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A Joe Buck Trucker’s Tale, X-Rated

Not for the faint of heart or prudes

The first time I notice Mark, he stepped out in front of my car.

There are many ways to get someone’s attention. This is how Mark got mine. It began years of him coming and going from my truck. Even in those early days, Mark proved his value to me.

Mark wasn’t what I’d call handsome, but he exuded sexuality. At first, I didn’t see him, but he stepped off the curb, shoving out his thumb, He had a brooding look to him and a bulge in his jeans.

There was no period of awkwardness that comes with boys I pick up along America’s highways. Neither of us needed to consider our safety. I knew where Mark wanted to go and why we’d go there.

I was in Baltimore at a time when boys got into a stranger’s car without wanting to go anywhere.

Actually, they were looking to go all the way.

When Mark’s thumb came out, I was on Eastern Avenue near Patterson Park. I’d met Robby and Gary near the same spot, and they stuck out their thumb as quick as they established I was showing more than a casual interest in their features.

The one thing constant with these boys, they were squeaky clean and sporting an erection only the right drivers got to see. It was my encounter with Gary that connected to Mark’s interest in me.

“You’re Joe Buck. I’m Mark. You took Gary out few weeks ago. I’ve been waiting for you to come back. He told me all about you.”

“Gary was very nice,” I said, remembering him vividly.

“You’re a trucker. Asked Gary to go with you I’ll go,” Mark said.

He might have been a little too anxious. Boys I pick up along side the road could be anyone. They were blank slates, until they talked. A few hitchhikers didn’t say anything. They weren’t talking. Others were friendly and seemed to need to talk to someone, anyone.

Picking up Mark where I did meant I already knew one of the most important aspects about him. Have you ever tried it with a guy? Yes, he had. Yes, he did. A guy who would consider it was a find. I wasn’t on my truck and Mark wanted me to take him along. On the Eastern side of Baltimore, I needed to think about my answer.

I took Gary home with me and he was fun. That’s why I asked him to go with me on the truck. His life was in Baltimore. He had no interest in roaming the highways and byways of the country. He’d obviously spoken about me with Mark.

I stopped for him. Or did he stop me? I needed to know a bit more about Mark before I asked him to go with me on the truck. He obviously read my mind and he took charge.

“Go over four blocks and turn right. It’s dark down that street. No street lights. I’ll show you I can do anything Gary did for you.”

Mark had me unzipped and he was giving me a nice working over before I reached the dark street. Mark was quite orally gifted. I got pulled over none too soon as he stayed with it until I finished getting off. He didn’t come off me even after the event ended.

I caught my breath as he eased off me and I noticed his dick standing up in his hand. It was my turn to and he was already leaking fluid from his expectant slit. He had plenty to work on and he was soon leaning back and holding my head in place so I didn’t quit before he got to where he obviously wanted to go.

It was a bit more than a mouthful when he swelled and insisted his passion stick go as far down my throat as possible. He obviously liked that part best of all. I was experienced enough to stick with it until he exhausted himself and left go of my head.

“I’ll drain you dry,” he said, once he caught his breath.

I took his friend Gary home with me and he’d been delightful to spend a few days with. He had no interest in taking his act on the road. His life was in Baltimore and not out there in between towns.

Mark was ready to go before I asked him. He dreamed of being a trucker when he was younger. When Gary told him about me, Mark was ready to pack his bag. He finally saw my car. It was no chance meeting. That made is offer to go a no-brainer.

I often met boys hitchhiking on the Interstate systems of America. I keep my eyes open for guys who look safe and who might cut into the loneliness for a day or two, and if I’m lucky, for longer.

As interviews go, Mark said a mouthful before we got how-do-you-do out of the way. I asked him to go along. He had the kind of talent I hope to find in the boys on the roadside. I settle for a lot less than what Mark has already done for me. I have no idea what kind of lumper he’d be. Mark didn’t need to work. I wanted someone who could do what he did and I’ll do the work.

“I leave in two days. Will I need to let you do that to me if I take you on the truck?”

Mark laughed.

“As often as you like it,” he said with a growl in his words.

Mark was the most uninhibited person I knew. I do believe he lived for sex, and I had as much sex with him as I had with anyone. When my wheels stopped turning, he was ready to get into the bunk.

Needless to say, that made him a valuable asset to me. Actually, when Mark was on the truck. I was never horny. When we didn’t have time to get into the bunk, he’d handle himself. And if I didn’t stop to join the taffy pull, he got himself off. He knew when I did finally stop for some sleep, he’d be taking care of me before I fell asleep.

He was a handy guy to keep around. Once in a while, when I stop for a few hours of sleep, Mark climbs into the bunk and backs up to me. This isn’t his usual style, but once or twice a week, he needs me to work him over to prove he’s still desirable.

This is one of his neat trick that never fails to exhaust me, because Mark goes with me every step of the way. He makes sure I have a good time, and I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face.

When I’m home, getting ready to roll, my routine doesn’t vary much. I need to pick up my truck from the shop. Dave and I discuss anything I need to keep an eye on. My fuel tanks will be filled before he parks my truck next to the front gate.

I drive home, parking close to the house to load my things. I have a few changes of clothes I need. I have food I’m taking in the front of the bridge. I collect a variety of sodas that go into the cooler first. I put enough ice to last until the end of my second day out, which is how long the sandwiches and such I put on the ice lasts.

I won’t need to spend time stopping for food until the second day of the trip is ending. I can get halfway to anywhere in the country in two days, because I don’t spend time stopping for anything but fuel.

By the end of the second day, when it’s time to fill my fuel tanks, I’m ready for a hot meal. I might catch a nap before going on, after I’ve fueled, had dinner, and checked on road conditions ahead.

I already have the Willie Nelson tape on the dash ready to go into the tape player when it’s time. I’ve still got things to do. I need to do a final sweep of the house to be sure everything is turned off before locking up. This way I don’t get a hundred miles down the road and being to wonder if I left the coffee pot on.

If I’m picking up Mark before I go, I do that the day before, and he’s taken the things from the house and put them in the truck, saving me a half hour or more. By the time I climb into the truck, Mark’s in the second seat waiting to roll.

I kick off my tennis shoes and pull on my cowboy boots. I reach on my bunk to get my cowboy hat. I hit the silver button that has my engine humming to life in an instant.

Now, it’s time for Willie.

I push the tape, On the Road Again, into the truck’s sound system, shifting the truck into gear, I begin to roll.

I sing loudly, “On the Road Again. Just can’t wait to get on the road again.”

I head for the nearest highway, and it’ll be three months before I’m at home again.

This is my routine. It’s where every run starts, after I’ve been at the house for too long, which is usually about two weeks, when I need to start rolling again.

The first time Mark went out with me on a run, the time I spent getting ready is cut in half and instead of reaching the highway at eight thirty or so, we get there by eight. I start out ahead of schedule.

The second time I took Mark with me. He had been with me long enough to ask questions about the things I did. Sometimes he made a suggestion that he thought might work better. He was usually right.

I picked Mark up the day before I was scheduled to leave the house. He was ready to roll when he got into my car. This time around, he loaded the truck for me. The boy was a time saver, but as I wheeled out of my neighborhood, Mark had a question.

He’d watched my transformation from mild mannered suburban home owner to super trucker.

“Do you really need cowboy boots and a cowboy hat?”

“Mark, I asked the very same question once. I saw all the truckers wearing cowboy boots and cowboy hats. I’ve never been a guy who worries about fashion, but this fashion statement seemed a tad over done for my taste,” I said.

“We may be the cowboys of the highway, but the boots and hat were a bit much. In my early days of being an ordinary truck driver, I quizzed a guy who had been drinking coffee with me while we waited for dispatch to have us paged. As we drank, I noticed the feathers in the band of his cowboy hat, and I decided to ask that question. I was careful. I didn’t want him to get twisted up in his axle.

“Why cowboy boots and a cowboy hat. Isn’t it a bit much,” I asked, wearing my baseball hat and athletic shoes.

“Son,” he said. “Everything i do and everything I wear is 100% certified trucking recommended. You see these boots, in particular the heel of the boot? when you have your foot pressed on that fuel pedal all day every day, your foot begins to trouble you. It’s the flat shoes some drivers where. When I first became a trucker, and another trucker watched me limping, because my foot was hurting me for some reason or other, he told me flat out. I didn’t ask, ‘Get yourself a pair of cowboy boots. Elevates the heel, Son, and you can relax your foot while you drive,’ I went to the store at that truck stop. I bought me a cheap pair of cowboy boots. My foot stopped hurting a couple of days later and I never had a bit of trouble since.”

“Elevates the hell,” I said. “That makes a lot of sense.”

“And you got that little ball cap on your head. If you hold your head just right, you might cut the glare some, when you’re driving into the afternoon sun for two or three hours each day. I can tip my cowboy hat down or any which way, where the sun is brightest and the glare goes away and I don’t need to keep twisting my neck around trying to keep the glare from blinding me.’”

“Is all that true?” Mark asked. “Or are you blowing smoke?”

“I was all ready having trouble with my right foot after a few months of driving all day every day. I bought my cowboy boots in Kansas a day later. There was the best looking cowboy hat I’d ever seen in the same store. I yanked it off the shelf and put it on. Fit like a glove and everywhere I go, I get told, ‘That’s a hell of a nice hat.’

“It is,” Mark agreed. “I’d never wear cowboy boots though.”

I never figured he would and I bought cowboy boots and a cowboy hat for guys who stayed with me any length of time, but I never did that for Mark. It just wouldn’t have suited him.

As lumpers go, Mark was the best. At first, Mark watched everything I did. In short order, he did everything he could do. Small stuff like cleaning the windshield and picking up the trash that accumulates while you’re running all day. He’d operated the fuel pump for me. I could go in and get in line to pay the bill. By the time I worked my way up to the counter, my fuel was pumped.

All I had to do was say, “Pump 5,” and fill out my Com check.

In some of the larger fuel stops those lines are ten or fifteen minutes. Minutes being miles, Mark was a time saver.

Mark was a find. He knew ways to make the days easier on me.

There was no better time for me when I came into the house after coming off the road and seeing the answering machine blinking.

“Mark here. I’ll go the next time you go out if you want.”

I wasted no time taking him up on his offer. Mark was a keeper.

Mark may have gotten my attention by going down on me five minutes after I picked him up, but it was the little things that kept me smiling. He did have a nice tight body he knew how to use. We were about the same size, physically speaking, but Mark had been gifted in the dick department. He wasn’t simply larger than the average guy, his dick was perfectly shaped. With a thick shaft the perfectly shaped head stood with distinction on top.

I suppose Mark went with me a half dozen times the first few years I drove a truck. He was a pleasure to have around and he kept his eyes open for boys he liked and asked me to stop for.

I still remember our second trip together. He was comfortable with me right off. When he went out with me, he stuck for the entire run. It was the time he asked about the hat and boots. We were tooling along at 58 mph, and I was just driving. I wasn’t looking for a hitchhiker, and I didn’t see the one we passed.

Mark saw him.

“Stop. He’s cute,” Mark said, watching in the side mirror.

It took me a minute to get over to stop. Mark watched Roger run to the truck from a quarter of a mile back. Mark’s eyes stayed in the West Coast mirror until he opened the door and Roger climbed into the seat beside Mark. Mark tossed his gym bag back on the bunk. Mark scooted over to make some room on the seat for Roger. They sat close to each other. Right away Mark was giving him the once over.

“I’m Roger. My old man’s a trucker. I hoped a trucker would stop for me. I ride with my father. I’m on the way to Flag to meet him.”

“I’m Mark. He’s Joe.”

