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  • Old Btt Gets Fucked By Three Young Lycra Lovers

    I awoke that morning with a raging hard on as usual and an overbearing need to suck cock.

    I could have just wanked myself off but the thought of a stiff cock in my mouth was far more appealing.

    I showered got dressed and walked briskly to the park nearby which was a well known cruising area.

    I popped into the toilet but it was empty though I did go into a cubicle to read the graffiti .That always got me stiff and horny. There was a pretty well drawn cock slipping into an open mouth with cum dripping down to a telephone number and a message that said ‘I want sucking off!’

    I was tempted to call the number but carried on reading the other messages and looking at other crude drawings of cocks in arses and mouths all of which made my prick throb hard.

    I stayed in the toilet for about ten minutes or so but nobody came in much to my disappointment. I walked around the perimeter of the park and then sat on a bench with a clear view of the toilet block.

    I had to suck some cock or I would go fucking mad!

    A cyclist in tight Lycra cycled past me showing off a very large bulge. My dick jumped as he looked directly at me and I knew he could see I was looking at his crotch.

    I watched as he raced the cycle around the park and then he got off his bike as he approached the bench I was sitting on.

    “Mind if I sit down mate” he said “I’m fucking knackered now”.

    He was about twenty eight, blonde hair blue eyes and pretty handsome.

    “Sure” I replied “You look pretty hot. I….I  er mean

    you look hot as in sweating hot”.

    He smiled at me.

    “I know what you mean mate” he said and winked.

    My thoughts were racing, boy I wanted to suck on his cock, wanted to take a thick load of spunk in my mouth. My dick was stiffening visibly and I had to put my hands in my lap to conceal my excitement.

    The young man spread his legs and leaned back on the bench giving me an excellent view of his bulging crotch.

    “I’ve often wondered what you cyclists wear under that tight Lycra it must get very hot”. I said stumbling a bit over my words.

    “You wear nothing mate, I’m totally naked under this Lycra and it does get pretty hot I can tell you. Trouble is too when I get home my fucking shower is not working”.

    “That’s not good, particularly on a hot day like this” I said.

    He looked directly at me his eyes burning into mine.

    “Don’t suppose I could have a shower at your place mate?” he asked, his hand sliding gently over his bulge.

    I could hardly speak I was so excited but managed to answer eventually.

    “I….er…..I suppose you could.”.

    “Do you live alone? I mean I don’t want to cause any problem with your wife or anything” he said.

    “I’m not married” I replied.

    “That surprises me” he said “You’re good looking for your age mate”.

    My age? Now that was a problem, at seventy I didn’t think he would be interested in me in any sexual way but the idea of him showering at my place got my cock twitching.

    Twenty or so minutes later and the young man was standing in my lounge.

    “I’ll get you a clean towel, the shower is upstairs so just go up and help yourself.”

    He had been up there for about seven minutes and then he shouted down to me.

    “I can’t seem to get these shower taps to work mate? Can you help me?”

    I quickly went upstairs, my heart pounding. I presumed he would be in the shower room with the towel draped around himself but when I went in he was completely naked and facing me with a grin on his face.

    “Sorry mate, the knob seems pretty stiff” he said.

    His cock was mouth wateringly beautiful and semi hard.

    “So I see” I replied staring right at his prick.

    “I’ve had to wash myself at the sink” he said “Though I would like to shower all over”.

    I couldn’t take my eyes off his body and cock and was feeling pretty stiff in the underpants department.

    “You have a fine body lad” I said, my face blushing.

    He didn’t seem at all bothered that he was naked.

    “It’s O.K.” he said “By the way my name is Thomas”. he held his hand out to me.

    I shook his hand, the grip pretty tight and overly long for a handshake.

    “Let me see to this shower then Thomas” I said, my heart still pounding like a sledgehammer.

    “Wouldn’t you rather play with this” he said taking my hand and placing it on his cock.

    My mouth was so dry I couldn’t answer I was just so pleased to be holding his lovely warm cock.

    I dropped to my knees and watched his cock grow in my hand.

    “Now that is what ii call a cock!” I said admiring the full stiffness and girth of his magnificent lob of a dick. It was a two hand job and throbbed in my hand. I felt his balls with my other hand, my eyes still fixed on his gorgeous knob.

    “Suck it mate. I know you want to” he said pulling my head close to his cock.

    His slim hips looked out of proportion to his thick gargantuan un cut cock. I curled my lips around his hot helmet and sucked gently the taste was superb.

    Slowly I fed the prick into my hot mouth, the throb of it heavy on my lapping tongue. I opened up the back of my throat, I wanted to feel the luscious thickness forcing my gullet open. I choked a little but persevered until the thick prick was embedded in my throat.

    “Man! That feels great” he said holding the back of my head “It’s right down your fucking throat!”.

    Slowly I pulled his dick out before the lack of air made me splutter, I looked at the monster cock in my hand, the knob thick with saliva and drooling strands of gob around the shaft. Fuck! It was a dream cock to suck.

    I worked a steady rhythm sucking his cock in and out of my mouth his moans only urging me to suck and suck.

    I grasped his balls and twisted them slightly as I slurped my tongue all over his knob and shaft before taking most of his dick back into my mouth.

    Releasing his nuts, but still sucking his prick, I felt for his warm arse cheeks and wasn’t disappointed as they were plump and sexy. He started to face fuck me his hips going back and forth his prick fucking my mouth as my tongue wrapped around it.

    “Do you want me to cum in your mouth mate?” he said after some minutes of persistent fucking.

    I nodded my head, keeping his cock in my mouth. Of course I wanted him to cum in my mouth, I yearned for his spunk, yearned for the feel of his hot cock jerking and spurting all his young spunk into my mouth.

    I began to wank his shaft and suck heartily on his knob, I knew he was close as his balls were a little agitated and his prick was stiffening even more.

    “Fuck! I can’t hold it back” he yelled and a stream of young man batter flooded my hot mouth. Jerk after jerk of his cock and my mouth was spunk laden. I didn’t swallow straight away I wanted to feel the warm sperm swilling around my mouth and flossing my teeth. He  tasted so fucking good, sweet and creamy and a joy to suck right off.

    I kept his cock in my mouth for ages, cum was seeping from my lips and I was letting it slip down my throat little by little. My mouth felt fantastic, the taste of cum and the feel of his cock throbbing inside it was awesome.

    He pulled his prick out of my mouth. It was still a brute but slowly deflating.

    “Let me run the shower for you Thomas. Think you need a hot shower after that”.

    Thomas wanted me to watch him shower so I stayed in the shower room and he proceeded to soap his handsome body paying a lot of attention to his big cock. He soaped it and worked soap all over his balls, his prick looked like it was cum covered but it was the liquid soap dripping from his knob.

    By the time he had finished teasing me I was rock hard again and he too was sporting an erection of some considerable size.

    “I need to suck you off again before you go” I said as he began drying himself.

    He dropped the towel to the floor and I got on my knees in front of his beautiful cock and began sucking on it. My mouth worked over his knob with some determination as my hands wanked his shaft and caressed his balls.

    My mouth was so full of saliva it was dripping from my lips accompanied seconds later by a gush of spunk that took me by surprise.

    I gobbled the spurting prick, my hand tugging the spunk from his balls and swallowing all I could.

    My lips were spermed over as too my face as the adorable hunk sprayed his load.

    He was just about to leave my house when he turned and spoke.

    “Hey mate. Do you take it up the arse?”

    His question threw me for a moment.

    “Yes I love being fucked why?”

    “Maybe” he said “You’d like to meet my two cycling friends for  bit of a gang bang?”

    I didn’t need to think about it.

    “That sounds fucking great, bring them here but make sure you are all in your cycling Lycra as it turns me on”.

    “How about tomorrow afternoon?” he said excitedly.

    “That would be just fine lad. Just fucking fine”.

    The next afternoon I opened the door to three fine young men, Thomas and his two friends Sean, a cute, slightly built Irish lad and Damon a tall, dark haired smoky eyed young hunk.

    As arranged the were al in their cycling Lycra showing off their proud bulges, having ridden to my house.

    Once inside my lounge I had the pleasure of feeling their lovely bulges and working them to an uncomfortable stiffness as their cocks struggled to contain themselves inside the Lycra. 

    “He likes sucking cock” said Thomas and he unzipped his suit down the front to give his two mates a demonstration.

    I got down on my old knees and took Thomas’s lovely cock into my mouth and began to suck. The other two lads took this as a prompt to pull out their own dicks and start wanking, The Irish lad’s prick was a monster compared to his build and like his mate Damon’s cock both were rigidly stiff and un cut.

    I felt so lucky having three lovely stiff pricks in front of me all at my disposal. I reached out to feel both cocks whilst continuing to suck on Thomas’s thick prick.

    My thumbs slid easily over pre cumming knobs as the hot cock in my mouth oozed it’s own pre cum onto my tongue.

    Sean and Damon came closer and pushed their dicks towards my cock jammed gob. I managed to take Sean’s Irish prick as well as Thomas’s as Damon slapped my cheek with his juicy cock.

    I was having the time of my life sucking one dick after the other, letting my tongue roll and lap over  silky satin knobs and watch the shafts throb for attention.

    The thought of having all three cocks fucking me one after the other just made my own dick spring stiffly up and I couldn’t wait to get undressed and let the lads fuck my hungry arsehole.

