “Yeah boy, listen to your friend and start doing what he asks you to do.” That man was Blake, the guy who gave us a tour of the bathhouse from the beginning. I also remembered he was one of the guys who watched me taking on a few guys in the sauna room. He also wanted to fuck me but didn’t get a chance to do so. Perhaps now is the time he will finally get to fuck me.

I started placing my hole on the tip of Johnny’s hard cock and pressed it all the down until his entire cock is inside me. I already got so used to taking up so much cock up my hole that it was no longer a struggle for me to endure it. I rode him cowboy style. It felt so good to use my hole to milk Johnny’s cock. Blake was stroking his cock while watching us. I told him he is welcome to join us. Blake hopped on the bed and plunged his cock into my hole while Johnny’s cock was still inside me. I never thought I’d ever take up two cocks more than once on the same day. A few minutes later, Blake told me he was about to cum. He pulled his cock out as he was about to cream pie my hole, but I asked him to put it back in and unload in me instead. Cream pies are hot, but I find being bred to be even hotter. He did what I asked and then unloaded his warm thick cum inside of me. 

After he pulled out, another cock enters me. It was Ralph. He whispered to my ear, “Remember when I told you I was going to fuck your little pussy later?“ “Yes?” I replied. “Well, now it’s the time I came back for seconds.” He proceeded to fuck me with his long thick cock. I loved how it pressed so hard up against my prostate. It didn’t take long for me to bust my load all over Johnny’s body. Some of that cum landed on his hairy chest, his abs, and parts of his face. Not too long after, Ralph burst his load of cum inside of me. After he pulls out, Johnny asked me to turn around and start riding him reverse cowboy style.

I switched positions and faced the door. It looks like another man is standing by the door. I haven’t met him yet but he looked at me with a smile and then walked up to me to spread my legs apart and shoved his thick 7-inch cock inside of me. This man looks to be a bald Polynesian guy in his 40s with a few visible tattoos on his muscular upper body. While he is fucking me, he lets out a loud moan which is a huge turn-on for me. I looked at the door and saw a different guy. It looks like there’s a line forming to enter Johnny’s private room. I thought to myself “Are all these guys waiting for their turn to fuck me?” Oh man, it was a dream come true to have a bunch of guys all take turns to cum dump me.

After the Polynesian guy bred my hole with loads of thick white cum, the guy by the door took his turn. He is a short slim white guy with silver hair probably in his 50s or 60s. He wasn’t attractive, but I didn’t care. At this point, I’d take any cock up inside of me like a dirty little cumslut. You know what, I am a dirty little cumslut and I want guys to refer to me as such. The white guy proceeded to fuck me, but damn he is quite aggressive. It didn’t take him long to unload in me. 

The next guy I could not remember what distinct features he had. He looked like a generic white guy with brown hair and an average build in his 30s or 40s. Unlike the other guys, he stuffed his cock in my mouth. As I was deepthroating this guy, another guy spread my legs and plugged his thick cock in me. I couldn’t see who he was or what he looked like because I was busy getting deepthroated. A few minutes later, the guy deepthroating me busted his load inside of my mouth and I willingly swallowed and sucked him dry until no cum was left. The mystery man fucking me also busted his load inside of my sloppy hole.

After both guys pulled out, Johnny lifted me out of his cock and flipped me onto my backside. He spread my legs apart and started to fuck me once again. He stared at me directly into my eyes and asked “You want my load, huh? Yeah? You want it?” “Yes, I want it so bad!” I exclaimed in a whimpering voice. “Well if you want it, you’re gonna have to earn it! Tell me, do you deserve it?” Before I could reply, some guy answered for me, “Of course he deserves it, he’s been a good boy the entire night.” Johnny then said “Well there’s your answer. Now shut the fuck up and take my load!” It was weird to hear Johnny talk to me in a degrading manner, but to be honest, it was hot. He sped up in fucking me and kept on picking up the pace until he finally stuffed my hole with a big load of warm white cum. He took his cock out of my hole, gathered some cum leaking out of my hole, and stuffed it in my mouth. He told me to eat it and I willingly did what he asked. Then, he stuffed his wet cock into my mouth for me to lick it dry.

Looks like I’m done for the night. The guys who were still in Johnny’s private room complimented me on my performance. Soon after, they left the room. Johnny and I went back to the showers to clean ourselves up once again. Afterward, we went back to the room to change into our normal clothes. We finally exited the bathhouse and drove back to our university. As he dropped me off near my car, Johnny told me he hopes we would return to the bathhouse again soon. I took my car home and went straight to bed.

The next morning, I woke up with my ass feeling really sore. I didn’t know how long I was going to recover from taking up so much cock in one night. Regardless, I did not regret anything. I did not regret losing my virginity to a total stranger at a bathhouse. I did not regret having sex with multiple guys in one night. Life is too short, I’m not gonna let some purity culture or some religious upbringing stop me from having fun. In fact, I’m gonna keep doing it because I can.

The end.

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Don’t worry! I will be making more new stories in the near future! Stay tuned!

I probably shouldn’t have brought my easel and paints down to the picturesque harbor of the fishing village to set up shop. I earned a bit extra painting portraits of the tourists in the Kyrenia harbor, in northern Cyprus, attracting them with my ready smile and the shocking-pink T-shirt I used to draw their attention. I have to admit I was built and looked good in a T-shirt. The pink just drew the eyes there. It was going to be an intermittently rainy day, not conducive either for tourist harbor visits or painting in the open air. I didn’t need much extra money for my year of bumming around, staying a week here and two months there, but painting for small fees gave me an activity avenue while I was soaking up local culture and a means to meet interesting people—primarily men seeking young, submissive men—men whose eyes would be drawn to a good-looking, built young guy in a pink T-shirt.

When the raindrops started to fall, I gathered up my painting things and headed for a sex shop on one of the narrow cobblestoned streets leading up the steep slope into the lower village. I had been commissioned to paint murals on the walls of the peep cubicles beyond the beaded-curtained doorway into the back of the shop, and this was a good time to paint inside. “Sexy but tasteful. Not fully into the act but obviously headed there. Maybe something ancient Greek,” Jabar, the fortyish gaunt-thin Turkish sex shop owner had said, and I had been letting that be my guide. Since it was a peep booth, I made my motif voyeur.

I nodded to the older man behind the counter as, carrying my supplies, I went to the back of the shop, pushed the beaded curtain aside, and entered the cubicle I had last been working on, which wasn’t occupied. There were a few men—maybe four—browsing in the shop as I passed through. They were of varying ages and looks and seemed to be browsing each other as much as what was on the shelves. It was a day for indoor activity.

I was painting on a back wall around a video screen running a gay porn flick, which I didn’t pay much attention to, when my eyes caught motion at the side wall. The cubicle walls had gloryholes, and a thick, brownish cock had pushed through the hole and was wagging at me. I ignored it briefly. I was there to paint, not to service gloryhole cocks. That had never been my fetish.

But the cock intrigued me—not just because of its thickness and brownish tint and that I could see a bluish vein standing out prominently snaking up the side of it, but also because it was cut, the prominent mushroom cap had a purplish tint to it, and there was a silver bead pierced into its bulb. As an artist, I noticed colors, and the contrasts here were attracting and enticing. A silver bead in its bulb—now that was attention getting.

