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  • Max’s Gym Buddy

    As he finished up his workout with his 45 minute run on the treadmill, Max could feel his muscles starting to ache. He finally hit the 45-minute mark and did a short cool down walk and then hopped off the treadmill. He walked out of the workout room and headed to the locker room. Walking down the aisles of lockers, glancing out the side of his eyes all he saw was a few guys with towels around their waist, one guy looking through his bag while wearing a pair of black boxer-briefs, and one guy blow-drying his hair in the adjacent room the lead to the showers.

    Max unlocked his locker and opened his bag and brought out his towel. He slipped off his basketball shorts and a tank top and was just in the pair of jock-briefs he woke up in a few hours ago. He slipped them off and wrapped his towel around his waist and headed to the showers. All the shower stalls were taken, leaving only the communal showers across from the stalls. He slipped in and hung his towel up and turned on the shower. He stepped into the water and let it pour over his already aching muscles.

    As he lathered himself up and washed his body, he glanced over at the shower stalls and noticed one with the curtain pushed a little to the side and a pair of eyes looking at him. They moved as soon as he looked over, but he could see the body in the stall. The muscular thighs lead to calves that were bulging and toned. He looked up and saw that above the thigh was the always hot “V-line” of a very well sculpted man. He noticed that there was a shadow of an, at least, semi-erect dick on the thigh.

    Max turned away and began lathering up more of his body, spending a little more time than normal on his package just to tease whoever was watching him in the stall. He normally wouldn’t do such a thing but after the new boost of his confidence the past week he decided to play along. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and could tell the guy had moved to the side again to be able to see him. He decided to continue rubbing his dick to play with the admirer and drive him a little crazy since he was obviously interested.

    Max was fully hard right and there was no hiding it. He turned sideways where anyone in the stalls looking out could see his impressive 8 1/2 cock sticking straight out. He glanced over and saw that the man in the stall was obviously stroking his own dick behind the curtains.

    Max turned off the shower heads and grabbed his towel, wrapped it around his waist, and positioned his dick so it wasn’t as visible. He walked through the showers and to his locker room and to his locker. Spinning the combination in he clicked the lock open and grabbed his duffel bag. He grabbed the pair of blue and gray bikini-briefs and slipped them on. Max noticed a shadow behind him move to the lockers across from his own and he glanced to see who it was. The man’s back was ripped and as he reached and grabbed things from his locker his muscles moved and bulged. His shoulders were broad and it was like a ball on each shoulder from the muscles wrapped around the shoulder blade. His biceps were just as impressive, bulging from a fresh workout. The guy was totally ripped, and Max couldn’t help but notice and glance a few more times trying to not be obvious.  

    Max continued glancing and then noticed as the man let the towel drop and balled it up, tossing it aside. His ass was perfectly sculpted to what people would say is like a “Greek God.” And this man had to have been the epitome of it. Suddenly he glanced back and made eye contact. Max continued looking at him and then he winked. Max smiled and looked back down to continue getting his clothes. His heart was racing thinking and wondering if that was the mystery man in the shower stalls. Grabbing his basketball shorts he slipped them on and pulled them up. After putting on his shirt he glanced back to see the man had put on a pair of Calvin Klein white briefs and his huge muscled bubble butt filled them out amazingly.

    The man was around 6 foot 2, a lean and muscular body. He had wavy medium length dark brown hair and perfectly trimmed body hair to match. Other than the very short hair on his chest his stomach and washboard abs were smooth expect a tiny treasure trail leading to the waistband of his briefs.

    Max had always found white briefs to have a “hot” factor, even though most guys bashed them. It was something about the All-American classic feel. He glanced again to see the man was turned sideways, revealing that for the amount of muscle and ass in the back of the briefs there was just as much of an impressive and large package in the front. He felt the blood begin pumping, rushing towards his dick.

    “Hey,” Max heard from behind him. He looked and turned around to see the broad muscled guy standing directly behind him. 

    “Hello,” Max said, quietly almost in a whisper. 

    “You have an awesome body, and amazing cock,” the guy said in a whisper, smiling at the end. Max straightened up and looked at him. Now that he was closer he could see his perfectly defined pecs and huge bicep. He had a dusting of hair on his chest, but his abs and stomach was smooth. His six-pack was completely ripped, and Max suddenly felt very aware of how much hotter this guy was. He glanced down and noticed that the man had not put any bottoms on and was standing in front of him in only his pair of very, very tight white briefs. Max’s cock pulsed from the view.

    “My name’s Derek,” the man said while extending his hand.

     “Max. Nice to meet you,” Max responded and shook his very strong hand. He felt the warmth emitted from Derek’s strong muscular hand before they parted.

    “Not to be forward, but would you like to go to my place and hang out?” Derek asked, tilting his head in Max’s direction. 

    “Sure,” Max said back, a slight quiver in his voice.

    “Awesome!” Derek said in a normal tone. He turned around and walked back to his locker. Max watched as his brief-clad ass swung back and forth, bouncing up and down in the thin white fabric. Max turned and put his clothes in his backpack and zipped everything up. He closed the locker door and turned towards Derek. As he walked he saw Derek bend over to put on some basketball shorts, noticing that he could see the lump pushing in his crotch even from behind from Derek’s impressive package. 

    “I live at Green Oaks, across from campus,” Derek said. 

    “Okay, I will meet you there,” Max responded a slight drop in his voice from his nerves. Derek turned and headed out of the locker room with Max following behind him.

    Max parked his car in the visitor section of the parking lot. He walked and saw the pickup truck he had seen Derek get in. He thought back to how huge and muscular the guy was. He instantly got nervous from how good he looked and not feeling he could score such a mutual attraction.

    Derek waved from one of the apartment entrances. Max made his way over and met with him. He turned and went up one of the flights of stairs and headed for a door right outside the stair landing. He opened the door and motioned for Max to enter. 

    “Thanks,” Max said, stepping into the apartment. He looked and saw it was neat and smelled amazing. The decor was nothing grand, just a simple bachelor’s pad. He walked past Derek into the living room.

    “I guess you figured out I was the one watching you in the showers,” Derek said while walking towards Max.

    “Well,” Max chuckled, “I deduced the probability to be most likely you.”

    “Yeah, I really don’t normally do that,” Derek had a slight nervousness to his voice, “But, your body and cock was so amazing it got me going.” Max smiled and looked up at him.
    “Well, I won’t lie. You wearing white briefs got me going,” Max said and glanced to the side.
    “Really?” Derek responded, “Normally people think they  are dorky or shit and try to get me to wear boxer-briefs or something,” Derek smiled. 

    “Hell no. Tighty whiteys are the hottest thing on a guy,” Max looked up and smiled at Derek.

    “God damn. I think so too!” Derek smiled back. 

    “I’ve always thought so,” Max added. 

    “I agree,” Derek said and reached down, untying the drawstrings of his basketball shorts. He loosened them and then slipped a finger in the waistband. He glanced up at Max whose eyes were shifting between the shorts and Derek’s eyes that were focused down. Slowly, Derek began slipping the shorts lower. Past the waistband and eventually down his huge muscular thighs, the shorts dropping to the floor.

    “Fuck,” Max mumbled. He looked to see Derek reaching and taking his t-shirt off, leaving him in just the pair of Calvin Klein white briefs. Max could feel his cock pulsing more and more, stretching against the tight bikini-briefs he wore under his own shorts. 

    Derek reached over and patted the bulge in Max’s shorts. Smiling he looked Max in the eyes. His own cock was growing very rapidly, pressing down in the very tight fabric. Max let out a light moan as he continued rubbing the growing bulge. 

    Max put his hand out and touched the package in front of him continuing to increase in size. He grabbed and felt the huge piece of a masculine man wrapped in the thin white fabric. Max felt a hand graze through his head and bend his head back. He looked to see Derek leaning down in the motion to kiss him. Max responded by lightly closing his eyes and flicking his tongue to begin playing with Derek’s. Both hunks moaned lightly into one another mouth. 

    Derek wrapped his arms around Max and grabbed both ass cheeks with his muscular hands, squeezing and pulling Max closer against his ripped and bulging chest. Max let his lower body be pulled until he felt his hard cock pressing against Derek’s even bigger package. His own dick was throbbing and pulsing and he could feel the pre-cum rising through his shaft. He moaned again, this time, a litter louder and he heard Derek give a very deep manly grunt. Both continued batting each others tongues back and forth, pushing back and forth. 

    Derek was experiencing complete extasy rubbing his hands all over Max. He was rock hard, if not the hardest he had ever been. He kept thinking and wondering if Max was a bottom. As he grabbed and squeezed his ass he wanted his cock to slide in the hot bubble-butt more and more. He grunted and then heard Max moan, and at the same time buckle his hips backward against Derek’s hands. Derek had a pretty good feeling about the boy now. He leaned back and smiled, seeing that Max’s eyes were half rolled back in his head.

    Max looked up into Derek’s light blue eyes and felt weightless. Both his ass cheeks were cupped in his strong hands, lightly squeezing back and forth from right to left. He pressed his hips back, pressing against Derek’s hands. He responded by opening his fingers and lightly slapped his right cheek, pulling Max towards himself. He felt Max’s hard cock pressed against his own, and he knew that the white brief fabric was probably about to split from his massive 10.5-inch cock pressing out. 

    Derek had been blessed very young. Growing up he always noticed that his penis was larger and bigger around than his brothers. They even made fun of him, at the time. That soon changed as they got older and realized that Derek was the blessed one. At a steady 10.5 inches long, his cock was also 7 inches in girth. It was the epitome of a “horse hung” cock. He loved wearing tighter jeans that pushed his package up and out and constantly saw both guys and girls glancing down in disbelief. He had learned to love it and strut along, letting his cock and tennis ball size testicles bounce around.

    Max could feel the man meat pressing against his own cock he had always been told was larger. Compared to Derek though, he looked tiny. Just when Max thought that it would stop growing it just got bigger. Finally, he looked down to see what looked like almost 11 inches and the girth was indescribable. The briefs Derek was wearing was fully pulled away from his body on all sides and even the top of the waistband. Max could see down to a very nicely trimmed bush and the base of the biggest cock he had seen, even online.
    Derek saw that Max was looking down at his crotch. He debated what he would say, if anything. Eventually, he pulled again and gave Max another kiss. 

    “It’s a little on the big side,” Derek said in a low raspy voice. 

    “A little? Dude, I’ve never seen a cock that big,” Max responded and reached out and grabbed it under the material. As he pawed and rubbed he heard Derek give the manliest low deep groan and moan. It instantly sent a shock of sexual desire down his body. He felt his own cock become even harder. He glanced up to see Derek looking directly at him. Max smiled.

    “Well, I was gifted, what can I say?” Derek quipped and looked at Max. 

    “Dude, I don’t know if I can take it,” Max responded with hesitation in his voice. 

