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  • Sons and Lovers

    SONS AND LOVERS

    by Robert Furlong


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    Warning: includes moderate scat, including descriptions of defecation and sex which involves shit


    The shower curtain was abruptly yanked open, making Jake pull back in surprise as he wiped his dripping fringe from his eyes.  In front of him Guy’s son Simon was staring incredulously at him.

    “What the hell, Jake…?  Why are you having a shower in our house?”

    “I just… er…”

    Unable to think up a plausible explanation on the spot, Jake switched off the shower off and grabbed the towel he’d left on the side of the bath.

    Eventually he settled on, “I was helping your dad with… something… and I got mess all over me…”

    “Where is dad?” Simon asked impatiently.

    “He’s using the other shower… the one in his bedroom…”

    Just then Guy called from along the corridor, “Simon!  I didn’t know you were due back so early…”

    “Yeah, obviously,” Simon snapped, stepping out into the corridor to eye his father suspiciously.  “What’s been going on in here?  Why are you guys both taking a shower?”

    “We were… ahm… getting a bit sweaty…” the plumber floundered, as Jake followed Simon out of the bathroom wrapping the towel around himself.

    Simon looked from his dad, still pulling on his dressing gown, to his former school friend.  There was a shiftiness to them that made his forehead furrow with mistrust.

    He muttered, “What have you guys been up to…?” as he noticed pink scratch marks across his dad’s hairy chest and that Jake’s shoulders were red with the indents of dug-in fingers.  “Have you guys been… oh my God… you’ve been having sex, haven’t you?”

    Jake gaped wide-eyed at Guy – wondering how the hell would Simon be able to figure that out so quickly – and Guy looked in horror at his son, stammering, “Having sex…?  What d’you mean…?”

    Simon pushed passed him and into his bedroom.  “There’s a woman in here, isn’t there?  What the hell have you two been…?”

    His voice trailed off as he saw the mess in his dad’s bedroom.  There was no woman in sight but the two men’s clothes were haphazardly strewn around the floor as if discarded in a flurry of impatient passion.  The bedspread was in wild disarray where bodies had clearly been wrestling and cavorting, but worse than that the sheets were daubed with brown smears and handprints.

    “What is this?” Simon gasped.  “Jesus… it stinks!”

    His eye fell on a line of thick white splashes reaching across the bed and several feet up the wallpaper.  It was unmistakably semen which had been shot from a cock with great enthusiasm.

    “You have been having sex,” he mumbled with disbelief.  “But with each other!”

    “Look, I can explain…” Guy said but was unable to continue when he realised he couldn’t.

    “The smell!” Simon winced.  “All that brown stuff… is it you guys’ shit?”

    “Things got a bit… you know… nasty…” Jake chipped in.  And then, with a snigger, added, “That’s what made it hot!”

    Simon flew at him, eyes blazing.  “When you fuck my dad up the butt, you don’t get to say it’s hot!”

    Jake just looked back nonchalantly, like a bullmastiff who has just been yapped at by a Pomeranian.  “Actually, he mainly fucked me, so most of the shit is mine… and the trail of spunk definitely is!”

    “Jake, I think you should go,” Guy said.  “You’re not helping, buddy.”

    “Okay, cool… whatever,” Jake shrugged, and tossed his towel on the floor to start picking up his clothes.

    He made no attempt to conceal his nudity as he grabbed his stuff from where it was scattered around the room.  He stuck his firm bubble butt out as he bent low to retrieve things, flashing Simon an eyeful of his swollen man-cunt still oozing with his dad’s cum.  He smirked as he strutted about, letting his thick cock and low-hanging balls swing around between his muscular thighs, while clearly delighting in parading his gym-chiselled six-pack and biceps.

    “Your dad fucked me as a dude,” his triumphant grin told his former friend.  “You can’t think of a body like mine as a chick’s.”

    Then, with a final sneer, he left father and son alone in the bedroom as he went downstairs to pull his clothes on and let himself out.


    “You left your mobile at my dad’s,” Jake announced as Guy opened his front door.  Standing outside in his tight jeans and motorbike jacket, the well-built twenty-year-old looked little short of stunning.

    “It’s good to see you, Jake,” Guy smiled, grabbing the phone.  “You wanna come in for a beer or something…?”

    “Yeah, or something,” Jake chuckled, as he followed Guy into the house.

    “Thanks for bringing it over,” Guy said, walking through to his kitchen to get a couple of beers out of the fridge.  “You on your way somewhere?”

    “Naah… I just fancied a look out… needed a bit of air.”

