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Chris had been working hard and building his window cleaning business by himself but this contract would mean a steady solid stream of income and he could relax a little. Plus, if he was lucky he might spot a bit more through the windows than he did doing his usual round of boring shop fronts and flirty old ladies. And the old ladies did flirt. Chris was good looking, he was just shy of 50, had piercing blue eyes in a handsome face and kept himself in good shape. He wasn’t a chiseled Adonis but his wife always told him he had a hot body. And so did some of the guys he secretly played with when the urge took him and downloaded Grindr. Chris had known he was bi most of his life but hadn’t started to act on it until his early 40s, his kids were older he was working away from home more and with the popularity of hookup apps he couldn’t resist. He had a couple of guys he met semi/regularly and had been experimenting a little bit with, and used the apps to find younger guys when he just fancied sucking someone off without getting anything back.

He left the university campus offices, his new contract signed and 1000s of windows to clean. The sprawling student village was big, it was built on the side of a hill and he knew it was going to take all week from one end to the other.

Chris decided the easiest way to get through it was to start at house number 1 and work through them in order. Chris worked his way through the numbers daydreaming about hot guys as he worked. Fantasising about the good looking students that caught his eye as they walked around the campus.

House 17 is where it all started to go wrong. The front of the house was like any other, front windows all clean, Chris moved around to the back of the property. Chris concentrated on the first floor windows and once clean, turned his brushes to the ground floor. The bed in the downstairs bedroom lay up against the wall opposite the window, lying in the bed was a god. Lying back with his chest fully exposed and his jeans and boxers pushed down to his knees was the hottest guy Chris had seen in years. He had messy brown hair, slightly longer than fashionable, and a bit of stubble on a strong jaw gave him a charming and handsome face. A kind of British version of the all American Jock. His eyes were closed as he leaned back, his breath making his chest rise and fall, a sheen of sweat covered his lightly haired chest, the muscles in his right forearm rippling as his hand moved up and down. His big hand was wrapped around a perfect cock. It was standing proud from a dense bush, uncut but with a soft foreskin that glided back and forth across a big round cock head, a shine from precum glistening. It must have been a good 7 inches and thick. Not obscenely big but enough to make your eyes water.

Chris was instantly hard. He darted to the side, half scared he’d be caught and half scared he’d miss the show. The guy was arched back stroking slowly with a firm grip on his own meat. Chris could already feel the pre-cum staining his jeans. He knew the only sane thing to do was to move on to another house, but all semblance of sanity had left him. He leant past the window frame to take another look, he could see airbuds in the students ears so figured he was safe if he accidentally made a noise, the guy still had his eyes closed but even if the guy opened them his first sight wouldn’t be the window. Surely he could stay for a few seconds and take in this sight. His cock was straining against his jeans now. He could feel his pulse in it. He knew it was stupid and risky but he looked around, he couldn’t been seen from the alley leading to the front of the house, no houses overlooked the garden, there’s no way he’d be spotted.

Chris leaned past the window frame again, the student had sped up the pace, his chest rising and falling with his quickening breath. Chris was powerless, his hand slid down his chest towards his jeans, he undid his belt and the top button and slid his hand inside. Watching the student working himself up was getting Chris close but he needed more room. He took a quick look around and decided to risk it, he undid his button-fly and shimmied his jeans down to his thigh. His 5 inch cock spung free the air hitting it adding to his stimulation. Chris leaned back into the window to carry on with his show. The guy was wanking furiously now, his back arching, his head thrown back, the muscles in his thighs quivering, that big hand sliding up and down the shaft, the mushroom head disappearing and reappearing. Chris’ hand pumped furiously he could feel his orgasm building. He desperately held back, he didn’t want to stop but he wanted to see the guy shoot his load before he joined him. He heard grunting from the guy, and as Chris watched the student’s hand gripped that thick shaft and jerked as spurts of cum landed first on that perfect chest and then, as the force slowed and the orgasm faded, across his tight belly and into his bush. Chris couldn’t take it another second, wanking his cock furiously, he shot his load on to the patio, moaning loudly, his eyes rolled back into his head and his knees give way as he drained himself. Chris stumbled back to his feet, noticing the bed was now empty. The thrill of the moment leaving him he shoved his now semi cock back into his boxers. Feeling panicked he grabbed his equipment not even bothering to do his belt up and decided to make a swift exit.

He rounded the corner to the alley trying to stay as calm and quiet as he could shuffling down the passage, he looked back behind him, thinking about one last glimpse of that perfect body and cock. As he turned back forwards the light changed as something blocked the end of the alley. Chris looked up at the face of the same student guy he’d just watched wanking.

In just a pair of loose basketball shorts and Addidas slides He stood there, not big, just imposing, He was shy of 6 foot tall but not by much. The natural V shape of his frame drawing Chris’s eye down from those broad shoulders to the narrow hips, his eyes just briefly glancing at that pendulous cock bulge. ‘Enjoy the show?’ Came a deep voice as the figure stepped forward.

Chris froze. ‘Fuck! He thought, what do I do?! what do I say?!’ He stepped back, his eyes not sure where to rest. ‘I said: did you enjoy the show?’ Barked the student, his hand running down his treasure trail and grabbing what still looked like some thick meat. Chris gulped. ‘I didn’t mean to. I was just cleaning the… the windows. Only caught a glimpse. Sorry to disturb you…’

‘KNEES’ demanded the god.

Chris just looked at him confused and started to stammer again. Stupidly Chris looked at the guys knees. The stud stepped forward. He was a foot or so from Chris now and Chris got a whiff of his musk. It was an intoxicating mixture of that manly musk that gym changing rooms smell of mixed with a slightly metallic smell of power. Chris was mind blown. That smell, it was more powerful than poppers. He felt his eyes lose focus and his head swim.

‘On your knees’ came that voice again softer this time. Not gentle, it was still a command and Chris knew it.

Chris was powerless, he dropped to his knees. The student leant forward, grabbing the loose buckle end of Chris’s belt he pulled firmly and it slid from his belt loops. Chris was pulled forward slightly by the motion and almost lost balance. Before he had a chance to react the guy looped the belt around his neck and through its buckle.

‘Around the back. Now.’ He heard the student say. As Chris stumbled to his feet he felt a sharp tug on the belt pull him back down. ‘Faggots crawl.’

Chris crawled on his hands and knees around the house with the guy following him. Once he was back under the window the student used the belt to drag his face down to the puddle of cum he’d left on the patio. He stepped on the loose end of the belt pulling Chris down to the ground close to his own mess. ‘Just caught a glimpse? Didn’t mean to? I’m sorry?’ The student mocked making his voice sound pleading and pathetic. ‘Looks like you got quite the eye full didn’t you?’

‘Sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to watch, I just…’ Chris stammered not knowing what he could do or say to fix the situation. He was cut short as the student said ‘Don’t lie to me. Ever. You were watching me like some sick old perve. Weren’t you?!’ As he said it he increased the pressure on Chris’ neck. Chris was almost face down in his own cum.

‘Yes! I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.’ Why was he admitting it? Chris’s panicked thoughts chased round his head as he heard himself confess.

‘Yes… what?! Sorry… what?!’ Came that deep voice.

Chris was confused, he didn’t know how to answer, there was a pause and Chris realised the precidament he was in…

’Yes… Sir?‘ Chris tried tentatively. as soon as he said it he knew that’s what was expected of him, and something deep down inside him knew it felt good. Looking up at this god of a man. He could swear that that bulge was thickening and growing. He knew his own cock was rock hard as this guy stood over him.

‘Good fag. You can call me Sir, or Master Tom. Do you want to make up for perving on your Master?’

‘Yes…Sir but… How?’ Stammered Chris, his voice shaking with fear and anticipation. And if he admitted it to himself, with intense and horny excitement.

‘Clean it up!’ He heard Master Tom say. Chris new what was next, his face was inches away from his own congealed cum, he knew he had a choice to make. He could make a run for it, get in his van and hope Tom didn’t complain to the uni admin. Or, he could follow instructions, submit to his new Master and give in to his painfully swollen cock.

Chris looked up, Master Tom was standing above him, an obvious bulge in his basketball shorts. At Chris’ hesitation he smiled, sucked in his cheeks and opened his mouth letting a string of spit fall from him mouth to join the puddle of cum. From the second Master Tom smiled Chris new all was lost. His cock was steel pressed against his jeans, his pulse pounding in his ears. All he could think of was pleasing Master Tom and he bent his head down, extended his tongue out eagerly and lapped up his own cum mixed with his Masters spit.

He looked up once he was finished to see Master Tom with his phone out. One hand holding the phone, the other hand holding, but not stroking, that perfect cock through his shorts.

Master Tom handed his phone down to Chris. Chris expecting to see at least a picture of himself looked down to see it open to “add new contact”. A contact had been created with the name “faggot”.

‘Put your number in perve. Chris did as instructed, pressed save and handed the phone back. Master Tom slid his bare foot from his slider running it up Chris’ thigh. Chris quivered with excitement as Master Tom’s foot drew closer to his straining cock. And, just as Master Tom was about to reach his crotch, Tom pulled his foot back and kicked Chris square in the balls. Chris collapsed to the ground, his hands on his balls. His face screwed up. As he rolled on the ground he heard Master Tom say ‘now fuck off before I give you another one’

Chris rolled over to see the patio door closing. Master Tom walking through the house without glancing back.

“Cursed thing is broken again?” I said to myself, setting down the blow-dryer with a sigh. I ran a hand through my wet hair. “Air drying it is, then.”

I heard a knock from the door, so I threw on my robe and peeped out the door.

“Hey Cal,” I said, opening the door just a little. “Are those flowers for me?”

Cal smiled and pushed them into my arms. He was just a few years younger than me, but his shy nature made it feel like he was a lot younger. It didn’t help that he hardly grew any hair on his face and had soft features to his physique.

“I hope you like them,” he said.

Cal had something of a crush on me. We had gotten physical a few days before on his birthday; he had been flirty, and I had a little too much to drink. It was a combination that left me satisfied, absolutely, but also left the nature of our relationship unclear.

“I love them,” I said. I thought they were daisies, but I wasn’t sure. They had a sweet scent and bright white petals. “You didn’t need to get me flowers.”

“I know,” he said sheepishly, “I just wanted to.”

“You’re cute,” I said, closing my eyes and breathing deep.

“I was wondering,” Cal continued, “if you wanted to hangout tonight? We could—watch a movie?”

“To be honest, I am a little exhausted,” I said. “I’d probably just fall asleep an hour in.”

“I wouldn’t mind. If you get too tired, I don’t have a problem going. I mean, I live just down the hall anyways.”

I couldn’t help but smile at how hard he was trying. I knew he was shy, so I wanted to reward that courage. And the flowers were a sweet gesture. The least I could do would be to invite him in to talk for a bit, then send him on his way so I could sleep.

“Alright,” I gave in, opening the door. “Just give me a second to get dressed. You can sit on the couch if you want.”

Cal happily entered. “I can get those flowers into a vase, while you get dressed, if you want?”

“That would be great, thanks,” I said. “There should be a vase in the cabinet next to the fridge. Or, above it, I don’t remember.”

I went into my room and shut the door behind me to the sound of rummaging from the kitchen. A part of me was wondering if Cal was hoping to get lucky again. But in truth I was pretty tired, and not really in a physical mood. As a deterrent I put on the least sexy pajamas I owned—an oversized holiday sweater, jeggings, and some fluffy ankle socks.

“I like your hair,” Cal said as I walked out. “It’s very wavy.”

“Oh, thanks. My hair-dryer broke, so I am going to have to let it air dry. Can I get you something to drink?”

“I—I am not old enough to drink but thank you,” Cal said softly.

“I meant a soda,” I smiled. “Diet coke is sort of my guilty pleasure.” I pulled a can out of the fridge and popped the top with a blissful hiss.

“Yeah, that would be great!” Cal said.

I brought over a can and sat next to him on the couch. I put a pillow in my lap and a little distance between us. “So,” I started, “what you been up to?”

“Just High-school,” Cal shrugged.

“Right,” I said a little too abrasively. “I mean—that makes sense. Sorry, just a long day.”

“Long day because of work?” Cal asked. He set down the can. “Can I do anything to help? Talk about it? Rub your feet?”

“Um—”, I hummed as I sipped at the diet coke. I stretched out my legs and put my feet in his lap. “If you insist.”

Cal smiled and started to rub at my ankles. “Socks on or off?”

“On,” I said almost too quickly. “Thanks, that feels good.”

“No problem.”

I set down the can. “We should—probably talk about the other day.”

“Okay,” he said nervously. “What about it?”

“I want to apologize if I was a little too—aggressive?” I said. “It was great, really, I just don’t want to give you the wrong impression. Or I guess what I am saying is, we should have probably gotten to know each other more before—you know, fucking.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Cal replied. “I thought it was great too. And I totally agree, we should get to know each other more.”

“Great,” I said. “Start over then?”

“Deal,” Cal said. He waved his can towards mine in a mock cheer.

“So, what should we watch?” I said sitting up with a yawn. I let Cal choose the movie while I collected a handful of blankets. He found something that sounded half decent, and I hit the lights and sank into the cushions next to him.

Fifteen minutes into the movie Cal kissed my cheek. I looked at him with a smile but didn’t kiss him back. I could tell he was in the mood for more, but I just wasn’t that into it at the moment. He settled for holding my hand over the blanket.

I yawned deeply.

“You can lay down, if you want,” Cal whispered.