    First though I needed some spunk so I sucked the three gorgeous cocks until I got a juicy load of cum. The young Irish lad began to cream my tonsils, his knob jerking on my tongue and spurting sweet spunk into my mouth. I drained the lad dry , his balls standing no chance in my squeezing hand.

    Damon’s cock was against my lips and his dick too began to cum glazing my lips with his spunk.

    “Fucking hell, that looks so fucking sexy” said Thomas wanking his cock over my face. His big fucking dick slipped into my mouth pushing Sean’s cock out of the way.

    A hot slurping and tug of his balls and he was gushing down my throat and then spurting over my face.

    Cum ran from my forehead and down my cheeks, my face was a fucking creamy mess but so sexy.

    Once the guys had peeled off their Lycra they began to undress me. All the while they were removing my clothes, my hands were feeling their smooth warm bodies. My fingers curling around their discharged cocks trying to coax back stiff erections.

    Moving to the bedroom was the next idea where the four of us could relax a while naked on the bed.

    I played with my cock and with theirs, my balls were full and eager to empty but that was a long way off yet.

    I was surprised when Thomas leaned over to kiss me but as soon as he did our tongues were locked together and the passionate kisses that followed prompted all of us to kiss. Tongues lapped at my face, now cracked with dry cum and cocks began to rise.

    With excitement soaring through their loins, the lad’s cocks were rigid again and they were hungry for my cock.

    I never expected them to suck on my gnarled old cock but the three of them fed on it like three hungry wolves each trying to suck off a clear pearl of pre cum as their hands pumped my balls.

    They got me right on the edge and delighted in watching my prick pulsate without spurting. Time and again they worked my cock to the edge, two mouths either side of my shaft another on my knob teasing more pre cum from my nuts

    Sean, eager to please me, began to lick my arsehole and Damon spread my legs so that the lad could tongue me deep.

    Thomas poked a finger in me as well which resulted in three fingers seeking out my prostate to stroke and torment.

    “I want to fuck him” said Damon, his cock stiff and ready to impale me.

    Sean and Thomas held my legs up and Damon got between my thighs. My hole was dripping with their saliva so a push on my wet sphincter had Damon’s hot knob opening up my arsehole.

    I groaned as he fucked into me, his thick shaft stretching my arse, his agitated balls snugly pushing against my bum as I got the full length.

    “Fuck him!” squealed Sean in his sexy Irish accent

    “Stretch his hole ready for my cock”.

    The fucking was pretty hard and intense and my raw hole felt a little battered by the time Damon began to spurt his load into me. Sean was eager to get inside me once Damon’s cock plopped out.

    Creamy with Damon’s spunk my hole was a dream ride for Sean and his big cock was shagging my arse from balls to knob as if his life depended on it.

    “C’mon lads, fuck me good and hard” I said “Fill me with your young ball cream. Pump that fucking cum up my randy arse”.

    Sean was an athletic young fucker and he ram fucked my hole with a relentless force until he screwed up his eyes, yelped and shot seven streams of sweet jizz up me.

    Thomas was grinning all over his face as he knew he was next.

    He rolled me onto my belly, soaked his prick in Sean’s dripping cum and slammed his fill length up my arse as if he was trying to poke at my heart.

    “Fuck! Lad! Your cock is so fucking big” I said holding my hands out to anybody who would grip them.

    Both Damon and Sean grabbed my hands in a tight lock so that  could not stop the fuck even if I wanted to.

    “Use me! I hollered to Thomas. “Dig that fucking big cock deep in my arse”.

    He did that alright, stretching my hole to the max and ram shagging me.

    His fuck skills were that of somebody much older and experienced and rather than pop his spunk too soon he fucked and fucked, wrecking my hole ad making me whimper continually.

    He turned me on my side, pulled me on top of him so that I was riding hi cock and then back over onto my back where he shagged and slobbered tongue wet kisses all over my face.

    My poor hole was throbbing and burning but I wanted more of the young stallion and his friends.

    They worked me over good and proper with Sean and Damon taking turns again at my hole before Thomas once again plunged his rigid cock up me and let it spunk.

    With three creamy loads swimming in my fuck ragged hole I was ready to cum myself. The lads

    were keen to get me off and kindly knelt on the floor, their tongues out in a triple platform for my cock to glide along. Three tongues touching each other and my prick riding along them . Thomas got the full use of my knob as Sean and Damon’s tongues slid under my shaft. Sean pulled my balls through my legs at the back, forcing my prick to stiffen even more and line up for Thomas’s mouth.

    The lads were thirsty for my cum and the sight of them lusting for my cock made my balls fizz with my need to cum.

    “Oh! Fuck! Lads, here it comes” I said, my first stream of jizz firing straight into Damon’s mouth and creaming his tongue. Sean and Damon got the next two jerk of spunk, my cream lashing across their tongues as my balls convulsed.

    It was a terrific orgasm and my balls felt the ache afterwards as they drained off.

    The lads faces looked pretty messy but very happy and the amorous cum kisses we all had finished off the session perfectly.

    Dressed back in their Lycra, I stroked each bulging cock lovingly and told them that they had to return and fuck me again.

    “Don’t worry” said Damon “We’ll be back”.

    Thomas winked at me. “Maybe we’ll be back with more guys next time. Think you can handle it pops?”

    I didn’t need to answer, my cock was already rigid again and my cum seeping arsehole was twitching violently.

  • Intelligence

    Another Example of Insight

    Gavin was astonished seeing I had jumped to his dick and had just asked him to fuck me.

    -Oh, Damien, are you sure about this?

    But instead of answering, I asked a new question.

    -Are you enjoying my ass, Gavin?

    -Perfect ass that you have, brother, but why are you doing this?

    -I never knew what sex was till you’ve me made know the concept this morning. And you’re so sweet and sexy that I’d love to have sex with you and only with you every day. But you like girls, Gavin, so I simply thought I should make it so funny for you that in the time being as far as you don’t find your girl, you can prefer having sex with your brother.

    Meanwhile Gavin’s cock was entering deeper and deeper, sliding easily into my chute. I can’t remember I was feeling any pain. Once you know what you want and what I wanted is giving my ass to my brother so after now he’d rather choose me to have sex with, pain is something necessary for your first time so that a dick can make its work of opening up, but I liked him so much that I didn’t care whether I was feeling pain. I only wanted Gavin; I only needed Gavin.

    -Once again, you’re showing me a new example of insight, Damien, showing me that you intelligently know what you want and you go for it to its ultimate consequences. If you want me to keep on fucking you, I’ll have to go on. You want my sweetness and my lust and you don’t know how much sweetness and how much lust I have inside for you.

    He started then a continuous smooch which lasted all the time he was fucking me, and his hands slid easily down every part in my body till he stopped his journey grasping my hard cock again and jacking me off.

    -Do you love me, Damien?

    -I swear I don’t know, Gavin. But oh, if I could have you as my partner.

    -You’ve always allowed me to take care of you, even when I know too well you no longer need to be taken care of. I’ve just had a new example of insight from this intelligent boy I’m fucking right now. Now I’ll borrow some of your intelligence to tell you I love you, brother, not being in love yet but I’m sure now I’ll always choose you for sex and for the tenderness that only you can give me. You’re grown up; you’re both intelligent and sweet. I need you! –and with those words I really felt he needed me for he filled my arse for the first time with his semen.

    A long mutual kiss in the tub first till I felt him doing exactly as I had done and knowing I was looking into the well of his sexy eyes and wasn’t paying attention to anything else,  he also jumped to my dick and unaware I was already fucking Gavin’s ass.

    -I’ve also discovered, Damien, that it’s you and only you that I need. I’ll ask you as you asked me: do you like my ass?

    -I still can’t believe I’m fucking you in the ass but isn’t it hurting you, Gavin?

    -I thought earlier when I was fucking you that the desire you had of having sex with your brother was making you feel no pain, or at least you didn’t feel it or didn’t care. The same thing is happening to me now, Damien. I’m so sure that I need you that maybe my feelings are confused. I don’t know whether what I am feeling right now is lust or love but oh how I need you, Damien.

    I started multiplying my hands then, I seemed to have more than ten fingers, and also started devouring my brother’s sexy mouth with real lust, real feeling. Now I was sure it was love. I kept on fucking him with pain in my heart till I heard him cry.

    -Now I’m sure I love you, Damien. I need you to keep your intelligence to know after now I’ll always need you.

    -Here’s my first semen in your ass, my love –and I started crying uncontrollably now-, I also love you, I need you.

    -Hush, my love, we love each other and I’m sure you’ll keep your insight to know that two brothers who need each other so much can live together as a couple now.

    -Amen, my love.

    And we finally left that bathtub where we had both fallen in love. Now we wanted to be naked the whole day. For the first time we slept that night as the couple we already were.

    And thus we’ve lived for years. I haven’t been fired anymore and keep my job and thanks to Gavin, I’ve had no more crises. I’ll always be an autist but will always be as independent as my brother is, but always both of us dependent too, dependent on each other, on each other’s love. But so far we live together and his love is just as strong as mine, I have no more doubts.

  • Best Sexual Wrestling Match

    A referee does not score a goal, does not defeat an opponent, is never proclaimed winner, at least not under any normal sport scenario. Referee Jordan Babcock is an exception to this rule. The 38-year-old Black man lives in Liverpool, England, and has been refereeing wrestling matches for almost a decade. He does his workout at the gym where many wrestlers train on a regular basis. He likes to see them put on a jockstrap that highlights their package or even more a singlet that outlines their firm ass and bulging crotch. According to Jordan, wrestlers with big dicks feed more applause.