    “Buddy, I won’t hurt you. Coming with a huge cock I’ve learned to use it properly and not hurt people,” Derek looked and gave a reassuring smile.

    Max felt another surge of bliss from Derek’s very assured way of talking about his manhood. The way he was sure of his abilities. Max took a half step back and began kissing, licking, and nipping at Derek’s firm chest. 

    “Fuck,” Derek moaned and leaned his head back. Max continued nipping and used his other hand to flick Derek’s other massive pec and nipple. Derek again gave the low and deep grunt that made Max’s knees buckle. He continued down, licking the impressive six-pack bulging. He leads his way until his face was directly in front of the massive piece of manhood he was wanting. He reached up and slipped his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled down. The fabric pulled tight against Derek’s big thighs and bubble-butt. Finally, the huge cock flopped out and pointed at Max. He couldn’t believe the size he saw in front of him. 

    “God damn,” Max breathed out.

    “It’s not as . . . “ Derek got out before Max interrupted. 

    “Don’t say it’s not as big as it looks. It is just as fucking big as it looks!” Max exclaimed, “It’s the size of my forearm!” Max said, rising his arm up to put the cock on his forearm.
    “Well, I guess,” Derek said and chuckled at the end.

    Max rubbed his forearm against the flesh of the biggest penis he had ever seen. Derek responded with a moan and a breath out. His hips pushed forward, causing his cock to get even closer to Max. One deep inhale and he could smell the manly clean smell coming from Derek. Suddenly he grabbed the dick forcefully and aimed it at his mouth. He opened wide and stuck his tongue out and began licking all around his cock head.

    “Holy fucking shit,” Derek stammered. His eyes shot up and continued rolling in his head as he gasped for a breath of air. Max continued licking and slowly slipping the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. Max tasted pre-cum already which showed how turned on Derek was.

    “God, dude, you are fucking amazing.” Derek whispered.

    Max looked up and grinned.

    Max felt Derek’s hands move and grab his ass. He was suddenly turned around and his legs stood apart, his sweet plump bubble butt pointed out and his back arched. Derek reached up and grabbed the waistband of his bikini-briefs and pulled them down. He saw the taught toned ass was spreading apart and revealing a pink smooth skin. 

    “Oh, fuck yeah dude,” Derek said breathing out. He bent down and began wiggling his tongue in toward Max’s tight hole. Suddenly he slapped both hands on each ass cheek and forcefully spread his sweet cheeks. Max moaned and leaned forward feeling his legs buckle. He arched his back further and pushed his ass towards Derek. He could feel his scruffy stubble against his smooth hole and it was driving him crazy.

    “Oh, fuck,” Max breathed out, realizing his cock was rock hard between his legs and pre-cum was rising quickly. Derek leaned back and yanked his bikini-briefs all the way down and Max stepped out and then set his feet apart and arched his back again. Derek reached back up and spread the plump ass cheeks apart again and dragged his tongue from the soft skin below Max’s balls to the top of his crack. As he skimmed over his hole he felt himself pulse. Derek reached between his legs and grabbed his rock solid cock and pulled it through his legs, taking it in his mouth and pushing it down his throat.

    “Holy fucking Jesus Christ,” Max moaned, “Oh my God, fucking hell,” Derek grinned with the cock in his mouth and continued swirling his tongue along Max’s long slender cock. He could taste the pre-cum seeping out of his cock at a quick rate and loved the taste of the sweet boys young cum. He slid his mouth up and down, his Max’s balls landing on Derek’s face when he pressed his cock further into the back of his throat.

    “Baby, eat my hole again,” Max said half moaning at the end. Derek could only oblige and slid his watering mouth up and began lapping at the clenched down hole. He continued working it more and more, pushing his tongue further in. He could feel the more time he spent swirling his tongue around and shooting his tongue in his tight hole became just a little loser. Derek’s own cock was pointed straight out, rock hard and anticipating stretching the sweet hole open.

    “You ready for my cock, baby?” Derek said in a deep sexy voice.

    “God, yes,” Max replied in a soft quiet voice mixed with sexual tension and pleasure. He still stood with his legs apart and his tight plump ass sticking out revealing his hole that was all but ready for Derek. 

    Derek stood up and ran his hands up Max’s back, one of his hands grasped under Max’s upper pubic bone and the other placed on his right shoulder. Max felt Derek start rubbing his cock on top his hole and pulling him back. It filled all in-between his cheeks and Max felt his stomach tighten at the thought of him trying to enter. 

    “Oh, baby. Fuck I love this ass,” Derek said again in the deep sexy voice Max was already loving so much. Max felt Derek’s grip tighten on his shoulder and the pulsing member in-between his ass. He closed his eyes and listened to Derek’s heavy breaths. Finally, Derek broke the silence and spoke in an even deeper voice. 

    “You ready to take this horse hung cock, baby?”

    “Oh God yes,” Max moaned. Derek chuckled at his eagerness. 

    Derek continued sliding his cock up and down, driving Max even crazier. Finally, he moved back slightly and Max could feel the head of his cock was positioned directly on his hole. He pushed back slightly but was overwhelmed by the size of the member. He gasped, and let out a breath of air. 

    “Easy cowboy,” Derek said, letting out a laugh at the end. He then gripped his hip and shoulder very strongly and began a very slight pulsing movement, slowly pressing against Max’s hole. He could feel the strength in his hands that drove him crazy. He continued this more and more, and Max could feel his hole loosening ever so slightly. He was amazed at the talent Derek had. He could feel the tennis ball sized testicles slap the smooth underside of his cock every so often. 

    “Okay baby,” Derek said, and he could feel him push down on his lower back and begin moving back. He could feel his hole stretching more and more and a slight pain shoot through his body equally met with a burst of sexual pleasure. He expected Derek to stop, but only felt him continued to pull him towards his body. Then he felt a pop as the huge head of Derek’s cock entered his body fully.

    “Oh fuck!” Max exclaimed, more in pleasure than pain. 

    “Easy baby,” Derek said strong and confident, “Easy. Yeah, take that horse hung cock.” Max could feel as he continued sliding it in, inch by inch. He then could feel a slight tickle, and realized that Derek’s bush of pubic hair was brushing against his smooth skin. He looked back to see Derek’s bent knees, up his tight muscle-bound body and meeting his eyes.

    “God damn, boy,” Derek said, “You just took it all!” Derek smiled. He felt him begin pulling out and lightly pulsing in and out, and realized his own cock was rock hard. He never did become soft when he got fucked, proving to whoever was fucking him that he loved ever second.

    Derek moved the hand from his hip up to his other shoulder and began moving in and out at a more steady pace. Max moaned with pleasure at the same time Derek grunted in a deep tone. They continued until Max realized that Derek had stepped up the pace and was really fucking him hard. His balls were slapping him harder, and as Derek’s pelvic bone hit his ass there was a slap.

    “God, yes,” Derek grunted, “Take. My. Fucking. Cock.” This caused Max to begin pushing back on Derek, increasing the intensity of slaps. He couldn’t believe he was taking an almost 12-inch cock, balls deep, and loved every second. Derek was equally impressed at his talent. They continued more and more, and Derek was sweating. Max looked back to see the hunk had beads of sweat dripping down his sculpted body. His own cock was bouncing up and down still hard as a rock. He reached down and began stroking it, feeling Derek’s balls slap his hand.

    “Holy fuck,” Derek said, “Dude, I’m going to cum!” Derek continued sliding in and out and looked at Max in the eyes.

    “Blow your fucking load in my ass!” Max exclaimed. Derek obviously found this hot because he continued pumping harder and harder, shoving his cock further in, causing Max to yelp in pleasure. 

    “Oh, FUCK!” Derek said, and Max felt him slam his cock in the furthest it had gone. Then he felt Derek grab his hips and pull him closer, Derek’s pubes smashing into his ass.

    “Oh fuck yeah, baby,” Max screamed, “give me that fucking load!” And just as he said this he felt pulse after pulse as streams of cum hit him inside. He felt the warmth envelop his body and the pulsing of Derek’s cum inside him.

    “Oh fucking hell,” Derek said, “take my seed baby!” And Max could only push back further, causing Derek’s cock to pulse and shoot another last load from his cock. 

    Max felt Derek begin pulling his cock out and finally it broke free. He felt his hole gaping open from the size of the member, and a slight stream of cum drip out. Max collapsed on the bed beside them, his legs still spread apart, ass cheeks open and hole exposed. He felt Derek’s finger sliding on his ass, playing with the drop of cum that had slipped out. He moaned. 

    “Shit. No one has ever been able to take me like that,” Derek said, leaning down.


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  • My first experience turned rough

              Let me start by describing myself. I’m 21 year’s old, about 5″10 and a little on the heavier side. Since I was young enough to start understanding how sex worked I was always curious about having a “Gay” or “Bi-Sexual” experience. Even after losing my virginity at 17 with a past girlfriend of mine, I still had a great amount of curiosity and sexual desire to try it out. I always imagined myself being a macho guy, and maybe the most have a guy blow me and maybe I would try and give a blowjob as well but didn’t know how I would feel about doing it. Which leads me to a night about 3 months ago which was the night I was finally took the plunge.

              It was a Friday night in January and a couple of friends and myself went out to a local bar in my neighborhood. Usually after a night out my friends drop me back home around 2am or so and I stumble inside my house and go to bed. Except this night I was feeling adventurous and had a slight buzz working in my advantage, some would call it “liquid courage.” Instead of heading in for the night I got into my car and drove to a park & ride. For those of you who don’t know what a park & ride is, its more or less an empty parking lot for commuters to car pool from. But after midnight it turns into a gay cruising spot. It was no secret that this place existed because growing up everyone in school knew what it was and we would avoid it, instead we’d go hang out in another parking lot and drink. Regardless I drove myself that night 3 months ago to that park & ride and parked. The parking lot had a lot of action on this Friday night, and by the time I got there it was about 2:30am. Here’s where the story picks up. 

