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Last summer I can say I was pretty much a man whore. I was on all of the apps, trying to hook up and satisfy that urge and need for male companionship that we all know too well. Let me also state I am a married man of 20 years with 3 beautiful children that I love and adore more than anything in this world. My marriage on the other hand…it was on its last leg and I was mainly in it for the kids until they got older. 

I have always know from my teen years that I was attracted to other guys along with girls. But I was afraid to accept that part of me. I had pushed it deep deep deep down and never did anything minus the occasional teen boy jerk off with his buddies that never amounted to more than teen hormones and racing to get off the fastest. 
It wasn’t until after I was married and had children that these feelings and thoughts started to creep back in and as hard as I tried to keep them at bay and suppress them, the more they would come. And keep on coming. 

Finally about 6 years ago I decided it was time to explore and see for fact if I indeed would enjoy the company of another man and set out to have the experience that I apparently craved so much. 

I was on a work trip for a few days. Alone in a hotel room. And I don’t know why but they always seem to make you extra horny…knowing what goes on in there. Anyway…long story short I had my first full experience and to say I was hooked was an understatement. 

So for the following years after that trip I would occasionally, when the time allowed would meet other guys, mostly other fellow married men that were in the same situation as myself and help each other out.  
So that brings me to last summer and to now. Now I am feeling broken hearted and don’t know what to do because for the first time in my life when it comes to other guys…I let someone in. I let someone in past my high protective walls that I had always built up for myself and I don’t regret one single minute of it. 

I was on the apps last summer late at night while everyone in the house was of course asleep. I got a message from someone that peaked my interest and we started talking. We both ended up being horny and agreed to meet up that night. We met up and he gave me one of the best blowjobs I had ever received. We agreed to keep in touch after that night but as soon as I had done that my paranoia had gotten the best of me and I blocked him and deleted my accounts. 
I then was good and I mean gooood for months I didn’t meet anyone. I was the model husband and father. But slowly once again…the thoughts and desires crept back on in. I know what some people want to say now…like just come out already and live your life…I wish it was that easy and as most of you know it never is. So here I was one day a few months ago home on lunch and the urge struck and this time it was too strong to resist. So back on the app I went…and within ten minute or so…I found my buddy from a few months back that I freaked out on and disappeared on. 

We started talking and this time I was not turning back. I told him I’d meet him at his place in 15 minutes and proceeded to hide my locations so no one could know where I was at and went over. 

To say that that day was one of the best times I ever had was an understatement. I walked in and the attraction like I had never felt before was instant. I could not put my finger on it but I knew something was different I knew that if I allowed myself I would feel things for this man that I had never felt for another man in my life. We started making out and we sucked each other off for thirty minutes back and forth and we had our hands roaming all over and feeling every muscle, scar and stand of hair on our bodies. We then moved to the bed and there was the first time I ever made “love” to another man. Another hour passed by and when we were done, I had started to cry, I knew that if I let him in I would fall and fall hard, we comforted each other and cuddled then I had to leave. 

And boy did I fall HARD. 

I walked out of his place and I knew that something inside of me was never going to be the same. 

We slowly started taking every day and I mean all day every day. I for the first time in years felt seen and felt heard and felt joy in my life. And it was because of this man…a man that I never had thought of at a point in my life could bring me all these feelings…and I was happy again. 
But…being the married man I am and he being single…I knew that one day it was going to come to an end. But I didn’t care. I loved the way he spoke to me and made me feel. Things my wife never had said to me over the 20 years we’ve been together. 
So over the course of 136 days…I had one of the best times of my life. We met up when we could. We both worked crazy hours and had kids and lives outside of each other. We talked about dreams and things and places we wanted to go and encouraged each other to be the best versions of our selves we could. And every time we saw each other. It was the best sex I had ever had. The way we connected and felt each other and how I totally let everything fall to the side and show myself and…let me be…me. I loved the way he felt, hugging me, kissing me, sucking my dick and fucking me where I writhed around on the bed every time in ecstasy…oh it was so amazing. I had never known that you could be this happy and connected. 

The last time we “saw” one another it was hands down the best sex we had ever had….I was so into him I was riding him and came hands free. We showered together we made out and just had a good time. 
That was day 126.

A few days later…day 136…I had found out that he had met someone…someone real that he could be seen with….someone he could fully be with…

Someone he wasn’t their secret with. 

And I was devastated and still am truthfully. 
I literally felt like someone ripped my guts out with their bare hands and threw them away. I knew that this thing we had wasn’t going to last but for some strange reason in my head I thought it would. I actually had started to see myself with him. Had started to see that I could possibly in my own terms come out in however way I wanted and be free and he would be there…standing next to me. 

But that all came crashing down on day 136. 
I realized something that day…no one and I mean no one else can make you happy besides yourself. You have to be the one to create your own happiness and you can’t rely on anyone else for that. Do I fault him for finding someone else? Not at all. I’m extremely happy for him. He’s an amazing guy that deserves to be the happiest he can be even if it’s not with me. I still want to be his friend because after all of this he helped me see everything I stated above. 
I just…it hurts and I know I’m going to be ok…it may not be today or tomorrow. But someday I will be ok. Someday I will be able to live my complete truth…whatever it is that may be. 

And how do I know that?
I have it all to thanks to those extremely wonderful and painful….136 days.

And eventually…I did find happiness and 3 years later the two of us are still great friends. 

I like a man who has a hairy body, who is between 35 and 55, who has a cut dick and who is versatile in bed. Am I asking for too much? I don’t think so because I know that many gay guys can tick each box or meet each of these criteria. The problem is that we may not live in the same city, country or continent. The eternal distance barrier!

The men I have met in the past decade were all members of the dating site Silver Daddies. Many guys like to have fun with someone who is ten, twenty or even 30 years older than themselves. I have also cruised on Facebook, leaving comments on pics posted by Boys to Man, Gay Bareback, Men in Denim, Les mâles poilus (Hairy dudes), Men who Love Lycra, Vis ta vie gayment (Live your life gayly), Men Nipples Pecs and Abs. I created two web pages—Man to Man Pleasure and Jock gai—that trigger many likes and a few comments.

I spend at least six hours a day roaming on gay Facebook platforms. My comments can be short and direct, like “Kiss kiss, sniff sniff” when I see a cute guy with hairy armpits. They can have a hint of what I like the most in gay sex, like “Please sit on my face” when I see the firm ass of a cowboy in a hay stack. Sometimes, I post a play on words: if I see a man from behind looking at a horse, I will write: “Some see a horse, I only see an ass” (the word ass can mean butt and also donkey).

I have been banned from Facebook on many occasions for comments or pics that were considered overtly sexual. Facebook definitely hires too many homophobic employees. I have challenged their decision and have won on rare occasions. I was recently “put in jail” for trying to post a pic showing two men in tight faded blue jeans facing each other on a sofa and pressing their leather boot on each other’s huge bulging crotch.

Guys often send me invitations to include them as Friends. I check their profile and usually comply with their request. We obviously have similar interests, fetishes or fantasies. This is how I met Richard, a 47-year-old American. Here is how he started the conversation with a simple word:
“Hey.”
“Hello from Toronto. I like hairy men. I love to sniff their sweaty armpits and lick their fury ass crack.
“Oh, really? Well, that’s definitely a unique preference.”

He then sent a close-up pic of himself: sparkling brown eyes, thick dark beard, broad shoulders, hairy chest. I was immediately seduced and wrote:
“Kiss kiss, sniff sniff. Are you gay, out, and single like me?”
“Oh! I’m a single gay man and I am a Top (Active).”
“Are you cut like me?
“Well, I guess you’ll have to wait and find out, won’t you?”
“I’ll show you my tight ass hole if you show me your hairy butt.”
“Well now, that’s quite the proposition you’ve got there.”

I’m in for more than a butt shot. Richard posts a short video where he shakes his firm ass, turns around and starts playing with his 9-inch towering dick above tight balls. After having shown him my tight hairy ass hole, I immediately reply:

“Holy Fuck! I want to eat your ass and suck you dry! Your body is awesome and so arousing.”
“Whoa, that’s quite the direct approach, I love it. I won’t lie, the thought of that is very enticing.”
“I like kissing ass hole and lips, back & forth, so fucking tasty. I also like to chew hairy balls.”
“Well, thank you, Paul. I’m glad you appreciate my body.”
“You are well-hung, have a super ass, you must fuck guys left & right. I worship your Virility!
“Well, I can’t deny that I’ve been blessed in a certain department.”
“Do you like to wear a jockstrap, my number one fetish?”
“A jockstrap, huh? Well, I’m not one to shy away from trying something new. If it turns you on, I’d be happy to wear one. But let me ask you something, dear: what is it about a man’s hairy body that you find so appealing?”
“It’s a symbol of Virility. I like macho men. I hate guys who wear feminine clothes. Hairy armpits and ass cracks make it smelly, so fucking intoxicating!”
“Oh, I see. So, you’re into those good old-fashioned masculine qualities, eh? Can’t say I blame you. There’s something about a man who exudes strength and confidence that is undeniably attractive.”

During another exchange, the next day, I tell Richard that I have been attracted to men all my life, that I have never seen a naked woman, that I am not interested in that. I want to taste manly lips, sniff hairy armpits, suck a cut dick, tongue-twist my way deep inside a clean masculine shit hole to make my partner moan with pleasure! He replies frankly:
“Well, you certainly have a way with words, don’t you? And it sounds like you know exactly what you want.”
“I’m an author. French is my first language (51 books) but I have also written over 220 porn stories in English for Gay Demon. It’s a hobby, a way of having sex. I often include rimming, jockstrap, tight faded blue jeans, leather boots, and interracial fun in my scenarios.” I give him the link to my stories.
“220 pornographic stories, huh? I guess you do know a thing or two about writing.”

He knows, for sure, a thing or two about seducing a man like me. It is obvious from now on that we are meant to bond. I mention to Richard how I feel comfortable with him, how I appreciate the fact that he did not hesitate to share intimate photos-videos. I am not well-endowed but I send a pic of my small cut weiner. His reply is generous: “I’m glad you feel comfortable with me, dear. And there’s no need to worry about the intimate pics and videos either. I’m happy to share. And as for your tiny cock, I bet it is very yummy.”

After dinner, I send a short message to say that I just ate a salad. What I would have preferred is Richard’s sausage, his beef cake, and his rosebud for dessert. Before going to bed, I write to say how I dream about hugging, caressing and kissing the one I now call Dick. He immediately answers to say how he’d love nothing more than to wrap me in his arms, feel my touch, and taste my lips. He calls me Love.
“Dick, I write, your virility arouses me 200%. Your presence would be so rewarding for both of us.”
“I can’t deny the truth in that. Your words make me feel all kinds of things, Love. The thought of being with you makes my heart race and my heart ache for you, too.”
“You are a sweet, tender, caring man; you make me feel so damn good. You have no idea, sweet Dick, how much you energize me!”
“And you have no idea how you make me feel, either. I want to taste all of you—from your lips to your ass hole. I even want to savor your soul.”

On that note, Dick sends me a short video where is cock is bouncing up and down. It seems to have grown an extra inch. I desperately want to suck his rod. I eagerly want to pump his man juice. I dream of having him shoot a full load down my throat and taste his creamy jizz. I doze off for a few hours, then wake up around 2 am. The place for Dick in my queen size bed is obviously vacant; I put 2 pillows that I can hug, thinking of the gorgeous manly American whom I have just met. I try to go back to sleep but keep thinking of how we would cuddle, caress, kiss, taste each other, and bond firmly, lovingly. We haven’t met face to face, and I already miss him so much.

I’m up at 5:45 am. I glance through the pics on Richard’s Facebook page. The one I like the most shows him wearing a sport jacket and a white shirt. I see a glimpse of his hairy chest. His beard is trimmed and he looks so elegant. He has the solid torso of a protective man. I send him an early message: “Hello, my sweet Dick! You are the hottest guy I have ever met on Facebook. I will start to write our story for Gay Demon today, will keep you posted. Warm hug, wet kisses all over, especially in your divine hole!” I get a reply in less than two minutes: “Hey, you wild thing! You sure know how to get a guy blushing—Facebook’s never been hotter! I’m flattered and very curious about this story you will craft. You have such a hot way with words. I can’t wait to read how you will tell our tale. Sending back a warm hug, deep kisses, and a few teasing bites!”

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

My name is Matt. My life has been pretty predictable so far: gym, work, sometimes dates that ended faster than nightfall. But that day, something inside me stirred, as if the world had pressed “pause” and allowed me to see everything from a different perspective.

I was browsing through the classifieds. Not out of boredom—I was looking for a job. I searched for “modeling,” “art,” “short assignments.” I knew I was attractive—no false modesty there. My body was the result of years of regular training: a six-pack carved like a ruler, broad shoulders, a muscular chest that girls liked to touch as if by accident, and guys from the gym looked at me with slight admiration. I got the most compliments for my butt – “perfect,” people often said.

Then I came across this ad.

“Looking for a male model for an artistic nude. Professional painting project. Sessions take place in a private studio. Openness and good physical condition required. Very good pay. All boundaries and respect will be maintained. – Jason R.”

There was no photo. There weren’t even many details. But something about those words… was different. Unpretentious. As if it had been written by someone who really loved what they did. Someone who was looking for more than just a body to paint. I thought, *What if this is a real artist?* Images of light streaming through tall windows, the smell of paint, the smooth sound of a brush gliding across canvas popped into my head.

Jason. I didn’t even know his face. But I already felt that I had to meet him.

I replied immediately. Without thinking. I added a photo of myself — from vacation, wearing only shorts, standing in front of the sea. I was well lit, my stomach was tight, and I had a slightly cheeky smile.

The reply came faster than I expected.

“Matt — thank you for your application. Your appearance is exactly what I’m looking for. If you’re ready, come to my studio tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. The address is below. Jason.”

I paused for a moment, staring at the screen. Something inside me stirred—that thrill I hadn’t felt in a long time. It wasn’t just a job. It was like an invitation into someone’s world. I closed my laptop. I looked at my reflection in the dark screen.

*Tomorrow. Ten o’clock. Jason.*

Did I have any expectations? No. But I felt that this was the beginning of something that would not end with just a picture.

I felt a bit like I was in a movie as I walked to the address. It was morning, but the air smelled like late afternoon — warm, heavy, slightly humid. The studio was located in a renovated townhouse on the outskirts of the city center, in a place where cafes mingled with galleries and the streets knew more artists than accountants.

I entered through the gate, crossed the courtyard, and knocked on the frosted glass door. The door opened almost immediately.

Him.

Jason.

He stood in the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand, wearing dark, well-fitting pants and a white T-shirt that outlined his broad shoulders and strong arms. He was about 35, maybe a little older, but with a face you couldn’t stop looking at. His features were sharp and masculine, his beard thick and neatly trimmed. His black hair was slightly wavy, and his chest—though covered—betrayed exactly what I would later see: muscular, slightly hairy, well-groomed.

“Matt?” he asked in a low, calm voice.

“Yes.” I smiled, though I felt my heart beating faster.

“Great, come in, make yourself comfortable. Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee sounds good.”

His studio was like something out of a catalog. A large, open room with tall windows that let in diffused light. Canvases stood against the walls — some finished, others in progress. Everything smelled of wood, paint, time. I felt like I was inside someone’s secret.

Jason handed me a mug and pointed to a leather sofa. I sat down.

His gaze lingered for a moment on my chest, on my shoulders. I could feel him assessing me. It was as if he wasn’t just looking, but undressing me with his eyes.

“Thank you. That’s nice. I’m a little nervous, to be honest.”

“That’s natural.” He moved closer, his scent warm and woodsy. ‘Working with me is nothing to be afraid of. It will be art. And… intimacy. But without coercion.”

I put down the mug. My heart was pounding. ’Intimacy?”

“Nudity,” he said quietly but without hesitation. ‘Nudity is more than just the absence of clothing. It’s a way of revealing the truth. Yours. Mine. And what will develop between us.”

Between us.

The phrase struck me like a shadow and light at the same time.

“I can show you how I work,’ he said. “But I don’t want to start until you feel comfortable.”

I nodded.

“Do you think I’ll be any good?”

Jason took a step closer. He was standing right in front of me now. His eyes—dark, focused—were looking straight into mine. I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“You’re perfect,” he said. ‘Your body is a line you want to draw. But more than your body… I’m interested in what’s behind it.”

I blinked. ’What do you mean?”

