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Mr. Morosini assumed the new students’ murmuring behind his back were making comments about his figure. The air conditioning had broken over the summer holidays, and the fabric of his collared shirt clung to his back muscles, drenched in sweat from the unusually hot September weather. Every year, new students needed some sort of adjustment period to being in his class: the girls would swoon, the edgier ones would wear tighter tops; the boys would marvel, the jocks would switch from their current sport to join his extracurricular weight-training club.

He sighed while scratching out semester goals on the chalk board, preparing a small speech in his head about the need to behave in class. When Mr. Morosini turned around, his saw that it wasn’t just his back, glutes, arms, chest, or his scruffy looks that were the cause of distraction. The female students tittered, and the male students muttered jokes, at their classmate Todd. Some boys gave him a thumbs-up, evoking laughter from the other young men.

Todd shifted in his seat, trying to conceal a fierce and large erection, leaning over his paper and pretending to take notes, covering his eyes with his copper hair. He was unable to pay attention to Mr. Morosini’s lecture; the students created a constant, dull hum of disturbance. His embarrassment was apparent, and it egged on his peers for more taunting.

Mr. Morosini sighed and set down the chalk stick with a loud clack. Even his most attentive students had been swept up in the distraction which Todd had unwillingly created. “Grace!” he called to the homely, bespectacled student in the front row.

“Yes, yes sir!” she shrieked, surprised and pressing her legs together to hide her spreading saturation.

“Step up to the lectern — yes, Grace, walk over here, you’re not the only one of your classmates with a … ‘physical distraction’ — and read to the class from page two-o-eight in my book there. There are some notes in red ink, with the answers in blue; quiz the class while I take care of Todd’s ‘distraction.’ And write down the names of anyone misbehaving while I’m away!” Mr. Morosini added, scanning the desks with his brow furrowed. “I will not come back to this room and find any horseplay of any kind.” He faced the copper-haired student. “Todd! Come with me. Don’t worry about covering it with your backpack; they’ve all seen it for the last ten minutes.”

Todd’s face shifted from pink to red as he followed Mr. Morosini. The male students hooted and clapped, the female ones giggled and whispered. Todd’s friend Jake tried to encourage him with smile, Leslie the chess queen licked her lips, and Royal the track captain pumped his fist in the air at the sight of Todd’s boner stretching out his jeans.

“Hurry it up, Todd, we’ve already wasted enough class time.” Mr. Morosini led his pupil out through the classroom door and down the hall.

“I-I’m really sorry, Mr. Morosini. I wanted to, like, make it go away earlier, but I overslept and had to run to class. I didn’t even have time to eat or shower. I’m so sorry!”

“I can smell you didn’t shower, Todd. And I can smell you had dreams that aroused you all night. You reek of pheromones.”

Todd looked like he was about to vomit or cry from nerves. His skin burned as he looked up at the handsome face with olive-green eyes.

“It’s not a crime, Todd; don’t look at me like that — but I care very much about my classroom quality. So, we need to be able to focus. Mr. Reynolds!” he added, addressing the elderly janitor.

“Yeah?”
“Do you have a bottle of the lotion you put in the lady teachers’ lounge.”
“Ah, yes, Franky — here! Did they run out?”
“No, no. Just need to take care of this one; he’s distracting my class.”
“Well, well, kid’s got a python for a trouser pounder!”
Todd hunched his shoulders and looked down at Mr. Morosini’s polished leather shoes. “Don’t encourage him. Please put the ‘closed’ sign in front of the young men’s restroom

door, Mr. Reynolds.”

Inside the restroom, Mr. Morosini grabbed Todd by the waist, lifted him up, and set him on the counter. Todd gasped in surprised, seeing how easy it was for those tan-bronze hands to manipulate his body.

“This is the only time I will ever break class for a matter like this, do you understand?” “What are you —”

“We’re going to make this erection go away,” Mr. Morosini said, brushing back some dark, heavy curls from his forehead. “Don’t try to resist, and don’t even think of trying to enjoy this,” he said, undoing his wrist and forearm buttons, rolling up his sleeve past his elbow. The fabric stretched at his thick biceps and triceps, and the forearms showed tanned skin and dark hair like a wolf’s, just like on his wide chest once the tie and buttons there were loose.

Todd looked at the two mounded pectorals, noticing the depth of the ravine between them, and how rugged and scruffy his teacher appeared despite the tailored shirts, trousers, and shoes he always wore. He couldn’t imagine his teacher ever being out of control and wild — his face, hair, and nails were always groomed like a model on a men’s fashion magazine — but Todd felt his own dick leaking more precum at thought of Mr. Morosini fucking his classmates, one by one.

“Did you hear me, Todd?”
“Oh, sorry! Sir, I… sorry!”
Mr. Morosini sighed again. He pinched Todd’s belt buckle with his thick hands and

unclasped the metal, then unbuttoned and unzipped his student’s trousers. “You clearly aren’t paying attention at all. I see from your grades last year that you’re a good student, but I also know that eventually our bodies get to this point where they take over.” He pulled at Todd’s boxers, with some difficulty; they were tight from the pressing cock shaft, and difficult to remove. In frustration, he simply ripped the underwear open. Todd’s erection sprung free and splattered precum on Mr. Morosini’s tailored shirt.

“Oh god, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Mr. Morosini!”

“It’s fine, Todd. Just… here, let’s hurry.” Mr. Morosini pumped some of the thick lotion into his hand and began smearing it onto Todd’s shaft. Todd gasped, tilting his head back against the counter mirror. His legs hung off the edge, and Mr. Morosini stood just to the side, pumping so his student’s cock faced the tiled floor. “Todd, if you can’t focus or keep from distracting your classmates, you need to routinely drain yourself — twice before bed, twice in the morning before you come to class. I had to do the same thing when I was your age.” He put more lotion in his second hand and gripped Todd, whose panting became gentle whining. “I can feel you fighting it. Stop that. Just let it happen, Todd.”

“Yes, Mr. — ah, I’m — ahhh!!” Todd groaned, and his cock spasmed in Mr. Morosini’s double-grip. His shaft slopped out several ropes of heavy cream that landed on the tile floor with dense, echoing plops. Todd slumped forward and put his head on his teacher’s shoulder, breathing in deep to recover, smelling his teacher’s cologne and musk.

Mr. Morosini gently, firmly pushed him back. “None of that, Todd. I’m not your boyfriend.”

“I’m… I’m not gay!”

“It’s not my business what my students like or don’t like, as long as it’s not me. … I see you’re still erect. It’s… impressive, but it will be more distracting if you return to class with a full erection.” Mr. Morosini looked at his Swiss watch. “Okay, next round. Hurry. Think of something you like, Todd; we don’t have all day.” He applied more lotion to Todd’s cock and began twisting gently, stroking with both hands down to the base and up to the top.

Todd tried to think of Leslie’s tits flopping while Royal fucked her (the rumor was that they’d been dating and screwing nonstop all summer before Leslie dumped him for the handsome twins at Greendale); however, his eyes scanned the Roman arms of his instructor, then lifted up to the face which stared downwards, focused on the task. Todd couldn’t tell if he wanted to be like Mr. Morosini, or to kiss him, or to be physically punished by him. He then thought of his teacher slamming Leslie until her tits and curls were flopping lewdly over the desk while the class watched, before skullfucking Royal until he choked on their instructor’s cum.

“Sir, I’m — oh, please please — I want— nnyahh!” Todd exploded. Cum ropes thwacked the mirror behind him, splattered on the floor, and doused Mr. Morosini’s exposed arm. The thick cream soaked the teacher’s forearm fur.

Mr. Morosini grunted in frustration, looking at the protein mess on his arm. He then turned his olive-green eyes onto Todd. “Todd, this is not a great start to your year. I was hoping for once I could get a semester without some … student ‘indiscretions,’ but this interruption is one of the worst I’ve experienced.”

“I’m really sorry, I’ll try, I’ll try hard to make you proud.”

“Make me proud? You need to do it for yourself, for your future career. It doesn’t matter what I think.”

Todd bit his lip. He could smell the sweat of his teacher. He looked at the jiggling muscles of his teacher’s chest, the dark nipples poking through the silk blend, the sweat under his arms, the way his manly fingers squished around his ginger cock — and immediately Todd imagined Mr. Morosini home from work, and the gym, pumping his own shaft.

What sort of porn did he watch? What sort of people did he fuck in real life? Todd couldn’t imagine Mr. Morosini truly satisfied with anyone less beautiful than the teacher himself, so he imagined Mr. Morosini jerking in front of the mirror, shirt off and thrown on the floor, dress pants unzipped, stroking his cock until he doused the mirror with heavy, horse-like ropes of Italian cum.

Todd’s balls tightened, hard and high. His insides felt like they were about to melt and explode out his cock slit.

“Good, Todd, let it out, so we can get back —”

“I love you, sir!!” Todd shouted, as his balls juiced themselves in a heavy, rolling flood of goop. The ejaculation didn’t shoot as far as the previous two, but the volume was fuller and the texture thicker. It painted his cock with slime, and filled Mr. Morosini’s hands until they overflowed with goopy seed.

The teacher stared at the cock as it softened at last, and Todd felt his own face glow hotly and his stomach turn nauseous from nerves. “I don’t know why I said that.”