             I parked in the corner of the lot and waited nervously. First car that pulled up was a black Acura with tinted windows. The window cracked and the gentleman asked “What are you into?” I told him that I was new at this and wasn’t really sure what I wanted, the guy rolled up his window and drove away. Immediately after A red Chevy Tahoe approached, driving was a white man in his 50’s, as soon as he rolled down his window I could see his hard cock in his right hand. He said “Hey, why don’t we go for a ride and see what happens.” I told him I was new at this and was unsure about the experience I wanted to have. After 5 minutes of back and for and getting to know each other I turned off my car and hopped in his truck. He drove about 10 minutes away to a small little lot behind a shopping center which was very dark and secluded. He asked if I was comfortable touching his cock, so I reached over and did so. His cock was about 5 inches and decent girth as it laid on his thigh soft. So i started stroking it from the passenger seat, my hand was trembling because I was very nervous still. His cock started getting hard but not fully erect, then he asked if I would like to try and suck. So I sat up from the seated position, and put my knees on the passenger seat and put my head down to his lap. I guided his cock into my mouth and kept it there. He instructed me to move my head up and down, and let the cock slide into & out of my mouth. I wasn’t sucking much past the head of his cock, just pretty much the head and a little bit of his veiny shaft. I felt it grow harder as it was in my mouth, and my mouth was salivating more and more. This continued for about 5 more minutes. I pulled it out and took a look at it, his cock was about 7 1/2 inches now and fully hard. He started asking me to put more of it in my mouth and try and suck it deeper

              I agreed and said that I would try, with the first deep swallow I gagged and my eyes watered, from that point on I was no longer in control. He put his hand on the back of my head and started to thrust his hips upward. Every thrust gagging me more & more. After 15 seconds of that I went to pull my head away and spit out his cock. He held my head near his cock and said “Now listen, the more you fight it the rougher it will be.” Then he started smacking his cock on my cheek and forehead, while holding my head near his balls. At that moment in my life I have never felt so powerless and weak. As weird as a sensation as it was was turning me on so much. He then said “This cock ain’t going to suck itself bitch.”  He then held his cock upright and I proceeded to start sucking again. His cock was so deep in my mouth his balls were hitting me in the right cheek and chin. Every time I went to pull away he just thrusted up and fucked my mouth harder. This proceeded for about 10 more minutes. He then said “Open up that throat bitch, and open that mouth I don’t want to feel teeth.” After smacking my face with his cock again he shoved it back in and fucked my throat for another 5 minutes. Then in a split second both of his hands shoved my head down harder than before and his cock cut off my air supply. He then proceeded to cum right down my throat, I was gagging and gagging trying to pull his cock out but his strength overpowered mine. Finally he released my head and I leaned up and back to the passenger seat of the truck. I had cum dripping out of my nose, I guess from gagging and tears running down my face. At that moment I then knew what my position was and couldn’t believe how turned on I was. He looked at me and said “You need more practice, but don’t worry I’ll get you right with time.” I honestly didn’t know how to answer him, I just replied “thanks.” 

           He then drove me back to my car and said “Get out, and if you would like source of protein again you know where to find me bitch boy. Maybe next time I’ll explore that tight fat ass of yours, but If I do it wont be gentle! I take what I want so keep that in mind if you come back.” 


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  • Landscaped & Manscaped

    Landscaped / Manscaped 

    Pt 1

    The final adjustments on the irrigation system were just about finished. The crew had re-staked one of the 15 ft. palm trees that the wind had shifted. All of the punch list is now completed on this massive three week landscape install, yet I was anything but happy for this job to be over.

    Not one to ever mix business with pleasure, I had it bad for this customer. It took every bit of will power not to tackle him on the spot and have my way with.

    Each evening for the last few weeks Mr. Rackman would come out to look at the days accomplishments. Never demanding, always complimentary, easy going and appreciate. If all clients were this professional and easy to get along with the world would be better indeed. Not to mention his stunning good looks.

    Classically square jawline, so sharp and defined you could cut butter with it. Jet black hair slicked back with just the right amount of wave in it to make it look perfect unkempt or tousled. Darker complexion, European / Latin of some mix and his deep brown eyes that looked into your soul when speaking. They sparkled like a second smile on his face.

    Yep I was smitten. After 25 successful years in the landscape business, I know I have to reign in my big dick from time to time and keep it tucked in my pants. Or else. Or else the little head in the big dick could get me in serious trouble.

    I am what some refer to as the ‘blue collar’ type. More ruggedly handsome I guess. Powerful build from years of digging ditches, hauling rocks, lugging trees. Aside from my addiction to the gym I love using my powerful frame and muscles to earn a living outdoors and in nature. I dusted off my work jeans and headed to let him know we were wrapping up and leaving.

    ‘Fuccccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkk’! I almost gasped. At least I hope I did not say what I was thinking outload. Opposite of my rugged blue collar looks and build, Mr. Rackman had always been the more preppy dresser. Not pretentious but classically comfortable and put together. But today. Oh hell no. He had to answer the door in a pair of faded perfectly fit blue jeans, white button down long sleeve shirt, unbuttoned all the way. And barefoot! Did he just step out of a Calvin Klein ad or my own wet dream?

    “I. —    Um….”   I am so caught off guard – “uh. Mr. Rackman, aghum. We are finishing up.”  I am raping his good looks with my eyes.

    “Would you care to inspect the work?” I finally sputter out.

    My eyes study every perfect detail of his face. Down to his hairy chest, I had never seen him shirtless before. He is immaculately manscaped with short clipped chest hair. The pattern fans out from his perfect erect tan nipples, fanning out in delicious circles until it meets in the center of the two sculpted chest muscles.   From there it runs down his flat abs in a perfect line with waves spread out on each side before disappearing behind the undone top button of his jeans.

    ‘Holy shit’, his top button is undone. I must be dreaming all this. But within mere split seconds I had the image of him burned deep into my memory for later when I needed to recall it. My spank bank collection.  

    “Jake!” I hear my name. His voice snaps me out of my dream state.

     “Want to join me for a beer or glass of wine” he politely asks. “To celebrate such an incredible job on my garden.”

    “I don’t want to intrude Mr. Rackman.” I begrudgingly turn down his offer.

    “First off” he corrects me, “my name is Trevor, not Mr. Rackman and secondly I would enjoy your company it would be my pleasure. You and your crew have done an incredible job for me”.  He lifts his aviator sunglasses up from his eyes so I can tell he is intent and serious.

    Did he just look me up and down? Well damn, now I have to stay and have that drink to find out.

    “Let me get the guys loaded up on their way.” I glance over my shoulder as I walk away. “I nice glass of wine does sound good.” I toss back over my shoulder as I walk off.

    After the guys have finished the last cleaning I help them load up and see them off back to the office. I find Mr. Rackman, Trevor, sitting on the back patio when I return. There are two glasses of white wine glistening in the late evening sun.

    “Would you like to see your new and improved back yard” I gesture grandly at the very impressive garden we had created. From the new raised patio, leading around to the rear of the pool on a flagstone path, lined with bougainvillea, hibiscus and Mandeville a tropical paradise is now thriving in the city for this discerning client. The Flag stone path leads around to a pergola in the rear section of the yard. Complete with built in sitting areas a fire pit and outdoor kitchen.  Out the other side of the pergola, the path continues on around the pool entirely circling the back yard on a well laid out path to enjoy the entire landscape.

    The guided tour is accompanied by praise and approval from another satisfied customer. Questions answered regarding care and maintenance, which my company offers for a weekly service I add.

    We both stroll slowly, me not wanting to leave and him I assume taking in all the renewed beauty of his landscape. Plus the perfectly cut Levi’s show one very inviting ass when he is leading the way and I lag behind to catch a glimpse.

    We make it around the yard inspecting the new gardens and stone work making our way back to the rear patio of his impressive residence.

    “I believe this is your final payment” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a check.

    He steps closer handing the check to me, and in the same motion his free hand lands on my exposed arm squeezing a hand full of my biceps. I freeze, but subconsciously flex it as I do when any male fondles my muscles.

    “And with that. We are no longer in a business transaction.”  The hand on my biceps slide up behind my neck and pulls me in forcefully. His lips meet mine in a wildly sensual kiss.

    At first I am stunned, I neither kiss back, nor pull away. Shocked. Thrilled. Confused. It takes a minute before his relentless intrusion into my mouth sinks in and I kiss him back with as much gusto as he is feeding to me.

    “I have been waiting to do that since the second you first showed up here to give me a bid” he pulls back just enough for us to catch our breath.

    “Don’t stop now then” I smile my best smile.

    “Damn” I look at him deeply.

    “I am glad you did that.” I pull in again for another round of tongue wrestling with this Greek god.

    The passionate kissing lasts for what must be half an hour. We are lost in deep lusted passion with no rush and zero hesitation from either of us.

    We split apart and smile giggly smiles at each other.

    “Do you mind if I shower. I must stink something awful” as I run my hands over his perfectly dusted hair covered pecs and flick each nipple for effect.

    He shows me the way to the pool cabana, arranges a towel for me. Leans back against the tiled counter as I remove my shirt.  I slowly list the hem up reveal each section of my torso with exaggerated motion. Giving him a little taste of what yet may come.

    “I have dreamed of this image for weeks.” He says as much to himself as to me. His eyes do not meet mine, instead they are glued to my hard earned muscles. Honestly I never tire of that lust filled look. It is a total turn on for me or most any gym rat.

    “Would you do me a favor?” I ask. After I drop my t-shirt to the floor beside us.

    “Sure” he raises an eyebrow preparing for a surprise.

    My hands reach for his slender waist pull and him tightly for another kiss.

    “Can you remain just like that until I can undress you” I ask between nibbles on his lips.

    “Sure” He kisses me back. Relieved it was not going to be some issue.

    “When you came out of the house, I must admit I damn near creamed my jeans if you couldn’t tell.” I step back and admire this incredibly handsome man before my eyes.  

    “Dressed as you are, is my all-time fantasy for any good looking sexy man as yourself.  Bare feet and all.”  I run the back of my hands up his hairy abs sending shivers across his body.

    “Damn Fine” I mumble before he exits and leaves me to shower.

    This may have been a world record fastest shower for me, but I still made sure to come out squeaky clean, I was leaving nothing to chance for this man.


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  • Two Guys and Magnum P.I

    When I was a kid back in the 70s, I would hang out at old department stores and cruise bathrooms for cock. I was a curious boy you see, and, being an only child, and, a brat, I pretty much did whatever I wanted, when I wanted. Especially when my parents were bickering, which, they always did back then, and it was so darn easy to slip away.

    One of the most frequent places they would go was this place called Two Guys. It was huge! Lots of different departments for me to hang out at and get lost behind furniture, clothes racks, shelves, you name it. It even had an arcade with snack bar, which was at the far end of the building. 

    On the other end of the building sat the bathrooms. And it seemed miles away from all the other departments. They were nestled in the far back, with a dingy, small hallway with low-lighting that roped around a corner into even more low-lighting. 

    That’s where the shit went down. 

    Sometimes, because I was a brat, I would stop at the pet department which wasn’t far from the hallway and squirt bottles of shampoo into the fish tanks and watch with wonder as they gobbled up the poison and swam to the surface with fear as the suds foamed around them and they dropped back down, then shot back up to the surface, twisting their fishy bodies like crazy, and getting lost in all the suds. 

    I don’t know why I did strange things like that. I guess it was all the frustration of being an only child with crazy folks who were so busy hating each other, that I had to take it out on someone. So, why not fish? 

    One time, the suds filled the tanks and oozed over the sides causing quite a ruckus for the employees to mop it all up. I would get a kick out of watching them from behind shelves, amazed at all the mayhem I could cause. 

    But, when it came time for me to hit the bathrooms, I didn’t goof around too much. I was very cautious of the place, and very careful of what men to approach. 