“The space between touch and gaze. Between desire and control. What you don’t say, but what comes out of you anyway when you’re naked and someone sees you.”

We fell silent for a moment. The air thickened. Jason moved first.

“Come on. I’ll show you where we’ll be working.”

He led me behind a screen, where there was a soft mattress lying on a canvas base. Next to it was a table with water, a towel, and bottles of oil.

“I always start with a conversation, but later… the most important thing is that you be yourself. You don’t have to undress right away. But when you’re ready, let me know.”

I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t find the words. Jason looked at me with a smile. A calm smile. But there was fire in his eyes. As if he could already see what I was about to discover.

I don’t know if I was more curious or nervous. Jason brought a set of brushes from the back room, prepared an easel, and positioned it at the right angle to the light coming in through the upper windows. Everything was precise, calm. Professional.

And yet there was something more in the air. Something that made every second as thick as the silence before touch.

“Ready?“ he asked, not looking at me, but mixing paints on his palette.

“Yes.” My voice sounded lower than usual.

I slowly took off my T-shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Jason glanced at me for a second. He didn’t comment. He didn’t have to. I could see in his eyes that he saw everything. Then I slid off my pants and my underwear, standing completely naked in the warm morning light.

I sat down on the prepared mattress, leaning slightly to one side, as he had instructed me earlier.

Jason came closer. He was calm. Confident. And then he said:

“Before we start… I’d like to prepare you. The skin looks better when it’s oiled. And… it helps relax the muscles.”

He handed me a bottle of oil, but I didn’t take it. Instead, I looked him in the eyes. I was silent, but my gaze said it all: *if you want to, do it yourself.*

He just smiled with the corner of his mouth. He opened the bottle, poured a few drops onto his hands, and warmed them up for a moment by rubbing them together. Then he knelt down next to me and slowly, without rushing, placed his hands on my shoulders.

I shivered.

“Too cold?” he asked quietly.

“No… it’s fine.”

He spread the oil with such care, as if he knew every muscle fiber in my body. His hands were large, warm, confident. He massaged it into my shoulders, neck, then moved lower—to my back. When he moved his hands over my shoulder blades, he held them there for a moment, as if examining the structure beneath his fingers.

I held my breath.

“You’re in amazing shape,” he said finally. ”Not just strength. There’s something soft beneath the surface. And I want to capture that.”

He moved to the front. I looked up at him as he knelt in front of me. He wrapped his hands around my torso, spreading the oil across my chest. His touch was technical, but personal at the same time. His fingers slid between my muscles, leaving a trail of warmth.

As he spread the oil on my stomach, his fingers lingered for a moment on the edge of my hips. He looked into my eyes for a moment. He knew I could feel how close his hand was. But he hadn’t crossed that line yet.

Not yet.

“Turn slightly,” he said softly.

I did. His hands moved lower—down my thighs, over my buttocks. Firmly, but not hurriedly. Each stroke was like a silent comment. To my body. To its reaction. To the tension that was clearly growing in the air.

He paused for a moment.

“Ready?”

I opened my eyes. When he said that word, it had a double meaning. And I knew we both understood it.

“Yes.”

Jason took a few steps back and picked up the palette. He painted in silence. Every now and then he would come over to correct my position — a slight shift of the shoulder, a minor adjustment of the hip. But his touch — every time he corrected me — seemed to last a second longer than necessary.

Jason put down the palette and came closer. He looked me in the eyes and said,

“To make you feel more comfortable… I’ll get undressed too. Trust works both ways, Matt.”

I froze for a second, surprised. And excited.

Jason reached for the buttons of his linen shirt and began to unbutton them slowly. One by one. A broad, muscular chest emerged from beneath the fabric. Covered with an even layer of dark hair — not excessive, well-groomed. A man who knew how to look wild and elegant at the same time.

His stomach was flat, hard, with a slight outline of muscles. When he slid down his pants and was left in only black briefs, I could see every detail — from the shape of his hips to his strong thighs to how naturally confident he was in his body.

“Everything okay?” he asked, noticing my gaze lingering on his figure for a moment.

I snapped out of it and quickly raised my head.

“Yes. It’s just… you know. I wasn’t expecting this. You look…”

I hesitated.

“…damn good.”

Jason just smiled slightly, as if he’d heard it before, but coming from me, it sounded different.

Time stopped.

I didn’t know how many minutes had passed. Maybe half an hour. Maybe an hour. But every second seemed longer because it was saturated with something dense, warm, unspeakable. I sat motionless, just as Jason wanted, but my whole body was pulsing under his gaze. And his touch.

Because Jason wasn’t just painting. He was… reading me. Judging me. And touching me. Every time he “corrected” something, his hands lingered on my skin a little too long. He ran his fingers over my shoulder, my thigh, sometimes my neck, pretending it was just to adjust my position. But I could feel it was more than that.

With every touch, his hand became less “technical” and more… personal.

“Hold on a moment,” he said quietly, approaching me with his palette and coming so close that his body was almost touching mine.

I could feel his breath on my neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his chest rising rhythmically. He was close. Too close.

And then it happened — Jason slid down his briefs and stood completely naked. Without a word. Just like that. In full light, without a hint of shame.

I looked. And I couldn’t look away.

He was beautiful. Strong. Confident. His body was like marble — not overly sculpted, but masculine, firm. His skin was slightly tanned and taut. His pubic hair was dark and thick. His penis — calm but clearly present — was not hidden, but not on display either. It was simply part of his… whole.

Jason noticed my gaze. He didn’t say anything. He just smiled slightly. But there was something new in his eyes.

Hunger.

That was the moment I knew for sure: he liked me. Not just as a model. Not just as a body to paint. As a man. As someone he wanted.

“I’ll help you fix your hip,” he said, coming closer. His fingers wrapped around my waist, sliding down the line of my pelvis. They paused for a moment at the back, on my buttock, and pressed lightly, as if checking to see if the muscles were tense.

They were. Every cell in my body was tense. I was trembling slightly. Not from the cold. From the awareness that something was happening.

“Breathe,” he whispered. ”With your whole body.”

I couldn’t. I was only breathing with half my lungs. The other half was occupied with thoughts of him. Of how he looked. How he smelled. How I felt his skin on mine when, accidentally — or maybe not so accidentally — his hips brushed against my back as he walked behind me.

“Look at me,“ he said suddenly.

I turned my head. Our eyes met. And they didn’t move.

“Do you see that?” he asked quietly, almost in a whisper.

“What?”

“How much I want you.”

I trembled. This wasn’t a game. He wasn’t pretending. He was naked, just like me, and his gaze said more than any words could. He ran his fingers over my chest, then lower, over my stomach. He stopped just above my pubic bone. There was tension in him. Control. And desire.

He didn’t touch me there. Not yet. But I felt that every brush stroke, every glance, every touch would lead to just that.

“I paint because I want to freeze you in time,” he said, returning to the easel. ”But I want you to stay inside me too.”

I leaned on my forearms. My breathing was rapid. My erection was obvious. I didn’t try to hide it. Not anymore. Neither did he.

“Jason…”

“Yes, Matt?”

“This isn’t just posing anymore, is it?”

His lips curled slightly into a half-smile.

“No. And we both know it.”

And then he came back. This time not with paint. With a towel. He knelt in front of me, spread it on the canvas, and then… he just hugged me. Body to body. Skin to skin. Both naked, sweaty from emotion and light.

We didn’t kiss. Not yet.

But everything inside me screamed that we were a millimeter away from crossing that final line. And that there would be no turning back.

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The late afternoon sun casts a warm, golden glow over the parking lot, its light streaming through your car’s windshield and bathing the interior in a soft, intimate haze. You’re seated in the driver’s seat, the door closed, the window rolled all the way down, letting a crisp autumn breeze tease your flushed skin. Your heart thrums with a nervous, thrilling anticipation, a secret desire pulsing through you. You’re dressed exactly as you envisioned: light grey sweatpants, soft and snug, with the waistband rolled down twice to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of the pink cotton PJ boxers underneath. The pink drawstring dangles prominently over the front, swaying faintly as you shift in your seat. Your black non-zipper hoodie is slightly cropped, exposing a sliver of your midriff when you lean back, and your white Nike ankle socks hug your feet, making you feel adorably sporty yet deliciously vulnerable. You’re deep in your hidden persona—a shy, naughty little sporty girl, craving to explore the desires simmering inside.

Before anyone approached, you indulged in a daring act, slipping your fingers beneath the waistband to pull your sissy clitty free from the right leg of the pink PJ boxers. It rests against your thigh, hidden beneath the sweatpants but sending a constant throb of arousal through you, the fabric brushing against it with every movement. Your right hand hovers nearby, itching to touch, as you glance out the open window, the quiet parking lot stretching out before you. The leather seat beneath you is cool, grounding you as your pulse quickens, the car’s intimate interior amplifying every sensation.

You’re lost in thought when you notice him—a scruffy older man, maybe in his late fifties, wearing a weathered jacket and a warm, unassuming smile. He’s walking through the lot, his eyes catching yours as he notices your sporty outfit. He pauses a few feet away, then steps closer, casually leaning against your car door, one arm resting on the frame, his body relaxed but close enough that you can smell the faint musk of his cologne. “Nice day to be out here, huh?” he says, his voice low and gravelly, perfectly ordinary. “Good spot to just sit and watch the world go by.”

You bite your lip, a rush of shyness tinged with excitement washing over you. Your sissy clitty twitches beneath the sweatpants, and you shift slightly, the fabric grazing it, sending a spark of arousal through you. “Y-yeah, it’s… nice,” you murmur, your voice soft and quivering, as your right hand moves to the front of your sweatpants. You touch yourself lightly, just a graze through the fabric, the contact subtle but electric. The pink drawstring sways, a visual reminder of your naughty secret, and you feel a flush creeping up your cheeks.

He nods, oblivious to your inner turmoil, and settles into easy, everyday conversation. “I come here a lot, y’know. Close to the shops, good place to park. You from around here?” His tone is neighborly, and he rambles about the local hardware store, a project he’s working on, the best coffee shop in town. His eyes, though, start to wander, flicking to your lap more often than your face, lingering on the pink drawstring, the rolled-down waistband, the way your hands rest there. The conversation stretches on—10 minutes, 20, 30—mundane and endless, about weather, local parks, his dog’s antics, but his stares grow bolder, more focused on your lap, and it makes your heart pound, your arousal spiking.

Your right hand brushes against the sweatpants again, lightly tracing the outline of your sissy clitty through the fabric. A small bead of precum leaks out, soaking into the pink boxers and leaving a faint wet spot on the grey sweatpants, barely noticeable but thrillingly real. “I… live nearby,” you stammer, your voice quivering. “Just… like to sit here sometimes.” A soft, involuntary moan escapes your lips, so quiet it’s nearly lost in the breeze, but his eyes flicker to you, a brief pause before he continues, his gaze now locked more on your lap than your face.

“Looks like someone’s walkin’ their dog over there,” he says casually, nodding toward the far end of the lot where a man with a labrador is passing by. “Folks always out this time of day.” His voice is steady, but his eyes don’t leave your lap, and the mention of passersby sends a jolt of risky excitement through you, making your sissy clitty throb. Another bead of precum leaks out, the wet spot growing slightly larger, a faint darken against the grey fabric.

As the conversation nears 40 minutes, still relentlessly ordinary—now he’s talking about a farmers’ market, the price of apples, a recipe for pie—your daring grows. You feel riskier, sluttier, the naughty little girl inside you taking over. Your right hand, trembling with anticipation, begins to slide farther inside your sweatpants, inch by inch, until your wrist rests at the waistband, your fingers brushing past the pink boxers to touch your sissy clitty directly. The contact is electric, slick with precum, and you start to rub yourself very slowly, taking your time, savoring every deliberate stroke. Your left hand rests on your lap, fingers splayed casually, as if to shield your right hand’s movements, though the open window and his proximity make you feel thrillingly exposed.

“Car just pulled in over there,” he mentions, glancing briefly at a pickup truck parking a few spaces away before his eyes return to your lap, more blatant now, watching the subtle movements beneath the sweatpants. “Busy day out here.” He doesn’t acknowledge what you’re doing, but his stare is intense, and it fuels your arousal, making you feel dirtier, more brazen.

Your right hand moves slowly, rubbing your sissy clitty with measured, teasing strokes, the precum making everything slick and sensitive. You increase the speed gradually, each movement more deliberate, the sensation building like a slow-burning fire. The wet spot on the sweatpants is more noticeable now, a small but distinct patch, and the knowledge that he’s staring, that he might see it, makes you feel sluttier by the minute. Your left hand shifts slightly, fingers twitching as if to cover more, but it’s a half-hearted gesture, your arousal outweighing your shyness. Another soft moan slips out, louder this time, and he pauses mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he picks up the thread, talking about a hardware store sale, his voice unchanged.

“You cook much?” he asks, still leaning against the car door, his arm brushing the frame, his gaze fixed on your lap, on the pink drawstring, the faint wet spot, the way your left hand doesn’t quite hide the subtle movements beneath. “I’m no chef, but I make a mean stew.” His words are ordinary, but his stare is unrelenting, and it’s driving you wild, the contrast between his casual chatter and your secret, filthy actions pushing you closer to the edge.

Your right hand speeds up, still hidden beneath the sweatpants, rubbing your sissy clitty with more purpose, the precum leaking steadily, the wet spot spreading. The car’s interior amplifies every sound—the creak of the leather seat, the rustle of your sweatpants, the soft gasps you can’t suppress. You feel so risky, so slutty, the thrill of being watched, of doing this while he leans against your car, chatting about nothing, sending you spiraling. “I… don’t cook much,” you murmur, your voice quivering with arousal, another moan escaping as your fingers find the perfect rhythm.

“Dog walker’s back,” he says, glancing briefly at the same man circling the lot, but his eyes snap back to your lap, his stare unrelenting. Then, casually, as if it’s the most natural thing, he lets one hand slide slowly through the open window, resting it just inside the car, his fingers brushing the edge of the frame. The gesture is subtle, non-threatening, but it sends a surge of electricity through you, your sissy clitty throbbing at the invasion of your space. You recline back even further, the seat cradling you, your hoodie riding up to expose more of your midriff, the breeze teasing your skin. Your left hand, trembling, drops to your side, resting limply against the seat, leaving your right hand’s movements—still beneath the sweatpants but now clearly visible—fully exposed to his gaze.

His eyes lock onto your lap, watching the unmistakable motion of your right hand, the way the sweatpants shift, the pink drawstring swaying, the wet spot darkening. He doesn’t say anything about it, just keeps talking, his voice steady. “Gets busy this time of day, don’t it? Another car’s pullin’ in now.” But his stare is intense, almost hypnotic, and it pushes you to the brink, your arousal peaking at the thought of being so brazen, so slutty, with his hand inside your window, his eyes on your every move.

Your right hand moves faster, the strokes more insistent, coaxing more precum, the wet spot a clear mark of your naughty daring. The orgasm is so close, a tidal wave gathering deep inside, fueled by his mundane chatter, his invasive hand, the passing cars and dog walkers, and the thrill of being completely exposed to his gaze.

His hand slides slowly through the open window, resting just inside the car, his fingers brushing the edge of the frame with a casual ease that sends a surge of electricity through you. Your sissy clitty throbs beneath the sweatpants, slick with precum, as your right hand continues its slow, deliberate strokes, now clearly visible since your left hand has dropped limply to your side. You recline further into the leather seat, the cool material cradling your trembling body, your black non-zipper hoodie riding up to expose more of your midriff. The autumn breeze teases your skin, heightening your awareness of every sensation—the rustle of your light grey sweatpants, the sway of the pink drawstring, the damp patch of precum darkening the fabric. His eyes are locked on your lap, watching the subtle but unmistakable movements of your right hand, the wet spot, the rolled-down waistband revealing a hint of your pink PJ boxers. Your heart pounds, the thrill of being so exposed, so slutty, making you feel riskier by the minute.

He keeps talking, his voice steady and ordinary, as if nothing unusual is happening. “Gets busy this time of day, don’t it? Another car’s pullin’ in now,” he says, glancing briefly at a minivan parking a few spaces away before his gaze snaps back to your lap, more intense than ever. “Folks out walkin’ their dogs, too.” The mention of passersby sends a jolt of excitement through you, amplifying the forbidden thrill of your actions. Your right hand speeds up slightly, rubbing your sissy clitty with more purpose, the precum leaking steadily, the wet spot growing into a clear, dark mark against the grey sweatpants. A soft moan escapes your lips, louder than before, and his eyes narrow slightly, but he doesn’t break the flow of his chatter, now talking about a local diner he likes, the best burger in town.