Silently, his teacher walked to trash can, dumped the palmfuls of cum in the wastebasket, and began washing his hands and forearm in the sink, having to use heaps of soap to break up the thick cum on his skin.

“Go back to class,” he said at last, without expression.

Todd didn’t bother wiping his cock. He simply pulled his jeans back over his softened member and dashed back to the classroom.

“Mr Reynolds!” he heard his teacher call down the hall, “I’m sorry, but I’ll need you to mop in here. And bring some heavy soap and bleach.”

When Todd opened the classroom door and hurried to his seat, he saw Grace still dutifully reading. The room, with its opened windows, smelled less of horny young pheromones,

and the students were behaving almost normally — excepting Leslie, who was kissing in the back with some girl in a ponytail, making Royal both furious and horny. All eyes turned on Todd, though, as he swiftly sat down at his desk.

The seconds until Mr. Morosini’s return dragged, and he felt the entire class burrow into him and the teacher with curious stares.

“Thank you, Grace, please take a seat. Everyone, turn to page………” Mr. Morosini continued, as if he had merely let Grace read aloud for a few moments.

The class focused at last, and Todd, eager more than ever to make the best grades possible, quietly and surreptitiously carved a heart into the wood desk with “Todd Morosini” in its middle.

I sat there with the blindfold over my eyes. I could feel my hands tied behind my back and my feet tied to the legs of the chair. It was cold and I couldn’t hear any voices around me. 

I took a deep breathe and tried not to panic. I just had to not talk. They’d kidnapped me so I knew they would torture me. They wanted to know where the two crew members had gone and I knew. They were definitely going to torture me. 

I heard a loud metal door creak open to my left. It shut then a pair of footsteps approached me. They stopped right in front of me and I heard a man sigh. 

“So, we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?” He didn’t pose it like a question, more like a threat. 

I said nothing. He punched me in the stomach with no warning and I keeled over coughing and trying to breathe. My tied hands stopped me from leaning over completely. 

I heard him crouch down in front of me and place a hand on my shoulder. I flinched, still trying to catch my breathe. 

“You know,” he whispered, “You can just tell me where they went and I’ll let you out here. No harm. No fuss. Just tell me where they went.”

”Where who went?”

He punched me in the stomach again, this time a lot harder. I coughed loudly, heaving. He stood up and took a few steps away. Then he turned around quickly and next thing I know he pulls my head back by my hair and I feel his breathe on my face. 

“Last chance.”

I gained some of my confidence back and smiled cheekily. “Oh no, I’m so scared.” I feigned. 

He punched me in the face then grabbed me by the neck. I felt his other hand snake up my inner thigh. Before I could react, his hand clenched around my bulge and I swallowed. 

“Tell me. Where. They are.” He whispered slowly in a deep voice. When I didn’t respond, he unzipped my trousers, feeling me up over my underwear. I caught my breathe with him feeling all the way up and down my shaft, grazing over my balls. Even through the underwear I was getting hard. 

I heard him shift, and he sat down on my lap. The hand that was around my neck snaked down and started unbuttoning my shirt. He moved both hands up and all over my chest. Then I felt him lean in, his mouth beside my ear. 

“You have no idea the things I’m going to do to you.” He whispered. 

He started biting my neck and his hands down to my waist. He pulled on the waistband of my boxers and slid his hands inside. They were cold against my skin and I sucked in a breath. 

He pulled my penis and balls out and started massaging me. Slowly, methodically moving up and down my dick. He bit my neck again and by now I was hard. 

Continuing to bite and suck on my neck, he began to milk me. Pulling my dick and playing with the tip. I let out a deep sigh and tilted my head back. 

“Tell me where they are.” He threatened, but I kept my mouth tightly shut. 

He then started to jerk me off faster, sliding up and down again and again. When he bit my throat I let a moan and sighed again. God it felt good. 

Just as I let out another moan, he stopped and my head snapped up. I was breathing heavily. I almost protested until I remembered where I was. 

I felt him stand up and move around to untie me from the chair. He pulled me standing up then pushed me bent over the chair. He pulled my trousers and underwear all the way down to my knees, then stuck a finger in between my butt cheeks. 

He started exploring and teasing my asshole without actually going in. He moved his other hand around to my front and began fidgeting with the tip of my dick. 

I’d never felt so vulnerable and god I was turned on. He lent down over me and I felt his breathe in the back of my neck. 

“Tell me what I want to know.” 

I wouldn’t budge. 

He stuck his finger right up inside me and I cried out. I moaned loudly as he began to finger me all while milking me with the other hand. I hunched my shoulders and dropped my head, completely overcome with pleasure. He was moving his hand over my dick so fast. He just kept pulling me off. 

His finger found its way all inside of me. Reaching in further with each thrust until it found a particularly sensitive spot. I cried out and groaned when he hit that spot. He began to teach me with the tip of his finger and I continued moaning. 

His hand on my dick was driving me crazy, and he kept fiddling with the slit at the top. 

He stopped for a moment and pulled both of his hands away. All I could hear was my heavy breathe, groaning at the loss of touch. He grasped both of my asscheeks and squeezed them. 

“I’m going to enjoy this next part. Unless there’s anything you want to tell me now.” 

“Yeah,” I said breathlessly, “There is. You need to brush your teeth, your breath stinks.” 

The silence that followed made me smile. I heard him unzip his pants and he grabbed my hair to push my head down aggressively. I then felt his tip pressing against my ass and next thing I know he’s deep inside me, thrusting hard and sharply. I let out a groan as he kept thrusting inside of me, riding my ass. He moved his hand that wasn’t forcing my head down around to my front and started milking me again. 

This time I groaned loudly, panting at how good it felt. He kept pushing deeper inside me, his dick growing harder. 

“Tell me where they are.” He repeated and I shook my head stubbornly. 

He speed up wanking my cock and I let out a high pitched sound. He started milking me in rhythm with his thrusts and sped up even more. 

I was a moaning mess and I felt like my cock had never been this sensitive. The feeling of his hand consistently stroking me, milking the cum out of me while I groaned helplessly. 

I came when his hand brushed the rope of my dick and it drooled out of me. He kept going inside me, thrusting harder and deeper while I cried out. 

He came deep inside and let out a big sigh, his cum shooting up inside of me.

He pulled out abruptly and zipped his pants back up. Without bothering to pull my own trousers back up, he sat me back down on the chair and retied my restraints. 

“I’ll be back again.” He whispered lowly in my ear before I heard his footsteps fade towards the door. 

“Hopefully with toothpaste.” I said under my breathe with a smile.

As I had stated in a previous story Brad had getting out of my comfort zone to try things I had never done before.  One night Brad asked me if I would like to go to the male strip club not far from us.  I was like sure I had never been to a strip club before so was looking forward to it.  We went a few times there was always someone there the other was attracted to.  Once he paid the extra and went to the V.I.P. area however that was never in my budget.  I did once however pay for a lap dance there was this one guy there who was just so handsome and sexy I couldn’t resist.  I would have loved to have brought him home with us for a threesome but that was just a dream. 

Now there was one of those times that Brad was just so horny, see I always drove so he could have a drink I am not much of a drinker.  We were headed back to my place when all of a sudden he reaches over and starts to fondle me while we are driving down a major 4 lane road.  The next thing I know he is pulling down my shorts and releasing my cock stroking it while I am driving.  Before I know what happened he was leaning over the console of my car sucking my cock while I was driving down the road.  That one blew my mind.  I had never had someone suck my cock while I was driving.  I was very nervous about it but this is just how adventuress Brad was. 

The next big adventure Brad suggested was that went to a gay nudist camp about 2 hours from my house.  I was nervous but agreed to go.  See I have always been self-conscious of my body I wasn’t huge as a kid but I did have a little weight on me which caused me to constantly be bullied and picked on by the kids in my class.  My family was always telling me not to take my shirt off and I would see other kids at the beach with their shirt off so I was embarrassed I won’t lie.  We arrived at the campground early that Friday morning sometime in late summer parked just outside of the pool area.  We made our way to the pool area there were just a few people there Brad stripped off and jumped right in the pool.  I was a little apprehensive at first but after being picked on by Brad I finally got the nerve to just strip and jump in the pool.  It was refreshing swimming in the au natural I had never skinny dipped before in my life. 

We swam around for a while Brad started joking so what are you going to do about getting out.  I wanted to slap him at this point but then I saw an older gentleman probably late 50’s or early 60’s that looked as if he had maybe been really large at one point he had hanging loose skin from his weight loss.  I thought if this man can be comfortable in his skin so can I.  I ended up over all having a good time this day until the end of the day we will get to that in a moment.  Brad asked if I wanted to get out and walk the campground for a few.  I had my eyes on a few of the guys that were so hot all different ages, sizes, and cock sizes as well.  I loved the eye candy.  I had this one guy who was flirting with me at first and then he stopped.  We got out put on just our shoes to walk around the camp ground.  We say others walking around nude some just getting there setting up their place it was very interesting.  There was supposed to be an area where you could play in the woods but we couldn’t find it.  We made our way back around to the pool.

Spent the rest of the afternoon speaking to a few people there some nice guys there and most of them knew each other you could tell they were regulars.  Now Brad had a thing for older white men at the time.  He had broken up with hi ex no longer after we started to see each other.  At one point he got off to the end up of the pool talking with this older guy maybe in his early 60’s and the next thing I know they are kissing each other.  Brad approaches me saying he invited him back to his camper but when Brad pointed to me the guy said he was not interested in me that he would be back.  At this point I was so mad that I didn’t know what to do there is no way I would invite someone like he did me and then leave them there to go have sex with someone else.  I then got out of the pool as most everyone was leaving at this point put my clothes on and sat at a table by the pool waiting for Brad to return.