    You are probably thinking that a Black referee has a big cock. True. With a name like Babcock, Jordan proudly sports a 9-inch cut dick (22.8 cm), and his mushroom is simply luscious. Some wrestlers have been known to wait in the locker room to admire his joystick and to give it a handshake. Terrence and Leonard have often followed him in the sauna to masturbate together. Terrence is also Black and his uncut meat beats Jordan by an extra inch. Leonard’s dick is standard, but his firm ass and hairy crack always attract Jordan’s attention.

    Terrence and Leonard face off in a highly publicized match attended by a strictly all-male audience. Jordan is the referee. Both wrestlers don a singlet with a rigid pouch, and as soon as they position themselves on each side of Jordan, the crowd’s reaction is unanimous: “We want cock grabbing, cock squeezing, cock sucking!” Jordan approves with a smiling grin. He wears black shorts, a black and white striped jersey, a whistle hanging from his thick neck, and is barefoot. In a surprised but well-applauded move, Jordan fondles the wrestlers’ butts, and whispers a well-known rule in this manly sport: “The winner fucks the loser: hard and deep!”

    At the sound of the whistle, the two wrestlers stare at each other fiercely and Leonard is the first to attack, embracing Terrence vigorously, and almost showering him with kisses. The Black wrestler’s reaction is spontaneous: “Not the time for tenderness, man, I want to be the fucking winner!” They end up rolling over each other, obviously looking to fondle each other’s arse and, above all, to get their hand on the opponent’s bulging crotch. Jordan bounces around, gets close to see whose cock will first spring out of the singlet.

    The crowd roars in admiration when Leonard pulls Terrence’s black trophy in the open. And the applause intensifies as soon as the referee bends down, ramming Leonard’s mouth to engulf the prized fuck muscle. Getting sucked has two effects; the rod stiffens even more, on the one hand, and the wrestler’s resistance decreases, on the other hand. Terrence squirms, trying to grab his opponent’s crotch, but the pressure exerted by the referee pulls the rug out from under. He is blockaded, hedged in, hemmed in, completely under siege. Leonard strips down Terrence’s singlet and positions himself to eat his butt. The crowd encourages him bluntly:

    “Sniff the ebony aroma!”

    “Lick his sweaty ass juice!”

    “Dig your pink tongue in that black hole!”

    “We want to see you salivate over a yummy chocolate rosebud!”

    “You’re the winner and you have all the privileges: kissing, sucking, rimming, fucking, fisting!”

    Leonard kisses the butt cheeks, bites them greedily, inhales the aroma of the divine hole, darts his tongue to tickle the coveted anus, and starts tongue-twisting his way inside to fully taste the best meal a losing wrestler can offer. Meanwhile, Jordan gets behind Leonard’s ass and follows the same script, except that Leonard’s crack his hairy. At the sight of a White wrestler sandwiched between two Black dudes, the crowd roars and chants its approval, its enthusiasm. There is more to come, as you no doubt suspect. The cocks of the winner and of the referee have hardened. They demand full satisfaction. Terrence, Leonard et Jordan agree on one rule in wrestling: You bareback or you fuck off!

    Cocks and assholes covered in spit kick off a manly match. Leonard fucks Terrence full blast, making him moan with pleasure, begging to be sodomized like his life depended on it. Seeing and feeling his white dick penetrating the black shit hole energizes Leonard at the utmost. Well, not completely as he is soon to find out. His own fuck chute is open for business, and Jordan intends to take advantage of the situation. First, he slips his chocolate bar up and down into the hairy crack, tapping left and right as well on the white butt cheeks. This makes his dick swell even more. Accustomed to seeing wrestlers grab each other, the referee holds firmly Leonard’s waist and engulfs his tool almost brutally. The fucker-fuckee is too busy kissing Terrence to react verbally to such a virile attack.

    The more the fucking intensifies, the more the trio feels the sap rising. Terrence masturbates to the same rhythm as Leonard stuffs him and as Terrence pounds the White wrestler. There is not one single man in the audience who is not being kissed, rimmed or fucked. There is not one professional wrestling federation who has not witnessed such an orgiastic scene. I take the word from the ancient Greek “orgiastic rites” where wild, unnatural, impure acts where worshipped. Today, of course, the word relates to activities that are exciting, stimulating and leading to orgasm. And that is exactly what our three men are about to reach. One chest and two holes simultaneously get flooded by ropes of creamy jizz. The referee declares that they are all winners of the Best Sexual Wrestling Match

    On a closing note, I read that if you want to piss off some pro wrestling fans, write that their sport is gay. In my mind, there is no doubt that wrestling IS gay. When a man in ball-outlining shiny undies wraps his crotch around another man’s head, flexes his muscles, and grunts, the activity has more to do with porn than sports.

  • My neighbor the football player

    When I was in high school my neighbor was on the football team for the local Christian school. He was about 6′ tall around 180, huge legs & of course nice broad shoulders, big arms, best of all about 8 thick inches with huge balls full of teen cum. For me he looked like he belonged in Muscle & Fitness as I was a chubby, introverted freshman in high school & this was before the Internet so muscle magazines were a great source of inspiration.

    It started one chilly Saturday morning, he called & wanted to know if I wanted to come over & play video games. Hell yeah I did, anything to be near this stud. I go over & we played a half hour or so & he says he’s warm since his mom set heat too high before she left & took his shirt off. 😍😍 He came back down the hall from his room grabbing his crotch, I pretended not to notice & drool. He asked if I’d like something to drink as he went into kitchen & whole time he’s playing with his package. He brought some snacks back for us as we played a few more minutes. He put our dishes in kitchen, came back & says he’s a little sleepy but I can keep playing. I’m kinda bummed at first as he leaned back in recliner, but then I noticed his hand sliding in his underwear & playing with his cock. After a couple minutes he pulled it out, cock rock hard, big balls just begging for attention. He’s leaned back in recliner still pretending to be asleep. Very nervous I go over & get on floor between his legs & started squeezing his muscular legs, nothing, so I kept running my hands up to his crotch & started squeezing his cock. Good news he didn’t hit me, even better he was pretending to sleep still. I leaned in & took the tip of his cock in my mouth, nothing, so I kept going taking his cock all the way to his balls. As an eager beginner cock whore I slurped on his cock bobbing my head up & down until I felt his cock start throbbing when he was about to cum & I pulled off, but stroked it till he shot. First shot hit his chest, then down his abs, some on floor next to me, but lots around the base of his cock. A couple minutes later he got up & went into kitchen for some paper towels to clean up. He came back smiling, saying I hope you liked the video game. I said yes, I should go home before his mom gets home & wonders why I’m staying so long. 

    A week or so later he sees me coming home from school & asked if I was still having trouble with my math. He had a mischievous smile on his face, so I said yes. As he was a couple years older than me, he was a great help with some subjects. He said ok, come over in a few minutes & I’ll help you. I go over say hi to his mom & we head to his room where he can help me. We sit on his bed, I take out my book & show him what we were covering that I was having trouble with. He laughs and says he had trouble with it also, but he got it now. He slid closer to me to explain it. His muscular thigh was touching my legs it sent shockwaves through my body, all I could think about was tasting his dick again. After a few minutes we decided I figured out my homework & we could play games in his room. We played for a while, then he said he was kinda tired from hard practice at school. He laid down on the bed & I kept playing for a couple minutes then I noticed him grabbing his crotch again. He got hard again & pulled it out of his underwear. I wasted no time leaning over & swallowing his cock. No playing with the head, I was a hungry teen, I swallowed it all in one big gulp. I ran my tongue around his cock like I was working on a lollipop. Him being a horny teen it took less than 5 minutes for his body to start twitching, I felt his cock throbbing where he was about to cum again, I pulled off & gave him two good strokes & his cum cannon went off again. Sprayed his chin all the way down to his pubes. I laid down next to him, after a couple minutes he sat up & asked what this mess was all over him. I must have looked confused, he ran his fingers through the cum on his chest & he told me to open my mouth, he slipped his cum covered fingers in my mouth & told me to clean it up. I was shocked how good he tasted, he told me to clean the rest up. I leaned over him & went to work slurping his cum off his muscle jock body. After a couple minutes I had him licked clean. He smiled & told me as a beginner I sucked his dick better than any girl had. 

    A few days later, I had just gotten home from school & heard the rattling of the fence & a big thud. It was the football stud, hopping the fence to come over. He knocked on the door, of course I immediately let him in. He asked me about my homework, while we were chatting I noticed him grabbing his crotch again. I suggested we go in my room where my books were. We go in sit on my bed, this time he wasted no time, leaning back pulling his dick out of his shorts, stroking it until he was hard. He asked if I wanted it, then laughed. He said of course my eager cock sucker wants it. I immediately leaned over & started licking him, all the way down to his balls, I ran my tongue across his nuts, he jumped a little, I worked back up to the tip of his cock, then opened wide & took him all the way down my throat. Today he started bucking his hips like he was fucking me. I moaned so loud with my chin touching his nuts. After a couple minutes he pushed me off, stood up & said I want to try something. He was perfect height for me to sit up & have him skull fuck me. 