    Guy uncapped the beers and passed one to his closest friend’s son.  He’d always had a soft spot for Jake.  When he used to pick him up from school with his own son Simon many years earlier, he’d grown fond of Jake’s playfulness and his mischievous sense of humour.  Now that he was a young man at university, he admired Jake’s developing sexual confidence.  Unlike Simon, who could be awkward around girls, Jake not only had a long-term girlfriend but made no secret of the sex he enjoyed with other bisexual boys.

    “Last time I saw you,” Guy said after taking a swig from his bottle, “our banter got a bit raunchy…”

    Jake grinned back at him, drinking his own beer.  Guy was his dad’s favourite fuck-buddy and a few weeks earlier when the plumber had been around at his house for a few drinks, he and Jake had had fun talking dirty about each other’s bum smells.  They’d had a grope of each other’s hairy arse-cracks and had sniffed the stinky fingers their fumblings had produced, and it had been clear from their flush-faced excitement that both men had ended up extremely turned on.

    Guy smiled and continued, “I’m sorry if I took things too far… I get a bit carried away sometimes…”

    “Come on, Guy… sniffing each other’s butts was hot,” Jake chuckled, hanging his leather jacket on the back of a wooden chair.  “And if you ask me, I don’t think we took things far enough…”

    Guy grinned more broadly.  “Yeah?”

    “Yeah,” Jake smiled.  “Stink can be fun.”

    Then the younger man said, “Actually, can I use your loo?  I really need to take a dump.”

    “Be my guest,” Guy nodded.  “Follow me upstairs… I’ll show you where it is…”

    Jake had been around to his friend’s Simon’s house so many times he could have found the bathroom blindfolded, but he followed the larger man up the stairs while checking out his big round rump so temptingly filling the seat of his jeans.

    Guy went into the bathroom and put the toilet seat down ready for Jake to perch his bum down to take a crap.

    “It’s all yours,” he smiled, showing no signs of leaving the room to give his guest privacy.

    This was better than what Jake had been hoping for, and he quickly pulled down his jeans and bright stripy boxers and sat himself down on the pan.

    His long thick cock drooped downwards into the bowl.  As he let out a first fart it started slowly hardening and was soon rising conspicuously upwards from his two fat hairy balls.

    He grinned up at Guy.  “You know when you’re straining to drop one and you start getting a hard-on from it…?”

    Guy laughed at his young friend leaning forwards to open his bowels.  “Too right, mate.  You know, your cock’s even bigger than your dad’s.”

    “Yeah, and my butt’s a lot cuter,” Jake smirked, as a thick rope of his shit dropped into the bowl so heavily that the back-splash soaked the cheeks of his bum.

    “Oh wow!” Jake guffawed without the slightest trace of embarrassment.  “Talk about a poonami!”

    Guy sniffed the air and winced as the full ferocity of the younger man’s outpouring hit him.

    He laughed, “Aw fuck, that’s rough!  Your butt might be cute but… bloody hell, Jake!  It kicks out the mother of all stinks!”

    “Yeah, my dumps are really smelly,” the university student beamed, as if proud of the rank cloying odour his arse had just produced.  “I dunno why but they reek to high fuck.”

    Guy noticed that the younger man’s cock was now almost fully hard.  It curved upwards from the closely trimmed bush of his pubes, and his foreskin had retracted enough to expose the blunt slitted tip of its large purple head.

    “Are you on full bone, mate?” Guy smirked down at him.

    “Just about, yeah,” Jake grinned back, letting rip with another trumpeting fart.  “Trouble is, the stink’s kinda sexy… it reminds me of having some dude behind me, doing me hard!”

    “Aw really?” Guy chortled.  “Is this how your room stinks this when you’re gettin’ your arse bummed…?”

    “Too right!” Jake laughed, as the memory made his cock stiffen up to full size causing his helmet to pop out through the stretched ring of his foreskin.  “I love it though… it’s really horny when boy-sex gets a bit brown!”

    “Like a shitty fuck, do you?” Guy asked with a sly leer.

    “Yeah, I love it!” Jake guffawed.  “Especially when it’s dead rough and fast and his cock gets covered in my crud!”

    Guy chuckled naughtily and adjusted the prominent bulge that was forming in the crotch of his jeans, making no attempt to disguise that it was his own developing hard-on that needed space to further expand.  Then he removed the toilet roll from its holder and said, “Guess you won’t be needin’ this then!”

    Jake farted again as the last long cord of shit was expelled from his arse.