The gentleman that had been flirting with me early came over asking me where my friend went.  I told him he found someone.  I then explained while I wanted to meet up with you however your friend told me I was not your type.  I then stated well he doesn’t speak for me. The only problem was some guy had just walked up they started flirting with this guy and they went off to his camper leaving me there all alone by the pool waiting for Brad to return.   Brad walks up all cocky saying no luck.  I answered are you ready to go and I didn’t speak hardly two words all the way back to my house.  I had so many things running through my head but the more I thought about it the more upset I became.  When we arrived back at my house Brad said something about coming in.  I made up an excuse about not feeling well because I couldn’t face being around Brad right now. 

I exited the car then he went on his way.  The only good thing that came out of this trip was that I became comfortable with my body for like 2 weeks straight I walked around the house butt naked except when I had to go somewhere.  From that point on no matter that I even gained up from 290 to over 400 I would still take my shirt off and I finally broke down and went to the local bath house in main city close by.  I had let my hair down and was experiencing life finally. 

Brad called wanting to come over a few days or maybe a few weeks later I let him in the door and was cordial however did inform him there would be no sex.  He got up from the sofa and was behind my chair that I was sitting him rubbing my shoulders trying to seduce me but I stood my ground.  The whole time he was back there he was removing his clothes then stepped around from behind the chair saying you know you want this.  I looked him in his eyes explaining Brad  put your clothes on it is not going to happen today I told you I want have sex with you again.  I am not sure if Brad knew how that upset me what happened at the camp ground but it did.  I did break down a few years later meeting up with brad once at his apartment and then a second time at my friend’s house before I left the area.  It was wonderful feeling him inside me again however both of these times he wore a condom but it still felt wonderful.  I speak to Brad from time to time but we leave now 4 hours from each other and I haven’t seen him in person for over 5 years.  I won’t lie I miss and think about him every day however I guess it just wasn’t meant to be. ..

The End.  

So I have mostly white friends, and I had a reputation as the black guy who would fuck white girls that spread word I had a really fat cock…but my cock thrives on taboo or dirty talk .

One day, a guy friend who is pretty muscular, asked me about my love of thick white girls who usually have alot meat on them.

I explained that I have a kink for knowing my penis is inside a girl who is thick so I feel like I’m really endowed. I get off on knowing I’m filling up a white pussy and I talk dirty about how I have a big black dick.

After I explain, the friend says well u have made us guys jealous u get rumors told about how big that cock is. And I heard u made one girl cry from joy cause u were giving it hard.

I knew who he was referencing, cause we had sane friend group 

So I told him why I liked her and I said she told me I need to keep putting my dick inside big asses.

Fast forward to a year later, and me my guy friend are hanging. And he says, have u eve tried cocaine? I said no …then he said “well we should tonite…u down?”

I was skeptical but I’m pretty open for new things. So he told me it may make me horny, and I’ll want to jerkoff

I looked forward to it cause we were going to a bar, and I could pickup a girl.

Well I did find this pretty blonde but my friend had no one.

We get back to his place and he’s calling girls who he knows. I go to guest room and start banging the girl.

She’s loud and she starts gagging until she throws up. But she just says “omg put it back in my mouth ..you’re so big baby”

I slap her ass and say outloud “I’m gonna gag u again…take that black dick”

Next thing I know, my friend knocks on door and before I could stop, he opens it 

I immediately pull out and my dick is covered in pussy, and I’m trying to hide it with my hand, but I just keep rubbing the wetness.

And then I look at my guy friend, he’s got a hardon under his shorts and for some reason, I just look at him barefoot and his legs were on tip toes, so I could see his muscles 

I tell the girl “I’ll be back”

I tell my guy friend to go to basement and I ask if he ever thought I’d want to fuck him while a girl is gonna catch us.

He said “I am horny and I want her to stop moaning”

I just said “I’m gonna fuck you, cause I’m so hard for you , and I can’t explain why I gotta get your ass tonite “

The girl catches me wiping my dick in between his ass.

She calls us all kinds of bad words for gays…and I felt so horny that I was fucking my friend and someone saw us.

I made him shit and piss, while saying my name . And begging not to tell anyone.

By morning, we were fully aware I would fuck anything that wanted my dick.

Angel bounced a pingpong ball off the table. It arced up high, then landed with a solid tap in the opposing side’s cup. The fratboys cheered, and Angel and Miguel pumped their fists in the air, before bumping forearms and hooting. The opposing beer pong team, per the host house’s rules, had to collectively pay $100 to Angel and Miguel, then chug a bottle of cheap grain alcohol and leave for the night – with none of the hotties specially invited for the post-exams party. 

The host made the losing team drink their bottle of “loser juice” before having the other frat guys escort them out. “At least you got to see those titties before leaving. Better luck next semester!” He shut the door on the losers as they made their way back to their dorms: stumbling and drunk from the shitty liquor, and without having gotten laid.

“Two wins for team Los Dos Diablos!” yelled the host over the heavy base of the sound system. “Gonna play a third or give other dudes a chance?” he asked Angel and Miguel.

“Hell yes!” the two bucks said, gripping the stacks of $100 in their pockets as if they were thick hard-ons. They set up the beer cups, and their challengers approached the table. Angel effortlessly snapped a ball into the enemy cup and took a hit of whiskey just for the hell of it. “Hey, bro. Play my turns for a sec; I have to piss like a horse.” Angel handed his pingpong balls to Miguel. 

“Sure, man,” Miguel said, grabbing his balls. “Make it quick, though; you’re the best player here, and they know it,” he said, nodding to the other team.
“Yeah dude, two seconds.” Angel thudded his fist on Miguel’s chin and walked towards the upstairs bathroom. 

Miguel carried on beer pong for the both of them, playing almost as well as Angel – but not quite; he was forced to drink a few cups of cheap beer. A few cups was nothing to the tall, massive Angel, but for lean, sinewy Miguel, alcohol hit sooner and harder. 

Several minutes passed, and Angel was still away. Miguel looked over towards the stairs. “What the fuck, man…?” he muttered to himself. He was getting buzzed off the booze he had to drink alone, and he was worried he’d lose the match. That would mean he’d have to get shitfaced off that grain alcohol, then be kicked out of the party alone, without getting at any of those tits in the party room. Plus, he’d have to go back to the dorm alone, while Angel stayed out and partied. 

While he was looking back at the stairs, there was a crash at the other side of the table. One of the two opponents had literally passed out onto the cups, wrecking the game. “Well,” the host said, “looks like you won again.” He handed Miguel the losers’ lost bet. “Another round?” 

“Maybe. Let me get Angel.” He walked through the main room where students were dancing under cheap lights and an old speaker set. On the second floor, he checked the first bathroom. Two dudes were pissing in the toile at the same time while two chicks laughed and filmed them. No Angel. 

Miguel checked the other bathroom. A dude and chick were rolling on the floor making out and groping each other, while a guy in his boxers lay in the empty bathtub, smoking a joint and lazily massaging his bulge while watching the couple. Still no Angel. 

Miguel took out his phone, hoping that Angel had it on vibrate. He felt let down that maybe Angel left with a chick and didn’t tell him; that would mean Miguel would be pressured to find two chicks, or somehow outdo his buddy. … To show him what he was missing out on. 

Before sending the message Dude! Where the fuck did you go?, Miguel heard a squeal over the heavy base downstairs. He pushed open a door at the end of the hall and saw Angel standing on a bed, balls deep in an upturned ass. His big hand came down with a firm slap on the jiggly peach cheeks. The chick squealed and pushed further back on his pelvis. 

Miguel stood with his mouth open, his hand still on the doorknob. The lights were off, but street lamps shone through the windows and let him see everything in a gray glow. Angel was sweating with pumped veins. His nuts were hanging low and slapping loudly against his hookup with each thrust. He looked over at Miguel and grinned. “Hey, bro. You want some?” In his other hand, Angel held a bottle of Jacked Samuel’s whiskey. He took a swing quickly then held it out to his buddy. 

Miguel shut the door and stepped closer, trying to get over … whatever he was feeling: surprise, horniness, pride for his buddy. Maybe some envy too, but he didn’t stop to think it through. He took the bottle and turned it up; it was still wet with Angel’s sweat and spit. 

He watched quietly as Angel kept fucking, slapping his balls with long, fast thrusts against those rippling cheeks. “Dude….” Miguel marveled. 

“Yeah, you’re fuckin’… unnhh, shit yeah! … you’re fuckin’ telling me, bro. She’s on cloud nine down there.” He grunted, keeping up his steady pace. “She started trying to hop on me in the bathroom while I — ah fuck!” Angel winced and grit his teeth and breathed in deep. He stopped thrusting, but her hungry pussy took over and started pumping his dick. 