    I sat up, first he smacked my face with his hard cock teasing me, then pressed his nuts against my lips, he told me to open wide, he slipped his cock down my throat as he started fucking my face. After a couple minutes I grabbed onto his muscle butt to steady myself, this just turned him on even more & he picked up his speed, pulling almost all the way out then balls back to my chin. After about 10 minutes I felt his cock twitching & his ass tighten up, his cum cannon was erupting in my mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head to make sure I swallowed it all. It felt like he fed me a half gallon of his muscle milk. After I got every last drop & he started going soft he let me go & collapsed on my bed. He smiled & said that was amazing. He said none of his girls sucked him like that or make him cum that much. I smiled & said thanks 🙏. 

    Him feeding me his teen jock muscle cum continued for over a year until I moved. I was sad to loose my muscle boy cock. 

  • My Own Private Quantico

    Big 6

    Good morning, Unit 9. We have some good news for you. In three days, you will be joining us and all your other Big Bros in retreat to start training for First Gunrape.

    Big 4

    As you know 9, Gunrape is one of the most important and revered Holy Sacraments of the Corps. On top of that, First Gunrape is one of the Corps’ officially designated Seminal Rites of Passage. That means you will have to appear before the Inquisition to have your maturity, readiness, and understanding of both the Rite and the Sacrament ascertained. You will need to thoroughly master Gunrape Catechism and prepare yourself for a grueling interrogation by the Grand Inquisitors. It’s our responsibility and Sacred Duty as your Bigs to tutor you and guide you through the process, and we’ll be at your side every step of the way, Little One.

    Big 7

    The Holy Sacraments are about much, much more than just the physical sex, 9. Yes, they’re about the sexual connection of Bodies and Minds, but beyond that they’re also about the spiritual connection of Souls, and the union of your Animus with the Spirit of the Corps. The Grand Inquisitors will drill you hard to make sure you understand that. They will not allow a Holy Sacrament to be desecrated by a recipient who has no understanding of the Downflows of the Sacrament, and only sees it in terms of the Upflows of animal lust.

    Big 3

    The Rifle Silent Drill Team that Corps AI has assigned to Gunrape you will join us in retreat. They will be training your mancunt to get it ready for the ceremony, and you will also be spending a lot of time Brosex-bonding with them before the ceremony. They will be Gunraping seven other Drones at the Silent Drill ceremony, and you will be Brosex-bonding with them as well.

  • My Island

     You might read Edgings, Exploring the Edge, Falling off the Edge books first. My Island is set a couple years after Falling off the Edge. The first seven chapters establish the new time, a few new characters, but will eventually bring back many old characters and I honestly have no idea where it will go, so hold onto your sexy asses!


    Prologue

    CASS

    God, I was horny. The plane was cramped. One of those cheapo flights where people were packed together. My seat mate was an elderly lady wearing earphones but sound asleep, leaning against the shoulder of her husband who sat at the Isle. The husband kept trying to peer over his wife at me. With good reason. I was young, fit, worked hard at that, and loved to show it off.

    I wore a skintight white tee that showed off my pecs and my dime sized nipples that poked at the thin fabric. My bubble butt and very well-endowed package was displayed in skintight black jeans, so tight my cock was hugged and displayed to the point of every bump and nearly every vein. This was exaggerated by the cock ring that pushed my goods out even more against the black denim.

    Ignoring the old man I sat back, thighs wide, crotch prominent for the hot young guy in the seat ahead who was surreptitiously peering back through the crack between the seats to stare at the shape of my semi hard cock. I gave it a dancing throb for those pretty blue eyes.

    Yeah, I tended to draw attention wherever I went. But the attention I liked to draw was best when it came from hot hunks like the one just one row up and one seat over. The hotty peered back at my display and licked his lips. But so, of course, did the old man. I was really grateful his wife sat between us and seemed oblivious to my hard on. I suppressed a “gah” of humorous disgust. The old man leaned forward coughing so he could get another look. His wife said, “Are you all right, Dear?” The old man reddened and sat back.

    I didn’t blame the old man, really, but I hoped that was that old and no longer physically attractive to someone my age, that I could restrain myself. It was undignified. Then, again, maybe when I was that old, I could be excused for trying to enjoy the scenery. 

    Hell, if I had my way, I would unzip my jeans, pull my cock out and stroke it right there on the plane. I was just barely nineteen, perpetually horny, in need of release, with a cock more than big enough for showing off, and being half hard like this, made the thought of exposure, almost too hot to handle. 

    The seat belt sign went on soon after, and I was obliged to tame things down, sit up straight, and get ready for landing. The blond hunk peering back at my crotch between the seats, offered me a disappointed pout, and put his seat back up straight as well.

    Half an hour later I was in line, leaving the plane and saw the hunk turn and move to the side in  the access tunnel for me to catch up. The stud was about six feet maybe six feet one, wearing stretch cotton boxer briefs under a sky-blue polo shirt that fit his shoulders and pecs in a very nice way, hanging loose around his narrow hips. Damn, those boxers flaunted what he had even more than my jeans. Only the fact there was no Y front made them barely passable as outerwear, and the bulge revealed enough to suggest plenty to flaunt.

    “Hey.”

    “Hey,” I said, grinning like a fool. His voice sounded as hot as the rest of him.

    We walked together.

    “Thanks for the crotch show on the plane. You kept me rock hard the whole flight. So much pre cum, I had to take my pants off and change my underwear to these.

    “I like what I am seeing now.” I remarked, reacting to that sexy purr of a baritone, my eyes glued to his bulge as we walked, watching the goods there jiggle heavily with each step.

    “Where are you headed?” he asked.

    “Florida Keys. My dad has a resort there.”

    “Nice!” The blond looked disappointed. “I’m getting off here.” (As here was Denver, we were ending up nowhere close. “I live In Boulder,” he said, and I could feel both our disappointments.

    “At the moment I wish I did too.” I said, grinning.

    “Here, at least let me give you a card. Has my email and phone. You ever in this area, give me a call, and I will put you up for however long you like. Umm, I have a partner but… if he gave me trouble, I would just kick his ass. Your too beautiful, he’d probably want you, himself.” The blond wiggled his brows. I glanced at the card. It read Jeff Honeywell.”

    He was a honey all right. We walked together as far as the main terminal when Jeff turned to take his leave to go to baggage.

    I did not have a card, but I quickly said, “My dad’s resort is called Mark’s Marine and Hotel Resort on Mark’s Key. It’s a private Island in the Florida Keys. You can find it on the computer.”

    “I’ll look it up. Maybe I will take my next spring break there.”

    “That would be awesome!”

    We looked at each other, and then stepped into each other and hugged with lips brushing and then… he was gone, heading down to baggage. Since I had a connecting flight, I just had to hope all my stuff made it, too and would meet me in Florida.

    But meeting Jeff Honeywell had made me hornier than ever. 

    God, but I hoped Dad’s resort island had some gay men. There was one very special one I hoped would be there, the x husband to my cousin Alex Shearer’s friend, Dan who owned two beach resorts, one in Rehoboth beach Delaware, and one in Key West he’d just bought a year ago.

    That was an interesting story in itself. I’d gone to Rehoboth for Thanksgiving a year ago, to visit Alex.. At that time, Alex and Dan were obviously really close, close enough to confuse the hell our of me, along with other guys all living together in a big place by the beach. Dan’s husband spent most of his time away piloting yachts up and down the Inland water way to Florida and back. Dan was hot, my cousin even hotter, but Jake… oh fuck Jake, Captain Jake Saunders, one time Navy Seal, present ship Captain, was on another plane of hotness. Slightly taller than I, and more powerfully built.

    It had been a casual mention out of lots of talks with my dad, but my dad had no idea how big a mention Jake’s name had been to me. Jake was complicated, and fascinating, and though I’d barely scratched the surface of him, and hadn’t seen him for what was going on a year now, I was obsessed.

    What with one thing and another I hadn’t seen Jake since then, but I wanted too, and I hoped I soon would.

    I went back to school for my last year getting my MBA, and I found a roommate, a straight dude who didn’t mind that I was gay. I actually thought George was secretly curious about it, and since George was hot, if in a thicker muscle boy way then I’d been tempted to teach George a thing or two. Maybe it was the memory of Jake, I am not sure, but seducing a straight roommate lost the appeal it might once have had. George was becoming a really good friend, but I knew even if I did get him into bed, he genuinely loved his girlfriend, Diedre, and wanted to marry her, and who was I to spoil their happiness? As it was, I just teased my roomy by going naked a lot in our apartment. I’d caught George looking too… a lot. Particularly the last few weeks.

    It was a good thing graduation came, with it a final blow out frat party, and I was headed for the airport to get to Dad’s resort for the summer and maybe longer. George had gotten drunk and somehow ended up crawling into my bed with me. But other than a clumsy attempt to kiss me, before he’d fallen asleep, we’d never gotten further than that.

    Despite being in memory world over Jake, I made my next flight, giving the cute flight attendant a big smile, which was returned with an intensity that told me the attendant was on our same side of the orientation Isle. “Welcome aboard, Sir.”

    “Thank you.” Winking at him, I went to take my seat. His was an aisle seat this time, and at the front of the plane. As minutes passed it became clear there’re would be few passengers. The attendant steered others clear of the front row while I studied him. The flight attendant’s uniform showed off a very fit young man, a gymnast or dancer, very nice legs, and ass, maybe a few years older than me with brown hair, brown eyes like liquid pools of chocolate. The uniform tag read Rod Hardon. Oh MY GOD, Rod Hardon? How could someone go through life with a name like that? 