“Just a for a bit,” I nodded. I shifted the blanket then set my head on his lap. I realized instantly that I could have laid down the other way, but it was too late now. “Wake me up if I fall asleep. I don’t want you to hear me snore.”

Cal laughed and started to play gently with my hair. I liked the way that he pushed the hair behind my ears as strands fell free. It got harder to keep my eyes open. And then they shut.

I woke, startled by the end credits of the movie.

“Shit,” I said, “I fell asleep. Sorry.”

“It’s alright, I know you were tired,” Cal said.

“You just let me sleep on you anyways?” I asked groggily, shaking myself awake.

“You looked relaxed. I felt bad waking you.”

“That’s really sweet,” I said, falling back onto the couch. “You can lay down too, if you want.”

Cal curled up behind me as I closed my eyes, willing myself awake. He brushed my hair from my neck, then gently started to kiss beneath my ear. I let out a dull moan, which Cal took as a sign to keep going. He nibbled along my neck, kissing, and sucking.

I could feel his cock poking me from behind. I reached around, working his zipper with one hand and pulling his cock out the front of his pants. I tugged at his cock as he kissed my neck. It was a little awkward given the angle we were laying, but he seemed to like it.

Cal held the back of my neck and pulled me in closer. I rubbed my tongue against his, and he bit my lower lip. We kept kissing for awhile until we were both getting short on breath. He ran his hand over my hips, then pulled my jeggings halfway down my thigh.

I kept stroking him as he got stuck on his jean, only getting them to about his knees. We were still laying on our side when he spread my cheeks with one hand and put his cock in my ass with the other. It was tight, and not wet enough, so I winced when he shoved the tip in.

“Sorry,” Cal said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I just wasn’t expecting to have sex tonight. Push a little slower.” I reached behind me and grabbed his shaft, pushing the tip in and out of my asshole. Cal patiently held my cheeks.

I pushed his cock in further, slowly working it in until I could feel his balls against my ass. Cal just held his cock inside me, barely pulling out with each gentle thrust. He reached around and grabbed at my semi-limp transcock.

He wasn’t quite sure how to stroke it, but it was a nice try. As I stretched out my arms, he slid his hand beneath my sweater and squeezed at my boobs. I started to moan. I could almost feel his cock bulging out the front of my stomach with each time he pounded into me.

I cradled his balls from between my legs and squeezed.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, “fuck yes, fuck me.”

Cal took it as a challenge. He spread me and pounded my ass. “I think I—I am going to cum,” Cal said.

“I want you to cum inside me,” I whispered with hot breath.

Cal grunted and his fists tensed around my waist. His body shuttered with each pulse from his cock, and he held his breath. Then I could feel the sudden warmth of his cum in my asshole.

He relaxed lazily between me and the couch. I knew that as soon as I pulled his cock out, cum would drip from my asshole, so I stayed on my side and used his cock as a cork. Cal let a hand drape over my waist.

“Now I am tired,” Cal sighed.

By now, I was a lot more awake, and horny. I ran my fingers over his balls. “Do you want to cum again?” I asked.

“Right now?”

I shrugged. “If you’re too tired—”

“No, no,” Cal interrupted.

“Okay,” I said and kissed him. “Tell me what to do.”

“Can you—lay on your stomach? Just completely flat?”

Cal spun my hips, his cock still in my ass, until I was face down on the couch, and he was straddling from behind. My legs were tight together, and my jeggings still around my knees. He used both hands to spread my cheeks, then pulled out.

He put both of his pointer fingers in my asshole and held it open.

“I want you in me,” I whispered, unable to turn my head all the way around.

Cal fingered my asshole. “Like this?”

“Mmhmm,” I moaned into the pillow.

“And how about this?” Cal said, teasing my ass with his cock.

“Fuck yes. Slide your cock inside my asshole.”

His cock was still wet as he pushed it back into me. He put one hand on the back of my neck and pushed me into the pillow, his thighs firm against mine. I gasped for air as he put his full weight into pounding me from behind.

When I put my arms back, he held me at the wrists and kept me from moving. I was completely restrained. My whole body moved with every powerful thrust. And each time that I thought his cock couldn’t get deeper, somehow it did.

I moaned with what breath I could take. And then I felt it again, the satisfying throb of his cock inside my asshole, filling me with his cum.

He let go of my neck and I sat up, desperate for breath.

“Sit back,” he said, lifting at my hips. He slid in beneath me, until I was straddling him in the reverse cowgirl position. Cal spread my cheeks and watched as the cum dripped over his cock and collected on his stomach.

I spun around and lapped at the cum, slurping it up off his cock. I deepthroated him once, just to make sure I got the last bit, then opened my mouth to show him. A bit dripped of my lip before I swallowed it all down.

Cal fell backwards on the couch with a grin. I continued to hold at his cock, but it was getting soft. I knew he was spent.

“That was fun,” I said. “Sorry I missed the movie.”

“Don’t worry about it. After that, I consider us even.”

“You sure you don’t want me owing you one?” I teased. “I could try to make you cum again?”

“Really?”

“Sit back,” I whispered and slid off the couch. I pulled up the blanket. Cal watched me with bright eyes as I slid off his jeans entirely and wedged myself between his thighs.

I put the tip of his cock in my mouth, running my hands up his stomach to rest along his chest. His cock grew in my mouth. I licked every ridge of the tip, the pushed his shaft down my throat. Cal groaned and leaned back when my lips reached his balls.

I sucked him completely hands free, working his cock with just my mouth. Cal gathered my hair into a ponytail and held it in his grip. With every thrust into my mouth, he pushed a little harder and harder. I let the spittle drip over his cock, spitting it out then sucking it up.

When I deep throated him again, Cal held my head firmly down. I started to gag, trying to push off, but he held me down. And then I felt it, his cock throbbing in the back of my throat. I fought the reflex, desperate for air as he finally let go.

I gasped with a throatful of cum. Cal continued to guide me by the ponytail as I slurped up the last of the cum.

“Alright,” I said, licking cum from the corner of my mouth, “now I think we’re even.”

My parents weren’t crazy about me spending so much time at Mr. Kincaid’s house. The 49-year-old junior college baseball coach lived at the other end of our subdivision and while he got along with everyone, he gave off this loner vibe that made people like my parents leery.

But I was an adult now, spending the summer at home, and working full time to boot. I’d drifted apart from a lot of my high school friends, maybe a mix of coming out and the normal drifting apart in college, and a couple of my buddies were staying on their respective campus for the summer. The hardest thing was not having guys to chill with after a late shift at the Greek deli, where I had night and weekend shifts.

Scratch that, the toughest thing was not having sex. I was going to school in Chicago, and while I didn’t go crazy, I’d lost my virginity and found out how fun it was to meet guys on Grindr. I tried going on dates, and they were kind of fun, but it was a lot harder to find a romantic connection than a hookup, I discovered.

Yeah, I checked Grindr when I was home, but it was slim pickings. I got DMed by a couple of creeps, blocked them, and didn’t log on again.

Maybe that’s why I was primed for Greg Kincaid’s charms. He came into the deli at least once a week, and each time made small talk while he waited for his order. He had a gruff, masculine demeanor… weathered face, beard, piercing eyes. But he also had a great smile when he was in a good mood.

He knew who I was. From the neighborhood, though I think the “quarterback comes out” news made me famous around town. It didn’t seem to phase the man though. I soon learned why. One evening, on a particularly quiet night, we were talking and Greg said as off hand. “You know I admire your guts coming out, Alex,” he said quietly. “I wish I’d had the balls at your age.”

For a young guy who’d been lecturing people that they shouldn’t make assumptions about a person’s sexuality, this caught me off guard. But it made sense. Why Kincaid was coming into the deli so often, in off-hours no less, and chatting me up. I have no natural instinct when it comes to flirting. At least I didn’t think I did, but that evening I went with it.

“You don’t have to butter me up, Mr. Kincaid,” I said with a smirk. “You’re already my favorite customer.”

That got a laugh of the butch man, thankfully. “It’s Greg,” he corrected me, then with a wink added. “Or Coach if you like.”

“Got it Coach,” I replied.

Just then I heard the bell ding with the man’s order. I resented the fact our conversation would be coming to an end.

But as the man grabbed the to-go bag, he paused and looked at me for a sign whether he should go further. Maybe I gave it to him, I don’t know. All I know were his next words. “You feel like coming over sometime to watch a baseball game?” I got the feeling the man lived, breathed, and slept baseball, and that was OK with me.

“Sounds good,” I said. “I’m off Mondays and Tuesdays.”

Just then a customer was entering. Damnit. But Greg smiled and nodded. “Monday it is. I’m an impatient, man.”

I laughed. “All right. Later, Coach.”

***

The first couple of times with Greg were awkward sex. I was inexperienced and we were finding our groove. But there was clear attraction there. Mr. Kincaid living out the jock fantasies of his youth, me indulging my attraction to an older man.

Greg coached me in bed. But when I first rimmed him, I didn’t need coaching. I had eaten ass a couple of times and loved it. And Coach had a round full daddy ass that inspired me to go to town. So I did. Gripping those ass cheeks and munching away.

“Holy hell, Alex…” he hissed when I finally pulled up for air. “Who taught you to rim like that?”

I shrugged with a chuckle. “No one, Coach. I just love it that’s all.”

The hunky man pulled me up to kiss him. I was athletic and I’d spent a lot of time in the gym working on my physique, but I loved how Greg had older, more mature muscle… furry to my still mostly smooth. My dick was rock hard as it bumped against his thick hard on.

“Wanna fuck me, big guy?” he grinned. Maybe a little nervous.

“You offering, Coach?” I asked, so turned on. “Cause I wanna, yeah.”

He nodded. “You’re big and it’s been a while. So go slow.” He reached over for some lube. It was our fourth time together and our first time doing anal. I probably would have put out for Coach if he’d asked, even though I’d not really enjoyed bottoming the couple of times I’d done it. The fact he was giving up his hole thrilled me.

I fingered him and we made out some more. I pushed more fingers in him, feeling him gradually relax. “I’m on PREP,” I hissed as I looked down on the hunky man, his hairy body below me, his legs pulled back in a position of pure masculine vulnerability.

He knew what I was after. “Me too,” he said, surprising me. “I want you in me bare, stud.”

That was as official an invitation as I needed. I lined up and pressed into Coach Kincaid’s tight hole. It was exquisite. Just the right amount of grip, just the right amount of give. I took my time, but pretty soon I was buried deep inside. We kissed, acknowledging our deep connection. Then I fucked the big hunky man. I actually managed to pound two loads of Greg before I couldn’t hold off any longer. His second O was the trigger that had me shooting a heavy load deep inside him. I felt like a total stud, but maybe that was the 20-year old inexperience speaking.

We cuddled and talked. Then I decided I really needed to get home. My parents didn’t have a curfew for me or anything, but it wouldn’t be cool to spend the entire night out.

The man looked like a million bucks as he slipped on some baseball shorts, his middle aged body hard and muscular. “You off tomorrow, Alex?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, Coach,” I said. “You inviting me over?” We still had this fun flirty vibe between us.

“What do you think, smart ass?” he smirked.

“I think I’m gonna tap that hot ass again tomorrow night,” I boasted. “Twice.”

Greg looked me over, his eyes showing some amusement and a good deal of sexual attraction. “Goddamn, I’m glad I made the moves on you, A.”

We kissed again at the door, softly. Then I left.

***

Dad knocked on my bedroom door. He had a sheepish look on your face. “You been spending a lot of time at Mr. Kincaid’s,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said, acting nonchalant. “I don’t have a lot of buddies in town to watch the games with. He’s a cool guy.”

My father looked at me. He knew it was more than baseball. “Well, guys that age sometimes take advantage of guys your age.”

“Jesus, Dad,” I whined. “He’d cool. No one’s taking advantage of anyone.”

He nodded, contrite a little. Eyes full of paternal concern. “OK, you’re an adult now. Your mother and I still worry about you though. It’s what parents do.”

“God it, Dad,” I said. “Thanks.”

***

That conversation weighed on me. What the fuck was I doing with Coach? I guess we were fuck buddies, but Jesus sometimes it felt like more than that. I tried to talk about it with Greg, but that’s when I realized his loner thing carried into his personal relationship.

“Can’t we just have fun, Alex?” he snapped. And that was the end of that conversation. I actually worried I’d fucked up a good thing. There was no afterglow chat, no goodbye kiss at the door, no flirty banter.

But the man strutted into the deli the next night when I was working, a knowing grin on his face.

“Hey Coach,” I greeted.

“Hiya Alex,” he said. “I’ll have the usual.”

We made chit-chat, then Greg lowered his voice and leaned in on the counter. “Think you can swing an overnight?”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“I’d ask for two, but I’m greedy,” he said.

I didn’t know where this was coming from, but sleeping over at Coach Kincaid’s sounded like heaven. “I’ll see what I can do, Coach,” I replied.

I thought of lying to my parents but figured why? I figured Dad was the softer touch. “I have a date tonight, Dad,” I said the next day. “It might be an overnight, actually.”

Dad blushed. He had been cool with the gay thing, but I guess it was seeming more real now. “OK…. well, just be safe, OK, buddy?”

I patted him. “Yeah, I will. Thanks…”

***

I didn’t know what to expect when I showed up at Greg’s with just an overnight bag. But I was surprised how easygoing the whole weekend was. Fucking, quiet time, meals, just relaxing. To this day, it’s been what I want a date with a man to be.