As an active submissive, I was not above caressing and servicing an enticing cock, although I’d ever done one sticking out at me through a wall, and I turned my attention from my painting to the phallus being offered to—no, pushed at—me. I went down on my knees, caressing the cock with my hands, engorging it more. I pressed it to one cheek and then the other. Then, turning full frontal to it, I took it into my mouth, running my lips down the side of it, clicking the silver bead against my teeth and feeling, with interest, the hard metal of it rubbing on my tongue. I gave the cock head until, with a groan, I felt the man hidden on the other side of the cubicle wall tense and jerk. I pulled off the cock in time for it to cream me on my cheeks and chin. I turned my head, reaching for a paint cloth to wipe my face off. When I turned back, the shaft was gone.

It took me a few minutes to put my paints back in order. I didn’t feel like any more mural painting for the day and moved out of the cubicle to the shop front. Three men were milling around in the shop, still browsing each other more than the shelves. When I appeared, they browsed me as well. I’d never had trouble attracting men to me who sought men—men who wanted to top my youth and submissive nature.

All three of the men were dark, of Mediterranean complexion, as that’s where this seaside harbor village was. One was older, maybe fifty, and large of frame, with a pronounced beer belly. He wasn’t either handsome or ugly, but he was dressed as a successful businessman, so would, I surmised, be good for a memorable, expensive gourmet dinner. The next-younger in appearance was a Foxy-looking man, good-looking in a slightly thuggish way, perhaps in his late thirties. He might be a manual worker or an artist, swarthy in appearance, hirsute, with a perpetual couple days’ growth of beard and piercing black eyes, which seemed to take in everything around him, continually assessing and reassessing means of personal advantage. He was of similar build to me, but perhaps more muscular and cut. The third male was younger than my twenty-three and looking skittish, still in his early phase of being brave enough to come into a sex shop and on the cusp of admitting to himself that he wasn’t hetero after all.

Was it him? I wondered, looking at the older man, my mind already going over the list of restaurants I might want to go to that evening. Or was it him, the furtive foxy one? Or was it the “just discovering” boy? None of them seemed the obvious possessor of the cock I had just sucked off, so it could be any of them, the contrast between how they looked in the storefront and what they hid now between their thighs giving me sexy thoughts that had not been fully satisfied by the blow job.

I was standing in front of a shelf of dildos, and my eyes went to a brown one reminiscent of the one I’d just sucked. I took it from the shelf and imagined it with a purple cap and a silver bead. The tag identified it as a rubber Shane Diesel, whoever that was, ten inches long, heavily veined, and two inches thick. I looked around to see that all three other customers in the shop were looking at me.

Was it him? Or him, or the younger one?

When I left the shop, heading up higher into the town, to my room above a wine shop on a street that fell off onto a cliff on the other side, perched above the street below it and with an unobstructed view of the harbor and sea, I had gone a short distance before I looked around. The fox stood in the shop doorway, watching me. He followed me at a distance up the hill. It was clear when I left the shop but started to rain again soon after.

In my room, I stripped off the damp shocking-pink T-shirt and draped it on the back of a desk chair. Grabbing a pack of cigarettes, I went, bare-chested, to the double glass doors and opened them to a French balcony and the sea below. Lighting up, I saw the fox below, standing against the cliff rail, drenched. His white cotton shirt clung to his muscular chest, showing that he had a heavily hirsute chest. He was a sexy devil and I felt myself stirring. He lifted his hand to show me that he had brought the Shane Diesel dildo.

As I watched, he cupped one of his hands and, holding the dildo with the other, moved the dildo back and forth in the sheathed hand. Flicking the cigarette over the balcony railing, I unzipped myself, flared my trousers, and pulled out my hardening cock. With our eyes locked, he worked the dildo and I masturbated my cock. We each could clearly see what the other was doing. At length, I could take no more. I withdrew from the window. I knew we weren’t finished, though.

At the door, my trousers still flared, and my erection in my hand, I started to speak, but he put his fingers to my mouth, bidding silence. I uttered only one other thing the entire afternoon that followed.

In the room, I handed him a bath sheet as he stripped off his wet clothes. As he showered, I went to the balcony and posed there, smoking and stroking my cock, protruding from my flared trouser fly, watching the rain, and looking down into the harbor. I was aware of him back in the room and turned my head enough to see that, naked, and now more the satyr than the fox, he moved as if he knew the room. He opened the nightstand drawer and extracted the bottle of lube and a couple of packets of condoms. This was that kind of rooming house. What they supplied didn’t come cheap, though.

He moved to behind me at the balcony doors, embracing me, gliding the dildo he’d brought over my bare chest, my cheeks, and under my projecting cock. He glided the dildo back up to my cheek, and I turned my head and took the phallus in my mouth, as he pushed my jeans and briefs down to the floor. Holding the dildo in front of me, he lathered it up with lube. Then he ran an arm under my waist, signaling me to bend over and spread my legs. Still standing at the French door out onto the balcony, I leaned over and grabbed the balcony railing with my hands. My legs were spread. I gasped as he worked the dildo into my ass and opened me with it.

The bath sheet fluttered to the floor in front of me. The dildo landed on top of it. Turning me at the balcony door, he pushed me down onto my knees, leaning into his leg, and turned my face to his erection. The shaft was brown, with blue veining and a purple cap. The silver bead was where it had been before. He pushed his cock between my lips, and I gave him head, clicking my teeth on the bead.

Yes, that had been him.

He lifted me to all fours, facing the falling rain. A spilt condom packet floated on top of the bath sheet, I heard the sound of the snap of the condom being pulled into place, and saw the bottle of lube drop. He mounted my ass like a dog and worked his way inside me, holding me close, immobile, as I gasped and groaned and took him deep, in rhythmic thrusts. A hand palmed my belly, while I moved one of mine under me to stroke myself. His other hand covered my mouth and nose, controlling my breathing and keeping me silent. He obviously wanted the afternoon to be in silence. He fucked me to his ejaculation, and I stroked myself to mine.

Lying on the bed later, my butt at the bottom edge, my legs bent and spread, heels digging into the mattress edge, dildo buried in my ass, I watched the satyr moving around the room, looking at my paintings, assessing them, expertly, smiling at the ones I knew to be good, frowning at the ones less so. He knew his art. He moved to beside the bed, at the nightstand, hard-bodied naked except for a gold medallion on a chain nestled in his chest hair. Although of the same build as I was, he was more muscular, cut. His erection was magnificent. I moaned.

He split a condom package from the nightstand drawer, and crowned and lubed himself, his eyes holding, dominating mine, in arrogant command. He presented between my spread legs, pulled the dildo out of my ass, and penetrated me with his flesh and blood shaft. Arching my back, digging my fingernails into the bedspread, and gasping at the invasion, I cried out, “Oh, shit! Fuck, yes. Screw me hard!”

He lashed out with a hand, slapping me across the face, and then covering my mouth and nose, displeased by my breach of the silence on that rainy afternoon—the only sounds permitted were pants and groans of shared exertion in the fuck and the sounds of raindrops hitting the tile roof. I submitted again, giving him whatever he wanted, however he wanted it.

He screwed me hard again. When he knew I’d settled down, he grasped my ankles and raised and spread my legs wide. His gold medallion dangled in front of my face, and I took it into my mouth as he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me.

Afterward, I dozed, awakened by the sound of the door to the stairs. The satyr was gone. I went to the open doors at the balcony, arriving in time to see a figure, wearing my shocking-pink T-shirt and jeans, disappearing up the hill in the rain. A flash of color from the other, downhill, direction caught my eye. Was that shocking-pink as well?

Was that him, uphill . . . or was that him, down into the lower village?

He’d left the dildo on the bed. With a smile, I painted the cap purple and the vein running up the side blue. I stuck a silver bead in its bulb and pleasured myself again.