    When departure time approached, Rod himself got on the com to the passengers. “Welcome aboard. This is an economy shuttle flight but we… meaning I… will serve snacks halfway through. Peanuts or crackers or chips and some soda or water. If you will notice the exit doors, there are two at the rear and two up here near the front of the Isle.”

    A programmed announcement came on next leaving the attendant free to follow along demonstrating the oxygen cups and flotation devices drill. This done, he said, “Please keep your seat belts fastened until the captain has turned off the seatbelts sign.”

    Rod took an obligatory trip on down the aisle, checking seatbelts and tray tables before coming back to my side.

    One more glance down the aisle, and he turned and sat down next to me with a wide smile and a cheerful. “Hi.”

    “Hi.”

    “Those tight black slim cut big cock hugging jeans of yours are driving me out of my mind.” Rod, the attendant said breathily in my ear, sending tingles to my crotch, making my cock dance visibly in my tight jeans. My ears were super sensitive to hot breath and tongue licks. Any contact with my ear and my cock just had to surge to almost painful hardness.

    “Good. That’s what they are for.” I said dimpling with what I knew from mirror practice, was an adorable smirk. Conceited much?

    “MMm, is that thing real?” His eyes were on my crotch.

    “Yup.”

    “Fuck.” The attendant’s right hand moved to left thigh and slid upwards.

    Ok, that felt way too good to pretend otherwise. I vented a soft moan as the attendant’s hand cupped my bulge and explored my swelling cock where it stretched up and across to my left hip. “I may have to take special care of you,” he husked into my ear, “but first let’s get that seat belt fastened.” Rod clipped me into my seat belt for him, taking every advantage offered to fondle and caress what was bulging and throbbing there and not a moment too soon, as the plane’s engines revved for takeoff.

    “Mmm, you keep teasing that, and I am going to have to let it out.” I warned as the plane accelerated down the runway.

    “I’ve had that in mind.” The attendant said. Once the plane gathered altitude Rod Hardon’s hand returned to my hard cock, massaging me through my jeans. But once were leveled off, he had to get up and see to his passengers.

    The only problem was my new sexy attendant friend Rod, was showing a very intimately outlined erection. “Now look what you did to me!” He gasped. I had to laugh as the attendant went up to the galley area out of sight. He did not quite close the curtains, but, making sure I could see through the gap, he unzipped his pants, pulled out a very nice seven plus inch cock and applied some ice to it. Rod was trying to cool down his rod before he served the rest of the customers. He visibly shuddered, but grinned as he did it, soon tucking himself back in and zipping up to resume service to the passengers.

    I couldn’t help teasing him. I undid the top button of my pants jeans, pushed my seat back so the next time Rod wheeled his cart up the Isle and looked, he had a splendid view of my rock-hard ten-inch cock throbbing just for him. As I usually did, the better to show off, I had gone commando, so there was only the black denim to separate cock from exposure. The next time Rod passed, me I had undone the zipper part way, and my erection teased the edge of my belt line. Only a casual hand holding down my cock, kept it from springing up out of the fly into exposure. But oh, it felt so good to gain that much more release around my aching cock. And this way, my hand, resting over my hard cock was in position so that my fingers could reach through the half down fly to brush over the throbbing shaft.

    Rod’s eyes bugged out and he licked his lips as he passed me.

    Finally, when I was the only one left to serve, Rod brought sodas for both of us and settled beside me. His hand moved over to unzip e the rest of the way. My pounding soda can thick cock swung up and out making Rod’s jaw drop. Then the attendant bent forward, and kissed piss slit with the drop of precum dressing it, his hands fondling the balls as his tongue licked and swirled over the shaft. I groaned with delight. “Oo this is good. I am so close.”

    “Already?” Rod asked.

    “Yes, it’s been a while.”

    “Your huge, my mouth has never stretched this wide.”

    “You’re doing great. Most guys can’t get half that far.”

    I believe it.” Encouraged the attendant went back to it, after a while managing to get this mouth around the head and halfway down the shaft. he could not take it further, but his hands moved up to jack the part he couldn’t suck.

    My balls contracted as the point of no return came and went, that super-hot tightening feeling under my balls kept condensing toward explosion. My first jet pulse made my eyes cross, as my cock spat into that fantastic mouth. The attendant gobbled away like a vacuum cleaner, taking every drop, just in time too. As he lifted his head from my cock, he happened to see someone coming up the Isle.

    “Quick, Cass, cover up.” Rod grabbed a napkin and dropped it over my hypersensitive throbbing cock just as a tall broad-shouldered man reached my seat. The man’s eyes dropped to the two of us, moved to my lap clearly taking in the state of things. A grin appeared on wide lips, and he said to us, “NIce, boys. wish I could join you, but my wife has eyes like a hawk.” With a chuckle the man winked and moved on to the rest room.

    “Damn.” I gasped, breathing hard from my climax.

    “Yeah, damn. Your hot. I… I am going to be busy the rest of the flight. Do you have a card? I want your number… I want to see you again.”

    I smiled, satisfied for the moment. I was still horny. It took more than one climax to appease me once I got this needy. But at least the edge was off. I could relax and look forward to seeing my dad again… and maybe… just maybe the sexy Jake.

  • How to be a sinner at church

    After my divorce, yes I was once married to a woman.  For a few many years now my Aunt had been hounding me to come to her church.  I fought against for a while but then when she quit asking I went.  After a few times of going I was approached by an elder asking me why I didn’t attend their singles group Sunday school.  Well the next Sunday I went.  There were mainly women in there, I believe if memory serves me it was I, another young man and of course Randy.  Randy like me was divorced and had a daughter.  We eventually had a few group outings and sometime after the first of the year it was getting close to spring it happened. 

    Now I knew that Randy worked two jobs he was first working as a server when I met him then he went to work as a cashier.  I also knew that Randy worked somewhere during the day the others were his second jobs.  The only thing was we didn’t really hangout except as a group however we would talk to each other when at service.  I didn’t know where he worked for his full time day job.  So we were on the back row of the choir loft chit chatting.  The next thing I know he had taken his legs and place them over my legs making some kind of sexual comment, however I don’t remember it.  I looked over at Randy asking hey if you don’t mind me asking where you work at on your regular job.  He then told me where he worked at and all the color ran out of my face. Then running through my mind was the thought Oh shit that is where my ex-wife works.  I finally mustard up enough nerve to look back at him saying no way that is where my ex works do you know her.  He looked at me very puzzled since I had known him for about 8 months or more now.  He asked what her name is.  I told him and before I could say anything else, now mind you we are in the choir loft on a Sunday evening just before service. I told him.  Without a beat he says so you are the son of a bitch who’s ass I want to kick.  I was in complete shock, looking right at him I say excuse me.  He then proceeds to tell me how she had gone to work stating that I had an affair with my 60 something year old neighbor, I was 28 at the time.  How I beat her and my daughter.  How I had even sexually molested my daughter.  All lies.  We spoke for a few minutes more.  All through the service I couldn’t get him off my mind the way he laid his legs across mine.  I did tell him don’t start something you can’t finish.  I went up to him after service asking him could we talk for a minute.  I was kneeling down beside his old car talking we discussed various things.  I said look can I ask you something he said sure.  I asked how bad it was that I looked at pornography especially that it was gay.  We talked about some stuff then he came clean to me that he had been sleeping with the deacon’s son for years.  Then he said I would love to play with you sometime.  We pulled out our dicks sitting in the church parking lot so we could see what the other had.  I reached over touching his he was hard as a rock and so was I.  We made plans to meet later in the week at his apartment.  At this time in my life I had only been with my first and then 2 others guys.

    Well the day finally arrived that I was going to get to have some fun with Randy.  I arrived at his apartment sometime early that evening.  We sat down in his living room conversing about our sexual escapades he had done a lot more then I had over the years.  Finally he jumps up saying hey lets go get a shower.  I had never at this point showered with anyone before so we got undressed and jumped in.  He lathered up his hands with lots of soap then would slowly take his hands and run them all over my body.  Randy said okay turn around he slowly soaped up my back then all of a sudden he pulled his hand in between my ass crack hitting my sphincter all the way causing me to moan in pure ecstasy.  Then he would go back and forth with his hand hitting my sphincter every time.  All of sudden he stopped took his finger and shoved it up in my pink hole.  He was going in and out then went in 2 fingers then three.  Next thing I know after rinsing me very well I felt something warm go between my ass cracks, it was his tongue.  I had never been rimmed before so this was new to me.  Randy began licking up and down from side to side.  He stopped it was now my turn I had rimmed a guy before and couldn’t wait to do it again.  We exited the shower drying off ourselves then proceeded to the bedroom.  I lay on the bed while he continued to talk opening up my legs he began to perform oral sex on my.  I was blown away at how great he was sucking my cock.  Then he looked at me saying I want to fuck you to which I said go for it.  He opened his drawer got out a condom and some lube.  I up to this point had really only been barebacked once or twice by my first.  I had never barebacked anyone myself as I had only topped one guy so far.  Randy started to fuck me when just a few moments in he says I hate condoms can I take it off.  I was like sure go ahead next thing I know he is entering me raw it felt so much better.  He was like I am about to cum where do you want it I said baby shoot it inside me I want to feel you.  Then after he breed my hole he pulled out then went to giving me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had.  I was like I am going to cum he wouldn’t stop wow he swallowed my load that had never happened.