But the best part was the next morning. We’d had morning sex, then showered and hit the gym. We were back in his kitchen, having a protein shake and just chatting about fitness stuff.

Then out of the blue, Greg kind of looked me over, like a hungry wolf, and said, “You know I didn’t expect you to be such an ass man, Alex.”

I felt that flirty vibe come back. “What can I say? You have a great ass, Coach.”

He turned half around and lowered his shorts. He still wore a strap from the gym and it framed his meaty buns perfectly. It turns out Kincaid has a naturally smooth ass, but he also shaves it too. I loved the contrast between it and his overall hairiness.

“Fuck!” I growled, reaching down to cup my dick. It was gonna get hard, quick.

“I’m probably a little sweaty,” he warned. “But I’d love one of your patented rim jobs.”

I walked around the kitchen island, feeling myself bone up with each step. I crouched down and gripped those cakes, lewdly shaking them until the man flexed his glutes. Then I dove in.

This wasn’t the time for talking. Or processing what Coach and I had going on. This was the time for eating ass. That said, as I licked around his magnificently puckered hole, I decided then and there I was gonna ask Greg to be my boyfriend and do everything in my power to convince him to say yes.

“You know, I’d always wanted a son.” He said as we were pulling away from the dock.

“You didn’t try for more kids then?” I asked hoping not to overstep my bounds.

“After Tessa and Beth, we weren’t able to have any more. Pam had some complications when Tessa was born.” He replied matter of factly.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I said earnestly.

“It was a long time ago.”

I was visiting my soon to be in-laws on the bay with my fiancé Tessa. Her parents had a small house there, but it was on the water with a dock and a boat. Tessa and her mother, Pam decided to go out shopping and had suggested that her dad, Mike, and I go out on the boat for a little while.

I didn’t know the man very well, he was stern, having been in the military, then a cop, and now the local sheriff in the county where Tessa grew up. He seemed nice enough though, and I appeared to have been on his good side, and I wanted to stay that way. So, I let the conversation drop.

I sat down to the front of the pilot seat as we traversed the no-wake-zone in order to get to the more open waters of the bay at large. I was a city kid, so I didn’t have any boating experience and this small town living that Tessa and her family were used to was foreign to me, but I was enjoying it.

“You ever been out of the water?” Mike asked.

“No, sir, I haven’t. This is great!” I tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible without coming of as patronizing.

“You’ll like it.”

We sat in silence the rest of the time out to the channel. Once we hit the channel, Mike stood up and, took off his sunglasses and pulled his shirt over his head, then put his sunglasses back on and looked over to me. I tried to not gape at him, but, boy! His torso was magnificently muscled and hairy. His chest hair was beginning to turn gray like his mustache and closely cropped mostly bald head. I could tell he was built under his clothes, but I didn’t expect this! I also hadn’t expected him to take his shirt off, he was always so buttoned up around me.

“The sea air and sun feel great, Paul. Hope you don’t mind me getting comfortable.” He said as his gaze traveled over to me.

“Not at all, sir. I think I’ll join you.” I pulled off my shirt too.

I kept in great shape if I do say so myself. I kept a strict workout routine that kept my body looking nearly the same as when I was playing division 1 lacrosse 4 years ago. Tessa sure liked it and I turned more than a few heads at the gym and in the locker room.

“Good to see another man who keeps himself fit.” Commented Mike.

It was a rare compliment from my fiancé’s father. He didn’t usually insult me or anything, he just rarely went out of his way. I sat back down and tried to keep my eyes anywhere but on him. We excited the channel to the open bay and Mike let out a loud sigh, bringing my attention back to him. Our eyes met behind our sunglasses and I could see his lips turn into a half smirk under his moustache. He gunned the engine and we set off.

The engine noise was loud, and Mike was concentrating on navigating. I didn’t know where we were headed, but he seemed to know. I took the opportunity to check him out again. His shirtless 52-year-old body was a wonder. His standard issue suburban-dad cargo shorts were belted, and I couldn’t even see his underwear waistband. 

After about 45 minutes, we were way out in the water. If I had to guess, I’d have said we were a mile or so from the shoreline. Mike throttled back the engine and sat back in the captain’s chair. I sat back on my bench chair too. Mike’s hand reached up and, well, he began to rub his chest. He rubbed his hand through his big, muscular, hairy chest. His lips parted in a silent moan. His eyes were on me.

“Mike…?” my throat went dry when I tried to talk more.

“Paul, I’ve seen the way you look at me. I saw your eyes bug out when I took my shirt off. I’m a cop, it’s my job to notice things.”

He clicked off the engine entirely and moved to the front of the boat, dropping the anchor. He then took his seat again and rubbed more of his chest.

“What about T –“ He cut me off before I could finish.

“They don’t need to know anything. We’re just two guys on a boat.” He said.

His hand found one of his nipples and brushed it. His mustache twitched and he licked his lips.

“Is there anything you want to help me out with, Paul?” Mike asked as he stroked his chest not breaking eye contact.

“Yes. Yes, sir.” I replied, standing up, tenting my board shorts.

I walked over to him and reached out. His hand grabbed mine and brought it to his chest. My fingers dug through the hair, his muscle was firm, his skin was warm. He kept eye contact as he guided my hand over the mount of his pecs over his firm, flat stomach, down to his bulge. He held my hand there for a moment and released it.

“Why don’t we lose our shorts.” He suggested.

In a flash, I undid my shorts and stepped out of them standing stark naked in front of my fiancé’s father. Like I said, I was muscular and fit. I had a nice 8-inch cock that I was very proud of and it was at full mast. I had no idea where this was going but I was damn excited.

Mike unbutton and pulled down the fly then, in one motion, he pulled down his shorts and briefs. I smiled and my jaw dropped a little. He looked to be half hard and was hung very well. His hand fluffed his package a little and his eyes bored into mine. My hands returned to his chest, feeling the swells of muscle and bristles of hair. Slowly I made my way over his nipples and down his front.

I made my way to his swinging, semi hard cock. It had expanded since he’d ditched his shorts but still wasn’t totally hard. I slid my hands over it and Mike moaned. His hands were on his hips and he let me explore his body. I lightly jerked his ever-expanding cock. With the other hand I continued roaming his body. Soon, his cock was too thick for my hand to close and I do not have small hands.

“That’s a two-hander there.” Grunted Mike.

I looked down at my hand, dwarfed by his cock, he wasn’t kidding. 

“Good lord! How big is this thing?” I exclaimed.

“It isn’t done growing yet. It’s 9 long and 7 ‘round.” Mike laughed at my astonishment.

My jaw dropped and his cock kept growing. I was trying to wrap both hands around it, but I couldn’t. Mike was smiling, watching me try to jerk his cock. It was fully hard, and I ran my hand over the head of his dick picking up some precum. Mike moaned deeply. He put a hand on my shoulder indicating to me to let his member go. Reluctantly, I let it out of my grasp.

He sauntered over to the back bench seats of the boat, massive cock rigid leading the way. He sat down, leaned back and motioned for me. I followed him and sat down next to him, our knees touched, my own cock was throbbing and leaking. The sun warmed us and added to the electricity in the air. His big arm wrapped around my shoulders and he leaned in breathing heavily on my ear. His mustache just barely grazed my skin and I melted. I moaned loudly. He smiled, squeezed my shoulder and took my hand, guiding it back to his huge cock.

I felt it throb, it was like a slab of steel. I couldn’t imagine anyone being this hung. Mike grunted his appreciation as my hand traveled its length and girth. 

“You ever suck dick, Paul?” Mike asked.

I blushed and my eyes shot from his crotch up to his face. I slowly nodded. How did he know? Did I give off those vibes? I had always thought I came across as the straight jock that I identified as. Fun times with guys was just that to me, fun times.

“Yes, I have, sir. But I cut that out when I met Tessa.” I replied.

“I’m not going to tell.” Was all he said.

I leaned forward, all the way down to where his fat prick stood at attention. My tongue slid against the warm shaft and Mike groaned. I could smell him, his musk. Sweat was beading on us from the sun. The salty sweaty taste of his skin had my head spinning. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took his engorged head into my mouth. I slid as much I could in, but it was only a few inches. I’d sucked dick before, but I was by no means an expert. His arm went from around my shoulders to stroking my broad muscular back.

Mike widened his legs and motioned for me to get between his knees. I happily complied and crouched down on the bottom of the boat. I grasped his muscled thighs with both hands and lined his thick cock up with my mouth. His precum tasted great and I tried to stuff as much in my mouth as possible.

“Easy there, Paul. Focus on technique do what you think I’ll like. We can work on deepthroating another time.” Murmured Mike.

Another time! This was going to be more than a one time deal? I was ecstatic and doubled down on trying to please the man in front of me, the father of my fiancé. He grunted his approval of my change in focus and spit into his hands. His paws wrapped around the base of his cock and started to jerk it in rhythm with my sucking. I made sure to have some spit slide down his shaft to keep his hands slick. It was obvious he was used to people not being able to take a lot of his cock in their mouths.

After a few minutes, I could tell his flow of precum was increasing. That egged me on to give him the best blowjob I could, I wanted more. He kept jerking the parts of the shaft I couldn’t swallow as I worked my tongue and lips the best I could. I moved my hands from his quads down to his plump nuts, lightly kneading them and grazing his taint.

“That’s it, right there.” Cooed Tessa’s father.

His hands increased their stroke pace on his shaft. I took the hint and increased my efforts on the first few inches and the head. He rocked his hips forward and I heard howl out in pleasure. The first few jets coated the inside of my mouth and I hoarded them with my tongue savoring the taste of his thick seed. More cum spewed out and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He shot rope after rope of cum onto my face. He coated my face from my forehead to my chin with his steaming load.

His chest heaved as the last bits of cum oozed out of his cock. His face was plastered with a smile and he playfully smeared my cum covered chin with his cock and fed it to me from his spent member. I relished every second. As I was sucking on his deflating cock, I began to jerk my aching dick.

“Nuh uh. Your turn.” Mike said as he stood from the bench, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. “Take a seat.”

I was dumbfounded. I didn’t expect him to reciprocate. I climbed onto the bench seat and spread my legs to give him access to my cut 8 incher. He took my place, crouched on the deck of the boat. His hands grasped my cock and I let out a gasp. He chuckled at my reaction and dove in. He easily slid my cock into his mouth and down my throat. His throat muscles undulated around my cock and his tongue danced along my shaft. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. He really knew what he was doing.

As he was skillfully working my cock, he reached up with a free hand and smeared some of his own cum, still clinging to my face, onto his fingers. He nudged my knees apart while he took my dick all the way to the hilt. His nose was grinding into my pubes as I felt him pull me closer to the edge of the bench seat. 

I felt something slick and sticky appear at my hole. It took me a second to realize it was his fingers covered in his own cum that he’d spewed onto my face. I stuck my tongue out as far onto my upper lip as I could and nabbed a glob of his seed and moaned as his first semen covered digit breached my rear. A beat later, a second followed. Nearly instantly, his fingers found my prostate. He deep throated my cock again and his fingers massaged my butt nut.

“FUUCK! MIKE!” I cried out and erupted.

I feel like I damn near blacked out. Torrents of cum exploded into his gullet. Mike didn’t let a drop escape his lips. He kept sucking a massaging my man gland and I kept cumming. Finally, I began to come down as my river of cum eased into a dribble. Mike swallowed it all. He let my softening cock slide out of his mouth and slowly withdrew his fingers from my ass. He was beaming and I was seeing stars.

With his hand which hadn’t just been planted up my rear, he swiped more of his cum from my face onto his fingers as he stood up. He fed me is cum covered fingers and licked them dry. Then he pulled me up off the seat and planted a long easy kiss on my lips. Our tongues met. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.

“How was that?” He asked.

“Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, sir.” I said slowly regaining myself. “How was I?”

“Better than most on the first time. Now go get washed up.” He turned a patted my back.

I didn’t move. I didn’t know where he expected me to get washed up at.

“Fine, I’ll go first.” He said and put his foot on the side of the boat before using it to powerfully jump off and into the bay. 

I hurried in after him. We swam around a little before climbing back onboard the boat and sitting back on the bench seats letting the warm sun dry us. Neither of us put any clothes on and we relaxed. He put his arm around my shoulders again, but this time he pulled me closer to him until our bodies were together and I was resting my head on his shoulder.

“Paul, did you enjoy that? You like sucking cock?” Mike asked, not condescendingly but just as a matter of fact.

“I did enjoy that. I have to say that was the best time I’ve had sucking cock, sir.” I replied. “It didn’t seem like it your first time sucking one either.”

“No. No, Paul, it wasn’t.” he said lazily.

“How’d you know I’d be into it?” I asked.

“Told ya, I saw the way you looked at me. And when I took my shirt off it was obvious.” Chided Mike.

He stroked through my dusting of chest hair as I leaned against him and we sat there in peace with the rocking of the boat on the bay. The proximity we shared had me boning up again. I didn’t attempt to hide it, not after what we had just done. It felt good to let it all hang out like this. Mike noticed my cock rise and got up to fumble in a compartment by the captain’s chair. He came back to the bench seat and sat on my other side. I was leaning away from him now and I saw why. 

In his hand was a small bottle of lube. He squirted some onto his index and middle fingers and rubbed them against my tight hole. Slowly he sunk the first finger in. His other hand rubbed my chest as his knuckles sunk deep into me. He wiggled the finger gently and began to withdraw. A second finger joined it at my sphincter and pressed in.

“Relax and breath, Paul.” He said softly and encouragingly.

