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  • Encounters Remembered Drive Across Country

    was driving across the country from Tampa, Florida to San Diego, California. I had decided to move to California because I had gotten the opportunity to work at a very high end art gallery. I had a friend that was a porn star. He needed to move out of his apartment to stay in LA for a movie he was doing. Regardless. I am on my way driving West in a Nash Rambler. Yes. A vintage car. I had a great trip driving my classic car all across the south. I was in the desert in the middle of nowhere. It was late at night and the rambling stopped. My car had broken down. No cell phones, no gas station for miles. I was screwed. So I put out two flyers and fell asleep. Morning came and it started to get very hot. I started to think I might die out there. The afternoon came not one truck or car. Just before night, a beat up. The pickup came down the road. It was the first and the only vehicle that had come down the road. Fortunately, they stopped. Let us call him Tom. And her name was Lisa. Lisa was overweight but had a very pretty face. She was as nice as a person can be Tom. Oh my god. Tom was breathtaking. Total redneck. His body looked amazing. They were drunk but I got in the truck. Me in the middle. Tom driving. And Lisa and I had a nice chat. Tom seemed to only eyeball me a bit. He was so hot. I kept looking at him but not too much. You could see all of his rippling muscles. And he smells so manly and sexy. We get to their place. Lisa and I started to talk a bit more. Both of them love my old car. 

    They live pretty far in the sticks. But they had a phone. So we call triple A. Lisa offered me the couch. I needed a place to crash till my car was reading. Tom was looking at me and again I felt uncomfortable. I could see through his T shirt. His super defined muscles. Not bulky, but amazing. He was a dirty brown blonde with a scruffy stubble beard, blue eyes. His Bulge was huge. And even though he was wearing underwear, those jeans still showed a large package. Tom and Lisa did drink some coffee with me. I could tell they wanted to chat a bit more before passing out. Lisa went to bed. Tom had popped a beer for himself and brought me one. Like most redneck men, he sat in his chair, put his feet up with a pull of a lever. I sat on the couch with my pillow and she’d we did talk but not much. He pops a video in and it’s straight porn. Tom says their wife doesn’t have sex often but has no problem with porn. I say okay, cool. He comments on how he likes certain things we are watching. I still see he is watching me. I feel sleepy and just kind of fell asleep. Tom must have to smell food and wake Tom with boxers on carries and two plates with a nice breakfast. He says Lisa had it ready to heat up. He didn’t sit in his chair. He sat on the couch. Kind of close to me. I could smell his clean body. Next to me. I was scared I would pop a boner. He only had boxers on and he had a lot hanging in them a whole lot. His co head was hanging out the end of the boxers. I kept the sheet over my lap. After finishing eating. He grabbed the plates and said showers in the bedroom Beth. I took a shower and came out in a towel. Tom was still on the couch. As I walked in. I could see through the opening of his boxers a huge 12 inch cock and pretty too big with skin. pink and white color. I acted like I didn’t see it and sat on the couch. Tom was watching porn. 

    We had a beer. I was in my towel and was wondering where my clothes were. Tom said he tossed them in the wash. He told me to sit on the couch, patted his hand next to him. I sat down, Tom said out of the blue. It took him a while but I know you’re gay. I said nothing. He continued with Lisa having it figured out right off. I said yes. I made sure she knew before arriving here. Tom smiled and sat back, drank more beer and watched his porn. about 10 minutes go by. Tom says Lisa said I should fuck you or have you suck me off. We don’t have sex. We also never cheat and put me with blue balls. But you are not a woman. You won’t want to fuck my wife either. I got a bit excited and concerned at the same time. Tom then informed me that while I slept last night, he could see my ass on the couch. The sheet had slid off me. He gave me a look. I will never forget. I knew he was going to fuck me. He just stopped talking and pulled out that huge cock. It was rock hard. He grabbed my head and put me to his crotch. I hear him saying you’re a lucky cocksucker lick my balls. See how full they are. I am going to shoot my wad. You would like that? He asked as he shoved his huge cock in my mouth. His hands used my head as if he was fucking it. He liked holding me with his dick in me to the base of his tool. My neck was full of his meat. He pushed me up and down. He was good at pumping my mouth. 

    He then stood up removing his boxers. In a very sexy commanding voice. Tom orders me to crawl on my knees. He slapped his juicy dig all over my face. Then pulling my hair pumps me. He shot come in me so much. It was running out of my mouth and all over my chin and face. Tom grabs me, pulls me up from my knees and throws me face down. ass up on the couch. He spits on my hole and puts his finger in me. He was good with his fingers. He could tell I was responding. Tom says Do you like that? I said yes. You like me feeling your little boy’s pussy. He leans in and says that’s what my wife and I do mostly. Now, this is what I am going to do to you. Just then I feel his cock enter me. He just started fucking me hard like a beast. Tom thrust in me to work my whole in a way that made me beg him to take me. He would change the angle of it and move side to side. His muscular body was not going to wear out soon. It didn’t. His wife got home. She says, Oh Hi boys. I like seeing you fucking him. Then she kisses Tom while he is fucking me. Lisa says, Wow, he has a cock. Tom slowed his pumping and said Honey Do you want to play with him? I started to get a little worried because I have never been with a woman. 

    Thankfully, Lisa said, No. They’ve your cock is all I want. I will watch Lisa set not too far away and pulled off her clothes and fingered herself talking dirty to Tom while he fucked her. Tom love that. Later after dinner, things got a bit odd. The doorbell rings. Tom’s brother and wife show up. The girls leave for a girls night out. Tom tells me his father wanted to see what it was like with a guy. His wife said sure. Oh, crap to huge Cox. Both guys were sexy rednecks. They had me suck them. They shot me and it was fantastic. They took turns fucking my s they tried to see who could do it the best. It was fun because the brother was huge. He had a beard and was very mean looking. He was not fat but had enormous proportions. I remember feeling so small when he was on top of me. The next day they took me to my fixed car. I drove a bit sore towards San Diego. Traveling I had another straight encounter with a man and a woman. I was driving West and a newer Mercedes pulled up beside me. 

    I looked over and a guy was driving and a woman in the passenger front seat. He had her skirt pulled up, fingering her. She was not wearing any panties. She was rubbing herself and seemed to be enjoying me watching them. Usually when this happens, the vehicle will then just take off and you never see them again. This time was different. When I looked this time, he was completely naked. Playing with himself. They did this for almost 10 miles. I was playing with myself through my clothes the whole time. Then all of a sudden he waved me to follow them into an approaching rest. Stop. I was not sure if that was a good idea but finally decided to see what might happen next. I got out of my car and went into the men’s restroom. I noticed that he had gone into one of the stalls. It was just the two of us in the restroom. So I went into the one next to him after being in there for a few minutes. He asked me if I liked what he was doing to his wife while he was driving. I said, Yes, he asked if I would like fuck her. I quickly said no, I am gay, but I would not mind watching. 

    He said, Okay, after I fuck her. I want you to Suck my cock and taste her pussy and my come on my dick. After not answering him quickly, he opened the bathroom stall door, standing in front of me and pulled out a sexy, long cock. I was so shocked. I did not move. He says, Follow us to the motel, down the road. And after we get into the room, knock on the door. We are all in the room. This was the first time I spoke to his wife. She was lovely and 10 with brown long hair looked like she was in Sports Illustrated magazine as a model. She was very nice and her husband had gotten in the shower while we were talking. She made me feel relaxed and explained. She knew I was fat. Her fantasy about a boy sucking us off her husband’s dig. And that was all she told him she wanted. Then she said, I want to see him dominate you and fuck you hard as I watch him. However, he probably won’t want to do that. So I will have to try and make him. He came out of the shower towel around his waist and his body was awesome and had a few very attractive tattoos. I saw his cock hanging down. It was almost to the bottom of the towel. 

    She looked at me as I watched him come out of the shower with a big smile and said, See honey, you have two pitches to play with. He was so sexy and looked me in the eyes. I could tell he was thinking about what she had said. She went over to him, pulled off his towel and started playing with him. Looking back at me. She says please show my friend how much of a man you are. Feed him your huge cock. I got in front of him next to his wife. We both sucked on him. She said, See, your boy is better at sucking you than me. He groaned and sent Fuck Yeah, honey, you’re right. I stopped sucking and offered his dog back to his wife. I did not want to be pushing. She kissed it and then grabbed my head to help suck him for a long time until he came into my mouth. He told me during sex. She told him she wanted to see him fuck me. He also explained that he would probably be kind of rough with me and might say some fucked up things too. But he promised not to hurt me. We all got into bed, him and her next to each other and me at the foot facing them. He began to tell me things to do. Like rub his entire back, etc. I enjoyed that. To tell the truth. sucking in playing went on for a while. 

    Then he said, boy, get on all fours in front of us. They both played with my blood. I was not saying much. He seemed to be okay with things. I figured out what to say. Thank you both for including me. I find this very cool. The only straight man who ever fuck me was a biker with a huge dick about like yours. He seemed to stir a bit. His wife smiles. She knew what I was going to do. I continue my story about the sexy biker. And how strong he was. He was good, strong and holding me down. I felt helpless. He was hot now. He wanted to prove he was more of a man than a biker. His wife was thrilled. Rooting him on as he fucked me the best he could. He flipped every which way and came several times. His wife watched while he fucked me. The next morning we played around again and chatted. He said I am not a guy who would look for a man at all. My fantasy was filled and you were the right kind of boy to kiss me. 

    That made me feel good. On my first day in San Diego, I went to see a navy battleship pull into and sailors disembark the pier. I remember that there were families and girlfriends, plus a few hookers over the place. It was kind of exciting seeing the mammoth ship, dock, the men streaming off the ship and you could smell those guys in one place. It was a very attractive thing to watch to those men very happy and excited many be having sex after a long dry spell as soon as possible. I see one guy, his flat top brown hair, gray color eyes. The square job was stunning. I noticed he was watching and looking for somebody. His dick was just bulging in his sexy military outfit. There was a payphone near. He walked it. I could hear him calling his girl. He seemed to get very upset and slam the phone down. He sat down on the ground and looked like a beat puppy. Did I say trouble? He looked up at the pain in his eyes. He said, bitches, man, I called home and some guy answered the phone. Then he put my girl on. She left me for another sailor. After four years. Then he said, you know where I can get a drink fast around here. I took him to a straight bar a few blocks away. 

    I was going to leave and not go in. But he grabbed me and said he wanted me to hang out with him. Oh my god. Those Navy guys can drink. He noticed that I would whisper to a girl. afterward. They talked a lot to me. He asked me about this as we were stumbling down the street. We had no clue where we were walking to. What do you whisper? What do you say to them? I didn’t want to tell him but he pressed the issue. So I do not lie. I told him, sweetheart, you’re lovely. But I am gay. He stopped. I was ready to run away. He said No shit. You’re gay? No way You didn’t show at all. My reply was I may be gay. But I am not an asshole. You just had your heart broken and don’t need some guy all over you. He looked at my eyes, smiled and said, thanks for hanging with me. We staggered around a while van finally figured it out. We had no idea where we were going. He needed to get a hotel and not stay with his girls anymore. I had suggested he used the one close to the park and up here. It was just past my house. So as we got near my house, he said, I got to piss. Let’s go to your place in my apartment. I can hear him in the bathroom peeing. It sounded like water running through a garden hose. He came out and said Do you have an empty guest room? I told him yes. My roommate was a porn star and moved out to do a movie in LA. He suggested that rather than a hotel. He paid me. I thought about it. A hot guy and a few dollars. Why not? That day. We crashed early in the morning. 

    He was making coffee and a small breakfast. I smelled it as I woke up. I was about ready to get out of bed and he came into my room with breakfast. He even had picked a flower from my yard and put it on the tray. He sent the tray on the bed. He placed the napkin on my lap saying, Man, I don’t know what I would have done if you had not been there. I was going to marry her and he pulled out a ring from his pocket and showed me I felt my heart sank. He was sexy, nice and loved her. What a stupid bitch. I thought we ate my breakfast together. It was kind of hot eating off the same plate together in my bed. We finished and I popped into the shower. I was hungover. As I said those sailors can drink. I was enjoying my shower, just letting the water run over me with my head under the water. I did not hear Him come into the room. I pulled my head out from underneath the water. I can see through the shower door his shadow. I just assumed he needed to pee. However, that was not the case. I turned off the water and the steam began to filter away. I noticed that he didn’t have any clothes and then he was stroking what I can describe as a beautiful piece of man’s meat. Before I could come out through the shower door. He jumped in close to the door with me standing right in front of him. He told me as he was caressing me when you told me you were gay. I had no idea but since then I have been thinking about it. I don’t want a woman right now but have not had sex in six months. I felt it was not a good idea. But no way I could say no with the sailor horny naked in my shower. 

    This man had never been with a guy. It was easy to tell He continued to hold in the shower. I slipped down my knees and put his cock in my mouth. He moaned with pleasure. His balls were swollen, all full of unspent come. he grunted hard and came very fast that first time. He was very happy. We never left my apartment until he had to report back to the Navy. We fucked all over my apartment for days. It was awesome. He treated me like a girlfriend. He never sucked me but he could not have me suck him enough and he shoved his huge sailor cocking me three or four times a day. On top of countless blowjobs as I said, we just had sex for days. Food delivery was the only time we stopped when it was time to leave. He said I never dreamed I would feel like this but I will miss you and I want to see you when I come back. Then he went back to his ship. It’s been months. Since then, I heard a knock at my door. And as I opened it, my heart leapt out of my chest. The man came back. He looks so sexy standing there with his duffel bag and uniform on. I quickly asked him in. We talked for hours and hours. He shared his life with me and I shared the last month with him. He lost my address in number but wanted contact the whole time he was gone. I was not believing him to be honest, but figured he wanted to get a blowjob and was sweet talking me next. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. And he asked if he could rent my guest room for a few days. I said sure. 