    A few weeks would go by before we would get together once again.  The other times we would fuck and suck each other.  One time I was able to suck him off and that was the first time I had tasted someone else’s cum.  We would take turns fucking each other always bareback and unloading our sweet streams of gooey cum inside of one another.  Randy would tell me how even after he was married that he and the deacon’s son had talked their wives into swinging.  He told me finally they dared the girls to fuck each other so in turn they did the same saying they should do it too.  They didn’t know that the boys had been fucking each other since they were teen agers.  I always felt that Randy was gay or at least bi sexual.  Randy taught me many things and allowed me to do things I had never done before.  He really opened my eyes sexually to a whole new world.  He was not at Sunday school one morning then we got the message next week that he had gone back to his ex-wife.  I ran into him at his job a few months later where he informed me that he would love to have a threesome with me and his wife.  I informed him that I was gay and didn’t do women anymore.  That was the last I saw of him.

  • Derek the Gym Voyeur

    His dick was fat – probably 7 1/2 to 8 inches long but also fat. Not however quite as fat as mine and my length didn’t far exceed his. Yet when he saw mine he gasped, probably for what he knew would be the impact on his rarely used hole.

    The fur on his chest was trimmed short but thick and the trail down the cleft between his abs narrowed as it approached his narrow waist line. Then in a great thatch his bush blossomed out, down and around that fat cock. The color contrast with his untanned skin on that part of him seemed to accentuate his already bold Adonis belt. Below his impressive member hung two larger than average and very hairy balls. My assumption, based on his extreme muscularity, of steroids seemed refuted by those two large signs of his manhood.

    He had a sheen of sweat. “Did you rush here so fast that you haven’t even had time to cool down?”

    “I don’t expect to cool down anytime soon,” he answered gravely, his eyes smoldering, still locked on my own hard dick jutting forth. Then he seem to regain himself a little and looked up at me with a taunting smirk. “How many men turn and run when they see that thing?”

    “None today, at least not yet,” I answered and quickly followed it with, “Are you planning to be the first?”

    Derek was the guy I had seen beating his meat at the urinal when I had fucked the other muscle sub in the stall a day before. When I’d left the stall and saw him I had a momentary worry about a complaint and so invited him to leave his number at the gym desk. He had in the form of a message for me: “I heard you get great results. Derek” and his number. I gave him points for the clever phrasing.

    The text I sent was met with eagerness. How could I pass up another muscle sub? We got the affirmations of being clean, on PreP and vaxxed out of the way efficiently.

    His arrival had been surprisingly speedy. He undressed immediately upon entering my modest house. Perhaps in response to me answering the door completely naked and boned.

    He smirked again, trying to deliver a look of determination, almost verging on rage. “I’m no pussy,” he asserted defiantly. And then, a bit less defiantly but with every bit of the determination he’d shown earlier, “You may be calling 911 for me when you’ve had your filthy way with me, SIR. And I do indeed hope it’s FILTHY but no way am I passing up that magnificent bull cock of yours, SIR.”

    I thought about saying something cheesy like, “it’s not going to suck itself” or “you’re going to have to earn it” but I was sufficiently horny that instead I ordered expeditiously, “On your knees!” The double “sirs” had me primed.

    He held my gaze for a moment longer than he should have, and my ‘Sir glare’ did any speaking for me. Derek sunk to his knees, positioning himself so that his face was less than an inch from the large glob of precum bubbling out my piss slit. I restrained myself from saying, “good boy” because there would be plenty of time for that later.

    He looked up at me in a constant gaze. Good self-control for a muscle boy. “Taste me,” I ordered ambiguously, to test him.

    Derek smiled and kept his eyes on mine but put out his tongue and very gently licked the sensitive underside of my wet dickhead. As his tongue passed up and over my piss slit the glob of my lube was transferred to just on his tongue. He retracted his tongue and savored it, closing his eyes for just a moment and then gazed up at me again. “Thank you, Sir,” he said almost solemnly and closed his mouth and swallowed.

    “Is that what you want?” I asked him.

    “My only want is to be pleasure and satisfaction to you, Sir!” he answered with neither hesitation nor any hint of insincerity.

    “That rod of yours suggests you are seeking satisfaction of another sort,” I challenged him.

    “Sir, I seek only to serve you. I cannot control my dick, but neither does it control me. If you wish I will be locked as proof.”

    I involuntarily laughed. “That would be a large cage, boy!”

    “I own cages. My past experience has not been pleasant or successful. I am eager to be locked again if you want to hold my key.”

    To be honest caging is neither interesting nor is it stimulating to me. Nor is it offputting should a sub be caged who has become of interest to me. It is of no consequence, a sub’s dick. And I have been known to enjoy the use of a sun’s dick on rare occasion.

    “That won’t be necessary, boy.”

    He betrayed the slightest relief for which I did not reproach him. Then his eyes briefly flicked to my angry member and back up to my eyes. “May I, sir?”

    I glanced down and saw that teardrop of my pre was hanging off my tip, larger than before. Before I answered, he asked again, respectfully enough.

    “Please, Sir. Your precious juices should not be wasted.”

    I nodded, and he smiled. Again he maintained our eye contact while he carefully put out his tongue, this time with his mouth open wider and his tongue out far enough to touch my shaft behind my fat head. His lick forward and up over my head concludes with his mouth briefly enveloping my head with a hummed moan and the briefest of closing his eyes before disengaging. Again his eyes maintained contact with mine as he openly savored my goo and then swallowed with a dramatic “Mmmmm” and again closed eyes. He opened them again and looked up and said, “Thank you, Sir!” with more emphasis.

    Looking down I caught notice that he was dripping a puddle of his own pre on my XRP luxury vinyl floor. Good thing I had gone with the waterproof for the entry and living room where snow was often tracked in this time of year.

    “Lube yourself for later with that mess you are making on my floor.”

    Without hesitation he moved back on his knees, bent to the floor and licked his output up with that big wide tongue of his. The sight of his wife muscular back flexing forward and then back again had me drooling. He checked to see he had got the most of it and briefly put his tongue out to show me. He swiveled around on his knees, bent down again, this time with his beautiful hairy ass in the air, drooled his pre out of his mouth onto his hand and then reached back and expertly lubed his shaved hole and pressed inside.

    I think my balls wanted to shoot right then and there. My dick wanted in that hole! When he began to straighten up again my voice nearly cracked. “Hold that position, boy!”

    He smiled. I caught it in the tall mirror resting on the floor next to him near the door. I sunk Tony knees and pressed myself against his hole rougher than I intended because I was adjusting my balance.

    Derek sucked in his breath and flexed his back muscles as he arched his ass into the air farther. He was pushing back but that tight pucker of his was not yielding. “Let me in, boy!”

    “Yes, sir!” He immediate changed to pushing out from within instead of pushing back into me. My weight being slightly forward provided the force, and that pucker opened enough for half my head to spread it before I encountered more resistance. “Ummmf,” he groaned.

    “OPEN!” I ordered louder. “Show me you want to pleasure me, boy!”

    “I do, sir,” he replied with a bit of pain in his tone. Then he grunted and pushed out again.

    That provided enough laxity in his opening that my entire head went inside his hot slippery opening.

    “OMMMMMMMMF!” he cried more than groaned. “So big, sir!” he panted and drove a fist to my floor. His beautiful back and shoulder muscles, along with his triceps planted on one side and rolling as he pounded his fist on the floor on the other were a sight worthy of a Michelangelo. Then as fast as he nearly protested he turned demanding. He pushed back hard and took some more of me. “Fuck me, Sir!”

    I bent and took hold of his shoulders and rammed myself inside him to the root. OH GOD —— YES!” he cried. “So it, Sir! Use my pussy!”

    Intending to do just that I began long strokes out and fast, hard strokes back in. The friction was excessive. His tightness brought my balls to a boil and his hotness inside scorched my rod. Each time I bottomed out in him was met with a loud groan and each outward stroke yielded a moan when I felt my head’s wide edge bump over his prostate.

    “How’s this, boy?” I asked him.

    “Sir, yes, sir, just use me. Take my pussy and use me.”

    I did not refuse him. I didn’t let the slight pain of his tightness hold me back. My own pre was coating his insides along with his own juices making it easier to slide into and pull out of him. The tightness remained constant. That made it difficult to keep myself from starting to advance to an edge I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

    “Sir, PLEASE! I want it.”

    “Aren’t you getting it, boy?” I spat. I pulled out abruptly and held back.

    He wailed! “I’m sorry, Sir! I don’t mean to be demanding. But your cock, sir! It’s like a magic wand inside my worthless pussy bringing it alive. PLEASE, Sir! Please use me.”

    “Get the fuck over behind the sofa and bend over!”

    He was on his feet like a gymnast as I took a bit longer. He was headed by me into my living room but paused and extended his arm to help me up.

    I took his assistance but groused and tried not to laugh. “Okay, boy, you’ve done your good deed for the day. Get that cunt over my couch NOW!”

    “Yes, Sir!” he snapped but he was grinning. Then he bent in and kissed my lips so fast I couldn’t stop him. “You’re fucking fantastic. SIR!” he added with some cheek.