    A lot of times, I would just watch. Especially in the beginning when I lifted a box of Goobers and Cherry Lemon Drops and darted into one of the stalls so I could woof them down. 

    That was when the first encounter happened. It was someone on the other side of the stall that kneeled down and started playing with himself. 

    I was scared shitless. Here I was, sitting on the toilet, in my flip flops, blue shorts and Farrah Fawcett t-shirt watching the man go faster and faster against the wall, whispering…

    “Hey kid. You want to watch me bust?”

    Bust, what? I thought. What the hell was he talking about? 

    Though, I couldn’t see his dick, I could see the shadow of it getting bigger on the floor, and these big hairy balls dropping down between his legs. 

    If I remember correctly, though it’s been awhile, they even touched the floor which I thought was really gross because the floors in the bathroom were really cruddy. And cold. Some of the stalls even had cigarettes, wet toilet paper, and used condoms, which, I mistakenly picked up, not knowing what they were at first, (a kid in school later told me what they were for) and tasted one. 

    It was salty and nasty, and the flavor stayed on my mouth all day long. Gross! 

    Anyway, whoever he was, he didn’t cum because someone came into the bathroom and started pissing and he quietly got up, tucked everything back into his shorts, including his balls, which, I had no idea how he got those big fuckers back inside. 

    So, that’s all it took, that weird, sensational, moment, and I was off to the races. Hitting the old bathrooms whenever I could, while my parents, sometimes my grandmom, strolled around the store bickering. 

    Often, whenever the bathrooms weren’t very busy, I would have to walk around the store and eye up different men, hoping to lure them down into the bathrooms. 

    Oh My God! One time, and I still jerk off to this moment till this day, I ran into this man who looked just like Magnum P.I who I flashed a smile until he noticed me and couldn’t stop looking away. 

    And to make it even crazier, he was with, I assumed, his wife and kids. He had one of them in his big arms, a little girl, and her head was rested against his hairy chest. 

    He was wearing an open Bermuda shirt with little palm trees and seashells, something like Magnum would wear, that was tucked into his shorts, which, I’m pretty were tan, or light brown. 

    They were tight too. He had big thighs, round butt, and big hard, dark hairy legs. His arms were also hairy, and muscular, and he had a big mustache on his face. 

    His wife, if I can remember, was looking at clothes, and she was holding the hand of another little girl. 

    He had this huge fucking bulge in his shorts, and, I couldn’t stop looking at it, and when he finally caught me, I didn’t know what to do, so I smiled real big and looked away. 

    If I remember correctly, I was also wearing shorts and a half cut off shirt with Star Wars on the front and dorky flip flops again. 

    I think he liked my flat stomach, and my legs which were usually tanned from my parents taking me to Ocean City every summer for the weekend. 

    Anyway, we played this, cat and mouse game, I guess you could call it, and I drifted around the store, pretending to look at stupid shit like women’s clothes and cameras and toasters and, who knows what else! My mind was only on one thing. Those big arms holding that kid, and the bulge in his shorts. 

    Finally, we tracked each other in the arcade, where he sat down the kid, and went to the snack bar to get them something to eat. His wife sat at one of the tables, in the back, fussing or doing something with the girl’s hair, and that’s when we made contact for the first time. When she wasn’t looking. 

    I was standing in front of one of the games. I think it was a pinball machine,…oh, wait. Space Invaders, that’s what he was, pretending to play, when he came to my side and just stood there for a few minutes. 

    I could smell his cologne, which was pretty sharp, and at first, I thought I might gag. But the smell wasn’t too bad after a few minutes. 

    Man, I could hardly hold my breath, I was so nervous, until he finally tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I needed change to play the game. 

    “Um.”

    Was all I remember saying. At one point, I peeked over at his crotch, and must of turned fifty shades of red. Or, something like that. 

    He had a thin chain necklace, gold, that nestled down into the hair on his chest that caught my eye as well. 

    Before I knew it, he slipped his hand into his pocket, fumbled around for a few seconds, obviously, playing with his dick to draw my attention, and pulled out a few quarters and handed them to me. 

    “Blast those áliens” He said. “Blast them for me.”

    Then he gently patted me on the back and rested his big hand on my shoulder. I remember looking up for a second, seeing him smile, but also, his eyes watching his family at the table as well. 

    “Yes, sir.” I said, which, I never called anyone sir, but felt like it was appropriate for the time. 

    “You here alone?” He asked. 

    “No. With my parents. They’re shopping somewhere.”

    “They leave you alone? To run around a big store like this?”

    “Yep. But I’m not scared. I like this place. I’m here all the time.”

    “I see. Would you like to take a walk with me for a few moments. Help me fine a restroom.”

    “Um, sure. I guess.”

    “Great. Give me a few seconds, then follow me after I leave the arcade. But, not too close, okay? Then you can help me fine that restroom.”

    “Yes, sir” I said. 

    I remember getting so hard that I had to dip my hand into my shorts to adjust my little dick. Which later, some people told me, ‘it wasn’t so little’ after all.

    After, which felt like forever, he got pizza and sodas from the counter and walked over to his little family, he made some excuse and pointed that he had to go somewhere (obviously, the bathroom) and, after setting the kids up with plates of pizza, he kissed his wife and strolled out of the arcade, briefly looking my way, and nudging his head for me to follow. 

    Luckily, the bathroom was empty and after ushering me to the last stall with the flickering lights, he told me to sit on the toilet and do as I was told. 

    “Yes, sir.” I said, with my big brown eyes staring up at him. 

    He unbuttoned his shirt all the way open, and let it drape behind his arms, then unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor. 

    He was wearing no underwear, and was extremely hairy, with a big large bush and fat, soft cock dropping down in front of me. 

    “You like this boy? My big cock?”

    “Yes, sir.” I said. My dick was so hard it hurt. 

    “Nice. I’m gonna have myself a smoke while you play with it. Do whatever you want, but we don’t have a lot of time, ok, boy?”

    “Yes, sir.”

    “Good.”

    It took him only a moment to reach back down, pull a lighter out of the back of his shorts, and lift a cigarette out of his shirt pocket, and light it up above me. 

    He then braced his arms against the stall walls, and with the cigarette in his mouth, looked up at the flickering light and closed his eyes. 

    I gobbled that fucker down like nobodies business. 

    The fucking meat pumped up in my hand, in my mouth, and I gagged for a second before licking all over it like a popsicle and then sucking on the head, my eyes peeking up at him on and off. 

    “Suck it boy.” He mumbled, cigarette hanging from his mouth, white smoke blowing up into the air. “Suck it like you love.”

    “Yes, sir.” 

    I remember dropping my shorts and spreading my little ass over the toilet, with my dick sticking strait up between his huge hairy legs as I slurped, sucked, and devoured his huge cock as much as my little mouth could take.

    I remember ashes from the cigarette dropping down, touching my hair, falling into the toilet and some on the floor. 

    “Milk it boy! Come on! Grab those big balls and milk it good.”

    I went wacko! Grabbing the bottom of his ball sack with my little hands so hard that his body jittered, and his legs slide further apart as I twirled my mouth, and smacked my lips, all over the man’s cock who looked like Magnum P.I.

    “S-suck it, Boy!”

    “Mmmm. Y-yes, s-sir”

    “Milk it!” 

    I remember almost losing my balance, and my small ass slipping off the toilet as I clutched his thick legs hard and started whining like a pup. 

    That’s when someone else suddenly stepped inside the stall beside us, and dark,  black knees dropped to the floor. 

    At first, I got distracted, and a little weirded out, until Magnum guided my attention with his hand back onto his dick. 

    The sound of a zipper being undone was heard from the floor beside me, and, I peeked down, cock still in my mouth, my eyes burning and wet, and a long, black dick flopped out on the floor. 

    “I’m next” Said the brother. 

    I gulped, and you cant believe what happened next….

  • The Honeymoon

    2008 almost 28 yrs. old

    We were in the third week of our marriage. I’d managed to get Walt’s thick, long cock in my ass nearly every day, sometimes two or three times in a day. We were doing this for bragging rights. Mostly, he’d lay back and let me ride him, which was fine by me. I wanted him to never forget I was his, anytime and every time he wanted me. While I enjoyed sex, it was a hell of a lot better with someone I loved and respected!

    We were sitting on our patio drinking coffee, me naked (of course! It’s my honeymoon!) in his lap. Walt had fucked me long and hard before breakfast. I was snuggled close and had a hard-on forming. It had been over a month since I’d been with Stephanie (Another transgendered woman, and my sometimes lover).

    Walt noticed my erection and smiled. Often, he will suck me off. Or, he will play with my cock and suck my breasts when I sit in his lap. This time, he just threw me over his shoulder and carried me to our room.

    My husband is a big, strong man, an architect who also works on his job sites. He picked me up as if I were no weight at all and carried me across our house. I got a glimpse in a mirror as we passed of me over his shoulder and him sipping his coffee.

    He put me down, undressed, and lay face down on our bed, his legs spread wide. Walt was offering to let me fuck him. I’d fucked him a couple of times before we were married, but I never felt comfortable screwing him. When I hesitated, he rolled over and looked at me.

    “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I thought you always tell me never to let a good piece of ass go to waste! Isn’t mine a good piece of ass?” (“Does this dress make me look fat?”)

    “Yes……but I meant mine!” I replied.

    “Why won’t you fuck mine? I’m willing! I might even come to like it!”

    I just sat there. I seem to have the notion that fucking a man will make me less a woman.

    “You fuck Stephanie. You fuck Nina….and Mia. And you fucked Maddie! It’s obvious you like to fuck them…..so, Why…..Not…ME?”

    “Wives don’t fuck their husbands! Their husbands are supposed to fuck them!” (Now, if that didn’t sound sexist……)

    “Some wives use strap-on dicks on their lovers and husbands! At least, I’d be getting the real thing!”

    Walt’s never complained about me having a cock. As long as I have breasts and a willing ass, he’s okay. He tells me its a fair trade-off for not having periods and loving anal!

    “If I’m going to fuck you everyday, the least you can do is fuck your willing husband.”

    I still hesitated.

    “Angela Nikita Schumann! Get your pretty little ass over here and fuck me!” Walt growled. “NOW!!!”

    My little soldier went into hiding. However, when I started lubing his asshole, I started feeling urges again. Besides, he has a cute, tight bottom!

    I put the head of my cock against his tight pucker and pushed in as hard as I could. He rewarded me with a yelp. Maybe this won’t be so bad, after all!

    “Like that, Dearie?” I teased. “Does that make you feel good?”

    I reached around him and held his stomach and chest as I thrust rapidly into his willing ass. Damn! This feels pretty good! I didn’t realize what I’d been missing!

    I lasted only a few minutes before I came. I lay inside Walt and on his back. This felt nice! And I was still hard! I started fucking slowly, savoring the feel of his ass. My cum provided more lubrication. His ass felt nice and warm and slippery.