His hand, still resting inside the window, shifts slightly, his fingers inching closer to you, hovering just above the edge of your seat. The gesture is subtle, almost hesitant, but it feels like a line being crossed, and it makes your breath catch, your sissy clitty throbbing under your touch. You feel so naughty, so slutty, and the urge to push this further, to let go of your shyness, grows overwhelming. Your eyes flick to his hand, then back to his face, and in a moment of daring, you shift your hips slightly, angling your lap closer to him, a silent invitation. His gaze flicks up to meet yours, a flicker of understanding in his eyes, but he keeps talking, his voice unchanged. “That diner’s got good coffee, too. You a coffee drinker?”

Your right hand slows, still rubbing beneath the sweatpants, as you muster the courage to take the next step. “Y-yeah,” you murmur, your voice quivering with arousal, “I… like coffee.” Then, with a trembling breath, you nod almost imperceptibly, your eyes darting to his hand. He pauses, his chatter faltering for the first time, and then, slowly, deliberately, he lets his hand move lower, his fingers brushing the front of your sweatpants, just above the pink drawstring. The contact is light, tentative, but it sends a shockwave through you, your sissy clitty pulsing under your own touch. You freeze, your right hand still beneath the sweatpants, as his fingers rest there, warm and firm against the fabric.

“Another dog walker’s out there,” he says casually, his eyes still on your lap, watching both his hand and the movements beneath the sweatpants. “Black lab, looks like.” His voice is calm, but his fingers begin to move, rubbing slowly, tracing the outline of your lap through the sweatpants, the pressure amplifying the sensation of your own strokes. The contrast between his mundane words and the brazen act is dizzying, making you feel riskier, sluttier, as you lean back further, your body sinking into the seat, your left hand limp at your side, offering no resistance.

His rubbing grows more deliberate, his fingers pressing against the sweatpants, grazing the wet spot, the pink drawstring swaying with each movement. Your right hand matches his rhythm, rubbing your sissy clitty faster now, the combined sensations—his touch through the fabric, your own beneath—pushing you closer to the edge. The wet spot spreads, a clear testament to your arousal, and you feel so exposed, so naughty, with his hand on you, his eyes fixed on your lap, the open window letting the world pass by. “Car’s leavin’ now,” he mentions, his tone still casual, but his fingers press harder, rubbing in slow, firm circles, exploring the damp fabric, the outline of your arousal.

You moan again, softer but unmistakable, and he doesn’t pause this time, his hand moving with more confidence, rubbing the sweatpants in a steady rhythm that sends waves of pleasure through you. The conversation continues, relentless in its ordinariness—he’s talking about a hardware store sale, something about tools—but his touch is anything but ordinary, each stroke fueling your sense of sluttiness, your desire to be seen, to be touched. Your right hand speeds up, slick with precum, the sweatpants shifting slightly with each movement, the pink boxers bunched to the side beneath. The orgasm is building, a slow, relentless wave, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge, every nerve alight with the thrill of this moment.

After what feels like an eternity of rubbing—his hand firm and insistent, your own strokes matching his pace—he pauses, his fingers lingering on the waistband of your sweatpants. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment, a silent question, and you don’t look away, your breath hitching, your body trembling with need. Then, slowly, he hooks his fingers under the rolled-down waistband, tugging gently at first, then with more purpose. The sweatpants slide down, inch by inch, revealing the pink PJ boxers fully, the fabric bunched around your sissy clitty, your right hand still moving, now completely exposed to his gaze. The cool air hits your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat of your arousal, and the wet spot on the sweatpants, now pulled down to your thighs, is undeniable, a badge of your naughty daring.

“Another car’s pullin’ in,” he says, his voice low but steady, his eyes never leaving your lap, watching your right hand, the exposed boxers, the glistening evidence of your arousal. His hand hovers near the boxers, not touching now, but the act of tugging down your sweatpants feels like a claim, a moment of connection that pushes you over the edge. Your right hand moves faster, desperate now, and with a soft, shuddering whimper, you tip into orgasm. The pleasure crashes through you, slow and powerful, waves radiating from your sissy clitty, making your thighs quake and your vision blur. Your hand slows but doesn’t stop, drawing out every pulse, every shiver, as you sink back into the seat, your body humming with satisfaction, the sweatpants pooled around your thighs, the pink drawstring dangling like a cheeky reminder of your rebellion.

He pauses, his hand withdrawing slightly but still resting inside the window, his smile friendly but tinged with something knowing. “You alright there? Look a bit warm,” he says, his eyes lingering on your exposed lap, the wet spot, the boxers, before flicking up to your flushed face. He doesn’t mention what just happened, but the weight of his stare says enough, and it makes you flush deeper, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

“Y-yeah,” you murmur, your voice barely audible, as you reach down to tug your sweatpants back up, your fingers brushing the pink drawstring. “Just… enjoyin’ the day.” The car feels like a cocoon, a perfect space for this fantasy, and you feel alive, fulfilled, every nerve singing with the thrill of having embraced your naughty, slutty side.

He nods, slowly pulling his hand back through the window and straightening up. “Well, take care, sporty girl. Maybe see ya around.” With a final grin, he walks off, leaving you in the quiet of the parking lot, the sun dipping lower, the moment yours to savor.

I finally went home the following morning and took a long hot shower before collapsing on my bed totally exhausted from my ordeal. I slept until around 2 in the afternoon. I got up and had something to eat. As I was eating I heard my phone ding. I looked at the message and it was a picture of me being fucked at both ends by the girls. Then another one of me taking Tim’s big cock and seemingly enjoying it.

The third message simply said, “You’re ours now queer boy”. I just looked at them and cringed. I knew I would do whatever they wanted now since I obviously didn’t want it to get around that I was sucking and fucking cocks.

It was a couple of days later when I got a message from Tim. He told me to leave my front door open and be naked with my ass up in an hour, he was coming over to fuck me. I groaned out loud but did as he told me.

I heard the Tim coming up the stairs telling me I better be ready for him. I was ready. As he walked into my bedroom he told me to hold my ass open for him as he didn’t have much time. I heard him undressing then felt him on the bed behind me.

I felt him lube my hole telling me how he was going to fuck me hard and breed me. Then I felt his cock enter my hole. Tell me what you want, cock sucker he said. I whispered I want you to fuck me Sir. Louder he said so I said it louder this time and he thrust his entire cock balls deep. I screamed as it filled me.

That’s right cum slut, yell so the entire neighborhood can hear you. I left the door open, maybe the girls will hear us and join in before I am done with your ass. You would like that wouldn’t you?

He began pounding my ass and telling me to take all of him since I wanted to be fucked by him now. You’re not so homophobic now are you slut? You like being my cum dump don’t you? I want to hear you shout out loud what you are now so anyone nearby can hear you. Please, don’t make me do this, isn’t just using me like this enough for you? Yell it out now slut, tell the neighborhood how much you love sucking and fucking cocks.

I yelled out for him, hoping that nobody would be close enough to hear me. I said, please Tim, fuck me hard with your big cock. Breed my slutty ass pussy.

Then I heard someone asking if everything was alright in here. Tim yelled back that everything was just great, he was just fucking the new neighborhood cum slut and to come up and join us if he wanted. He could fuck my mouth and keep me quiet while he finished in my ass pussy.

I heard footsteps on the stairs. Oh my God the new guy (John) said I didn’t believe it at first. Is that really you Gary? I never knew you were gay. Before I could respond he already had his cock at my mouth and as I opened my mouth to speak he pushed his cock in it.

Tim told him that he and the girls across the street  turned me out the other day and anytime he wanted some ass or cock sucking just come over and tell me to do it and would never object or complain.

Now I was being fucked at both ends and actually enjoying it. John didn’t last long and quickly filled my mouth with his cum. He stayed in my mouth until I had swallowed every drop of his cum before pulling out. Damn Gary, you’re a great cock sucker. I will be back soon to try some of that pussy. Then he left us. Tim said he was ready to breed me and shoved in hard and then held still. I could feel his cock throbbing as he filled me with his cum.

He stood up telling me how he loved my ass and would be telling his friends about me so they could get some of it, then left me there used and abused. I must had dozed off because when I finally got up it was dark outside.

As I was closing my front door Geena waved and said loudly from across the street, Id sure sounded like you had a good time this afternoon Gary. Be over here by 9 in the morning we all want to have some fun with you too. I watched a movie and finally fell asleep on the couch.

When I woke up in the morning it was already 9 and my phone was ringing. I answered it and it was Helen. Where are you? You were supposed to be here by now! I groaned and told her I would be right over.

When I got there the 3 of them were waiting for me with the door open. Before they would let me in they told me I needed to be taught a lesson in punctuality. They told me to step back from the door and strip. I begged them not to do this to me as the neighbors would see me. That’s the whole point slut. You told the neighborhood what you are yesterday so now you can show them.

Once I was naked they let me inside but left the door open. Get on your knees. I dropped to my knees. Susan stepped real close to me and took her cock out so only I could see it and told me to start sucking it. This way it looked like I was just eating some pussy in the door way. She soon put her cock away and told me to follow them to the back yard.

In the back yard they had set up a sex swing. I was placed into it and secured so I couldn’t get out on my own. In this swing I was situated so both my holes were readily accessible for their cocks.

Geena was the first to use my mouth while Helen started fucking my ass. They had the swing swinging back and forth so all they had to do was stand there and let the motion do all the work. Geena told me what a great cock sucker I had become and Helen was just letting my ass move on and off her hard cock.

Susan came by and told them to fuck me harder. Make his ass hurt she said. Then to me she said we have a surprise for you once we have all fucked you senseless. Just then Geena held the swing tight and flooded my mouth with her cum. This set Helen off as well and I felt her filling my insides with her load.

They got me down and told me to go in and clean up before their friends got here. Friends? I asked. Yes, we are having a party today celebrating your cumming out as our new boy toy. You will be getting a lot of cock today. We have invited our friends from the club we hang out at. They all have above average cocks and know how to fuck with them.

When I returned I noticed several new people hanging out in the back yard. Everyone was naked and they all did indeed have large cocks, some were already hard while others were only semi hard. That is until they spotted me entering. Then they all seemed to stiffen even more.

I was directed to the middle of the yard and pushed to my knees. Susan told me I would be sucking all the cocks here as well as those that arrive later. Then once everyone was here and had filled my belly with their seed I would be placed onto a fuck bench and fucked at their convenience throughout the rest of the day. My own cock was already dripping.

The face fucking was relentless and it felt like I had swallowed a gallon of cum before it all ended. Now those that were the first ones to fuck my mouth were showing signs of rejuvenation. Helen told me to get on the fuck bench. Geena and Susan quickly secured me in place.

I could feel the cold lube being applied to my boi pussy. Then Susan told me she was going first and quickly pushed her cock into me. She wasted no time and began fucking me hard. I was already telling he to fuck and breed my hungry hole, which she did.

After Susan all the others slowly took their turns at my hole. They all fucked for a long time since they had already cum down my throat earlier. I have no idea how long this fucking went on for but once they all finished and I was released it was beginning to get dark out.

I was covered in cum when they released me from the bench and Geena took me to the front door. Here she told me I could come by tomorrow to get my clothes and closed the door behind me. I had no choice but to run across the street to my own home while covered in cum.

Having had the time of my life with my new neighbour Phil and his twenty four year old Grandson Sean I didn’t think life could get much better , however Phil popped o my door one day with a burning question.

“Hi! Dave” he said “I have to go visit my sister as she’s unwell and I was wondering if you could make sure that my grandson gets well fucked while I’m gone?”.

Sean had decided to stay longer with his grandpa than anticipated maybe due to the fact that I had now been introduced as another older male to satisfy the lad’s wild sexual appetite.

“No probs!” I said “Do you want him to move in with me while your away?”

“That would be fucking great if you don’t mind. I know Sean would jump at the chance as he likes you a lot”. said Phil.

I was flattered and pretty glad the lad liked older men like his grandpa and I.

“I’ll try not to be away too long as I’ll miss my grandson’s hot hole” he said grinning at me.

So two days later Sean moved into my house and immediately wanted to have sex with me.

I took him up to my bedroom and we stripped naked.

“How do you want me?” asked Sean lying down on my bed.

Sean looked at me with his smouldering eyes, his blonde hair, as usual, flopping over his forehead.

“Fuck me good” he said and he stretched his legs wide to show off his pretty arsehole.

Wow! He looked amazing lying there, his fit body and gorgeous cock, balls and arse mine for the taking.

I wanked my cock to full stiffness and then I just went for his arse with my mouth and tongue.

He moaned so sensually as I dug my tongue into his hot arsehole, his hands pulling his cheeks wide so that I could really rim him good and hard.

“Oh! Oh!” he sighed “I need you cock inside me, please fuck me, I need to be fucked”.

Teasing him some more with my hot tongue I had him wriggling and moaning so fucking sweet.

By the time I’d finished rimming him his arsehole was a sloppy wet saliva dripping fuck hole, twitching and ready to be shagged.

My dick was painfully rigid thanks to Viagra and rubbing my knob against Sean’s pulsating hole soon had Sean’s arse engulfing my helmet nice and hot and tight.

I began to fuck him pretty hard straight away and he began whimpering and moaning in absolute ecstasy. The feel of his tight arse gripping my shaft was out of this world and the hot friction soon had me close.

“This is so good” said Sean “I love your big daddy dick. Keep fucking me”.

I wish I could have kept on but I was so excited my prick just jerked and jerked a bollock load of spunk into Sean’s lovely hot arsehole. He squirmed against my cock draining my balls off, his appetite for fucking was immense and he needed a lot more cock.

I pulled my dripping cock out of him and a trail of cum followed.

“Look!” I said “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to cum too soon but you are one hell of a hot fuck lad”.

I grabbed hold of his stiff cock and wanked it a bit before sucking on it. He seemed to like my gobbling mouth and with a swift wank he was soon loading my mouth with his dreamy spunk. I milked his balls to extract every sperm and swallowed his load greedily.

“Now lad I do have an idea I think you might like. How about I get a few older gay friends of mine to fuck you?”

“What?” said Sean “Like a gang bang and me the bottom?”

“Yes” I replied “Know at least four old guys who would give  their right arm to fuck you lad and your grandpa did ask me to make sure you got a lot of fucking while he was away”.

Sean’s eyes were wide with excitement.

“Fuck yes” he said “Let’s make it happen. Are they your age?”

“Yes” I said “My age and a bit older. I know you like older guys cocks.”

“Yes” he said “Hope they have big cocks too”.

“Well” I said “We shall find out”.

I made a few calls to old gay guys I knew who would be keen to fuck a younger man. I arranged for them to come over to my place having described the insatiable appetite that Sean had for cock.

Sean was so excited when the evening arrived, even more excited as four old friends of mine turned up to fuck him.

I’d told Sean to prepare himself ready and to get into his favourite position just before the men were due to arrive.

The old men were pretty keen too and arrived within five minutes of the arranged time.

Colin, and old guy of sixty eight with white hair and beard to match, was more than ready to get fucking so with the other men following we all went up to my bedroom where Sean was waiting naked.

“See guys” I said “Isn’t he a beautiful piece of arse?”

“Fucking handsome!” said Colin.

Sean looked incredible, his legs wide and up high, his hands behind his knees, his pretty arsehole winking or some cock.

The men got stripped off as did I our cocks already stiff and fuck hungry.

James, a seventy year old ex army guy climbed onto the bed and stuck his prick into Sean’s arsehole, driving into the lad from knob to balls in one moan wrenching thrust.

Sean was groaning in no time, his pretty sphincter giving way to James’s more than ample un cut cock.

The rest of us stood and watched as Sean got a good pounding. We wanked ourselves and each other, all of us keen to start fucking the lad.

James was really shagging Sean hard and deep and the sight was pretty cock throbbing. Ben, an old school mate of mine. began to gobble on my knob as I watched the action, He was wanking and sucking me and trying to watch James and Sean at the same time which was proving difficult.

Sean was whimpering as the fuck progressed to even harder thrusts and as James began to spurt his load I had to pull from Ben’s sucking mouth to stop spurting mine.

James pulled out of the lad and moments after his cum began to seep from Sean’s slutty hole.