Miguel smiled and laughed, “Don’t do it, bro! Hold it in!”
“God it’s so wet in there! Grrrraah!” Angel’s neck muscles were tensed while he tried holding onto his load.
“Think of your grandma!” Miguel taunted, overcoming his nerves and taking a hit of whiskey again – licking the rest of his buddy’s spit from the glass lip.
Angel breathed deep and slow. “Fuck, man, that was close. She almost got me there.”
“Oh shit, you fuckin’ bareback, dude?” Miguel asked, looking at the cock resume its rhythm.
Angel nodded. Streams of sweat ran down his face and  “Trying to wear her out. Chick’s wild, man. Wouldn’t let me come down to ya unless I made her O.”
“And you weren’t man enough to do it, eh?”
“Fuck you,” Angel said with a tired laugh. He flexed a muscular arm at Miguel. “Plenty of man here. Made he O three times, bro. But it’s just made her hungrier.” He smacked her ass with both hands and gripped the soft flesh, then pulled fully out of her pussy until his glistening head shone in the dim light.
Miguel looked at the heavy, veiny meat. It was dripping precum and juice, and throbbing. His own cock twitched when that pussy slammed back, devouring his buddy whole. “Unnnhhh… hell…” Angel groaned, “she’s so nymphoed up, she just whines instead of talking, but … goddamn, she won’t let up. Don’t know how long I can keep from … fuck fuck, I’m getting close!” 

Miguel quickly undid his shorts and jumped up onto the bed. His uncut cock was hard already, and there was plenty of Angel’s and the hookup’s natural lube to slide inside. He pulled Angel back (with just seconds to spare) and slide his dick inside that hungry hole. “Oh duuuude,” he crowed. “Dude, how the hell were you – ufff, haaa – not nutting your brains out already?” 

Angel stood next to Miguel, watching him take a turn and picking up the whiskey. “Right? Come on, buddy. Show me what you got.” 

Miguel leaned over, licked her back, and slid his hand underneath to give slow, heavy massages to her clit while he ground his cock in and out. He kept kissing her skin, tasting the sweat Angel had scattered all over her body. His animal urge wanted to give up his cum right away and nut in the womb his roommate had just been inside, but he held on, trying to show Angel how well he could do it.
Their hookup squealed then groaned, climaxing on Miguel. “Ah, shittt….” he moaned.
“Bro, don’t cum!” Angel said, taking his turn to laugh as Miguel almost went crosseyed, fighting the urge to douse that pulsating, spasming hole. When the coast was clear, leaving Miguel was panting and sweating, Angel slapped his buddy on the back. “She’s a cock-wrecker, yeah?”
Miguel nodded, weakly. She had gotten quieter and slower after that climax, but her urges were still hungry for the two college studs. 

Angel realized Miguel – who he knew had a lot more cum stored in his nuts – wouldn’t be able to last without dousing her insides with baby batter. “Let’s finish her off, bro,” he said, using his strong muscles to flip everyone so he and Miguel were on their backs, and the deliriously horny nympho was riding Miguel. 

Angel then pressed his shaft against Miguel’s. “OK, don’t cum, dude.” He frotted their dicks together, to slick his pole with the mixed sex slime. Miguel moaned, feeling their rigid meat grind together. Then Angel slid his pole up. His thick glans kissed the nympho’s labia before slowly, slowly entering her pussy alongside Miguel’s. 

She whined. Miguel grunted. Angel moaned. The tightness was the most intense any had felt in all of their college fucking. She was drooling from heat, and the boys were struggling not to explode – but also feverishly bucking their dicks hard and relentlessly like twin stags, breeding in the wild. Their dick knobs were solid like soldier helmets, and they leaked nonstop streams of precum that greased up her walls and slid down their balls. 

“Damn, bro! I can’t — fuckkkk!!” Miguel’s tongue was out; he was seeing stars. It felt too good. He didn’t care if he was fucking bareback, or if Angel teased him for the rest of his life for not holding out longer, or if he was about to make triplets from all the cum he was about to let loose. “Fuck dude I have to cum!” 

Angel kicked him in the stomach with his heel. “Don’t fuckin’ do it!” he said, before panting and groaning under his own immense pleasure. “Hold it in, keep it up!” 

Miguel closed his eyes tight; the sight of those flopping tits would push him over the edge. His mind was going blank with animal pleasure, and the feral need to cum. 

Angel, meanwhile, tried to hold on as long as Miguel could. He didn’t want the moment to stop: the pleasure of perfect pussy, just the right buzz, and his best bro sharing it all with him. Still, with each thrust of his hips, he was an inch closer to erupting like Mount Vesuvius. 

He then felt Miguel’s hand grip his foot. “Bro?” Miguel didn’t answer; he was gasping for air, but still he stroked Angel’s heel, holding onto him. Suddenly Angel yelled, “Ah shit! Shit shit, I’m gonna cum, dude!” His cock began pulsing; he had hit the point of no return. 

“Gahhh! I’m gonna nut!!” Miguel shouted. 

Feeling those cocks throb together inside, the nympho climaxed on them, spasming on their gushing poles. The boys could feel the cum of each other coating and soaking their dicks, oozing faster from their jock bodies than it could leak out of that tight, orgasming slit. She kept riding them even after their cocks stopped cumming, making the boys thrash and roar with too much stimulation. When she finally stopped and lifted off their softening cocks, a loud splash of cum soaked the guys’ waists, cocks, and bedsheets. 

“Hey, Miguel. You awake?”
Miguel groaned and struggled to open his eyes. “Did I pass out?” 

“We both did,” Angel sighed then sat up. It didn’t matter, he thought, if they slept a bit at the host house instead of their dorm. Plenty of people would be passed out downstairs. “Man, that was the hardest nut I’ve shot.”
“Me too, man,” Miguel said, sitting up as well.
“Look at that mess….” Angel slopped his hand through the thick cum and sweat. “Guess we weren’t out too long; thank god she left, tho. Guess she’d had enough. Finally.”
“I haven’t, though; that shit was so hot,” Miguel said, rubbing the cum on his dick. “I think I need to nut another.”
“You too, huh?” Angel didn’t know what else to say, but he slowly put his hands around their semi-hard dicks and squeezed them together. The squelching sound made them harder.
Miguel opened his mouth to say he’d stroke his own cock, but he shut it; instead, he watched Angel’s hands squeeze up and down. “Man … I can feel your pulse. That’s so weird, right?” He looked at Angel. 

“Yeah … weird. Kind of … feels good, though, right? I’m hard as fuck again.”
“Same. Think you can nut again?”
Angel drew deep breaths. “Fuck, bro – I’m about to.” He was sweating again. 

“Seriously? After all that alpha bullshit about lasting?”
Angel nodded and looked his buddy straight in the eye. “Miguel – gahh!Uhhh, fffffuck!” Angel clenched his jaw and eyes and leaned forward into Miguel. His cock spasmed, creaming Miguel’s chest and cock.
Miguel grunted and came seconds behind his friend; he could barely think because of the pleasure, except thoughts of how warm and thick their spunk felt, and how Angel was breathing hard against his shoulder.
Miguel fell back on the bed with Angel collapsed on top of him. They lay panting as the beat continued downstairs.
“If I nut like that a third time, I’m gonna die,” Angel muttered. “You shot a shit-ton, again. That’s crazy,” he added in a sigh, as if he were about to pass out and sleep.
“Hope we get lucky, nutting in her that much,” Miguel said, trying to push away the conflicted, confused feeling in his heart. He forced a laugh.
“We’re good,” Angel said quietly. His eyes felt heavy, and Miguel’s body was warm. And besides: He was comfortable where he was. He gave in to the sleepiness and let his eyes close. “Lucky guys, the two of us,” he muttered.

Miguel stared at the ceiling quietly until, moments later, Angel began to snore softly on top of him. “Crazy lucky,” he whispered. He swallowed hard and let his hand rest on Angel’s short brown hair. “Angel?” No answer; just that light snoring. “I’m gonna … ha, man, I’m gonna miss you during break.” He smiled to himself. “A lot, you big dumb idiot.” 

Nicks little secret

I woke up the next day feeling euphoric. I never really thought this kind of thing would happen to me. It all sort of felt like a dream, but something also scared me about this thing we had. First, he is the only one to know my secret which means he has all the power in this relationship and the second possibly more important topic is that I was afraid to fall for my best friend. That’s doomed to fail right? My emotions have never been so strong and it was hella scary, to say the least. I felt like I could take on the whole world after last night, but I just hope something doesn’t go wrong because I’m sure to lose a friend. Just as I was getting in my head, I heard a ping from my phone.

“Hey dude thanks again for what you did last night, that felt amazing”. Honestly, that’s about the best response I could’ve asked for so what a total relief.  

“No worries man I enjoyed that too!” I texted.

“To be honest, I enjoyed that a little too much. I’ve been feeling like experimenting with boys for a little while now. I’m just a little worried this might affect our friendship and I don’t wanna mess that up.. Ya know?”

Fuck what a predicament I put myself in. This is my best friend ever who I feel most comfortable around. Dare I try to take it further and mess things up as much as I want to?

“I understand Nick, I’ve been having some feelings about you too and it scares me as well. I don’t want to screw up our friendship but I had such a good time with you last night. Do you just wanna hang out today and talk it over?”

“Of course buddy! Let’s just hang and play some COD tonight at my place if you’re down” he texted.

“Ok great! I’ll see ya at 5 after school” I shot back.

School that day was a little awkward around Nick. We both looked a tad uncomfortable and perhaps worried our secret would get out. I knew we needed to chat badly about what happened and clear the air between us. The day seemed to drag the fuck on and I kept staring at the clocks in each period. Cross country practice was of course a big pain in my ass. We had to run 9.5 miles that day and I realized the route I was headed was nearly to my house 5 miles away!