You can tell a lot about a guy in the first five minutes he gets on your truck. Rover was obviously comfortable with a truck stopping. He was cute as hell and Mark and him sat very close. There was no doubt they were eyeballing each other from the get go. I could feel the heat the two of them generated.

Marks right hand was immediately on Roger’s thigh. Roger glanced at the hand before looking out the windshield. I was busy shifting up through the gears and blending back onto the highway. Traffic was light as we hit the wide open space in between towns.

When I glanced over next, I was surprised to see Roger’s hand high on Mark’s thigh, almost on the bulge that lived in Mark’s jeans. Mark moved his body until Roger was feeling Mark’s dick. Roger made no effort to change his position. He peaked at its length as he felt it

Like I said, you can tell a lot about a guy in the first five minutes. Roger wasn’t put off by the things that took place in someone’s truck. He’d been there and done that more than once. The road could be a lonely place, and there were times it wasn’t lonely at all. The right hitchhiker could do wonders for your operation.

Roger watched what his hand was feeling. Mark just smiled and moved to give him as much access to his hard dick as possible. When Mark unzipped his pants, he put Roger’s hand on his pubic hair and Roger drew out the very hard dick, after glancing to see if I was looking. I had great peripheral vision, and I could take a glance every few minutes. I didn’t worry Roger in the least as he used his tongue to flick a drop of clear liquid forming on the tip of Mark’s dick.

“You got a nice one,” Roger said, stroking it and licking the head.

“Go ahead. You can suck it,” Mark said as Roger was getting sideways to make the task easier on him.

I admit, I wanted to pull over and see just what Roger was willing to do, but I had miles to go before I could have a time out.

“You’ve done this before,” Mark said, as Roger gave him what for.

Roger was uncut and not nearly as thick as Mark but he knew how to make the most of what he had.

Mark manipulated the skin on Roger’s dick as Roger went as far down on him as he could go. Mark had plenty to offer and Roger wanted it all. He didn’t stop until he had it all.

The next time I took a closer look, Mark had Roger’s jeans down to his knees. He had a nice smooth body that was totally tan. He obviously sunbathed naked somewhere. His hair was brown. It had a bleached out look. Roger spent a lot of time in the sun.

I had to be satisfied with glancing from time to time to see how things were progressing. They were getting better acquainted.

“I need to rest my jaws. That’s a mouthful,” Roger said.

Mark was about as turned on as I’d ever seen him. His dick had a wet look to it as it stood out of his jeans at a forty-five degree angle.

“You ever been fucked?” Mark asked, as Roger’s hand worked on keeping Mark up o the task.

“I told you my father was a trucker. He has Mexican helpers who ride with us to unload the furniture. They like that a lot,” Roger said.

He moved off his side of the seat, kicking off his jeans, and leaning his head on his arms he rested on the dash, he lifted his ass to above where Mark’s cock protruded from his jeans. He didn’t seem at all worried about the size of what he was about to sit on.

Mark’s hands were around Roger’s upper thighs as he pulled Roger back and down on the head made slippery by being sucked.

I slowed down ten miles an hour. I wanted to see the next act.

“We’re getting there,” Mark said in a gasp. “A little further down. Oh, yeah! You have the right idea. Oh, man. Nice!”

Once the head popped inside, Roger made a slow and easy slide down Mark’s thick shaft. It took a while for Roger to negotiate the full length of Mark. In two inch increments Roger’s body moved down three and then a fourth time. Once he was sitting in Mark’s lap, he grew still as he appreciated having all of Mark inside him.

The next time I glanced over, Roger was almost ready for lift off. Mark’s hands held Roger in place as he strained to go deeper. Since I saw none of Mark’s dick, he had to have most of it in Roger, but he kept forcing himself upward to get that last millimeter inside him.

“Let me adjust to it for a minute. That’s a lot of cock you’ve got. I love this part. Just being together for a minute. Just hold me, Mark.”

Roger’s face radiated passion with his eyes closed. Mark was remarkably restrained. His usual frenetic motion muted as a look of bliss came across his face. They were a matched set as Mark’s arms wrapped around Roger. It would have made a lovely photograph.

Mark’s hand began massaging the skin on and off of Roger’s shiny dick head. It was a slow easy motion that had Roger moaning.

“Take it easy. I’ll cum if you do that any longer,” Roger said.

In a few seconds his cum began to squirt out. Roger roughly forced himself down on Mark’s lap. One, two, three streams leaped out of him coating his thighs. Mark collected the cum and rubbed it back into the skin of Roger’s cock, and one more spurt escaped him.

“Easy, Big Boy. Let me reload. Doesn’t that feel good to you?”

“Your asshole twitched on my shaft each time you shot some cum. I almost came with you. You’re tight. You’re amazing.”

It was Roger who did the heavy lifting for the next round. His ass came up off Mark’s shaft after another minute or two. About the time I was sure the head would pop free, Roger began his slide back down on Mark’s dick. Roger leaned forward to put his face on his arms on the dash. His rear lifted and dropped as Mark pushed and withdrew. In combination it was a ballet that quickly turned into a demand for relief. Mark’s ass lifted off the seat as he jammed himself into Roger over and over again, as Roger’s as hung a few inches above him. The slapping sound they made had my jeans straining as a wet spot began to grow.

“Fuck yeah,” Mark said as he came up on the seat and was directly behind Roger as his cock appeared and disappeared.

Mark moaned and gave Roger what for and Roger kept his ass in the proper position for the kind of fucking he was after.

This was a matched set that went together like dicks and cum.

The sounds they made were as delicious as how they were blending together like birds of a feather.

Roger had the controls once he got started again, but it was Mark’s show as Roger waited to receive what Mark was glad to give.

Mark raised up, bracing himself as he pulled Roger’s ass hard against him. Raising up on the seat he pulled out and then pushed back in. Roger moaned and Mark built up speed. It didn’t take Mark that long, if he hadn’t cum already. He came fast the first time and then he settled in for a five or ten minute go before he’d cum again. With the proper timing, Mark could cum three times in an hour, but he never got soft or needed to stop the activity to rest until he was fully satisfied, which took some doing, but Roger seemed like the fellow who could wear Mark out, as he allowed Mark to go full speed.

Mark’s gasp was loud as he began to cum and Roger once again added his blast on a cock no one touched. He gasped and shot as Mark shot and gasped. They were suspended above the seat for a minute or two as Mark gave all he had to the endeavor before they both collapsed.

“Roger, you’re so fucking tight,” Mark struggled to say. “You’re fucking amazing.”

Mark took a backseat to no one, sitting up or lying down. There was always a new trick he wanted to try. Roger was as uninhibited as Mark was. For both of them sucking and fucking was an art form they were determined to perfect. They left me with damp jeans.

I didn’t mind. It was the hottest show I’d ever seen, but I ended up with a crick in my neck, but I didn’t complain.

I was on a run to Kansas City, Mo. Roger was going to Flagstaff. When I called dispatch, they wanted me to pick up in Wichita and make a run to San Bernardo, which meant I was able to drop Roger at Little America in the middle of Flagstaff on I-40. That gave us two more days together. That also made me smile.

Our last night as a trio, Mark and Roger continued their frivolity in the front seat once I pulled over for a few hours sleep.

Roger climbed into my bunk saying, “I want to thank you for getting me to where I’m going. I thought you might like company before you drift off.”

The word tight applied to Roger. Even after Mark’s thick dick was up his bottom for much of the last three days, he was plenty tight, which amazed me. He didn’t just lie there and let me have my way with him. He twisted, turned, rose and fell with me. Roger rode the whirlwind, giving me a good going over. He liked what he did. What wasn’t to like about that?

I eased out to take my nap. Roger told me the plan.

“I wanted to give you something to remember me by. Mark says you might stop for me the next time you’re home. I’d like that. I’ve never been with anyone like Mark. I gave him my number. I wanted you to know I can keep you both smiling if you like me.”

“Roger, you’re the cats meow,” I told him.

He laughed and leaned to give me a kiss before he joined Mark back in the front seat.

I’d never been with anyone like Mark either. I was glad I was with him now. We could share things we encountered as we went across the country and back. Every day was a new experience.

Mark and Roger were as sexual as any boys who ever got onto my truck. It was the only time a boy performed with Mark while we were moving right along the highways. Mark had a knack for breaking the ice and with a guy who joined us. When we stopped so I could catch some sleep, I could hear Mark coaxing, “Go ahead. Go down on me. If you do mine, I’ll do you.”

Yes, he would and guys we picked up often did too.

As I said, Mark exuded sexuality and he was always ready to get a thrill or give one, as we worked our way across country and back.

The end of A Run From Baltimore.

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All you four-wheelers out there, keep the shiny side up and the rubber side down.

See you on the flip-flop.

Joe Buck

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A Run to Aurora

Thanks for the love. Your “Submissions” as my slaves are opened. Hit me up for your ownership, muscle sluts, especially closeted sluts like Josh. 

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Since our last fuck, Mike and I haven’t spoken again, he came to the house quite often, in fact he’s there today but it was to rearrange Oscars’ guts and seeing how my faggot bro was screaming out loud. I was even a little jealous but I would never admit that as I was sitting on the fence on it. I’m a straight man and not one of those fags who will do anything for cock.

I took my keys and left, I had an appointment with Sophie to go to a concert. We needed spend some quality time to reconnect our bond, but in reality I wanted to redeem my straight Alpha status back. I have to prove to that idiot Mike that I’m into pussy, if he thinks I’m the type to be on my back with my legs in the air he’s wrong, it’s a slut’s place. Arriving at Sophie’s I knocked at the door and I was far from expecting such a reception.

“Heyy boi, we came to get his load of the day?, what position this time?”I was stunned by what I had just heard, this twink spoke to me like I was his fuck mate, like one of those cheerleaders that we take away, fuck and then forget about the games. My blood only boiled.

“Repeat it if you dare, asshole!” I grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt and pinned him against the wall. “If you were able to do what you did it’s because I was tied up otherwise I would have smashed your little face.” I had to clear things up with him as well.

“It’s not me who needs my nipples played with or fingers in my ass to cum, you remember that big boy”. He dared to respond serenely.

I felt my hole spasm following the reference from that night but I didn’t let anything show. I heard Sophie’s footsteps getting louder and louder, so I let go of her brother, ready to welcome my darling.

“hello sweetheart” Sophie said happily.

“hello my love” I replied. We exchanged a languorous kiss. “you ready?”

“Sure, I’m too exited”

“I can come too.”Jack interrupted our moment together. I felt his gaze on me, taking in my entire body.

“To tell the truth, we wanted to go as a couple, couple thing you know,” Sophie replied.

“Please Sophie,” Jack cooed, “I’m going to be bored here all alone and I have nothing to do. I’m sure we’ll have fun.”

This end of the sentence said with a sensual tone and a look at me left no doubt about what kind of fun he was talking about. This embarrassed me more than anything else. But I couldn’t help but think about our night of fucking. This twink didn’t fuck me once but twice, who could believe that? Muscular jock ends up having a cock, it’s so humiliating but coming from someone like Jack you’d think I wanted that.

“Okay, be quick” Sophie gave in.

“What the hell?” I cried out in disgust.“Yesss” Jack expressed his joy and left to look for a more presentable outfit without taking his eyes off me.

We waited for him to come back, once back we headed towards my car. I heard a “what a nic ass” I acted like I didn’t hear anything.

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There were a lot of people, the crowd was going wild, everyone was dancing, singing. I felt people’s involuntary touches all over my body. Sophie was in front of me and was in the same state of euphoria as the others, she turned around from time to time to kiss me. His brother was to my right, I tried not to worry too much about him as it was a public spot and what could he do that there but I was wrong. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my ass and it made its way through my pants and that’s when I quickly turned around to act. I glanced behind me and was stunned at my attacker.