    Then quickly called My roommate who had been filming in LA and was supposed to come back home tomorrow. I had to tell him as you know that sailor I meet before he’s here and once in your room a few days my roommate interrupted me and said fucking lucky bitch. You got it. I will stay with my friends for a day or two till he leaves no problem. Have fun. The sex was awesome. It was as if he had not left and restarted where we left off. After a few times feeling this daddy stud sailors body fucking me. We curled up in bed in his arms and I fell asleep. I hear him reach for the phone and call a buddy of his. I pretend to still be asleep. As he was talking on the phone stroked my hair and I heard him tell me, buddy, he let me stay in and was not mad. I lost his number. His buddy replied great. It was hard to hear but also heard him say did you tell him how much you thought about him? They only chatted a few more minutes but I also heard my sailor say to his buddy, I want you and your girl to keep tomorrow night open. I want to take us all out for dinner. We woke up took a shower and fuck then took another to clean up but fucked again. lol needless to say he was a dud. He told me at dinner that he wanted me to meet his navy buddy and girl for dinner. I agreed. Dinner was awesome. We talked while drinking. His guy was evaluating me and checking me out not for sex. But to see what kind of guy I was. I found out that he was super upset about losing my number. 

    Also, he told his buddy everything about us. His body was straight. But he and his girl were cool. The night was ending and we all went to my place. Here it gets a bit different but cool. The two sailors and Diana girl are just chilling. And the buddy says he talked about how you sucked his dick and I want you to show my girl how you do that. We will watch you if that’s okay. I sent your so the cocksucking lesson started. At first. I was just doing my sailor. It was not long, and she wanted to try the things I was teaching. So his buddy caulk popped out. I do not touch him, but guide her and she got good at it. The guys both came to mind her. It was sexy watching her but honestly, my sailor was more than enough man for me. They left leaving my sailor and me alone. We had sex all the time till he had to go but we kept in touch and only had one more time together. He eventually went back straight and got married. To this day. We still chat on the phone every few years and his wife knows all about our past.

  • Welcum to the Neighborhood

    Inspired by actual experiences

    Master SunnyBeachBod invited two guys who lived close by to join us. They happened to arrive at the same time. 

    The first guy swaggered into the room alone, though. I could hear someone still in the front of the house. It sounded like he was on his phone. I would meet him soon enough. 

    In the meantime, this guy stood about 5’10 and appeared to be in his mid-40s. He had a hot dad bod. His legs, arms, chest, back, and shoulders were muscular. His stomach was firm but slightly rounded, so it protruded as far out as his pecs did. He had a firm bubble butt that I confess left me feeling jealous. I wished mine were as round and perky as his. His wavy black hair was longer than shoulder length, and when he peeled his well fitting shirt from his torso, a series of tribal-looking tattoos covered his brown shoulders, chest, and back. He told me to call him Master Anitelu. I complimented his ink, “This work is beautiful and intricate. I have never seen anything quite like it.” 

    “No, you have not, boi. I grew up on Tonga.”

    “It is my privilege to meet you, Sir.”

    “Yes, boi, it is a privilege for you to meet me.” He pointed at Master SunnyBeachBod, snapped his fingers, and pointed at the floor in front of him.  

    Master SunnyBeachBod knelt before him and began to suck his cock. I wanted to do that, so I watched hungrily. Master Anitelu watched me growing hungrier. As his cock hardened and thickened, he patted SunnyBeachBod on the head, and then, he stood him up and pushed him back onto the bed. He told me to lay on facedown on SunnyBeachBod. I obeyed. Facing Master SunnyBeachBod, I wondered what was next. 

    I felt Master SunnyBeachBod’s hands spread my cheeks. Master Anitelu kicked my feet apart and stood between them. I felt his cock smearing precum on my pussy, and then, I felt his cock penetrating and stretching my pussy. Master SunnyBeachBod looked delighted as my eyes widened. He spoke low and directly to me. 

    “He will not back up or pull out, so you need to breath,” he said and then deliberately exhaled and inhaled, exhaled and inhaled. I followed his lead. Each time I inhaled, I felt Master Anitelu stretching me deeper. When I exhaled, he paused to grind. When I inhaled again, he went deeper, and so on. 

    The stretch his cock inflicted was tantalizing. I don’t know why, but I wanted more. When he finally was balls deep. I cried out. The sound was a shout, grunt, and growl all in one. It was animalistic. 

    Master SunnyBeachBod smiled at me. “Good boi!” He looked past me toward Master Salazar and boasted, “The training is holding. He’s taking it like a champ.” 

    “We’ll see when Jamal finally gets off his damned phone and comes back here.” 

    Master SunnyBeachBod tapped the side of my head, “Hey, hey, boi, eyes on me. Open deep for him and it will feel amazing.”

    I looked into MasterSunnyBeachBod’s eyes and nodded to acknowledge that I heard him. He continued coaching me how to take this cock, “Relax. Open. Give yourself over to him.”

    Then, I felt cool lube on my ass. Master Anitelu’s cock was sliding back into my pussy. 

    “I love a new pussy to fuck. So tight,” Master Anitelu remarked to Master Salazar. “Something so raw and fun about breaking in a new pussy.” 

    I heard a Jamal’s voice from the hallway, “Did someone say we are breaking in a new pussy?” 

    Master Salazar replied, “Hey Jamal.” 

    My eyes were obediently focused on Master SunnyBeachBod, so I could not see this new man as he entered the room. 

    Master Salazar continued, “Yes. We have fresh meat courtesy of our beach boi tonight.”

    “Oh really?” Jamal replied. “Well, Anitelu, you greedy son of a bitch. You have both pussies at once?!”

    I felt Master Anitelu pull out of me and reposition. Then I saw Master SunnyBeachBod’s eyes widen and flutter. Master Anitelu had penetrated him, and I was laying on top of him. 

    “I wanted to do a side by side comparison, bruh!” Master Anitelu retorted. Then, I heard the familiar sound of the lube dispensing and saw Master SunnyBeachBod’s face surrender to bliss. The pumping sound was impressive. I was being bounced around on top of him. His hands gripped my ass as he began to beg Master Anitelu to breed him. 

    Master Anitelu stopped abruptly. I saw disappointment darken SunnyBeachBod’s face. Then, I felt the wet slick cock drive into me. Master Anitelu had pulled out of SunnyBeachBod and shoved his cock into me. After a few thrusts, he switched back to SunnyBeachBod. Then, back to me. He switched back and forth between us for a while. Finally, grunting and pounding SunnyBeachBod’s ass, he pulled out and slammed into me without missing a beat. Our holes were interchangeable to him. He drilled me with several fast, hard, and deep thrusts and bellowed as he unleashed his load. 

    I squeezed his cock as he pulled out—at least, as best I could. My pussy was wearing out, so I couldn’t really squeeze firmly anymore. I felt hands on my hips and then my body was being flipped over, rolled off of SunnyBeachBod. 

    Master Jamal wasted no time. I had barely landed on my back when he drove his cock into me. “Open” he growled. 

    “Aye Sir” I whimpered. His cock went deeper than any other tonight. His bare cock was in my ass, so my programming compelled me to obey him. I felt him drill deeper and deeper until finally his balls pressed against me. He ground his hips for a moment. 

    “Good bitch. My load is going to be deeper than any of theirs. It’ll be the load you crave the most from now on.”

    My eyes were locked on him as he began to thrust. I realized that Master Salazar had mounted SunnyBeachBod beside me on the bed, but I could not take my eyes from the man using me now. 

    Master Jamal was massive. He had to stand at least 6’5”, and he probably played football when he was younger. He looked like a wall. His muscles were less defined than SunnyBeachBod’s and Master Salazar’s, but he still had muscles, and he used their power to fuck me. His scalp was smooth and shiny. Sweat was beginning to shine from his smooth ebony skin. By this point, though, he was slamming into me full strength, driving me up onto bed so he could more easily fuck me. His deep black eyes seemed to beckon to me into his sway. I understood he wanted me to push against the bed when he drove his cock into me. With that push, he had his knees on the edge of the bed. A few more hard drives and my head and shoulders were off the opposite side. Roughly, he turned me, narrowly missing MasterSunnyBod’s head as he was still on the bed with his ass just over the edge. 

    Master Jamal forcefully drove his cock into me a few more times, and my body collapsed under the pounding. My hole and my legs were exhausted. My whole body wanted more, but it was worn out. He pulled out, “Yeah! I knew your tight ass couldn’t take my cock.” 

    He flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my hips into the air. I tried to raise my shoulders, so I would be on all fours, but my arms were too spent. Under the force of his thrusts, my shoulders and face dropped to the mattress, and I felt Master Jamal’s hand on the side of my head, pinning me down. His cock drilled into my pussy. With each thrust, my knees slipped a little farther apart. I tried to hold them in place, and I succeeded for a few minutes, but I could not keep up. My knees slipped, and he yanked his cock out of my ass, grabbed my hips, lifted, and put my knees where he wanted them to give him the angle he wanted for fucking me. 

    “Stay,” he commanded. Then, he resumed his drilling of my hole. Somehow, I managed to find the strength and energy to obey. For a few minutes, I did anyway. Then, when my knees started slipping apart again, he pulled out and planted one of his feet on the outer edge of each of my knees to hold them where he wanted them. He hunkered down over me, lined up his cock with my pussy, and dove into me. As he fucked me in this position, he hit my prostate with fierce intensity. My body wanted so desperately to cum, but I couldn’t hold myself up much less muster strength for an orgasm. He could sense what he was doing to me. 

    “Yeah, pussy, you want to cum but my cock won’t let you, will it?” he asked boastfully. I tried to answer but had no voice left. A faint whine, not even a whimper, came from my throat. Without slowing down or letting up, he chuckled. 

    I could hear SunnyBeachBod’s grunt and groans as Master Salazar fucked him. I could tell both were close, and then, SunnyBeachBod yelled. I recognized that roar and knew he was cumming. Master Jamal pulled out of me for a moment. I took the chance to catch my breath He did not move his feet, so my knees were still pinned between them. I felt him slip three fingers into my hole and then something slippery pouring down them. I managed to lift my head and look back. He was gathering SunnyBeachBod’s cum from his body and using it as lube in my hole. He stuck his fingers in my mouth, and I sucked them clean. Then, he mounted me again. 

    I don’t know how long he fucked me or in how many positions. When he finally announced that he was going to mark my ass as his territory, I knew my ass was wrecked beyond repair. His whole body shuddered as soon as he drove his cock balls deep and held it there. When the shuddering subsided, he shook his head vigorously, patted my face, slapped my ass, and pulled out. He made SunnyBeachBod suck his cock clean and then lick my pussy clean. 

    Master Salazar said he had to go because he had an early meeting the next morning. Masters Anitelu and Jamal left too saying something about getting back to their wives. Master SunnyBeachBod saw them out and then came back to the bed. 

    “Good boi! You pleased them.” 

    “Thank you, Sir. My pussy feels so…”

    “Used?”

    “No, well, yes, but I was going to say full. It feels so full.” 

    “And used and loose.”

    “Yes Sir. That too!” I laughed.

    Smugly, he grinned at me, “I told you my seed would take root. It has turned your tight fuckhole into a slutty cumdump.” 

    “I think you might be right, Sir.” I panted. After a pause in conversation for me to catch my breath, I realized something. “Sir, your words become my thoughts.”

    “What’s that, boi?”

    “Your words become my thoughts. Your seed was in me before theirs. You had already taken root. So, their loads feed your seed, right Sir?”

    As I rested on my back, he slid on top of me and slipped his hardening cock into my wrecked pussy. “Good boi!” 

    I smiled. Then, he turned my head to the side and pressed his hand against the side of my head. His other hand pressed into my chest, and he pushed up. Pinning me under him, he began to thrust, and I heard him speak, “my words become your thoughts…” 

    I don’t remember the rest of that night. I woke in my own bed the next day. 

    Grand Master Salazar was true to his word. He came to my house every day for the next week to breed me. One weekend afternoon, he took me to a wooded area beside a popular lake. He bent me over a tree and bred me while boaters, skiers, and kayakers, oblivious to what was happening inside the tree line, passed a few yards away from us. Early one morning, he put a hood over my head and drove me out of the neighborhood to someone’s house. Though hooded, I could hear three other guys in the room. He bred me, and two of the others also bred me. The third wore a condom to fuck me. Then, Grand Master Salazar bred me again and drove me home. 

    Master SunnyBeachBod let me work out with him sometimes, and he would breed me in the showers afterward. We had to be quiet. Sometimes, he invited other guys there to breed him while he fucked me or while I sucked him. Once, when he needed to go to out of town overnight for work, he concocted a reason for me to travel with him. While he drove, I gave him road head. I sucked his cock for almost four hours. He refused to come in my mouth, so once we checked into our room at the hotel, he wasted no time mounting and breeding me. 

    Every day for the next year, at least one of these four men from the neighborhood bred me. Most days, I served just one of them. Occasionally, I would serve two of them. Rarely did I get to serve all of them. They definitely kept me full of cum. Slowly, then, their jobs or their spouses’ jobs transferred them to other places. Eventually, I alone was left in our neighborhood.

    Several years have passed. I have hooked up with some guys I met on apps or with friends of those guys. Most gladly fucked me bareback. Some insisted on wearing a condom. A few refused to fuck me at all when they found out that I barebacked. All of them had cocks and balls bigger than mine, and most of them fucked me really well. But to this day, I have a constant craving for Master SunnyBeachBod. I still wonder what instructions he inserted into my programming that night after Masters Salazar, Anitelu, and Jamal left his place. Whatever he embedded in my programming, I know this: no one fucked me—body and mind—like Master SunnyBeachBod did, so his seed took root deep and controls me to this day. 


    Thanks for reading my first story, Sirs. Your feedback is welcome in comments below or at [email protected].