“Hey coach, can I just run home!” I said. “Not a chance buddy, I figured you’d say that since your house was on the way., Why don’t you lead us home, This is your run anyway”.

My coach was a real hottie and I’ve been pining over him for a while now. One of those short kings and confident as all hell with a perfectly fit body for his 40-year-old frame. FUUUUUUCK now I have to run 5 more miles back home and then literally drive the same route to get back to my house. We finally get back and I’m all sweaty with my hair drenched and I hear a voice from behind. 

 “Hey there bud, looks like you need to cool down!” I knew it was Nick from his voice and when I turned around I saw he was just as sweaty and sexy looking from his practice.

 “Sure buddy, you got that ice cold water for me?”

“You know it stud,” he said. Damn, never heard stud before and he looked at me differently this time. He had that look of lust in his eyes as he looked me up and down. This time he didn’t pour the water over my head but he poured down my back and all over my chest and abs.

“Fuck! That’s cold did you put ice in it?”

“Yes sir, it’s the cooler water hehe. Your ass is pretty sweaty, want me to cool that down too?”

Goddamn, I had to cover up my bulge with that comment. Was he checking me out? Oh fuck it my ass was pretty sweaty.

“Why not, go for it, Nick”

He pulled my skimpy cross-country shorts from my waist and squirted the water all over my ass. He seemed to linger a bit staring at my ass as I told him how good it felt. Our eyes locked and my knees were buckling probably from the long-ass run but more from that look he gave me. Nick was hungry and I could tell he wanted my ass. FUUUUUCK my chub was at full mast now. He noticed this too and grazed his hand over my crotch.

“Do you need some help too?” Kinda hoping he would say yes. I saw the bulge in his shorts and was hoping I could get a good peak.

“Fuck ya, that practice was gnarly. Why don’t you get my front…Balls are pretty sweaty” he smirked.

FUCKKKK I pulled his sexy soccer shorts from his waist and noticed he was free balling and his cock was rock hard. I could tell he was leaking a ton of precum and he smelled ripe as fuck from all the sweat. It was intoxicating and I wanted to just drop his shorts right then and there and take him down my throat. I held back and squirted some water on his dick and balls as he squirmed.  

“Cold, but feels so good,” he said. I licked my lips and he just smiled and said “See you at mine in 30?”

Fuck. What the hell is going to happen at his place tonight? I was planning on keeping it chill and just chatting while we played COD, but that look he gave me is telling me something else. I pulled up to his house at 5 and parked. I had to sit there a bit to process what would happen next. Nick could be the man of my dreams but I had to let that fantasy go and just live in the present for now. Whatever happens happens and let life flow the way it should. I walked up to his doorway and rang the doorbell.

“Hey!” he said with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. He was genuinely happy to see me and I went in and gave him a bro hug.

“Hey bud, did you get to cool down the rest of your body?” I said.

“Sure did, took a long shower” he winked at me.

“Wanna play some COD?” he said.

 “Sure man let’s do it! Hey Mr. and Mrs. Smith!” I yelled before we went into his bedroom.

We proceeded to play COD like normal in his room. He always kicks my ass because he plays at least 5 hours per day I swear. His parents were home so it wasn’t like we had the place to ourselves. He put on Rihanna and started to casually sing to it. Fuck, maybe my best buddy was gay or at least bicurious? Either way, I was loving it and felt so comfortable around him. I love this kind of music and always try to hide it from others for fear they might find out. Not with Nick, he played this loud and I’m sure his parents heard him sing as well.

“Hey buddy, you wanna chat about yesterday?” he said.

“Sure man hey listen, I’m glad we had a good time but maybe we keep it low-key just to be sure we don’t do anything stupid?” I say.

“Ya man maybe we can keep it low key” he winked at me.

He proceeded to take his shirt off and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. His sexy muscles were extra pumped from practice and his pale skin got some slight color from the fall days at practice. He threw his shirt at me.

“It’s hot, care to join me?”

What do I say to that? What if his parents walk in and we are both shirtless? Honestly, does he even care? Fuck it, I’ll take my shirt off if it makes him more comfortable.

“Hey Kent I need to tell you a bit of a secret,” he said.

“Oh ya, what’s up?”

“I think I like boys too. I’ve been wanting to experiment with boys a lot and something felt so right yesterday when I kissed you Kent”

“Really? Did you feel something too?”

“Yeah Kent, I felt this feeling all around my body as we kissed and honestly that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had”

“Fuck Nick, what are we going to do about this?”

“I know what you should do”

“Oh ya, what’s that?”  As he proceeded to pull his pants down and show off his slight bulge.

“Suck it while I play some COD”

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck this is so hot but I’m so fucking scared at the same time which makes it even hotter. This feeling of adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I wasted no time as I got between his legs and pulled his shorts off his legs. My god his parents are right next door too which made it EVEN hotter.

“I’m gonna lock your door stud”

“Good idea let’s make it quick,” he said. I made it quick alright as I started to lick his slightly soft cockhead with some oozing precum. It tasted so salty yet sweet. You could tell he liked his fruit.

“Oh fuck ya Kent,” he said as I began to take his cock in my mouth. There’s nothing like feeling a cock get harder in your mouth as you suck it.

“Oh ya lick my balls” as he shoved my head down to his crotch. God, he tasted so good and freshly showered yet with a slight hint of musky. I took both of his balls in my mouth and he whispered “Fuck ya suck on those balls stud”.

“You like that Nick?” I said.

“Fuck ya buddy that feels so fucking good. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep sucking like that”  Fuck, I wanted his reward so bad. I wanted to feel him tense up in my mouth and taste his jock seed.

“Dude I’m getting close, Where do you want me to bust?”

“Dude bust all over my face this time and then feed it to me”

“Woof ok get ready!” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and pumped slowly. I closed my eyes and kept my mouth open as he shot rope after rope of thick creamy cum all over my face and mouth. He was drenching my face with his cum and it felt amazing.

“Fuck stud that’s a lot!”

“Oh ya dude that felt incredible! Want me to feed some of it to you?”

“Hell ya stud I wanna taste your seed” He rubbed his semi-hard cock all over my face and fed me his load. He did this for at least 5 minutes to make sure all of his cum was in my gut.

“All done sexy,”  he said.

“Goddamn Nick you are so fucking sexy”

“Shit I thought we were gonna just keep it chill today and play some COD, but I couldn’t control myself,” he said.

“Honestly I’m ok to make this a regular thing. But only if you want Nick”

“Kent, will you be my friend with benefits and suck my cock or maybe more when I want?”

“I’d be honored stud, Let’s just keep it casual and set some ground rules so that neither of us gets hurt OK?” I knew there was a major 
risk in what we were doing but I wanted to explore with him in every possible way. I felt alive when I was around Nick and I wanted him to feel alive too.

“Sleep with me tonight, I like to cuddle,” he said.

“Of course, big or little?”

Hi there. My name is Gary Warren. If it’s okay, I have a story I’d like to share with you guys. The story of how my son became the man of our house, and of how I began to take on the role of his woman. 

I am a white british man who stands tall at 6ft 6 and have a solid muscular body. My hair is chestnut brown and my eyes are so dark they are almost black. My face has a strong well defined jawline and I have soul patch style beard. You could probably say I’m an attractive man, but it’s never something I really noticed that much.

I was a man of traditional values. I spent most of my life believing that the men of the household should run the home and provide financial security. The women? their role was to make sure the chores were completeted and that the men were taken care of. It may sound outdated, but I want to be clear that I wasn’t wasn’t a sexist person. I fully understood the value of a good woman and knew that they were not to be taken for granted. 

I knew how I thought the world should work, and what I wanted out of life at a young age. So, at the age of 19, I decided to start becoming the man I wanted to be and set out to find a job.

As luck would have it, my older brother set up a small IT company and offered me a position working with him. The company did exceptionally well and expanded much quicker than we had planned. Before I knew it, I was making more money than I could count. The success was great, but I didn’t have anyone to share it with, and that got pretty lonely.

I might have only young, but I knew I wanted to find a dedicated relationship. Maybe I didn’t need to rush into things, but I didn’t see the point in waiting to find my own happiness. So the next week, I went on my 1st date with a girl I met in the park. Things went okay, but I knew she wasn’t really what I was looking for. 

I went on a few more dates, but quickly realised it wasn’t going to be as easy as I’d hoped. Just as I was about to take a break from the romantic world, I met a woman in a bar called Sarah. The attraction was instant and we fell deeply in love at first sight. I proposed after 3 weeks then before I knew it, it was a year later and Sarah and I were married with our first child, Marc. 

I loved Marc with all my heart and raised him as my passion project. I always made sure he worked hard and gave him the time to learn the expectations of his role as a man. He always listened carefully to my words and learned every lesson I taught him for 18 happy years. 

Then, it happened out of the blue, at 9am on March 22nd. Sarah was killed in a tragic car crash.

Unfortunately for Marc, Sarah’s passing couldn’t have a worse time for him. His mum passed away just a week before he was due to leave for his new life in college dorms. Stiken with greif, he decided he was going to put his education plans on hold.

It wasn’t long before I fell into a deep depression and eventually couldn’t even face work. Things hit me harder than I ever would have imagined. The house got into a shameful mess and after some time, the bills began to pile up. We got into real trouble fast, and I didn’t know what we were going to do. 