    I looked over in the mirror and started laughing. Walt looked over and started laughing, too! We saw this little transgendered woman fucking a muscular man easily a head taller and a hundred pounds heavier. A chihuahua fucking a wolf!

    I fucked him about another ten minutes and emptied another load into him.

    As I rolled off he asked ,”That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

    When I smiled, he said, “Good! Now it’s your turn!” 

    He then rolled me onto my stomach and buried his significantly larger cock balls deep in my ass!

    The next day, I’d finished my shower and came out to find Walt on the bed, naked, stroking his nice extra large cock. He smiled wickedly and motioned me over. I was very sore from a long and thorough fucking earlier in the morning and resigned myself to another (and probably much longer) fucking. That’s what I get for having a tattoo on the top of my ass crack that says “ALWAYS OPEN! ALWAYS YES!” with an arrow pointing to my asshole.

    I started to crawl on top to ride him, but he shook his head. He motioned me over and sucked on my cock until it was hard. He spread his legs and raised his hips slightly. I lubed my cock and slid into his asshole.

    I couldn’t reach his face to kiss him, but I could take a nipple in my teeth and lightly bite it. He didn’t like that, too much, though. His long, thick cock felt strange against my stomach.  We both decided neither of us liked me fucking him this position.

    Walt rolled onto his stomach and I entered him again. I could lay my head on his back while I fucked him. We agreed this felt better. 

    Suddenly, I realized how natural and relaxed this felt! I will always be a bottom, and I will always be Walt’s “woman”, but I liked this. I loved Walt giving himself to me as freely as i give myself to him. I felt closer and more in love with my husband.

    Okay, I can do this!

    Walt has this habit of raising my skirt to fuck me when I scrub the kitchen floor. He says me ass sways while I’m kneeling and scrubbing. My cute little ass is too much for him to resist! Good! I may not need a cute ass to keep him, but is doesn’t hurt (well…maybe it does hurt.) that he likes mine.

    I was watching him kneeling, working under the sink when a deliciously wicked thought came to mind. He does have a nice butt, and I won’t let a fine piece of ass go to waste! I quickly lubed my cock and just as quickly pulled down his shorts. I grabbed his hips as I pushed my cock all the way in.

    Walt was surprised and bumped his head, cussing me. He was trapped under the sink and helpless. I was pumping as fast as I could. It didn’t take long for me to fill his ass with my cream. I quickly wiped him up and left.

    Wham, bam, thank you, Man!!

    I quickly ran to our bedroom, Walt in hot pursuit! I lay back on the bed. Damn! My cock was still hard! Walt stared at me from the doorway. I smiled wickedly. I pointed at my cock, still messy from fucking him, and motioned him over. If he wants me to fuck him, he can suck me clean like I do him!

    I lay back and enjoyed the sensation of him sucking my cock. I played with my breasts. He started to stick a finger in my ass, but I told him no. I wanted this to be a nice, long blowjob, but my little soldier had a mind of it’s own. I stiffened and filled his mouth with my cream. Oh, well.

    I don’t have the urge, or desire to fuck him very often, but it’s nice to know he’ll let me. 

  • No Arms

    NO ARMS

    By Mighty Mouth

    My name is Jack and I am a doctor in my early forties. I have no need to state my personal statistics, since they are not relevant to my story.

        I work for an organization similar to Doctors without Frontiers, but it is lesser known.  I was asked to serve in Afghanistan for six months, that terrible war-torn and sad country. But I accepted the challenge without any regret.

        I was assigned to the best hospital in Kabul, the country’s capital. On my second day there, as I was made my rounds to look in on patients. I entered the room of a teenage boy who had both of his forearms mangled, due to a terrorist attack by the Taliban, which I learned from the hospital staff. Both of his parents had been killed. How he managed to get an individual room in such a crowded hospital, I didn’t know. He had to have his damaged arms amputated below the elbow, since they were completely destroyed and useless.

        Before arriving in Afghanistan, I spent four months studying one of their major languages, which is Dari, the language used in Kabul. So I could communicate more or less in that language. I asked the boy about some of the details of the attack. Although he was in great pain, he explained that both his parents had been killed in the attack, their house was destroyed, and that he was an only child. He told me that he was 18 years old, and his name was Akram. I thought that appropriate, because the name means “most generous.” I took a closer look at him. He was not wearing anything above the waist, and only flimsy pajamas below that. The pajamas seemed to show the outline of what could be a nice sized cock. I noted that he was light-skinned, about 5’ 10″, with a nicely-developed body, and a handsome face, with green eyes, which so many Afghans have. In spite of his current situation, he maintained a positive outlook, and was very friendly. I was sure that he was not gay. I really felt sorry for the kid, who was almost totally helpless to feed himself, dress himself, take a bath, etc.

        The next day when I visited him, he seemed in better spirits. He told me that after a period of recuperation, he would be fitted with two prosthetic arms and hands. I couldn’t help but notice that his crotch showed a significant bulge. I was tempted to ask, à la Mae West, “is that a pistol you are packin’, or are you just happy to see me?”  I imagined that being a typical adolescent, he was horny all of the time, and had no way to get relief. I could see that he was grateful for the attention I was paying him, and I had gained his confidence. So I began to hatch a plot.

        After I left his room I told the nurse on duty that in addition to being a medic, I was also trained as a psychological counselor, and that obviously the boy needed counseling due to his traumatic situation. I also said that I would be responsible for giving him his daily bath, and that I wanted absolute privacy while I was attending him. And thus it was arranged.

        The next day I arrived at my usual time and told him that I would be bathing him. I locked the door to the room, undressed him, and got a large pan of water from his meager bathroom, with only a commode and a sink. I helped him turn over on his stomach, and washed his back from the neck down to his feet. Then I helped him turn over onto his back. Low and behold, he was sporting a beautiful, big-dicked hard on. I ignored it, and began washing his face, chest, and stomach until I came to his cock region. I gently washed his stiff erection, and he let out little moans of enjoyment. Then I took the plunge, and swallowed his entire shaft down my throat. He let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure. Since he was so horned up, it took only a couple of minutes before he shot a sizable load down my throat. I then finished bathing his legs and feet. He thanked me and told me that no one had ever done that to him before. He told me that if I wanted to do it again, it would be OK with him.  How could I say no?

        This ritual went on for several days. Then I decided to try a different position. I would kneel on the floor in front of his erect cock. Grabbing him by the upper arms, I helped him to stand up, then got down on my knees in front of him. I grabbed his butt cheeks in order to pull the full length into my throat. I regretted that he didn’t have any hands to put on my head to aid me in my task. But it was obvious that he loved fucking my mouth. Word got around among the staff of how devoted I was to my occupation.  Little did they know that I was providing more than one service.

        After a month of recuperation, he received his new arms and hands and the hospital decided to discharge him. On his last day there, he explained that he had nowhere to go, since his relatives didn’t want to take him in. I had rented a modest little house, so I said to him, “That’s not a problem, you can stay with me.”

        He beamed a wide smile and thanked me. He put on his tattered clothes, we left the hospital together and went to my house. The next day I bought him some clothes. I invited him to sleep in my wide bed, which he gratefully accepted. My sucking adventure went on for the next five months, until my gig was over.

        When it was nearing my time to leave, he became depressed. He begged me to take him to the States with me, but I explained that it would not be possible. He said that he would have to stay in a refugee camp until he could get his life together.

        On the day of my departure, I held him in my arms, and we both cried.


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  • Paper or Plastic?

    This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.


    PAPER OR PLASTIC?

    By anonymous.a

    I spotted him the first time I shopped the new grocery store down the road from my place.

    He was young back then, no more than 17 or 18, a bit chubby with a large, peach-shaped ass, short brown hair, freckles, and tiny feet (which I have since learned has nothing to do with the size of a man’s penis).

    He started as the kid who went into the parking lot to fetch the carts from the corral. Later, he graduated to manning the cash register. Then, he was stocking shelves and doing other things until finally, one day, I walked into the store and there he was, wearing a long-sleeved dress shirt and smart slacks and loafers, a tie cinched around his neck, a more important-looking name tag pinned to his chest. He was an assistant manager.

    And he had grown into a sharp-looking young man.

    What attracted me to him was his smile. How can I describe it? The word “radiant” springs to mind. When he cranked those ruby red lips into a grin his entire face bloomed into a portrait of happiness, his cheeks flushing red and his eyes widening in wonder. It didn’t hurt that he had slimmed down, shedding all that baby fat, until his ass became a pinchable bundle of tight-fitting muscle. I wanted to grab that ass with both hands and squeeze it, like a melon.

    I tried to learn everything about him.      I knew he lived in a town about two miles north of the grocery store. He drove a old Caddy he had dressed up with chrome accents, flashy new wheels and dark window tint. His name was Rick. That was about it.

    I fantasized about following him home from work and flinging myself at him. Or bumping into him at the gym and having a tryst in the shower. In the end, it was a conversation in the store that set events in motion.

    I was there one day and actually grocery shopping, not ogling Rick. I was looking for chiabatta rolls, which they usually keep in the bread section of the deli, but today I couldn’t find any. As I wandered the aisles looking confused, somebody finally said, “Excuse me.” When I turned around there was Rick, smiling sweetly. “Can I help you find something?” he asked.

    “Sure thing, Rick,” I said. “Chiabatta rolls. Where did you hide them?”

    He motioned for me to follow and led me in the direction of a shelf filled with loaves. Along the way I got to take in his pert little butt as it wiggled back and forth. In my mind’s eye I saw what awaited me beneath the tight slacks and, from the look of it, boxer briefs. A tight crack, dry and fresh-smelling, tufted with short hairs that thickened into curlies as you get toward his moist, warm love socket. I pictured my tongue piercing that wrinkled aperture, drilling into the heat of his body, his muscles relaxing as my tongue –

    “Sir?”

    I snapped back to reality. He was smiling at me, a plastic bag of chiabatta rolls in his hand. His lips were so juicy red I barely suppressed an urge to gather his cheeks into my hands, pull him into an embrace and kiss him.

    I thanked him and as I walked away he said, “Excuse me sir.” I stopped and looked back. Again, he was smiling. Always smiling. “How did you know my name is Rick?”

    “Your name tag. It says ‘Rick.’ ’’

    His smile never dimmed. “But I’m not wearing a nametag. I forgot and left it home.”

    I looked and sure enough, no nametag. Busted. So I decided to be bold – you know, damn the torpedoes and all that. I took a deep breath and said, “I make a point of learning the names of all the really cute guys.” And with that I smiled, winked, and made my way toward the cash registers.

    I didn’t go back to the store for a couple of weeks. I figured if he were in a snit, I would give him time to get over it. The day I did pull into the parking lot, I spotted his black Caddy parked at the back of the lot, under a tree. I guess he didn’t want people dinging his doors. And the tree would shade the interior so it wouldn’t get too hot. For the hell of it, I pulled into the space to the right of his car. I got out.