    Guy gestured him off the toilet, muttering, “If you’re finished, budge over… I’m gonna need to slide a stinker out myself.”

    Jake smirked broadly at the larger man and then stood up, keeping his trousers and boxers down around his ankles and letting his spectacular cock stand proudly erect with its oozing head raised upwards a good ten inches from its veiny base.

    Guy hitched his own jeans and pale blue briefs down, causing his own stubbier but equally thick manhood to bounce upwards and leave a thread of sticky precum clinging to his t-shirt.

    He glanced down at the fat brown coil in the toilet and laughed, “Bloody hell, that’s massive!  I’ve never seen a turd so wide!”

    Jake chortled back.  “My butthole’s been stretched to buggery by… well… buggery!  These days, my dumps come out as thick as mooring ropes!”

    Guy peered at him with surprised interest.  “Is that a thing among you bi-boys, then… do you all have big gapin’ minges tucked away down the backs of your designer boxers?”

    “Yeah, ‘course it is,” Jake nodded.  “When a dude gets regularly fucked, his crinkle grows fatter and wider and starts looking like he’s got a man-vag!”

    “And that’s when you start shittin’ drainpipes?”

    “Pretty much,” Jake laughed.  “I know this guy Will Parker who’s such a fucking tart, he slides out brownies as thick as tree trunks!”

    Guy plonked himself down on the pan so that his hole was puckering open just inches above Jake’s enormous spiralling turd.  His cock poked upwards, gently throbbing with excitement, with its pink slit just visible through the wrinkled mouth of his foreskin.

    Guy’s arse let out a deep, rasping fart and then he said, “This bathroom’s gonna stink worse than the crapper on the oil rig… and that had thirty blokes’ arses droppin’ their loads!”

    “And how many of those sat on the bog with their hard-ons sticking upwards like yours?” Jake asked him with a smirk.

    “Yeah, sorry about that mate, but I’m horny as fuck,” Guy told him.  “Haven’t nutted off in two days.”

    “I’m not complaining… and you can see that mine’s just as stiff.”

    Guy smiled cheekily.  “I fancy havin’ a shit wank if I’m bein’ totally honest.  You ever done that…?  Wanked yerself off while you were takin’ a dump?”

    “Aw yeah!” Jake laughed.  “It feels pretty awesome.  But I’ve got a better idea…”

    Guy looked up eagerly, wondering what this flirtatious young man had going on in his surprisingly dirty mind.  He’d known for that last couple of years that Jake was getting increasingly sexually adventurous, but he’d had no idea that the lad had such a racy side to his tastes.

    Jake grinned back at him before squatting down in front of the plumber’s saggy blue briefs stretched between his shins.

    With his mouth already watering, Jake said, “I’ll suck your cock while you squeeze a log out right on top of mine!”

    Guy laughed and grabbed his throbbing hard-on, yanking the foreskin right back to expose its fat read head.  He directed the tip of it towards Jake’s eager face and said, “Go on then… nosh me off while I shit out a stinker!”

    Jake craned and said in a high-pitched voice, “Whatever you say, Mr Leeson!”

    When he’d been a lot younger and Guy had cooked him tea when he’d come around to visit Simon, he’d always politely called his friend’s dad ‘Mr Leeson’.

    Guy chuckled back all too aware of the reference and watched the same young man, who was now an assertively self-assured adult, take a good six inches of thick boner into his well-practised mouth.  The lad started slurping his lips rapidly up and down the fat hard cock, using his tongue to tease the engorged lobes underneath its bulbous head and sucking powerfully at the dribbling slit with the back of his throat.

    “Fuck, you give good head!” Guy laughed.  “If you’d have been on the rig, you’d have had blokes queueing up to use you both ends!”

    Jake momentarily pulled off the wet shaft and said, “Come on, dump a big log of your own on top of my massive coil!”

    Guy grabbed the lad’s head and forced it back down on his cock.  As he continued to hungrily suck up and down the swollen organ, Jake smelled a new harsh stink as a hot brown log started to be pushed out of the bigger man’s arsehole.

    “Hard,” Guy commanded, working Jake’s head faster along the length of his cock.  “Suck it hard while I squeeze it out.”

    Jake licked furiously at Guy’s bloated bell-end, engorging himself on the organ and taking it down into his throat.  He loved the growing stench wafting up from between the man’s thighs.  It was fierce and pungent and must, Jake mused, be the thrilling stink of taking the burly man roughly up his big hairy arse.