“Jack?” What the hell are you doing?” I tried to speak loud enough so he could hear me without attracting Sophie’s attention. I didn’t understand he was on my right not a minute ago, just how?

 His fingers began to caress my line then the outskirts of my hole. My hole was causing me to shiver again; AHH! Again that sensual touch that drives me crazy but I didn’t want to be weak this time. I tried to push him but with the crowd it was no use.

“Wai…Hmmm” Sophie took my face in her hands and began to kiss me wildly. Jack continued to finger me and moving in slowly seducing me. It was a feeling I had never experienced to this day. So powerful.

 I decided to break the kiss and turned around ready to confront this little nerd.

“Listen you little bastard, you better stop your little game sino…” I was stopped in my tracks by Jack who had just kissed me. My brain could barely comprehend what had just happened, Jack attacked me just like her big sister. 

“Danmm… mhh… ohh” the image of Sophie just a few meters away from us appeared in my brain. I pushed Jack’s head off my neck but he was determined to spoil my party. He grabbed my hips and with a strength I didn’t expect, he turned me around to face the concert and whispered in my ear.

“Calm down muscle boy, relax those muscles and have fun, leave the rest to Daddy.” he chuckled and resumed the movements in my ass. I was baffled and  squeezed my hole as hard as I could. I had to keep a stoic face in case Sophie decided to turn around.

“I like it when you resist me babe, it makes you a bad girl”, Jack whispered in my ear. I made a mental note to hit this idiot, only Mike had called me that, uh.. and I liked it…where did that come from, no one can calls me that ,I’m no one’s daughter.

“Hmmmm” I held back the moan that came out of my mouth as best I could. I looked around and was relieved that no one was paying attention to us, all lost in Halsey’s rendition of “without me.” Jack’s free hand had slipped under my shirt, sensually caressing my big beefy chest and attacking my perky nipples. I remained impassive on the outside but on the inside my body temperature was increasing and breathing undulating with every touch. Fuck, playing with those nipples always made me weak. 

“That’s it, that’s like a good girl, you surely know when shouldn’t make noise.”

His words snapped me out of my trance. I took steps forward to get out of this trap, however, he tweaked my juicy nipples with such a painful pressure which sent a shock of pleasure throughout my body, it was exquisite, I remained frozen in place, I wanted to feel this all my life. He continued to reproduce the same movement filled my body with euphoric joy. I became weaker and weaker despite having herculean strength over him. I didn’t want to give in but I couldn’t control anything. The pressure I was exerting on my hole dissipated little by little until it left room for Jack’s hand to enter my pants, he continued his way through my boxers and began to rub my already wet crack.

“MhhhhHH….. Fuck” I couldn’t hold back my moan which was louder than I expected. I looked around to see if anyone had heard that but luckily the voice of the crowd chanting “walls could talk” drowned out my sound. My mind began to wander again towards the pleasure that Jack was offering me in complete serenity. His fingers went in and out of my anus, stretching my internal walls and my sphincter a little more with each pass. He squeezed my pectorals like a woman’s tits. I couldn’t believe what this kid was doing to me in a public setting. I couldn’t believe I was letting him grope me as he pleased. I was losing my mind. I cared less about the outside world. Jack and I were the only thing that mattered to me at that moment.

“Oh… yeeahh…. Moreee” I blurted out with my mouth half open, I could even release drool, the pleasure was so great. Jack inserted 2 more fingers into my tight sphincter, my hole spread its walls to get used to it both in width and depth. My hypertrophic region started melting eventually making room for his fingers. Jack’s middle finger ended up touching my pleasure button and evaporated all consciousness from my brain. I was drunk with pleasure. I pushed my ass back on the fingers involuntarily, still expecting more of him, I wanted his fingers to spread me and fill my hole and make me cum. It was only then that I remembered that I had a cock and that it was hard in my pants. I hate myself for only getting hard without even touching it. Which man could forget the object that makes him a male. Damn Mike, his degrading words must have soaked into my brain.

“Mhhhh…. So gooood…. Yeahh…” I felt Jack move closer to me and rub his crotch against my bubble butt. He was hard like a steel rod. He began swinging his hips mimicking doggy style, the friction of our bodies contributed to increase the heat of our bodies which could no longer detach themselves from each other, it was unbearable. We continued to rub against each other for a while. I didn’t recognize myself, I waddled against this ant. I no longer had an ounce of control over the situation, Jack was the only one in charge.

“you like it huh? Of course you do” he accelerated the speed of his movements, attacking my hole which could only keep up with the rhythm and so could I. This situation is so exciting. My cock was releasing precum begging for orgasm.

“You wanna cum, babe” he kisses my neck.  I nodded. I couldn’t pronounce a sentence correctly, my hole is being abused, my pecs are kneaded, I feel his cock ready to explode against my ass and now he started kissing my neck. I was drunk with lust and devoid of morals.

“Come with me to the bathroom, unless you prefer to continue exposing yourself to those 2 guys over there”. He directed my head in the direction of the people mentioned and I saw 2 jocks looking at us with desire in their eyes. I couldn’t even imagine what they must think of me, the big buff bodybuilder is completely overpowered by a mere ant. I felt sheer humiliation and shame, but the feeling of emptiness that Jack left me with as he left my hole was stronger than anything. I looked for Sophie then informed her that I was going to the toilet, she asked me where her brother was. I told her that I didn’t know, I couldn’t decently tell her that we were going to the toilet to reach orgasm.

I made my way to the toilet with heavy steps battling to resist the urge and don’t let my ego and pride washed away again. But my hole was spasming and cock was throbbing. Should I choose my pride or primal instinct? I didn’t realise and I was standing in front of the entrance of the toilet where he was giving me a devilish grin, he stopped me in front of him, pulled down my pants and my boxers and stuck his middle finger in me which slid directly to my pleasure button without any resistance making me, “Ohhhhhh.. ahhhhhhh”. He brought me inside just by the pressure he exerted, so humiliating but so exciting.

He closed the bathroom door leaving me no escape and we started making out passionately. I had never done that with guys, used to be a straight dude who was popular among the girls for giving the best kiss. but now I was letting a dude suck my mouth.

“Josh you are so beautiful… you are a real sin” I don’t know if it was my irresistible desire to cum or my own will but I kissed him back with the same desire. It was a brutal kiss, who dominated who? “why are you staying with Sophie, you don’t need her. You need a cock to satisfy you big man, only men can give it to you.”

“stop saying bullshits… Oh yeahh” He pinned me against the wall, pulled my hair back giving him free access to my neck.

“oh yeah man that’s good…..don’t stop” my voice was only a whisper.

“Talk about a straight guy, just another bottom muscle waiting to get his load,” Jack sneered. 

I ignored these comments but it remained stored in my brain. I focused only on his fingers playing in my ass.

“we’re alone, let go Josh” Jack added “show us who you really are, face your true self, a little slut who loves cock.”

I would kill anyone who called me that but right now it was turning me on more than anything else.

“Ohhh yeah a little slut…oh keep playing with my hole…Yep here…” I behaved shamelessly. He took off my shirt and licked my pecs, bitting my hard on juicy nipples. 

“yes.. keep showing me the real Josh,”

“no wait I…. I… Oh…. Fuuuck yeahhh” Jack moved his tongue down my chest taking me to another planet.

“sit on the edge of the sink”

 I did what he said without flinching. He completely removed my pants, revealing me naked. I made no comment about the fact that he still had all his clothes on. It excited me as much as it scared me. Was this the real Me? He spread my thighs like a rag doll and inserted himself between. I felt so much like a girl in this position, having guys between their thighs to eat their pussies. If anyone ever saw me here they would see me as one of those sluts. Then he moved up grabbing my defined pecs.

“such pretty boobs, I’m sure there’s milk inside huh?, you’re a tit man, Josh never doubted that”. He started to tickle my chest again with his tongue.

“Hmmm… yeah…. keep going…. just do your thing and make me cum man… » I thrust my chest out to give him better access. I threw my head back applying pressure on the sink to feel all the pleasure coursing through my body. 

“what a straight guy” Jack scoffed.

 We heard a “slurp” which resulted from his suction of my nipple. “Leave Sophie, she’s not a lesbian”

“ohh yeahh… yeah…. I want to cum man… just cum…pull the milk from my tits… OHHh yes like that..” He continued this delicious torture and my body couldn’t stop to fidget.

“yes and you will cum when you are in tune with your true self, only a cock can make you cum like a fountain, it is the key to your paradise Josh. Why deny it, you deserve to be free and experience the true orgasm that is destined for you.”

“Mhhhh… Noooo” I whined because he stopped playing with my breasts… no, my pecs.

“Get on your back and I’m going to eat your pussy.” I obeyed obediently and turned around exposing my jiggly bum, I was his muscular toy. The position was quite uncomfortable but I didn’t care, nothing mattered right now.

“Oh… yeahhh… Dude you’re good at it.. yeah… So good… Ahhhhh.” I looked through my spread legs, Jack devouring my hole like it was the last thing to eat on Earth. My hole asked again and again for this mouth which caused it to spasm, that pushing my hole on this tongue seemed most natural to me.

“yeah that’s a good jock pussy.. better than some girls… she’s wet and hot… mhhh…how long has she been waiting for a real guy to come Josh?”. I decided to keep my mouth shut. I took all the humiliation patiently. 

“Deep down you want it Josh.” my inner voice screamed, “you want to be fucked by this guy.”

“No.. I’m straight I can’t…..Oh fuck yes, it feels so good.”

“My girl loves having her pussy eaten, you release so much love juice babe”. Jack taunted.

“say yes and free Josh from this character who is not you.” that voice shouted to me again.

“Oh yeah she likes it….  Pleasss…. Oh fuck eat my pussy…. she’s begging for more….Yeah…she’s so greedy… fuck it feels so good…. Ah yeah Your tongue has it makes her feel so good she gets wet… Oh yeah…. Mhhhhhh.” It felt like the gates of heaven opened instantly to my resilience.

“There you go, this is the real Josh, the one you wanted to hide all my life, he exists to please other men, to serve them, to be their puppy.” Here I am defeated a second time by this twink. I tilted my head back to see the image that appeared before me. A bodybuilder begging to have his pussy eaten by a twink who towered over him in all his splendor.

I heard the sound of a belt and Jack pulled down his pants revealing his fuck tool. He caressed my crack and I felt my hungry hole open to take that cock.

“Oh I see my girl is hungry, she wants daddy to feed her.” Jack teased me. He rubbed his cock into my crack that I could swear my sphincter wanted to suck him into him.

“Ohhh yes fuck…give it to me, daddy” I screamed as I couldn’t wait longer. 

“You need to ask for it properly baby. It’s Daddy who decides whether or not he feeds his girl.”

“Oh please Daddy fuck your girl.. she needs it bad…. Her pussy is crying out for your cock to make her cum….My pussy wants to feel every inch of your cock inside her.. It’s the only way to calm her down…. please fuck me.” I didn’t think I was capable of begging, demean and humiliate me like this for a cock. Even I was shocked at my own words. Was I that desperate? 

“It’s okay, Daddy’s going to fuck his good girl.. Won’t you be good?”. Jack poured some lube on his cock and placed it in front of my anus.

“Yes, I’m a good girl. Thank you, Dad.”

“let’s see if this pussy needs to be broken like last time” Jack laughed.

“OhhhhHHHH….. MMMMHHHHHHHHHH…. Fucknnnnnnn……. OHHHH Yeahh” I moaned loudest than ever echoing in the entire toilet. My body shivered when I felt his cock tearing my insides. The pain was only present for a moment, it gave way to the pleasure of having a cock deep in my insides.