  • A chance meeting becomes a long term romance

    That night I was restless as I thought and recalled the previous days happenings the Thought of Nenu Aka Charles, my taxi driver for the next few weeks and what had happened as he stripped to his footy shorts for the journey back. the thought of his groin and the yellow semi transparent briefs. His treasure trail disappearing in the waistband of his skants. My thoughts were crudely interrupted by the sound of my alarm! I got up showered and dressed in my suit and awaited Nenu s arrival. As it was still quite warm and humid I decided to carry my jacket and briefcase in which I had prepared some sheets for the next forum.. The sound of a toot of a horn alerted me to the taxi s arrival. 

    I made my way to the awaiting car and Nenu opened the passenger door next to him. I threw tmy briefcase and jacket on to the rear seat. and climbed in. Nenu bid me a cheery “Good morning” and I the same and I looked at the dark handsome guy next to me. I had not really noticed him the first morning as I had sat behind him so my view was primarily of a face reflected in the mirror. Nerves – after the sight of him changing into shorts on the return had kept me talking but looking out of the window. Nenu was I thought drop dead gorgeous with black curly hair a tanned skin and china blue eyes, he had a small dark moustache, He saw me looking at him and immediately apologized for his stubble, saying his one razor blade had broken so he had only partly shaved and would after dropping me, call for some new ones. 

    The Journey passed quickly and we chatted easily, he was a really likeable guy and therefore conversation came easily as he drove. He was telling me about his family and was one of these people who are so descriptive I easily drew my own visions of his brothers and sisters who lived on Malta. His Mamma sounded like she wore the trousers in the family!, Constantly chiding him for not attending Church regularly, as like a lot of Maltese regular RC church goers. We arrived at the Hub far too quickly it seemed and he assured me he would be waiting at the Cafe as before on the station. I thanked him and he left. The day passed as before with my pupils relishing the tasks I had set them and it was soon lunch time. 

    After lunch the first session was taken by a Guest speaker from the Finance dept, Susan, talking and sorting out their travel passes and reimbursing their expenses as the travelled to the hub from all over the local area. So I made my apologies and said I would return in about an hour s time. I making my way to the Station Cafe for a coffee to pass the time. I entered the Cafe which was crowded with many travellers. many with bags and suitcases. I could not see an available seat so went to the counter to order a coffee. Just then an announcement came over that the London train was approaching the platform and the melee arose and left leaving the Cafe almost empty. I turned from the counter carrying my coffee and was surprised to see a familiar face sat at the table near the door leading to the platform where the crowd of travellers had exited. I walked over and said “Nenu! fancy seeing you here.!”, he smiled and moved a chair for me to sit next to him, explaining he had deposited one of the London crowd, and taken the opportunity to grab some lunch. He asked me how the session was going and I told him well, and explaining why I was grabbing a coffee during the Finance chat. 

    He smiled and I felt a twitch in my groin, he had film star looks, like someone out of the Spaghetti westerns that were so popular at the time. He ran his hand over his chin saying he had managed to shave in the station toilets, having got a new blade after dropping me. We both laughed and out of the blue as we did his hand fell on my leg mid thigh. He quickly withdrew it and apologized, “No need! ” I said and he smiled, and patted my thigh twice. I took it as a sort of Latino gesture, I had holidayed in both Italy and Spain fairly recently and found both had young men who were quite touchy feely with various gestures, Hand on shoulder or around you, pat on back etc which we English are not as used to. 

    We chatted till it was time to return to my Class and said our goodbyes. I returned to my class awaiting impatiently my departure and the ride back with my attractive Driver, The time arrived and as arranged I made my way to the station cafe. Nenu was already waiting with a coffee for me, as he d seen me crossing the car park. We drank it and both remarked that it was still very humid and I thought was threating a storm. We made our way to the Cab and once again as the Car park was deserted, Nenu again reached in the back for his shorts and tossed another pair to me. I gave him a puzzled look and he explained he thought I would like to get comfy for the return rather than sit in a suit. I thanked him and the two of us. making sure no one was around, we stripped and threw our things in the back I was in my white nylon adam briefs and Nenu this time in some black nylon skants, which again showed a lovely outline of his cock. 

    I could feel mine starting to grow at the sight, so quickly tried to cover it, anyone remembers the adam briefs in nylon would remember they didnt cover much and certainly not a semi erection. I slipped on the shorts and found they were a tight fit which did nothing to hide my semi!. I could see Nenu either had a good endowment or was also slightly erect. we laughed and chatted as we climbed in the cab, me saying the shorts were very tight around my bum. He said “Youve a lovely Bum -you should show it off.!” I laughed off the remark and we set off, I couldnt help but notice Nenu s crotch in the white shorts, his member was clearly lying to the side and seemed to have not reduced in size. 

    The view was getting me aroused in mine, and being cut I was worried I might start to leak as the Nylon of my pants and the shorts would show a damp spot. I tried to avert my eyes and we continued up the A34, we had just reached near the top of Yarlet Bank where there is a layby, when Nenu swerved the car sharply to the left into the layby. “What s up!” I said. I think weve blown a tyre! said Nenu as he got out of the car and walked around the car and nodded by the back passenger wheel. I got out and sure as hell it was flat as a pancake!. Fortunately Nenu was not keen on Motorways and we were in no rush, He went to the boot and opened it and got out a small bag of tools and a jack and proceeded to use the jack to raise the rear of the car. It was one of the jacks where you turn an L shaped screw device. 

    I reached out of the boot the wheel hub remover. or at least that s what I called it! I came back to see Nenu kneeling on one of the car mats, in just his shorts, I passed the tool to him and he proceeded to loosen the wheel nuts. I was treated to a view of a semi naked body of wonderful proportions, For his height he had a broad back covered in a mass of black hair which at his waist as he bent over I could see the crack of his bum as his shorts and pants had slipped a fair way down. I could feel me getting aroused and tried to turn away , but this was stopped by him passing me the wheel nuts in turn as he removed them. 

    His head was level with my now straining bulge in the tight shorts and I was convinced I would soon be leaking precum through. He deftly removed the flat tyre and swopped it for the spare. His Shorts were now a good way down and the view through his white skants which were half way down his bum showed al lovely hairy crack. He asked for the nuts in turn and secured them partly tight. He then got down to lower the jack, asking me to remove it as soon as the spare hit the ground. I bent down to retrieve the jack, only to hear an almighty rip. as I pulled out the jack. I stood up quickly – only for the shorts to fall to the floor leaving me in just briefs – the shorts had spilt from waist to crotch and lay at my feet”. 

    Nenu paused from tightening the nuts, in screams of hysterical laughter, at my predicament and I could tell by his look my briefs were wet and when nylon is wet it becomes see-through, Nenu thought it hilarious! and couldnt stop laughing as he tightened the nuts and finally I was able to slide in the seat out of view of anyone driving past. Nenu had retrieved the useless shorts and deposited them in the waste bin on the layby. He jumped in beside me and I couldnt believe as I looked over he was in just his skants as hed got grease on is and didnt want to get it all over the taxi seats. I noticed that he was quite hard and a lovely uncut suntanned cock was clearly visible through the nylon. I started to get hard too and my cock was clearly visibly erect and leaking.

     “Very nice!” said Nenu and patted my thigh, his was rising in agreement, I think we d better do something before we drive off he said as we are both quite aroused that s obvious, It was now about 8 30 as the wheel change had taken a while and the sun was now going down. Nenu leaned over put his arm around me, and pulled me to him and kissed me gently on the lips, I wrapped my arms around him and our kiss got more passionate I felt his tongue go between my lips as it explored my mouth and my arms slid over his hairy back and down to his bum, I caressed it over his pants and he did the same to me. 

    Both our pants were damp as our bulges touched, we kissed passionately as we embraced and our hands slipped inside each others pants pushing them down and exposing our bums to each others caress! “God! your wonderful!” I said to him “So are you!” he retorted. We embraced for ages and then I felt a tongue along my shaft and a mouth swallowed my bell end licking the precum from it as it went, his tongue penetrating my piss slit to savour every drop, I moaned in approval and then he started to gobble its length in a rhythmatic pulse deeper and deeper on my shaft – I was near coming I was so aroused I started to shake and Nenu said give it to me and I let go I heard him gulp and gasp as he swallowed every bit and then he pulled off and moaned loudly saying he d cum too I grabbed his cock to feel the cream pulsing out of it and running down his shaft. We both sat perfectly still and holding each other tight. Wow I said that was wonderful!! 

    (to be continued)

  • My Baseball Buddy

    ***Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe “inspired by a true story.” Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details have been tweaked to protect the “innocent.” ***


    The funny thing was that just as Nate and I were finally coming to terms with our situation… everything changed.

    Typical.

    The first change came at us fast and furious… our near-sacred baseball screenings quickly evaporated. As the final countdown to the playoffs got started, all kinds of fair-weather fans came out of the woodwork and wanted to be part of the action.

    Including, alas, our wives.

    I’m hoping that when my wife announced she and Nate’s wife wanted to join us to watch the games, and wanted make some nice hors d’oeuvres and bring a bottle of wine to share while we did so, I reacted with grace and poise instead of making a face of unbridled horror.

    Worse was the playoffs themselves. Nate decided to host a viewing party–his downstairs TV room was large enough, and posh enough, for just such an occasion. I slapped a smile on my face and was a magnanimous guest… although at one point, I did whisper to Nate that whatever he used to clean the downstairs couch, I hoped it was strong.

    He punched my arm.

    The playoff games were an utter disaster. Our boys crashed and burned, getting knocked out in straight games. Worse, they looked like they were playing T-ball in a Hollywood film about hapless, lovable losers.

    Fucking Yankees.

    Fast on the heels of that debacle, Nate got a great opportunity at work that sucked up nearly all his free time. As the new guy, he had been itching to make a name for himself; the company decided to give him a chance with a project that would take everything he had for about six months, and still keep him tied up after that. Nate was flush with excitement at the opportunity and I very vocally cheered him on, even knowing what it would do to our chances of getting together. At first, we were able to still sneak in a couple of small-scale get-togethers where I, um… “pumped him up,” but those quickies on the side weren’t the same as those magical fuckathons during that first weekend of discovery.

    I have to say… all that combined bullshit, going down at all the same time, kinda knocked the wind out of my sails. It fucking sucked. Ironic, being that I had been seriously thinking of trying to break things off with Nate to avoid getting too attached. Not a chance of that anymore.

    Damn.

    I really, really, really missed the life-changing sex we had. But more than that, I… I… missed my buddy. Well, “missed” doesn’t seem to capture the full range of feelings. I couldn’t really put it into words.

    Looking back, that crazy-ass weekend we spent exploring together had really did a number on me. It was something I couldn’t shake… or seem to move forward from.

    At the same time, I intellectually realized that Nate missed me, too. During the first couple weeks on his new project, he reached out often, saying he was thinking about me, and trying to schedule time together, even if the timing never quite worked out. But as the project advanced, even those messages fell by the wayside. I was happy for him, but… well, it sucks being the one left behind when someone else starts an adventure.

    Fall turned to winter. At the start of December, my wife and I hosted a massive open house to kick off the holidays. Nate and Shannon showed up and were their wonderful selves. Nate tried to talk to me, but as I was the host, there was always something else that needed my attention. Only when they were starting to leave did he finally corner me away from the rest of the hubbub. Nate quietly held up a sprig of holly he had grabbed from one of our decorations and said, “Will, bud, I don’t think we can meet under the official mistletoe, but I brought this as a hopeful alternative.” He looked around conspiratorially, held it over his head, then turned to me with puppy-dog eyes. I laughed, leaned forward, and shared an all-too-brief kiss.

    “Thanks bud. Merry Christmas.”

    “Happy New Year.”

    The next couple months were more of the same, as Nate’s big project drew closer to completion. I gathered from the few hasty messages he shot me that stress was eating him alive, and I responded by doing what I could to keep his spirits up. At one point, we got a nasty snowstorm, and as I finished up snowblowing our driveway, I made it point to do his, too. Just trying to look out for the guy. Strangely, I didn’t hear from him. Not that I expected to, or really needed to… but it was just one more sucky reminder of the distance that had crept between us.

    It kinda tore my heart out. Nate was legitimately busy, and hell… we both had other commitments, but…

    For good or for bad, the enforced radio silence gave me ample (way too much) time to think about what I wanted from him. From us. From our wives, our lives… everything. Some things clarified, but a lot of my feelings just had to be put on a shelf. Fuck all these… complications.

    Of course, the kicker was that even my wife noticed me moping about and asked if anything had happened between Nate and I. I gave kinda a wishy-washy answer and she responded, “Oh, quit being such a man about it! Guys are allowed to reach out to their friends, too! Just talk to him… you know you’ll feel better.”

    That, maybe not surprisingly, really got to me. I mean, she had no fucking idea about us, but here she was pushing for us to spend more time together. She instinctively knew Nate was important to me, and that his absence was weighing on me. Great. Way to make me feel like a real piece of crap. Again, I had to wonder if the fates were just playing with us, or worse, were telling us we shouldn’t be together anyway.

    But the fates kept on working in mysterious ways. One particularly blustery late-winter evening, I got a message after dinner. Pretty low-key: “Hey, you around this eve?”

    Despite my self-pitying conviction we were never going to see each other, I snapped up to instant, full-body alertness. I typed out an affirmative reply so fast, I completely misspelled “Yes!”

    A minute or two later, he was at my back door. Despite the close distance between our houses, he was covered in wet snow. “Hey stranger,” I answered, trying to remain cool even though my voice was warbling like a teenage boy’s. “This is a surprise, what’s up?”

    “Hey man!” Nick enthused. Shit. His baritone voice was warm and smokey, like fine scotch. I think I was getting butterflies. “It’s nasty out here. Can I come in? Seriously, this a bad time for you?”