I sat for the rest of the afternoon, by the open balcony doors, watching the rain and painting the satyr’s portrait from memory—muscular, hirsute, hung, mastering, and fully satisfying.

* * * *

I went back to the sex shop the next day to paint again. I was aware that I hoped the foxy guy with the intriguing cock would be there—and he was. But he was clearly making moves on the young, nervous guy who also was there from the previous day. Mr. Foxy looked at me and smiled, but he was already in the process of herding the young guy out of the shop and most probably to the nearest bed and didn’t suspend that effort.

Jabar, the shop owner shrugged and smiled me from behind the counter in something of a “what can you do?” sort of way. I headed toward the back of the store to where the peep cubicles were that I was painting. Jabar moved down the counter as well, and when he came to the end of the counter, I could see that he was unzipped and he had his cock out, in half erection. It was thick, with a brownish tint, and I could see a bluish vein standing out prominently snaking up the side of it. It was cut, the prominent mushroom cap had a purplish tint to it, and there was a silver bead pierced into its bulb.

He got to the door to the back of the shop and its cubicles before I did. I went into the one where I had left my painting supplies, and Jabar entered the next one. I barely had time to soften the bristles on my paint brush when a cock presented itself in the gloryhole by my cheek. It was thick and brown. It had a blue vein running up it and a silver bead pierced into its bulb. I went down on my knees and took it into my mouth. It looked the same as the day before, but it wasn’t quite the same.

I noticed slight movement to the side while I was giving the gloryhole cock head. The businessman from the previous day was standing in the door of the cubicle, leaning up against one side. He had unzipped himself, taken his thick, brown cock out, and was watching me suck the gloryhole cock while he stroked a shaft with a purple mushroom cap and a silver bead pierced in the head.

So, they must have a little club going for them here. But, yesterday, was that him? Was it the Fox, or the shop owner, or the businessman? I knew it didn’t matter. I’d take them all. But I still wondered which one it was.

As the sun began sinking in the early evening, the two youths ran through the gate behind the church into the cemetery. They slowed to a more somber walking pace, as they passed tombstones varying in age from hundreds of years old to that year. The youths passed the last row of graves, and immediately saw that they were the last to arrive.

The two youths were physically distinct: one was green-eyed and black-haired, named Carlos, and the other was a blue-eyed redhead named Victor.

“You took your time.” A black-haired stud of Irish descent called Daniel said. “But at least you’re not late. Come on, sit down.”

Daniel was referring to the picnic rug spread on the ground. Daniel sat restlessly, fidgeting every few seconds, and constantly changing position. To Daniel’s right, there was a handsome black guy called Samuel, who laid on his back watching the clouds zoom across the sky.

And finally you have Nathan, a very attractive brown-haired, brown-eyed dude who was looking at a range of plant samples that he had apparently found among the graves.

Carlos and Victor slumped down on the free space on the rug. Out of the basket he carried, Victor gave each person a pastry from his mother.

“She wouldn’t let me leave without giving me all this food”, he explained. “I tried to tell her I was an adult now, but she wouldn’t listen!”

“It will be good for a midnight snack!” Samuel commented, sitting up.

The five youths had shared a room in an expensive boarding school in Spain for six years (four were of Secondary School, the last two for what Spain calls ‘Bachillerato’).

It had been a few years since they had all graduated, but they still managed to get together for a boys’ night or something similar at least once a year. This year, Daniel had suggested a Halloween sleepover at the cemetery. None of the boys wanted to look like cowards, so they all readily agreed.

They set up two tents for them to sleep in, hoping they’ll be able to maintain their privacy. As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, night settled in, bringing with it the cold. Daniel lit a fire, and the five school friends huddled around it, talking, telling stories and jokes, and drinking from the bottle of fine wine that seemed to have been brought by Samuel, who was the one who drank it the most out of the five.

By the time it was fully night, the only light sources were their fire and the full moon that had peaked over the horizon not long before, they had moved on the ghost stories. Victor had a fair share of them, told to him by his older brothers. None of the boys were scared – or at least, they refused to admit they were. Victor was part way through a particularly scary story about a ghost and his missing skull when they heard a howl in the distance.

“Are there wolves here?” Nathan asked.

“Not as far as I know”, Daniel replied unconvincingly.

“There may be werewolves”, Samuel said, grinning.

Nathan squeaked as another wolf howled, much closer this time. The youths huddled closer together, hoping for warmth from the fire, protection from the outside, or a combination of both. It was clear that all of them weren’t too keen on wolves nearby.

As it neared midnight, Victor excused himself to urinate. He wandered among the tombstones, looking for a good place to pee. He paused, looking across the cemetery. The moon was partially covered by clouds. In its light, the tombstones looked like the black teeth of a monster, waiting to crush Victor in its maw. The moon winked down at Victor, seeming to flash orange. Victor shivered, and hurried on. A few meters away, next to a tombstone that looked particularly old, Victor found an old and gnarled tree. He let loose a stream of urine that steamed in the cold air.

Victor looked at the stream, slowly jacking off. He had a fetish for male urine and pissing always got his dick hard. Looking around and glad to see he was alone, he decided to strip, lie down on the ground and jack off as he thought of urinating. Once he ejaculated, he didn’t realize his eyes were closing and a few minutes later he was sleeping.

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When Victor recovered sufficiently to sit up, he noticed that the smell of piss was still there, much to his olfactory pleasure. But what was in front of him was no other than his best friend.

“Carlos?” He asked in surprise.

“Victor, why’re you undressed?”

Victor could only blush. He could see that Carlos was sitting in front of him, and that’s the moment Victor noticed Carlos’ nude state.

He only blushed farther before Carlos let out a small burp, which made Victor laugh slightly.

“Sorry mate.” Apologized Carlos with a sheepish grin, which grew when he looked down. “You’re very hard.”

Victor looked down and noticed that he was, in fact, very hard.

“You’ve a big dick.” Said Carlos. “I’m jealous.”

This made Victor smirk. “I’m interested, come on mate, show me that cock.”

Carlos blushed before he held his dick for Victor to see, it was rather big, but not as much as Victor’s.

“It’s rather big, mate.”

Carlos burped once again, this time a bit louder, which made Victor laugh before Carlos smirked.

“Hey mate, you seem to like my burps, look down.”

Victor looked down and saw that he was harder than before.

“You seem to like burps huh?” Asked an amused Carlos before he burped again.

“I like more than burps mate.” Whispered Victor as he looked at his friend, licking his lips slightly.

“Oh really?” Carlos asked in the same tone, with a hint of lust as he looked at his best friend’s lips hungrily.

“Oh yes, you want to know what I am into, mate?”

“Tell me, Vic,” Whispered Carlos with more lust as he leaned in Victor’s direction. “… what’re you into?”

“I’ll show you.”

Victor then kissed Carlos with so much force that he almost made him fall. Carlos kissed back just as hungrily, enjoying the musky scent of Victor’s mouth.

Carlos burped in Victor’s mouth and Victor kissed with much more force, his tongue going further inside Carlos’ mouth, they both moaned in heat.

Carlos pulled out of the kiss with a lustful look before taking Victor’s arm and sniffing his armpit.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Carlos whispered lustfully. “Fucking man stink.”

Carlos sniffed hungrilly, taking as much as Victor’s manly scent in his nostrils. The red hairs on his armpits made them stink more, much to Carlos’ enjoyment.

Victor could only moan as his best friend smelled his armpit.