“Still so hot… mhhh… hotter than an erupting volcano…it goes in like butter baby…naughty…how much cock have you taken slut…”

“Ohhhhhh….. fuckkk…. fuckkk… yeahhh… MHHHH… SO good…. Mhhh.. Oh fuck fuck meeeee” Josh could only receive the fuck he was the beta among the 2.

“I love seeing your tits jiggle with my strokes….It’s okay huh, I’m going to hit your v-spot really really hard babe and take you to heaven.”

“Uhhhh… Ahhh… it’s stuck here….Ohhh yeah.. There.. I’m going to break this pussy…So tight…This hole was made for cock…I feel your walls spreading slut .” Jack sped up his thrusts.

“Ahhhhhh…. Fuckkkkkk…. don’t… Stoppp… Oh yeahhh….. More…. Please Daddy more…break it…harder” I grabbed my ass cheeks and separated them to let Jack do his job. The alpha submits to fully surrender to the true male in this room.

“Fuck you’re so hot Josh…I’m fucking a muscle god….Urhhhh….let that cock make you shoot….Your pussy is so wet baby how could you ignore it all this time…but don’t don’t worry, Dad is here to show you the true path to follow… Ohh yeah Mhh… spread your thighs wide for my cock. Put yourself in mind that we don’t have sex, I USE you.”

Josh’s hole was contracting and wanting that cock to rearrange those insides as quickly as possible. Jack’s cock finally hits the enlarged region.

“Oh FUCKKKK Yeahhh…..THERE….THERE DADDY….FUCCKKK… Fuckkk meee… Moreee…DANNMM GOOOOD… yes use me…” Josh’s muscles relaxed, the dopamine peaked and coursed through every part of Josh’s body. Josh wanted it again and again, he was getting addicted to it. He wanted this man to use him for eternity. Hearing Josh scream like that encouraged Jack to hit that erupting volcano until his cum dried that lava.

“Oh yes fuck me hard….there yes…So much good…Don’t ever stop…Calm that pussy with your cock… Oh yes Harder…I can take it I’m strong…. I’m made for that.. Mhhh.” My mouth was blabbering without me being able to control it.

“I’m going to fuck you so good that you won’t be able to walk properly.. that’s what you want huh? Having your pussy destroyed.. Urhhh… your tight little pussy, you want it to be in public service…. Ahhh…. Oh damn it’s so good…But before that.”

My eyes were popping out of their sockets, drool was coming out of my mouth because the pleasure my hole was giving me was immense. A “pop” echoed through the room.

“Mhhh… What are you doing…” Josh said out of breath annoyed. Jack pulled his cock out of Josh. Josh’s pleasure center has been activated and is not yet satisfied. Her hole begged to return her source of pleasure.

“look at you.. you look like a desperate whore.. you would let any man spread your thighs huh?”

I didn’t respond and waited patiently with my legs apart for him to hit my pussy again.

“Answer me.” Jack demanded.

“yes I would let anyone fuck me to cum” I cried after him out of desperation. Fuck I needed him to continue the fuck.

“good girl.. I want you to be a better angle so you never doubt who you are. Put your hands on the edge and spread your thighs.”

I comply directly with his wish, I will do anything to make him hit my hole with this tool. He stood behind me, put his hands on my hips and pushed his cock into me.

“Oh yeah…..oh go ahead…fuck Me with your big cock…. Mhhh… Make me cum… I want to cum….. Oh my Goduuu…. that’s good…”

“look at yourself in the mirror you bitch” Jack straightened my head, pulling my hair. What I saw was eroticism in its purest form. My brain engraved this image in memory as one of the most beautiful. An ant dominates an alpha, treating him like his female and I felt no shame just pleasure. 

“This him you see is the real you, he always seeks to give his hole because that’s what he was born to do, but you killed him and buried him out of fear.”

I was looking at this Josh in the mirror. He pushed his ass back to take Jack’s cock and was happy, he moaned like a whore in heat and was happy, he let himself be dominated and was happy. I felt complete with a cock deep inside me. It’s like  I was looking for something I finally found it. 

“oh yesss… Mhhhh… yeahhh….I want it….I want my pussy to be fucked…. god yessssss…” My cock was releasing precum and a simple touch could make me cum, I wanted to touch it but I knew I didn’t have the right, only Jack can order me to. I stood bent over watching this twink pound my ass and beg for more.

“you see Josh there are two types of men, those who use their cock to cum are the alphas and those who need a cock in their hole are the fags/sluts, which group do you think you belong to ?”

“Mhhh… yes it’s good…your big cock in my hole…fuck me…Fuck me” I didn’t want to answer, I couldn’t pretend to be an alpha anymore, my first thought was to say that I was a cock hungry slut.

“you don’t want to answer but you know the answer, say it loud and clear to daddy and look you in the eyes or else daddy will leave you with your greedy pussy!! »

“Oh no daddy… I’m a slut… I’m a slut….yeah…. I need a cock to cum…. Don’t pull back…. I need it.. Fuck your girl… Breed me please.. Mhhhh Oh Yeahhh” I was out of breath, my ego did not break on the contrary I felt relieved, being down is the only way to relieve this fire that has taken possession of my body.

“There you are, you know your place in the hierarchy of men, you are not an alpha, you are a hole that we fill and throw away. Come this way.” he pulled me by the arm then we entered a cabin, he sat on the toilet.

“Now hump me like a bitch you are”, he ordered and complied obediently sitting on his hard cock.

 I lined his cock up with my hole and slowly went down on it.

“Ohhhh fuckimg God…. fuck… its so gooodddd”, I moaned again feeling his pubic hair against my buttocks. I waited for a while then started riding on his cock.

“Oh Yeah Joshh…. You’re so handsome…. Mhhhh… Urhhh… you should let that side of you out more often… You’d be so much happier….let men use the gift Mother Nature gave you .. This is what you were made for…Yeahhhh… This vagina is the most precious in the world”, he grabbed my chest again and squeezed them tighter inhaling my body scent. I could remember how I did that with every girl I had been with in my life. Just like a true man treating his girl. Was I his girl then?

“Ohhh… Ohhh yes…..fuck…. so goodnn…” I sang like a nightingale. My brain recorded every minute of pleasure, eroticism, passion. 

“like that baby, keep riding Daddy’s dick to make him feel happy… Mhhh Yeahh feed your hungry pussy with my cock”

I participated in my own downfall. The image of the straight alpha was leaving to make way for a new Josh.

“clap clap clap clap” was the only noise in this room. I can’t tell you how excited I was, the smell of sex that filled the room, the friction of our two bodies, feeling Jack’s cock, or even his look full of mischief from the show I was giving him. I was in another world but fulfilled like never before.

“yes baby like that, you’re a natural.. make those tits bounce… Mhhh yeah”

“Oh yes oh fuck…my pussy swallows your cock…she doesn’t want to let it go.. Mhhh… Yeah” I was in heaven, my face twisted with pleasure. It’s such a powerful feeling, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. I was in that.

“Ahh I’m going to cum slut Mhhhh… you’re going to welcome my babies into this community pussy….you’re going to let them fertilize your eggs huh?” Jack grabbed my hips, imposing the new rhythm on me and goddamn I liked this gesture, it exudes domination.

“Ohhh yes…. Fuck Me….Yes… I’m close…. Give me your load…Calm my burning pussy with your milk..Daddy I want your cum…. » I felt every word that came out of my mouth. Being down is the only form of relief I can feel for actually being me. I feel so good riding a man, he calls my pecs “tits”, calls my hole “pussy” every time I feel his cock inside me it’s paradise I visit once again.

“Here you go bitch.Ohhhhhhh. Fuckkkkkkk Yeahhhhhhhh. Urhhhhhhhhhhh.” Don’t lose a single one…. Fuckkkkkkkkk” he hugged me tightly and covered his hands with mine clenching my hole around his cock to exude all the daddy semen inside me, clung to his blow like someone desperate, we both stopped moving to let him soak me with his seed. I took all of Jack’s sperm inside me, keeping them like this was the most precious to the world. The fire in my hole gradually died down as Jack’s cock drew milk leaving me with a feeling of completion. I got up and left this cabin. I was starting to pick up my clothes when I heard Jack talking to me.

“And come here, we’re not done.” I realized that I still hadn’t shot my load. I thought he wanted to jerk me off to help me but on the contrary. He put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to kneel in front of his cock.

“you forgot to clean daddy’s cock”

“what…no man I don’t do that”, I said with disbelief by his proposal.

“Either you do it or I open the door and everyone will see what a whore you are. Think of Sophie, you imagine discovering that her boyfriend is having sex with her brother but what’s more, he’s the one taking cocks in his pussy”,

I couldn’t believe this kid wanted to blackmail me. I knew he was serious; his gaze left no room for the slightest compassion.

“Dude that’s just…..” Jack thrust his cock into my cock muffling the end of my sentence. He put his hands on the back of my head and started fucking my mouth with powerful thrust filling and gagging me.

“you talk too much…sluts should never refuse a cock you hear,? This is your first lesson…. Ohhh yeah that’s good… you look prettier with a cock in your mouth”.

All that could be heard was the sound of my oral sucking. I couldn’t do anything or I would be exposed that I didnt want. I had a stature to hold to in society. I was far from wanting to suck him yet my cock was hard as a rock. I put my hands on his hips to pull back just in case.

“Yeah that’s how it is… Be careful not to put your teeth in… Yeah cover them with your lips like that… Mhhhh you learn quickly… you’re made for that… Yeah.. you suck better than the girls…t ‘Are you sure this is your first blowjob?, I’m surprised’

We can’t really call it a blowjob, I would say more like an oral fuck. He pulls my hair to slide my mouth over his cock as he pounds my throat.

“Oh…..yeah….Take daddy’s cock…..thank him for fucking you well”, hearing him talk to me like that ends up making me cum hands-free. My cock shoots load after load and the orgasm spread throughout my body. My brain registered this moment as one of the best and controversial.

“There you go, Daddy is all clean, his girl filled in. Let’s join Sophie now. Oh And don’t forget to clean up your mess.”  He left me on my knees and walked out as if nothing had happened.

******

I joined Sophie at the concert, she pointed out to me that I had taken a long time to wash, to which I responded with another lie. I felt hands on my ass and anger took hold of me going to hit this kid for good. What was my surprise to see that it was one of the 2 jocks who were watching us who was grabbing my ass.

“Was it good?, you begged like a hottie, if you want we can take you to heaven too, we have everything you need.” he sneered.

I wasn’t ready for another humiliation.

 *******

99 year old Mistermagoo  was at his apartment in the retirement village    cleaing  up and getting his place in order. he just got out of the shower and got sone clean underwear shorts and a shirt on. 

A few minutes  later there was a knock at his door and he answered it and it was 88 year old   Herbert Pervert and he came in and they talked.. Herbert pervert has always been gay but was wondering about Magoo. Hey Magoo I have some pics to show u on my phone K he said they sat next to each other and  Herbert was showing  magoo nude pics of him in gay porn with other older men. Suddenly Magoo says My peckers getting hard   So is mine says Herbert Pervert.

Herbert started to put his hand on Magos crotch licked his lips and said  LETS SCREW!  Him and Magoo start to make out  on the couch and off to the bedroom.. Suddeley they are both naked on the bed  kissing and Herbert says Magoo I’m gonna suck your pecker Herbert starts to suck Magoos  dick and Magoo goes yes yes it feel good Herbert  yes OH GOD! 

Magoo feels his load about to hit  OH IM CUMMING IM CUMMING  Herbert  takes his mouth off and  gets Magoos load all over his face. I wanna suck u  Said Magoo.  Magoo started sucking YA SUCK SUCK said Herbert Pervert. Magoo suddenly grabed some lube out of the drawer and put some on Herbert Perverts 88 year old 7.8 inch dick  and Magoo lubed himself up..