    “No, no, it’s all good.” I gestured toward the living room, continuing, “The wife’s watching TV, and I’m just wasting time online.”

    “Cool.” He bushed by me and started to stamp the snow off his shoes. Taking… a loooong time to stamp his shoes. Staring at them the whole time. Finally he looked up at me. “Cool. I… … … Look, I just thought… … … I mean… … … …”

    His completely out-of-character pauses were starting to make we worried. “Dude, are you okay?”

    Nate breathed out, hard. Almost a laugh. “Shit. Sorry. Something else to apologize for. So… I… I wanted to say… I’m really sorry. I’ve been a shit friend these last few months. Life has been out of control, and… Look, I feel bad.” He looked over toward the family room and its blaring TV. Satisfied that she couldn’t hear us, he continued in a low voice. “We really were coming to an understanding, and I was all pushing you… to… accept things, and then I essentially went AWOL as soon as you… actually started accepting them. I’m so sorry. I swear to God, Will, this wasn’t just some massive mind-fuck. So, I wanted to tell you I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole. For a while now. But it dawned on me that we’ve been so out of touch, the silence itself has become part of the problem, and it was even harder to apologize. It’s a mess. And… it’s all been my fault. I’m sorry, bud. Really sorry.”

    I took a deep breath. Hearing his voice… really got to me. And hearing my brash corporate would-be-titan almost… grovel did a helluva lot to wash away the anxieties I had over the past few months.

    “Thanks, man… I appreciate it. But to be fair, to totally warned me that this was your first big test and you’d be off the grid. Don’t worry about it. Things still crazy?”

    There was a pause. When he resumed, Nate’s voice was a lot quieter, but audibly brighter. 

    “Thanks, Will. You… you’re fucking amazing.” A longer pause. “But yeah, still crazy, but I’m happy to report I’m in the final stretch. For this phase anyway. There’s still a shit-ton of details, but it’s moving into the phase where it’s the firm’s business, and less my personal business. They’ve been really happy. Really happy with how things have gone. In fact, with their support I’m going to be taking Shannon on a big trip to Costa Rica in a couple of weeks. It’s a chance to show her my (and the company’s) appreciation, and we’re looking forward to reconnecting. It’s been hard on her, too.”

    “Holy shit, man, that’s fantastic! I’m really happy for you.” I was really happy for him. But at the same time, I was feeling about 25 other emotions and many of them weren’t quite as generous.

    There was a long pause. Nate kinda… chuckled. Another pause. Nate was… working something over in his mind, and I gave him some space. “Will, I was thinking of something else. Something that… Well, I wasn’t sure if I’d fucked things up so badly I wouldn’t even get to float this by you. But I was thinking… well, Shannon isn’t the only person I wanted to connect with.”

    There was a huge lump in my throat that I couldn’t quite get rid of…

    “I totally understand if it’s like, too weird and all… but we’re coming up on Spring Training soon. I don’t suppose, like if you have free time or something, if you might want to… you know… head to Florida with me for a weekend so we could…”

    “HOLY SHIT DUDE ARE WE GOING TO SPRING TRAINING??!!”

    Nate burst out laughing. “I take it that’s a ‘yes’?”

    “YES! This is fucking awesome! Especially since two minutes ago I was half afraid you were breaking up with me!”

    I could hear the wince in Nate’s voice. A whole-body wince. “Will, I am so, so, so sorry about everything. I’ve been a shit friend and pretty much threw you to the wolves. It was so unfair, especially after… everything.”

    “Nate, for the last time, we’re good. So, what’s your plan?”

    Nate was about to say something, but then he checked himself, then looked over to where the TV sounds were coming. And he had A Look come over his face. He walked closer to me. And leered.

    Before I realized what was happening, Nate had unzipped my fly, and was reaching into my jeans.

    “What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, looking toward the other room where the TV was still blaring. That said, I didn’t move to block him in any meaningful way.

    “First part of my plan. I’m starting reparations.”

    “Shit, man. You can’t… my wife…”

    Nate dropped to his knees. In a second, he had fished my cock out. “Your wife will certainly know something is up if you make any noise. So someone is gonna have to be real quiet.” He leaned into me, and ran his face around my cock, which had gotten rock hard. “Fuuuuuuck,” he whispered. “I forgot how fucking good you smell. Like sex.”

    “Duuuuude,” I murmured. My hands shaking.

    And like that, he fucking went after me. He took my head into his mouth, running his tongue around the rim and tickling the underside. I hissed out my excitement, and grabbed his shoulders. He continued to work my head, sucking in hard, and using his tongue like no one else could. Fucking teasing my piss slit. Tickling the underside. Rolling across the rim. I gave one last terrified glance towards the TV, and then leaned into it.

    Nate fucking sucked me. Sucked me like only a man could. Hard. Wet. Fast. Mouth-fucking me. I almost fell forward, my eyes rolled back into my sockets. I gave out a strangled sound. I had replayed Nate’s blowjobs in my mind a hundred times while jerking off, but no memory could possibly compare to the real thing.

    God, I had fucking missed this.

    Nate fucking worked me over, hard and fast. My knees slightly gave way, and I tightened my grip on his shoulders to keep from falling forward. So. Fucking. Good. My whole body was crackling with electricity.

    The TV continued to make its sounds. Nate continued to fucking suck me.

    I grabbed Nate’s head and started to face fuck him. Hard. I couldn’t care less if my wife walked in on us. I didn’t care if Nate fucking choked on my cock. I needed his fucking mouth. My head flew back in a squelched scream, and I fucking let him have it. Taking out all my frustrations with our prolonged separation. Needing the masculine aggression that only came from sex with a man.

    The fucking purity of man-on-man sex.

    And Nate was right there with me. His hand grabbed my ass through my jeans and massaged me roughly. He fucking went after my cock with a fucking hunger. God, no woman could ever match the intensity of a man blowing you. I fucking drilled him, slamming into him as hard as he slammed into me. Not caring about anything. Fucking him. Making him pay for all the time we were apart. And I could feel my balls starting to boil over. Needing release. I fucking pinned his head and fucking raped his mouth. Ramming my cock into his hungry throat. Again and again, and againandagainandagain…

    I bit down hard to keep from screaming, and fucking blasted about a hundred gallons of cum down his gullet. Nate had to swallow, and swallow hard. But there was too much cum for him. Finally, after an obscene gurgling sound, he pulled back and cum started pouring onto the floor. Nate coughed, and slammed his mouth back onto my cock, slurping down every last bit of cum he could.

    The TV chatter kept on going. Indifferent to the intensity of the moment Nate and I just had.

    “So, can I count you in for a spring training trip?”

    Over the next few weeks, we laid our plans with boisterous energy. I had to smile at the metaphoricalness of it all: spring was bringing a new start to everything, kicking off a new season with a clean slate, and endless possibilities. Plus, it was bringing a fucking trip to sunny Florida, which cannot be underestimated when you’re trapped in frigid northern climes.

    On the departure day, I kissed my wife and ran across the alley, as Shannon was set to drive us to the airport. Shannon smiled to greet me, and popped the back of the car for me to stow my gear. “Where’s Nate?” I asked.

    “Oh, the idiot can’t find his phone again. He’ll be here in a second… he was absolutely ripping apart the house trying to find it.”

    I chuckled, “Well, I think we’re both excited to get back to baseball!”

    “Oh, no doubt. But… well, I’m glad you two are able to take this trip together.” Shannon gave me a look… one that was benevolent, yet surprisingly… matrimonial. A look all wives instinctively make, especially when their husbands are being stupid. “I told him he should call you more often. He’d never say anything–men being men, I guess–but he’s really missed you.” My face remained blank. 

    She looked back over toward the house fondly, then looked back at me and smiled warmly before continuing. “I’m really glad he’s got you as a friend. A lot of the guys he works with are self-absorbed pricks. You’ve been good for him, helped keep him honest. Plus, you know Nate… he tries to hoist the world onto his shoulders, and never takes care of himself. I’m hoping that now that all the dust is finally settling, he can start to unclench. Hopefully you can help convince him there’s more to life than getting ahead!”

    “I’ll try!” I said hopefully, desperately masking a hurricane of emotions.

    The flight to Florida was a bit of a whirlwind. I have no idea what our fellow travelers thought about us… we were like two riled up teenagers, loud and excited. And horny as fuck, although we were fighting mightily to keep that from spilling into the public. Thankfully we both were keeping our shirt tails untucked, to better hide our pronounced bulges.

    Sexual tension ratcheted up to 11 as soon as we got off the plane and stepped into that warm, sultry air. We’d been trapped in the frigid north for so long, we started sweating like pigs the moment we were outside… especially as we had to stand in the car rental parking lot for nearly 45 minutes trying to figure out some fucking snafu on their part. God, his scent was absolutely killing me.

    By the time we got to the hotel, I was so horny I thought my eyes were gonna explode. I was rock hard and fucking seething to finally be with him. Furious at having to keep playing nice in public. Ready to punch someone in the throat if they delayed us with one goddamn second of small talk.

    The last obstacle was that perfectly fine, perfectly pleasant ASSHOLE BEHIND THE FRONT DESK JESUS MAN FOR FUCK’S SAKE JUST FUCKING GIVE US THE KEYS ALREADY YOU GODDAMN FUCK. I swear my hands were almost shaking as I nearly wrenched the key cards out of his hand–I think he finally finished his spiel explaining everything, but fuck it, it was fucking good enough. We started a speed-walk to the elevator that basically broke into a full-blown sprint. I was hard enough to lift weights with my dick.

    I must have pounded that fucking call button on the elevator like 45 times trying to get it there, bouncing my leg wildly. Just as the doors opened, a sweet little lady approached and asked us to hold the door. God help me, it took every, every ounce of civilized upbringing to not shout “FUCK NO!” and take off without her. But we let her in. That was the longest elevator ride of my entire fucking life. I can’t fucking imagine what it must have smelled like to her, trapped in a small metal box with two big, sweaty guys in full-blown rut for each other.

    We finally got to our suite and blasted the door open so hard it was like an asteroid smashed into it. I don’t know where the luggage ended up, and fucking didn’t care. I slammed into Nate so hard that any neutral observer would have assumed I was trying to kill him. Faces smashed together, lips grinding against each other hard enough to draw blood. Hands digging into each other like mountain climbers ascending the Matterhorn. And a truly embarrassing spectacle of two guys trying to kick off clothing even though we were so tightly pressed against each other you couldn’t slip a knife blade between us. We were so tangled in a twist of limbs and pant legs/shirt sleeves that we fell heavily onto the floor… Nate on his hip and me on top of him.

    Fuck, it was ON.

    I finally wrenched his sweaty undershirt off of his chest, and fucking mauled him with my mouth. Chewing at his hairy abs, sliding over to his nipples. Swinging wildly from side to side. His sweat smeared across my stubbled chin. Taking him in. Then I slid back, straddling him as he laid on his back, and started yanking off my shirt. It caught somewhere, and in frustration I fucking ripped it off, with an audible shredding sound. I could get a new one at fucking Costco or something later.

    And I slammed back down on him, our chests and mouths grinding like power sanders. I roughly pinned his arms over his head, and slammed my face into his hairy pit, desperate for his scent. The fucking feel of his pit hair on my face.

    Nate, who had been growling like a fucking snow blower this whole time, thundered into a higher gear, and after a few minutes threw me onto my back like I was a fucking rag doll. He grabbed my pants and violently pulled them down. In a flash, he started giving me the most savage blowjob I had ever experienced, equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

    No, scratch that. Entirely thrilling.

    It was a fucking tornado. He fucking ground his face against my crotch and balls so hard I fucking got razor burn… and I didn’t even think that was possible with fur on fur. He swept his face all over, scenting himself with my musk, and aggressively sucking down my balls. I fucking thought he was going to suck them right off! I was barking out explosive encouragement, swearing violent, blasphemous oaths and demanding more.

    Finally, he took my dick into his mouth and fucking inhaled me… so fast, so deep, and so hard that he immediately started off cough-gagging, and spat me out. He gave himself just the barest of pauses, and went down even harder… and to my everlasting joy did the impossible and fucking deep throated me. All the way down to the fucking base.

    YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHHH!!!!

    Despite the desperate violence of everything that happened up to that point, the minute he swallowed me all the way down everything fucking stopped. Time itself fucking stopped. I screamed out as only a guy in raw sexual pleasure ever could, my hands instinctively wrapping around him. The tightness of his throat was from another plane of existence. He somehow… massaged my cock with his throat for a few moments, before wrenching his head back and coughing me out again in a shower of spit.

    “HOLYFUCK! HOLYFUCK! HOLYFUCKHOLYFUCKHOLYFUCK!HOLYFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” I pulled his face back, looking at him with wonder. “How the fuck did you do that?”

    He smiled, still coughing and with his eyes starting to water. “I… googled on how to deep throat a guy. I think I got it to work!”

    “Oh, man… I fucking owe you! Fucking get ready!”

    It was back on. I pushed him back and, in a flash, had removed his pants and Jockeys, and went down on him like a force of nature. God, his musk was setting fire to my brain, setting my blood to boil. I fucking sucked him down hard, working his dick with my mouth and hand in tandem. Switched to his balls, and worked his dick all over again. Sucking his cockhead harder than a vacuum. My spit flowing down his shaft.

    At that moment, Nate joined in the fun and we started to 69. He rolled on top of me and I grabbed his furry asscheeks. The angle wasn’t as good for me working his cock, but gave me perfect access to his ass. My face tore through his sweaty crack, a fucking feast for my senses. His butt funk filled my nose. I made out with his pucker, ramming my tongue in to get him slick and loose, then stared roughly lapping him up and down, then shaking my head from side to side. His wiry butt hair causing friction on my face while my stubble scoured him raw. I was fucking moaning like a bitch in heat as I brutally ate him out. He was matching me, grunt for grunt… but with my dick halfway down his throat, the bellowing howls he was making were muted. We were in a fucking primal state of sexual aggression.