Slowly he let his fingers slide in and out. I moaned at the pressure and gripped the vinyl seat. My ass gripped his fingers and soon I felt a third apply pressure and sneak its way in. I grunted at the fullness and pressure I felt. Mike did his best to sooth me. His three thick fingers slowly rocked in and out, almost in sync with the waves. Slow, he pulled them out.

“You ever been fucked?” he asked while his slick fingers traced my hole.

“Years ago, Mike, I mean Mr. Ferris… uh, sir.” I suddenly fumbled over my words.

“Why don’t you call me Dad?” he said though it wasn’t really a question.

“Thanks, Dad.” I smiled back, somehow saying that to him made my cock harder.

“I’m glad I’ll have you as a son-in-law.” He said, “Ever have your ass eaten?”

“No, Dad.” I said and my cock throbbed.

His mustache twitched and he smiled. He lifted my legs up and toward my chest. I could feel the breeze on my hole. He then rested my legs on his shoulders and soon I could his mustache on my taint. It drove me crazy! Then I felt his tongue lap at my hole and up my taint. His tongue applied pressure and was soon inside. It felt amazing, and I was able to relax as he ate my ass with vigor. He came up for air replacing his tongue with fingers and swiped his tongue at my leaking cock.

“Looks like you like.” I smiled at me.

“It feels incredible.” I breathed.

“Wanna get fucked?” Mike asked with a hopeful look.

“Yes, fuck me. Fuck me, Dad.” I said as my cock throbbed.

Mike moaned when I called him Dad. I could feel his already greased up enormous cock sliding between my cheeks.

“I’ll take it easy.” Mike grinned at me referencing his massive cock.

His fingers, mouth and tongue, and fingers again had relaxed and lubed my hole. But I wasn’t ready for what came next. The heat and girth of his plump head begged entry into my ass.

“Breath, relax.” Cooed Mike rubbing my chest.

My ass gave way and his huge cock began to slide in. It hurt like hell.

“Jeezus! I feel like I’m tearing apart.” I howled.

“That’s just the head. You’re doing great.” Mike let it sit there for me to adjust.

After minutes, he slowly rocked his hips back and forth. He was only going a few inches deep but that was all I could take.

“You like me inside of you?” he asked.

“You’re so fucking big.” I grunted.

“You’re so fucking tight… Son.” He rocked in when he said Son and my cock throbbed.

He rocked back and forth more. The pain was beginning to subside, and it felt incredible. I knew that it was only a few inches in, and he was taking it easy on me, but I loved it. My cock leaked and ached, but I was gripping the seat to anchor myself.

“Your tight little hole is gonna make your Daddy cum.” Groaned Mike.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to cum too.

“Cum for me, Dad.” I breathed back.

“I’m gonna fill you up, Son.” He rocked in a little and grasped my cock.

My cock pulsed and erupted. My ass spasmed around his fat cockhead and he hosed down my guts. We both howled in pleasure releasing our seed. I was drenched in sweat and my cum. Mike pulled his cockhead out of my hole and sat back on the seat. His hairy, muscled chest matted with sweat, heaved as he caught his breath. My ass felt empty. Empty like it never had before. 

Mike’s cock slowly started deflating. Its head was still shiny with his cum. I got down before him and started to lick his cum off his cockhead. He groaned at the sensitivity of having just cum but relented. When I had all the cum off and in my mouth, he pulled me up to him. He licked my chest and abs, gathering some of my seed on his tongue and mustache then pulled me in for a kiss. Our tongues and cum mingled as we made out. We fell to he deck of the boat, hairy, muscled, Mike, the father of my fiancé on top of me. We made out and writhed our bodies together. I never wanted it to end.

“Sun’s gonna start going down soon. Time to head back.” Mike eventually said.

We took another dip in the bay to clean up and, unfortunately, got dressed. We had to head back, Tessa and her mother would be back from shopping soon. We both enjoyed each other’s company in silence on the way back to the channel. Once the engine noise dissipated in the no-wake-zone we could hear each other.

“I had a great time, Son.” Mike said with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

“Me too, Dad.” I beamed.

“I think we’ll get along just nicely.” He laughed as he adjusted himself.

We had a nice dinner that evening, and Tessa turned in early. I stayed up to watch some of the game on TV by myself. On my way to bed, I passed Mike and Tessa’s mother’s room. I heard the bedsprings straining and stifled moans. Mike was fucking his wife with his mammoth cock and I boned up thinking about how I could still feel his load leaking from my ass.

Two nights after Jace pounded me out, he was already wanting more. It seems I’m always in heat with that cock lock on me 24/7, so I was more than ready to submit and give up my pussy to Jace.

However, Jace had a special request.  His text read, 

“I wanna fuck a cummy pussy. Get some loads and then text me when you’re ready.”

Fuck, what was I to do?

I logged into some hook up apps and some sites and soon as I was chatting up a few different guys.

One that seemed interesting was a Hispanic closeted  bi-‘arrived guy of 42. His wife was out of town and he wanted to hook up with a bottom. He was 5’11”, 185, hairy, beard, and nice thick 8.5” uncut dick. While his profile description was detailed, he was unwilling to share a face pic. His cock hooked me like a magnet and I was reeled in. Even agreeing to being fucked wearing a blindfold.

With logistics ironed out, the hook up would entail me walking into his front room where there would be a blindfold on the back of a chair. I was to bend over the chair. He was simply going to lube up his cock and fuck me. Not ideal, but I needed to get me some nut so Jace would want to fuck me later.

He lived only 20 minutes away so I drove over, parked by the curb and walked inside. I was a little nervous, but I took a deep breath and exhaled, thinking of Jace’s dicking that I’d be earning later. I walked inside, took my place bent over the back of the chair, pulled my shorts down to my ankles, and put the blindfold on covering my eyes completely.

After a minute or so, I heard some footsteps coming near and then a warm hand rubbing my backside.

“Nice ass. Better than the pictures”, he said in a slight accent.

Then I heard him open the lube and I heard him stroking his cock. Within seconds, he pushed down on my back and then pushed his thick cock inside me. I grunted, as did he. 

“Oh fuck, that’s good. Such a tight ass!”

Then, one hand gripped my hip and the other pulled the waistband of my jockstrap like a handle and he began a slow and steady pace of banging out my hole. It did feel great, I just wish I could see him, but with the aid of the blindfold I was able to focus on the sensations in my rectum, with his thick and hard erection, he increased his pace and it only took 5-7 minutes before his body tensed up and I tightened the grip on his cock and he pummeled his Spanish seed into my bowels. I felt many sting pulses of jizz being pushed out of his shaft and right inside of me.  “Oohhh fuck yeah, ooohhhh yeah”, I moaned, enjoying the seeding I was receiving. There’s nothing quite like feeling a cock explode in your ass, and I love it every single time.

And like that it was over and he pulled out and left the room. I removed the blindfold, pulled up my shorts and left. As I was walking back to my car, I had another message in my inbox from another local top wanting to seed me. I’d met him once before.

This guy is a tall Black man…with a nice big dick, only 27 or 28, very thin, and loved to seed older White guys. I remembered meeting him that one time maybe over a year ago. If my memory was correct, he didn’t fuck me too long before he nutted. He was a perfect candidate because the prize was Jace, and I was willing to bend over for a couple of minutes to add to the mix of semen already swirling around my guts.

I had him meet me at my place. Like the fuck prior, I had him breed me in my living room because I wanted it to be quick. No need to take things to the bedroom. I had already stripped down to my jock by the time he arrived. He’d grown a full beard since I’d seen him last. He looked distinguished, and hotter! I welcomed him inside, shut the door, and dropped to my knees. No need for pleasantries. We both knew what we wanted.

I reached my hands into his unzipped fly and pulled out that meaty big dick. He’s slightly longer than Jace’s 8.5, but not as thick. Still, a challenge for deep throating, and one that I happily accepted. I moaned and slobbered all over that big cock, rubbing my moustache all over its length. This guy grabbed his throbbing wood and began to beat my face with it. “Ohhhh yeah!”, I moaned. I love getting slapped by a hard dick. He slapped me across the face with it several times before telling me to open my mouth and throat fucking me. I remembered him telling me last time that not many guys could take his cock all the way, so I was glad I could service him so well.

I pulled off him and looked up into his eyes, “fuck me! I want this dick up my ass. Now.”

I spun around and presented my already fucked out he to him. His cock had so much of my throat juices all over it, no lube needed. I reached behind and pulled my cheeks apart and when his cockhead pushed through my ring, I felt elated.  The rest of his cock glided inside me like a knife through butter.

“Ooohhhhh yes. Ooohhhhh that feels good. Fuck that ass. Fuck it good!” I was wild with lust from that cock invading my pussy.

This top responded to my demands by grabbing my shoulders and fucking me hard and deep. My eyes opened wider on every down stroke, his cock probing my innards and causing me to moan on the highest of pitches only reached when I’m getting my brains fucked out. His young Black hips began to forcefully thrust in and out, that cock flying in and out. I felt it harden.

“Ohhh breed that fucking pussy. Fill me up. Give me that dick. Fuck yes, fuck YES! oooohhhh fuck yes!!” I cried out as he shot his nut inside me. I felt euphoric from being used by this young buck. My pussy was tingling. My locked cock was dripping.

It was time to text Jace now. I was ready. I wanted more!

“How many loads you got in that pussy?”, he asked.

“Two. A Spanish guy and a Black guy”.

“Good job. Keep that cum inside you until I get there. I’ll be there soon”

I laid flat on my stomach on my bed, doing everything I could to keep those loads from escaping my chute.

Jace came barreling up the stairs and found me on my stomach.

“Open that hole for me, I wanna see that wet pussy.”

I reached behind me and open my hole.

Jace stuck two finger inside and pulled some cum out and fed it to me. He did it a couple more times and then said, “I’m gonna fuck you with the rest.”

He didn’t even pull off his shirt but he pulled down his shorts and rubbed that cock against my butt crack, and when his hardness found my wet hole, he shoved right inside.

“You slut, you like taking those loads for me? Ya pussy so fucking wet fucking slut!”

Jace continued his onslaught of verbal “degradation” (knowing I LOVE it), all through the fuck. He shouted into my ear, and then, right when he was gonna blow, he growled, “take my fucking nut you Faggot, fuckkk what a fucking slut!”

I’d not felt Jace come that aggressive and that hard in a long time. It was special. When he pulled out there was so much cum all over his cock. It made for a wonderful tasting treat! I was like a hungry pig devouring that cum I’d earned!

Jace left me and I was still so horned up. I decided to ride one of my toys until I spewed out some cum from my locked cock, bringing me a little relief from my blue balls. 

I have been enamored by black men and their big black cocks for as long as I can remember. This fascination has led me to have some explicit fantasies and intense masturbation sessions over the years. This is one of those fantasies, I hope you enjoy it and I hope sometime to actually experience it or at least something close to it.

I was leaving work today headed home for a long weekend that I hoped would be filled with sex, lots of sex. Lately I have been thinking a lot about being the little white boy toy to a group of well endowed black men. This weekend I intended to find them and serve them as a good submissive white bottom boy should do.

Once at home I showered and cleaned my boy pussy out really good then logged into my favorite web site, Squirt.org to see what I could find in the local cruising area. Once in there I clicked through several places until one caught my eye and clicked on it for its information. It was for an adult bookstore in a predominately black area of a nearby city.

I got my favorite toy out, a realistic looking 8 inch thick black dildo. I soon had it buried to the base in my hungry boy pussy and began moving up and down on it while I checked out what this ABS had going for it. The bio for it said it had a video arcade and some of the booths were larger than others. They all had glory holes but the larger ones had holes in three walls as well as a small sofa. These larger booths could accommodate 3-4 people in them.

It also said that it was mostly black men that went there with an occasional woman. Whites were warned that if they didn’t like black cock they should stay away. I decided to go check it out. It was a nice warm day so all I wore was a loose t-shirt, shorts and sandals. I was commando. Dressed like this the Jack of Spades tattoo on my ankle could easily be seen. I figured this would get me all the black cock I wanted while there.

I parked around in back and there were several cars back there as well. If the number of cars was any kind of indicator it seems like there might be a good crowd in there today. I walked in the back door and took a minute to look around the store. I was drawing some looks from those already inside, some not so friendly looks among them. When I asked to clerk about the booths he told me it cost $10 to go back there and that was good as long as I stayed back there, there was no in and out allowed.

As I walked through the entry to the booths I heard the clerk telling one of the guys there, “I hope that cracka knows what he is in for here”. The guy said, “I think he does, did you notice the tattoo on his ankle?” The clerk told him he didn’t. He told the clerk, “it was a Jack of Spades; I think he is going to get exactly what he wants in there. I just hope he can handle it all.” “Buzz me in John; I’m gonna go get me some of that white pussy.”

When I got into the booth area I walked around checking out all the booths even though I knew exactly which one I wanted to go in. I wanted to show all the guys standing around what they had here to work with though before going into the booth. As I walked past several of them I felt grabbing my ass and telling me what they were going to do with me back here and that they don’t get many white boys in here.

I finally found the larger booths and they were open so I picked one and went into it. I and found some interracial porn playing. It was a sissy with two black guys. I took my clothes off and sat on the sofa. I heard someone go into an adjacent booth and saw light up from the video screen. I was stroking my cock and watching the holes in the walls for some cocks to come through and didn’t have to wait long for it. I knelt down in front of the first big black cock that came through and slowly slid it past my lips into my mouth. I was bobbing up and down on it and it didn’t take but a minute before I got my mouth blasted with a load of cum. I turned and both of the other holes now had cocks in them. I began sucking one and then the other one until they both gave me my rewards.