    “Fuck yeah!” the plumber roared, loving the sensation of having a turd sliding out of his rear while his cock was being so eagerly sucked.  “Eat it deep!  Jesus that’s good!”

    The shit finally plopped out, landing solidly onto Jake’s, and Guy bellowed with laughter as a guttural fart was amplified within the bowl of the toilet.

    Jake pulled off him with a slurp and asked, “How did it feel?  Your cock was throbbing so hard I thought you were gonna spunk!”

    “Way better than a shit wank,” Guy grinned at him.

    Guy stood up and the two men faced each other with their cocks upright and resplendent and their two solid arses brazenly unwiped.

    Jake peered down at the toilet with Guy’s dump now freshly deposited on top of his own.  He inhaled deeply and declared, “Aw fuck, yeah… our two deuces make a really rabid stink!”

    Guy glanced down too and chortled, “My turd’s like the opposite of yours… it looks so skinny compared to what came out of your massive whore-gash!”

    Jake laughed back.  “I’m surprised your arse is so tight, though… you let my dad fuck you up it, don’t you?”

    “Very rarely,” the bigger man replied.  “In any case, these days he prefers to get more touchy-feely than doing each other up the butt… like doin’ proper gay stuff with lots of kissing and caressing.”

    “And is that your thing?”  Jake was surprised that Guy would enjoy stuff like that.

    “I’m okay with it… as long as I get to use other outlets too.”

    Jake smirked.  “Well, I promise you that the son prefers a good hard bumming over bullshit like that!”

    “Me and your dad have a deal… the two of us can both play around as long as it’s just for fun…”

    “Fancy having a bit of fun with me, then?” Jake asked, already knowing the answer.

    Guy beamed broadly at the suggestion.  “You any good at wrestling?”

    “What… actual wrestling…?” Jake chuckled.  “You mean like what kids do…?”

    “No, nothing like what kids do.  We strip off, get on my bed and wrestle each other for fucks…”

    That make Jake guffaw.  “Aw yeah… let’s do it!  Let’s fight to ram our cocks up each other’s shitty arses!”

    They started urgently pulling their shoes, sock and jeans off as they lumbered out of the bathroom and along the corridor towards Guy’s bedroom.  Once through the door, the rest of their clothes were hastily stripped and then, naked, they fell giggling onto Guy’s bed and started grappling boisterously to overpower each other.

    They made a contrasting couple, and not just in the twenty year difference between their ages.  Guy was beefy and hairy; Jake was smooth and athletic.  Guy’s huge tattooed biceps had been built from hard manual labour; Jake’s pecs and six-pack had been sculpted from hours spent in the gym.

    The two men tried to grab each other’s balls, making their two thick hard-ons bounce comically around, and then, laughing uproariously, they lunged to out-goose each other’s butt-cracks, enjoying rather than recoiling at how heavily soiled they were.  Soon their hands were covered with each other’s unwiped shit and as they continued to wrestle together, each trying to outwit the other, it ended up smeared in groping brown hand-prints across each other’s chests, hips and backs.

    As they struggled, panting and gasping together, Guy thought he ought to clarify with Jake the terms on which they were play-fighting.

    “If I get you down, Jake,” he breathlessly told his younger adversary, “I’m gonna get behind you and take you up the arse… you really are okay with that, aren’t you?”

    “Course I fucking am,” Jake muttered.  “But not if I get you down first.”

    “This isn’t just jokes,” Guy still wanted to clarify.  “I’m gonna actually shove my cock right up your bum and then I’m gonna hold you down while I fuck you hard and I’m gonna cum up inside you!”

    “Yeah, those is the rules,” Jake agreed, finding the hairy man’s strength and cunning a lot tougher than he’d expected.  “But I reckon it’s your arse that’s gonna get a load of spunk shot up it!”

    “No condoms,” Guy panted, making a final check of how their sex was going to work.  “You okay with that too?”

    “Absolutely,” Jake gasped.  “Bring it on!”

    “In that case…”

    Guy grabbed Jake hard and effortlessly turned the younger man around.  Jake giggled as he struggled but found himself powerless to free himself from the plumber’s strong grip, as Guy bent him forwards, held him firm by the hips and then slid the full length of his pounding hard-on in one rapid lunge up the young man’s gaping hole.

    “Aw fuck yeah!” Jake cried out as the two of them started roughly fucking, Guy hunkered upright behind his squatting companion.  The coating of shit lining the inside of Jake’s bum proved to be excellent lube, and the stink of it clinging to Guy’s shaft as it slammed in and out was like an aphrodisiac, exciting both men into an orgiastic fever, making them sweat and whimper as they rutted in their own stench.