“Somebody else fuck me please” said Sean, his eyes pleading.

Pete, a big dicked ex bricklayer got onto the bed and whacked Sean’s bum with his prick.

Sean’s eyes were wide as he spotted the huge cock waiting to fuck him.

“Stick your big cock in me and fuck me good” said Sean holding his legs steady.

Pete rubbed the lads hole with his knob and then slipped in using James’s spunk as lube.

He groaned deeply as he forged his way up Sean’s hot arse, the lad moaning in ecstasy as the cock slid in.

Watching the fucking was so good and Sean was in fuck heaven.

“Oh! God! Oh! God!” he whimpered “Fuck my burning hot arsehole. Oh! Yeah! Like that! Fuck! Like that!”.

Pete hammered the lad’s hole good and hard his mature buttock thrusting back and forth like a well oiled piston, his big cock hitting Sean’s hole in all the right places.

A slam of a thrust and Pete was gushing his spunk into the heart of Sean’s arse, the lad whimpering like crazy.

“Oh! Fuck! That was something else” said Pete yanking his spunky prick from the lad’s pulsating arse.

Soon Pete’s juicy load was seeping from the lad’s gaping arsehole and I had to get in there to feel the sensual sperm on my cock and slide up Sean’s fuck hungry arse.

“Give me another cock” begged Sean and I was happy to oblige.

He took my prick in one, my balls slamming against him, my rigid cock pushing Pete’s cum back up the lad’s arse.

“Are you having a good time lad?” I asked, my cock stroking over his sensitive prostate.

“Fuck yes!” was the rapturous reply and I continued to ram his hot spunky hole.

James was ready for round two and wanted to shag Sean from the back. I thought it a good idea to change position too so I rolled Sean over, spread his legs and got stuck back up his cum slippery hole.

“I’ll soon be spurting James” I  said “So you will soon be able to fuck him again”.

Colin began stroking my bum cheeks as I fucked Sean and was soon fingering my hole which got me even closer to spurting.

The randy old man began to push his stiff cock up my arse and I found myself in a fuck sandwich, my own cock now unable to hold back any longer. With Colin’s knob rubbing my prostate silly I began to pump my spunk deep into Sean’s willing arsehole.

No sooner had I pulled out from the lad, James was inside him and shagging hard and fast making Sean holler and whimper.

Having had a rest, Ben, a cum lover was waiting for Colin to cream my arsehole so that he could rim me out.

I was panting and gasping a little after my juicy fuck but that didn’t stop me from loving the feel of Colin’s cock as it continued to wreck my arsehole.

Sean was having a whale of a time, his whimpering and moaning filling the air, his insatiable appetite a joy to behold.

Colin began to cum and was driving his cock hard up my arse. I grabbed hold of Ben to steady myself and to enjoy what was happening in my arse. For an old guy, Colin certainly had a lot of spunk to give me and he was pumping his cum for some moments before pulling out of me and stuffing his creamy cock into Ben’s waiting mouth.

Ben sucked dick like a fucking vacuum cleaner and was soon draining the last drops from Colin before sticking his tongue up my cum creamy hole.

I just lay back and enjoyed the warm feel of his tongue wriggling inside me as he fed his need for cum.

James unloaded inside Sean and pulled out of the randy lad leaving a river of cum in his wake. Sean, glassy eyed, rolled back onto his back and looked pretty fucking amazing with his own cock standing stiff and up for grabs. I got there before Ben and sucked on the lad’s straining cock my hands feeling his balls. Greedy Ben was soon joining in, his tongue licking the lad’s nuts and shaft with me until Sean began to cum. What a fucking orgasm he had, youth certainly had it’s plus points as his spunk flew from his cock into the air between my lips and Ben’s. We watched it leap and splatter and managed to gobble off the spurting knob to get our own taste of his young spunk.

Sean was grinning the whole time and was happy to let us continue slurping around his prick until we were done.

“I could do with another good fucking now” he said laying back with his legs wide open.

“Any takers?”

With the help of Viagra the old men managed to fuck Sean again after about twenty minutes and I too got stuck up him again and came almost at once after feeling the silky cum of all the men clinging to my cock as I sunk deep into the lad.

Sean of course was smiling, his dimples so pretty his gaping creamy hole so inviting.

The four men left us alone, all of them satisfied and leaving with aching balls and fuck sore dicks.

I lay and began to kiss Sean with some passion, our tongues entwined our bodies close together.

“I’m a fucking slut” said Sean “I know that, but I just love getting fucked by old men”.

“You are fantastic” I said, and my tongue slipped into his mouth again where the taste of cum was still strong.

It was a great surprise to find Sean’s grandpa ringing my doorbell later that day.

“I got back sooner than I thought I would” he said

“My sister is a lot better now so there was no point I staying any longer plus I was missing my grandson so much”.

As I opened the door wider to let him in another man of about sixty five joined Phil at the door.

“This is Ian” said Phil “I thought my grandson would enjoy a foursome with us all”.

I let them both in and told Phil about the gang bang his grandson had just enjoyed.

“Fuck!” said Phil “I’d have liked to have seen that. Where is my young bit of arse? Ian is longing for a fuck and he has an unbelievably big cock”.

The two of them followed me upstairs to the bedroom where Sean was still wallowing in post fuck euphoria.

Phil and Sean hugged and kissed passionately and Phil introduced Ian to the lad.

We were all curious to see Ian’s big cock and when he pulled it out of his pants Sean’s eyes lit up and Phil and I were gob smacked at the size of Ian’s prick. I got a tape measure to measure it as it slowly erected and from balls to knob it was a massive 22.8 centimetres and thick as a babies wrist.

All three of us were down on it immediately with Sean stretching his mouth over the knob and Phil and I sucking on the shaft and balls much to Ian’s delight.

“Bet you want this big cock up you Sean ” I said and the lad nodded, his mouth still choked with dick.

Phil, Ian and I got undressed and Sean, still naked, got on the bed and adopted his favourite position with legs up and hands holding ankles exposing his fuck sore twitching arsehole.

How he was going to take Ian’s massive prick was beyond me but with Phil lobbing his grandson’s arse with Vaseline there was every chance he would.

“You fuck hi first” said Phil to Ian “Let’s see him take that fucking anaconda up his arse” and the two of us watched as Ian stretched Sean’s slutty arsehole with his fat knob. Phil and I held Sean’s legs up so that the lad was free to wank our cocks and our eyes were rapt on Ian’s big prick pushing slowly into Sean’s fuck hole.

Sean began to whimper and moan, his sphincter opening up for the monster cock. Ian continued to push he was intent on getting his cock ball deep.

“Oooooh!Fuck! It’s so big” said Sean “So big and I love it. Is it all the way in?”

“Only half lad” said Ian “You’ve a few inches to go but you’re are doing well and your hole feels fantastic”.

Phil’s cock and mine were rigid and grateful once Sean began to suck on our knobs  and notably all four of us were now moaning with pleasure.

The last inch of Ian’s cock disappeared up Sean’s well fucked arsehole leaving Ian’s balls pressing hard against Sean’s arse.

When he started to fuck Sean the lad’s moans and groans were fucking legend, his mouth pleasuring his grandpa’s cock and mine as he got shagged.

Ian’s thrusts were getting pretty hard and determined, the guy’s balls battering Sean’s cute bum as his cock fucked deep.

Phil and I had to pull away from Sean’s cock hungry mouth as we were both on the edge watching the lad take cock like a true slut.

Ian’s cock was going in and out now, Sean’s arsehole eating it up as the shaft slid from balls to knob and back.

Phil and I, cocks rigid and throbbing, were envious of Ian’s massive cock and we were keen to fuck Sean again. the idea was that we would both get inside him at the same time once Ian had stretched his hole sufficiently.

With a hungry growl from Ian, the randy man let loose his millions of sperm, filling Sean’s fuck ragged arse with a fuck load of cum.

Sean was wailing and thrashing his head from side to side, his lust for cock still high.

Ian pulled his cum soaked prick out of Sean and Sean’s hole gaped wide it’s contents of spunk oozing out.

Phil got Sean to lay on top of him facing up and he slid his cock into his grandson helped by the slick of cum. I climbed on top of them and Sean realise what was going to happen.

“Are you going to double fuck me?” he asked gleefully.

“You better believe it” I said and I pushed my knob up against Phil’s dick and eased into Sean with a grunt.

“Oh! Fuck! Yes!” said Sean “Push those cocks into me and fuck me silly”.

After a few difficult pushes I managed to get all of my cock inside the lad together with Phil’s dick and we started to fuck him.

Ian made a play for Sean’s nipples, squeezing them hard as we fucked the lad.

The double fuck was just as I imagined, hot and horny and it wasn’t long before I was spurting a load up Sean’s fuck hungry bum. Phil followed almost immediately and I could feel his prick jerking against mine as he pumped a hell of a load into his grandson,

The two of us were cum drained and tired by the time we had emptied our balls and we needed to get Sean off.

Ian began gobbling on the lad’s knob, Phil was licking at his grandson’s creamy arsehole and I was sucking the hell out of Sean’s balls.

My lips and Ian’s were soon kissing with Sean’s knob sandwiching the kisses . Phil was wanking his grandson’s shaft with his mouth now and the three of us sucked and slobbered over Sean’s cock, balls and arse until the lad was spurting out a fountain of jizz that hot all three of us in the face and mouth.

Our tongues fought for a taste of Sean’s spunk and we were all given a splat of cum to satisfy our cum lust.

What a fucking time we had with Sean, how lucky his grandpa was too to have such a hot slut of a lad.

Of course Sean felt lucky too and knew that whilst he was with his grandpa and knew me that he was going to get all the fucks he desired and more!!

Intersex: Noun

1: a term used to describe people who are born with biological sex characteristics that don’t fit the binary of male or female. These characteristics can include reproductive organs, anatomy, hormones, or chromosomes. Intersex traits may be apparent at birth, or they may not appear until puberty or adulthood.

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Ash 

Trevor joined me dancing with a hearty “hell yeah!” I laughed, my boyfriend let everybody know how he felt all the time. I enjoyed that about him. He sank his teeth into the ass of life and refused to let go. He was my inspiration. It took time to let go and relax but Trevor stayed with me, encouraging me to dance with him.

I caught sight of Jal getting down and dirty with a hot Latino stud while Wes found a scruffy blond demigod to rub back against. I did a double take as Lee attracted a tall black Adonis. 

Lee didn’t dance beyond shuffling her feet and waving her arms. That much alone started a seismic event in her colossal boobs and her partner could only watch them jiggle, mesmerized. Watching Lee in that moment taught me that dancing was less about how good you were and more about how good you felt. I started dancing for me, and nobody else.

I felt whole for the first time in my life. I finally felt attractive. I usually pushed this feeling down but no more. I went through life thinking that one’s worth was bestowed by others as reward for kindness, generosity, and initiative. Taking it upon oneself was the height of conceit. Feeling good about myself was none of that.

As I assumed more adult responsibility in life, I learned that others depended on me to know my shit. I needed to know in no uncertain terms who I was, what I stood for, what I wanted from life, and what I was prepared to do to get it. I also needed to know what I was unwilling to do and be prepared to stand my ground.

My brain kitties always waited for the other shoe to drop when I was happy. I always overlooked something that bit me on the ass when I least expected it, but now, I felt more present in my own life than I ever had before. I felt wanted, desired, lusted after and that no longer scared me. I quit thinking about it, closed my eyes, and surrendered to the music. I completely forgot about Ricky until I saw him just standing there. I stopped immediately to check on him, a pang of guilt gnawing at me–Trevor’s teeth, maybe? I giggled to myself.

“What’s wrong?” I asked Ricky over the throbbing music. 

“Am I clear?” He asked in response. I took in our immediate surroundings and replied “we have some room, you have about three feet around you clear.”

“Perfect!” He beamed. To my breathless astonishment Ricky started dancing. Y’all, this wasn’t foot-shuffling high school dancing (not that I’d know since nobody ever invited me to the school dances but you get the point). Ricky was good, damn good! He was fucking fire! His legs were doing things I never saw before, or even thought possible. I was in awe.

I remembered seeing street dancing like this from watching all those “Step Up” movies with Channing Tatum. Ricky mixed it up too, throwing quick pops, locks, and breaks from Hip-Hop together with the fluid, expressive moves of Funk. He twerked his fine ass until he squatted on his ankles. Then he undulated back to his feet as if he had only one bone in his body (the one that wasn’t holding up anything if you know what I mean). He picked up an audience as the dancers around us stopped to watch Ricky’s moves. 

“Holy shit!” Trevor said what I was thinking. I stood in slack jawed silence. I finally got what Lee meant about the dance floor getting hot. Ricky’s sexy moves were getting me damn hot! I forgot all about dancing until he stopped and beckoned with one hand. “Ash!” He shouted over the music.

He took my hand in a firm grasp and twirled me playfully until I fell back in his arms with a whoop of surprise. I shivered at how easily he caught me. Damn, y’all, but Ricky was strong! I knew he was built like a brick shithouse but I did not grasp what that meant until I sensed his effortless strength. He bore me to my feet as if I weighed nothing. After that, he turned to me with this unreadable expression on his face. He caressed my cheek saying, “You are the only one who matters to me.” He smiled, then surprised me again.

Ricky stood behind me and placed his hands on my hips, then moved boldly to slot his crotch in the cleft of my ass. I immediately thought back to last night in his bathroom, when Ricky squeezed past me in the tight space. I felt his bulge then and now I knew for sure–it was no accident.

 I immediately got a feel of just what he was packing down there. Oh! My! God! Y’all, Ricky was big all over! Get a grip, Ash. –not that! Don’t get a grip on that! 

Anyway, I wanted to see how far Ricky would go, so I wiggled back against his crotch. In response, Ricky snaked his hands around my waist in a clearly possessive gesture. His fingers then took a downward turn over my hip bones, then inward to the inside of my thighs. He framed my crotch with his fingers, not quite touching me there but damn close. I rested my hands on top of his, granting my enthusiastic consent as our hips rocked from side to side with the music. We pumped back and forth, then gyrated suggestively. Ricky called out his moves ahead of time until there was no longer any need. We moved as if with one mind, it was incredibly sensual. 

A slower song started so Ricky pulled our bodies tightly together. He rested his lips against my neck and I moaned from deep in my balls as he slid my shirt up my belly, exposing skin for all to admire. I rubbed back against his powerful chest, feeling our hearts beating between us. We were as close to fucking as humanly possible while still on our feet and dressed. I didn’t care who watched. I drew into a private little world with Ricky until reality intruded.

My eyes flew open as Trevor brazenly mashed his crotch against mine. I looked up, momentarily confused as he beamed down at me, cute as a button with a smile full of playful mischief. Ricky felt Trevor’s crotch and growled warningly against my neck. He pulled me tighter against him and attempted to pull us away. I planted my feet against that until he got the message. I reached to pull him tighter against my back. I wiggled my ass against his mound like dangling a carrot, then resumed dancing with Trevor. I smiled as Ricky mashed hard inside my cleft and resumed dancing along with us. Carrot taken, I thought. I would have to follow through on the promise but I didn’t mind. Hell, I was looking forward to it.

Trevor read the nonverbal altercation between me and Ricky and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. I shook my head in response. There would be time to talk, but later. Right now, I just wanted to dance. 

We finished up our turn on the dance floor with a celebration of Lady Gaga’s return to her pop roots. The DJ played a set of her biggest hits including “Born This Way” (my personal anthem), “PokerFace”, “JustDance”, “Bad Romance” and capped off the celebration with her new single, “Abracadabra”. I was drenched with sweat by the time I walked off the dance floor holding hands with both Trevor and Ricky. Nobody gave us a second glance. We picked up drinks at the bar and found our booth. Trevor tossed our soaked shirts on the seat before scooting in next to Shea. Jalan and their dance partner rounded out the table.

“Don’t you boys look cozy!” Shea took in our bare chests with an appreciative smile. Ricky was a muscular beast but Trevor and I showed off our modest gains from the gym proudly.

“Where is Lee?” I wondered.

“Discussing ‘business’ with her new friend. Jalan snickered suggestively.

“I’ll bet,” Trevor laughed. “Good for her!”