Magoo  said Herbert please fuck me!  I wanted that dick for a long time. Magoo gets his legs up and Herbert says ya I’m gonna fuck your brains out. Herbert   put his cock in to Magoo and Magoo was moaning OHHH OHH !!!! OOO!!!!!!! OHHH YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They were both  moaning  . FUCK ME HERBERT!!!!!!!! Herbert went faster and faster and he  felt it hitting, IM CUMMING said Herbert. CUM all over me said Magoo. Herbert pulled out and   he shoot his cum all over Magoo

I was 22 years old, I was a young white hairless guy with a slim body and a nice ass, I was straight although I did not flirt much because my physique was not very dominant or masculine.

Recently some construction work had begun in my neighborhood and I walked in front of it every day on my way home from college, I had never stopped to look at the work carefully.
Until one day on my way home I passed by the construction site and a worker who was resting bumped into me, when I looked at him in the blow I saw that he was a man of about 30 tall and big, wearing a white tank top that was tight because his big muscles almost did not fit in it and you could see through it all the body hair that covered his body because he was all sweaty.
After the blow I apologized and got ready to continue on my way home, but the man stopped me and asked me if I was from the area, I said yes and as I was leaving I noticed that he kept looking at me for a while. I didn’t think much of it.

After this event the man was always looking at me and waiting for me at the time I was coming home, and one day he approached me while I was coming back and I noticed that the man had a big erection and a big stain in the crotch of what looked like semen, I saw him accelerate my pace home, but he ran faster and stood right in front of me, at that moment I noticed a smell that I found very pleasant was in the air and that smell left me a little stunned without paying much attention to the man who was in front of me, it was then when the man invited me to have a coffee at his house and gave me a paper with the address and just when he gave it to me with the other hand he hit me on the shoulder, after he left I continued my way home, but I was still stunned because the smell was still in the air and I had almost not heard that the man had given me his address.

Then when I was changing my clothes at home I saw that on my shirt in the shoulder area there was a stain of something that I did not know what it was, but when I saw it I had the need to smell it, it emitted the same smell that stunned me and I liked that smell, it was then when I saw the note with the address that the man had given me a few hours ago, and unconsciously I decided to put the stained shirt back on and go to that address.

When I arrived I knocked on the door and the man who was waiting for me opened it, he was shirtless exposing his big and muscular pecs covered with a strong and curly hair, and his abs that were also covered with the same hair, when he saw me he invited me to go to his room and I was stunned by the smell and I went in and sat on his bed and he slowly began to undress me, but when he took off my shirt I came out of that trance state and I got scared, I was shirtless in front of that man 

I was shirtless in front of that big man who was not wearing a shirt either, then I got upset and I was ready to run away as soon as possible, but the man threw himself on me lying me on the bed and he was on top of me, I tried to escape, but he was twice as big and muscular and he could handle me, then he started to tell me: come on don’t worry this is going to end up liking it and it will change your life.

On top of me the man started to grow a big erection in his pants, when suddenly he pulled it out and put it in my face, and when I smelled the precum that emitted from his big penis the smell controlled me and I couldn’t help licking his big penis, I could not believe what was happening, I could not control my body, while I was sucking him the man finished undressing us leaving us completely naked and I kept licking his big penis as if it were a melting ice cream, until little by little I introduced the whole thing in my mouth.

I gave in to the control of the smell and taste of precum, I completely lost control of my body, I was at the mercy of the big man, then he ordered me to get on all fours, I got on all fours and he began to lick my asshole, his tongue was moving inside me, which was starting to cause me some pleasure and his beard was rubbing against my naked buttocks and my bare and flat, it was then when he turned me abruptly leaving me on my back and he was right on top of me and started to tell me, you would like to have such a big and hairy body, and you also want men and for them to penetrate you, I could not speak or tell him that I did not want men and that I did not want to have a hairy body, but the man after this put me back on all fours grabbing me by the neck and suddenly he put his penis with great force in my ass, that caused me a great pain that turned into pleasure quickly, which made me let out a big moan, then the man began to move his big penis inside me while I noticed all over my back as his body hair rubbed my skin and everything made me enjoy it more and more, the man was accelerating the pace until suddenly he released all his semen inside me, I noticed how that liquid ran through my interior, it was then when the man stood up next to me with a jump and stood looking at me while he said to me: I was motionless lying on the bed noticing how the semen ran down my ass, when suddenly I began to notice how it was absorbed until I stopped noticing it inside my ass, my body had absorbed it and just at that moment my whole body began to ache my muscles tingled my skin burned and my insides burned and I began to scream from the pain while the man kept looking at me, it was then that I began to notice that I was getting bigger, my muscles were also growing my hair began to grow and brush all over my body, after suffering this change I became unconscious.

After a while I woke up the man was gone and when I got up naked, I saw myself, I was covered with body hair, a strong and curly one my muscles had grown and were defined and I was bigger.
When I saw this I ran out and went home scared

After nearly four hours of Gunther punching out my ass to a pulp, I went home. I was still very high from the gummies I’d ingested earlier, and still very much intoxicated by all the poppers. Lying in my bed wearing only my jockstrap at this point, my hole was literally fluttering. It was speaking to me, and it was saying, “More, get me more PIG!”

I listened to my pussy and logged back onto Asspig desperately hitting up any profiles that described themselves as “tops”. Some didn’t respond, some had plans, but I got lucky. I did find a bear of a man, 47 years old, 5’10”, 240, beefy, hairy, and his fists look like cantaloupes. They were huge, meaty, and non-collapsible. I read some of his certifications and learned that some never could take his fists due to their size. Also, he seemed to be majorly fascinated that my dick was in a cage.

His profile didn’t have a face pic. He demanded anonymity because he was married to another man and they were not open. Also, we figured out, he lived very nearby, and didn’t want to take a chance of me recognizing him. My pussy didn’t really care about any of that, it just needed more and it needed it now.  My judgment was a bit clouded at the time, but seriously, I just didn’t care. 

I unlocked my front door, and pulled on a hood which left me sightless. I placed myself on my knees, ass up high, and waited to hear his footsteps come through my door. Soon enough, I did hear the heaviness of his shoes pounce on my tiled floors and then the footsteps stopped and I heard him breathing.

A deep, gruff voice bellowed, “Ohh fuck, pig, what a great ass!” Then I felt him smack it a few times with his hand before his giant palms grabbed a cheek and spread them open. 

“What a fucking gape!” More smacks and then I felt his tongue right in my hole, his bushy beard hair all up in my crack, and I crooned, it did feel great, but I wanted his fist up in me. I wasn’t interested in foreplay.

I groaned, “Come on man, just put it in me. Give me that fucking fist!” I sounded a bit hazy and muffled, but I made my point.

“You mother fuckin’ pig! You want my fist in that cunt. You’re gonna get it, slut!” He sounded very stern, no none sense. 

As he opened the tub of Elbow Grease I’d placed on the bed, and I heard him grease up maybe one fist or maybe both? I threw on the gas mask, and inhaled until I was delightfully disoriented, and I began to feel a building pressure filling my pussy. Thick fingers were probing inside me. 

“You’re so fucking open, dude.”

I pushed off the mask, pulled my hands back behind me and pried my ass apart, “Punch it, fucking do it!” I demanded!

”Fucking pig! You’re gonna get it now!”

I howled loudly as that first punch mercilessly split my cunt open. Knuckles crashing right through my swollen ring and straight up in me until I maneuvered my hips and ass to accept the hand past my second ring. 

“Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Ah shit, you’re fucking huge man. Oh my God! Oh fuck!”

My hole was stretched wide open. It felt like a goddamn watermelon was inside me. I took several hits from the brown bottle, and slowly I felt my hole relax around its invader. There was no going back now, I decided to embrace the experience, took some deep breaths and then I began to move my hips up and back. 

“That’s it. Ride my fist, fucker. Fucking use my fist!” 

I put the mask on again and rode the wave. As the rush washed over me, my fingers gripped the sheet on the bed, and I pushed my hips back wildly, up and down I moved and felt my hole expand around the largest part of his wrist, writhing around as my cock leaked so much fluid from the cage. 

I wanted it rough now. I wanted that feeling of getting truly punched out like a fucking pornstar. I took a hit of maximum impact, and after I closed the bottle, I placed the wet cloth in my mouth and breathed hard. About 10 seconds later, I was levitating off the bed. I was no longer present. That’s when it happened. One of the largest fists I’d ever taken was easily jabbing and punching in and out of my poor cunt. My voice was reaching octaves I hadn’t hit since 7th grade, I was completely delirious, euphoric. My dick was leaking continuously. 

The stranger shoving his fist up my butt gripped my exposed balls and squeezed them into his hand, now he changed position, and I felt his punches landing deeper and harder. There was absolutely no resistance, with every blow, the ring of my asshole was ceasing to exist.  Completely pulling out and punching right back in, I was a true hand puppet! I heard him grunting as his forearm rocked in quick motions with a closed fist. 

That was fucking intense. I was coming down from all the chemicals, and for the first time I was feeling just how rearranged my guts were becoming. While my top was reapplying more Elbow Grease, he said, “Fuck, that was crazy! Your hole is great, pig! Hope you can take more because I’m just getting started!”

I put the mask on again, gripped the sheets, ass up, and then he pushed that closed fist right up that ass. As he punched forward, I pushed back, guaranteeing my cunt would be fed. Each time his fist landed inside me, it sounded like a meat cleaver beating tonight’s dinner. This guy was just what my hole wanted and needed. I grunted like a fucking pig, threw off the mask and screamed, “Punch my pig cunt, fucker! Fucking punch it out! Oh yeah, oh yeah….!”

The phrase “fucked silly” would be perfect to describe my pathetic state. I was now on my stomach, barely conscious, and the punches never stopped coming. I pulled a leg up and went to my side, and this angle allowed him to get inside me even deeper now, as he grasped onto my hip for leverage. 

Finally, after another break to regroup and regrease, I’d flipped onto my back and took more strong hits of poppers. I knew that would have to be the very last hit or I was going to black out. I held my legs up, spread my legs and waited for it. A fully horizontal fist easily slipped inside me, and then his free hand grabbed onto my thigh, and we both began to groan, grunt, scream, as he repeatedly beat my pussy up like he hated it, like he wanted to ruin it forever. This brutal treatment caused me to spit out more creamy cum from my locked cock. I began to hyperventilate as I was cumming.  After I’d come down, he pulled out his fist.

It got quiet. After about a minute, he said, “I think your cunt is done!” And just like that, he left.

When he left, I turned on the lights and bent over to see my ass in the mirror. My asshole was unrecognizable. So gaping, so swollen, and so satisfied.

I turned off the lights and fell asleep. in the morning, I felt my hole and it was still very open and very puffy. I took a couple of pictures, and then I took a bath to soothe my hole trying to recover from both punch outs.

Twenty year old Nathan lay over my knees, his cute bubble butt already glowing with red hand slaps. The lad was taking a slapping pretty well and was obviously liking it as I had his stiff cock wedged in between my knee.

I slapped his bum again pretty hard even my palm was stinging.

“What do you say lad?” I asked.

“Thank you sir” came the reply.

I slapped him again and again reddening his bum cheeks with imprints of my hand,

Each whack moved his dick in between my knees as if he was fucking it.

“Do you want six more lad?” I asked.

“Yes please sir” he answered though I knew he had had enough by his incessant whimpering.

His arse was looking crimson hot and must have been stinging like hell but he took it like a man.

I was sixty and liked to spank hot young lads of legal age and they all seemed to like the spanking too.

Nathan was a real find and would often call round to my house for some hard discipline.

I felt up and down his crack teasing his hole until I felt it ready for a finger.