    Their sex was rowdy and aggressive; loveless and crude.  They were getting foul brown stains all over the tousled sheets and smearing their crud across the pillows, but the sheer filth of their cavortions only heightened their enjoyment.

    “Push against me!” Guy gasped, thrusting urgently against Jake’s two splayed buttocks.  “You gotta work it, buddy…”

    Jake slammed his arse back more forcefully than Guy expected, causing the bigger man to lose his balance and fall backwards in surprise.

    All at once, Jake was on him, exploiting the plumber’s momentary confusion.  Within seconds he had spread Guy’s two muscular thighs wide open, pushed the older man’s huge nutsack up out of the way and levelled his cock up with the forested crack underneath it.  This was Jake’s one chance to get the better of his opponent and, in spite of it not being his preferred position, he’d have to fuck the bigger man from the front.

    “You crafty bastard!” Guy laughed, letting out a squelching fart as Jake slid his cock all the way up his hot slippery tunnel.  “You get one minute… just one… make sure you enjoy it!”

    Jake grinned down at him, holding onto him by the knees as he humped him briskly up between his legs the way he made love to his girlfriend.

    But there was nothing remotely feminine about this fuck.  Beneath him was a big hairy man with his shit-coated cock throbbing upwards and his two enormous bollocks jiggling around.  Jake’s own engorged manhood piston-pumped back and forth through the thicket spilling out from between the two muscular thighs, and soon its own shaft was slick and brown as Guy’s meaty bum odour enveloped them in its stench.

    “I love your fuck-stink,” Jake laughed.  “It’s even stronger than what wafted up out of the bog when I was sucking you off!”

    “It’s fuckin’ rank!” Guy chortled.  “But not half as rough as yours!”

    Jake revelled in his momentary opportunity for his own cock to get a taste of the action.  He hammered Guy furiously, panting and sweating, watching the man’s crud-smeared cock head pulsing and dribbling as his arsehole below it was relentlessly trounced.

    “You’re enjoying this,” Jake smiled at his large muscular lover without missing a beat.  “Your knob’s dripping like a tap!”

    “I enjoy getting it up your tush more… and sayin’ that, I think your minute’s up!”

    Jake tried to hold him down, determined to cum up inside the tight squeeze of the larger man’s rectum, but Guy easily overpowered him and freed himself from his missionary embrace.

    Soon the two of them were struggling together again, laughing and panting as they tried to outwit one another.  Their two shit-glistening hard-ons jabbed and smeared fresh stains onto the already dishevelled bedsheets, before Guy managed to swivel Jake around again and bend him down onto all-fours.

    Once his companion was in the position he preferred his male lovers to adopt, Guy grabbed Jake hard around his chest and used his two broad thighs to hold his legs tightly together.  He quickly worked his precum wet hard-on back up into his captive’s rear, reached up to lever him by the shoulders and then set about pounding him roughly.  Gobs of stray shit were flung out from Jake’s retaken entrance and some of them clung to his assailant’s dense pubic bush.

    “Aw yeah!” Jake gasped, loving the feel of his prominent fuck-gape being further stretched and opened by the exertions behind him.  “Really bang me, big guy!  Really stick it to me!”

    Guy laughed and shagged him faster and harder, making his hips crack noisily against Jake’s muscular buttocks as the younger man lunged back against him.

    “God that feels good!” Jake panted.  “I can tell why you’re my dad’s favourite fuck-buddy!”

    Suddenly Guy stopped, half of his cock still buried between the two tight round cheeks.

    “You reckon your dad’ll be pissed off with us?” he asked.  “Like I told you… him and me are getting a bit… you know… ‘involved’ these days.”

    “I dunno,” Jake grunted, eager for the fuck to start up again so he could further enjoy the way his arse being rooted.  “You said that he knows you fuck around… that you guys have a deal or whatever…”

    “Yeah, I guess… but I want you to tell him we did this.  I don’t wanna feel like I’m doing his son behind his back.  I want you to promise you’ll tell him when you get home.”

    “Sure thing, Mr Leeson,” Jake chirped in his high-pitched boyish voice.  “I promise I’ll let my dad know that you shit-fucked me!”

    Guy laughed.  “Yeah, just make sure you do.”

    Guy started fucking Jake hard again, delighting as the younger man let out a series of spattering farts.  The stink of their sex was on one level revolting but on another feverishly exciting and the two of them bucked and slammed together as they worked their bodies in unison.