“This is my friend Angel” Jal pronounced it as in the Spanish ‘ahn-hel’. We shook in greeting and I saw more details about Jal’s dance partner. Angel looked like a swarthy college youth about our age with short, thick black hair and eyes as deep and as rich, as brown in color as cocoa. He could have worked as a fitness model with his smooth, athletic good looks. He might have passed as the kind of boy mothers loved if not for his silvery body piercings and a gorgeous sleeve tattoo of a jungle with wild animals peeping through the leaves. He too went shirtless to show off his art and I have to admit, the real masterpiece was under the tats. He and Jal were very cozy, sipping drinks and laughing at jokes. 

“Why don’t you go out and dance, Shea?” I poked her. “We can hold the fort while you’re gone.”

“Thank you, sweety, but I’m a line dancing gal.”

“Charlie’s is more her speed.” Jal added.

“Charlie’s, that’s a honkytonk bar, isn’t it?” Trevor chugged from his water bottle. 

“Yes, sir!” Shea beamed.

“Shit, you must feel like a fish out of water here.” Ricky observed. 

Shea waved off his concern. “I don’t mind. This is Ash’s night. We’ll do Charlie’s another time.”

“Hey, Ash, tell Shea the story about your mom and Lady Gaga.” Ricky stretched to put his arm around me but Trevor’s arm was already there. He flinched back as if burned, his face a stony mask until, to my shock, Trevor took Ricky by the wrist and slowly settled his arm across my shoulders. Ricky looked profoundly confused but accepted the gesture quietly. Trevor took my free hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze as everyone else perked up, wanting to hear the story. I turned beet red but pushed on, trying to ignore the drama playing out to either side of me.

“Um, yeah,” I squirmed. “I was only five when Lady Gaga came out but my mama loved her. We used to dance around the house singing her songs. Mama used to say I was her ‘little monster’ and she was my ‘Mama Monster’–”

“Wait, that’s not the way you told it earlier,” Ricky poked me. “Tell them what you told us. Come on…”  

I could not turn any redder. I licked my dry lips. “Um…Mama could never keep me in clothes when I was little so I danced around the house singing along with Lady Gaga in…um…in my…um, my underwear.”

“Your under…?” Trevor led me to continue, grinning at my embarrassment, the bastard. 

“Roos. My Underoos! There, I said it! Are you happy now ya’ rat bastard?” I covered my face as my friends said “aww” in unison, beaming with delight.

“When ‘Born This Way’ came out, she said that was my song. I think she knew about me even then. I think about Mama whenever I hear Lady Gaga.”

“That was so sweet. Where is your mom now?” Angel asked innocently but my mood plunged. 

“She passed away when I was 12.” I said.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Angel looked chagrined for upsetting me until me and Jal cheered him up.

“So, Ash, whose Underoos did you wear?” Shea brought the mood back up. I hemmed and hawed until their razzing got to be too much. I finally gave up.

“Black Widow!” I huffed. “I dressed up like her one Halloween.”

“It’s that red hair, am I right?” Shea grinned at my nod of confirmation.

“I liked Mystique too but Mama couldn’t get the blue makeup to look right.” I added.

Ricky nudged his glass over to me. I sniffed at it and wrinkled my nose sourly. “I smell alcohol. I’m driving.”

“A sip won’t hurt you, trust me.” He nudged his glass closer another inch. I was curious so I took a sip. I drew back in surprise. “Oh, my god! That. Is. So. Good! What is it?”

“Rum and Coke,” he smiled. “I had a hunch after you told me how you hated the smell of beer. Rum is made with sugar cane, not hops.”

“Now I’m sorry I’m driving.” I took a chance with another quick sip before pushing it back. 

“I have more at home.” He waggled his eyebrows cleverly.

How are you scoring all this booze when you’re under age?”

“My Dad,” he revealed. “He let me have a small glass from time to time. He said it was to take away the mystery and the temptation. Every now and then he sends me a bottle of something interesting from his travels.”

“Did it work?” I asked. “Did drinking lose its allure?”

“Kind of,” Ricky thought about it, then broke into a rascally grin. “I became the supplier for my buddies. I made a tidy profit and I was the most popular guy in school.”

I bumped him, giggling “you’re bad.”

He squeezed me against him and growled hotly against my ear, “you have no idea.”

I shivered and leaned closer as he squeezed me, then turned my attention to Trevor. He was watching us with a proprietary little smirk on his face. I didn’t know what the cute butthole was scheming behind his pretty hazel eyes but it had to be x-rated. Trevor had three modes: eat, sleep, and fuck. I sensed a twinge of possessiveness in my gut when his gaze flicked to Ricky but I bit it down. Why am I feeling this way? I admonished myself privately. I pushed past it and kissed his hand. Trevor smiled and slowly licked the spot I kissed. My gut fluttered as visions of Trevor and Ricky doing unspeakably lewd things to me and to each other filled my mind. I opened my mouth to comment on him being such a nasty boy when a shadow suddenly passed over us. I jolted, surprised at who it was. “Alejo? How did you get here!”

“I drove,” he joked. “Actually, I took an Uber. That way I can drink.” He slurred his words. “Seriously? Dumb luck, I guess. I didn’t follow you or anything like that if that’s what you’re thinking.” 

He stood unsteady on his feet holding a drink in one hand and an arm slung possessively across the shoulders of a smoking hot black guy. They both glistened beautifully with sweat but Alejo stood in a class of his own, dressing to hunt in a tight white tank shirt with a low cut v-collar, black leather jeans, and biker boots with shiny buckles. A silver Cuban chain necklace glittered around his throat as he took a swallow from his cup. Somehow, Alejo turned the simple act of drinking into a seduction and my balls cramped with desire. My eyes flicked instinctively to his lap where his enormous trouser snake slumbered safely trapped inside sexy black leather. I forced my gaze back up where I saw a knowing little smirk play at the corners of his lips.

“I thought I saw you on the dance floor earlier, putting the moves I taught you to work without me.” He sulked.

“Who is this,” his hookup asked.

“This is Ash, that’s Trevor, they’re my roommates.” Alejo answered. Our group supplied perfunctory introductions when Alejo asked, “when are you headed home?”

I cast a glance around at the group for a consensus. “I don’t know, late maybe?” 

Alejo nodded. “I’ll keep a lookout. I can’t promise anything though, we might be a little loud when you get in.” His hookup grinned at that. 

Alejo examined me with a mournful pout, “so, you did it.”

I reached self-consciously to my makeup when Trevor pointed out his own. “We all did. We support Ash. It’s too bad you couldn’t join us.”

“I wasn’t invited,” Alejo sloshed his cup with a bitter expression. 

“Ash looks great, don’t you think?” Ricky quipped with a big grin. I loved how he was so comfortable in his skin and I remembered to feel good in mine. Alejo  took a closer look at Ricky.

“So, this is my replacement? Not bad, I guess. He’s Latino, he’s got the body, I’ll admit, but–” Alejo brazenly rubbed the mound in the front of his jeans, “does he measure up where it counts?”

“I’ve had no complaints,” Ricky’s expression darkened.

Jal wasn’t taking anymore shit. They snapped angrily at Alejo, “Bruh, what the fuck is your problem?”

“You, I remember, Shea, right?” Alejo then looked Jalan over with a dismissive snort. “Yeah, you fit what he told me about you. Ash’s ‘intersex friends’,” he drew air quotes to mark a dubious distinction.

Angel looked uneasily at Jal, “what’s going on?” Alejo jumped in quickly with an answer. He threw a questioning look at Jalan.

“What, you didn’t tell him? I thought that was what you were all about? Being proud and open about what you are.” He flicked his gaze to Angel. “Amigo, you heard of chicks with dicks? Maybe dudes with clits? No, not Trans, they’re intersex. They’re born that way and they’re leading my impressionable little roommate into a world of shit he ain’t ready for.”

“Hey, um, maybe we can talk later.” Angel uttered a hasty farewell to Jalan, slid out of the booth, and beat a hasty retreat. 

Alejo gestured grandly as Angel escaped. “That is what happens when you confuse and mislead people!”

“It sounds to me like what happens when an asshole opens his mouth!” Ricky snarled.

I watched as my celebration crashed and burned around me. I was pissed and hurt. I knew Alejo was upset but I never thought he would do something like this. I should have known better but I wanted to understand. I wanted my sweet, protective roommate, my lover, my companion, my boyfriend back. “Alejo, what is going on?”

He saw my face and a little of the Alejo I knew showed through in his hurt, sad eyes. “I tried to tell you but it came out wrong. By then you had already blown me off and moved out.”

He looked me in the eyes with deep sorrow. “Ash, if you dress like a woman, men–especially men with power–will treat you like one. They will dismiss you. They will disrespect you. They will ignore you, they will walk all over you and keep you down, they will take what they want and they won’t bother asking. It sucks but that’s the way things are. If you can pass as a man then grab that power and make the most of it. It’s the only way to protect yourself. Then you can protect the women in your life and help make the world a better place for them.” He gestured at my clothes and makeup with disgust. “This…trying to live as both a man and a woman, will only lead you to a bad place.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Trevor shot back in his seat in outrage. Jal jumped up next to confront Alejo.

“Excuse the fuck outta me,” they snarled angrily, “but there are some strong women in the world with plenty of power, asshole!”

The others talked over each other to argue but this was my life, my responsibility. I called for quiet, then nudged my way out of the booth. Ricky and Trevor stood scowling at my back as I faced Alejo.

“First of all, you’re drunk.” I said and he offered a grand, wobbly bow.

“Second, that was rude and fucking out of line. You could have waited to talk to me at home.” He had the presence of mind to look embarrassed but I saw it for only a moment. I pressed on, “lastly, you know better than to come at me with such a bullshit sexist attitude. Women with power can be equally protective. History is filled with powerful women that fiercely protected the ones they loved. You’re confusing power with a lack of respect. You’re trying to warn me but listen to yourself. Who is showing a lack of respect?”

Alejo’s hookup drifted away in the confusion, forgotten. Meanwhile, my roommate showed regret and contrition but his ego refused to let him back down, to apologize. I couldn’t take it anymore and snapped. “Alejo, go home and sleep it off before I say something I’ll regret. We’ll talk later.” He didn’t move so I yelled, “GO!”

Alejo finally relented and wandered back toward the bar. Despite what he did I worried about him. “Somebody should make sure he gets home safely.” I said. 

“He didn’t come alone.” Trevor assured me. “The ones he came with will take care of him.”

Ricky rubbed my arms comfortingly. “You’re kind to care after what he said.”

“I don’t feel kind,” I turned back to my friends.

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We tried hard to recover the party mood but I wasn’t feeling it. We relocated to a late night diner where it was quiet and we could talk.

Everybody was afraid I might catastrophize or panic after my run-in with Alejo, which was fair but something changed in me tonight. It only crystallized when Alejo showed his ass back in the club. I was tired of feeling frail. My friends walked on eggshells around me. They discussed things about me behind my back and made decisions concerning my well-being without my knowledge or consent. I gave them reason to do it. Hell, I gave them permission. I tossed responsibility for my well-being into every lap willing to take it. I had to stop it. I didn’t know what to say but maybe I didn’t have to. Maybe it was enough to just make the change in my life and live it. I could do it now. There was no reason to delay.

I gestured for Trevor to join me in a trip to the bathroom while the others ate and talked. Thankfully, the bathroom was empty. I had no idea what to say when we stood together at the urinals, so I just blurted it out. “About Ricky,” I said. “I want to keep him to myself–at least, for a little while.” I swallowed nervously. “He isn’t into hooking up.”

“So he told me.” Trevor nodded and I pinched off my pee stream so hard it hurt.

“He told you?” I squawked.

“Back at the club when you went to pee,” he confirmed. “He asked permission to keep things just between you for a while. He said that you told him about polyamory and our arrangement. He is keeping an open mind but he was honest, he preferred keeping you for himself. He knew that would hurt you so he is going to try.”

“Shit,” I sagged with regret. “I should’ve said something right away.”

“Yeah, but I understand why you didn’t.” He met my gaze. “You’re new to all of this relationship stuff. It’s like you to agonize over it. You don’t know how to bring it up and you’re afraid of hurting my feelings.”

I winced, “You know me so well.”

“Besties, remember?” He zipped up, flushed, and washed his hands. I followed suit and Trevor stopped me at the door. He drew me in for a comforting hug and a kiss. He backed off with a smile. “It means a lot that you told me and Ash, you don’t be afraid to talk to me. I’m with you to the end of the line.”

I giggled, “Does that mean I can play with the insanely hot, hellaciously talented Latino boy?”

“On one condition,” he grew suddenly serious but an impish grin ruined it. “I want pictures and details!”

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We sat around enjoying each other’s company for a while longer but it was late and people were tired. We said our goodnights and went separate ways from the diner. Shea took Jalan, Lee, and Wes home. Trevor went home alone while I took Ricky home. 

The ride was quiet but peaceful. I thought about what Trevor said about how I agonized over things. I remembered my promise to myself that I wouldn’t toss responsibility for my well-being into the laps of others. I had no idea if I was doing the right thing but I took a chance and said “Thank you.”

Ricky took my free hand across the center console and smiled, “What for?”

“For talking to Trevor, for asking his permission to spend time with me. You didn’t have to do that. I’m sorry for putting you in that position.” I glanced across to read Ricky’s expression. His smile turned warm and he squeezed my hand. 

“You didn’t”, he assured me. “I thought about it and I realized that I was the outsider in this situation. You and Trevor have your life worked out. I figured to handle it like asking a father’s permission to date his daughter.” He paused for a moment, thinking. “I’m lucky that you two have this arrangement. It’s easier on my conscience because I like Trevor. I would have fought him for you but he is willing to share. You aren’t, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“About that,” I thought about it. “What I feel for you is different. It’s powerful and…alluring–”

He broke in, grinning, “like the Dark Side of the Force?”

“Kinda?” I grinned. “When you say those amazing things…”

“Like?” He gave me an arch look.

“Like how I’m the only one that matters to you. I feel important, special. I don’t want to lose that even though I know in my heart that isn’t going to happen. I guess, I’m afraid you might like Trevor better.”

“Ain’t gonna happen.” Ricky squeezed my hand for emphasis. 

“Yeah, I know, I’m still pinching myself that anybody wants me at all. I’m little–”

“I’m short too,” he pointed out.

“I’m scrawny.”

“Better for me to carry you,” he nodded.

“I’m pasty white and have red hair.” I flicked my gaze to Ricky as he broke into a huge smile. 

“That’s a huge plus in my book. Even if it wasn’t, I’m blind. So, it doesn’t matter.”

I fought hard to keep a straight face with my final argument. “I talk funny and I have bad breath.”

“I’ll stick something in your mouth, that should shut you up.” He drew a finger along the length of the bulge in his lap and I was hypnotized for a second. Ricky grew serious with his next words. “I just need to know that this is what you really want. For a while there you sounded ready to join me on the monogamy train.”

“I can’t say how things might go in the future but for now, I’m happy with what I have with Trevor.” I considered mentioning Alejo but I had no idea where things stood between us. I chose to wait and kept things simple, for now. “I want you to be a part of that.” I looked over at Ricky as we sat at a stop light. 

“If that means sharing me with Trevor?” He asked softly. My gut clenched at the idea. I took a deep breath and let it out. 

“Then I will.” I gently rubbed his palm with my thumb.

We arrived soon at Ricky’s place and I walked him to his door. He caressed my cheek and we kissed tenderly. “Ash,” he asked. “Please stay the night?”

Butterflies took flight in my gut as I heard that. “Are you sure?” I replied softly.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he said as we touched our foreheads together. 

I huffed softly, “what about Gwenny?”

He laughed, “Gwenny will deal.”

“Alright,” my voice cracked at the end and I cleared my throat. “I’ll stay.”

“Good,” Ricky grinned from ear to ear.

I texted Trevor to let him know while Ricky unlocked his door:

SmartAsh2003 (Ash): Ricky ask me 2 stay 2 night.

TapMyPeach: (Trevor): 💋🍆💦🎉 (YouTube link to cheesy safe sex PSA)

SmartAsh2003(Ash): 🍑😜

TapMyPeach: (Trevor): bring lunch and U 🍑 tomorrow. We 🍆💦 no matter how tired or sore U R ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

SmartAsh2003 (Ash): ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

“What are you playing?” Ricky listened with a note of bemusement as the cringeworthy YouTube narrator talked about the dangers of having unprotected sex. I smiled as I keyed off my phone and put it away. “That was Trevor’s way of telling us to have fun and be safe.”

Ricky’s cheeks flushed a rosy hue. “Your boyfriend is something else.”