Before I could get back to the first hole someone opened the door and came into my booth with me. He didn’t say anything he just turned me towards him and shoved his cock into my mouth. He took his time fucking my mouth going as far into my throat as he could then pulling out, slapping my face with his cock then shoving it back in. I felt his cock begin to swell and pulse as he started shooting his load. I struggled to swallow all of it but finally managed to. He left and I could see a line of men at the door.

The next one to come in told me to bend over the sofa so he could breed my white boy pussy. Thankfully I had already lubed up before I got in here because he just lined up with my hole and rammed his way into it. While he started pounding my ass I found my face lined up with one of the holes and started sucking the cock that came through it.

I was used like this for over an hour and fucked and sucked at least 20 big black cocks in that time. Then I was left in there alone as it seemed like everyone had had their turn with me and left. I put my clothes back on and started to leave. As I walked back out into the store area the clerk stopped me. He told me I couldn’t go yet because he didn’t get his turn on my white honky ass. He told me to come behind the counter and suck his cock for him, which I did without any hesitation. He stopped me once his cock was hard and turned me around, bent me over the stool he sat on and fucked me. As he was fucking me a customer came in and saw us but just watched.

When the clerk finished fucking me and pulled out he offered me to the new guy and told him to go ahead and take me in the back and use both my holes as I was the stores new Jack of Spades.

The new Champ Vinny Muscle Stallion and his Coach and lover, the retired, undefeated Champ Black Alpha, made their way through the crowds towards the dressing room. Chants of “VMS CHAMP! VMS CHAMP!” filled the arena, serenading the two Alpha Hunks as they headed to the locker room. “This is all for you Stallion,” said the chiseled ebony wrestler in Vinny’s ear. The Bay Ridge Hero grinned back. Both hunks were sweaty and naked, having just brutally fucked Vinny’s opponent Daddy Dom Sal (aka Blue Alpha Heel) and his Coach Stan in the ring following Vinny’s victory. The olive-skinned Stallion’s 8” cut cock remained semi-hard and cum still dripped from its slit as he walked. Black Alpha’s 9” cut cock was still wet from the cum he had deposited into Stan’s pulverized hole. A few in the throng tried to grope the Heroes but were brushed aside. Vinny held his new TSWF title belt at his side and periodically raised it over his head to excited chants from the rowdy fans.

As soon as they were through the curtain and alone, Black Alpha dropped to his knees. As Vinny’s baseball bat of a cock loomed in front of his face, BA opened his mouth and swallowed the Stallion’s manhood down to the root. He worked his lips up and down the hardening shaft then swirled them around the big mushroom head, cleaning off the remaining cum. The handsome retired Champ gazed upwards at Vinny’s smooth washboard abs and 54” chest and his beautiful face with blue eyes and black wavy hair. The Stallion’s 6’2” 235lbs body blocked out the light as he pumped his hips forward and back beginning to face fuck BA. The sexy sight made Black Alpha’s 9” cock bolt upright and he began jerking himself as he let Vinny’s hard dick own his mouth. With sex hazed eyes, Vinny stared down at the ebony hunk, all 6’4” 245lbs of him with 54” pecs and 24” biceps.

Both men began to moan as their cum loads were rising. BA could taste fresh spurts of pre-cum. Suddenly, one of the promoters of the Tri-State Wrestling Federation, Dandy Dawson, approached them from the shadows. “Hunks!!! What a match! What a fucking! The video from tonight will sell like hotcakes.” Seeing Black Alpha’s head bobbing and slurping on the Champ’s cock, Dawson gasped out “Oh, oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude!” As Black Alpha stood up, Vinny sighed “That’s okay. We should have waited until we got to the locker room.”

Black Alpha resisted the temptation to force Dawson onto his knees to finish off both Hunky Heroes. The promoter said cheerfully “We set up TV cameras in the locker room. That way, the fans in the arena can watch you two go at it in celebration of Vinny’s big victory. Don’t worry, you two will get paid double for your trouble.” Dawson winked. “Fuck you!” exclaimed the Stallion, “Our private time is no one’s business but our own. We’re done performing tonight!” Black Alpha weighed in “You heard the Champ, Dandy. No fucking cameras!” He took Vinny by his 22” right bicep and began walking towards the locker room doors.

After the two men had passed, Dawson raised a walkie-talkie to his mouth and said “Okay Plan B, Plan B.” “Gotcha Boss,” came the reply in a familiar voice.

In the locker room, waiting for the new Champ and Black Alpha were two of the nastiest Heels in the TSWF. The duo wore matching tight black tank tops and black Speedos. Both had ultimately lost to the retired Champ but not before almost vanquishing him. The first was the massive muscular ginger stud RedDante. His height at 6’4” matched Black Alpha’s but he weighed at least 270lbs. His body was all smooth except for a shock of red hair in his pits and a ginger treasure trail down his cut abs to cropped red pubes. He wore piercings in his large nipples and had sexy blue and green tattoos on his 25” guns. His 55” pecs were sculpted, and he had a huge back and shoulders tapering down to a 34” waist above 35” quads.” His cock was above average at 7.5” in length but what amazed everyone was its girth. RD’s cock was simply the fattest in the Tri-State Wrestling Fed. He could stretch any hole beyond recognition.

RedDante put down the walkie-talkie and grinned malevolently at none other than JackedStud, the now 26-year old blonde Tarzan of the TSWF. He had long wavy blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Beneath his tank top were 55” smooth pecs with big brown nips. JackedStud kept his pits clean-shaven. His 23” biceps were perfectly sculpted. His Speedos sat above his 35” quads and covered the largest cock in the Fed. It was a 10” cut monster that was as fat as Rocco Steele’s although not quite as fat as RD’s. His muscled frame was massive at 6’6” and 250lbs. The blonde giant had a big score to settle with Black Alpha.

RedDante said “You heard the Boss! It’s payback time. We’re gonna turn these would-be Alpha Heroes into our Bottom Bitches. How the mighty will fall!” JackedStud laughed “I fucking love Plan B. And Black Alpha’s all mine. That asshole destroyed my hole twice. It’s only fair I own his tonight!” The thought made the blond Tarzan’s big dick semi-hard and he slipped his left hand inside the pouch of his Speedos and adjusted his thick cock so it pointed diagonally up and to the right. RedDante couldn’t help but notice, which made him horny as well. “Okay places!” he exclaimed. JackedStud winked and turned out the lights. The fans inside the arena began buzzing as the large TV screens went black.

Vinny and Black Alpha opened the locker room doors and were surprised it was dark. “Who turned off the….” the Stallion started to ask when WHAP! the new Champ felt a metal chair slam down on his upper back knocking him onto his knees. “UGH!!!” he cried as he dropped his title belt. Then another WHAP! as a second metal chair slammed into Black Alpha’s back sending him to his knees as well. Before either Hero could react, the unseen metal chairs BANGED down on each of their heads, and both men collapsed onto the concrete floor on their stomachs. The ginger giant flung his chair away and flicked on the locker room lights. Now the crowd in the auditorium could see the Champ and retired Champ prostrate on the floor, their naked butts on full display and the two Heels standing over them.

“FUCK YEAH!” shouted JackedStud as he dropped his chair and lept onto Black Alpha’s back. RedDante immediately followed jumping onto the Stallion’s back. Both Heels threaded their forearms through their victims’ pits as RedDante yelled “OKAY, ON THE COUNT OF THREE….ONE, TWO, THREE!” and both villains wrapped their hands around the Hunky Heroes’ throats and yanked their heads up, contorting and compressing their backs in two CAMEL CLUTCHES. “NNNNGGGHHHHHHH!!!” groaned the woozy Stallion and barely conscious former Champ. RedDante reared back increasing the pressure on Vinny’s back. “HEY PONY! HOW’S THIS FEEL?” he taunted while JackedStud laughed. As the reality of what was going on dawned on them, the stunned fans in the arena began booing. They could see the anguished faces of their Muscle Hunks as the two Heels literally rode their backs and pulled backwards on their upper torsos.

As if on cue, RD and JS suddenly released their grips, and the Stallion and Black Alpha both face planted onto the floor. SPLAT! Then Dandy Dawson entered the locker room. “Gentlemen, gentlemen!” he said in his cherry voice, “Is this any way to treat our Champs?” The ginger giant and blonde Tarzan snickered and got to their feet giving each other a high five. Then both Heels reached down and grabbed the heads of their prey before yanking them between their massive quads. They each pulled the Heroes’ muscled arms into chicken wings across their broad backs. “READY?” asked JackedStud. “READY!” shouted RedDante. With Dandy Dawson giving his thumbs up, the two bodybuilders dropped to their knees and SLAMMED the Champs’ faces onto the floor in a DOUBLE PEDIGREE!

As RedDante and JackedStud rose, they could see the Muscle Hunks’ bodies quivering reflexively. “I LOVE PLAN B!” hollered JackedStud. The two Heels leaned down and together dragged an unsteady Black Alpha to his feet as his 9” cut cock bounced up and down. Damn if it wasn’t semi-hard! Dandy then handed both Heels strands of rope and what looked like a ball gag. They went to work as Vinny now lay motionless and wrapped ropes around Black Alpha’s wrists and ankles. They maneuvered his muscled body between two columns in the locker room and tied his arms into a “V” above his head and his legs into an inverted “V”. JackedStud then shoved the ball gag into the ebony Champ’s mouth as he pressed the pouch of his black Speedos into BA’s ass crack.

JS’s 10” monster cock was already fully hard and it’s mushroom head peeked out above his waistband. He wrapped his arms around Black Alpha’s cut abs and dry humped the undefeated retired Champ whose eyes suddenly bulged out. “I can’t wait to fuck your candy ass hole!” he sneered into the bound hunk’s ear. Black Alpha began to strain as he felt the hardness of the Tarzan’s big dick and wetness in his crack from JackedStud’s pre-cum as it leaked from his slit.

Dandy snorted “Nice work gentlemen,” before reaching into his pocket and handing RedDante another item. What was it? The fans tried to see on the TV screens. RD approached the bound and gagged former Champ and with one hand grabbed his big smooth balls and SQUEEZED and TWISTED them. “AAAGGGGGHHHH!” came muffled screams from the ebony Hero as his balls were manhandled. As his semi-hard dick deflated, RedDante quickly affixed a cock cage to Black Alpha’s 9” cock. CLICK! And so there it was….a former never defeated Champ bound, gagged and LOCKED. The crowd was almost mesmerized as their ebony Hero was humiliated in the locker room.

RedDante and JackedStud now turned their attention to the new Champ who had started to regain consciousness and got to his hands. RD stood over Vinny as he placed one hand on the ginger hunk’s left shin and the other on his right quad. The Stallion tried to pull himself up RedDante’s frame next reaching for the waistband of the giant’s black Speedos. It was a classic CRAWL OF SHAME and before Vinny could wrap his other hand around RD’s obliques, the red-haired Heel placed his hands on Vinny’s shoulders and SLAMMED his body back to the floor. The Stallion twisted onto his stomach and then found himself at the feet of JackedStud. Once again the new Champ tried to crawl up the muscled body of his tormentor and once more he was shoved ceremoniously to the floor. Black Alpha was trying to say something through his ball gag but it was too muffled.

On his back, the naked Stallion stared up at the two massive Heels. His 8” dick lay on his abs just above his closely cropped black pubes. “He’s all yours,” said Dandy Dawson before handing yet another item to RedDante. It looked like a black horsetail with a butt plug at the top. RD chortled “Thanks Boss! Did I say we love Plan B?” Dawson smiled back and left the room. JackedStud grabbed Vinny’s wavy black hair and twisted his body onto his stomach before pulling him up onto all fours. “OKAY PONY,” he yelled, “TIME TO GIVE YOU A TAIL!” With that, RedDante SLAMMED the butt plug into the former Stallion’s hole. “OH FUCK!” screamed Vinny as more muffled sounds emanated from the bound BA.

The two Heels snorted as, in unison, they peeled down their black Speedos. JackedStud’s 10” cock shot upright. RedDante’s semi-hard thicker than a beer can cock dripped jizz as it was freed from his gear. RD clambered onto Vinny’s back and wrapped his black Speedo around the Champ’s face. He yanked Vinny’s head back. “YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A PONY BITCH!” he sneered. The Champ inhaled RD’s cum scent as he moved his head side to side trying to free himself of the gag. JackedStud pulled off his tank top and stepped in front of Vinny’s face. He proceeded to bitch slap the Muscle Bitch’s cheeks and mouth with his big dick spraying the olive-skinned hunk with his pre-cum. JackedStud leaned forward and his mouth found RedDante’s in a passionate kiss. As he pulled back, JS said “Let me gag this gelding with something else!” RD winked and released his gag from Vinny’s mouth as JackedStud pushed his hard cock into that same mouth and throat. The humiliated Champ’s nose bumped up against the root of JS’s cock feeling nothing but smooth skin. He started gagging but the blonde Tarzan held his head firmly as saliva and pre-cum leaked from the sides of his mouth. RedDante reached back and grabbed the horse tail before pushing the butt plug even deeper into the Champ’s hole. Black Alpha looked on with horror but was helpless to interfere to protect his lover and trainee.