    “Let’s squat chest-to-back,” Guy suggested.  “I wanna make you cum feeling like you’re taking one of those big wide shits of yours.”

    “Fuck yeah!” Jake chortled.  “Your cock’s just about as thick as one of my massive turds!”

    They squatted together and the burly plumber wrapped one arm around Jake’s chest, and with the other reached further down to the veiny shaft of the student’s long thick cock.

    “Right, push my cock slowly out,” Guy instructed him, “like you’re squeezing out one of your bog-blockers!”

    Jake clenched the muscles of his arse like he was pushing out a particularly stubborn dump and Guy’s hand got to work vigorously rubbing up and down the length of his rock-hard manhood.

    “Oh God yeah!” Jake cried out, his voice an octave higher from the sheer pleasure he was experiencing.  “That feels so fucking good!”

    Guy laughed at his young friend’s surprise.  “Keep shitting it out, buddy, and I’ll wank you off until you cum!”

    Once Guy’s cock had all but been expelled from Jake’s bum, he slid it right back up and they did it again.  Guy’s hand grew faster and Jake’s gasps grew louder until, on the third repeat, the young man let out a plaintive cry and thick jets of his semen were shot across the bedding and a good few feet up the wall.

    As Jake panted and whimpered through a dizzyingly powerful orgasm, Guy changed his technique to maximise his companion’s pleasure.  He gently slid his cock up and down inside Jake’s bum, stimulating something deep inside him that always had a similarly dramatic effect when he did it to his father.

    He kept sliding Jake’s foreskin rapidly up and down, whispering in his ear, “That’s it, mate… spunk it all out… I’m not gonna stop until you’re all milked dry…”

    Guy had been well-trained by his former wife, during the years they’d been married, in the art of prolonging another person’s climax to the full.  Since then Jake’s dad had added his own suggestions from a male and anal perspective and these days Guy was quite the expert in extending his lovers’ final throes of passion whatever their gender.

    Once Jake had fully spent himself and had collapsed forwards exhausted, Guy said, “Right, just give me half a minute and I’ll fill you up with mine!”

    He grabbed the young man by the hips and frantically pummelled his rear.  Their sex was no longer for pleasure but for pure gratification and soon the large man’s crude impatient thrusting had yielded the desired effect.  He grunted animalistically as he emptied his big bollocks into Jake’s gaping arsehole, falling on top of the younger man’s back so that his wiry chest hair tickled between his shoulder blades.  He clung onto Jake, still jabbing his cock roughly in and out, until soon the flexing of his buttocks began to slow and his rhythm faltered before finally petering out.

    The post-coital silence was eventually broken by Jake.  “Jesus Christ… I’m going to be shitting spunk for a week.”

    “Yeah, I told you,” Guy replied, pushing himself up from his back, “I haven’t nutted for two days.  I could’ve filled a pint pot up.”

    “Look at the fucking mess,” Jake muttered, as if seeing the state of the room for the first time.  “You’re gonna need to wash these sheets.”

    “Really… no kidding?” Guy chuckled.  “And there was me thinking they might last another week.”

    The two of them clambered off the bed and stood in front of each other, their brown-smeared cocks limpening and their bodies haphazardly daubed with each other’s shit.  For a moment neither of them knew what to say after such vulgar scatalogical sex which had proven for them both to be so simultaneously exciting.

    Eventually Guy smiled and said, “Well, you’ve turned out to be a very dirty young man, Jake Furlong.”

    Jake laughed back.  “Hey – it was you who started it!”

    “I did not!”

    “You did… you stayed in the loo when I was crapping.”

    Guy was about to argue that Jake hadn’t exactly tried to push him out, but then conceded, “Well maybe I did… but we’re okay, aren’t we?  I mean, this isn’t gonna fuck things up between us, is it?”

    “We good,” Jake nodded.  “I just really need to take shower and fart a couple of gallons of spunk out.”

    “You can use the main bathroom,” Guy nodded.  “I’ll use the shower in the little en-suite in here.”

    After Jake had flushed the toilet in the bathroom to get rid of what now seemed like some seriously unseemly foreplay, Guy threw him a towel and headed off to wash the brown smears off himself.

    Neither of them heard Simon coming home early over the roar of hot water, nor heard him calling up to ask why Jake Furlong’s leather jacket was in the kitchen, nor clomping upstairs to find out why both showers were being used.


    As soon as Jake returned from Guy’s I knew something had happened.  My son isn’t always the easiest person to read but something in his demeanour, his body language perhaps, told me that things weren’t quite right.