“He brings the party with him, that’s for damn sure,” I smiled.

“I bet,” Ricky snorted. “Well, I have a party for two waiting inside.” 

“Oh, do you now?” I let him tug me inside and into his arms. We kissed while the door clicked shut and locked behind us.

To be continued…

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READER NOTE:Look for Chapter 25 first thing tomorrow!

AUTHOR NOTE:No two intersex people are alike. Ash’s symptoms reflect the experience of one person save where mentioned. 

SPECIAL NOTE: I write in an imaginary world where sexually transmitted diseases do not exist. Sadly, they do in the real world. Stay safe. PrEP before you play and glove it before you love it.

My name is Tom and I am 19 years old. I live with my mother for a long time after my father cheated on her with a guy. Mom is a bit close minded as we can say. 

She does not take the news of her husband cheated with another man lightly. I was still a child when this occurred and I happen to know this cause my uncle, Christ told me. 

I am an athletic person as I play rugby in my high school and a very smart kid in education. I am 5’11” with body that have muscle at the right place as I like to work out. My pecs and my butt is a little big for a guy and some had told me that my ass and boobs is better than girls.

Oh by the way, my mom is now married to another man who is really religious. His name is Jack who is already 47 years old. He is 6’1” tall and he will make us go to the church every Sunday morning.

My relationship with him is good as he usually come to see me when I have game or practice. He was also a rugby player in his youth. He was like my backboned in my interest for rugby. He is also still in shape even though his age is closing to 50.

One day, I told my mom and stepdad that I am going to be sleeping at my friend house Josh who is like a brother to me. We have known each other for a long time. He is the only person that I came out to. 

“I don’t know about others but nothing will make me feel different for you bro, we are like brothers” Josh said when I came out to him.

That night when we were playing video games in Josh’s room. Emily, Josh’s girlfriend, had an accident then was rush to the hospital. After knowing the news, Josh went on auto pilot and told me that it better for me to go home first as he will be staying at the hospital that night for further news. I said to him to drive carefully as anything can happen.

I went home and it already pass midnight, so I am careful to not make any noise so that I did not disturb my mom and stepdad. I went to the kitchen to get some water. 

Then I hear whimper come from upstairs, I went to take a look. The whimper become louder and louder from each step I take. I see my parent bedroom door is slightly opened. I feel something stirred in my pant and I bravely look inside. 

Then what I saw really shock me. I saw my mother sitting on my stepdad lap in cow girl style, she was riding my stepdad dick with full enthusiasm. 

“Yes Daddyyyy!!! I love that cock inside of me” my mother yelled.

“You become a bitch when you know that no one is in the house” said Jack. He was fucking her roughly and the tump from the bed and wall making loud sound.

When I look down at my cock, it already making a wet spot on my pant. I placed my hand on my dick and slightly move it as my eyes still focus on the perverted scene that is happening in front of me. 

My stepdad make a move that will change my life forever, he threw my mother so that she was now on her back on the bed. Now I can see why my mother act like a slut just now. I clearly saw my stepdad dick towering and pointing toward the ceiling. 

He must be packing at least 10 inch rock hard daddy cock with him as that was the biggest dick I have ever seen. I was now fully stroking my 8 inch cock in front of my parent’s door with my pant and underwear around my ankles. 

They were now in missionary position and Jack continued his piston into my mom pussy with a loud slapping sound from their body collided. Then my stepdad continued to shock me.

“You want your son to hear you slut? You are moaning like you want him to hear you from his friend’s house.” My mother’s leg then start to shivering and her moan become like a shrieking scream as she come from the dirty talk. 

Then I cum simultaneously with my stepdad. I paint their door with white cum of my one week worth of load. Then I slowly tucked my cock inside pant and go to my room. As I lay on my bed, I thought about what I just saw. 

Before this, I always thought that I have been blessed by god for giving me a big cock but after seeing what Jack is packing, I feel like his was so girthy and long. It make me want to submit to him. I always had a feeling for older guys as only them can satisfy my desire as people my age usually find me intimidating. That night I cum one more time before I sleep.

The next morning I heard that my mom and stepdad already downstairs for breakfast. And the memory from last night come crashing on me. Never in a million years that I thought that my religious parent would have such sex life. I went downstairs and the look from my parents eyes is like they have seen a ghost. 

“Tom! When did you come home?” ask my mom. 

“I come in this morning around 5 am cause Josh need to go to hospital, there’s an emergency.” I said half lied. 

“Oh, ok then.” said her relief not knowing that I know what happened. When I lied I tend to not look someone in the eyes and I think my stepdad notice that as he give me a look. I just shrug it off and don’t want to overthinking. 

It is Sunday, we went to the church and after that have a lunch at local restaurants. It just a normal Sunday for us. Then that night I feel like my desire toward an older man become stronger. I want someone that can me bend my knees and submitted to them. 

My stepdad become my deepest fantasy right now as he look so dominant when fucking mom. Mom went to her sister house that night as her sister was going to giving birth to her new baby. So Jack and I will be alone for 2 weeks. 

That night I feel like I need to talk to Jack about my feeling toward man, maybe he will not be as judgemental as he is when with mom by his side. I tried knocking on their door but nothing comes. I opened the door slightly and find that no one is there. 

Then I heard a sound from Jack’s office. Jack is a work from home type of guy and mom work at  a hospital. I then take a peak inside the office to see what’s going on. I see that he is looking at something on his computer. 

Nothing seem not normal until I see that Jack hand was doing the action someone is stroking their cock. Damn I caught him masturbating. I realised that the look from his eyes towards the screen is a bit different from the night when I caught him doing my mom. 

The look he has is more dominating and animally. It make my cock stirred. He must be close because he was now closing his eyes and focusing on the climax. He burst his cum and he covered his mouth to slow the sound that he was making as he cum. 

Then he stand up and when to bathroom that is also link to the bedroom. I make a brave move by going into his office to look at what he was seeing. Then I read the titled “Daddy giving stepson his deepest desires.” 

That really shock me. My homophobic stepdad is secretly fantasising about me when I was in the house with him. Then I take a picture of his computer screen for future used. I heard the toilet was flushed then I went back to my room. 

I look at the picture I just take and try to find the video in internet. The boy in the video has a body and personality like me. I need to find an idea to do things with my step father. I don’t want to just confront him. I want to be as naughty as I can be. So that the fucking will be as fucked up as it can be.

The next day comes like a normal day, but I already have plan for what I will be doing. When my stepdad is busy with his work in the office. I took the time to go to his bedroom and try to find his treasure underwear. And I found one near the bathroom door. 

It reeks of his musky male ball and sweat, I already hard as rock. There is a stain on the underwear, which reminds me that this can be the underwear he use last night as he jerks off.

Then my eyes caught a glimpse of something under my parents bed. There was a shoe box which written “S.T”. When I open the box and see the content content inside, I gasped. There was a dildo, a remote vibrator and also a fake pussy. 

I didn’t know they were this wild in bed. Without further thinking I just take out the dildo with me to my room. I leave my bedroom door slightly a jar. I want the audience to have full view of me.

The dildo in my really looks like my stepdad cock. Then I try to look at the internet about the brand of the dildo, and it is true. The brand is specialise in making dildo by using the partner cock’s. The dildo is so veiny and girthy, the same as I see from my stepdad.

My precum is oozing non stop from my tip. I sit on my bed and get my lube and try to rub on the dildo. I will be feeling a replica of my stepdad cock, which is the closest thing I can get now. Time to start my plan. 

I know I can handle the dildo as it is not the first thing that I have take in my ass. I already seduce my football coach to give his cock to me, but that is another story that I will tell. Now I am focusing to seduce my stepdad.

I try to penetrate my as with the dildo and as the head goes in I felt so full and stuff, ohhhh imagine the hotness of the real thing. I start to moan and stroke my cock a little bit louder with the dildo in my ass. 

I hear a sound from the door of my stepdad office is being open and close.

“ Fuck this feel so good daddy, fuck me harder!” I said that loudly. 

Then I see a shadow comes to my bedroom door and I know that my stepdad has full view of my pink butthole taking a replica of his dick. The shadow didn’t  go away. Then I just play along.

“Fuck daddy, I been wanting this dick since so long. Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh…” I continue to moan and flicking my nipples. My hand did not stop from pushing the dildo in and out of my hole. 

Then I hear a buckle and a zipped being zipped down, my stepdad should a little discreet to sneak up on me. He must be jerking his cock off behind my bedroom door. My mind become blank as the thought of it nearly make me cum.

“ I want to be.. ahhh… a slut for you daddy, I want to worship your cocks and ball. I want to be a whore for daddy” I say with my eyes to the ceiling. Then I remember about my stepdad’s boxer briefs. I took it and inhale his masculine odour.

Then I heard a gasped coming from the door. Thank god the briefs was there to hide my sly grin. I keep smelling his brief and starting to stroke my cock to reach the climax. 

“FUCK daddy I’m coming from smelling your masculine musk. Ahhhhh… ahhhh…ahhhhh!!!” I shoot a couple rope of cum that goes so hard that it hit my face, this is first time that it happen. Then I just drift out to sleep.

When I woke up its already evening. The door to my room still slightly a jar, me naked completely on the bed, and the toy and my stepdad boxer briefs still on top of my bed. I feel like what I just did was going well. 

I went down and was greeted with a good smell food. Jack is making dinner. I just wear my underwear, just want the game to keep going. My stepdad had a bit of reaction when he sees me. He avoided my eye contact slightly. 

“ What you cooking Jack?” I ask with a toned that is totally different when I was moaning for him to fuck me just now. I am an alpha male as other kid from my school called me. So it is a bit a surprise if they know that I am just a bitch to cocksucking. 

“ I… I cooking some steak and I already cook fried to eat with it.” He reply with a little stuttering. 

“When you come home? I thought you said that you need to go to the site for today’s work?” I ask dumbly even though I know it suppose to be tomorrow.

“ Yess… yess… of course… it went well, like always” jack lied. Then we eat and today there is a game between my favourite teams and jack’s team. We were just goofing around and watching the game as per usual. I notice that jack keep gazing at my almost naked body through out the game and I just keep ignoring and give what he want to see. 

Sometimes I arch my back and display my big butt as I going to pick some stuff on the table. When I was done with the teasing, I can see that Jack’s dick was hard as a rock in his trousers. You cannot hide your weapon if it is bigger than the sleeve. Then I just told him that I will going to sleep first. 

I went to my parent room again and find what I want. It was the underwear he wears for the day. There were a cum stain and it still slightly wet as it was being lump on the floor. I licked the underwear and the taste is so heavenly. I can clearly taste his cum with this. I pick the brief and went to my room. I masturbate and then when to sleep.

When the next day come, I need Jack to caught me chatting with an older man that will fuck me. I start going on the dating app and start massaging any older guys I can get. This is really easy for me cause a lot of guys have me as their fantasy due to my build and age. 

I went to our basement as that was our gym. After that I cleaned myself and my ass cause anything can happen. I went to the kitchen after 1 in the afternoon to prepare food for me and my stepdad. 

He will be coming home from site work around 2 pm. My plan is already finish as I found one daddy to chat with and have him told me what he will do to me. I hear Jack’s car parking in the garage and I hurry and put my open phone on the kitchen island with my back away form it.

 I can see from the reflection that Jack saw my phone and start going through it. Then come the finale. He scream at me,

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!!!” It is quite shock that he will yelled that loud. He look at me like he was about to kill me.

“What the fuck you doing Tom, who is this dude and why is he texting you like you are a cocksucking slut.” I then played my role in this. 

“ I don’t know him, pl.. plea… please Jack don’t be mad at me. Its just what we boys like to do. We played around, truth or dare, have you heard of that?” Jack still look me dead in the eyes.

“ Don’t FUCKING lie to me! I know how you act when you lie.” Shit I forgot about that. 

“ I used to be in the investigation team in military so don’t lie to me young man. I ask you again. Who is this? Are a faggot?” not gonna lie that almost make me square up my own stepdad cause he was hypocrite. 

“ Yes Jack I am gay, please don’t tell mom, I will do anything you say.” I said with my head looking down. The outcome of this act will be so good, I think to myself. He then slap me in the faced then tell me that he will not let me be gay.

 I did not know that Jack will put his hand on me. He never done that before. 

“I will not let you be like your father.” said Jack. He then chock me and push me against the refrigerator. I feel like my life just flash before me. My stepdad is really bigger than me, right now he was towering me and I need to look up to meet his eyes. He told me again,

“I will not let my wife’s kid whoring his ass out for other to enjoy.” That did something to me. I feel my cock harden and I just wear a grey sweatpants which will show anyone my boner when I was having one, and I also did not wear any underwear. 

Jack noticed my harden cock and now his look is different. Fuck this is it. 

“ You whore! Are you turn on right now cause I’m choking you?” ask Jack. I want this to feel more humiliated. I acted further, 

“No way I will be turn on by you” The look on his eyes now is literally same like the night when I caught him masturbating and fantasise about me. Ohhhh I will be finally tasting that cock. He then chocked me harder and grab my cock with his hand. 

“Then why is this clit of yours hard?” I almost cum when he said that. Then I slowly nodding my head to him. He then slowly loosened his tight grip on my throat. 

“Yes daddy, I’ve been thinking about you.” That did it. He push me to my knees and he start to unbuckle his pant. 

“What a fucking slut you are begging daddy like that.” He said while pulling his cock out. 

“Is this what you been asking the guy outside of our house for?” He asked while grabbing and slapping his cock on my cheek. I just moan loudly and stick my tongue out.

“You need to ask for it boy. Tell me what you want.”

“ I want your cock daddy.” I could smell his musk from my position as he does not shower yet. That smell makes me go crazy. 

“That’s not enough, louder and say what you are and what you want, what you are to daddy, I want it loud and clear boy.”

“I am cocksucking slut for daddy. I want daddy to make me his whore. I want to taste daddy big cock—“ I dont have the time to finish as daddy put his cock in my mouth. 

“ Yeahhhh!!!! Suck my cock bitch. Taste daddy big juicy cock!!’ I was in heaven. I dont have gag reflex and I already have plenty of fair share to make my blowjob best one. 

“Look me in the eyes slut. Ohhhh that a good slut I got there between my leg”. Then I feel my chin stick to daddy’s ball. With our eyes lock. I see his eyes went back into his skull. 

“Ouuuhhh…. fucking slut takes all my dick. Such a greedy slut.” gulkk gulkk gulkk gulkk Sound of daddy dick fucking my throat. Then he pull his cock all the way out and grab me by my neck and make me stand up. He then slap my ass. 

“Go to my room and lay down on bed with your head hang on the side.” He also added. 

“And i want you to be naked. Wait for me there.” Then he slapped me. 

“What do you say boy.”

“ I will do it and thank you daddy” I said with doe eyes and  he smiled.

“ That’s my good boy.” 

I rushed upstairs into his room. Then I strip naked and do as he say. Now I look at my parent ceiling I just noticed that they installed a mirror on the ceiling. Fucking pervert of them.

Then I hear daddy coming into his room. I see that he also was naked. 

“ I need to lie to my company and say that you are in need of me cause there  an emergency happen.” He say while walking towards in front of my hanging head. 

Without say anything he push his cock until his ball cover my nose. He stay like that for quite a while. My eyes went to the back of my skull. This is what I want to be. Under the care of a dominant daddy. After see me struggle for air. He then pull his cock out. 

“Thank you daddy, thank you daddy.”

“ What a good boy you are, daddy so proud of you” I almost cum hand free by just hearing that. Daddy then do the same thing for 3 more times, this time while putting his hand on my throat to feel his dick went in and out of me. 

After 10 min of throat fucking he grab me by the neck and make me kneel in front of him. I was covered in daddy’s precum and also my saliva. 

“ What a beautiful view. Look at daddy slut.” I was shock because I see a phone in front of me. 

“Put my cockhead inside your mouth and look at the camera. Such a good boy. Dont worry this is only for me when you are not around.” There no more christian man in him, he is now a devil himself. 

“What have you done to daddy boy. We will both go to hell.” I ignore him as I busy with licking his ball while his cock lay across my faced. 

“ People will pay for this view boy. How does daddy taste?”

“ You taste so good daddy, please make me your slut.” His cock just moved up from my face as I said that. Our eyes still lock to each other all the time. I think this is what my heaven is, then something evil cross my mind. 

“ Daddy, am I good being your cocksucking slut?” He put his hand on my head and say,

“ You are the best cocksucker that I ever have.”