When Carlos stopped sniffing, he pulled Victor for another kiss, although this time it was sloppier and messier, with their saliva escaping their mouths and snot flowing freely from their noses, slobbering up their faces in the process.

Carlos then took Victor cock, and began to massage it.

He then pulled down the foreskin, and saw that it was full with smegma.

This made Carlos quickly do a blowjob, his saliva coating Victor’s dick completely and the smegma disappearing from the cock and entering Carlos’ mouth.

When Victor’s long seed finally came out of his cock, and after Carlos drank it, it was time for both boys to kiss again, sloppily and slobbering.

Victor burped for the first time during their makeout session, this provoked Carlos to grin devilishly as he kissed the boy deeper.

When the two boys pulled out of the kiss, saliva connecting their lips and matching lust glowing in both boys’ eyes, Carlos spoke.

“Are you raunchier than this, Vic?”

“Much runchier.” He answered proudly. “Wanna pig out more, mate?”

“Whatcha think?”

Victor smirked and pulled Carlos for another make-out session before they heard footsteps and they both quickly pulled away.

“There you guys are, we were worried-” Nathan stopped talking as he stared at them both. “What happened?” A small smirk appeared on his features.

“Uh, Nathan. We can explain.” Began Victor nervously.

“No need to, we’re all men here. Don’t worry, I understand.”

“Yeah, we definitely understand.” Came Daniel’s voice.

“It’ll be our secret, don’t worry, we won’t tell.” Assured Samuel as he looked at his friends. “Maybe we should leave.”

“Wait!”

The four boys looked at Carlos, who was nerviously flicking his green eyes to the other four.

“I was wondering, since you guys are all hard, maybe we can help you guys out.” And he was right, he could see an erection tenting their pants, he knew Victor was hard from the make out session and he was hard too. They all needed to ejaculate.

Nathan, Samuel and Daniel all growled under their breaths before they all smirked.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Asked Nathan, rubbing his hands.

The five boys looked at each other with equal lust before the three new arrivals began to undress, Carlos and Victor began to make out sloppily, again.

When Samuel and Daniel were nuded, a spark appeared on both boys before they began to make out, Daniel forcefully tonguing Samuel and Samuel tounged back just as forcefully.

Nathan, not wanting to be left out or feel excluded, began to have fun solo, running his hand through his body as he pissed on himself.

The smell of urine provoked all the boys to look at Nathan, matching desire in everyone’s faces.

Samuel lost control of his bladder and began pissing on himself as well, the other boys did the same, all five moaned as they felt the piss on their bodies. The stink of urine mixed with the sweat created a man stink that made everyone hornier.

When they stopped pissing, Victor, Carlos and Nathan had a kissing threesome, all three males slobbered and burped during the make out session, the heat increasing every single minute.

Samuel and Daniel did the exact same thing as them, burping every two minutes and coating their faces with saliva and snot.

“Dan, wanna get piggier?” Asked a lustful Samuel before letting out a small burp.

“Of course Sam.” Answered Daniel before spitting on his opened mouth. “Whatcha wanna do?”

“I want you to rim me.” He answered with a small laugh.

“What’re you waitin’ for mate. Sit in my fucking face.”

Daniel laid down on the floor, waiting for Samuel to continue.

Samuel could only smirk as he sat down on Daniel’s face, silently amused at his demanding tone.

As his butt slowly made its way to Daniel’s face, the black-haired boy could notice a huge stench.

His dick sprang to life as soon as the smell reached his nose.

Samuel sat down on his friend’s face and immediately let out a huge fart which made everyone else look at him in shock, before they all smirked devilishly.

“I love the smell.” Victor said with eyes full of lust.

“I don’t know what he eated, but whatever produced that fart makes me so fucking horny and hungry.” Whispered Nathan.

“Oh FUCK YEAH!” said Daniel as he sniffed hungrily. “Fart more mate, I’m so fucking horny right now!” He slapped Samuel’s black buttcheeks as he sniffed hard and loudly.

Samuel obeyed and Daniel sniffed hungrily everytime he let out a fart.

“Oh fuck yeah Sam, that’s it, keep farting, oh yeah, fart more.”

Samuel’s farts smelled worse (or better, in Daniel’s opinion) as time progressed.

In the meantime, Nathan was sitting down on the floor, farting his arse off, fingering his hole as he brought it to his nose to smell his finger.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Nathan whispered as he fingered his asshole and smelled the stench of his ass through his finger. “I love my man stink.”

“As you should, Nathan.” Encouraged Samuel as he continued to fart on Daniel’s face, who continued to encourage Samuel to fart more.

Nathan gasped when all his cum ended on the floor, he was jacking off the whole time and he finally released.

Samuel also came, screaming Daniel’s name as he let out another last huge fart.

Samuel stood up from Daniel’s face, and Neville stood up from the floor. The other two were still snogging, making out in a very animalistic way, but they eventually stopped.

“Well, that was fun.”

All nodded at Nathan’s words.

“We need to pig out more.” Said Samuel with a small smile. “I’ve never been raunchier in my life, I loved this.”

“Oh no, Vic, I just remembered Alicia, we better not tell her any of this.” Carlos said in a worried tone, talking about his girlfriend.

“Lucía doesn’t need to know either.” Victor referred to his girlfriend as well. “And you’re right Samuel, we need to pig out more.”

“Normally I would’ve told you to be loyal to your girls.” Nathan said. “But I’ve never ejaculated so much in my life, so yeah, let’s pig out more.”

The five guys looked at each other.

That was the first time they actually behaved like this, but it’ll definitely not be the last.

Kyle woke up and noticed the other side of the bed was empty but still warm. He scooted over and felt the warm spot that his father had left on the sheets, and his smell.

It had been a wild evening. After the spin the bottle game and the blowjobs, the three families were all turned on still but decided to hold off on a second round. They got dressed, and the Jensens cooked up the fish the fathers had caught for a big dinner.

It wasn’t until around 8 o’clock when the men were inside, relaxing and drinking while an evening thunderstorm blew through outside.

It had been Steve who’d suggested another round upstairs. “Fucking this time,” he’d added.

So that’s what happened. No games, no taking turns. Just dads paired with a different son. Then switching to another. Kyle had felt Dave Goldman eat him out then finger him before pushing that magnificent prick inside him. It drove Kyle wild to be nailed by Dave, and he had to hold off cumming. He almost wasn’t successful either, but Dave seemed to be keeping his own orgasm at bay and paused his thrusts to lean down and kiss Kyle deeply.

With a grin, the older man leaned back up and slowly extracted his big dick from Kyle’s hole. Looking up, Dave asked. “You ready to tap this ass, Steve?”

Kyle had been nervous as Steve got into place. That dong was frickin’ huge, thick and heavy, but also exciting. Steve took his time. It was intense but Kyle loved it. At one point he saw his father on all fours, watching Kyle as the other dad fucked him. Ed himself was getting filled with Rob’s dick, while Clint was fucking his brother from behind.

Kyle didn’t want to let his dad see how much he liked it at first. He wasn’t sure if Dad was jealous of Steve’s size, or Dave’s for that matter. But those men made the college guy like his father’s body and cock no less. And it did seem to turn his dad on to watch.

Kyle now humped the bed sheets, feeling his morning wood insistent. He and Dad had felt too fucked out for sex when they went to bed, but they’d cuddled and kissed and talked.

Kyle slipped on some shorts and went down the hall. The cabin was quiet and it took Kyle a second to realize his father was out on the deck, having coffee and looking out onto the lake. He opened the door and stepped out.