    “Did you return the mobile to Guy?” I asked him, looking for clues in his enigmatic expression.

    He chose not to answer the question but instead said, “You know how you said I could play around with any of your buddies, but that Guy was out of bounds…”

    “Yes,” I replied.  Guy was becoming increasingly special to me.

    “Well, when I gave him his phone back we ended up playing around together,” my son informed me.  “And it got pretty heavy.”

    At first I couldn’t process what he’d said and it took me a few seconds to manage to articulate, “Are you saying you just had sex with Guy?”

    He nodded glumly.  “In spades.”

    “What do you mean, ‘in spades’?”

    He shrugged and then admitted, “It got really intense.”

    I perched myself back against the kitchen table, my mind reeling in shock that my son had just seduced the man I was coming to think of as my boyfriend.

    “Wow,” I said.  “That’s quite a revelation, Jake.  You know how fond I am of Guy.”

    “I know… I didn’t mean it to happen.  It just sort of grew out of nothing.”

    “So what did happen?” I heard myself ask, although I wasn’t entirely sure that I wanted to know.

    “We were just joking around and then he went upstairs with me while I used the loo… and then whoomph!  We were fucking really hard on his bed… and it got smelly and nasty and all the crud from our butts made us both even more horny…”

    “Oh,” I said.  “Well that puts a very different slant on it…”

    “Thing is… Simon came home unexpectedly at the end of it… kinda saw what we’d been up to.”

    “Guy’s son saw all the… er… mess?” I asked, allowing myself a chuckle.  “Gosh I wonder what his prissy little lordship made of seeing a bit of man-on-man shit-play?”

    “He wasn’t that impressed,” Jake quipped.  “Actually that’s putting it mildly.”

    Then he asked, “Look, dad, are you like really pissed off with me?  I mean, I’m sorry it happened but Guy made me promise I would tell you.”

    I walked over to pat my son on the shoulder.

    “I like my sex with Guy to be gentle and affectionate,” I began.  “We still enjoy occasional anal, but we’re experimenting more with kissing, caressing and even climaxing together during face-to-face frottage.  I suppose we’re moving into the realms of gay lovemaking rather than just having sex together as two detached men.”

    “You guys are into frot?” Jake chortled.  “Oh my God… dick-rubbing is so for girls…”

    I smiled.  “If you ever meet another young man who you feel romantically attracted to, you might also find that penile frottage proves to be extremely erotic for you both.”

    “So you’re romantically attracted to Guy?  Does he feel the same way?”

    “He told me that he’s no longer looking for a girlfriend.  He was like, ‘Why am I looking for a girlfriend when I’ve already got one?’”

    Jake grinned.  “So he’s basically telling you that you’re his bitch.”

    “Given that he expressed the sentiment during a passionate bout of what you call dick-rubbing, I found it incredibly cute.”

    “So what’s your point?” Jake asked.  “I get it that you guys are getting all kissy-cuddly together… so does that make you even more angry that he goes and gets hot and heavy with me…?”

    “On the contrary,” I smiled.  “We’ve agreed that we’re both able to use other outlets to fulfil our more… well… bodily needs.  What the two of you just did was clearly very different from what he and I have together.”

    “Well, yeah… there was nothing romantic about our sex… I can totally assure you of that.”

    I nodded.  “I suppose it must be difficult to make it romantic when you’re smeared in each other’s shit.”

    “We weren’t exactly smeared in it,” Jake chuckled, “but it was pretty messy.”

    “Your sex clearly satisfied Guy in a very different way than the more tactile and sensual lovemaking he’s growing to enjoy with me.”

    “So you’re okay about it?” he asked.

    “Guy has other lovers, both male and female… just as I do, of course.  As long his sex with other men involves merely bending and bumming, I’m happy that the kissy-cuddly stuff is something he only does with me.”

    “Yeah, there was a lot of bending and bumming,” my son grinned, “but absolutely nothing even remotely kissy-cuddly.”

    “I assume you were the one bending,” I chuckled.  “He’s not so keen on bending himself.”

    “I managed to get it up him once,” he chortled back.  “I reckon he enjoys taking it up the butt a lot more than he lets on.”

    We laughed together and then smiled warmly at each other.

    “Enjoy your fun,” I told him.  “But make sure it stays as just fun…”


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  • The Monkey and The Donkey

    (Contd… from Previous-Part)

    He was perhaps waiting for this to happen. It did not take him a second and he took half of my penis in his mouth and kept swallowing all what it released very gently. He might have probably guessed the right time to take it in his mouth by sensing the stiffness and pre-climax motions of my penis because he did not allow even a single drop to be wasted. The vacuum created by his sucking was forcing more and more of my juices to flow through my penis, which he kept swallowing down his throat.