    Finally I had enough. I clambered out from under him and pushed his shoulders down, forcing his face against the floor with his spit-slick ass up in the air. There was no time to find our lube. Instead, I hacked up some natural lubrication and smeared it on my cock. I lined up and fucking drove all the way in, balls deep inside him.

    He fucking howled. I’m sure it hurt like a motherfucker, it been so long since we’ve done anything like this, but I fucking didn’t care. God, that fucking ferocious pressure… the wet, hot pressure from his shaggy butt, tighter than any cunt could ever be. FUCK! I FUCKING NEEDED THIS! I rolled my hips around in great circles inside him–as much to loosen him up as to rejoice in the red-hot tightness of his ass–and then started a series of full-body hammer strokes. BAM… BAM… BAM…

    His ass fucking ate my dick, crushing it. Massaging it in a fucking death grip. BAM… BAM… BAM…

    The thick, heavy slap-thud of man sex. BAM… BAM… BAM…

    Our mutual howls locked into the fearsome rhythm. BAM… BAM… BAM…

    I needed to release. Fuck his feelings. Fuck our feelings. Fuck everything. I fucking needed to blow. NOW! I sped up. BAMBAMBAM…

    It was all too much for my dick, starved of these sensations for too long. I could feel my load build in my balls, screaming for release. My whole body started shuddering, and I swear I could start to see stars. The pressure, the elation, the fucking blood rage exploded inside me, and I shot out so hard I swear I could feel the recoil kicking me back.

    NNGGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

    I came so hard, so fast, I fried every single cell in my body. I was fucking spent.
    Nate, however, was just getting started… and he knew exactly how to wring some last bits of feeling out of my body.

    Faster than I could react to, Nate stood and pulled me up with him. He sat down heavily on a couch near us, spat onto his hand and lubed himself up. He pulled me over, getting me so squat over his crotch. He lined me up over his rock-hard cock and pulled me down… GAAAHHHHHH! He fucking speared me to the hilt. I fucking howled, even louder than he did. The heat, the pain were nearly unbearable, but fortunately I was relaxed enough from cumming that my body stopped fighting him in short order. I could feel my body unclench and let him fill me. Fuck it was intense. I gasp-panted desperate breaths onto his shoulder, nearly biting him, and clutching him tighter than a fucking bear climbing a tree.

    Then to my astonishment, Nate stood up, hoisting me with him, never letting his cock slide out of me. I’m hardly some twig of a thing, and I’m proud of my well-earned muscles… but he lifted me like I was nothing. In a flash, he had slammed my shoulders against the hotel room door, bracing me… and Nate started fucking me from below. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. My arms clutched him around the neck for support, and suddenly his face was pressed against mine. Fucking slamming my mouth as hard as his dick slammed into me from below. His violent thrusts shook my entire body, pounding me up and down, up and down.

    The force was like nothing I had ever experienced. Each hammer blow sounded like a a SWAT team was breaking the door down.

    And God… the fucking feeling of being slam-fucked by this fucking brute of a guy fucking ripped apart my mind. I was awash in feelings I couldn’t begin to process. Again and again he slammed into me. Deep-body slams that fucking tore me up. Hammer blows hard enough to sink the Titanic. My ass was exploding into fire, which started roaring throughout my entire body. I grabbed onto him for dear life. And he fucked me. Fucked me. FUCKED ME

    FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME

    Somehow, I realized that was me screaming.

    The fire inside me kept building, building… and went all-out nuclear. My skin rippling with fire, my ears ringing with the roar of my blood. Nate tensed, and his grunts widened into a fucking battle cry as he fucking exploded deep inside me. That fucking triggered me, and I screamed my head off, blasting out ropes of cum that shot fucking everywhere. Dousing us. Fuck… I think I might have blacked out.

    Not bad for round one.

    That rest of the evening was fucking amazing. Nate and I fell into a rhythm. The savagery of the that first fuck gave way to more extended sessions that flowed naturally and easily. We fucking worshiped each other, reckless and uncaring of anything else in the world. Pulling, biting, sucking, thrusting, feasting. Nonstop, without a break. Without breaking contact. We fucking ground against each other so fiercely that our hairy bodies gave each other rug burn.

    Only our bodies’ need for food got in our way. We knew in advance there was no way we were going to leave the room that night, opting for room service steaks that were surprisingly good. It didn’t matter if they had served us shit on a biscuit… we had each other.

    It was… so strange being with him. And I mean that in a wonderful, glorious way. During that first week of discover together, we had fucked each other’s brains out, without any chance of interference. So of course, we had been uninhibited… free with everything we did. But there had always been something of an obstacle in that I always had to go home. So we didn’t have that final bit of freedom–of being free to not only to totally give ourselves over to the moment, but to let the moment last as long as we fucking wanted it to.

    That last barrier was finally gone. We were accountable only to each other. So we fucking fucked.

    And something… amazing happened. It was well after midnight. We had wanted to get to sleep, so we’d be ready to experience the next day of baseball fever at the spring training compound. We had been in bed naked, making out. Our bodies awash with spit, sweat, and cum splatter, nasty to anyone else but each other. And we really did plan to go to sleep. But in that quiet, that unhurried moment of shared closeness I started kissing him. Really kissing him. There was no need for words… our tongues and lips doing the talking as they melted together. And magic happened.

    Our hairy chests were sliding against each other.

    Our hairy cocks were jousting against each other.

    It was a feeling of physical closeness I can’t fully express. One anchored by our emotional closeness. It washed over me suddenly. It was a euphoria sparked by sex, but it had grown into so much more. No other man had ever gotten into my soul like this. I don’t know if any other person had gotten into my soul like this. Nate’s strong arms made me feel… secure.

    Fuck, this guy turned me inside-out.

    I wanted more. God help me, he had given me everything. Repeatedly. But I wanted more. I was hungry for feelings only he could give me. I wanted him to make me feel alive. To make my body sing.

    I broke our kiss, rolled onto my stomach, and looked at him. No words necessary. Nate slid on top of me, and with the gentlest of pressure I could feel his flared cockhead slide inside me, eased by sweat and several loads of cum. God, he was IN me. I could feel my body come alive as his cockhead moved, my ass muscles relaxing as he slid in deep, massaging my innards. It was slow and deliberate, maximizing the intensity. Fire roaring up inside me. Fucking amazing.
    But just as incredible was… all the rest of the physical feelings I was getting from him at the same time. I could feel his scruffy jaw against my neck and ears as his mouth slid against me. His tongue obscenely rolling against my skin. One hand running down the length of my outstretched arms, mimicking the slow pressure from his cock. The other roaming across my scalp and sweaty hair. Our naked legs rubbing together.

    It was the most intimate moment we ever shared. And I was fucking lost in it.

    He murmured words softy in my ear as he fucked me. Words I couldn’t make out. Words I didn’t need to hear to understand… his body was saying everything I needed. And finally, his strong hands slid beneath my body, as he enveloped me in an all-encompassing bear hug. All the while, sliding his dick inside me. My body awash in a warm, liquid light.

    That fuck was so many things. When we came together, it was… well, usually it was typical, pure masculinity, bathed in masculine aggression. But this was another side of masculinity. The way he held me, the way his dick rippled through my ass… it was like… a different side of masculinity. A feeling of masculine intimacy. Masculine affection. Men don’t necessarily do nurturing all that well, but they do do something quite close: defending. Protecting. And that was what was happening. He was caring for me. Watching out for me. Sacrificing some of himself to make me feel good. I was his. But in making me his, he became mine. He was wrapping me in a uniquely masculine embrace. Guarding me. Making sure he pleasured me as I pleasured him. We were together. Fucking, and fucking together.

    I’m just gonna say it. I got lost in that fuck. My whole being was… light. My spirit bound with his. And the feeling of that moment sparked something deep inside me… and sparked something deep inside my balls. Not the usual flame-thrower of cum blasting out everywhere, but… like, well music inside me.

    We came together. And that left me… breathless.

    After that, we finally did drift off to sleep together. It was almost like I was drunk. Falling into a sea of emotion and feeling.

    I only woke up once that night, with Nate on his back and me snuggled nearly on top of him. His arms still around me. Still protecting me. God. He was like hero straight out of an ancient epic. I gently swept back a curl of tousled hair that had fallen across his forehead. His shallow breathing didn’t change. I held him tighter. And surrendered again into sleep.

    The next day was one of the best of my life. We went to the spring training complex and took absolutely everything in. It was better than Disney. We blew way too much money on new gear for the upcoming season, each deciding to buy a player jersey of the guy we thought was going to make a difference this year. Of course, we busted each other’s balls over our choices. We took seats in the stadium, and chatted up the other fans. Argued about stats. Took stock of the hitting practice, and got into vehement discussions about holes on the pitching staff. The “game” that afternoon was pretty much what you’d expect as an expo game… it was really just a chance to see the guys getting into shape, working out the kinks, and dreaming about infinite possibilities.

    And I couldn’t help but realize… our lives at that moment mirrored everything happening on the field. Everything was an endless progression of infinite possibilities. A blank slate in front of us. And we were swept up in it all. And it wasn’t just about baseball. Sitting in the stands, we found ourselves opening ourselves up to each other about our own hopes. Our own fears. Plans. Dreams. We never mentioned the sex… we didn’t need to. Our need for each other was a given, and permeated everything without us having to say a word.

    It was a day like no other.

    Finally spent, we piled back into the car, planning on grabbing some Florida seafood at a local fish shack before heading back to the hotel.

    My heart was… full.

    In that moment after we had slammed our car doors shut, I reached over and blocked Nate from starting the car. He looked at me. And I finally said something that had filled my mind for some time, but I never quite had been able to put into concrete words.

    “Nate,” I began quietly, looking ahead toward the horizon. “I’ve… there’s something… … …I’ve never told you this, but… I love you.”

    Nate was quiet for a beat. He turned to look straight ahead, and dropped his head. A wide grin slowly spread from his face. Then he looked back up again, out over the steering wheel. “You’re wrong, bud,” he stated simply. “You have told me.”

    I turned my head, looking at him in puzzlement.

    “You’ve told me every single day I’ve known you. With every word, every action, since the first day we met.” He gently gripped my thigh and looked at me. His eyes were red. I couldn’t breathe. “It took me some time to make sense of it… but now I have. That love is the reason any of this… all of this ever happened at all. Will? I love you. I fucking love you so much my heart hurts.”

    Oh, fuck.

    I gave him the biggest, slobberyest kiss in human history. A kiss that steamed up our windows.

    And I didn’t care who the fuck saw us.

    ***

    It’s probably not surprising to learn we didn’t get to any of the other baseball events we had planned for the weekend.

    It might be surprising, however, to learn that despite openly acknowledging how much we loved each other, nothing much changed for us, especially on the home front. For either of us, by mutual agreement. We… understood. We had what we needed. And for us it didn’t make sense to change anything, or make any announcements. At least for now.

    Watching baseball games continued to be one of the keystones of our relationship. And so was fucking each other’s brains out. When Nate’s wife was home, we kept things slow and quiet… and when she wasn’t home, we fucking let loose. We even started scheduling baseball weekends to see the boys play away games. And that’s when we really let loose.

    It seems almost perverse to say it, but Nate’s and my relationship seemed to work as a safety valve in other parts of our lives, helping us become better men, better husbands… and in time, better fathers. Maybe it was the absolute security in knowing we had each other. Maybe it was the ability to burn off built-up aggression. Or maybe it provided a chance to break out of the straightjacket of conformity, family life, and day-to-day obligations. Who knows? I’m sure psychologists could have a field day studying us.

    But that’s for another time. I have to go–Nate’s wife Shannon took the kids to visit her sister in Chicago. And tonight, Nate and I are going to have his house to ourselves. For the first time in a very long time.

    And I can’t fucking wait.

    END

  • Gay Encounters of The Third Kind

    He flagged me down at the bus stop, I was on my bike doing my morning bike ride.

    “Hey man!” I missed my bus, I know we just met but do you think you can put me up for one night? I do not have enough money for a hotel but I can give you some money for the inconvenience. I wonder if he could see me glance down at the long dick that was on the left side of his thigh in a big pouch. “Excuse me, my balls itch!” he said, moving his hands to scratch them.

    “What do you think!?” He said moving his hand so that now his pouch was bigger! “Sure!” I said, “You gonna have to walk a ways.” The good-looking about 25-year-old guy grabbed his backpack and looked at me with a nice smile. “My name is Andy!” “Bert! You ready!?” We shook hands and Andy appeared to hold my hand a bit more than usual. “Let’s go, Bert!”

    Andy was the most beautiful black man I ever met! He had a mustache and a dark beard. He was thin but not skinny and looked like the fountain of health. He could had easily been a Life Coach or Physical Trainer, or Paramedic, he was almost perfect, and I only hoped he like to ‘gay around’.

    My dream of sucking his dick disappeared when he told me he was on his way to see his new girlfriend. Why did every good-looking man I met I would think was my next Prince Charming? Like someone was gonna sweep me off my feet and let me do anything I wanted to him and I would make him so hot he would fuck the shit out of me as I hung on to his bucking ass for all my life!

    I always took real men, straight, gay or bi and used them in my gay fantasies. Some I really did not want to happen but DAMN I sure did dream of it happening!

    I didn’t care, Andy was a nice guy and living by myself and not a bar-hopper or one who liked to use dating sites, I was pretty much alone but relatively happy.

    I did have one good straight friend, but he was more like my brother and real brother who kept care of me seeing how I had a mental illness and did not fit well into society or its workforce.

    Anyway that is another story and soon Andy and I were at my apartment and I let him in.

    “Nice place you have,” He said, “May I sit this down here,” he said, speaking of his backpack, “and use your bathroom, I really got to take a piss!”