I pushed my fingers into Nathan’s mouth and told him to get them nice and wet then I worked them up the lad’s tight arsehole and fingered his cute bum hole.

He was soon moaning and when I stroked his young prostate he shuddered all over and groaned delightfully. My fingers went deep up his tight arse, waggling and working it open as I finger fucked the moans out of him.

His stiff dick was jerking in and out of the tight clutch of my knee joint and I suddenly felt his cum running down my leg and shooting off.

“You are a bad boy” I said. “Who said that you could cum?”

My fingers worked vigorously into his arsehole.

“I’m so sorry sir” he said between moans “You made me cum sir”.

With three fingers jammed up his hole I felt for

the lad’s cum.

“Now you can just lick this fucker up” I said moving my cum coated fingers to his lips.

“What do you say boy?”

He licked my fingers clean.

“Thank you sir. I know I have been a bad boy sir”.

“What happens to bad little boys?” I replied.

“They get spanked some more” he said.

“What else boy?” I said.

“They get their tight little arseholes fucked” he said, wriggling his bum.

I gave him a hefty slap on his right cheek followed by another to his left. I continued slapping his bubble butt arse until it was glowing red and until tears were streaming down his cute face.

“What do I do with you now lad?” I asked

“You fuck me sir” he replied.

“Say that again?” I said.

“You fuck me with your big cock sir” he said correcting himself.

I pulled him off my lap and marched him over to my fucking horse.

He leaned over the wooden contraption and I tied his wrists and his ankles at each corner of the horse.

“You are such a naughty bad boy. How are you going to lube my cock lad?”

“I’m gong to suck on it sir and get it wet for my hole”.

I undressed completely, my dick already throbbing stiff by the time I was naked.

“Open that cute little mouth lad and suck my cock good”.

He took most of my prick into his mouth and started sucking on it, his hot young tongue lolling all over my cock keeping it rigidly stiff.

I leaned over him and slapped his arse cheeks again and he sucked me harder.

About twenty more hard slaps of his arse and his butt was ready for fucking.

I pulled from his mouth, my cock dripping with his saliva, and I nudged it against his tight hole.

“What do you want lad?” I asked.

“I want your cock fucking me sir” he said and I shoved hard to feed his hole half of my dick.

His groan was loud and got louder as I edged my cock all the way in.

Tightly packed against his red bum I began to fuck him drawing my cock out to my knob and then plunging it hard into his arsehole, slapping my nuts against him.

“Thank you sir” he said between anguished moans.

“Fuck me sir. Fuck me hard sir”.

I clutched his shoulders for good leverage and ram fucked his tight arse till he was whimpering and wailing.

“Shut the fuck up and take your fucking like a man” I said. “More noise and I’ll whip your arse till you’re begging for me to stop”.

He tried to keep quiet as I fucked but I knew my big cock was causing him to yelp and moan, his noise only spurring my prick to ram his arse harder and harder.

“How does that feel lad?” I asked him “Do you like my big cock deep inside your arse?”

“Oh! Yes sir! I love it. Keep fucking me sir, I have been a bad boy and need to be fucked”.

After about twenty minutes of relentless fucking I decided to shoot my load over his pretty face.

I was right on the edge and with one jerk of spunk shooting u his hole I pulled out quickly and let my dick cream the lad’s face.

His pretty face took my spunk letting it cream over his lips, nose, forehead and cheeks. It was a big fucking load of jizz and his face looked well and truly spunked.

“Lick my fucking cock clean lad” I said offering my cream knob up to his lips. He took my cock inside his mouth and gobbled off the spunk that gathered around my knob.

That done I worked the cum running from his hole back up into his hot arse with my fingers, creaming his prostate.

I untied his wrists and ankles and stood him up before me.

“You have been a really bad boy Nathan. You have asked me to fuck you and that is wrong, I am old enough to be your grand father.”

“I’m so sorry sir” he replied “I must take my punishment sir”.

I took his young cock into my mouth and got it stiff again in no time. I could taste his sweet young cum and gobbled his cock with some relish.

I held the lad’s balls, rubbing them, rolling them in my hands and tugging them downwards as I sucked his prick.

A luscious spurt of spunk hit the back of my throat as he began to cream off and so I gobbled on his cock harder and harder draining him off as I milked his balls.

“I’m sorry sir” he said “I should not have cum in your mouth sir”.

I swallowed his semen greedily and then roughly laid him on the floor and stuck four of my fingers into his cum creamy arse finger fucking more moans out of him.

With more fucking in mind I rang my old gay mate Steve, a big body builder with a big cock.

“Hey Steve, I have a young naughty lad here who needs some discipline. Can you come over now, he’s all naked and ready for you”.

Steve said excitedly that he would be glad to help and would be over in he next hour or so.

I gave Nathan a drink of water and then re tied him over the wooden horse, his arsehole jammed with a large butt plug.

Steve arrived within the hour and was ready for anything. He looked pretty amazing too, tight white ‘T’ shirt tight over his broad chest and tight bulging jeans looking ready to split. For a man of sixty he was damn fit and randy as hell always. He’d given me a good fucking on many an occasion and always left me weak legged and unable to walk.

He spotted Nathan instantly tied over the horse, the lad’s quivering hole winking for some cock.

“Looks like you’ve slapped the little cunt good and hard” said Steve.

“Fucked him hard too” I said “But h needs a lot more fucking and discipline don’t you boy?”

“How old is the little cunt?” asked Steve.

“He’s old enough to be fucked and young enough to be your fucking grandson”. I replied.

Steve started removing his clothes, the ‘T’ shirt removed and showing off his hairy broad chest.

“Can he take a big dick like this” said Steve pulling off his jeans and pants and exposing his already rigid eight inches.

“He can take it alright can’t you boy?” I said

“Yes sir” he replied “I like big cocks sir”.

Nathan held his breath and waited for Steve’s giant knob to press against his hot hole. 

Steve moaned as his helmet opened up Nathan’s hot tight sphincter and I watched as the muscled hunk fed the lad his enormous prick.

“Is that what you want lad? A nice big cock right up your tight arsehole” I said.

“Yes sir. I love it deep inside me, it is so hot and stiff” said Nathan bracing himself for a hard fucking.

I held the lads arse cheeks open and Steve began to fuck . Nathan was soon hollering like a banshee and whimpering as Steve rammed his cock home.

I loved watching Steve’s big cock stretching the lad’s arse and marvelled at the tight hole opening up for it.

“Maybe I’ll give you something to moan about boy” I said picking up a willow cane.

“A few swipes of this on you bum cheeks should do it whilst you’re being shagged”.

“Yes please sir” replied Nathan “I need to be punished some more as I am a dirty little cum whore”.

I swiped the came across his bum as Steve ploughed his cock inside the lad. Six hard swipes of the cane and his bum was striped with crimson welts.

“He likes a good caning and fucking doesn’t he?” said Steve drawing his cock out and then ramming it back inside.

I got my prick really rigid and then shoved in Nathan’s mouth for a sucking. The lad seemed to enjoy the spit roasting as Steve and I fucked him from each end.

Such was the stress on Nathan’s prostate that he began to spurt his spunk without any cock stimulation.

“You bad boy” I said “You’ve done it again you little cunt. You’ve cum without our permission. What should we do with him Steve?”

“Well” said Steve pausing the fuck for a moment.

“I think we need to double fuck the little slut. What do you say?”

I was all for that so we untied Nathan from the horse and Steve ,ever the strong man, lifted the lad up and impaled him onto his cock in one deft move that had Nathan squealing. Nathan was stuck well onto Steve’s fuck hungry cock, Steve holding the lads legs in front of him with Nathan’s back snuggled to his chest. I got in front of Nathan and wrapped his legs around me making sure Steve’s cock kept it’s depth in the lad’s arse. My prick was aching for Nathan’s arsehole and throbbing for the double fuck. I pushed my knob against Nathan’s cock packed hole, the heat of his arse and Steve’s cock tempting me inside. A hard shove and half of my pulsating shaft joined Steve’s cock in the tight fit of Nathan’s arsehole.

The lad was groaning but taking my prick in his arse like a true pro. A further two thrusts and I was ball deep in the tight hole together with Steve’s rampant prick.

“Ooooh! Fuck!” cried Nathan, his sweet little face crumpling with anguish and cock lust. “Fuck me sirs. Fuck my tight little arsehole”.

It was nice having Steve’s big dick pressed along side my own, hot and stiff and ready to fuck.

W began to screw the lad, our dicks easing back and forth in the burning hot arsehole. Nathan just took it with whimpering delight, his prick beginning to stiffen as we shagged his arse.

“Fucking Hell!” said Steve “This is one hot boy hole, it’s fucking lovely, lovely”.

It sure felt lovely and tight and once I managed to spit saliva down onto my eager cock we both began to fuck Nathan faster and deeper.

The lad was quick to shoot his load again, the pressure on his young prostate too much to bear without releasing his wad of spunk.

Steve and I could feel the tightness of his hole on our cocks as his sphincter gripped and twitched in the throes of his orgasm.

“Naughty boy!” I said thrusting my dick hard

“You didn’t ask permission to cum lad”.

“I’m so sorry sir. I was so excited” came the difficult reply.

Steve was incredible, holding the lad up for so long as we double fucked the hot arsehole but eventually his legs quivered a little and he began to release his spunk in six or seven jerks of his rampant dick. I could feel the spunk creaming my knob as I continued fucking, the creamy slippery semen making the fuck even better, even sexier. In no time I was creaming off as well my spunk pumping out into the Nathan’s hole at a break neck speed .

Our sperm mingled inside the hot twitching  arsehole, our cocks throbbing with after fuck delight.

Steve and I pulled out of Nathan, his sweet whimpering continuing long after.

We laid him across our knees and  both of us soothed his slapped bum cheeks with cold cream.

His arsehole was creamy and dripping with spunk and so I collected some cum and as punishment made Nathan lick it up.

“Thank you sir” he said and whilst I couldn’t see his face I knew that he was smiling.

If it hadn’t been for the lousy weather on the long weekend, Frank Grisholm may never have taken the chance. But he’d spent two days straight in his apartment, edging for hours with a vial of poppers, a tub of Albolene, and a collection of his favorite dildos, some quite impressive in size. The former D1 football player had a life change at 30, but for as long as it took for him to come out, it had taken less than a year for the muscled 6’5″ hunk to realize he craved to have his hole worked over.

Just like grocery shopping when you’re hungry, you should never log onto the apps when you’ve been marathon masturbating. But Frank couldn’t help himself. Something about the dildos felt second-best that day. He scrolled through some familiar profiles, holding his phone in his right hand while his left slowly sawed a black-rubber Big Boy in and out of his ass.

He saw a couple of tops he’d hooked up with. Not fuck buddies, but maybe he could reach out for a repeat. Only his attention was caught by a new profile. Or at least new to Frank. The picture was PG rated. Well, R rated, maybe. A picture of a guys’ shorts with a huge ridge filling out the package. The profile listed the vital stats. 20 years old, 5’9, 155#, top. 

But the dick pick is what got Frank excited, and maybe a little scared. He’d never seen a dick as fat as this. Sometimes guys used the term “beer can” for cocks that probably weren’t quite as big and round as an actual beer can. Unless images deceived, this one was fatter than one. It was a bludgeon of a cock that looked like a butt plug, slightly torpedo shaped with two heavy balls clinging to the stalk and a tuft of dark brown pubes behind it.

Then there was the rest of the writing:

THE REAL DEAL. This isn’t photoshopped, fellas. It’s a tree trunk cock ready to plow some experienced muscle ass.

TURN ONS: Masculine men, linebacker builds, meaty asses. Older guys cool. Cunt training.  Seeing that gape.