Marc reached out his uncle and explained everything to him over E-mail. When my brother understood how bad things were, he offered Marc a lifeline. If he was willing to work hard, he could have a well paying position at his company. And just like that, at only 18 years old, Marc became the new breadwinner.

Marc took the job with one condition. He told me that if I couldn’t be the man of the house, then I was to take the role of a woman. It would be my job to do everything Sarah did for me. If I wanted to keep a place in this home, my only option was to earn it.

As Marc was now making the money, my only choice was to listen to what he wanted. So that’s exactly what I did. 

I began to prepare all the meals and clean the home on a daily basis. I would tend to the garden and pay all of the bills online. Things were very different than before, but everything had worked itself out. It wasn’t the life I chose for myself, but I had come to accept things for what they were. Then, just as we had found our rhythm, everything took a turn on Marc’s 19th birthday.

The day started as normal as expected. I woke up early to make Marc’s breakfast and I ironed his suit for him. We spoke about what he would he doing today at work and I send him off with a hug. I spent the rest of the day deep cleaning the bathroom and baking Marc a cake to celebrate his big day.

I was just finishing serving dinner when Marc came home. He was tired and pretty irritated from a long day at work. Having so much pressure at such a young age was effecting him and it broke my heart to know I couldn’t fkx things for hom

I did what I could and  welcomed Marc back home with a kiss on the cheek and a big hug, as had become our daily routine. I took his coat for him and brought him to the table to eat. 

When he finished, I brought out the cake and gave him a large bottle of Whisky to celebrate. Marc thanked me and poured us both a glass before be served us both up a large slice of birthday cake.

We drank together for a few hours and remembered Sarah together. It was nice to talk about his mum and express how me both still loved her dearly. Eventually, Marc began to feel the drink and decided it was time he went to bed. I wished him goodnight then began to clear the pots, readying the kitchen for tomorrow. 

When it was about 10pm I called it a night myself. I walked up the stairs and just as I was about to get into my bed, Marc shouted for me to come into his room.

Curiously, I walked in to meet his voice. What I saw nearly knocked me out cold. Marc was sat naked on top of the bed with his dick in his hand. I couldn’t believe how big and thick it was. I knew Marc was a man now, but he was still young. Still, it had to have be the biggest dick I’d ever seen, easily 9 inches and incredibly girthy.

‘Shit, errr, sorry son’ I stuttered as I panicked and turned around to leave.

‘No, dad. Don’t go. I want a birthday kiss’ Marc slurred, he was clearly drunk out of his mind. 

I stood there for a second not really knowing what I should do. Marc probably didn’t even know where he was, I’d never seen him so clearly out of it. I guessed if all he wanted was a kiss for his birthday, I should probably just let him have it.

I walked over and kissed him on the cheek, but he turned his head instantly and met his lips with my own. Shit…that was awkward.

I nerviusly wished Marc a happy birthday and turned away to leave, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the bed with him.

That’s when he said it. The words I will never forget. ‘Dad, you do a good job around here as the woman of the house. Thing is, I’m a man now and I have other needs that I’m gonna need you to start meeting’.

Marc then took my hand and held it on top of his massive dick, letting out a large, pleasure filled moan.

I felt myseld freeze in place, caught stiff in total shock. I couldn’t believe what was happening. What the fuck was I supposed to do here? 

Marc took my hand and wrapped it around his juicy meat, then began to move my hand up and down.

I wanted to pull away but my body refused to move away. I just sat there, letting Marc move my hand along my sons massive shaft as he got himself off.

Marc played with himself, using my hand, for a few minutes before he leaned into my ear and whispered ‘go on dad, suck it. Be good for me and listen to the man of the house’.

Marc began to push my head downwards and before I knew it I was eye level with his sticky precum covered monster. 

Although I knew this was wrong, and I didn’t want to obey, I knew Marc had only learned this way of thinking from me. It was my fault he expected this and ultimately my responsibility to fulfil his wishes.

With a deep breath, I took Marc’s dick and held into to my lips. I then opened my mouth and began to suck him.

His dick tasted slightly salty and was warm in my mouth. I had tasted a dick before, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Wait… was I enjoying this?

Marc held my head down and caused me to gag on his meat, but I didn’t stop him. Before I knew it I was actively trying to take his full length down the back of my throat. 

Wait. Shit. I was liking this.

Marc grabbed my hair and pulled me back to his face, telling me to spit his precum into his own mouth. I nodded my head and did as he asked.

I looked Marc directly in the eyes and asked him ‘is…is this good for you, son?’

He nodded his head, then grabbed me and threw me directly onto my back. With hunger in his eyes, Marc told me to pull my knickers down.

I slowly pulled down my boxer shorts and opened my legs wide. Fuck. I was really getting horny now. I couldn’t believe it, I had never been considered myself gay or even thought about being with a man…but I wanted this and I wanted it badly.

I took Marc’s hand and pressed it onto my untouched arsehole ‘you can do whatever you need to, Marc’.

Without waiting a moment, Marc dove head first into my arsehole and began to lick it like a hungry animal would raw meat. My whole body shuddered in a way I had never felt before. Fuck. 

I took my hands and opened my hole as wide as I could. Marc responded my pushing his face harder into me, making out with my tender arsehole. I couldn’t believe it, I was on my back getting rimmed by my own son. And I wanted more.

‘Shit, dad. Your hole is so good. I need to fuck it’. Marc panted heavily as slapped his gigantic dick on my willing gape.

‘Yes, sir. Anything the man on the house wants’ I spoke neverously. 

I had never taken a dick before, nevermind one that was so big. I was scared of its size and worried it would hurt…but that wasn’t about to stop me. I took a deep breath and started to push Marc’s dick inside me.

I felt a stinging pain as Marc pushed himself deeper into me. ‘Shit Marc, no it’s too big. Take it out’.

I struggled a little and tried to move away, but Marc pinned me in place and out his hand over my mouth.

The pain started to go away, and as it did, it was replaced by an intense sexual pleasure. Before long it no longer hurt and I was writhing as I was overcome  with an orgasmic high.

Marc moved his hand from my mouth and began to fuck me faster and faster. 

‘Marc, please, no more’ I begged him. I couldn’t take this anymore. 

Marc sped up until he was fucking me as fast as he could, his entire dick going in and out of me. He then leaned close into my ear and whispered ‘shhhh, dad. Here it comes’.

Marc pulled my body into his and forced his dick into me as far as it would go. 

He roared like a lion reverbaerating through the Savannah as he threw his head back and came load after load inside me.

Marc held himself in place for a moment as he caught his breath, the room silent apart from his panting. He then pulled his dick out of my arse and told me to clean it for him. 

I got onto my tummy and looked him in the eyes, before silently sucking the remaoning cum off his huge dick. I sucked his dick clean and then swallowed it down, making sure not to miss a drop.

Marc pulled me into him and laid my head on his chest. He then stroked my hair as if to reward me for a job well done.

‘Dad, you did a good. I hope you liked it, because you are going to do that every night from now on. Remember what you taught me, the woman of the house pleases the man’.

I nodded my head obediently as I agreed to another domestic duty. 

Since that day, I have continued with my role in the home. The house is always clean, the bills are always paid and the man of the house is always looked after.

I don’t know if I’m gay, or if I’m in love with my son. I know Marc enjoys everything I do for him and all of my needs are met in return.

Looking forward, I don’t plan on changing anything and I think Marc is content too. Whatever we have, things work for us and maybe that’s all that really matters.

The end.

I live in a major city that has tons of night life, great places to eat and meet people for happy hour.   In addition, my city has top notch medical care and options for surgery, rehab and long term care.  However, my nephew is a senior in college and truly doesn’t want to go to a rehab facility primarily for senior citizens.  

My name is Brian.  I’m forty two years old and own a professional cleaning service.  During college I got a part time job cleaning a day care in a church.  It was flexible hours and a job that I grew into.  As a business owner I have a staff of eighteen employees who make my job very profitable and enjoyable.   

My nephew was in a horrible accident and now has a broken leg and had to have pins and screws in his hip.  I agreed to take medical leave at work and take care of my nephew.  I left the hospital and told Christian I was meeting with the handyman one of my employees recommended.  
Around 5:30 I received a text message from Alex informing me he was on his way to my house.  When I heard the message of my ring doorbell I knew Alex had arrived.  When I opened the door this stud of a man stood in front of me that make my pecker jump.   I extended my hand and greeted Alex.  He took a pair of disposable footies out of his pocket to cover his work boots before he walked through my house.  This man was a mix of a biker guy and a retired rugby player.  I suggested we meet at the kitchen island.  I had my kitchen, primary suite and bath remodel when I bought my house five years ago.  It’s a craft man’s style home and is very comfortable for me.   Alex took out an iPad and started making notes asking what needed to be modified.   He was very impressed with my renovations, however….when I explained in detail my nephew would be living with me at least three to six months and making my home handicapped accessible Alex was very attentive and asked probing questions.  
I explained I needed handrails in both bathrooms, railing on each side of my stairs leading to the great room.   I have decided Christian will take the guest bedroom across the hall from my primary bedroom.  
Alex asked permission to make pictures using his phone.  As we entered the bedroom wing I told him I had a large walk in shower that I’d like to replicate in the guest bathroom.  I live alone and I don’t concern myself of putting everything away.  As an after thought…I probably should have spot checked my bathroom counter, double sink, etc….Alex had to have noticed my cockring, butt plug and lube on the counter placed on a hand towel.   I sheepishly offer a weak apology….but Alex grinned and said….hey, every man needs a collection of cockrings.   
We returned to the kitchen island and I offered him a water, soda or cold IPA. We sat at the counter and he pulled some designs off his website to show me previous designs he had recommended to past customers.  
He stated he would work up a bid, suggestions for gutting the bathroom and adding grab bars and other modifications for my home to make it accessible for my nephew.  
Alex was in no hurry.  He took his time to show me sit down shower seats that accommodate safety concerns and look pleasing to complement the design. 
Alex told me he would text me with 48 hours to follow up.  As he was leaving he stopped, extended his hand with a professional hand shake and handed me his business card with a website link listed.  My god…it was all I could do for me to shut the door….jump out of my clothes and aggressively stroke my cock thinking about this man.  