His dad turned around. “Hey son,” he said. “Didn’t wake you up did I?”

God, Ed’s body was just amazing, Kyle thought. Bulky, strong back, bulging shoulders. Not to take away from Dave or Steve, but Kyle got goosebumps just seeing his dad half naked, now turning to face him.

“Nah,” Kyle grinned. He looked out onto the lake as he stepped up to his father, unable to resist running a hand along the base of his father’s bare back. “God, it’s amazing here… reminds me of our first time.”

Ed nodded. “That’s just what I was thinking.” He nodded down to his shorts, where a thick hardon formed a noticeable ridge. “Sometimes I gotta pinch myself that we’re still doing this.”

Kyle took in a deep breath and exhaled, turned on to hear his father say that, and emotional, too. “Something about having these other guys here makes me appreciate what we’ve done even more.”

Ed smiled a faint smile and seemed to mull Kyle’s words. His own beefy fingers reached forward and touched Kyle’s bare flank. His son was still trim and smooth, and so beautiful.

“Maybe I don’t say this enough, but… you know you’re my special guy, too, don’t ya son?”

“Yeah, Dad,” Kyle said with a soft shyness. His dick surged as he felt his dad’s fingers explore his side.

Ed sighed. The look of love in Kyle’s eyes melted his defenses for sure. “You know I love your mother and would never leave her, right?”

Kyle nodded. He’d never expect his father to divorce his mom.

Ed continued, trying to choose his words carefully. “But seeing what the Carolina guys have going on, being together like that, well, that’s the closest I’ve ever come to thinking about having something like that with you.”

“Dad,” Kyle sighed. “I know there are a million reasons that could never happen, but I also know there are a million ways it would make me happy.”

Ed gave a sad smile. He worried he was teasing Kyle even bringing it up. “It’s just so strong between us, you know. I sometimes wonder what will happen when you’re graduated and off living on your own. Maybe with a boyfriend, husband, or whatever.”

“We’ll deal with that when it comes, Dad,” Kyle said gamely.

“Yeah, I guess we will,” Ed said and smiled as Kyle leaned forward for a kiss. Ed reciprocated, pushing his tongue between his son’s lips. This is something this week gave them. They found opportunities to fool around at home but never had the time or privacy to relax and just kiss like this.

Their kiss was soft at first. Then deeper. Pretty soon, father and son clung to one another as they made out, humping their crotches against one another. Ed had told himself he’d avoid doing anything like this out on the deck, but things felt especially private in the quiet morning hour. And he got a thrill out of being able to show affection with his son – real, sexual affection – like this, openly.

He had a naughty grin on his face as they broke their kiss, and Ed reached down and cupped his son’s erection through his flimsy shorts.

Thankfully, Kyle had his wits about him. “Wanna come back to bed, Dad?” he asked in a low, excited voice.

Ed nodded. And like the two Jensens were heading back to their room, their dicks hard in their shorts and their hearts pounding with excitement.

Back in the dim coolness of their room, they stripped and their naked bodies met on the bed, just as their mouths reconnected again. It wasn’t a light kiss but their tongues were gentle as they battled one another.

Kyle leaned back and felt his father’s bulk get on top of him. Everything about this felt right, being beneath his dad’s meaty body and feeling the full body contact. It was like so many times before at this lake, when it was just the two of them.

Ed must have been thinking the same thing. As he leaned up he gave Kyle a wink and reached over for the lube. “Being here reminds me of your first time fucking me,” Ed said with a sly grin. He reached back, twisting his meaty body to reach between his thick buns.

Kyle realized what was going to happen. “Fuck yeah, Dad.”

“My boy wants to be inside his daddy?” Ed teased.

Kyle nodded. “You don’t even know, Dad, do you? How much I love this.”

Ed replied, “I have a pretty good idea.” He gripped Kyle’s boner to slick it up before lowering his ass back in place. He’d gotten surprisingly used to this, surprisingly good at taking a dick into his manly hole. He positioned himself so that son boner was right at his entrance then bore down with just the right amount of force.

His son popped in.

“Fuck!” Ed hissed in that familiar pleasure. This was so much easier now than two years ago when they first tried it. “I’ll let you in on a secret too, son,” the father grunted, his hips now working more of his son’s dick inside him. “I love it just as much.”

“Yeah?” Kyle gasped, feeling a dozen jolts of pleasure pulse through him, centered in his cock but also at the points of body contact with his father. With a horniness, Kyle gripped his dad’s outer thighs and hips and started to press into his dad.

“My boy’s ready to fuck, isn’t he?” Ed growled in a statement as much as a question.

“God yes,” Kyle grunted. He wasn’t thrusting hard, not yet, but his dick was taking more of the initiative. Each push up into his father’s guts was met with an increasing openness and relaxation on Ed’s part. This was like his senior year in high school, Kyle remembered, always him on top, with his dad bottoming when they had a private moment and enough time. “I’m fucking you, Dad,” the teen verbalized.

Ed nodded, eyes locked on his son. His body bounced gently up and down on that thrusting dick. Ed’s own fist went up and down his slickened dick in synchronization. Even after all the wild sex over the last couple of days – with the Goldman’s and the Carolina guys – this felt right. Amazing.

They didn’t talk more as they mated. At least at first. Silently, Kyle held on to his father and fucked up into him. Not going too fast, since he wanted to savor this moment. Ed for his part seemed to ride the plateau of sexual pleasure without letting it crest.

Finally, Kyle’s hips slowed. “Get on your back, Dad.” He knew a change of position would really get him off.

The cop dismounted, enjoying the lust in Kyle’s eyes as he flipped on his back on the bare spot of the mattress and lifted his legs. His son wasted no time getting on his knees and scooting into place.

The entry was sudden now, and eager. Kyle was horny, and Ed was ready. The father wrapped his legs around his son’s trimmer waist, getting off on just how young and handsome and built Kyle was. Nineteen and horny.

Kyle thursted more insistently as he held his upper body above his father’s, their eye contact heavy. “This is so much better than fucking at home, Dad,” Kyle hissed. “We don’t have to be quiet or sneak around.”

The idea hit Ed deeply. They were father and son in a house of three other father and son teams. They could let loose.

“Fuck me, son,” Ed said. Openly, at full volume. “Nail your dad’s hungry ass.”

That egged Kyle on, and the son put more power into each contraction of his hips and glutes. “God yes, love fucking you so much.”

Ed thought back to the recent sessions with the other teams and the verbal exploration they’d been having with the Goldmans and the Carolina guys. It was rubbing off on him and Kyle, for sure. “Committing incest,” Ed growled. “You like that son?”

Kyle nodded, his hips now more of a blur. “Incest fuck with my father,” he growled in response. “My dick’s inside the man who made me.”

“Feels so good, son. My own boy’s cock. Nailing me.”

“Yeah Dad?” Kyle’s orgasm was getting closer by the second.

Ed nodded and started stroking wildly. “God yes. Fuck me off with that son dick. Fuck your daddy off.”

Kyle pounded hard, and both men knew it would be a simultaneous cum. Even split second in their unison.

Kyle cried a loud cry, as Ed bellowed, “Oh FUCK! Cumming son!” Kyle’s O-face quickly morphed into a grin as he watched the seed pour out of his dad’s rigid dick, his own cock still discharging his semen into his dad’s guts.

***

The other men were gathered around the kitchen as Kyle and Ed walked in, clothed but faces flush from the sex.

They were all grinning knowingly.

“Someone had a good time,” Rob smirked.