TURN OFFS: Guys who pussy out. Condoms. Drugged out dudes (poppers and 420 ok)

FRONT OF THE LINE: NO FOREPLAY fucks. Military men.

I need serious takers only. 

Frank had enjoyed some intense dildo play, for sure. Even back in his 20s, he had a secret stash of them, and he’d use them on himself whenever his fiancee was out. It was a lie he kept up, until his 30th birthday. He splurged and rented an escort on a business trip to Atlanta. He had to scratch that itch, to get it out of his system. 

Only it was the best sex of his life. That big cocked escort had fucked the ex-jock to two toe-curling orgasms in quick succession. He didn’t even charge Frank for going over the time. 

The next week, Frank called off his engagement and started making plans to get a job in a city, a real city. 

“Hey,” he now typed. He was actually intimidated to reach out to Mr. Tree Trunk. 

But he got a quick, flirty reply. “Hi man. You’re fucking hot.”

“Thanks,” Frank said. Maybe it was the kid’s age, or just that sheer cock size, but he didn’t expect this easy rapport with the messaging. Frank revealed that he’d been edging all afternoon. Jake said he was taking a study break because he was really horny. 

“Feel like coming over man? I’d love to pound your ass.” The direct approach might not always work, but in Frank’s worked up state, it was just his speed. 

“Sounds hot,” he wrote. “But I won’t lie, that monster scares me.”

“You a noob?” came the reply. 

Frank had a sudden fear he’d killed the vibe and spoiled his chance to get laid. But his asshole would thank him, he decided. “Not to bottoming,” the man replied. “I have some big toys, too.”

“Hot,” the college dude wrote. “I like breaking in new dudes. I won’t hurt ya. Promise.”

“That’s tempting,” Frank replied. “I’m so frickin horny.”

“Me too man. Let’s do this. My roommate is gone for the weekend.” Jake sent his dorm name at one of the universities not far from where Frank lived. “I need to get back to my studying soon, but I wanna get my rocks off, bad.”

It felt tawdry as hell, but the 32-year-old got cleaned up and dressed and made his way over to Jake’s campus. Frank texted him when he was close, and Jake was down in the lobby waiting for him. The tall, almost beefy man blushed when he thought how transparent this was, being some college kid’s booty call. But what the fuck, Jake was an adult, Frank was an adult, and it’s not like anyone there knew the man. 

“You’re even hotter in person,” Jake growled as they made their way to his room. He was wearing just some shorts and T-shirt and flip flops, with a college ball cap. He had a soccer player look about him, not a competitive one, maybe, but that tone, lean-muscled look accentuated by his ruddy cheeks and cute face. His body was buff for a college kid’s, but his face looked younger. 

Jake may have been in a rush, but Frank had to give him credit, he took his time. They sat on his twin dorm bed and made out, then lay back. The ex-jock had never made it with a dude this much younger than him, but the fact Jake had a massive cock gave that age differential a certain thrill. And when the college dude started tugging at Frank’s sweatshirt, that put the man in a real bottomy mood.

“Fuck,” Jake growled as he lifted Frank’s arm and started feasting on the furry pit. The swipe of his tongue sent goosebumps down the bigger, more muscular body. Jake kissed along the chest, then munched at the other pit.

When they finally kissed again, both could feel the temperature rising. Frank reached down and massaged that fat boner in Jake’s shorts. 

“Wanna see it?” he asked. Boasting. 

Frank nodded. “Please.”

“Big muscle guy is a frickin size queen, aren’t ya?” Jake wasn’t a dom, not exactly. He mostly loved the physicality of sex. But he also knew he had 7 incredibly fat inches calling the shots. 

He undid his shorts and there in the flesh, Frank learned that in fact no Photoshop was involved. He was staring at the most colossal prick he’d ever seen or could imagine. 

Like a hungry power bottom the big man scrambled to get down and lick it. He actually tried to work the head between his lips, but that cock was too fat. 

Jake gently massaged my short hair and laughed. “Don’t worry, dude, I’ve only met one guy who can suck me.”

Frank Grisholm felt sad he wasn’t that guy. And more than a little ashamed for his lust for that tool. The college kid was cute as fuck, but it was the monster meat between his legs that had Frank acting like a slut. “OK if I lick some more?”

“Be my guest,” Jake said, hands on his hips as the man laved him. The thing about dicks that big is they’re generally not as hard as smaller cocks. Too much blood flow needed for all that vascular tissue. But as Frank licked him, Jake grew harder and definitely sported a fuck hardon now.

“On your back, man,” he hissed. “I wanna eat your hot hole.”

The big man did as instructed and when he pulled those meaty legs back, Jake actually whistled before getting down into place. He stared at Frank’s pucker and gently ran his finger around it. “So nice… you have a little looseness.” He looked up at the guy, a horny expresion on his face. “You been playing with your toys all day, huh?”

Frank nodded. “Yeah. But none of them are as thick as you, kid.”

That made Jake smile. “Should be a tight fuck, then,” he growled and dove in to lick the hole. 

Frank loved every part of this. On his back in some goddamn college drom room getting a very eager and skilled rim job. He had to imagine Jake’s endowment meant he had a good deal of experience, if he wanted it. Now the muscled man softly urged the college stud in a deep gravely voice, coaxing to lick him deep.

The rimming didn’t last TOO long. Maybe five minutes. But Frank’s hole felt alive and ready. There had been too much stimulation and edging, and now he wanted it.  

Jake wasn’t giving him a chance to back out. At least not unless and until the big guy said no. He slathered on some milky viscous lube, and Frank realized he’d seen it in some toy play videos. The college kid was actually nervous as he pushed that first fat inch past Frank’s ring. 

The ex-footballer wanted this, bad. But the entry stung and he did his best to hold back a wince. 

Jake looked on concerned but also majorly turned on. “Yeah, man, first time’s a bitch,” he said. “But you got it.” He reached down and ran his hands along Frank’s beefy furry front. “I’m in ya now, buddy. So just relax and let me in.”

Frank took a couple of deep breaths until he decided the heavy breathing was making him tense up. 

“Want some poppers?” Jake asked.

“Um, yeah,” Frank said. Sometimes they gave him a headache afterwards, but that would be worth it if it allowed him to take this massive cock. 

Jake watched as the big guy huffed the fumes. “You’re just my fucking type, man,” He said excitedly as he fisted that tree trunk meat and added some extra of that viscous lube. 

Frank screwed the cap back on the vial and laid it down on the mattress. He nodded up at Jake.

The poppers rush coincided with the college kid’s second entry. That humongous prick was boring right into that slick ass and Frank’s body was letting it.

“Fuck!” the big man growled. “You’re huge.”

“You like huge,” Jake said in his turned on voice. He pressed on, feeling a crazy snugness but not an outright clenching of the man’s guts, like he usually did with noobies. Soon he felt his balls press against that muscle ass. “I was right, man. You’re tight as fuck.”

Frank had lost his hardon earlier but the idea he had that giant dong buried all the way up him turned him on and made his cock bone up again. He reached down and scooped up some extra lube and applied it to his cock. 

Jake was now sawing in and out. Not a lot. But priming the pump. “Not gonna last long today, I’m afraid,” he grunted. “Too fucking tight.”

“That’s OK,” Frank said. 

Jake nodded down to the poppers. “Take another hit,” he urged. “You’ll need it.”

The ex-jock did just that. Then enjoyed the wave of warmth in his body. Jake was fucking now. Heavy full strokes. It wasn’t rough or hard or fast, but with a tree trunk dick, it didn’t have to be. Hands down, it was the most intense fucking Frank Grisholm had ever experienced. He tugged at his regular-sized boner and felt jolts of pleasure. His prostate was downright flattened by that torpedo-tapered dong, which sawed over it over and over. 

“Shit!” Jake hissed. As he came, that was the only time he lost control, his hips jerking harder and fast as that bazooka blasted deep inside Frank. He’d actually had bottoms pass out with that part, but Jake couldn’t help himself. When he was mid-nut, nature took over. 

Fortunately, that extra intensity pushed Frank to the hardest cum of his life. Pleasurable to the point of hurting as ropes of seed got pushed out. 

Before the poppers wore off, Jake was pulling back, very slowly. With size comes responsibility, and Jake was always careful in the dismount, at least until he knew a bottom was well trained for some rougher stuff. 

His eyes were fixated on Frank’s well-fucked hole. “Damn, that’s one hell of a gape!” he enthused. “Fucking beautiful.”

Frank felt exposed and slutty, but the fact this kid liked his wide-open cummy hole made him less self-conscious. 

“I wish I had more time to play with that,” Jake said softly, actually wistful as his fingers traced the gaping rim. “Is my finger OK, man?” he asked.

Frank winced a little. “I’m a little tender. But go ahead.”

Jake was like a kid in the candy store as he examined his handiwork. The man’s pucker was a little red and a lot stretched, though it was closing back up before his eyes. Frank leaned back and watched that giant college dong shrink to a soft elephant trunk. 

Jake looked at Frank with a leer. “You think you’d ever be up for cunt training, man? You have an amazing pussy.”

Two years ago, Frank would have objected to those terms. Now, he was OK with them. “What do you mean, cunt training?”

Jake smirked. “I’ve given some guys real big pussy lips, just by fucking regularly.” He added, “though some of the dudes have also used toys. Either way, it’s hot as fuck.”

“I dunno,” Frank hissed. He’d loved everything about taking on the challenge of Jake’s cock, but he didn’t want to be a freak or anything.

“Just think about it, man,” he urged. He pulled up his finger and licked off the fuck juice from it. “You’d have a lot of fun doing it.”

Jake patted his meaty thigh. “Listen, I really do need to study for my midterm. But dude, that was incredible… I’m glad you hit me up.”

“Me too,” Frank said sheepishly, gathering his energy to get dressed again. The popper headache was coming on, but he’d been right: this was all worth it. 

“Seriously man,” Jake said as he slipped his shorts back on over that soft heavy, flopping meat. “Let me know if you want a repeat. I’m not looking to date or anything, but it would be hot to have a longer session.”

“We’ll see,” Frank answered, but with an encouraging smile. Jake stepped up for one last kiss, then Frank was off.

The whole way home, the ex-jock’s hole felt tender and used, but that very feeling made him smile.

This is a video of some of the best sex I’ve ever had. So I was 19 years old, working at a gas station to earn just enough to eat and stay at a hostel. I worked all day long filling up cars with gas. In the station were also a coffee shop, a mechanic and a car wash. In total we were six people working in there. And since the first day, I used to have lunch at the back of the station along with some of the employees. People came to work in the station to leave someday when they find a better job. One of those people was Zakaria a young man in his twenties who started working as a mechanic, he was from the countryside and he was kind of a trainee so he had a lot of time in his hands. It was in a hot summer day when I first knew that something was gonna happen between us. It was the middle of the day, and I was already tired from filling up gas for the many car owners who are in vacation. At that time, I was exploring my sexuality, having had sex with girls before, I was wondering what it’s like to fuck a boy or even get fucked by one. As I inserted the gas pistol over and over in cars I pictured it as a huge penis penetrating an ass hole. That day, the mechanic was less busy than usual so Zakaria had a lot of time in his hand. He wasn’t the kind to read a book, or to go for a walk, he was naughtier than to do that, instead he would squat in the shade near the gas dispensary and gaze at me with his penetrating eyes. I knew he was stairing at my bubble butt, desiring every inch of it, and when he had work he would handle everything roughly and make a lot of noise, finish early and come back to his seat. Days went on like that. Being as horny as he is, I wanted to give him a chance, to see what could happen. So one day, I investigated where he had lunch. And I saw him going to the nearby village to eat in a cheap eatery in there. So I followed him and had my lunch next to him. He was stairing at me the whole time. I decided to talk to him first, so we talked about life and small things. I succeeded at inseminating that I liked him, telling him that it must need a lot of vigor to be a mechanic, and that the things he does I can never do. The boy was steaming at that point, I could see his bulge almost dropping his pants off. He told me that if we wrestled he would beat the shit out of me, and then I was the one who’s steaming…from his ass hole. Then he told that he knew a spot where we could see. Just like that, where we could see…the wrestling?