    “Oh yeah!” I said thinking he might piss on the floor, ‘It’s right over here!” All I had to do was point to the left and the door in the small hallway.

    “Thanks!” Andy took off and the next thing I heard was a stream of piss like a racehorse.

    ‘Excuse me!” Andy called out. I ran to the door like a good host! He had left the door open and about 11 inches of thick meat was pissing into the toilet.

    In three seconds I could see he was uncut and that it was semi-hard with these big angry veins that seemed to say to me, “We gonna wreck your pussy-hole!”

    ‘Pussy-hole’ was what they called a new guy in prison who had been fucked enough, so that his asshole really seemed to look like a tiny pussy hole. When a guy got fucked in the ass for the first time they would make sure that his asshole would stay open for a while after a big dick had opened it up or a guard stick or prison made dildo that was not for the squeamish!

    His virgin hole would be about 1 to 2 inches open in diameter before it closed up again.

    This was the only way the straight and bi guys would fuck them or let them suck their dicks. Some guys went as far as to make sure you wore a female wig or stockings and panties. You didn’t have to have tits or man-tits, but that helped also.

    Men in prison are really weird.

    So, when my mind came back to the present I had to tear my eyes from Andy’s cock and try and act like it was no big thing!

    “Damn!” I’m sorry!” Andy said to me, “I should have closed the door!”

    “That’s OK!” I said, trying not to sound like I was already his dick slave.

    “Bert! I saw you looking at it! Guys do all the time, even in the public urinals. “Pretty big isn’t it!?” He shook it to get the last drops of piss out.

    “Yeah it is!” I said. No needed to pretend now.

    “You want to touch it?” Andy pulled the uncut skin off the head of his dick. “Go ahead, see what it feels like!”

    I went into the bathroom and reached out and stroked his cock.

    “You like it?” Andy said breathing heavier. “Your hand feels real good!”

    I was stroking his enormous cock as it grew harder in my hand as if that was possible.

    However, it was! And every since I started wearing this magick symbol around my neck, I was coming across some of the biggest dicks you ever saw!

    Not that I was a size queen!

    One size would do just fine! BIG!

    An Andy had no problem in that department.

    I sucked on the head of his cock till I could feel it getting harder.

    “”Want to sit on the couch?” I said.

    “You bet!” Andy said and followed me to the living room.

    He took off his pants and underwear and sat down.

    “Eat all you want!” He said smiling.

    Boy what a ‘here’s the beef?’ hot dog!

    And it was lunchtime!

    I had Andy moaning and squirming in no time.

    I really did know how to suck a dick and turn a man or woman on! I just preferred dick-eating over pussy-eating.

    And I was half-way down Andy’s cock with my finger probing his asshole.

    He moved his ass more off the couch and pushed my face under his balls!

    I started licking his puckered asshole and I could feel the thick semen in his cock manufacturing more!

    Andy had his eyes close and his head up in the air!

    “Holy shit!” Andy said. “Man you really know what you are doing, I’m gonna cum soon!”

    My tongue was buried in his straight asshole and my other hand was jacking off his enormous uncut dick!

    “Holy Jesus!” Andy said and pulled my lips from his asshole and jammed his cock all the way down my mouth!

    Luckily, I took a real deep breath as his big banana filed up my gut and with a few strokes I could feel his hot cream erupt in my mouth! I played with his asshole as he ejaculated his white cream in my mouth!

    “Goddamn!” Andy said not realizing he was holding my head so close to his groin as he pumped his cream in me I almost passed out!

    He finally let go of my head and fell back on the couch.

    His slimy, wet semen drained cock slid out of my mouth like a snake coming out of its hole, my spit was all over his balls and dripping down into his asshole.

    “Holy shit!” Andy said again milking his cock! He put the head of his cock to my lips so I could lick off the thick cream that was in his foreskin, then he made me swallow it again so I could suck the last few drops out of it!

    I gobbled down his still hard cock and my fingers spread his straight ass cheeks so I could play with his butt hole again!

    “Go ahead, put it in! Slowly!” Andy said as he slowly pumped his big dick in and out of my mouth.

    I slowly worked my finger into his tight asshole and his dick began to get harder in my mouth as my finger went deeper into his straight asshole.

    In about 10 minutes of slow pumping he was squirting his gism into my mouth as I sucked him dry.

    “That was incredible!” Andy said “But I got to take another shower again.” He asked me to join him in the shower and I did and we played around in the water like two old school boy chums!

    Afterwards I cooked a little dinner and we had some popcorn and watched a good movie together.

    He sat in his underwear and would pull his dick out ever so often and push my mouth down on it.

    He told me if I licked his balls and asshole simultaneously I could make him cum without even touching his dick!

    So I did! And he did!

    Globs and globs of cum shot up into the air as I licked his asshole feeling it pulsate as he released his hot load.

    Then we both fell asleep on the couch with the T.V. still on. He fell asleep sitting up and I was in his lap my head resting on his big fat dick.

    In the morning we woke up and I made him so coffee before he left. He told me he wished he could stay here forever but he had to go.

    I wished he could too! I never had so much fun guilt-free gay sex in my life, I felt like a new man.

    I licked his asshole one more time because I knew he loved that and watched his unaided cock erupted like a volcano in the air!

    I could resist no longer I had eaten his ass out so many times I took my 13 inch cock out and jammed it into his tight puckered hole and fucked the shit out of him and then he was gone.

    As I got some things ready to cook dinner that evening a knock came on my door and two guys in black were at my door.

    They were asking me if I had seen any strangers in the area lately and described the guy I had just fucked the shit out of!

    I told them I had not seen anyone.

    The Turkish cop was hot. I couldn’t help but glance down at his crotch ever so often. And his crotch was getting bigger.

    “I think I will stay here longer and interrogate this guy!” the Turkish guy said to his partner.

    “Not again!” His partner said and looked at me up and down.

    “After you get through interrogating this guy, I’m gonna get some coffee and I’ll be back in an hour!”

    “Make that an hour and a half,” I told him, ‘I mean, I am willing to cooperate!”

    “I bet you are!” His partner said as he turned to leave. “I wish I met as many ‘willing’ women as you do men!”

    The other cop told me that they were looking for an alien that had escaped from Area 54.

    I told him he was kidding me. He said ‘No! This alien was special. He had a huge endowment!’

    ‘A HUGE endowment!?’ I said remembering sucking his incredible sausage down my throat.

    ‘Yeah’, the cop said. And I turned to see he had opened his pants and his hard 11 inch uncut cock was sticking out at attention!

    “Like this one! You sure you have not seen him? Why don’t you come over here and see if this reminds you!?”

    The pre-cum ooze out over the thick uncut head!

  • Gay Survivor

    Morning again, and the guys were enjoying what would be the 2nd to last day in paradise. Moses enjoyed a nice rimming from Jameson in the sun. In the beds, It was Erics turn to be the bottom, letting Danny go ham in his asshole doggystyle. Zhong however, decided to spend the morning alone. Still jerking a load out after seeing the shows that the couples brought to the camp, he wanted to focus on todays challenge. Not that he knew yet what it was, but he knew he had to win, or else he would be one of the two in the duel tonight. All of the guys left had been in at least one duel and won. Danny and Eric, even had two wins, so maybe it wasn’t a good idea to pick any of them for the duel. So he thought about Jameson or Moses, two friends that he has lost on the way. He wasn’t sure who to choose, but also felt that he didn’t want to either. After the nice rimming, Moses came over to talk to Zhong on his own. Moses told him that Ryan apologized for his choices this last days and that Zhong shouldn’t feel the same. They would still be friends when everything was over and Zhong agreed.

    The next competition where a buttplug race. On five wooden boards where ten buttplugs each glued on, increasing in size the longer you got. The guys had to sit on all ten, insert them all the way in to later go on the next to do the same. The one that filled their ass with all ten and crossed the finish line first was the winner and was secured a place in the final four. The guys stood ready and when the start signal went all started running up towards the smallest of the plugs. Starting off close, but the freshly fucked Eric seemed to have the best start, going through the three first in no time, closely hunted by Danny and Jameson. Zhong and Moses had stumbled a bit and came a bit on the side, too eager to get it inside them. The guys moaned as the plugs started to get bigger, but Eric kept the lead, even if Danny and Jameson picked up the speed and was getting closer and closer to him when they reached halfway. Jameson suddenly stumbled, swore for himself as Moses closed in on him, while Danny and Eric seemed to be battling for the final immunity. Zhong was not good at taking the plugs in quickly and struggled, started to drift off from the others. Danny and Eric came to the 9th plug at the same time, and left it as well very close to each other. But suddenly Eric had trouble on the 10 and biggest plug while Danny took it pretty easily and surpassed his lover and went over the finish line as this challenge winner. He yelled out “YESSS!” and laid in the sand, exhausted after working hard in the warm sun. Eric managed to get it in and out and came in 2nd, laid himself on top of Danny and gave him a kiss. Jameson arrived in third, Moses in fourth, while Zhong, a very disappointing last place, and he was now certain he was going to the elimination. When everyone had taken a breather, Danny had decided who to pick for the duel, and no surprise, he had gone for Zhong. “I knew it” he said, laughed a little at the whole situation and now had to really think though, who to go for in the duel.

    Back at the camp, it was fairly calm. Jameson, Moses and Eric all expected that they were going to be picked by Zhong for the duel and started to mentally prepare themselves for it. And Zhong himself had a moment to really think through his options again. He felt that Eric was too strong for him at this point and decided to remove him out of the equation. So, instead it was between his friends Jameson and Moses. Both strong competitors, but he wanted so bad to reach the final. So when he told the group that he was going to pick the one that did the worst in the recent challenge, everyone knew it was Moses that he had chosen. “It is the most fair after all” Moses said, shook hands with Zhong and the two started heading to the challenge beach on their own. That meant that Eric and Jameson was going to the final, and was really happy for themselves. But Jameson wanted Moses there, and hoped he could outmaneuver Zhong.

    In the duel, The chinese-american paramedic and the handsome black police officer where going head to head for the last spot in the final four. Zhong started off the best, grabbed Moses from behind and into a vicious chokehold. Moses tried to shake Zhong off, and managed to throw his arm away, stand up and pull his legs up in the air. A kick in the guts made Zhong groan out in pain and then Moses grind his foot on top of the balls, of Zhong. “You bastard!” Zhong said, rolled around, made Moses fall on his side and suddenly he had the buff paramedics arms and legs around him. Moses striked back, hit him in the side over and over and started choking Zhongs neck with his bare hands. Zhong had trouble fighting back and only had to go and hit him in the face to let Moses release him. But it wasn’t over, Zhong was the most tired of the two, and suddenly he was lying on his back over Moses knee and had his cock grabbed by the police man. Moses stroked the cock, told Zhong how much he must liked this and Zhong started nodding, he knew that it was just a matter of time. Moses increased the speed and then with a roar, Zhong came all over himself, like the loser he was. Moses were now the 3rd, after Eric and Danny, to win two straight elimination duels and pulled Zhong up to stand. Zhong was sad to leave this close to the final, but he was beaten by the stronger foe, a friend of his even and the two hugged it out. “I hope you or Jameson win, you deserve it guys” he said and Moses thanked him for that.

    Back at the camp, Jameson was nervous as hell but became euphoric when he saw Moses back. They had achieved their goal, to reach the final four together. Danny and Eric congratulated as well and Eric suggested why not have a bit of extra fun now when they were the four finalists. They all agreed and a lot of switcharoos was going to happen tonight. Moses went down and started sucking Erics cock, while Jameson had to munch on a 2nd hole today, this time Dannys. Eric started hammer his cock deep inside the duel winner, facefuck the crap out of Moses, looking up to see Danny with his eyes closed moaning to Jamesons tongue deep inside him. Soon Jameson would lift Danny up, put him on his cock and the mechanic would ride it hard right infront of the watching Eric and Moses. Eric would come forward, lean down to take a closer look and start to lick the balls and hole of Jameson while his lover was riding the thick cock masterfully. Moses would walk up, want a taste of that wondrous tongue of Jameson and started shaking in pleasurement as the tongue started eating him again. This kept on going throughout the night, with Eric inserting his cock into Jameson, fucking him violently, having Moses riding Dannys long cock as well inside him. They fucked like four champions, four alphas not having enough until all of them blasted a load each into each other, Eric into Jameson, Jameson into Danny, Danny into Moses and Moses finally did it in Eric. A wonderful end on a long day. But the next one was going to be more important though. The finals are about to begin.


    Pictures of the guys competing can be found here: https://imgur.com/a/f7oqGaC

  • Danny

    Time passed.  Danny hovered between dozing and awake as his pinioned leg muscles ached and the weight in the rear of his underpants dried and cooled.

    His only conscious thought was of escape but, even at this point, he was frightened by how easily he’d been taken, subdued, and controlled by the old man and his damnable collar. He wondered, idly, what had happened to his cellmate; James. The old boy had made mention of James outliving his usefulness and Danny was fearful that his current predicament might end in much worse than just shitting his pants. He knew that he had to get away or find some way to summon help. The nasty old man was clearly used to getting what he wanted and Danny swallowed bile as he pictured having to actually suck the guy off. 

    He moved around as much as he could to alleviate the cramping in his legs and thighs; the bulge in his underwear squishing and then settling against his heels as he found infinitesimally new positions to give his aching muscles relief.

    The hunky rugby player had no idea how much time had passed when the door to the cell opened again and a goon entered the space and, unceremoniously, cut the ties binding his ankles to his fettered wrists and unclipped the leash attached to his neck from the cell wall. The goon then pulled Danny upright to an aching, standing position and started towards the door of the cell, leash in hand. Danny’s limbs burned from the extended bondage and he realised that the ankle ties meant he couldn’t walk but had to hop awkwardly in order to avoid falling to the floor and being dragged by his neck. His entreaties to the goon fell on deaf ears,

    “Please! I can’t keep up! Uhhh!”