Ed felt a little embarrassed now, but Kyle placed his hand on his father’s shoulder. “We might have gotten a little carried away,” the teen laughed.

Dave looked at Kyle and could see the postcoital happiness on the cute stud’s face. It was remarkable how much more confident and sexual Kyle had become since the first meetup.

“It’s cool… only I think you may have given Jake some ideas,” he teased, looking over with a flirty gaze to his son.

Jake leaned back and spread his legs. He was already chubbed from hearing the Jensens go at it. But his dad’s talk now was getting him worked up. “I’m pretty sure I had those ideas before, Dad.”

Dave let that idea sink in… his son’s desire to turn the tables. But before he could say anything more about it, Ed chimed in as he took a seat between Jake and Clint.

“Just being around you guys… it’s giving me and Kyle the freedom to open up.” He knew he still had a complicated relationship with his son, probably more complicated after this week than before. But the sexual glow he felt made it seem easier.

“I’m glad you guys were open to things yesterday,” Kyle said. “That was fun.”

“Sure was,” Steve said. “Kind of mindblowing, if you ask me. He patted his eldest son’s leg. “Rob here’s had a good deal of experience with men, but Clint needed that experience, I think.”

Clint grinned and shrugged his shoulders.”Yeah, it was hot.”

“If you guys weren’t incest couples I don’t think I’d enjoy it,” Rob said flatly. “It’s like I’m not cheating on Dad or Clint cause you’re family, too, you know? I know that sounds fucking dumb.”

“It’s not dumb,” Jake said. “I got a girlfriend and we’re exclusive, yet Dad’s my only exception. The Jensen’s too, and now you guys.” Jake paused as he realized his slip up. “Oops, I fucked up there, didn’t I?”

Ed nudged Jake’s calf with his leg. “It’s all right, Jake, I don’t mind these guys knowing our name.”

“What the hell,” Steve said. “Our last name’s Morgan. We can swap each others’ vitals later if you want. I trust you guys.”

“Dave Goldman,” Dave said with a happy relief. “Though I’m hoping we swap more than vitals later.”

Steve laughed. “That’s a good bet. Only how bout I stick with my boys tonight? You guys do what you want.”

Dave reached over and ran his hand through Jake’s brown hair. “Sounds good for us, too. Perfect way to spend my birthday. And it seems like the Jensens have already been having some family time.”

“Happy birthday, man,” Steve said.

“How old?” Clint smiled.

“The big 5-0,” Dave grinned. “And there’s nothing more I want to do than spend some alone time with my Jake.”

***

The men all paired off – canoeing, swimming, kayaking – each in their own pairs or groups. After the intensity of the orgy the day before, it was a welcome change of pace.

The Morgan men came back in the middle of the afternoon. The cabin was quiet. Whether they were the only ones there or if the others were napping in their rooms, Rob couldn’t tell. But as he stepped inside, he saw his Dad give him a lust-heavy look as Clint stepped up to his older brother.

Clint’s lips were soft and his tongue gentle as he slipped it between Rob’s lips. “Love you brother,” he said softly. Rob’s heart pounded as his hands slipped effortlessly around Clint’s solid waist. He knew what this was about. Clint’s way of saying that family still came first.

“Love you too baby bro,” Rob practically whispered. “So much.”

Steve stepped closer, but still kept a little distance. “You boys need some one-on-one time?”

Rob almost said yes, but he could read the desire in his dad’s eyes. If he and Clint said the word, they’d go off to their room and suck and fuck, just them, and Dad would be A-OK with that. But Steve clearly wanted sex, too.

“I don’t, Dad,” Clint said. ‘I need to be with both of my men.”

Rob grunted a low grunt as Clint slipped out of his embrace and stepped up to their father. The kiss was just as soft, just as sensual and the sight made Rob’s prick ache in hardness.

Then it was Rob’s turn to kiss Steve, only he had the benefit of feeling his little bro’s closeness, the heat of his younger body, the strong hands feeling up both brother and father while they made out.

“Fuck,” Rob hissed, feeling real turned on.

Steve nodded. He was feeling the same thing. “How you guys feeling about yesterday?” he asked.

“I loved it, Dad,” Clint said. “You know that.”

“It’s just moving so fast with these guys, and I want to make sure you both are OK with everything.”

“Serious, Dad?” Rob replied. “It’s a chance of a lifetime. I’m pretty sure the Kid here thinks the same.”

“Rob’s right,” Clint assured his father. “We may never get a chance like this again.”

Steve looked into his youngest son’s eyes and was blown away by the trust, enthusiasm, and just level-headedness of this handsome man. “Guess not,” he murmured before Clint’s lips came in for another kiss. Romantic, probing.

Then Clint turned to kiss Rob before Rob took his turn with Steve.

“You doing OK, Dad?” Rob asked as they broke for air.

“Doing good, bud… just horny as fuck. Being here is bringing it out in me.”

“Doesn’t take much, Dad.” Clint’s hand reached up and ran along his dad’s furry, broad chest. His father had been younger when he first fucked his sons, and now, ten years on, Clint dug how his old man’s body had changed. Same ex-jock meatiness, but now a mature bulk with some softness combined with the hardness of a man used to manual labor. Clint decided he loved his dad’s older body. His dick surged and he spread his legs to let his father’s erection nudge beneath his balls. “We gonna play more with those guys while we’re here?”

“Depends on what you boys want,” Steve answered, though he tried to decide if he was telling the truth. He gave Clint a soft kiss then gestured down the hall. “But first let’s see what kind of fun we can get into.”
The Morgan men stripped back in their bedroom. It was a queen sized bed, and the men were well-built, so it would be tight but they relished the close contact as they snuggled in together.

Steve and Clint went first, making out as Rob watched and ran his hand along his brother’s and father’s naked bodies.

Finally Steve leaned up into a pushup position above his youngest son and turned to the other, “Robbie…. Can you hand me the lube?”

Rob flashed a horny grin and went to get the lube. Steve was already down between Clint’s raised ex-football thighs and was rimming away.

“Fuck, Dad, you’re the best at this,” Clint said, feeling the thickness of his father’s tongue press inward past his pucker’s edge. Looking up at his brother’s smiling face, he added, “No offense, Robbie.”

Rob replied, “None taken, Kiddo. I agree.” He leaned down and met Clint for a deep kiss, feeling the younger man’s sexual tension rise between the kiss and the rim job. Pretty soon, Steve was kissing along Rob’s neck, then pulling the son into a kiss of his own.

“Fuck him, Dad,” Rob finally grunted as they broke their kiss. “Fuck our special guy.”

Steve looked down at Clint. His special young man, all right. He didn’t love one son more than the other, but Rob was independently minded and had marched to the beat of a different drummer sometimes. Clint, well, the boy was just like Steve in so many ways. Open, sincere, heart on his sleeve kind of man. Horny as fuck.

“I need it, Dad. Need both you guys in me tonight,” the former football jock hissed. He watched as his big brother squirted some lube on his fingers then handed the tube to his father, who greased up his cock as Rob applied the gel to Clint’s now practiced hole.

It wasn’t always like this: the youngest son taking bottom bunk. But it happened more times than not. A lot more. Clint had looked up to Robbie since he’d first taken Clint’s cherry – before even – and, well, Dad was a goddamn stud, even at 55. Especially at 55.

The entry was still slow going. Steve’s cock was fat and some nights it took extra work to work it past Clint’s natural defenses.

“So tight, Sport,” Steve growled. “Gonna make your daddy feel good, aren’t ya, bud?”