    Suddenly, the passenger window went down.

    “Can you help me with something?” a voice asked from inside. I bent and looked through the window. Rick was sitting in the driver’s seat, his trademark tight slacks, long-sleeved shirt and loafers in place. He was even wearing his name tag.

    The passenger door lock knob popped up. “You’ll have to get inside,” he said brightly. “Don’t worry; it’ll only take a minute.”

    I got in and shut the door. The lock popped into place and the window whirred up.

    He was struggling with a windshield sunshade, one of those accordion-like cardboard thingies you stretch across the front dash and tuck under the visors to keep the sun from shining into the car.

    “I can never get this thing in by myself.”

    I took one end and working together, we managed to get it positioned correctly. When he was done, he said, “There! Now there’s one other thing.”

    He unzipped those tight slacks, fished around inside and drew out the most perfectly formed penis I’ve ever seen.

    He gave me that radiant smile and said, “I could use a little help with this.”

    He did not have to ask twice.

    The shaft was neither thick nor thin, and the head was only slightly wider than the shaft. The tip glistened with prostate fluid, what the pornos call pre-cum. At the base of the shaft a few pubes, decidedly not curly, poked from the opening of his pants.

    I leaned over the center console and thrust my face into his crotch. His cock found its way into my mouth and I took it down all the way to the base, my nose buried in a forest of pubes. His cock was scalding hot and slid down my tongue to jam against the back of my mouth. I allowed my tongue to explore the shaft, then pulled back and licked the underside of the glans, coming up until my tongue probed his piss hole. Than it was back down for a second deep dive.

    The odor emanating from his crotch was incredibly strong, suggestive of a much larger and powerful man, and his dick tasted a little like that smell.

    His hands ran through my hair as I began bobbing up and down on his shaft. He began whispering, “Nobody can see us. The tint is too dark and the sunscreen blocks the windshield. You can suck it all day if you want.”

    I began working at his belt and then the clasp of his pants, because I wanted them down so I could explore his balls and his crotch. Now that I had this hot little number in my clutches I would not let him go without a proper tongue bath, to be finished with an injection of semen into my hungry, sucking mouth.

    He pulled me off. “In the back,” he whispered hoarsely, nodding toward the back seat. I crawled through the gap in the front buckets and he followed, his pants starting to come down as he scrambled into position. He yanked at the bottom of my cargoes and said, “Get those off. I need to be inside you.”

    My God, I couldn’t believe my luck. This little fucker was one hot son-of-a-bitch. I didn’t bother unbuttoning my shorts or undoing the belt; I simply yanked them down, wriggled out of one leg, then the other. I leaned against the far corner as took my left ankle and propped my leg on the driver’s seatback, then spread the other leg so that my foot rested on the back seat. My ass was totally exposed. I felt cool air on my butthole.

    But not for long.

    He yanked his pants lower and took that tasty cock and aimed it at my hole. I felt the knob, slick with my own spit, press against the lips of my boy pussy, forcing them apart. It was so hot it seemed to melt its way into my ass. I felt it going inside me, a presence of firmness slowly sliding into my colon. As he entered me he closed his eyes as if to focus on the sensation, and that smile was replaced with a look of innocence suffused with anguish, as if this were his first experience with sexual bliss, a feeling so utterly amazing that it was instantly addictive. I have to admit, when I saw his look of urgent need I spread my legs as wide as they would go and let him push inside until his cock had been swallowed by my hole.

    “Oh God yes,” he whispered shakily and began to rock back and forth, into and out of my steamy hole, his eyes still closed and his nostrils flaring. My hands found their way to those tight butt cheeks and I pulled him into me, forcing his dick to go deeper, then deeper. The car was filled with a slapping sound as his flesh banged against mine, his penis, so recently in my mouth, now plunging the depths of my most inner reaches. And the smell – sweat and ass funk and something else, the smell of a male in full fuck mode, pounding away.

    He gave me mighty spearings, this way and that, and at one point I simply relaxed, spread as wide as I could and allowed this beautiful boy man to enjoy my body for his sexual release.

    He was driving into me with such force he pushed me against the far corner of the back seat. All the while, little puppy-like whining sounds slipped past his lips as he drove into me, finally with such desperation that I thought his balls must have slipped into my asshole.

    Suddenly he raised his head, opened his eyes and stared at the Caddy’s headliner – letting out a snarled “Oooooh!” and I felt his essence flooding into my ass, jet after jet of cum, more than I thought those tight little balls could hold. It was too much for me and I shot a cannon blast of jizz myself, striking my lips, chin, and then all over my T-shirt. I licked my lips and savored the gooey, sticky goodness of my seed as I wondered what his would taste like.

    He relaxed back into me, his cock remaining in place, a few aftershocks releasing tiny twitches of semen. His expression had changed to dreamy relief. I took the opportunity to snatch a quick kiss, and cherished the almost fruity taste of those brilliant lips. He eased his cock from my hole, and I did not let him take it away without grabbing it first, squeezing a dollop of juice from the tip, and running it over my tongue. Creamy. Wonderfully thick and creamy. That one little taste seemed to coat the entire surface area of my mouth.

    Then he was pulling up his pants and tucking in his shirttails. “I’ve got to go.”

    I too got dressed, struggling to hold his cum in my ass. I needed to get home. I had plans for that cum that did not involve letting it leak out into my boxers.

    “We’re having a special today,” he said as he opened the driver’s side door and I, the passenger side.”

    “Rump roast.”

    But then I already knew that.


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  • Landscaped & Manscaped

    When I emerged from the shower my audience of one was gone. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed back up to the patio to found him pouring us a fresh glass of cold wine.

    “Here you go handsome.” His eyes inspect every dripping inch of my body. He runs the cool glass against my erect nipple before handing it to me and his free hand lands on the knot of the towel.

    “May I?” his voice almost quivering.

    I spread my arms out in an inviting and accepting pose, as the towel drops to the ground.  I remain posed and on display while his eyes and hands make passionate love to my body with moans and murmurs escaping both of our mouths. Mine from the feeling of his touch, his from the sheer excitement of feeling all of my powerful muscles.

    “Jesus fucking Christ!” he exhales.

    I am not the most well-endowed man I have come across, but I am no slouch in the dick department either. Soft I am good heavy four inches and decent thickness. Half hard the way I am now, my cock hangs very full and shows like a prize piece of meat. My ball sac is loose and hangs well below the tip of my cock, filled with precious orbs the size of eggs. All shaved smooth and shiny after a good shower.

    For his approval I puff up both pecs and flex every inch of my chest to maximum expansion. His hands go wild. Groping and feeling every curve cut and cleft in each muscle.

    “Does this bother you”? He asks not waiting or caring for an answer.

    “Does it look like it bothers me” I flex my cock and make it bounce in unison with my chest.

    “I mean to be worshipped sort of like a piece of meat?” his hands never stop covering every inch that he can reach, from hefting and testing the weight of my heavy nuts to feeling me up all the way to my neck and traps. Tracing every ridge cut and muscle outline he can identify.

    “The look of lust and fire in your eyes is all that I need.” I reassure him as I lift his chin up and gently kiss his lips. Before allowing him to return to his mission of me.

    ……………..Yea! It is a shallow world we live in. Yes it does turn me on to be treated like a piece of meat. So What! I mean hell; I have worked my ass off in the gym for well over 25 yrs. I am 54 years old, 6’1” and weight a solid 220 of prime daddy muscle. Not one hair on my body below the eyebrows to display and show off all of my hard work and I am proud of it. I am a well-respected business man in the community, have a college degree, a brain that functions very well, a great group of friends. But! If for a few hours some hot man like this wants to reduce me to a piece of meat and muscle head for sex – who am I to complain.  Let’s be real. It is fucking hot to be lusted over.

    Mr. Rackman, Trevor, he is no slouch either. Probably 10 years my junior but a very hot tight body on him. I guess he weighs about 165 and is 5’10”, and you can tell he takes pride in his appearance, from the clothes he chooses to the neatly trimmed chest hair. Clipped to perfection. Obviously a white collar executive type. It looks as though he is a runner and possibly yoga. Not so much tossing heavy iron in a gym, but still the effect is the same, a very handsome man taking the time and making the effort to become the best he can be. And he is proud of it too. ………

    By now my cock is rock hard and leaking a steady stream of precum out of the tip. But his hands are content to find and explore every muscle he can. His movements are slow and deliberate. Feather light soft touches send shivers down my spine and firm squeezing to test the density of the muscles when I flex for his approving moans.

    Finally I raise my right arm and slowly and deliberately flex the biceps up into its massive rock hard peak. If eyeballs are ever capable of having an orgasm his just did. They exploded with passion and lust at the sight of my bulging gun all for his pleasure. He cups both hands around the rock and bring his mouth and tongue up to taste it.

    When he has a firm grip with both hands on my biceps I decide to crank it up a notch and start raising the arm higher. I want to see him dangling from my arm. That would be fucking hot for the both of us.  I don’t quite get his feet off of the floor, yet he gets the hint. I am one strong bull and he is loving the display. When he gets his feel of my right biceps, I raise my left cep up and flex it then make it pop and dance for his hands and eyes.

    When he has had good feel and taste of my guns. I wrap my arms around him tightly for another overdue kiss. The kiss lingers this time.  Damnnnnnnn! I love the slow steady seduction of a real man on a mission, yet not rushed nor frantic.

    “My turn”. I almost whisper as our mouths part and a single string of spit still connects us.  He nods and smiles his consent.

    I cup each furry pec in my hands and use my thumb to circle and tease his erect nipples. His eyes close and his head rolls back exposing a long sensuous neck with protruding Adams apple that I just have to lick and taste causing moans to rattle in his throat.

    I use each hand and run it under his oxford shirt and finally slip it off of him gently slowly revealing his incredible physique. His perfect shape and beautiful sculpted body covered in the most perfect dusting of hair causes a gasp to escape my throat this time.

    He is really that stunning. Standing there with his shirt off, bare chested in a pair of fitted jeans that are now packed full with a swollen and what looks painful bulge bursting at the remaining buttons.

    My lips trace from his neck down his torso. Enjoying each nipple along the way before following the treasure trail down and into the top undone button. I flick my tongue past the inside of his jeans reaching for the concealed treasure. With my hands still up on each pec, I take one knee in front of him and use my expert mouth to pop the first button and lap at the abdomen exposed.  I take my time, why rush now or change this incredible rhythm we have fallen into.

    Flicking my tongue past the inside of the next button I can feel the trimmed pubes match the rest of his manscaped torso and almost feel where the base of his cock starts swelling against the fabric.