    Before I could get a reproach out of my mouth the muscle boy scrambled over to the sofa and bent over it. His beautiful butt was out, and he was moving it in a back and forth motion. “Come get it, daddy!”

    “That’s ‘Sir,’ to you, boy!” I growled and approached. I think my Rod had never been so hard, swinging back and forth as I gazed on his amazing, tensed glutes, hams, thick calves and wide apart big feet.

    “Yes, Sir. I deserve to be punished for that slip, Sir!” he said with a weakly disguised playfulness. He waved his ass at me faster.

    I took position and jammed myself inside his tight pussy until my pubics were nearly in his hole. He screamed and threw his head back and then slumped forward but never pulled away. He panted. “Do it, Sir! USE this pussy!”

    My dick took over and I went crazy on that tight pussy of his. I pounded and pounded and he never got any looser. And the heat built until it really did feel like my dick’s skin was burning.

    So were my balls. I felt the beginning of it there and then up my body and out my arms and legs. I was boiling on the inside.

    “God yes! Give me everything you have, Sir! FUCK my pussy. Fill my cunt!”

    Derek’s arms were spread wide along the top back of the sofa. It gave me an even more pleasing view of his big traps, lats and everything else. He had the most perfect thatch of coal colored body hair at the base of his back that tickled my groin even now that it was soaked with sweat.

    “This body deserves to be used, boy!”

    “That’s my purpose, Sir!” he shouted back.

    I was closer. Close enough to know I had the choice to keep pumping and in a minute or two I’d be filling him or ——

    There was no or. I fucked even harder, slamming so hard that his loud groans turned to cries of “OH FUCK YEAH. SIR, I CAN FEEL IT COMING! GIVE IT ALL TO YOUR BOY, SIR!”

    He did apparently feel it because my body tensed and then erupted like Krakatoa. I was seized up jammed inside him to my root and then was shouting and my body was jerking as I blasted what felt like a quart of semen inside him.

    Aiding my ecstasy was his continuing cries and his own spasms of his ecstasy. Then I felt the rhythmic grips around my throbbing rod and hear the thumps of his own cum splashing on the back of my precious leather sofa. I forced myself to the present by affirming my certain knowledge that a quick cleanup and some saddle soap and the sofa would survive the sweat we’d dripped and splattered and his cum.

    We came down that way. He held position and his cries diminished to a satisfied hum. He also gently massaged my deflating prick with his juiced-up pussy. I wanted to clean the leather, but my dick said it could wait.

    “Clean it up!”

    I meant the back of the sofa. But Derek was on his knees and sucking down my semi hard-on in a flash. His tongue was like a dick carwash and was working over my length and girth so diligently that I was hard again. Not bad for mid-fifties!

    It didn’t hurt that the muscle boy was stunning from that angle. His traps and shoulders, his lats and hairy fresh-fucked glutes jutting out, that sweaty thatch of lower back body fur —— and the strong smell of our sex. My dick was raring to go and the muscle bitch was working it with all he had including a throat almost as effective as his pussy!

    I put my hands on his sweaty hair and slowed him and pushed him away gently. “That’s a job well done. Now clean-up the back of the couch.”

    He turned ad saw the amazing amount of cum he’d sprayed and turned back to me. “Sorry, sir!” His expression was between contrition and mischief. “I should have asked permission but the way Sir fucked me there’s no way I could have controlled myself.”

    “Just lick it up. MEN don’t waste cum.”

    He seemed to take the role release when I included him in “men” in that. He grinned and made a valiant effort to lick the back of the sofa until there wasn’t a hint of his cum, checking and rechecking until he was satisfied. Then he stood and stepped to directly in front of me and gazed up at me. I did nothing to stop him. He leaned up and in and pressed his mouth to mine and share his cum with me. Bitter, very bitter. Or maybe that was the saddle soap from the last time I lovingly attended to my prize possession.

    The kids though was better than it should have been. I found myself pulling him tight and wrapping my arms around him, not grinding but in contact from chest to feet.

    We finally stopped and pulled back but not out of each other’s hold.

    “Wow!” he said it first.

    “Wow,” I agreed.

    “That’s okay, right? You stopped the role play and it’s okay I snowballed my load with you?” he asked with sincerity.

    I squeezed his delts, enjoying the bulk of them in my hand as much as I did the sight of them. “‘Okay’ isn’t the word I’d use, Derek.”

    “As always, you’re correct —— Sir.” He added it with a broad grin and then leaned up and pecked my lips again. A long peck but just a peck. Then he pulled back. “Got any leather cleaner?” he asked, running his hand lovingly along the back of my sofa.

    I might just fall for this one!

    At least until the next one flexes for me and bends over!

  • Wrestling at Work

    Well I had matured into my late 20’s by this point in my life.  I was in the first year of a new job and was miserable.  At this current place of employment I had acquired a lot of new friends as there were almost 800 people who worked there.  There were so many hot guys that I worked around that I would get to go home with a different fantasy in my mind every night.  I was pulled into the office by one of the managers stating that he noticed my work was slipping a bit and was everything okay.  At this point I decided to turn in my two week notice.  I had no idea what I was going to do I just knew that I couldn’t deal with that position anymore.  One of the girls I knew who had worked in Customer service informed me she had just transferred into a new department and that the manager was hiring.  I thought I have no experience he will never hire me.  Short of the long of it he did so I would start the next week.  We got to talking one day where he finally asked me you are gay right.  Well of course I was.  I had done the right thing to make my family happy and got married.  Later I found out most everyone again knew I was gay.  When Brian and I would close together which he usually did once or twice a week we would get to talking about sexual stuff, not personal just general.  The holy roller we had working there informed me to stay clear of Brian he may turn you gay.  I told him this and we laughed.  I explained to Brian I had been with a few guys before I got married but lost contact with them.  We had most of the gay associates in the company that would come by and see Brian so I soon learned who was gay.  Every time there was a managers meeting in another state he would take me with him and we always shared a room.  After a year or so we had some folks leave and that is when he had Ricky transfer into our department.

    See Ricky was about my height very slender and the thing that attracted me most to him was his red hair.  Yes Ricky is a ginger.  I would get so turned on seeing him in his tight uniform the way it caressed his plump butt.  He was very athletic playing multiple sports as well as he was a wrestler in high school.  He was 18 years old was headed to college and let me tell you the boy was sexy and strong.  I would go home many nights after work thinking up different fantasies of how Ricky would make love to me.  Well one day I was out driving, I knew where he lived it was a small area.  I saw him out in the yard washing his car. He was only wearing boxers with a pair of tight nylon running shorts.  Ricky was wet with sweat and his red chest hairs where gleaming from the water droplets.  I was finally able to see his chest it was so beautiful he had the perfect little pink nipples that just cried out for me to put lips on them.  I left went home and for a while had made up a fantasy of how he invited me into his house. Once inside I would be able to see his large dick getting longer and thicker through his shorts.  Then he would tell me you can touch it if you want to.  I would in my mind reach out for his hot cock then running my hand along the band of his shorts pull them back to release it from its location.  I would then get on my knees slowly taking the head into my mouth licking all around it as I smelled his manly sweaty scent.  Sucking on him for a moment till he said stop.  Then he would turn me around pull down my shorts lube up his cock with spit and shove it deep inside of me until he unloaded every drop of sperm in his balls.  Man I so wish it would have happened this way.

     Well at some point my manager decided he wanted to go back to the previous company that he worked for.  I met with the District Manager who asked me to temporarily run the store for him.  After doing this for 2 months I was given the position.  I used to go in my office and sit at my desk all stressed out from the day and Ricky would come massaging my neck and shoulders.  He had such a tight grip on his hands it would hurt at first but then would always feel so good.  If I was lucky I would be walking in the back hall way when we worked evening shift and he would grab me from behind to wrestle me.  I would always try to reach around to brush up against him but never was able to mistakenly touch his cock.  I really think he always positioned himself to keep that from happening.  This happened multiple times where he would just grab me out of the blue and start wrestling me.  I would talk with my old manager about this and he said that Ricky was just being playful and there was nothing too it.  Now it makes me wonder if the two of them ever did anything together.  Ricky continued to be a crush of mine I never said anything to him at all.  He was just in my fantasies of what could have happened.

  • Adam’s Troubles

    “Caught Spying”

    Adam Rowan remembered one of his least memorable moments from high school, when he was caught “spying” on a neighbor. 

    He was 19 years old, a senior in high school and was working out, getting a good pump in and was sweating like a beast; Adam shed his baseball uniform from afterschool practice, although had some trouble getting his pants off. His giant phat ass was becoming a problem once again, since the sweat caused the pants to be plastered against his perfectly round, white cheeks. Unfortunately, Adam had to rip them off and hoped that his coach wouldn’t be too pissed, when he came to practice the next day without them. 

    He fucking hated his plump feminine ass cheeks, something that he had supposedly gotten from his mom’s side of the family and worked hard to rid himself of that genetic curse. Still it remained a problem all the way to present day and Adam had a lot of stories revolving around his bubble butt. 

    As he lifted the weight bar, he heard some strange, loud noises coming from next door and decided to go check it out. There was a white wooden fence separating Adam’s backyard from the neighbors, this friendly couple named the Franklins who had no kids and lived quietly together. Adam thought that the husband was pretty hot, while the wife was beautiful in her own right despite not having any attraction towards her. 