By now the audience was frozen watching TV screens and getting more horned up by the spectacle in the locker room. A few started chanting “DP! DP!” and surprisingly several more fans joined in. Were they turning on their Heroes? Even in the locker room the chants could be heard by the muscled Heels. Winking at one another. the blonde Tarzan pulled out of Vinny’s mouth and lay down on his back with his hard 10” dick standing straight up. RedDante yanked the Champ’s butt plug free and stood up. He dragged Vinny’s smooth muscled body onto JS’s until the Pony Bitch straddled JackedStud’s lower abs. Both Heels then noticed that Vinny’s 8” cut cock was bolt upright and leaking. The Champ had been turned on by being skull fucked and butt plugged. Black Alpha tried to shout “NNNNOOOOOO!” but it was unavailing as Vinny lifted his hips, positioned the Tarzan’s huge cockhead at his opening and IMPALED himself on it, moaning as the fat dick brushed against his prostate. “THAT’S MY PONY BITCH!” shouted JackedStud as his cock went balls deep and he started pistoning into the Champ’s ass.

RedDante watched the action while stroking his even fatter cock to its full hardness. “SLOW DOWN FOR A SECOND!” he hollered. JackedStud eased his tempo and RD moved in behind Vinny’s exposed ass, pressed his big log of a cock against JackedStud’s and, slowly but surely, STRETCHED the pony bottom’s hole until he pushed inside. “AAAAHHHHHH, FUUUUUCCKKKK!” moaned Vinny. The fans gasped collectively. Their Hero’s chute was now double penetrated by the two fattest cocks in the Tri-State Wrestling Federation. And they were off to the races. JackedStud picked up his pace again as RedDante pounded the Jobber Champ’s ass. Vinny’s hard cock bounced up and down with each thrust. Black Alpha’s 9” dick, also turned on, was now straining in his cock cage.

The new Champ was now shouting “FUCK ME, MAKE ME YOUR BITCH, HARDER, HARDER, HARDER!!!” And the fans started to roar “FUCK THE BITCH! FUCK HIM HARD!” Vinny’s eyes rolled backwards as the unbelievable pounding of his prostate made his load rise then EXPLODE HANDSFREE with ropes of his white hot cum splashing onto JackedStud’s face and open mouth. With simultaneous shouts of “I’M CUMMING!!!” the two Heels detonated deep inside the pony’s hole. “AAAAAAAUUUUUFFFFFF!!!” Now the rowdy crowd was on its feet cheering the two Heels’ destruction of the Hunky Champ’s hole. Just then Black Alpha grunted loudly and streams of cum flowed out of the sides of his cock cage. The sight of his lover being fucked by two massive cocks had overwhelmed him.

As RedDante and JackedStud came down from their releases, RD retrieved the horse tail butt plug and, as their cum smeared cocks pulled free of the pony’s hole, he JAMMED the plug back into it, preventing any of the Heels’ cum from leaking out. Vinny collapsed onto the smooth chest of the blonde Tarzan, his face falling into the valley between the stud’s 55” pecs. JackedStud raised his right arm over his head and his left hand shoved Vinny’s nose and mouth into his sweaty hairless pit. “THAT’S IT BITCH. LICK IT LIKE THE SLUT YOU ARE!” commanded the blonde giant and Vinny let his tongue explore the moist dank pit, moaning as he did so.

RedDante could see that JackedStud’s huge cock was already swelling up and he couldn’t resist leaning forward and closing his lips around the mushroom head. He tasted the remnants of the blonde hunk’s release as he swirled his tongue around the head and slit and then swallowed most of the hardening 10” shaft. JackedStud moaned in unison with Vinny. As his massive member became fully erect inside RedDante’s mouth he turned to look at the bound, gagged and locked Ebony Hero and the cum still leaking from the bitch’s cock cage. “FINALLY!” yelled JackedStud as he shoved the naked Bay Ridge Pony off and pulled his big dick free of RD’s mouth. He rose and went over to Black Alpha. He bitch slapped the former Champ then stepped behind him and let his thick wet cock slide up and down the bound stud’s ass crack. RedDante felt his own fat dick plumping up as JackedStud wrapped his arms around the ebony hunk’s 54” pecs and snorted in his ear. “It’s time Black Beta Bitch. Tell me you want it!” The retired Champ’s eyes darted around the room and he gasped through the ball gag “Just free my cock, please!”

JackedStud nodded at RD who approached and unlocked the cage. 9” of the finest BBC in the Tri-State Fed sprung free. RedDante fell to his knees and sucked the big cut head into his eager mouth just as JackedStud felt his hard dick bump against Black Alpha’s pucker. Without warning, the blonde Tarzan thrust his manhood into BA’s hole as the crowd in the arena went wild. “OOOHHHHHHHH GGGOOOOODDDDDDDD!” cried out the former Champ as the 10” monster invaded his bowels. JackedStud wasted no time pumping his hips and pounding hard into BA over and over again as the Hero groaned loudly “OOHHHH FFFUUUCCCCKKK. YES, YES, FUUUCCCKKK MMMEEEEEEE! MAKE ME YOUR BOTTOM BITCH WHORE!”

RedDante could suck a big cock better than most. Without gagging he deep throated BA’s cock while applying maximum suction. He stroked his fat dick as he went down on the former Champ. Within minutes, Black Alpha was screaming out his second release and cumming buckets down the ginger giant’s throat while RD’s beer can cock let loose another big load, this time onto the concrete floor of the locker room.

JackedStud kept pummeling the retired Champ’s hole. He could feel his load rising and soon passed the point no return. He SLAMMED all 10” inside and held it there while his cock pulsed and spasmed and cum flooded into the Ebony Stud’s canal. “AAAAUUUUUUFFFFFF!!!” shouted the blonde Tarzan as he finally marked BA as his bottom bitch. The horny fans were going crazy in the auditorium.

Once JackedStud pulled free he tightened his 23” right bicep around Black Alpha’s throat and SQUEEZED applying his patented SLEEPER HOLD. Within seconds, Black Alpha’s sculpted body went limp KO’d by his former foe. RedDante yanked the olive-skinned Muscle Hunk and his black horsetail to his feet and applied his own sleeper, squeezing Vinny’s throat with his powerful 25” cep. The Champ’s legs buckled and RD tossed his unconscious body at the feet of Black Alpha. Cum still dripped from the former Champ’s cock and now it fell on the humiliated pony’s face.

The two Heels gave each other a fist bump and embraced in a tight hug. Dandy Dawson reappeared and gave each bodybuilder a check. “You guys were perfect! The best Alpha Dogs in the Tri-State Fed! Such domination! Such humiliation!” “PLAN B!” both Heels yelled in response as they exited the locker room.

The TV camera slowly closed in on Vinny’s KO’d naked body lying on his back under the leaking 9” cut cock of his naked and unconscious lover before fading to black.

~All Characters Are Over 18~

*Warning; this story contains Non-con and Cumflation*

RIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGG

My dad pauses on his way to the stars.

“Head on up babe, I’ll be right behind you.” he tells his huge boyfriend Cato.

RIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGG

He crosses the room to the front door and into my view. His massive cock is on full display, slathered in his Cum and swinging between his thick, naked thighs. I stare at his large, muscular rear from my position on the couch, my face squished sideways into a pillow and my booty held aloft by my enormous, swollen belly. He swings the door open to reveal my two best friends, standing in the doorway. My stomach drops and my memory flashes back to a week ago when I invited them over to celebrate this morning.

“M-m-mister J-Johnson.” my friend Simon stammers. Even from where I lie, I can see both my friend’s eyes fixed on my dad’s groin.

“W-we’re here for L-Leo’s birthday.”

“Oh, of course!” my dad chuckles, “Come on in!”

The two boys shuffle in, their eyes still glued to my dad’s ripped body.

I meant both of them playing soccer, many, many years ago, and we’ve been close ever since. Simon is a year older than me at 19 years old. He’s around 5’8 with a thin but toned body. His skin is a light ivory, and he has shaggy sandy hair.

18 year old Kai is shorter and stockier than Simon at around 5’6 with broader muscles covered with deep almond skin. His hair is short and spiky, standing off his head.

“He’s hanging out in here, he’s a little tired, but you all are welcome to celebrate.” My dad motions to my limb body.

My friends finally tear their eyes away from my dad to look over at me.

“Holy shit dude! You good?” Kai exclaims.

“He’s fine, but he probably can’t talk so well right now.” My dad smiles.

I moan and Cum gurgles in my mouth.

“You two know how to stuff a turkey?” My dad queries.

“Huh?” Kai cocks his head.

“You boys must watch porn, just imagine he’s some girl in need of a plowing.”

“Like… really?” Simon fidgets with his hand as he stares at my Cum covered body.

“You bet! You might want to empty him out first, just give that big belly a press. I’ll be upstairs if you guys need anything, have fun!” My dad turns briskly and walks up the stairs.

“Hey dude.” Kai walks over and runs a finger down my back.

“Look at all that jizz!” Simon walks over too and they both stand over me for a second.

“Wanna flip him?” Simon asks.

“Sure.”

They both stick their hands under my body and strain to flip me.

“Jesus! He’s so heavy!” Kai grunts.

They finally reveal my enormous tummy and step back, breathing deeply.

Simon places his hand on my stomach and I feel it sink down.

“Whoa! Feel this!”

They lay their four hands down and kneed my abdomen. The liquid inside me sloshes around, spilling out through my holes. All of a sudden, Kai lets his full weight press his hand down. Cato and my dad’s Cum surges out of me, rocketing between my legs, blasting my mouth wide, and surging through my nose.

“Look at that!” Simon exclaims. He joins Kai in evacuating my insides until I lay with my stomach slat in a puddle of Cum.

“Jesus!” Simon studies his sticky hands. “That was crazy!”

They both stare at me in silence.

“Should we really do this? I’m not gay.” Simon shifts his weight.

“Well, remember Mr. Johnson said just imagine he’s like a girl. Girls have assholes too.”

“You wanna strip then?”

“On three, one, two, three.”

They both yank down their shorts, Kai with his gray gym shorts and Simon with his cargo shorts, and stand in their underclothes. Simon is wearing black athletic boxer briefs topped with a t-shirt of his favorite band, and Kai is wearing tight blue briefs under a tight white tank top. I groan as I see huge bulges at their crotch. I can tell they’re both soft, but even so they stretch around 6 inches. Simon’s descends down his leg, and Kai’s is trapped sideways along his waist.

They stand awkwardly, not meeting each other’s eyes, and I see their bulges begin to grow until they’re straining against their bindings, barely covered.

“Ready?” Kai mumbles.

“Yup” Simon grasps his waistband, and together they swiftly yank down their final covering. Both rods spring hard outward as the underwear falls to the floor.

My friends finally looks up and start checking each other out, becoming less self-conscious.

“Nice cock.” Kai grins, “How big?”

“It’s about 11 and a half, you?” Simon replies.

“Damn! You got me beat, 11 and a quarter on my best days.” Kai shrugs and points over to me. “Shall we?”

He sticks his hands behind and under onto me and manages to flip me back over, my body laying flat now.

“Holy shit! Your ass looks so much bigger naked, damn!” He grabs my tush hard and squishes his fingers deep.

He moans, “Bro, feel this!”

Simon lays his hands on my other cheek and presses lightly before pulling back and giving it a hard smack. I feel it bounce and I grunt.

They grope my bum for a while, letting out small grunts and moans. Simon is the first to pull away.

“I wanna start, you done?”

“Sure, you go ahead first, but don’t keep him too long.” Kai takes a step back and plonks himself down on the floor.

Simon grips my thighs and pulls me until my butt is hanging over the arm of the couch.

My hole is so sore, I barely feel him pressing until he plunges inside me. Even though he is not as big as my dad, I still yelp and tears roll down my face.

He buries himself in me and I feel his balls press against my cheeks. His thrusts are jerky, and he lets out a small grunt with each. He rides me for around five minutes before his meat starts to flex, and then he’s shooting his liquid inside me. By the time he’s done, I feel modestly full, but I can tell my belly has barely changed shape.

“Fuuuuuccckkkk.” Simon moans as he slides himself out of me.

“That was pretty pog, I gotta say.” Kai laughs, ripping off his tank top. “Now scooch your ass and let me in!”

Simon takes his spot on the floor, his rod coated in Cum but still iron stiff.

Kai wastes no time in hopping over to the couch. When he’s behind me, he places one leg up on the arm of the couch next to my waist and propels into me hard. His thrusts are harder and faster than Simon, and my body jerks with each one. He leans over as he rams me, and I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.

When he finally finishes, after a good ten minutes, he moans and hugs my wet body. After a second, he reluctantly steps away, leaving me twice as full as before. At this point, I can feel my stomach has gained a reasonable bump in it.

Simon is already standing, his shirt off now as well, by the time Kai is done and doesn’t give my orifice and moments break before driving back into me. I look over my shoulder to watch him and notice Kai has not returned to their watching spot. He stands close behind Simon, watching his body move.

“I never noticed how sexy your ass is, Sy.” His hand rests on his groin.

“Bro, stop checking out m-” He is cut off by a full throated scream that erupts from his lungs. He collapses over me, revealing Kai right behind him, his dick inserted in his butt. Kai begins pounding away as Simon lets out a mixture of screams and groans. His body spasms a few times, but mostly lies still on mine. After a while, Kai grunts loudly, “I’m coming!”

Simon moans and I feel him release inside me at the same time. Kai steps back and Simon slides out of me onto the floor.