That night I lubed my toys….teased my ass and enjoyed stoking my cock being curious what Alex would do to me given the opportunity.  The next day I visited Christian and told him about the meeting with the contractor.  In fact, I pulled up his website on my phone to show my nephew some of his photos.   Christian who is gay just like his favorite uncle….he looked at me and said….this handsome man was in your house and you didn’t get him to fuck you.   I wanted to blush but hell….he was correct.   Christian and I have become super close since he was a great support to me the past year when my partner took off with a friend we both knew.  Some so called friend who skips town with my boyfriend.  

The next day I received a message from Alex.  We meet at a home improvement center that’s not a big box store.  In fact…this showroom is designed for contractors and repair workers.   Alex pulled up beside my Volvo SUV.   He drove a four door Ford F250.  I noticed a bearclaw sticker on his rear window.  Alex shook my hand and thanked me for meeting him across town.  We walked into a gathering room with very samples of displays.  We looked at ceramic tiles and options of open shower spaces or glass doors, etc….Alex asked about open vanity’s in case my nephew will be in a wheelchair or using a walker, crutches, etc….Alex was extremely knowledgeable about function, cost of materials, labor and most importantly timeline to get the materials and complete the project within a month to six weeks.  

I assured Alex cost within reason is not a problem.  I’ve already spoken with my bank about a home equity loan, etc….Alex suggested I take some space from the bedroom beside the hall bath and make the bathroom larger to accommodate any future needs in the future.  After the meeting I suggested we grab a bite to eat.  With an immediate response he said his favorite burger spot was close by.   As we ate our mushroom Swiss burger and onion rings we chatted.  I told him I owned my own business….recently split up from my boyfriend and focusing my attention on my nephew was a good thing.   Alex shared his partner took a job six months ago with an off shore drilling company and he stays busy with work.   Unlike my break up ….Alex and his partner have an open relationship and casually added that information.  After our meal Alex picked up the check.  He said it was a business expense and that he wouldn’t take no as an answer for me trying to pick up the check.  When we got outside we walked to our vehicles.  I eyed his bearclaw sticker and he said….yes….it’s represented what I was thinking.   I said hey…that’s fine with me.  He winked and said…hell, with your toys on your bathroom counter who am I kidding…..I think your hot.  The next thing I realized was he leaned in closer to me and asked….may I kiss you?  Hell, I had no objection.  His kiss was nice….very comfortable and reassuring this guy is nice on so many levels.  

The next week Alex pulled into my carport with a couple of crew mates.  They started demo on the bathroom and knocked out the wall next to the bathroom and took about six feet from the guest bedroom.  Alex left his crew to perform the demolition.  I was working at the counter when Alex returned from outside.  I offered him a coffee, etc….his tshirt was a v neck and I could see his hair peeking out of his shirt.  Damn,…he’s so handsome.  I left him to it and I put some laundry in.  A couple of hours later he came back to the kitchen and I was folding laundry.  He noticed a couple of my cell block jockstraps.  Alex smiled and said….I bet you look amazing in those.  He raised the hem of his tshirt and I got a peek at his cell block waistband.  Damn. This guy was something else.   I’ll admit….it’s pure attraction and walking sex stud in my home.  

The next day I visited with Christian and his caseworker.   The social worker thinks he will be released from rehab in three weeks.  Christian asked about Alex…not the work progress but my flirting and lusting over my contractor.  I can’t deny ….Alex is a guy I’d enjoy exploring with in my shower…my bed or hell….in the back of his truck’s backseat.  I am not a man whore….but I’m not bashful either.  

I returned to my home and Alex was still upstairs.  He was covered in dust, drywall pieces, etc…..I offered him a water.  When I returned with his water he had taken his tshirt off and he was sexy as fuck.  His hairy chest was phenomenal.  I couldn’t help it….I just had to look.   I offered to him he was more than welcome to jump in the shower.  He said he had a change of clothes in his truck.  I told him….by all means clean up and I’ll order us a pizza.   I entered my bathroom and got him a fresh towel, wash cloth and I offered him my robe.   As I walked out of the bathroom….I stood in the doorway and got a side view of his purple jock on the floor.  Within five minutes I heard the water running.   Alex yelled for me ….I walked in ….he said….could you wash my back please.   Hell…I was naked and in the shower with him.    I washed his back….let my hand slide down his beautiful bubble butt and I was very excited to wash his hole.   As I inserted a finger he moaned,  stood a little wider and gave me access to his ass.  I let my tongue go to work.  I rimmed his hole.  He turned around and started fucking my face.   His cock was uncut and thick.   He kept himself trimmed and his hairy chest had much more hair than his crotch.  After we got out of the shower I led him to my king size bed.  We got in sixty-nine position and he swallowed my cock down to the base.  We finished just in time as the pizza delivery guy had arrived.  I went to the door wearing a loose fitting pair of gym shorts.   
We sat in the den and ate pizza and washed it down with a couple of beers.  By the time we finished I told him he was welcome to stay over.   He said he would love to but didn’t have anymore clothes.  I told him I would toss his stuff in the wash.  Alex agreed to stay.  I hadn’t had someone to stay over night in months.  The next morning when his crew arrived….they both grinned and said….Alex…didn’t you wear that yesterday?  One guy sniffed and said…but this shirt is fresh.   After a good laugh Alex told them to fuck off.  Everyone moved about and got to work.  
The next couple of weeks Alex stayed over at least two or three nights.   He was a talented lover.  Definitely a top and it had been so long to be serviced by a top who was so skilled.  
Two months later Christian is living in my home.  Alex still stays over at least two nights a week.   One night I helped Christian in the shower.  Alex offered a hand.   The three of us washed, hugged and enjoy each other’s company.   I wanted to suck both of these men’s cocks but I was surprised when Alex and Christian treated me to an amazing blow job.  It’s been over six months since I met Alex.   Christian has continued to live with me.   The three of us are figuring this out as we go along with this arrangement.  Needless to say…..I’m liking this.

By the end of the summer, my pussy was so stretched it didn’t even closed back up till the morning when the crew arrived. Most of them didn’t mind, but Luke (he was the smallest) always said he misses a tight hole. He still pumped me full of cum, but always pointed it out that his wife was also stretched because of the kids, no wonder he got her pregnant all the time since they were together, and had kids that are around my age.

John when he was done with his complaining, told him if he brings up the kids all the time he should bring them to fuck me. “What other way to become a men than to fuck a whored out cum dump like this fag.” To my surprise Luke wasn’t repulsed by the idea, to let his boys run through me too, but when word got out that he was planning, the other guys wanted to bring they kids too, Mike, Juan and John all had kids, and I got a little worried because they are the guys with the biggest cocks. 

To no surprise the next day they all brought the fresh meat…and boy were they fine 

Luke brought his 19 year old twins, they were tall and muscular, not particularly like their dad. Mikes kid was the spitting image of him, same hight, same face, only he was not as muscular as his hard worker daddy. John also brought his boy, to be honest as much as I liked his daddy, he didn’t look that appealing to me, he was short and looked like he didn’t want to be there. But the last ones to walk in…. Juan with two boys, as it turns out only one was his son, but he bragged about it to his friend and he wanted to come too, and I was already used up so what does one more cock matter. 

The plan was that the boys will have me, before their daddies make me even more looser than I already am. So we went into my room, all six of them with me. I felt like I was in the change room in my school, they all undressed, and boy did I like the sight…They stood around me in a circle, I was pushed down to the floor and started to suck them. It looked like they will be the easy shift that day, none of them were that big, up until I started to work on them. The twins grow quickly, they were so small and become huge monster, the definition of grower cocks, they out grown their daddy. Juan’s two boys were real Latin stallions, they were around 20, both hot dark skin, and their pubes were huge, one of my biggest turn ones. And Mikes son to no surprise was hung too, big beautiful black cock. John son was the only one I didn’t understand, his dad was the best of them all, and he didn’t like any of my work on him… I sucked him so well like I’m used to his dad, and he wasn’t small either, above average for sure.  

They fed me there cocks for a while, then the twins pulled me up, and pushed me on the bed. I was on all fours, that was the best position for this many men, there were enough place for the front and the back to use me. The twins sit behind my back, and looked at my ass, that was not that cute little hole that I once possessed, it was loosened and u can tell I got dick regularly. They told me that I’m a nasty whore, and a nasty whore like me deserve a rough fucking. So they smeared some lube on my ass and on their cock, and pushed both of them in me. That was so hot, but it hurt like hell. Mikes boy started to fuck my throat so I couldn’t focus on what was happening. 