    As he jumped along, gracelessly, behind his captor he felt the weight in the rear of his underpants bounce horribly. A now-solid lump that, with every hop, threatened to pull his once-white briefs down and leave his most-private parts exposed. He quickly settled for quick, low, jumps to avoid accidentally losing what remained of his modesty.

    The goon and his hapless cargo left the cells and entered the more formal, and ornate, corridors of the mansion. Rich red walls and gold-leafed picture frames became the décor with, occasionally, a baroque mirror that showed Danny the true state of his humiliation. He clocked himself in a few of these such mirrors; naked apart from his dreadfully stained underwear, an enormous mound of his own waste bouncing along, horrendously out of sync with his own gentle hops, obvious to all who might look at him.     

    “Where are you taking me?”

    “Please, I won’t tell anyone if you let me go”

    “Please talk to me! Where’s James?”

    The goon, clearly irritated by Danny’s constant questions, stopped suddenly. Danny hopped to an uncomfortable halt and took in the angry face of his captor,

    “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to wind you up!”. The goon reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a ball gag,

    “No! Please mate, there’s no need for that. I’ll be quiet! I’m sorry!”

    It was the work of seconds for the goon to manhandle the gag into Danny’s mouth and secure the leather straps around his head.

    “Mmmff! Mmmff!”

    The beefy captor then stood back and appeared to take in Danny’s predicament properly for the first time since yanking him out of the cell. He walked around the trembling rugby player, seemingly noting his muscular, hairy frame. Danny tried to turn with the goon as he perambulated around his charge, trying to keep his butt out of the man’s view. It did him no good for he was too unsteady on his feet and was desperate not to trip and fall to the floor and render himself even more vulnerable. The goon whistled appreciatively as he took in Danny’s lumpen rear; the underwear hanging perilously low on the lad’s butt and acting as a hammock for its vile contents, swinging backwards and forwards as Danny hopped in place.

    Moving to stand in front of the hapless lad, the thug eyeballed the stiff, dried emissions coating the front of Danny’s briefs, appeared to come to a decision, that caused him a wry smile, and produced one of the hated remote-control devices. He looked Danny straight in the eye and pressed a couple of buttons. The effect, via the collar, was immediate.

    The muscular rugby player felt his dick start to harden, in the blink of an eye, and feelings of arousal coursed through his whole body. Danny tried to speak but was rendered completely unintelligible by the huge rubber ball secured in his mouth. All he could manage was guttural grunts and, as he took in this new ability from the collar, he looked down at himself and realised that his unwanted hard-on was tenting the confines of his once-white, once-yellow, now stale-brown briefs in a most obvious manner.

    “Muuhhh… mmmmff!!”

    The goon turned and continued on his mission to deliver his sweaty and soiled charge to wherever he was due next.

    Danny had no choice but to keep on hopping behind his captor, his soiled underpants bouncing with their odious load, his unwanted hard-on throbbing to its own rhythm; every tentative hop causing the head of his knob to rub against the crusted cotton of his briefs. He panted in exertion and arousal in equal measure as they traversed the opulent hallways.

    Eventually, and with Danny at the point wherein he’d completely forgotten his own debased form and was solely concentrated on ejaculating as he jerked, rather than hopped, behind his captor, they entered a drawing room of some description.

    The muscular 21-year-old was desperate to cum and he no longer cared about how he looked or, frankly, smelled. In fact, the weight in the rear of his pants, smacking against his butt as he hopped, was oddly stimulating and his underwear were dripping with pre-cum as he ground his body to achieve release.

    This was a lounge space like the one Danny had first encountered when he arrived at the mansion. The fireplace flickered and the expensive armchairs were inviting. There was no one else in the room. The goon led the jumping lad to one of the armchairs and Danny noticed that, unlike the other rich fabrics on display in the room, this chair had a plastic-coated seat cushion and a number of anchor points discretely visible on various parts of the back and arms.

    Realising too late what was about to happen, Danny could only cry out as the goon shoved him backwards into the chair. His butt hit the seat and he immediately felt the contents of his briefs squash up and around him repulsively. At his rear, his load squished up his arse crack uncomfortably and in front, his balls were suddenly pushed up and forward by the invading filth; causing him unfortunate stimulation in his priapic state and drawing forth a groan of unwanted pleasure from the helpless lad.

    In spite of Danny’s entreaties from behind the gag, the goon then adroitly untied and resecured his ankles to the legs of the chair. He then produced leather strapping and secured the befouled hunk’s knees, chest, and neck to the chair. Finally, the goon untied Danny’s aching arms and quickly attached them at the shoulder, elbow, and wrist. The final effect was immediately obvious to Danny; he was presented, to all who wanted to see, sitting in his own waste, his legs held wide, a raging boner tenting the front of his appallingly stained underpants. Any movement simply exacerbated matters and pushed shit either up his back or towards the front where it served to further stimulate the poor lad’s painfully erect dick. At least he was spared the chafing of the stiffened cotton as his briefs were now soaked in pre-cum and he could see the throbbing head of his penis, highlighted by the glistening ooze on the once-white fabric, quite plainly.

    The burly captor produced one final item; a leather blindfold. He attached this to Danny, immediately blocking out all light, and gruffly wished him luck; his voice disappearing into the distance.

    Hearing the door close behind the goon, Danny sat for a moment trying to work out what he could possibly do to get free. His thoughts were addled by the insistent need to somehow jack off his throbbing hard-on. He tested all of the straps securing him to the high-backed armchair but there was no chance of him getting out of the damn thing. As he moved, while doing this, his balls and dick were further stimulated by the tight, wet, fabric and the lumpen mass below him. He suddenly realised that he was rocking in his bonds, absently trying to grind his dick so that he could achieve release and, with a great effort, stopped and remained still as he attempted to gain some control of himself.

    Sadly, the effect of the collar was too strong and, within 30 seconds Danny was, again, shifting in his seat; desperately trying to stimulate himself and get off. After 60 seconds he lost all semblance of restraint and began to buck, furiously, in the chair; thrusting against the soaked underwear, frantically trying to move his butt so that more of his now-clay-like filth would move forward and push his balls around further. Anything to try and bring himself to orgasm. A full two minutes later and Danny, sweating with the efforts of his exertions, was no longer in control of himself.

    The unseeing rugby stud hadn’t noticed that he was shouting from behind the gag as he jerked and lurched towards the only thing that mattered to him; his urgent need to cum. Bouncing in the seat of the chair, heedless of the leather straps cutting into his arms, finally, with a muffled and throaty scream from behind the rubber ball, Danny came. Wave after wave of hot salty cum erupted from his engorged prick and flooded the front of his, now revoltingly defiled, underwear. The muscular rugby player yelled himself hoarse as he pumped his seed into the soiled cotton; smacking his butt up and down on the seat as he thrust, and thrust, to purge his aching ball sack; a noxious squelching accompanying his every movement.

    Finally, his breathing ragged, Danny subsided. Sweat coated his hairy frame as he slumped into the comfort of the armchair and felt the trickles of cum work their way down the soaked fabric and his satiated cock. The sense of bliss was intense and Danny realised he’d never had an orgasm this powerful in his life. As he panted and perspired, he no longer cared that he was sitting, in bondage, in his own disgusting mess. The afterglow was heavenly.

    The sound of polite clapping was like a bucket of water in Danny’s face. His skin went cold and gooseflesh erupted on his bare frame as he was brought back to the reality of his situation. His head jerked left and right as he tried to identify the source of the applause; acutely aware of what he’d just done, messily and loudly. All sensations of elation bled away and the 21-year-old felt simply drained and exhausted; waves of humiliation crashing over him. Danny considered himself a strong man but he openly wept behind the leather blindfold as his sweat cooled and his dick shrank.

    He jumped in shock as he felt hands, at his temples, work to remove the leather blindfold and, blinking, Danny became horribly aware that his ordeal had not been without an audience.

    The shattered lad looked, fearfully, around. The old geezer was the one who had been applauding. He was seated close by and near to the roaring fire. Danny’s humiliation was amplified by the presence of 4 men, also seated comfortably, in the other chairs in the room. The old fucker spoke,

    “Well done my lad! I must say it does my heart proud to watch a virile young man give way to his inner excesses and you, my boy, have certainly been excessive”.

    The old guy glanced meaningfully towards the seat of the chair within which Danny was held and, looking down, the rugby player realised the picture he presented. The seat of the chair was muddied with his bowel movement; his underwear no longer able to contain the mess as he drove himself to orgasm. His dick had receded, under the inquisitive stares of the crowd of men in front of him, but the front of his briefs gave no illusion as to what he’d just done. The cotton was wet with his own spooge and the disgusting brown stain from his own effluent reached halfway up the fabric.

    “Gentlemen? Shall we adjourn for dinner? Oh, don’t fret, you’ll see young Daniel again shortly as we dine”. The men, all of them of an age and all giving the subtle appearance of wealth, readied themselves to move away to another room but Danny felt their lascivious stares as they noted his fouled state and their eyes lingered on his befouled groin even as they departed the lounge.

    As the door closed Danny’s shock set in and he began to shake uncontrollably. He barely noticed the goon who approached him and swiftly injected him in his neck with a syringe. Within seconds the soiled hunk slumped in his bonds and so did not see the goons enter to join their colleague in preparing him for the next part of his induction.

  • Getting Fucked by an Older Man

    When I was in my first year of college, I started to become really attracted to older men. I was only 19 at the time, but I was really attracted to men that were double my age and older. I was really turned on by the idea of giving my smooth tight ass to a horny older man who fantasized about young man ass. I thought he would really rim me and fuck me really good.

     I found this cruisy office bathroom on squirt in a fairly upscale area so I figured it would be frequented by a lot of older business men. I also started going commando when cruising so I could easily show off my ass. Luckily it wasn’t a crowded bathroom, so I could hang out at the urinal for a bit without being too suspicious. I was at the urinal with my cock out pretending to pee when a guy in a suit walks in and steps up to the urinal next to me. I tried to peer over at him and see if he was interested in me at all but he just peed, flushed, went over to the sink and left. I thought “Damn, that was a bust!” but decided to wait and see if I could get lucky. 

    Another guy in a suit and a nice scruffy beard walked in and I was hopeful he would want to play or that I could at least get a glance at his dick. But unfortunately he didn’t want to play and I didn’t even get a glance at his dick. I was debating whether to stay or maybe check out another spot. As I was thinking, I heard the door and someone else walked in. I quickly turned my body to make it look like I was peeing. He then stopped for a second and gave me, what I felt, was an intimidating look. I thought I should probably zip up and leave before I got into trouble so I flushed the urinal and went over to the sink to wash my hands. 

    I soaped up, got some paper towel and went over to throw them away when I caught a glimpse of this man’s cock which looked both erect and thick. I did a double-take and before I knew it, he said “Come suck it”. Being the cock hungry bottom I was and still am, I got down on my knees and took his erect, hairy cock into my mouth. “That’s it boy, just like that, he said”. I started sucking him harder and faster when he said “Let’s go up to my office”. He was a hot masculine older man with salt and pepper hair and a thick hairy body, he had to be at least 40. I was really excited at the idea of sucking his cock and hopefully getting to do more.  

    Luckily he had a private office with only a small window that we ended up blocking off with a poster. I started to get down my knees again when he told me to wait. He pulled me in close to him and started to kiss and squeeze me tight. I started to wrap my legs around him and he picked me up by my ass. We continued kissing for a while when he said “I’m gonna fucking enjoy you!”. 

    He then told me to strip off all my clothes and in 30 seconds I was completely naked in this man’s office. He pulled me in again and started to kiss me and as he was kissing me, he began toying my ass with his finger. I started to rock my ass back and forth on his finger letting him know I was enjoying it. He then pushed my head down and told me to start sucking his cock again. I got back down on my knees and sucked his cock while he stood over me. He then grabbed the back of my head and starting to fuck my face while I was slobbering all over his thick hairy dick. I loved being used like that. I was just a toy for his pleasure and he was going to use my holes deep and hard. He held my head down until I choked and gagged on his dick and I was so ready for him to cum down my throat.

     But to my surprise, he pulled my head off his dick, and ordered me to turn around.I turned around and he started to lick my asshole with his tongue. It felt so good. I love to be rimmed. He also had some stubble around his mouth and chin which tickled while he tongued my hole. He then asked me, “Do you wanna get fucked boy?”. “Yes sir” I said. He stuck a finger inside me and I started moaning like a whore. I needed my ass fucked bad. He asked it if I was sure I could take his dick and I said yes I wanted it bad. He spit on my hole and started to work his 40-something year old cock into my 19 year old asshole. It felt so good I loved how his cock felt as it was stretching me out. He grabbed me by the chest and started pumping me hard. “Oh fuck!” “Fuck me” I moaned. “Yeah do you like this daddy dick you nasty bitch?”. “Yes sir I want you to use my hole” “Fuck me like a nasty bitch!”. “Fuck! You feel so much better than my wife” he said. I told him” Fuck me daddy! Fuck me!” He started pumping me harder and I started moaning louder. He was fucking my ass real good and before I knew it I shot a huge load on the carpet with his dick still inside me pounding my ass. 

    My cock started to get soft and flop around but he still continued to fuck me. It started to hurt a little bit but I still let him continue to pump my ass. He then grabbed me by my neck, pulled me back, and started nibbling on my ear. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re gonna make me cum so hard “ he said. “Yes daddy. Cum inside me” I said. He smacked my ass, grabbed me by the hips, and railed me until I felt his dick shoot a huge creamy load up my ass. He pulled me back, kissed my neck, and said “Now get the fuck out of here and dont come back!”. I got dressed, left and never actually went back. But that was the first of my many adventures servicing older men as a young college twink. 