“Well now you two are both little butt-sluts, aren’t you.” Kai grins proudly. Suddenly, he stumbles and backs away from the couch. From below my sight line, Simon rises unsteadily, his ass leaking Cum, and takes a step towards him.

“I-I’m sorry, bro, it was a bad prank.” Kai takes another step back and Simon lunges on him. They both crash to the ground, Kai underneath.

“No, no, no! I’m sorry, it was just a joke! It was just a jo-NNNNNNNGGG!!!!” Simon jams inside him and Kai’s body goes limp. Simon is merciless, obliterating his friend’s buns until he finally comes to rest pressed against him. They both moan before going quiet.

We all lie there for a while, each filled with Cum. Finally, Simon pulls himself out of Kai and lies on the floor. He stares over at me.

“I’ve got an awesome idea.”

“Oh yeah?” Kai turns to look with him.

“We should double stuff him!” Simon beams, looking proud of himself.

“Holy shit, that would be awesome!” Kai jumps off the floor, then winces and clutches at his butt. “You get in first.”

Simon picks himself up off the floor and walks over to me.

“W-whater you guys talkin about?” I mumble, “What’s happening now?”

Simon laughs, “You’ll see!”

He presses into me and I grunt. Once he’s balls deep, he reaches down and halls me upright. I flop against him, and he stumbles, but remains upright.

“Aight bro, help me out!”

Kai positions himself in front of me and bends my right leg up to my chest.

“Guys?” I start to panic, but I can barely move a muscle in my body.

Kai’s meat presses up to my opening, alongside Simon’s.

“No! Please, No!” I beg, but my friend’s pay no heed.

Kai is breathing hard as he strains his hips.

“Bro, just pop it in!” Simon blurts out excitedly.

“I’m trying! It doesn’t – wanna – fit!” He thrusts hard at my rectum and grunts with each word before training hard one final time. I feel my sphincter stretch even farther than for my dad, and at last, my friend’s oversized ramrod stabs inside me.

I know I am letting out an ear-piercing scream, but all my senses have shut down. All I know is the agony of being split in half exploding from my butt. My hole must be nearly a foot wide. My hearing returns just enough for me to hear Kai and Simon crowing in triumph. Kai continues to sheath himself inside me until both boys are balls deep.

They lift my left leg off the floor as well and press my tight in between them. They moan loudly and are covered in sweat. After they focus themselves, my body is lifted high and slammed down onto their cocks. I moan, tears are flowing freely from me now, but my friends just hoist me again.

On my second dissension, I begin to see my world go black. I struggle to stay awake and flex my body with my remaining strength but to no avail and, at the third drop, I lose my remaining senses and pass out.

* * * *

Kai and Simon continue to fuck their unconscious friend’s body. They ram him for over ten minutes before Simon moans loudly and Cums.

“Loser!” Kai laughs, but grunts a second later and releases his load.

“I can keep going.” Simon offers.

“I’m still hard!” Kai grins.

The boys pound their friend until their knees start to shake.

“Jesus, look at his stomach!” Kai exclaims. “It’s just like when we arrived!”

“I gotta sit down.” Simon groans.

They struggle their way over to the couch, where Simon plops himself down with Leo on top of him, his head lolling over. The boys release a few more times until the weight becomes too much for Simon.

They dump their pal on the floor, his ass displayed upward by his bulging tummy, and start layering his body with a new coat of Cum. They don’t stop until they’re both totally exhausted and crumple to the ground. Utterly overwhelmed with hormones and fatigue, they fall fast asleep with their cocks still rocketing away from their bodies.

Leo wakes briefly and takes in his vast gut and sodden body, his mind too far gone to care, before joining his very best friends once again in a well deserved slumber.

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Thank you for reading, this is the end of the Birthday Surprise arc.

People think that a guy who wears a wedding band, have kids, or holds a social status as a married man is as straight as an arrow, totally immune to the temptations of the gay world. Well, humanity has proven itself wrong from time to time, especially when it comes to sexuality or sexual preferences. Married John is a living proof of that. After Matthew left town (please read my Long Hair Matthew story), I once more relied on the phone service in search of my next hook up. John left me a very direct message in my mailbox: “Hi, I’m John. I’m fifty years old, married to a woman for over twenty five; I have two kids and I am looking for hot hook ups with other married or single guys. We must meet at your place since I am on the down low. All yours for the take”. Well, I must confess that the “all yours for the take” surely caught my attention since I just love having a guy’s body available for my insatiable pleasure. 

Pause here for a personal note: I do try my best not to be judgmental, but I simply do not understand why gay men in the closet bring women to their lives, father their children and live either a double life or abandon their families after some years to “fulfill” their urges. Not fair! I am a fifty years old gay closeted man and I never did that! People know or suspect I am gay due to the lack of relationships throughout the years, but I am ok with that; at least I have not ruined innocent people’s lives just to protect myself from becoming a social pariah because of something I have absolutely no control over.

That said, back to Married John. I left him a message with my number and he contacted me short after. Though mandatory by the phone line, he did not give me a full description of himself, just the fact he was fifty and very tall. Good enough for me. So, when he showed up at my place, I was pleased with the man in front of me: though balding, he was still a handsome fellow; he was really tall, over 6 ft., a lean body and huge feet (not advertised). He was very shy at first, but, as soon as things got going, he finally relaxed and ended up being a real pleasant guy. 

John told me he had married his high school sweetheart without having a chance to explore the world in its fullest. Also, he knew since he was a kid he liked boys more than girls but social conventions had forced him to follow what he called as “the standard path”, so he did what society “expected” from any virile man. As stated before, I think this is shit. As a gay person, one has no right to drag innocent lives into one’s mess just for the sake of self preservation. Bringing offsprings to the picture? Even worse! But John was not the first and certainly not the last to choose this path and I have no right to judge those who did the same.

The truth is that all these ethical considerations meant nothing at that moment. Married or single, I had this nice looking tall man at my disposal and I was going to do to his body things no woman had ever done (he as a foot virgin as I found out later). I thought peculiar when John told me he would be more comfortable playing on the floor since he wouldn’t fit in my full size bed. He continued saying that his feet always ended up hanging outside; I assured him that wouldn’t be a problem with me, for reasons he would soon find out. 

It amazes me, still nowadays, the number of hot guys who had never had a chance to experience the pleasure of having their feet worshipped. For Married John, those days were soon to be over.I got a blanket from the closet, spread it out in the living room floor and told MJ to get comfortable. Still fully dressed, he obliged. Somehow I had this feeling he was not going to take action first, so I got closer to him and gave him a long kiss. Good, he responded to the kiss very well, reaching to his his cock and massaging it through his pants. I got on top of him, kissed him some more, and started touching him all over, my devious hands looking for soft spots to be explored later. 

MJ had a strong body, and he remained still just appreciating my never ending touching; my plan was to undress this man slowly, teasing his naked skin as I went. I worked fine.The moment I removed his preppy shirt, his shy nipples popped up. I run my tongue around them first, and then squeezed the hard little rocks until he moaned. Very promising! John was mine right then: whatever happened after that moment, was a consequence of the delicious nipple playing. 

While visiting that area, I tasted his perfumed armpits, another first for the horny married man, or so it seemed by his words: “What the heck are you doing to me?”. My answer came in the form of firmly licking him further down, his flat stomach, his navel. Feeling the bulge through his pants, I replaced his hand with mine and massaged his hard dick without taking it out. John’s body shivered at times, his nipples still hard. It was amazing to see haw those simple actions were giving poor MJ real goosebumps. I was so going to enjoy toying with this man! I paused his upper torso tongue bath and went back to kissing his mouth.

He was in fact a good kisser, very passionate. After so many years of marriage, things between him and his wife were not going that well in terms of intimacy. But that was not the reason why he sought other men’s company. He was a classic closet case who got married to avoid the hassles of being openly gay in a small Southern town. Understandable. He had few opportunities to experience gay sex even on the down low, therefore every chance counted. Little he knew he was signing his “death sentence” by hooking up with me (in the good sense of the expression, of course!). 

I listened to him very patiently, but my hands never stopped caressing his chest, squeezing his nipples and poking his navel and sides. One could tell that MJ was in his happy place. While smelling and licking his now totally exposed pits, I inserted my hand inside his pants, teased his dick tip with one finger, and brought some of his of his precum straight to his lips so that he could savor it. He had never tasted his own cum before, or any cum for that matter; hot! 

Having his earlobe lightly bitten was also a first for MJ. This made me wonder if (maybe) I am the one who enjoys foreplay more than all the man he had been with (not so many as I was told). I gently undid John’s belt, unzipped his khaki pants, and slid them down close to his ankles. I did not remove his underwear at that point though, I was going to attack his feet first. As I told you before, I am not into shoe or socks worship, I enjoy bare feet, period. But, if you are into Oxford shoes, John’s would be yours for the taking. 

They were black, brand new, and shining. I unlaced his shoes, as I usually do, put them aside and begun sniffing his socked feet. “Oh my gosh!”, John uttered. For scientific purposes, I ran my fingers up and down his soles. He giggled, good, ticklish feet. He giggled some more. I did not waste time playing with his socked feet. I removed his brown socks with my teeth (always a theatrical move!) and gave his slander feet a long tongue bath, heels to toes. John had very smooth feet, long meaty toes, well pedicures. 

They smelled great too. His arches were medium high, but beautiful enough to deserve my attention. I just went for my regular M.O, get the arches first.I ran my tongue all over his soles, what made him giggle even more. Concentrating on his arches, I used two fingers to massage his toes in order to create a simultaneous tickling and relaxing reaction. He went for it, as it drove the poor guy nuts.

Sucking on his toes showed to be a whole distinct form of pleasure: his moans were the uncontested confirmation one does not need to be an expert on flexology; my experience tells me that, as long as you play with a guy’s feet passionately, his dick will respond as a sign of appreciation. With Married John it was no different. After fully removing his pants and giving John’s crotch area the deserved and longed attention, the whole foreplay had made the poor thing to wet his underwear with precum. Delicious!! 

John was really well endowed , his penis was absolutely divine, perfectly shaped mushroom head, long though not very thick. His balls were average sized, pink and also perfumed. The whole package was nice and very suckable. As soon as my mouth engulfed his jewels, John released a huge load. I had a feeling that day was one of the best days in John’s life, what somehow is confirmed next.

Married John sent me an email a couple of years ago, very sweet:

So good to hear from you  –   it sure has been a long time.  I came across your email and just thought I would take a shot to see if you still had the same email address  –   so glad you did.
Yes, we had some good times at your apt –  you  really know what to do with some feet and toes  . . . mmmmm      I wish we could  play again…. You are such a nice guy, always had a fun time with you . . .   Hope all is going well with you. Keep in touch. John

“I’m in your neighborhood be at yours in 5 bitch.” My phone notification shows as I exit the shower. FUCK. That was 5 mins ago.

I race to the door. I don’t see Sir on the camera. I race back to my room, dry my hair, and body, rush to the dresser to get a jockstrap. As I have one leg in I hear the bell ring. I quickly pull the jockstrap up and run to the door to see Sir in the camera, and buzz him up. I open the door a bit and get on my knees, eyes down to the floor. I can hear Sir walking up the steps.

“More fucking steps. I’ve been walking up and down steps all fucking day. get me a beer faggot.”

Sir commands as he walks by rustling my hair as he walks past me. I can smell him as he walks by. It’s a combination of fresh air mixed with a hard days work. I can smell his pits and his musk. I’m intoxicated just by his passing scent. I can also smell that he’s had a few drinks before arriving.

Sir is wearing 501’s and his ass is so plump in them, and they’re hugging his thighs, but slightly wider around his white converse. His tshirt is one of those shirts you love but it’s been washed too many times, but super comfortable now, so you save it for sleeping or yard work. The fabric around Sir’s bicep is straining and his chest is hugged by the shirt, but hangs loose over his abs ending just past the waist band of his jeans, leaving a clear view of his ass and bulge. GAH, this kid is so fucking HOT.

I crawl to the refrigerator to get Sir a beer. I stocked up on his favorite, so I never have to endure the punishment for running out ever again. I crawl over to Sir and hold the bottle up for him, as he’s flipping channels on the tv, resting back on my couch.

“Take my kicks off and start massaging my feet” Sir commands

I am kneeling at his feet with just my jockstrap on. I untie his right shoe, and loosen the laces, then remove the shoe, and repeat this on the other foot. then lift up his foot and begin massaging the bottom of his foot. His feet are pungent after being trapped in his converse all day, it’s obvious he’s been working hard today, and not at the coffee shop.

“My socks too.” Sir sounds annoyed that I didn’t assume that – but I’m sure he would have been annoyed if I’d assumed to do more than instructed. I’m in a no win situation and I love it.

I removed Sir’s socks and went back to massaging his feet.

“FUCK. that feels good fag. My fucking feet are killing me. I’ve been thinking about being here all day.” Sir sips at his beer.

I can’t believe Sir has ever given me any thought let alone thinking of me all day. My cock starts to swell hearing that Sir has been thinking about me.

“I helped a buddy move into his new apartment and it’s a fucking third floor walk up. Like what the hell. Who does that to their frineds. Of course he didn’t mention that ’til we already had the truck packed and headed to the new apartment. Fucking bullshit.” Sir takes another long sip of his beer

This explains why Sir smells so amazing and maybe why he’s busting out of his shirt and jeans. His muscles are pumped.

“I’m so fucking sore and tired and horny. I know my faggot is gonna make me feel better. Isn’t that right bitch?” Sir asked

“Yes Sir.” I responded with glee.