They used my pussy for a long time, and they both cum in me at the same time. That’s when they let mikes son use me, he was way more gentle, but only at first, he probably fucked a ton of bitches, he for sure known how to fuck one good. When I looked up to my surprise I seen John son on his knees, that bitch started to suck Juan’s boys. I’m a greedy whore, I want to be the only one slut, I was enraged. I told them my mouth is free and they came to me, and johns Boy turned red, in embarrassment. He was a little cock whore in the making.

When mike son was done with me, the two Latin boys had the idea to dp me like the twins,so they went to the back door and started to fuck me. I was in heaven, two big thick cocks in my ass, and they kissed me while they were in me. I for sure wasn’t the last one they used together…. I told Johns son to come use my mouth, and he did.

I could fell he was not into it, I felt the jealousy on him as he watched me getting absolutely destroyed from the back. I sucked him dry anyway, while the two boys were enjoying my well fucked pussy.

After they were done with me they got out of my room, so the real men can come in, I told John that after we’re done we need to talk, but I was quickly pushed down to my knees. My room was filled with the scent of sex, and u could tell it had a great effect on them, they were tearing down their clothes to get their dick out. Most of them had a raging boner already, the moaning and the scent probably driven them crazy. They needed to cum quickly. 

I was put in all fours, and they used me in pairs, but they didn’t last long. Most of them busted in a minute, filling my mouth and my ass to the brim with cum. After the last one of them pulled his cock out of me I collapsed to the ground. I woken up a couple of hours later, John was tapping me.

-So you wanted to talk, right? 

-Yes, it’s about your son… 

-What about him? He’s a stallion just like his dad right? 

-Actually I think quite the opposite, I caught him sucking the two Latin boys…. 

-So he’s a little fag just like you…. 

-I’m afraid, so would you mind not bringing him over? I feel like he didn’t enjoyed it. 

-Well of course, it’s your home at the end of the day. At least we’ll have a tight hole to break in next year when we wouldn’t go for here anymore. 

-Yes daddy. 

-Good bye princess, you should started getting ready, your parents will be home shortly, and me and the crew are leaving. 

-Bye John, see you tomorrow.

The day started like any other day – waking up at the crack of dawn, groggily making my way to the kitchen for coffee before my shower, and then slowly getting started with work. Well, almost any other day. On this particular day, my husband was on a road trip, and he’d taken our two lab mix dogs with him. Usually they would stay home with me, but I had a couple of big projects going for work, and wouldn’t be able to look after them as closely. 

It didn’t take long for me to get into my rhythm, I was running numbers and compiling reports, music playing loudly in the background. When I got to a logical stopping point, I decided to go to the kitchen to refill my coffee and grab something to eat. 

Rounding the corner of the hallway into the living room there was a blur out of the corner of my eye, and before I could react I was pinned to the wall. 

Hot, ragged breath tickled my neck, I tried to turn to see who was behind me. but I couldn’t move. 

“Yeah keep struggling, I’m letting you go…” the deep, raspy voice growled from behind me. 

“What do you want from me?” I whimpered into the wall. 

Before I could finish my sentence, I felt his hips drive forward. He was now connected to me seemingly the full length of our bodies. His hips making small grinding thrusts. 

“OH, you know what I want…don’t pretend you’re a little slut. I’ve seen the way you parade your ass around the gym, in those tight shorts, that ass of yours practically hanging out.” He said, his cock growing as he ground it into me hard. 

My mind was racing, I couldn’t place the voice of man behind me, but I knew that last week I’d told my trainer that I was going to be home alone all week with my husband on his annual road trip.

Had he told someone? Had someone overheard our conversation?

As these thoughts were swirling in my mind, the back of my shorts were pushed down, and a thick digit roughly raked over my hole. Unable to control my reaction I gasped. 

“Fucking slut…” he chuckled menacingly. 

Without any warning his fat finger plunged deep inside me. A grunt escaped me, as it marched into me with unrelenting speed.

“Please don’t, I’m married…” I begged, sounding pathetic. 

“Never stopped you before slut.” He spat at me. 

He wasn’t wrong, I’ve never been good at keeping my vows. My sexual appetite is ravenous, and it often has me making poor choices – from being ass up on business trips, taking daddy dick in the gym shower, or even a hot guy in the Target fitting room. 

He must have felt my hole relaxing, as he said, “See, I knew you were a slut.”

A second finger was forced inside me, my moaning and whimpering getting louder, his finger fucking getting rougher. 

“Please…” I gasped weakly. 

“Please what?” He grunted 

“Please don’t…” I whispered. 

With that my ass was suddenly empty, feeling wide open from his fat digits brutally ramming inside me. However, not quite open enough for what came next. 

“But you give is up so freely, I figured its my turn…” He growled as he plunged his huge cock inside me.

I saw white flashes in my vision as the initial pain of his invasion hit me. The sudden stretch of my not even close to virgin hole around his impossibly fat cock. I would swear that as soon as I felt the initial pain of his brutal insertion his pubes were scratching my tender hole. 

“AHHH FUCK” I screamed, finally able to express the pain in my stuffed ass. 

“Yeah…now I know why your pussy is so fucking popular, is so fucking tight” he said in a satisfied voice. 

His slow, deliberate thrusts worked me open to him. His cock was grinding its way into my deepest parts. His breath was steady on my neck, short bursts of air. 

I was conflicted, as I felt the pleasure of this still unknown man fucked me brutally in my living room. It seemed wrong to enjoy getting force fucked by a total stranger. Deep down, I knew it was going to happen, because whenever a cock is inside me I lose all sense of right and wrong, good and bad. 

Despite myself I pushed back on him, eliciting a chuckle. 

“Yeah, you like my cock don’t you slut?” He grunted, this time forgetting to disguise his voice.

“Fuck you, Cam” I growled back. 

He pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me up before pinning me to the wall again. I cried out as his cock slipped back inside my battered hole without resistance. 

“You know how fucking hard it’s been to resist this ass every week, Mikey?” Cam growled. 

“OH FUCK…” I moaned, wrapping my arms and legs around his muscular body. 

See, for the better part of a year, I’d worked with Cam at the gym once a week. We’d grown to be friends, and talked about everything when we were working out. He would bitch about his wife, and I would bitch about my husband. He knew that Andy had lost his sex drive and we hadn’t had sex in ages. I knew that his wife hadn’t spread her legs for him since the birth of their son. I never suspected that he would be into fucking. 

He isn’t super tall, but was built like a brick shit house. About the same height 5’10”, 210 of solid muscle mass, and a sexy face. 

Opening my eyes, he’s looking directly into mine. 

“FUCK you feel so good” He said not looking away. 

“So do you Cam” I said back before kissing him. 

At first he was hesitant, pulling back slightly, but then he leaned in and hungrily kissed me back. The kissing broke his concentration and his dick slipped out on one thrust. I pushed him back and onto to the couch where I straddled him. 

Climbing up onto his lap, I kissed him again as I grabbed his cock and sank down on him, grinding when I reached the base. His hands snaked around to my ass and cupped it while rode him. 

“FUCK” He cried as he pulled away from my kiss. 

I felt a hand leave my ass, before he slapped it causing my cheek to jiggle. He repeated with his other hand and my other ass cheek. 

He rolled us over, pushing my legs back into my chest. 

“Fuck me…fuck me…” I begged, between ragged breaths. 

His cock sank into me once again. His eyes closed and his face locked in a look of pure pleasure as he bottomed out in me. Slowly they opened and he looked down at me. A smile slowly breaking across his face. His eyes sparkling in the dappled light coming through the window. 

He pulled out almost all the way, I thought he was going to reposition us, but just as it felt like the head would slip out he slammed back into me. It almost knocked the wind out of me, and he repeated that move over and over. 

My ass was hot from the excruciating pleasure he was filling me with. Each stroke caused my skin to break out in goosebumps. After several strokes my body anticipated and the pleasure started coming from the up and down strokes. 

I felt the pulsating, heat building in my core. It was radiating out from my very being. It felt like I was vibrating with electricity. I knew he was getting close too, because his thrusts were getting ragged. I felt my ass clamp down on him.

“FUCK” he groaned from his chest. 

“How are you doing that?” he gasped. 

“I’m cumming!” I cried out. 

My cock rocketed load after load of cum across my torso. There had to have been at least 15 heavy, thick, ropes of cum. One of the first splashed across my face. Licking my lips, I tasted the saltiness of my essence. 

I felt Cam’s hands grip my hips as he slammed into me. His cock twitching inside. It felt like a baseball bat. I was once again filled with a pulsating heat, but this time not from my orgasm but his. 

“Take my fucking load…” he cried. 

Collapsing forward, his head came to rest in the crook of my neck. His breathing ragged and heavy. My cum between us, drying like some homemade glue. I felt the unmistakable feeling of his wilting cock slip from my battered hole. 

He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. His face lowered to mine and kissed me tenderly. I knew he could taste my cum on my lips, but it didn’t stop him. 

“That was fucking incredible!” He said, smirking at me. 

“It was unbelievable, you’re pretty fucking good.” I said with a chuckle. 

He looked at me, and his eyes glistened. 

“Maybe next time though, just ask to fuck me?” I said with a wink.

His expression turned sheepish. 

“Deal” he said.