    He wiped the sweat from his face with a semi-clean towel that he pulled from his hamper. Adam was kinda worried that his stepdad Ed would get on his case again about the piles of dirty clothes and jockstraps that littered his bedroom floor. He knew that if it wasn’t cleaned up by that night that Ed would give him a bare-bottom spanking over his knee. Weirdly enough, the idea made Adam’s dick stiffen when he heard the statement over breakfast. 

    Peering through a hole in the fence that no one had fixed yet, Adam saw someone that he had never noticed before cleaning up the hedges. He was tall, rugged, and had sweaty brown skin–a definite man’s man like Adam’s baseball coach and stepdad. He was shirtless so Adam could see that the man was jacked like a motherfucker! The bottom half of his body was partially clothed with the man wearing basketball shorts that hung low on his chiseled hips. 

    “Fuck…look at those cum gutters! I want to lick every inch of him!” Adam muttered under his breath as the blood rushed into his dick–making it grow from a puny four and a half inches to six. He was already touching himself, but slowly and quickly picked up the pace. 

    Then, Adam watched as the scene swiftly changed erotic on a dime. 

    The man groaned loudly, “Yeah bitch–suck that cock like a good daddy slut!” 

    “What the…” Adam moved to get a better angle and saw that the man was getting blown by Mr. Franklin. 

    Adam knew that it was him, even from this slightly better advantage point because of the older man’s fiery red hair that the gardener was gripping. Also something was glittering in the light and knew that it was Mr. Franklin’s shiny golden ring that he always wore on his ring finger. 

    “Holy fucking shit!” Both the gardener and Adam exclaimed, although the latter said it much quieter as to not alert the two adulterers to who was spying on them. 

    Sweat slid down Adam’s ass crack and right over his sensitive asshole, making him subconsciously reach back behind himself and play with his jock pussy. He rubbed in time with his dick strokes, getting into a steady rhythm as Franklin choked around the gardener’s huge Latino cock. 

    SUCK! SLURP! SSUUCCKK! SSLLUURRPP!!!

    Loud wet lewd cocksucking noises made Adam so fucking horny and hard, he wished he was over there fighting Mr. Franklin for a good deepthroat face fuck from the handsome stud. 

    Franklin pulled back, letting the gardener slap him in the face with his heavy veiny weapon, getting his rosy red cheeks covered in precum and spit. 

    “Fuck papi–I need this dick in my cunt so bad–please fuck me papi!” Franklin said breathlessly. 

    “Yeah baby, you want this big fucking cock stuffed deep in that pussy?”

    “Yes!” 

    “Then get on your hands and knees for me bitch! I want to see that ass spread wide and open, and no condom this time!” 

    “Come on papi, please wear a condom!” Franklin begged, only to be met with a harsh dick slap from the younger guy. It made Adam gasp and smack his pussy harder. 

    He was getting close to cumming, having been scared of jerking off in his room at night because of his noisy brothers. 

    “What did I say bitch!? Do you want me to tell your whore wife about this? Maybe I’ll tell her tonight, when I’m blowing her back out!” 

    “No…please…don’t–you don’t have to wear a condom…” 

    “I know I can bitch and I’m going to cum in that ass too, so you better be ready for that!” 

    Franklin moaned, it seemed to Adam that he really enjoyed that creampie threat. 

    “You fucking daddy slut–you want this big cock rearranging your guts–of course you do, all you fucking cum sluts want this big teen cock!” Adam fantasized himself getting ready to fuck the desperate red-headed DILF, despite Franklin not actually being a dad. 

    He smacked his pussy again, almost getting the tips of his fingers past the sweat-covered asslips. 

    SMACK! “Oh fuck!” SMACK! “Fucking” SMACK! “Daddy wanting my dick so bad! SMACK! SMACK! “God-fucking-damn it!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

    POP! 

    Finally Adam’s fingers slid into his hole and he saw stars, his balls rising up as an orgasm was impending. Then, a solid firm hand came slamming down on his left bare ass cheek! 

    SSMMAACCKK! 

    “FUCK! What the–” Adam screeched, caught so off guard that he yelled loud enough that it surprised and scared Franklin and the gardener next door. Adam even lost his footing and fell into the side of the fence, definitely letting both of them know that someone from the Rowans was watching their erotic act. 

    Adam’s ass cheek rippled and bounced from the hand smack, leaving behind a large red handprint on his shiny white skin. He glanced over his shoulder to fight and yell at whoever just spanked him and saw Ed standing there with a very angry, red face. 

    Oh shit! Adam thought, his stomach dropping but his dick remained rock hard. 

    “What the hell are you doing like this young man?” Ed asked. 

    He had to have gotten off from work, since he was wearing his grey business suit that looked painted on his stout hulking physique. Adam instinctively dropped his gaze down to Ed’s massive package, which was larger than usual and gulped loudly. 

    “W-what?” 

    “Don’t ‘what’ me, young man! You tell me what you were just doing, dressed like a slut out here in the open for anyone to see!” Ed yelled in his deep, gravely voice. 

    Adam took a little too long to answer his stepdad back and Ed decided to take matters into his own hands to make his cocky, lazy jock stepson answer him. 

    “That’s it, you’re coming with me!” Ed said, grabbed Adam by his ear and pulling him into the house. 

    The next thing Adam knew, he was pushed into Ed’s home office in the basement and stood in the middle of the room, while Ed took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his button-up. With the jacket off, Adam’s hole twitched as Ed’s muscles flexed with every motion and action–even his back was heavily muscled. The man pulled his desk chair from behind the desk and sat down in it, not waiting for Adam to understand what was about to happen and pulled him over his knee. 

    “No! Wait–” 

    SMACK! 

    Ed smacked the same ass cheek again, although with a lot more force behind it just to silence his defiant stepson. 

    “That’s enough of that…now I’m going to slap this big perky ass of yours, until you tell me what you were doing looking through the fence into the Franklins’ backyard.” Ed said matter-of-factly. 

    Adam was definitely scared of the pain, but was extremely turned on and waited for…

    CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
    CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
    CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

    “FUCK!” Adam yelled and received another volley of harsh spanks on his sweaty ass. 

    “Watch your language, son! I will not have that foul language under my roof and I won’t have a spoiled, dirty, perverted brat either!” 

    CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
    CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
    CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

    Adam was hard as a rock, impossibly hard and with every slap against his completely red cheeks, his dick was being worked toward what was going to be a pretty big cum explosion. It got worse when Ed figured that Adam’s butt was red enough for his liking and focused on the white ass flesh in between the jock’s twin beach balls. 

    What a slutty pervert! Jerking off to whatever was going on next door, maybe that fag Franklin was messing around with his stud gardener–it’s horrible that Jose is fucking with dirty queers like Franklin! Can’t have Adam growing up like that and thinking like that, a good nice hole spanking should rid him of those dirty thoughts! Ed thought, putting all of his power into smacking up and down Adam’s ass crack. 

    He couldn’t help but admit that the boy had a nice ass, if Adam had longer hair and more of a feminine figure, he would’ve figured that he was a hot chick. The kid’s ass always popped into his head, when he was fucking Lois and made him fuck his wife even harder. Deep down he wanted to fuck and tongue Adam’s jock pussy, but years of a Christian upbringing had taught him to bury those feelings deep down inside of himself. 

    CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
    CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
    CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

    “D-daddy! S-s-stop–I’m going to CUM!” Adam begged Ed to stop, calling him ‘daddy’ which he never did and it turned the older man on so much that he squeezed Adam’s balls tightly as the jock came like a firehose. 

    Thick, fiery hot ropes of white spunk sprayed and squirted from Adam’s purple cockhead all over the wooden floor, Ed’s slacks, and Ed’s own hand that dropped down and cupped Adam’s dick. His large manly hand was filled with cum quickly, a considerable amount spilling over and onto the floor with the rest. 

    Ed came into his pants too, but was thankful that no one really looking could see the wet spot of his spent loads on the front. The two stayed there just breathing hard, before Ed pushed Adam to his feet making him stand there with his now-flaccid, cum slicked dick. Ed wrapped an arm around Adam’s midsection, pulling him close. 

    He could see that his stepson was very embarrassed, face all red and cheeks slick with tears. He was staring right at the ground. 

    “Hey, it’s okay son. You know that I had to do this right? You were being a brat and you had to be punished.” 

    Adam just nodded his head, still looking down at the ground. 

    Ed grabbed his chin, forcing him to look meet his gaze. 

    “Tell me that you understand and you won’t do whatever that was outside, ever again?” 

    “I understand and I promise I won’t do that again…dad.” 

    Ed cracked a smile then sent Adam off to clean up his room, not before telling him that before dinner, he’ll be up to help him with his sore ass. 


    Previously, I wanted this chapter to be the first in a gay erotic anthology series called “Adam’s Troubles”, but recently I’ve decided to go in a different direction and make things much more linear. So instead of skipping between past, present, and future with Adam, you will follow Adam Rowan’s gay erotic misadventures from the end of his senior year in high school to college, and if I make it, to his adult years. I’m also going to make this series exclusive to GayDemon too, because of the feature to have pictures and gifs within the stories. And, because of that, I’ll be gradually removing the series from other sites in preparation for the rewrite. That includes “Ch. 2” from this site too. The only other place to find the original work will be on my personal blog, but new chapters will be released here on GayDemon. 

    I hope you enjoyed the chapter and if you have a question related to the changes, just leave them below and I’ll answer it soon. Stay tuned for more!