“Am I better than mom?” He looked at me in disbelief, like how can I brought up mom when we were doing something so taboo. He moaned,

“ yess slut, your mum is nothing compare to you, you suck my dick like it was the last thing you can eat in this world.” He then start to face fuck me again until he want to comes. 

“ I want to come, baby I will cum soon.” I just suck him harder and harder until I feel daddy cock throb inside my throat and he roared, 

“ FUCKKKK!!!!!! TAKE IT SLUT!!!!” I can feel his cum being deposited inside my mouth and throat. After a while daddy sit on the bed and told me to clean his cock. I did without complain anything. He look at me a bit different now. Maybe the post orgasm thought is getting to him. 

He then look at my cock and his eyes went wide because I cum hands free. He then smile and tell me to go to my room. Before I went to my room I ask him something. 

“Daddy?” 

“ Yes” he replied. 

“I have fetish for underwear so please give me yours to smell when you done using it for the day.”  I see his eyes look at me with total disbelief. He smirks and tell me. 

“The one from today is in the hamper in washroom.”

I replied “ Thank you daddy.”

Just a short introduction about me. I am half German and half Algerian and am bisexual. 23 years old and have experienced being a submissive bottom which attracted me the most, but usually for a few times and then having a break.

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For my new job, I flew from Germany to Greece (Athens) and had arrived late in the night. I picked up my keys and went to my accommodation, packed everything out and went to sleep. The next day, woken up horny and ofcourse opened Grindr to see if there is someone hot.

I haven’t dated with another men for at least 4 months, so I was quite hungry getting a fat dick in my ass. I met Pablo, a Colombian man with a 8,5 inch fat black dick.

He would love to get sucked and use a real bottom like me after exchanging some pics, and after some chatting I hosted him at my place.

When I opened the door, he was even hotter than on his pics. Muscled, bald head and very big. I led him into the room and before I even had a chance to talk to him, he pushed me against the wall with my ass against his crotch.

He held me by my neck and kissed me all in my neck, turned me around and choked me. He slapt me a few times and gave me a very intensive kiss with tongue, just to slap and choke me after that.

He pulled down my pants and spanked my cheeks so hard, but I enjoyed every touch of my Colombian daddy at this point.. I let hem push me against the wall again, going with his hands down till he reaches my hole and sticks one finger in. He starts fingering me while slapping my face and all I could think of is how badly I wanted to get fucked by this man.

He was fingering me for a good 5 minutes till he forced me down on my knees and shouted “take my pants off you little slut”. This made me even hornier and without hesitation I pulled his pants down, and his underwear. His big black 8,5 inch dick stood right infront of my face, when he unexpectedly slapped me with his dick on my face.

He demanded me to open my mouth and I started teasing him by licking only the head.

He gave me a smack in the face, choked me and started deepthroating me. I tried to pull back but he had me locked and all I could do is accept that I’m completely for his use only now. He face fucked me for 15 minutes, while he smacked his dick on my face and tongue while he choked me as well.

He then pulled me up and got me on bed on all 4. He was eating my ass while spanking me so hard and all I could do was moan, this man was insane and knew what he did.

After eating my ass for a good 10 minutes and having me to beg for his dick, he finally pressed his big black dick against my ass. He slowly entered his head, which I really needed to get used to. 

He was getting so horny that he did not hesitate to pump the rest of his 8,5 inch member balls deep in to my ass, while I moaned and most likely the whole neighborhood could hear.

He starts pumping slowly in and out, and after a few minutes I feel him pumping as hard as he can and telling me to beg for his milk, and how I’m daddy’s little slut.

I yelled at him “ I’m your slut daddy, please give me all your milk”.

This started to turn him on even more and he turned me around with my back on the bed and started fucking me again.

He was looking deeply in my eyes while he choked me with one hand, slapped my face with his other hand and pumped me hard and roughly with his big dick in to my ass.

He eventually moaned and I feel his dick get bigger and bigger, till he eventually comes and was cumming at least for a good 2 minutes. He then stands up, pulls me by my hair and brings me on my knees.

He says “ Open your slutty mouth so you can clean my cock, you little bitch”.

As demanded, I opened my mouth and started licking his shaft completely. He ends it with a good 3 minutes deepthroat session to make sure that I have all the left overs of his cum.

When I stood up, I felt my ass leaking full with his cum and my face and ass completely red. 

I let him out and we spoke right after we met. We were both very positive and are planning to date more and making it even more rougher.

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This is my first time sharing one of my experiences. If there is audience for my stories, I will gladly post more about my experiences…

This story is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in it are 18+ of age.

As usual, I’m very happy to receive any and all feedbacks, whether it’s about the writing or direction of the story, other works you wanna see, or just chat in general. Thank you for reading!

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I traced a finger around Dad’s nipple playfully as I relaxed on top of him, both of us dozing off in the morning heat. It was one of the rare times we slept together in his and Mom’s room. Dad was flipping through the channels with a bored expression with his other hand resting firmly on my ass cheek. I was half asleep myself, not being able to resist Dad’s comfortable hairy body, which proved to be a great pillow when needed.

The sounds of various TV programs hung in the air, from sports commentary to not-so-breaking breaking news. I looked up at Dad as I felt his remote-holding hand resting on the bed. His eyes were fighting off the onset of a powerful nap. He’s exhausted, I thought. How did I know that? Simple. The man had entered my room last night at around 1 am wearing nothing but a t-shirt, told me he snuck out with the excuse of a midnight piss and that we don’t have much time, then proceeded to climb on top of me and straddle my chest before feeding me his lengthy cock. I was barely awake, but I had enough consciousness to blow him properly, although I couldn’t take him fully and resorted to nursing on his head and slobbering all over it. I didn’t even get to say anything as he grabbed my head and fucked my mouth slowly and tediously, whispering “please” and “I just really need this” throughout.

It wasn’t long before I felt his dick pulsate and shoot it load down my throat directly into my belly. When his dick left my mouth, a string of cum made an arc between us as his still hard dick rose in front of my face. I was still really sleepy then, but overbearing musk awoke my own dick and made it tent my boxers, which were my only clothing when I slept. Since Dad’s late-night visits started, this has become a new habit of mine, who previously slept fully clothed. It just made everything much easier. I lowered my boxers and started jerking off furiously as I extended my head and lapped at his softening dick like a puppy, eventually taking his soft member entirely and toying with it inside my mouth. He squirmed on top of me, holding back his moans as he ground his crotch into my face. Soon, I felt my own orgasm approach and tugged on his hand. He backed away and lowered his face to my dick before taking it in his mouth. The sudden moist and warm cover pushed me over the edge, and I came hard. He kept his face on my dick until I finished, then got close to my face and hovered above it.

“Wh-what?” I asked, suddenly feeling the power drain from my body after my nut.

He didn’t say anything (not like he could) and kissed me, pushing my own cum into my mouth. I was taken aback and swallowed without resistance, accepting the second load into my belly. 

“What gives?” I asked, curious how he got the idea.

“It was in one of those pornos you liked.” He answered nonchalantly.

Oh, my sweet naive Dad, genuinely learning from porn has to be a first. He kissed me once more, quickly this time, before thanking me and getting up to go back to Mom. I also quickly fell asleep after, my boxers around my ankle and cum dribbling from my dick and mouth. 

Mom would’ve probably had a heart attack if she found me like that in the morning, which luckily didn’t happen since Dad came in first thing in the morning and covered me properly when I refused to wake up. Later, when Mom left, he carried me back to their bed and we had a quick fuck in missionary before collapsing on the bed.

Looking at him now, the post-nut bliss seemed to be digging its way into his brain, forcing him to let go and relax against the warmth of my body. Not knowing when we’ll wake up if we doze off now, I decided to snap him awake by taking the nipple I was playing with between my teeth and biting down gently.

“Ah- stop.” His expression remained the same except for his furrowed brows. His hand game my ass a light spank.

I took this as a challenge and bit down a bit harder. He yelled softly, his body jolting in place, and his face snapped into focus.

“What? Are you trying to see if any milk comes out?” He asked, pushing my head away with his hand.

“Maybe,” I replied, licking his palm.

“Ah- jeez, John,” He yelled again, removing his hand and letting my head fall back to his chest, before wiping my saliva on the side of my face. “You know that’s not where my milk comes from.”

“Pervert,” I said in a bored voice without moving my head.

“Yeah, yeah, yet you can’t stop asking for it yourself, you tiny slut,” He smirked, ruffling my hair.

“We can’t sleep now,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said again, fixing his position to sit with his back fully up.

I also got up and sat next to him. I took his rough hand, which wasn’t holding the remote, and held it close, leaving small kisses all over.

“What’s up, baby?” Dad asked, leaning his head against mine without looking away from the TV.

“The road trip is tomorrow.”

“Yeah? Are you excited?”

“What do you think?” I replied, making us both remember my outburst the other day.

“It’ll be wonderful, I just know it.”

“Alright, Joseph, give me some of that confidence, please,” I had started using his name whenever I could. It hasn’t clicked for me yet, but it was a start.

“I’m afraid if I give you anymore, it’ll start leaking all over my car seats.”

“Or worse, knock me up.”

His face took on a puzzled, slightly horrified expression. 

“JOKE! JOKE!” I laughed loudly. His inexperience with gay sex was quite funny at times. Obviously, he knew that was impossible, but he probably didn’t have fond memories of pregnancies. Realizing that, I gave him a peck on the tip of his nose.

“Sorry, too much.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, and grabbed my face with his hand, pulling me into another quick kiss.

“I can’t wait,” I whispered between kisses.

“Me neither,” he replied before diving back in.

…………………………………………….

“I can’t believe you guys are really doing this!” Mom exclaimed as she stood outside the running car.

We had next to no luggage. Just one bag with a change of clothing for each one of us. I had worn a red dress shit with rolled up sleeves and khaki shorts and white sneakers. Dad was wearing a black leather jacket above a white t-shirt that perfectly hugged his thick torso and biceps. He also wore a pair of old jeans and ranger boots. The whole look screamed ‘sexy daddy’ and I was all for it. I had to restrain myself from mounting him right there in the hall when I saw him. He seemed to like my clothes as well since he gave me a pretty painful slap on the ass when Mom wasn’t looking. 

“I honestly thought John was going to change his mind at some point, but here you are,” Mom continued, a smile plastered on her face as she looked us over one last time.

“At one point, I WILL start taking offense at your assumptions about me. Both of you,” I was trying not to talk to her too much to stop any guilt from forming in my mind. I was pretty convinced Dad is mine at that point, but the secrecy and taboo of it all still weighed on me whenever she was involved. This was one of the reasons for this trip. I was going to embrace this relationship no matter who was there. Just not my Mom, at least not now.

“Well, you guys enjoy your trip. I’ll miss you!” She kissed Dad goodbye, to which I winced.

“Goodbye, honey,” Dad said, putting on his sunglasses and finally stepping on the gas pedal. And off we went!

It took barely any time to get on the highway. We didn’t speak at the start, letting the air rush cool us and clear the stuffy car. I finally broke the silence once the clutter of houses and buildings subsided.

“Starting from now, I’m not calling you Dad and you’re not calling me Son,” I declared, head resting against the now-raised window.

“As you wish, Son,” He said with a smirk, his elbow poking outside as he relaxed his left arm on the open window.

I punched his arm lightly. “I’m serious, I don’t want us messing up since I plan on acting all lovey-dovey, alright?” I now sat excited in my seat at his provocation.

“Alright, alright, John. You got it. There will be no more Dad-Son talk. We’re just boyfriends now.”

“Cool,” still not used to his ease with dropping big labels like this, I turned back to the window to hide my embarrassment. 

“And since we’re on the subject of boyfriends, yours wants to talk to you about something,” he said and took my hand in his while the other held the steering wheel.

“Yeah?” I gave up and melted into my seat, waiting for his words.

“What do you plan to do in the future?” He asked nonchalantly.

“Kind of a heavy conversation starter, no?” I raised my eyebrows at the question that came out of nowhere.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you about your future plans for a while now,” he began, “but we were having so much fun at home I kept putting it off. When you said you wanted us to air out everything on this trip, I figured this is as good a time as it gets.” 

Future plans. The words echoed in my head as I gazed at him and the scenery outside through the windows. I hadn’t thought about this in quite some time. Indeed, we were having so much fun. I finally had a romantic relationship, no matter how improper it was, and it made everything else in my life take a backseat. 

“What about them?” I asked him.

“Do you have any?” He questioned me calmly.

“I had been thinking about college,” I explained to him, “Not sure what to major in yet. The gap year I’m taking has been nice, but I know it can’t last forever.”

“Do you hate studying?” 

“Not really. I was near the top of my class in school when I was barely applying myself. I don’t mind studying hard stuff, but I just don’t think it’s a good idea to go to college without a solid motivation. A real drive for something.”

“Even then, you have to get a college degree to make sure you don’t fall behind in life.”

“It’s not the same as before, D-” I cut myself off then corrected myself, “Joseph,” I could see him fighting his smile over my little trip.

“You can be successful without going to college. It’s not a must like before.” I continued.

“That’s a gamble. You’re gambling on success, or just any good outcome, without a backup plan. A college degree is a solid base for your career.”

“What career?” I asked sarcastically.

“I’m serious here,” he sounded like it too, “Even if it’s just a random degree, it can help you if you ever need to get better jobs in the future.”

“I get it, I get it,” I calmed him down, “I’m not against a college degree, I just don’t know where to start.”

“It’s simple. What do you wanna do in the future?”

“As I said, I’m not sure,” I pouted, “Whatever the job is, I feel like I’ll get bored with it really really quickly. I don’t have the passion to power me up for one type of work. The best thing I could think of is games, but even then, I prefer to play them rather than make them.”

“Even then-”

“Even then I have to get a job, I know,” I finished his thought, “I’m with you on that one, I do need to figure out something. It’s not like I wanna be a bum.”

The conversation was getting quite serious, but strangely, I didn’t find it annoying. It felt so great and refreshing to have such a conversation with my… with Joseph. He was trying to help me, and it was my part as an adult to respond properly. 

“Hey,” his hand caressed my cheek, “you don’t have to figure it out right now. I’m just chatting.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m glad you’re worried about me,” I told him, holding his hand on my cheek and bringing it closer to kiss it lightly.

He groaned slightly, which I found weird but didn’t overthink, then continued talking.

“But forget the getting-bored part just for a minute. Is there anything you’d like to do?”

I thought for a second before answering. “Probably working in a library.”

Dad raised his eyebrows, enough to be noticeable beyond his sunglasses. 

“Why a library?”

“Used to go there a lot as a kid, spent a giant chunk of my time after school reading or using their computers. It’s nice. The work there, from what I saw, is minimal, and the pace is just right in my opinion. I even volunteered a couple of summers.”

“A library sounds like a great place to work! Why not?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t been there a while,” I tried to remember the last time I went. Probably before COVID. 

“I’d like to visit it once we get back,” I said to myself.

“We’ll go together when we get back,” Dad jumped in, “but now, let’s focus on our trip. So, a library, huh? Not half bad. You can branch out to many things from there. Plus, if you like easy-going jobs, there are even more options.”

“Like what?”

“For starters, my job overseas-”

“Maybe let’s not!” I killed it before it came out. We already had enough trouble with that one, I don’t think I could mentally handle another round that goes on for God knows how many years. It was a testament to how strong-willed Joseph was that he could even bring it up. Sensing my panic, he quickly changed his approach.

“Yeah, maybe not. How about a security guard?”

“Sounds like a good idea, but it isn’t. The hours could be annoying, it’s not much of an easy-going job if you think about it, and I don’t think I have it in me to fight someone.”

“Most security guards I know have never fought someone in their lives.”

“Do you know zero security guards?”

“Don’t get smart with me,” He chided, “then, how about office work in general? Accounting, law, anything of the sort?”

“I think I’d rather watch paint dry. Hey, what did you study in college?” 

“IT. It’s a bit different now than back then, but the gist is the same.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah. Didn’t need to be passionate about it, but I liked it. It’s just a degree, John, not a life sentence.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah, it doesn’t need to define your future. You can change majors, drop out, or just not go if that’s what you ultimately want, but it’s important to consider everything.”

I didn’t respond as I thought about it, and the conversation died for a while. The weather wasn’t that hot today, and the cool rushing air refreshed us.

“So,” I broke the silence, “we tackled my future. What about you?”