“I wanna,” Clint replied eagerly. He could feel the bloated prick head now clear the breach and press inward. “Oh fuck!” he cried. His dad was so much bigger than the others at the cabin, with Rob a close second.

“Too much?” Steve asked.

Clint shook his head. “God no. Feels incredible…. Yeah just like that, Dad. Push more in me.”

Rob looked on, excited and stroking his dick before it got too much. “Damn, Bro… this is always so hot to watch… you getting fucked.”

“Damn, Robbie,” Clint moaned, alternating his gaze from his dad to his brother and back. “You guys liked watching Dave or Ed fuck me?”

Those words hit Steve hard. Harder than he expected. He shoved all the way in and didn’t even give Clint a second to get used to it like normal. He pushed in again. And again. He was outright fucking his boy, now, and turned on by the idea.

Rob noticed right away. “You like this, too, Dad. I know it. Enjoyed fucking Kyle and Jake.” His hands traced down lower to his father’s strong, meaty buns, flexing and coated in thick hair. Rob’s fingers dug in. “Wanna feel their dicks in you, too?”

“That’s be hot, Dad,” Clint said, kissing his father once again. Their hands were on one another, openly exploring each other’s bodies, while Rob’s fingers reached down between his dad’s meaty buns and dug in, rooting for that tender pucker.

Steve thrust wildly and grunted. A few fevered strokes and he was coming.

He gave Clint one final kiss, feeling his youngest’s horniness. He wished he could have gotten his son to the finish line, too, but he also knew Rob was skilled at doing just that. Indeed as he pulled out and scooted aside, Robbie took his place.

“My turn, Kiddo,” he growled and fed Clint’s hunky ass several inches of brother cock.

As Rob began to pump away, Steve got some lube on his finger and wrapped his beefy palm around Clint’s hardon. He worked his strokes in time with Robbie’s thrusts. “You’re so beautiful, boys,” he said softly as he worked Clint up into his well-earned cum, just seconds before Rob dropped his sperm inside his younger brother.

***

Dave and Jake returned a couple hours later. They saw Ed and Jake softly making out on the sofa. Jake nudged Dave with a knowing grin, but the father leaned down and whispered in Jake’s ear.

“Let’s not disturb them,” he said.

Jake nodded and followed his dad back to their room. The Morgans had their door shut but Jake couldn’t hear much from inside. Besides, he was more focused on the anticipation of sex with his dad.

Dave Goldman quietly took off his clothes and lay face down on the full-sized bed.

“Feel like eating me out son?” he asked. This was one of his and Jake’s favorite things to do, and as Dave watched his son nod, he got a thrill that they would do it again.

Jake took his time stripping and joining his father on the bed, but soon Dave felt Jake’s soft tongue lap at his hole. It had actually been a while since they’d done this, but Dave’s night with Kyle reminded him how much he missed being rimmed.

Particularly as his son’s tongue started wiggling in deeper, pressing forward into Dave’s insides. Dave had taught Jake this, taught his son the pleasure of a tongue on his hole, and the pleasure of eating another man out. It was a lewd and sexual act and turned both the Goldman men on.

Dave lay flat on his belly, his hardon pressed against the sheets, as his body experienced the sensations of the rim job: pleasure, a slight tickling, the gentle defenses of his clutching hole, the opening up of his anus against Jake’s eager and talented tongue. It wasn’t often he and his boy had a chance to go as deep as they did this week. Now, up at a rural cabin with two other families of men enjoying their own freedom to fuck around.

Finally, Dave figured he was as ready as he was gonna be. “Jake… son…. there’s some lube there if you wanna….” The man was so nervous he could barely make the request out loud.

Jake wasn’t sure he heard his dad right, or understood. “You mean?” he asked with a guarded anticipation as he leaned up, rubbing and examining his father’s hairy ass cheeks.

“Just go slow, like I did the first time with you,” was all Dave said.

“God, Dad. You know I will.” Jake excitedly scrambled up to a leaning position over his father’s hamstrings and slathered extra lube on his dick. Putting more on his fingers and slowly pressing one into Dave’s tight pucker.

“Gonna finger you for a while, Dad, open you up,” Jake announced and did precisely that. Dave even saw ten full minutes pass on the clock as his boy expertly fingered him. One, two, back to one. Then two and three, then deeper with one. And repeating the cycle again.

“Jake…” Dave said in a quiet, deep voice.

“Yeah Dad?” Jake replied with a lusty voice. He watched excitedly as his fingers sawed in and out between his dad’s round ass cheeks. He was expecting his father to start in on some deep sex talk.

“You ever fuck Katie up the ass?”

It was a lewd question and surprised Jake. Didn’t freak him out, but added another finger and replied cautiously, “Yeah, she let me once. I don’t think it’s her thing, though.” He pulled out and scooted up toward his father’s crack. “You better not make the moves on her, Dad,” he said, half in a joke, half in admonishment.

Dave let out a soft chuckle and hiked his ass back to meet his son’s dick. He was ready as he ever would be. “It’s not like that, Jake. It’s just… I get turned on by the idea of you fucking a woman.”

This was like that first day here at the cabin coming back to Jake. The Jensen’s bringing out something the Goldman men had been flirting with but never having the guts to explore.

“I’m good at it, Dad,” Jake said with a soft growl as his slicked up cockhead pressed harder against his dad’s private ring. “Real fucking good.
The words turned Dave on, like kerosene tossed onto a campfire. His ass opened up enough to feel an inch of dick press in. Jake’s dick, his own son’s erection boring into him.

“Fuck!” he grunted. Surprise, discomfort, and lust all rolled into one. The entry stung at first, but not as bad as he expected, and soon Dave came to savor the strange full feeling inside his guts.

Jake eased the insistence of the penetration but still pressed forward, not giving his father a chance to clench up on him. As his hips pushed, Jake’s hands ran along his father’s toned and strong back. A great looking man at 50, and an image of what Jake would look like in his middle age.

“Feel good, Dad?” he finally asked as he felt the tightness in his father’s ass gradually ease up in pulsing waves. His dick was pushing deeper now, almost bottoming out.

“I don’t know,” Dave laughed. “But I want this, Jake. Need it, son.” His own boy’s cock, taking his virginity. His body actually shivered at the thought once Jake bottomed out, fully conquering the dad hole. Dave sighed and spoke softly. “Feels amazing. You in me. Wish I’d done this before.”

“We’re doing it now,” was all Jake said, then started thrusting. Not full thrust at first but slowly working up depth and speed, building his father’s excitement along the way.

Dave wondered how his son was so good at this. So good at fucking. He felt Jake’s muscular heaving body on top of his back as his own erection pressed into the cotton sheet.

Jake was giving it his all now, heavy steady fucking while he kissed and felt up his father. “God, Dad, this is so hot. So amazing to fuck you.”

It was amazing to Dave, too. Far more than he expected. He thought it would be something to endure for Jake’s sake. Let his boy get his rocks off. But as Jake fucked him, his mind vividly pictured Jake mounting his girlfriend. Or his future wife. Making Dave some grandkids.

That did it. Dave’s prick spurted right onto the sheets. It was his first anal orgasm, and it struck him deeply. Now he knew what it was about.

Jake felt the constriction of his father’s ass on his thrusting cock. It thrilled him and gave him the signal to make it to the finish line. His fucking became more determined, possessive even as he pounded toward his nut.

“Oh Shit!” he cried in a volume that certainly would be heard by the other men, even down the hall.

Jake’s 200 pound body was heavy on top of Dave now, as his son slumped in post-fuck torpor. But Dave relished the sensation. His first time bottoming and he’d gone out in a big way.