    Torturous as it is, I take my sweet time here too. Inhale deeply. Reveling in the aroma of his natural pheromones. He smells just as good as he looks. His natural odor is causing my tongue to water more as I lick and suck my way around the inside and outside of his denim creating a nice wet spot showing my path.

    I lower my hands from his nipples and place them on each round butt cheek. They fit perfectly in my large paws and are firm and as solid as two ripe melons.

    My mouth gently nipples its way down to the next button and I pry it loose with my teeth as I lower the waist down the back side of his sweet ass. X marks the spot.  I am looking at the rock hard solid base of a very impressive dick still tucked mostly behind the denim, and I can’t hold off any more, I release the final button and allow his cock to spring free slapping my against the cheek and slinging a nice string of precum and it passes my face.

    I lower his pants to the floor and lick nuzzle and kiss my way around his groin. Not his cock. Two can play the game of drawing this out into a slow deliberate extended session, and I am enjoying it.  I nuzzle up beneath his nuts, I lick around both sides of his thigh my hands cover each butt cheek.

    His heavy dick is resting on my face as I enjoy tasting and exploring his entire groin area. Impressive, he is packing a good solid 8 inches of prime stud meat. And on his lean smaller frame it looks fucking huge. Wow.  This man is a real stud through and through I lick his balls and taste his essence.

    “Fucking Beautiful” I look up into his eyes watching every move I make while exploring him.

    I position myself even lower and allow my mouth and tongue to finish the exploration even further down him, tracing his legs and thighs. Down his calves until my mouth meets the pile of denim strung around his ankles. I gently lift one foot and slide it out of the tangle of jeans, except I do not place it back on the floor. Hell no. I raise it up and lick each toe, like a smaller version of giving a dick a blow job.

    “God Dammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” trails out of his mouth slowly. Surprising even him.

    I suck each toe deep one by one, suction it and slide it in and out of my mouth. Making passionate love to his sexy feet with total abandon.

    “I was not expecting that” he hoarsely whispers.

    I reach over and drag a nearby chair and scoot it behind him for a place to sit while I do what I do best.   Take care of my man.

    I raise his other foot and free it from his pants leg and toss them aside. No use for these any longer.  I raise both feet together and lay them flat on my face with my tongue wedged between them as I massage and rub them firmly.

    He is sprawled back into the chair watching every move I make with my mouth and hands. His eyes are huge with expression of disbelief.

    “I have never experienced anything like that before” he is lost in the sensation of a man with a major foot fetish doing what he does best,  servicing a very hot clean well-groomed set of beautiful feet. Size 10’s I would venture to bet.

    I place both of his wet feet on my thighs as I scoot back up on my knees and settle between his open legs. One target on my mind now. That perfect dick. Heavy full rock hard and twitching. Dripping a steady stream of precum out the end all over me.

    I test the weight in my hands and let it bounce up and down. His heavy balls hang low swinging between his thighs. Shaved smooth like mine. No hair to get in the way.  Smart man. I lift his cock up and run my finger gently over the tip smearing the liberal amount of precum down the shaft. 

    My tongue begins at the base and I coat his entire length with spit as I work my way up to the shiny tip. I look deep into his big brown eyes while I lick my lips and wink before I inhale the entire cock in one smooth swallow until my nose is pressed firmly into his abdomen.

    My large arms are laced over his thighs and my throat remains lodged to the base of his cock when I start milking my tonsils and flexing my throat to suck his dick without moving a muscle. When his hands lay on my biceps spread out full on his thighs we are connected as deeply as I love it.  My muscles doing their part to satisfy him and his cock feeding my like a starving animal.

    I flex the biceps as they lay there flattened out on his thighs, his hands dig in and start massaging the muscles as I begin bobbing up and down enjoying the sensation of his dick gliding down my throat and back out.   I am in heaven on my knees with such a hot cock attached to a beautiful man rammed down my gullet. My peace, my place, where I belong and am well aware of it.

    His hips try and back out, his breath is ragged and raspy. It has been over an hour since he first handed me that glass of wine and we both are on the verge of busting loose a load of cum. I wedge a hand behind his ass and pull him in deeper letting him know without question I want his load and I want it now.

    He arches his back, I can feel his entire body lock up in one giant flexing spasm when the first load erupts out of his cock and coats my throat. I back up enough for the next few spurts to fill my mouth with his one of a kind taste and texture. For such a quiet reserved man, his orgasms are loud and aggressive. I can feel his throat rumblings all the way down through his quaking cock.

    His hands are both latched onto my biceps using them like handle bars for stability while he bucks and trashes. For the last few drops I let those land on my face and chin while keeping his full load in my mouth tasting every morsel of his seed.

    His body is flushed red all over and covered in a layer of fresh sex sweat while he regains his breath and comes back down to earth and rejoins us here. I swallow the remaining seed in my mouth smacking my lips and licking wildly for any missed droplets. 

    “And for your turn” he pulls me up by my pits, surprisingly strong for his lean tight frame.

    “What is your pleasure” he asks kissing me softly.

    I stand up, place one foot beside his leg on the chair, move his arms over his head and pose him like a sculpture, the Greek god that he already is.  

    I grab my big dick slowly while I soak up his image. Precum is flowing out of my dick coating his furry pecs. When I get closer I raise my left hand behind my head and flex,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, yes  I even flex for myself – then I unload.

    My nuts snap up and the first shot clears his head sailing past landing on the decking. The next few volleys I aim for his perfect torso, coating his fur with my load is my main target and I keep firing. I flex the bicep harder into rock hard knots of muscle with each and every jet of semen.

    By the time my nut is spent I sink from weak knees and am kneeling back in front of this incredible man. I lay my head in his chest and nibble at the remnants of my load I deposited there. I lick and clean until every hair is back in place and he is spotless of any of my sex.

     I lay there cuddling into his torso while we both settle down and relax into the embrace, when we hear a loud grumbling.

    We both look up and laugh. My stomach is complaining now. Feed Me!

    “I was so horny, I forgot I had skipped lunch.” I laugh.

    “And after that performance I am starving.”

    “We may have to order in” he suggests. Rubbing my muscles again.

    “I am not sure it is safe to go out in public with all of this just yet.” He teases.

    I sit back on my heels and stretch out good with an exaggerated flex for his benefit and effect.

    “Fine by me” as I hit a rock solid double biceps flex for his eyes and hands before lifting him out of the chair.

    “You are going to be a handful” he teases me with a clap along my butt while we head indoors.


    My mind reels with possibilities and I like them all.


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  • Conservative 18-year-olds Tommy and Peter Have Their First Sex Orgy

    In part 2, Peter, a former high school baseball pitcher and lifetime best friend with Tommy, a former high school football quarter, attended the same conservative religious college as freshmen. Their parents and church leaders had taught them that homosexuality was a major sin. They had considered themselves as totally straight until one night in college after drinking spiked punch they got fucked by two big hard football players, Leo and Todd, causing them to get kicked out of the conservative college. They then went to stay with Leo and Todd at their apartment.


    Peter Picks Up The Story in Part 3

    During the next two weeks. the two big studs Todd with his 9-inch dick and Leo with his huge 10-inch cock fucked us nightly for the next two weeks. We had forsaken our conservative backgrounds that forbid gay sex. We had become over night horny fucking gay men bitches.

    On a Friday night after we had been roommates with Todd and Leo for two weeks, they took us to an upscale hotel for the weekend. We checked in, went for a swim in the hotel pool, returned to our room, got dressed and went to a five star restaurant for dinner. Upon returning to our hotel room, we had just started watching a TV comedy when the doorbell rang. Leo answered the door and six fucking hot college wrestlers entered the room from one of the local liberal arts college’ wrestling teams. Man, were they ever fucking hot athletes. We learned that they were buddies of Leo and Todd who too were athletes on the college football team. WOW, here Tommy and I were in a room with eight gorgeous jocks. I felt my cock began to grow. As I looked at my pal Tommy, I noticed a growing bulge in his pants. Yea, would we be lucky and become the bitches for the evening to these incredible gorgeous jocks?

    As we exchanged greetings, we met Greg, a hot blond weighing about 128 pounds; Trent, a hot redhead weighing around 145 pounds; Carlos, a hot dark haired and tanned Latino hitting the scales at around 155 pounds; Luke, a brown handsome dude weighing some where around 165 pounds; Scott, a freckle faced sexy reddish blond dude hitting the scales as I guessed to be about 190 pounds; and Turk, a coal black haired and black eyes dude weighing at least 220 pounds. As it was just prior to the wrestling season, their weight might be off their normal wrestling weight.

    They were packing lots of booze including a lot of beer and hard liquor with several types of mix. Yea, fuck, we were about to have a fucking hot party and maybe sex. Leo pulled Tommy and I off to the side and said: “Fuck Peter and Tommy, what do you think of these hot dudes? Do they turn you on like Todd and I do? We have a surprise for you tonight. You see, these really sexy wrestlers are all fucking fags eager to split those tight pussies of yours wide open with their big fucking blood filled cocks. Todd and I have told them about our fucking you and how awesome your two fresh wet pussies are and how you have learned in just two weeks to use those fresh pussy muscles to drain a man’s cock. We invited them here tonight for the purpose of fucking the hell out of your two young 18-year-old fresh meats. What do you think about taking that much manhood meat up those asses all in one evening?”

    I felt lust began to consume my body and shivers ran up my spine as my cock began to grow stiff as I said: “”Oh my god, you mean Tommy and me are going to get laid  and fucked by all six of those wrestlers? Holy shit, I could shoot my load just looking at those studs. Man, they are so sexy.”

    “Peter and Tommy it is even better than that because Todd and I are going to join in the fun,” Leo said. He continued: “Do you think you can take eight big hard jock cocks up those tight man pussies in one evening?”

    I looked at Tommy who had pure lust in his eyes but at the same time had a deep concern on his face. Gee could we survive that much cock in one evening. What would happen to our asses. Yea, but we were about to become real fucking men whores at least for one evening.

    As the jocks began to prepare drinks for the evening in the big suite’s kitchen and pop the beer keg, everyone began to consume lots of hot drinks downing those suds while loud music filled the suite. This was becoming a typical wild college party. I became delirious with lust noticing the six wrestlers were all wearing very worn cut off jeans and sleeveless tank tops showing off those well-developed athlete’s leg muscles, hard flat stomachs, abs, strong chests, and big hard arms with bulging biceps. And yea soon they had huge tents in those jeans knowing what they planned to do to Tommy and me. I knew they were horny to use those big missiles to drill our pussies. I could hardly wait and had begun to feel that same buzz that all the guys were feeling. I’d never been hornier or eager to take those cocks up my ass. Their mission was to make Tommy and me their bitches. I’d only experienced gay sex for two weeks and yet I felt the desire to be a whore, bitch and slut with these studs. Man was I ever into gay sex.