This is the longest conversation we’ve had since we used to BS at the coffee counter before Sir used me for the first time.

“This is how its gonna go tonight. I’m tired. I don’t want to have to tell you every fucking move to make. I want a long slow deep massage. and BJ at the end of it. Then I want to fall asleep. You will not sleep with me, and won’t touch me while I sleep. Once I fall asleep you’ll leave me alone. Got it fag?”

“Yes Sir” I practically yelled.

So Sir is planning to sleep at my house? on my couch? literally if any other person made this assumption I would just tell them to leave. It’s completely rude. nobody just shows up and announces they’re sleeping over AND telling me I have to leave the room.

FUCK. I was showering because I was supposed to meet up with Frank and Rob at the club. FUCK. Well, they’re big boys, they’ll figure it out.

I continued massaging Sirs feet listening to him moan gently when I hit the right spots.

“I walked up and down those fucking steps so many times, with boxes and the bed, and couch and tables and chairs. It was ridiculous. I shoulda kept count so I could take every trip out on your ass. That would be fun wouldn’t it bitch?” Sir laughed and took a sip of his beer.

“Yes Sir.” I’m not sure if we’re having a conversation or I’m just meant to listen. But that would have been fun. After the spanking I got last time, I’ve been craving it again.

“You know bitch, I never figured you for a fag. When we first started talking at the shop, I assumed you were a ladies man, getting pussy every night, you looked like you had a few bucks, so I figured you were getting it all the time. and now look at us – you’re the pussy, and I can have you anytime I want you. how do you feel about that bitch?” Sir asked. Sir stared down at me as I continued massaging his feet.

“Yes Sir” I responded

“No, Seriously bitch, tell me how you feel about it.” Sir sounded sincere.

“Sir, may I speak freely Sir?” I felt nauseas, I’m not sure if he’s actually curious or if this is a trick.

“Yeah, speak freely”

“Sir, I’ve never been happier in my life Sir, serving you makes me rock hard Sir. I pray that you’ll text me to tell me you’re coming over, and when you leave I can’t get the smile off my face Sir. I wish I was able to serve you everyday, in every way Sir. I’m alwyas the one being chased, and can easily hookup any day with most anyone I want, But i’ve never been as happy as I’ve been serving you Sir. I never knew I needed this in my life, but I’m happier than I could have ever imagined Sir.” I gushed.

“Really?” Sir responded in a question that almost sounded like a statement.

“You’re that happy to smell my rank pits and balls, get face fucked, spanked, and pay me for the privelege while I drink all your beer and make myself at home?” Sir quizzed.

“Yes Sir. That and anything else you command Sir. I’m yours to use and abuse as you choose Sir. I’m yours” I confessed.

“We’re not dating bitch. I date girls” Sir sneered.

“No Sir. You own me, I know we’re not dating Sir. I serve you, however you desire Sir.” I corrected.

My heart is beating a mile a minute. I can’t believe I’m offering so much up to this kid. He hasn’t been shy in taking what he wants, and I just basically handed him the keys to the kimgdom. But truth be told, I have never been happier. He’s the only thing I can think about from the moment my eyes open in the morning til I fall asleep thinking of him. Then I dream about him. He’s so fucking HOT, and I love how he uses me. I was born to be his sub. I know this with every fiber of my being. I spend so much time thinking about him. I need all that time to be serving him, not wishing for it.

“I want to make sure you know what you’re saying fag. If I own you, I own you 24/7. You’ll be at my beck and call. Other than your job, which you need so you can keep me comfortable, you will not be making any decisions for yourself, you’ll be asking me permission for everything you want to do. If you want to go to the gym, you’ll ask for permission, want a drink with friends, you’ll ask permission. You won’t be having sex with anyone unless I tell you to. If today happened again, you’d be humping boxes up the stairs. Tell me you understand what you’re agreeing to here faggot.” Sir commanded.

“I understand Sir. I am yours to command. Please use me and abuse me for your pleasure Sir. I am only happy when I am serving you Sir. Please allow me to serve you Sir.” I begged.

“You really are the best faggot I’ve ever found. FUCK. I’ll have to test out bringing you around my friends, I think you’ll be fine. You go to the gym, and seem like you know what’s what, and I know you’ll never tell them what’s going on here, because if you ever do it ends immediately. Like on the spot. I can find another fag to suck my dick in a heartbeat. You need me. I don’t need you faggot. Always remember that.” Sir sat forward on the couch. “Open your mouth faggot.”

I opened my mouth, and Sir spit into my mouth 3 times.

“Do you understand faggot?” Sir asked aggressively still sitting forward leaning over my open mouth, staring into my eyes.

“Yes Sir” I gargled around the spit pooling in my mouth, knowing I was not instructed to close my mouth.

“You really are a good bitch.” Sir slapped my cheek twice. “Go get me another beer. You made me hornier than I already was. I need to use my new property and mark my territory.”

Sir sat back on the couch as I crawled to the refrigerator.

I’m rock hard in my jock strap I can feel precum trailing down my thigh. I’m in sub heaven. I have the hottest Sir who uses me perfectly. I can’t believe my luck!! I grab the beer and crawl back to Sir and hold it up for him to grab. He takes a long pull on the bottle.

“Get these jeans off me.” Sir commands as he leans back on the couch and sips his beer.

I reach up and begin unbuttoning his jeans, I can see that Sir is focused on the game on TV. I unbutton the fly and already smell the musk that has been building up all day. My cock twitches at the smell.

I begin pulling down on the waist band of his jeans and boxers at the same time. Sir lifts his ass allowing me to pull them around his bubble butt and down his thighs. His hard cock slaps down onto his abs. I remove his jeans and boxers getting a strong whiff of his musk.

“You can fag out on my smell for a few mins fag. You’re a good fag, and deserve a reward.” Sir is still leaning back sipping his beer watching the game as he announces my reward.

I dive into his crotch, lifting his low hangers with my nose to get deep into the crease of his thigh and take a deep breath of his scent, which makes my cock pulse. Sir smells so amazing. I move my nose around his balls into his bush, pushing his cock left and right to smell every inch of his bush, I can feel Sir’s cock pulse against my cheek as I move it then I travel back down to the other side burying my nose under his balls again.

“Get my cock in your throat fag.” Sir commands

I reach up to guide Sirs cock into my mouth and slowly slide down his cock, tasting the precum that’s dripped around the head. Sir’s cock slides slowly along my tongue, then touched the back of my throat. I know Sir wants his cock buried in my throat, so I continue pushing myself onto his cock, causing myself to gag on his cock, but I don’t stop. I promised to serve Sir completely, I push my head farther down on his cock, and begin wretching and gagging as his cock enters my throat, and continue pushing further.

I hear Sir Moan “FUCK. THAT’S MY GOOD FAG. FUCK THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD. OMG” and I feel Sirs hand touch the back of my head. He doesn’t push. I’m already going down and he lets me continue, but I feel his hand. I continue wretching and gagging around his cock, then I feel my nose touch his pubes, and I begin to pull off.

“Oh no you don’t. You stay right there.” Sir commands gently as I feel his hand push down on the back of my head and his hips push up to drive his hard cock further into my throat.

I am still gagging and wrethcing around his cock, I can feel throat slime swelling in my throat, and tears running down my cheeks.

“You’re my good faggot aren’t you boy?” Sir asks me as he continues pushing down on my head. I can barely hear him as the wretching and coughing deaden my sense of hearing.

“UUUUHhhhhh HHHUUUUUHHHH” I hum past his cock buried in my throat, using the last ounces of air left in my lungs. I need to take a breath.

“That’s my good boy.” Sir lifts his hand off my head and slaps my cheek 3 times.

My cock swells hearing him call me his good boy. Did he actually just say that? My whole body is tingling hearing him say that!!! Does he know what he’s doing to me?

I took a deep breath and dove right back down on his cock, balls deep and fucked my own throat with his cock, gagging and spewing throat slime bobbing up and down. I’m his good boy.

“FUCK. You’re gonna make me cum. SHIT. I’m gonna cum. FUCK. UGH. OMG FUCK. HERE IT COMES FAG!!!” Sir practically yells as he shoots his load deep in my throat. Pushing my head up and down with his hand then holding me down deep on his cock. I didn’t move a muscle. I’m his good boy!!!!

I could feel the pressure lift off my head, and I VERY slowly began to rasie my head off Sir’s cock, I could feel him relax back into the couch.

I stayed on his cock, at a comfortable depth, awaiting instruction. It was probably a minute, maybe two, before Sir spoke. He was relaxed back on the couch, and occasionally I could feel his cock twitch in my mouth, and he was beginning to go soft. But I didn’t move a muscle.

“Don’t move bitch.” Sir croaked as he continued lounging back.

“In a minute we’re going to walk to the bed, and you’re going to give me a slow deep massage. Then you’re gonna blow me again, then leave me to sleep. Do you understand?” Sirs instructions were given in a quiet relaxed tone.

“mmmmmmhhhhhhhmmmm” I hummed past his cock, still semi-hard tickling the back of my throat.

“Tomorrow morning, I have to be at the shop at 8am, you’ll wake me at 7am, and prepare breakfast for me before I leave. Can you handle that bitch?” Sir asked in the same relaxed tone.

“mmmmmmmhhhhhhmmmmmm” I bobbed my head up and down and hummed the response.

“Are you my good boy” Sir asked through a smile I could hear.

I dove deep onto his semi-hard cock, causing me to gag again. I am his good boy!!!

“Thats what I thought.” Sir laughed as he began to stand and pulled his cock out of my mouth. Sir walked toward my bedroom, then headed into the bathroom. I crawled behind him and waited at my bedroom door. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do.

“Get in here boy. You don’t think I plan to hold this do you?”

“No sir.” was he gonna pee on me?

I crawled into the bathroom and knelt at his heel.

“Use your lips and aim at the bowl. If you make a mess you’ll be cleaning it up, so I suggest you take good aim.”

Fuck. He’s gonna piss and I’m holding his dick with my lips? How the fuck am I gonna do this?

I decided to grab his cock with my hand, and put it into my mouth and tilt my head to the side, so hopefully I was aiming true.

“Lean in a little.” Sir commanded as he guided my headforward. “Right there.”

We were both motionless for a few seconds then I could feel his cock start to swell a bit and felt his piss along my lips then felt the spray of his piss hitting the water in the bowl. Sir continued pissing for a prolonged time, and luckily it wasn’t particularly smelly, I assume he’s been drinking beer the past few hours.

As his stream stopped Sir Instructed “put my cock in your throat and clean it off.”

I let his cock go and a few drops dripped out, some hitting my chin, then I put Sirs flaccid cock into my mouth and could taste a hint of urine, as a few more drops leaked out into my mouth, Sir held the back of my head and I could sense him stretching back a bit as his soft cock dripped. Then he withdrew his cock, and began walking to the bed and shed his shirt. I watched as Sirs bubble butt walked away from me, and his muscular back and biceps, and that chord or muscles leading from his back to his ass flexed with each step. How the fuck did I get so fucking lucky???

Sir threw his shirt onto the floor, and jumped face first onto the bed.

I crawled behind him, and up onto the bed, My cock still rock hard and leaking precum. I sat up on Sirs bubble butt and leaned forward to begin massaging his neck and shoulders, slow and deep.

“aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh this is exactly what I need. Fuck this feels amazing. you have strong hands for a fag.” Sir complimented.

I didn’t say a word, I continued massaging down Sir’s back. As I approached the small of his back, I went back up to his shoulders, and focused just on the right side, feeling every knot, and massaging it out, hearing Sir moan and gasp as I worked his sore muscles. Continuing down one side then back up, then down the other side of his back. When I reached his bubble butt, I pushed myself lower, now kneeling on either side of his thighs, and began massaging his buttocks, first the left side, then the right. This is where I normally would start rimming and fingering a guy I was hooking up with, but I sensed that would not go well with Sir, so I continued my massage down to his right thigh, and calf, as I worked lower down his legs I leaned forward to get a whiff of his ass, and was rewarded with Sirs musky scent, causing my cock to twitch and leak some more. I continued massaging Sirs calf, then his foot, and sucked on each toe after I completed massaging it, then back up to his ass, to massage down to his other thigh and calf and foot. As I finished massaging his foot, Sir rolled over onto his back. Sirs Cock was rock hard again.

Sir put his hands behind his head, looked me in the eye then closed his eyes.

Message received!!

I dove down on Sirs cock. I swallowed Sirs cock into my throat, gagging around it, but not as much as I had before. Now that I was controlling the pace and depth, I seemed to be able to handle it better, I bobbed up and down on his cock, licking my way up his cock, and teasing under the head, licking into his foreskin, then throating his cock once more.

I could hear Sir moaning and sighing as I worked on his cock, I was giving him the best blow job I knew how to give. Using my tongue to lick underneath his cock as I went up and down, then swirling my tongue around the head as I reached the top and slowly descended again. I started to feel Sir begin to buck his hips a bit and moan louder, so I knew he was close. I tightened my lips around the base of his cock and fucked my throat with his cock, which obviously did the trick because I felt his cock swell then his cum hit the back of my throat causing me to gag, but I stayed down on his cock as he slowly almost gently fucked my throat slightly. Then he relaxed and I held his cock in my mouth awaiting instruction.

I heard Sir begin to snore quietly, and I felt his body twitch, so I knew that was my cue to leave my bedroom and let Sir sleep. I covered his sexy body with a blanket from the chair and turned out the light, and closed the door. I guess I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.