  • Encounters Remembered Football Player

    I am not going to say the professional football team or the players real name. Everyone knows who this athlete is. I had a cool arrangement with a gym that was across the street from where I lived. I had met and knew a few of the employees of the gym. After the gym was closed for the day for customers, its doors were locked. Just the employees would be in the facility to work out and the cleaning service. My job had very odd hours. And since I was friends with a few employees, they arranged for me to work out after hours.

    Periodically famous people would be there that allowed me to see many professional athletes and actors and politicians doing their workouts. Because I was always alone in the gym working out I couldn’t use the free weights because there was no one to spot me. The machines were opposite the free weights in the room.

    The gym had mirrors on one wall and the other had wall mounted holy type weightlifting systems on it. Sometimes famous people would come in with a huge entourage of trainers and security. And sometimes they would just show up by themselves. Well, I’m all alone in the gym, and I’m working out on the machines I have my headphones on and since nobody was there, I just was wearing gym shorts without a shirt. I’m lifting and jamming to music and enjoying my evening workout.

    All of a sudden I heard this loud thump. I recognize the sound of the benchpress bar coming down on its support. I didn’t realize that someone had come in. Fuck, shit. Damn. I hear being shouted. I removed my headphones and set them up and directly across from me. I see a professional football player. I recognized him immediately. He was not from the local team. I knew that he had just played in the stadium that day. Let us call him at him.

    He was on the phone pissed off. Sorry, man. I snuck away from the press. Bastards. They just keep bothering me. Adam said I could see he was really upset. I just said in a friendly way. No wonder they do with all of your wins your statistics and popularity. Adam then got serious and looked at me sizing me up. He said you aren’t pressing or some psycho fan are you?

    I could see in his face. He was deadly serious. His body reflected it to his big muscles kind of pumped and he stood in a very aggressive way. I laughed as I said, No, I am not press. Adam, I know who you are. Please don’t take offense. But I really don’t ever watch football or even know what team is from were smiling. I said the only football game I ever watch is the Super Bowl and normally only just the commercials it took a second but after I said that to Adam then with a big smile on his face said really?

    No shit. Wow. Do you just not like the game or what? I wasn’t exactly sure what the answer I should give him should be. I decided hell, I’ll just tell him the truth. I said to Adam, do you want to know why I never got into football. Adam was intrigued. He probably expected a simple answer. He said, Sure. Now you have me curious. I walked over to where the free weights are. He’s sitting on one weight bench and I sit on the one next to it.

    The first thing I say to him is Adam, I am a gay man. Just so you know. Okay. He replied, really? You gay? You do not look gay. I began my story. My hometown expected me to try out for football. I was much smaller and younger. I skipped ahead a grade in school. I show up I had to do it because I was suspected of being gay. Coach got directly in front of me. I thought he would step on my toes. I came up to the middle of his chest. He yelled you think you could stop me from passing you? Everyone started to laugh.

    I looked up at him and said maybe with a two by four board or sledge hammer. I saw the hate coming from the coach’s eyes. I stared right back at him. The coach said you are too small and just try next year to tell you the truth. I was relieved. But all the players took it that I was gay. They harassed and teased me all the time. Adam was watching me and I could tell he was thinking about what I was saying and was interested. Adam said, Man That sucks.

    I continued my story with three senior players made me blow them in the shower while several watched me. Adam said Is that why you are gay? I said no. I like men before that. It was the degradation in public that messed with me. Adams face lit up as he understood what I told him. The mood was getting a bit serious. So I changed the subject.

    I asked, What’s your life like being an icon for the NFL and so famous. We sat and talked for over an hour. The phone rang two or three times and Adam says, fuck this phone. I am having a great time talking to you. He powered off the phone and we continue to talk. Adam asked me to spot him why he lifted weights. All the time we had been talking he had a t shirt on. He took it off and then lay down on the weight bench.

    I told him that I would spot him but not to push it because he had a lot of weight on that bar. I remember clearly the day as I am standing looking down at his face and new chest as his muscles rippled with each press of weight. I couldn’t help myself so I looked down at his body over his big chest muscles. His washboard rippled stomach and I saw a huge amount of caulk showing through his gym shorts and his sexy legs spread wide.

    I glanced at the mirror on the opposing wall and I saw the view of him lifting me standing over him. I noticed I could see his balls through the like opening of his shorts. My cock was starting to get hard. I hear that bar Clank into its holsters of the support over the bench. I looked down and I saw Adam with a huge smile on his face looking up at my now rather hard mount in my gym shorts. Immediately I apologize and say it was just too hot of you. He says I always get a little bit of a stuffy when I’m pumping weights.

    My jaw drops. I will see his hand move slowly from his chest over his rippled washboard stomach and reach down into his gym shorts and he grabs his cock. I look back at his face and he has a slight grin. Adam said you want to see it. I didn’t say anything but I’m sure the look on my face told him I did. He pulled out his pretty good size COC and jiggled it.

    It stood straight up. He did that for a while and then he slipped it back in his gym shorts. A little bit later I’m bending over to pick up a bottle of water and I feel his hard cock through his shorts pushed up against my s. Adam said it turns me on seeing you get excited looking at me go sit on the weight bench. He let me suck him just a little bit.

    But mostly he put on a huge show beating his meat and shot come over my face. I know you’re probably hoping for more but that’s all that happened. But that was more than enough. It’s one of my hottest encounters with the least amount of sex.

  • Cop Suckers

    My suck buddy Mike and I had parked in a secluded leafy spot in the countryside, screened from the road so we thought. I was hungrily sucking on Mike’s stiff cock as he lay back with his jeans and pants around his ankles. I had one hand clutching his balls whilst my wanking hand was rubbing his shaft back and forth as my mouth worked a glut of saliva over his prick. Mike was moaning like fuck and clutching the back of the car seat as my bobbing head went into that fast spunk lusting mode where all I could think of was his sweet creamy cum rushing into my mouth.

    Bu the sounds of his moans he was so fucking close so I gobbled on his prick harder face fucking his cock till his twitching balls gave me what I wanted a rush of sweet cum all over my tongue and in my mouth.

    I continued sucking, draining my fuck buddy’s dick until his balls were cum dry and achy.

    I pulled my own achingly stiff cock out of my jeans, it was my turn for a suck off and I was more than ready to feel Mike’s hot mouth around my dick.

    We’d been meeting every week for a session of gay sex, both of us in our late thirties, married and with kids, both of us Bi and always cock hungry. Mike was quite a handsome guy and was always a draw for the ladies and had a lot of male attention too with me being his number one fan. I wasn’t bad looking either, so got my share of female fan’s plus a lot of attention from Mike who in the end made a pass and the rest as they say is history. With a nice big un cut cock he was even more fanciable and it wasn’t long before we were getting it on every week. As yet we hadn’t fucked as such but knew that was on the cards sometime, meanwhile we were content sucking each other off, with Mike always sucking me off second as his sexual lust carried on way passed his orgasm as mine diminished as soon as the last sperm shot from my cock.

    “My turn Mike” I said and he was down slurping and sucking on my stiff cock in an instant. I was writhing against his cock sucking skills, my fidgety balls rising and falling as they stirred up a fuck load of jizz.

    I was right on the edge of coming when a tap to the window stopped us in our tracks. A police uniform confronted us and we sprang apart, grabbing our jeans and pants ad hoisting them up in a panic. My stiff cock was brutally shoved into my pants as the policeman opened the car door. Now we could see that there were two cops looking in. With it only being dusk we could see their bemused faces and so we tried our best to look calm.

    “What have we here?” said one of the cops, a rugged looking guy with steely eyes.

    “I think we have ourselves two fucking queer lads” said the other cop, a big built muscle stud.

    Mike and I flustered now and tried to say that we had just parked up for a walk into the countryside.

    “Do you always go walking with your big cock out?” said the muscled cop.

    “Get out the car” said the other.

    We got out of the car and it was then we saw the police car parked just a few yards away. We hadn’t heard the engine of the police vehicle so presumed they had free wheeled into the spot.

    “Now get all your clothes off lads” said steely eyes.

    “We want to see those cocks don’t we Jim?”

    Jim the muscled cop replied with an assertive grunt and Mike and I stood nervously wondering if they really meant us to strip off.

    Steely eyes pulled his truncheon out and prodded me in the crotch, my semi hard cock twitching.

    “Get your fucking clothes off!” he said angrily.

    Mike and I began to remove our clothes much to the jeering delight of the policemen.

    Jim, the muscled cop slid his truncheon in between my legs rubbing against my balls and stiffening my prick to the max.

    “You like something long and hard between your fucking legs don’t you queer lad”.

    “Yeah!” I said defiantly “Got anything bigger?”

    “Get down on your fucking knees both of you” said steely eyes. “Get down and suck on our law abiding cocks”.

    The pleasure was all ours as Mike and I released their stiffening dicks out of their uniform trousers.

    What beautiful stiff dicks they were too and we were soon gobbling them off like there was no cocks to suck tomorrow.

    Steely eyes had his truncheon at the back of my neck keeping his prick firmly in my mouth whilst Jim the muscled cop did the same to Mike.

    There was so much fucking slobber drooling from our mouths and onto the ground that the cops didn’t know what cock sucking was until they tried us.

    Mike and I continued slurping and both of us surprised the brutish cops by deep throating their cocks like we were just swallowing saliva.

    Steely eyes prick felt fucking awesome in my throat and my own dick was throbbing with excitement wondering what we were going to be made to do next.

    Both cocks out of our mouths and throbbing before us, the shafts over glazed with saliva and dripping gloops of spit, we awaited their pleasure.

    “You!” said muscled Jim to me “Get down on all fours and feel the hardness of my fucking truncheon.

    I did as I was told and the cop pushed his truncheon against my tight sphincter.

    “Fuck! This one is tight” he said “You!” he said to Mike, get down and lick his fucking arsehole till his hole is glistening”.

    “Yeah!” said steely eyes “Rim that fucking hole so the he can take a hard truncheon up his randy gay arse”.

    Mike, who had never rimmed me before, got down behind me and began to lick at my hole. The sensations was incredible especially when Mike began to really enjoy the experience and make a fucking meal out of tonguing my arse.

    Little did we know that the brutal cops were already prepared and had a tube of lube ready to lube the truncheon with.

    Feeling the hard tip of the truncheon pressing against my hole made me feel really randy and I found myself opening up and pushing down to take the hard truncheon into my arse.

    “Fucking hell!” said steely eyes, his dick throbbing, “He needs a good fucking that’s for sure”.

    I took the truncheon with a lot of moaning although most of my moans were to indulge the two cops and let them think I was hurting. Truth is I liked all kinds of cock shaped things shoved up my arse and was really waiting for their cocks.

    “I need some hot arse” said Jim looking at Mike.

    “Get the fuck over here and sit on my fucking dick”

    With his police trousers down to his ankles and his uniform shirt bundled up over his muscled chest, Jim sat on the ground and Mike eased his arse onto the cops hungry cock.

    Watching them fuck as the truncheon slipped in and out of me stirred immense jealousy and happily urged steely eyes to pull the truncheon out of me and replace it with his hot prick.

    I lay on the ground with the policeman on top of me, his hard prick nudging up my arse until his balls were flat against me. I clung to his body letting my hands dip under his uniform shirt to feel the warmth of his back and then his firm arse cheeks.

    “You fucking want my dick don’t you?” he said.

    I pushed against his cock as he began to thrust in and out of my eager hole.

    It was so fucking sexy having a cop on top of me, his uniform trousers around his ankles and his shirt ruffled up exposing his hairy chest. Fuck! I was in fucking ecstasy though looking over at my fuck buddy Mike I could see he was struggling to take cock a problem easily solved when steely eyes suggested that his work colleague join him in double fucking my arse.

    I protested, faking my fear, as muscled Jim joined steely eyes to double fuck my twitch hole.

    “You” said Jim, pointing to Mike “Get the fuck over here and get your cock in your queer mates mouth”.

    Wow! I was a happy chappy, I was going to get three stiff pricks.

    Mike knelt down and slipped his lovely cock into my mouth for a sucking. Jim and steely eyes manoeuvred me so that steely eyes was underneath me and Jim was on top, both officers of the law pushing their cocks into my gaping arsehole.

    I was groaning as the rigid pricks filled my arse my teeth clamping gently on Mike’s thick dick until I felt my hole squeeze the cocks in pleasure.

    The randy policemen gave me just what I needed, a fantastic prostate work over that had me over acting the groans in order for the brutal cops to fuck me even harder.

    “I’m coming” said Mike, his dick jerking in my mouth, his balls letting go of five streams of sweet spunk that filled my mouth and throat.

    “Look at that greedy cunt” said steely eyes, his fucking queer mate has spunked his fucking load”.

    Cum was running from my lips and down my chin and steely eyes took a finger and fed me the jizz rolling down my chin.

    “Eat that fucking load” he said, ramming his dick into me with Jim’s.

    Fuck! I was so fucking excited, the taste of cum prompting my hole to open wide for the cops.

    I continued to suck on Mike’s waning dick, draining his nuts off as the brutal cops double fucked me into a state of euphoria.

    Steely eyes came first, his dick pumping a hefty load deep in my arse with Jim following about ten seconds later, his prick throbbing his baby batter over my aching prostate.

    “Dirty fucking queers” said Jim yanking his dick from my hole. “Wank your load off over your pansy mate’s face”.

    Steely eyes pushed me away, his sloppy cock flopping from me but still pretty impressive .

    Mike lay down and with cops ordering me to toss off over his face I did as they asked though my legs were wobbly with post double fuck tremors.

    Mike closed his eyes and within a few wanks I was creaming all over his face much to the amusement of the two cops.

    Getting their clothes back to a smart uniform look the two policemen left us on the ground feigning shock at their actions. Secretly Mike and I had enjoyed the encounter and had planned to visit the same spot again in the very near future.

    Steely eyes looked back at us smirking.

    “One word about this queer boys and we’ll be back and fuck you all over again”.

    Our smirks turned into full belly laughs.