“Huh?” He furrowed his brows.

“You. Your plans for the future. Do you plan to stay unemployed for now?” 

“Oh, that.” His expression cleared up. “No, I’ve been looking around.”

“Where?” I raised my eyebrow slightly.

“Nowhere particular. I’m seeing what jobs line up with my needs and wants.”

“Any luck so far?”

“Sorta. There are some nice offers, but I don’t want to settle for less when I can aim higher for now.”

“What were the offers? What’s your end goal?” I asked him excitedly.

“Most of them were construction work management, which lined up with my work experience. But I got this offer from a big company for a large-scale agricultural project. What they’re offering is alright, but the main draw for me is the project.” He answered my inquiries in a rather monotone voice.

“You like farming?” I knew he liked gardening in our backyard, but farming was a different field altogether, literally.

“Not on principle, no. But I do enjoy it from time to time. It’s very rewarding if you do it right.” 

“Can’t say I know the feeling, but if you like it, that’s enough for me.”

“There’s one problem.”

I didn’t miss the slight shift in his tone. He tried to keep his expression from changing, but I sensed it, having grown just close enough during our time together.

“Which is?” 

Just the tiniest pause.

“It’s out of town.”

And there it was.

“How out of town?”

“Out of state.”

Silence took over. His entire posture was frozen save for driving motions. I didn’t move either, fixing my gaze on the open highway in front of me, barely observing him from the corner of my eye. The information was heavy, but not crushing. I guess I had always mentally prepared for the worst, and this was way below what my mind conjured. I was able to keep my calm surprisingly well as the car’s humming drones on. For starters, this is just an offer. It didn’t mean anything. No moving truck had been called yet. 

“Well?” 

Joseph was the one to speak first. His poker face finally betrayed his worry about my reaction. 

“I’m not freaking out,” I assured him.

“That’s not-”

“Listen,” I breathed in, “Joseph,” it felt weird saying it out loud, almost undermining the weight of my words, but I pushed on, “no matter how much we love each other, it’s not like we can stay cooped up in the house latched on to each other. Eventually, whether it’s for my college or your work, we WILL have to grow outside our home.” 

“That said,” I continued, “if you feel good about this job, it’s not wrong to explore that possibility.”

“But what about us?” He asked softly.

“I have to admit hearing you say that makes me want to suffocate you with a hug, but I’ll settle for this for now,” I said and leaned against him, wrapping my arms around his free arm, “and we’re good. You’ll love me no matter what the distance between us, right?”

“Always,” he answered immediately.

“That’s what I thought,” I planted a kiss on his cheek, my lips lightly brushing his thick beard, “distance isn’t gonna separate us. Plus, it’s not the Stone Age. We can still see each other or work something else out.”

“I have to say,“ He coughed before continuing, ”you’re taking this way better than I expected.“

“Did you expect me to throw a tantrum like a 3-year-old?” I gave him a sharp look.

“No, but I did think you’d take it badly,” He sounded cautious.

“Such trust is why we’re together,” I sighed.

“Seriously, are you not worried?” He couldn’t help but ask again.

“Are you?” I shot back.

“Yes!” His chest heaved as he let out his emotions, “I JUST started getting used to these emotions, to this happiness. I don’t have it in me to start tearing away from it just yet.”

I stared at him, awestruck.

“I’m always amazed at how expressive you are…” I muttered before raising my voice and replying to him, “And you won’t have to! Do you think I’ll just go off with any rando from the street the moment you take a step outside the house?”

“Not like that! But you will want to move on,” he said, and I smacked his shoulder, “eventually.” He added hastily.

“Why don’t you just call me a whore?” I snapped.

“That is NOT what I said!“ His voice was agitated, ”I’m just saying that you’re young and you still have your whole life ahead of you. I don’t want you to feel chained down by someone whose time has ended like me.“

“Your time ends when you die, which isn’t happening any time soon unless you’re hiding something from me?”

“No, no, nothing like that. I’m talking about how things are naturally. We have 30 years between us. I don’t want you to grow up getting stuck changing my diapers because of an overdue attachment.”

“Why, in the deepest pits of hell, are you assuming you’ll be wearing diapers?” I was starting to get annoyed with the hypotheticals.

“You should always be prepared for the worst,” he said, matter-of-factly.

“Okay, okay,” I rubbed my eyes to refocus my mind, “we’re straying from the main point. Although we need to address this later, our main point right now is you moving away again for a job.”

He nodded.

“And I’m telling you we can make it work. You don’t need to limit your choices, just as I don’t need to limit mine, as I’m dating you. We’re a couple, Joseph, not a political relationship. We can grow alongside each other.”

“It’s not that easy,” he answered dejectedly.

“Then we’ll break up,” I immediately countered, “but we won’t get there unless we try, and I know you still wanna try!”

“I do,” he said and let out a heavy sigh, “there’s no winning with you…”

“Damn right there isn’t. You have yourself to blame for the stubborn streak if I’m being quite honest.”

We laughed. The silence that followed was easy, like the kind that settles after a good rain, when everything’s still damp but clean. Joseph’s hand stayed resting on the gearshift, close to mine. He didn’t move it, and I didn’t ask him to. Just being near him made me happy, as if we were validating our love by simply being near each other.

Outside the window, the highway unspooled like ribbon, flanked by endless badlands and the occasional gas station that looked like it hadn’t seen a paintbrush since the ’80s. But everything inside the car felt much cooler than the scorching exterior. Lighter. Like maybe we’d cracked something open and found it wasn’t as terrifying as we’d both thought.

We resumed talking after a while. Sitting cross-legged in my passenger princess throne, I asked him about his first time. He told me her name was Amelia, how she was uninterested in him despite his attempts at wowing her, and how she came on to him at a house party after her date ditched her. I asked how it went.

“Not great,” he grimaced through his laughter.

The party host did not tell his parents about that party, which was evident by their rabid shouting when they came home earlier than expected. They were trying to do it standing up, with her hugging him with her arms and legs as he tried to enjoy the moment amidst the intense physical exercise. The moment they heard the noises was when he finally shot his load. She jumped off, terrified, collected her clothes, and ran off. The suddenness of it all, while he was still in the post-orgasm daze, caused the condom to slip and his seed to splatter all over the floor, leaving a trail of drops to the door where she ran off, leaking from the bit of it that stuck to her leg.

I had a hearty laugh, and he asked about how my love life was before meeting him, if it’s so hilarious. I shook my head dramatically and told him I was a chaste virgin until I met him.

“No boyfriend? Crushes?“

I told him about Henry. He was a guy in my school. One of those short guys who used the gym to fight off his insecurities. He was stocky with a boyishly cute face despite his dark facial hair. He was straight, but that didn’t stop me from admiring the solid tank of man mass every time it passed me by the whole way. He was also on the rugby team, which meant I got to see him all sweaty in shorts from time to time. The whole “crush” didn’t amount to anything and faded just as quickly as it appeared.

“I guess I never really cared for anyone, since I was so used to being alone,” I stole a glance at Joseph, “until you brute forced your way in.”

“Thank you,” I added after a pause.

He seemed like he wanted to follow up with a snarky remark, but his face split into a smile at my words.

The mood stayed the same as we chatted all the way while the sun slowly set beyond the horizon. It was then that Joseph fell silent all of a sudden.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Nothing, I just…” his words trailed off as he slowed the car to a stop.

“What? What is it?” I was growing more confused.

“I just need a little break. You can stretch your legs outside for a bit.” He said, his hands clutching the steering wheel still.

“Like hell I will. What’s wrong with you? You were fine a few seconds ago.”

I tried to make him look at me, but he averted his gaze.

“It’s nothing. It’s just a little problem. I made a little mistake.”

“Which is?”

“Nothing important, it’ll fade away in a minute. Seriously, just go out and walk around the car for a bit.”

I was to object again when I noticed his crotch. The only reason it took me this long to notice was because of how fun talking with him has been, but it was very hard not to see the massive tent pitched in his crotch.

…………………………………………….

“HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA,” I was laughing, tears almost rolling from my eyes.

“Can you please stop…” He said in a very uncharacteristically embarrassed tone.

“No, yes, of course, I ju-” I paused to breathe, slowly steadying myself from the laughter shakes, “I just never thought you’d ever think of taking Viagra,” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.

“You were so excited about today, and I didn’t want to later halfway through, especially with how horny you get.”

“Says the guy who keeps sneaking into my room at midnight because he can’t wait till morning. No, sorry, this is too funny.” I resumed laughing.

“Will you shut up already!” His voice would’ve alarmed me had it not been laced with panic.

“Alright, alright,” I said, my laughter slowly dying down.

I put my hand on his warm big tent and leaned over. 

“What do you want me to do?” I whispered into his ear before licking the outside of it gently.

I felt his whole body stiffen up at the promise of sex. His chest was shiny with sweat from the heat now that the car was no longer moving, causing small stains to appear on the white shirt underneath his black leather jacket. He looked at me straight in the eye and kissed me. Pressing into me, we fell backwards with my back smashing against the car door while his tongue forced its way into mine.

“D- Joseph,” I moaned as his body pressed mine further, his tent poking me awkwardly in the abdomen. He was like a wild animal with all his pent-up lust and the aphrodisiac pumping through his veins, deaf to all but his own libido.

My legs kicked back a couple of times as they tried to hook themselves under him. When they did, I finally pushed him away. His eyes held surprise as his mouth left mine. 

“Not here, come,” I told him, caressing his cheek before opening the car door and heading out, guiding him behind me by grabbing his giant bulge. He followed me as if in a trance. We locked the car and moved behind a small hill to the side of the highway. There were various rocks scattered around, so I told him to sit down on one of the big ones. It seemed uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to care. His eyes were glazed over as he watched me unbutton his pants and pull out his dick with bated breath.

“Good morning, tiger!” I said with a smirk as his giant member extended above my face.

I slowly slapped my face with his dick, rubbing it all over. The heat and long car ride resulted in the strongest musk I remember smelling on him. I buried my face into his crotch and pubes, eyes closed and inhaling deeply, my head spinning from his strong pheromones. He was already leaking. Sticky drops of precum were being smeared across my face as I played with his dick before finally going in.

I started off with an expert blowjob that was honed by countless trials and muscle memory. The excitement of sucking Joseph’s big dick lost its edge some time ago, but the wonderful taste his giant meat gave me was more than enough to make me hard just thinking about it. I swriled my tongue around his head as I enjoyed the salty spit of his dick and sweat. 

All through that, Joseph had his head thrown back in pleasure, visibly aching for release, like holding his semen in was physically hurting him. When I started nursing on his head intensely, he lurched forward as his body surged with pleasure. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth right then without so much as a warning. 

I had the breath knocked out of me and struggled to take a breath as I was shaken helplessly. My body went limp against the floor as Joseph got overtaken by pleasure.

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” He yelled, too loudly for comfort.

I wanted to tell him to calm down, but all that escaped from me were muffled noises and lots of spit. Joseph took this as an opportunity to fuck through all that and use it as lube, my loose throat sending him into overdrive.

I prepared myself to receive his load as my hand got busy jerking my hard-on inside my shorts, but he had other plans. Pulling me off his dick just as suddenly as he put me on it, Joseph took a moment to catch his breath, which in turn allowed me a moment to catch my breath. He wiped the spit and drool spilling all over my face with his fingers and pushed it back inside my mouth as I sucked on it gently.

“Joummhmm,” I emitted a muffled, garbled voice as I steadied my breathing. Was I calling him? Did I ask him to continue? I don’t know. The wildness of the situation started getting to me and sending me into a sexual frenzy myself.

“It’s okay, baby. Come on, stand up.”

I felt his strong, thick arms help me stand as my legs wobbled from the rattling they had just received, but I was still able to stand up properly.

“Turn around,” he said, his tone demanding and urgent.

I did as told. He pushed me against the land height, hiding us from passersby with my hands stretched in front of me, supporting both our weight as his body pushed against mine from behind. Joseph kissed and bit at my neck as his hands pulled at my shorts, trying their hardest to get them off.

“Joe. Joe. Ouch, easy!” I said through labored breaths.

“Sorry, baby. I just need to get in there,” he said. His weight lifted a bit in an attempt to ease up on me while his hands finally found my shorts’ buttons. In one powerful motion, Joseph dropped my shorts to the ground. He was clearly surprised when he saw my ass right away, and even more when his hand felt the new found smoothness.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” I said, looking back at him with lust-filled eyes.

My whole body jumped when his palm struck my ass cheek. I cried out in pain as he struck me again, making my body weak in his hold.

“Such a perfect slut,” he said, his hunger seeping through every word.

He was clearly loving the surprise, his hands pawing and grabbing wildly at my soft ass. It took a lot of time and effort, but I managed to get it just right with my hole smooth and soft. He never said anything about me being hairy, but this new sight seemed to awaken something new in him.

“I need to fuck you. Right now,” He said without leaving any room for discussion.

“Do it. Take me,” I answered with the same passion as him. My hole had been itching ever since I shaved. It was calling out for a good dicking to scratch the itch of a its new look.

Joseph didn’t wait any longer. He spit a couple of times into his hand before lubing his dick up with it. Positioning his tool against my entrance, he grabbed my shoulders as he dug through my insides. It was a bit hard, but I pushed out with all my might, my legs shaking and moans high.

It didn’t take long for him to cum. Once he made it all the way inside me, he started slamming into me with all his might at a frantic pace. We rocked back and forth on the spot as our voices gradually got higher and higher. We were lucky no one decided to stop and check on our parked car because they would have heard the sounds of utter euphoria erupting from both of us. With a loud roar, Joseph pushed his dick as far as possible, his pubes grinding against my ass cheeks as he unloaded hot steamy cum deep inside me. The feeling of warmth spreading in my ass caused my hand to grip my dick harder than ever and send me over the edge. I shot my load in my shorts, the cum spilling over my knuckles and stains forming all over my shorts.

Joseph and I went rigid. It’s like we were trying to capture the moment and lock in the endorphins and adrenaline pumping through our bodies. He laid his head on my shoulder and sank into me. The way he got affectionate and grabby after cumming was a lovely sight to see. I slipped my hand through his hair as he stood still.

“Fuck, my shorts are ruined,” was the first thing I said.

“Come here,” he said, and dropped to his knees behind me.

Before I could ask, I felt his warm breath on my hole and gasped. Joseph went all in, burying his face between my cheeks and lapping dutifully at my freshly fucked hole. He had fucked the cum so deep into me, it took a minute to come back out. He licked my asshole clean a couple of time everytime a dribble of cum came out, and the feeling of his wet rough tongue against my smooth skin, along with the stick mess in my cortch, made me push harder into his mouth, my body sending waves of pleasure all over.

Once he had his fill, Joseph stood up and turned me around to face him. I looked at him with shaky eyes as he leaned in and kissed me. I opened my mouth and felt him pushing the collected cum into my mouth which I hungrily sucked up. 

“You liked that?” he asked, drawing away just enough to look at me properly. I nodded enthusiastically, and he smiled. We continued kissing with the glow of the setting sun behind us, oblivious to whatever might come our way.

Eventually, we returned to the car. Joseph was fine but very sweaty, not that I was complaining, and as for me, my shorts were a mess of sweat and cum, some of it even getting on my shirt. We debated continuing right away and getting to our motel, but ultimately decided against it since I would’ve stained the seat covers. He insisted it didn’t matter but I insisted I didn’t want the car to smell like cum and stink so he obliged.

“You don’t need to go over the top all the time, you know,” I told him while hugging him from behind.

“Whatever, just come here,” He shook his head and dragged me to the car.

I thought he was gonna try getting me in it again, but instead, he climbed on top and held out his hand.

“Come on,” he said warmly. I smiled and took his hand.

“How romantic!” I exclaimed as we laid there on top of the car with the quickly darkening sky above us. Joseph was on his back, and I was on my side against his chest. We huddled close to each other despite the heat as we observed the sky. 

In the silence of the empty land, there was no need for words from either of us. We had each other, and that was all that mattered at that moment.

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Author’s Note: Hello all! Thanks for reading so far! I hope you enjoyed my novice work, or that it at least helped you cum. I have to announce that Dad and Son Bonding will be going on break for now. I still have some ideas for the series but I currently have no motivation or inspiration to continue it, so I will put it on the shelf for now until I feel a good comeback brewing. Meanwhile, I think I’d love to try my hand at some other stories and genres which will hopefully be to your liking as well! 

Thanks again for reading!