And so he took me to this house near the eatery. It was empty. He closed the door. And we went to one of the rooms. We were both a bit confused but we knew what we wanted. So he turns me around and makes me bend over. He then takes off my pants and his. His dick was already super hard. He spit in my ass hole. And he begun railing me like the absolute raging dog he was. He only stopped to set up the camera. It was extremely painful. Like having a snack rearrange your guts for you. I could see that it was his first time too. He is not used to swinging this way, despite that he was a hell of a fucker. He didn’t stop for ten minutes, untill he came inside my ass. I felt every drop of that boiling liquid in my rectum as his rock hard penis ejaculated in me, in the video you can see his cock literally pumping the jizz from his body to mine. It was the hardest part. I was there perishing slowly relieving him from that thing that makes all men do what men do. It was a tremendous experience. Especially with the genetically endowed male he was.

LET’S DO AS YOU DID WITH MELVYN.

It was the next afternoon when already at home that I had to cross Calvin’s room in order to go to the kitchen and I found his bedroom door open and my son was naked and jerking himself off. Shit! Did he want to turn me on again? I still remembered I had to jerk myself off over Calvin last night in bed.

-Shit, Calvin, you should have locked your door.

-Why, Clarence? Yesterday we saw each other naked and it was for me something sweet and arousing. So I decided watching porn today totally nude and with the door of my bedroom open. Dad, you told me yesterday that you like watching porn in your room every night before sleep. But how would you like watching porn with me? Sit comfortably beside me and we could become two buddies comfortably having that fun together. But do it comfortably naked before me, dad. Come on, strip and have this fun too with me.

-You sure you’ll be comfortable with your father naked and jacking off, Calvin?

-Of course, dad, the same we did yesterday and after our interviews I need to become your best buddy, even for talking of sex every day if we want or to watch it together.

-Ok, Calvin, then I will.

And I began to be more comfortable with Calvin Rutherford for I was sure we could also start now a tender intimacy of whacking off together totally nude. But of course I was afraid of myself for I’d already beaten my meat thinking sexually of my son and what if after now I would always have the desire of doing it? So after I was naked, I told him.

-Can’t you see, Calvin, that watching you naked can become my new desire after now and I might even like wanking over you privately every night?

-Hot to know that, dad, because I also masturbated thinking about you last night. Come on, Clarence, let us start now a new moving intimacy between us and now that you’re naked, sit comfortably beside me and let’s have fun.

The girls in the porn movie were hot but I also started unknowingly looking at cocks as Calvin told me the scenes made him horny as hell and he liked a father and a son watching porn together. But two minutes after having started, I thought he was shamelessly masturbating looking at my cock.

-Calvin, are you whacking off looking at my dick?

-Certainly dad, and if you allow me, I’ll go on. It’s so pervert but oh, so sweet, to wank looking at your father’s dick.

-I’m not an asshole, Calvin, and if it gives you fun, you can go on.

But this permission of his father was all he needed to now start running his hands securely down my entire chest till he ended resting one of them on my balls and was lustfully touching them. But that’s not all he did. Suddenly he locked his lips in mine and lecherously kissed me.

-I wanted to know whether you would also like this, dad.

-I do like it, Calvin. You’re so sexy, so handsome and so sweet, but do you also like it?

-A lot, dad.

-Then let us go on, Calvin.

We continued kissing as he continued touching me all over and just then I felt the need of doing the same to him, for if he was touching me, I intuited he would also like to be touched and in this idyll we continued till all of a sudden he grasped my cock and there was no mistaking: he was clearly jacking me off.

-Let’s do as you did with Melvyn, Clarence. I could perceive yesterday when I interviewed you that you missed this masculine intimacy.

-I’ve certainly missed it, Calvin –I said as I also started masturbating him-, but you’re sexier than Melvyn, much sexier.

-And you’re the first man that has turned me on, Clarence. Let’s uninhibitedly masturbate each other and let us have this fun every day, why not? We both like it.

-I don’t know now, my sexy Calvin which is right and which is wrong for on the one hand I’m your father and shouldn’t be masturbating my own son but on the other hand, I don’t wanna behave stupidly with such a wonderful boy in whose eyes I can clearly see how much fun he’s having.

-Yeah, Clarence. No need to stop. Once I’m touching your dick, I’ll need to touch it over and over again and what we’re doing is simply becoming friendlier with each other, a father and a son not only getting their rocks off but in their liberty doing something which drive us both crazy and it’s not incorrect, since both of us agree.

-I’m cumming, Calvin!

-Fill my hand with your semen, Clarence –and in fact his hand became soon a pool of semen, filling which he came next, also staining my hand. I was about to get dressed and leave his bedroom now but he told me to stay with him and do it again.

-Ok, I’ll stay. You’re persuading me that this is right for I see the fun in your eyes and how you desire it.

We couldn’t watch the porn movie. Now it was obvious we only wanted to look at each other and Calvin suggested a new masturbation. So we were at it again. How hot it was to jack each other off. I was soon rock hard again and when I was totally hard, I became totally dumbfounded for Calvin now took my dick in his mouth!

-Let’s do as you did with Melvyn, I told you before. So now I tell you let’s do exactly as you did with Melvyn. I’m sure you need a new masculine mouth giving you a blowjob and in my masturbation last night over you, I already sucked your cock and loved that picture. That’s why my bedroom door was open, dad, for I wanted to reach this moment and slowly convince you to also allow me this.

What a masculine son I had! And he was right now giving me a blowjob with all his senses implied in doing it perfectly, his tongue moving hectically and his eyes showing me what exquisite fun it was for him to swallow his father’s dick.

-I told you before, Calvin, that I would not behave stupidly now. Getting a blowjob from you is the last thing I expected but since you’ve freely decided to do it and are obviously having fun, you can go on, but I’ll be next. It’s been years since I last had a dick in my mouth and now I can tell you that I really desired Melvyn. And I would still desire if it weren’t that after now, I’ll start to desire you and only you, my sexy son.

-So good, Clarence.

-I’m cuuuuming!

But he swallowed my whole jizz obviously horny.

-Ok, Calvin Rutherford. You’ve certainly deserved to reach this moment. I hoped I was good with Melvyn, but not as good as I intend to be now. Get ready for a blowjob from me now.

And I couldn’t believe that after so many years I had again a dick in my mouth. Ever since I sucked Melvyn’s dick, this is what unconsciously I had wanted to do in my whole sexual life but it’s as if I was frightened to admit that sex with a boy was infinitely much better for me than sex with girls. And my hot son was making me replay the hot events I lived with him, but now it was more arousing. The dick I had now in my mouth was my own son’s dick, the cock of a brave sexy boy who had previously dared suck his father’s cock, so I went on sucking and sucking, savouring manhood, much tastier than femininity, and as I was having so much fun, I had to ask him.

-Do you like the way your father is sucking your cock, Calvin?

-I can’t believe how good you’re being, Clarence, and how naturally you’re doing it knowing it is incest.

-It’s incest, my sexy Calvin, but since your father has clearly seen it’s just that what you need, we’ll often have it now. All these years I know I have been missing Melvyn’s tastes but I’m sure you taste much better than him, so I also wanna suck your scrumptious cock over and over again.

-Then it’s a deal, Clarence: we’re gonna suck each other’s cocks after now every day at least once. Now I hope you also like my juice, I’m cuuummming!

And so many years later I was drinking semen again and oh, this is the drink I will need hereinafter.

After his cum, a new voracious kiss and of the same agreement, we continued watching porn with our hands on the other’s dick. But still my bewilderment continued for now Calvin sat on my hard dick and told me.

-And now we’ll do what you never did with Melvyn, so fuck me in the ass, Clarence.

It’s dark, you just hit a wall. Or rather no, it’s elastic, flexible, warm, humid, muscular… A body, a naked body, naked bodies: you are in the middle of a forest of bodies.

Near your skin, a slight movement of air announces a contact: a hand is approaching. She gently touches you, comes closer and caresses you. She runs down your neck, stops for a moment in your hair, ruffles it delicately. Then she grabs them more roughly and pulls your head back. You shiver.

The hand releases its grip, turns back along your neck, pinches you a little, massages your shoulders, then descends along your back, vertebra by vertebra. She slows down as she slides while easing its pressure. She becomes light touch, and stops at this slightly damp spot, where the arch of your butt begins.

She seems to be hesitant about the path to follow. Your shivers increase, your muscles tense. Finally she walk around slowly, getting for a while lost in the middle of these hairs which, far from protecting you, shows her the direction. She grabs your penis. Gentle, back and forth movement.

A mouth replaces her while one hand – another? – is interested in your butt. Fingers enter, an arm bends your head. Everything is speeding up. Obediently, you raise your ass and feel that the fingers have given way to a penis penetrating you. You cum.

Do you see where you are? Already been here? Probably if you’re reading this news… In a darkroom. A black-room or back-room. I like both names: one refers to the blackness of these places, the other to their location. Let’s call it the black-back-room. A BBR.

Do you like the bestiality of the place? In a BBR, no sight, this sense you don’t need: everything is dark, you see nothing, you are blind. While you’re there, also clear your identity, your memories, everything that makes you and relax. Becomes a body, just a body, as in an uterus, an overcrowded uterus where multi-twin is required.

Accept this regression. You are hearing, touch and smell. The taste will come, but in a second step.

Hearing rustling, brushing, slow blows, quickening blows, screams, moans, no words, no voices, just breathing.

Touch: abandon your mind, forget control and let your hand guide itself in this sensory labyrinth, allow it to meet the bodies that are there, to discover their geography, their shape, fat or not, muscular or not, hairy or hairless, big or small, their rhythm.

Smell to give relief to your touch: sniff this skin, its acidity, its moisture. Like the ant, relearn the pheromones of life, train yourself to recognize the scent of each skin.

Yes, a skin because, in a BBR, no one is a person, there is no more brain, even head, just bits of bodies, sex, pieces of skin. So do not be afraid, you are not there either, there’s nothing but anonymous pieces.

Taste finally: the skin you just licked, that sex in your mouth, sweat, lips, …

Let yourself go. Are you scarred? Of you? Of your fantasies? To reveal yourself, to realize that you like wild and anonymous sex? To return to this sexual womb?

Caress or be caressed, sucked or sucked. Your choice. Self-service, cumming in the dark without knowing thanks to whom.

The other is nothing more than the extension of your own desire, amplifying and multiplying it: his hand is your hand, his body is your body, mental splitting.

But his hand is new and undisciplined, his body is unknown and takes unexpected initiatives. As if your imagination took its independence, was imbodied, caressed you, touched you. Masturbation by proxy. The BBR is a temple of disincarnation, of the negation of the other, of self-abandonment.

Difficult for some to let go. Too many barriers in their head, in their body. Forbidden from childhood, forbidden from life, forbidden from society. The dark, the anonymity are blocking, scary, afraid of coming face to face with one’s impulses, of regressing, of becoming animal again.

When leaving a BBR, you are confronting to the body with which you have just played. Impression of reliving the surprises that we bought a long time ago in bakeries without knowing what was inside. As quickly consumed as the surprise, the body found is only a disposable toy, used only once. No interest in understanding who the other is since he does not really exist, has no existence beyond my own desire: he is doomed to be abandoned after enjoyment. At the same time, symmetry since each is also only the pretext for the enjoyment of the other, balance in negation.

Until the next BBR…