****

“What are you thinking, Dad?” Rob asked as he sat out on the deck with his father. It was their last full day at the lake, and upstairs the other men were still having sex, going for round two on the air mattresses.

Steve had said he was taking a break and came down. Rob followed him, slipping on some shorts and following his dad’s lead in grabbing a beer and heading outside.

Steve gave Rob a loving look. “It’s hard to explain if you’re not a father. But I guess there comes a time when you gotta step back and let your sons have the chance to be their own men.”

Rob knew what he was referring to. “You jealous that Clint’s having such a good time?”

Steve chuckled softly. “Maybe a little, yeah. But I know he doesn’t love us less. He just needs a little room to run, you know?” He looked thoughtfully at Rob and asked, “What about you, son? You jealous? He’s your boyfriend, too.”

Rob shook his head. “I love him to death, Dad. I’m happy to see him happy. Honest.”

Steve nodded. “Sometimes I think he should have gone off and had some more experience in life. Like you did.”

“Dad,” Rob countered, “You know the Kid wouldn’t have done a goddamn thing different. I don’t think I ever told you this… but you know how I first figured out you were fucking him?”

Steve shook his head. “Just figured you had an intuition.”

“Well, yeah,” Rob said. “But it was after one of his big games in high school. You know, one of those where he had an incredible game all around.”

“There were a number of those,” Steve reflected with fondness.

Rob smiled. “Well, yeah. But, well, any other kid would have been talking all about himself and the game, but there he was on a Friday night Skypeing with me and all he could do was talk about you.”

“Aw Robbie,” Steve was feeling emotional.

“The kid thinks the world of you,” Rob said.

Steve pursed his lips. “Does he think we’re killing his fun by being down here?” Steve wanted to give his youngest a chance to enjoy sex with the other dad-son teams, but now worried he came across as judgmental.

Rob shrugged. “Dunno. But I think I’m killing MY fun by being down here.” His eyes twinkled. “Whaddya say we go back up?”

Steve set down his beer, half-finished. Already his prick was firming up in his shorts. “You know what you asked me yesterday?”

Rob couldn’t remember and as he stood up, too, his face reflected that.

“You asked if I wanted to feel Kyle and Jake’s dicks in my ass.”

Rob smiled. “Fuck, Dad, you gonna let them?”

Steve got a lusty smile on his weathered face. “If they’re not too fucked out to do the honors. I figured I might as well enjoy the week, you know?”

Rob patted his Dad’s back. He’d never felt more in love with his father and it felt automatic to lean in to kiss Steve, not a gentle peck, but a soft but deep tongue-kiss.

“All right,” Steve growled. “Lets get our asses back up there.”

****

Check out day came too soon. It had been a wild, intense week. And once the three families had gotten a lot of sex out of their system, it had been just some relaxing bonding time outdoors, and drinking at night.

Now reality hit. No time for a big breakfast, just some coffee and toast to tide them over. The boys tackled the basic tidying up, while the fathers broke down the air mattresses and packed up the cars. Check out was at 10 and they were all ready to go by 9:30.

They all gave a round of hugs, each man kissing the other.

“Damn, man, this was the best week,” Steve growled as he gave Ed a big bear hug and kissed him square on the lips. Ed kissed back with some tongue.

“Glad you all could make it, buddy,” Dave said as he stepped up for his own goodbye kiss.

They all stood facing each other.

“One more for the road?” Steve asked hopefully.

“What do you have in mind?” Ed asked.

“I’m thinking like the first day. Sons service dads, then dads blow sons.”

Ed nodded and turned to Dave. “Let’s do this,” Goldman said.

It was like their own private ritual, a circle of incest. The three fathers stood as their boys got down to give them head. Rob even went behind Steve to rim him while Clint gave the blow job.

They didn’t last long, and with a matter of fact gesture, one father after the other knelt down to get his son off.

Rob was the last to come, holding tightly onto his father’s head as he finally gave up his load. Having all the men’s eyes on him added to the thrill.

“Fuck we gotta do this again,” he said as he pulled his cock out from his dad’s lips.

“Next year?” Dave asked hopefully.

“We’re game any time,” Steve said. “We have a big house down in North Carolina, too, anytime you guys want to come down. We also regularly get a house at a lake near us, too. Great fishing there.”

“I can’t speak for Dad,” Kyle said, “but I’d love that. Seriously, it’s awesome seeing what you guys have going on.”

Steve looked at Rob proudly and then Clint, whose hair he ruffled. “These guys keep me pretty happy, I will admit.”

Finally it was time to leave and they filed out to their respective cars.

“Be in touch, buddy?” Dave asked as he gave Ed one last hug and kiss.

“You know it,” the burly cop said, feeling a closer bond than ever with the fellow dad. “Let’s not make it a year and a half before the next one.”

“Nope,” Dave agreed.

“Later guys,” Ed said to the Morgans before getting into his truck, where Kyle was already buckling his seat belt. “Ready buddy?”

Truthfully, Kyle never wanted to leave, but that morning his father had told him they’d do a date night some time. “You know,” Ed blushed as he threw out the idea, “see where it goes.”

So the college kid felt they were leaving one paradise and maybe heading toward another. Or at least seeing where it went. “Yeah, Dad,” he said.

And one by one, the men started their cars and drove off.

****

The ride back was quiet for the Goldmans, at least for a couple of hours.

But just past Syracuse, Jake spoke up.

“You having any second thoughts?”

“About the meetup?” Dave asked. “You kidding?” He was still on cloud nine from a week of taboo and getting his rocks off.

Jake shook his head. “I mean about me fucking you.”

Dave got a more understanding look then shot his son a grin. “What do you think?”

Jake paused. Unbelievably he was getting chubbed again, already. “Physically I know you liked it. Loved it even. But come on, Dad, you know there’s more to it than that.”

Dave took it in. He had been thinking about what it meant to lose his anal virginity. He’d been so committed to the role of being the one on top. It had been his decision to change that this week, or at least try something new out, and he was dealing with the aftermath of it.

“Honest, son? The fact it was you made me love it. Not just physically either.” It was a tough admission for Dave to make somehow, but as he saw Jake’s grin he admired how much his son was like him.

Jake shuffled in the car seat, adjusting the crotch of his shorts. “I thought I’d be weirded out talking about Katie,” he said. “But you know what?”

“What?” Dave had said. Of all the new stuff this week, he’d even forgotten about that. That was just the sex talk and horny imagination getting away from him.

Jake turned to his father, admiring just how handsome and masculine he was. A role model. “I figure you and your fuck buddies can talk about your wives, right?”

Dave gave a little nod, thinking of his two regulars he saw most. “Yeah. I mean, we don’t always, but sometimes…”

“Well, I like being fuck buddies with you Dad. Like I know I got my relationship and, I dunno, it feels things are getting serious with Katie. But I know we have this thing between us, and that’s cool, too. I’m a lot like you, Dad.”

Dave grinned. “You are, son. Only fifty times more handsome,” he joked. He watched the road go by. Then he added softly, “I’m glad you think that, though, Jake.”

Jake paused. His dick was rock hard reflecting back on the week. “Think we could come up with an excuse to extend the vacation a day?”

Dave felt a horniness in his throat. Knowing Jake, his son would be after another chance to fuck him. He weighed whether he was ready for that, but his desire won out. “It’s Saturday, so I don’t see why not… wanna find us a place to stay… maybe an hour north of the city?”

Jake grinned and pulled out his phone.

THE END