    After about an hour of drinking and no one feeling any pain and all the hot guys horny as hell, the action got underway. Todd, Leo and the six horny wrestlers grabbed Tommy and me and carried us to the big master bed. It was so titillating when the guys actually ripped off our clothes and left Tommy and I standing there butt naked with rock hard cocks. They placed me on one side of the bed face down with my legs and feet hanging off the side of the bed. They took Tommy to the other side of the bed and put him in the same position. Our asses were exposed as they pulled our legs far apart ready to receive all those throbbing cocks.

    Out of the corner of my eyes, I watched the eight studs disrobe and soon the stood butt naked with stone hard dicks, solid slim ribbed hot athletic bodies and awesome cocks ready to breed our asses that would cause us to have volcanic orgasms.  They began to stroke those champion hard cocks for action. I began to wonder how many asses those hot cocks had fucked prior to that night. My cock began to throb anticipating all that man meat ready to enter my young pussy.

    They picked sides. Greg (128 pounds), Carlos (155 Pounds), Scott (190 pounds) and Leo (220 Pounds) lined up behind my ass. Then Trent (145 pounds), Luke (165 pounds), Turk (220 pounds) and Todd (220 pounds) lined up behind Tommy. Then I heard Leo give the instructions: “OK guys, get in line, here is some lube, lube up those steel hard cocks and the guy in front shove that hard cock up that bitche’s ass and fuck the hell out of that young pussy until you shoot your stored up load deep in that ass. Then pull out and let your buddy next in line stick his cock in that cum filled ass and use that cum as lube. Fuck that ass until you come.”

    My ass began to go wild pulsating and puckering desiring to feel and take that first big cock. We had learned that the cocks ranged in length from 7.5 inches to a whopping 11-incher. Greg stepped up put the tip of his cock at the entrance to my puckering ass, put his hands on my warm butt cheeks and drove his lubed wet cock all the way inside me with one hard thrust. I watched as Trent took his large tool and drove it into my buddy Tommy’s ass. For the next 40 minutes, Tommy and I felt those big cocks drill our asses. After a long fuck, each guy ejaculated in our ass. We became flooded with pools of cum because as each guy pulled his cock out the next guy drove his cock inside trapping the cum from the previous guy.

    Trent, Luke, Turk and Todd’s huge cocks filled Tommy’s pussy with large gobs of jizz while I in turn got banged and filled with Greg, Carlos, Scott and Leo’s river of cum. I was the lucky one when I received Carlo’s 11-inch horse cock. I felt his monstrous dick actually enter my colon as there was no where else for it to go. I screamed with pure pleasure and lots of pain as he fucked me for the longest time. Man that was some huge object that filled my pussy. It was such an incredible experience. Man, I hoped that I’d get Carlos cock many times more in the future.

    The feel of each cock was so different in length, girth and the force was awesome. The smell of their bodies and the texture and size of the diversity of the cum loads were so pleasurable. The range from very gentle fucking to really hard and rough fuckers again added such excitement to the fucking experience for me. Two of the guys licked and kissed my neck while they fucked me. The other two studs gently bit my ears and thrust a finger in my mouth while they fucked the hell out of my ass. Again the variety in the way they fucked me was so provocative, sensuous and erotic.

    Tommy and I shot our big mother loads on the bed sheets during the fuck fest. When the guys had finished unloading their nectar in our asses. they turned us over and wow I was ordered to go over to Tommy, get down on my knees while he lay on the bed and to suck all that cum out of his ass. Shit, the taste of cum varied from salty to sweet, as well as thin liquid to thick textured ropey cum. When I was finihed cleaning  all that cum out of tommy’s ass, he had to suck my ass and my ass cheeks from all that running cum. When we were finished, we had gobs of cum on out lips, tongues and in our throats.

    Then it got even more exciting when the wrestlers took turns kissing us driving their hot long tongues deep in our throat. All the hot jocks got a taste and sample of all that variety of semen. The studs were so turned on from the taste of everyone’s cum that they took turns licking the bed sheets of Tommy and my cum that was on the sheets. This was two more samples of the different taste of how men’s cum is so different.

    Later we had round two when I got fucked by the studs who had fucked Tommy in round one and he took those cocks up his pussy that had fucked me in round one. After the guys all had dumped their loads in our asses in round two, the game changed from what had happened in the first round. The wrestlers took turns sucking Tommy and my ass collecting all that cum in their mouths.

    Then the other difference from the first round was that each wrestler took turns using their cum coated mouths to suck our cocks. I became wild with lust experiencing six different blowjobs from those studs wetting my cock with all that cum. They sucked our cocks, licked our balls and fingered our asses. I managed to climax two more times from all that incredible attention from the best jock sex. Tommy came one more time. The room reeked from all that smell of cum and sweaty hot bodies. It was so wonderful. Wow, our first gay orgy had been the best sex possible.


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  • A True story

    A True Story

    It was early afternoon when the phone rang. “Hello.”

    “Is this Jason?”

    I smiled, knowing immediate what he wanted because Jason was my cocksucking name. “Yes, what can I do for you?”

    “Ugh … ugh …” 

    I smiled to myself as he stuttered, obviously new at this. 

    Then in shy voice went on, “I got this number off the wall.”

    “The wall,” I asked, knowing full well what wall. I had a friend named Bronco that’s a sales man whose product takes him all over the metro-plex. He writes, ‘If you want your cock sucked call xxx-xxx-xxx and ask for Jason,” on the men’s room wall in every public restroom he visited. I didn’t mind because my name wasn’t really Jason and the phone wasn’t in my name. It was in the name of someone who’d left the state a year ago. “Wall what wall?”

    “The bathroom wall at (some convenience store that I’d never heard of),” he said nervously,”

    These calls always amused me. The caller was always some so called straight guy that, because his wife wasn’t blowing him or he was just ‘curious’ for whatever reason wanted his cock sucked. Often it was as simple as his wife didn’t swallow and I would. Often when the conversation progress to the point where I admitted that I sucked and the guy got a little more confident, he asked, “do you swallow?” 

    My “Yes,” always sealed the deal. 

    The next question would be, “How does this work?”

    “Simple, you come over, pull your pants down, and I suck your cock.”

    ‘Newbies’ were always nervous so I always wore gym shorts and a t-shirt when they came over. Nervous or not, I’d always take them to my bedroom. The ones that knew what they were doing would strip without any prompting and lay down on my bed. 

    But I’d generally have to prompt first timers. “You’ll want to take off your clothes and lie down.” 

    They would always watch me as they slowly unbuttoning their shirt. To make them feel more comfortable I’d strip off my t-shirt. Next they would kick off their shoes. If they were really nervous they would fumble around with their belt buckle for what seemed like forever. I would then strip off my gym shorts. 

    Many guys, especially newbies, didn’t want to see or touch my cock, so I would always be wearing a nice pair of panties.  It’s supervising how many guys liked me in panties. I think me wearing panties was a sign that I wasn’t playing a joke on them and that they really were going to get their cock sucked. 

    Suddenly their zipper would be down and their pants down to mid thigh. 

    To keep them from falling on their butt in their haste, I’d push them back on the bed and finish pulling their pants off for them. 

    Anyway, when the guy said the restroom wall I’d ask him what it said. I knew what it said. Bronco always put, “when Jason answers say, “I want my cock sucked.’ 

    If a guy were bold enough to do that, I’d say, “Ok. Come on over,” and I’d suck it for him.

    Finally the guy said, “It says you suck cocks.”

    “Am I to infer then that you want your cock sucked?”

    “Yes.”

    “Yes, what?”

    “Yes I want my cock sucked.”

    “Have you ever had your cock sucked by a guy before?”

    “I’ve never had my cock sucked by anyone, not even my wife.”

    When he got there he was an older man, 70s at least. He was so nervous that he jabbered all the way into the bedroom. He was so nervous that instead of getting him undressed, I let him sit down on the bed so we could chat a little bit to calm him down. He told me that he and his wife thought oral sex was sinful so she’d never sucked his cock and he’d never eaten her pussy. 

    I started doubting his sincerity about wanting a blowjob when he told me that homosexuality (actually I’m bisexual and fuck girls. I just like to suck cocks too) was an abomination to god and that I was going to hell for sucking cocks. He went on for about ten  minutes about how wrong what I was doing was and how I depraved it was, how I was debasing myself, and on and on. 

    I couldn’t help thinking, is this guy here to save my soul or to get his cock sucked? If he was really there to get his cock sucked ha picked a poor way to talk me into it. I stopped listening when he started using words like queer and faggot. 

    All this time I was when I got tired of his rhetoric, as he continued to preach I casually unbuckled belt and as I unzipped his pants, said, “You might want to take your shirt off.”

    After he took his shirt off he laid back against the headboard so I could pull off his pants. 

    When I got his underwear down low enough I took his cock in my mouth. It was limp and not even three inches long. As I closed my lips and he felt my warm moist mouth on his cock he moaned, “Oh my god,” and grabbed the sides of my head. With in seconds I had him hard. Thankfully hard, it got up to five inches. 

    I gave this guy the best blowjob I’ve ever given anyone in my life. And to prolong his pleasure I drug it out for almost thirty minutes. I made him moan, “ugh, ugh,” by licking and sucking his ball. 

    I made him whimper with pleasure when I rimmed him.  

    I brought him almost to an orgasm, only to back off three times. 

    His balls were wound up so tightly between his legs that he thought they were going to explode. 

    I had him whimpering, “oh god, oh god,” and begging me to, “please, oh god please” let him cum. 

    When I finally let him cum, he grabbed both hands to my head in a death grip and there were tears rolling down his cheeks. The old bastard screeched, “Ooooh migod, I’m cumming! I’m cumming in your mouth, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh nooo,” as he went off like a bomb. 

    I felt the first jet of thick, hot cum blast into my throat. They were followed by pulsation after pulsation and I felt like my mouth was filling with thick, hot cum, far more cum than I’d expected a guy his age to have.  

    He whimpered like a baby knowing that as his cum poured into my mouth that I was swallowing it.

    When he fell back on the bed and started huffing and puffing, I thought I’d given him a heart. As he lay there panting for breath, I leaned over and lick his semi-flaccid cock, cleaning him up. 

    Each time my tongue touched his little pee-pee; it twitched and jerked like I’d shocked him.

    Embarrassed and humiliated by not only his participation in such a vile sinful act as one guy sucking another off, but also to his reaction to getting sucked off. 

    Damning his soul to hell or not, thanks to the pleasure my mouth had given him, he called me a week later and wanted to come by for another blowjob. I hadn’t like his attitude or the way he threw the bible in my face when he was over so I was never going to suck his cock again. I don’t remember what excuse I gave him, but I turned him down. 

    A few days later, he called me again and again I turned him down. 

    The third time he called, the poor bastard wanted his cock sucked so bad that he actually started crying and begging me to suck it again.

    I told him that thanks to his sermon, I’d saw the light, got back in church and didn’t suck cocks anymore.  

    He was still crying when I hung up

    The end…


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