    He was sucking it and probably enjoying it as he was not in a hurry. His eyes were closed. He was resting my penis on his finger tips, and rest of the things were being done by his tongue inside his mouth.

    After a few minutes, when the vibrations of my penis reduced and overflow of juices stopped, he gently grabbed my penis from the base, and started pulling it out slowly but on the other end he was stretching it with his lips.  Woaaah !  It worked as a gentle massage, and any residuals left inside my foreskin might have now been cleaned. I felt the warmth and softness of his tongue when the inner part of my penis-head, without the foreskin might have touched his tongue after this stretching exercise.  I repeated it a couple of times.  I was feeling exhausted after this ejaculation. This orgasm was very deep rooted and touched every nerve of my body.

    After he was done, he moved up, and reached my lips. I got the attention when his smooth body rubbed against mine, and his warm breath fall over my lips. He grabbed me in his arms and gave me a passionate kiss. I too started exploring his smooth shiny body with my hands around him.

    Besides his this loving action, there was one more thing that drew my attention. It was his super-hard, thick penis which was rubbing against my belly. It was so hard, and abnormally thick that I could feel it even though he was wearing his undies. But, I was feeling sleepy after this session and wanted to sleep. He kept on kissing me on my cheeks, my ear-lobe, my chin and my neck. But it could not help him much. It made me feel myself in the company of a very compassionate, and caring person whom I love, and thus allowed me to go in a trusted-zone with the confidence and assurance to sleep calmly.

    He probably guessed it correctly with slowing down motions of my hands which were exploring his body a little while ago and my eyes which were closed and motion-less.

    He tried to wake me up and make me active once again with a nose-nudge. But I was feeling  totally like a drugged person, who was capable of receiving all signals but was unable to respond back.

    Next thing I felt was a bit awkward. He grabbed my lower lip with his teeth and started pulling it away. What kind of kiss was that? Obviously, it was meant to draw my attention and awake me. Junglee!!! *the Wild beast*

    Naturally, it was enough for me to open my eyes. I came out of the dead-zone, and he smiled. Then he sucked my lip which was in his mouth and with his other hand gave a squeeze to my penis and the balls.

    After a moment, when he released my lip, I was looking at his face. I was mesmerized with his inner and outer beauty. His shiny eyes, cute and smiling face, pink lips. He was looking gorgeous.  He then grabbed my hand in his hand, moved it over to his under-wear, made me grab his cock and squeezed it through my hand.  He continued doing it through my hand a couple of times, and closed his eyes. Then he took my hand and inserted it inside his underwear. It was really a hard piece of rock. Heavy, thick and warm. His balls were competing with his thick and round shaped cock. His eyes were closed. When my hand touched his cock (I guess, it was for the first time),  I heard him moaning softly.

    I understood his signal. Till now, he has been doing it to me all the time. I hardly ever reciprocated the favor back to him, not even jerking him to release his sexual energy. His sexual desires and needs are way too higher than mine. I am seeing it almost on daily basis, but I could not dare to reach his cock yet. He needed me, but I was never there for him.

    He continued doing it through my hands with his eyes closed. Slowly his moaning started getting a little bit louder and deeper. His breathing pace increased.  I started massaging his back and his hips with my other hand and volunteered to give him what he wanted me to do. My hands kept massaging his cock at its own pace, matching with his moaning and his breathing frequency, and he slowly pulled his hand out of his underwear. It took some time, but he shot a huge load of sperm when he did it. I felt a bit uncomfortable when my hand was all wet with his sperm after he ejaculated.  I did not want to spoil his mood because of my such feelings, so I kept my hand as it was inside his underwear, holding his penis and his balls.

    After he was done, he fell over me as if he was a dead meat. He embraced me tightly from top to bottom. His hands were wrapped around my head and lower part of my body was covered between his thighs. He kissed me one more time, and whispered near my ear, “I Love you more than anything, sweet heart. Never leave me alone!”

    After a while, we got ourselves cleaned, took a bath (I forced him for it), changed our bed-sheet, and got laid on the bed for a good night sleep. As usual, he ensured that he was feeling me with him and some part of his body was touching mine all the time when we sleep.

  • Hey Nurse

    Hey Nurse

    I never thought I would turn out to be roommates and close friends with a gay guy.  But that’s how it all landed, with Jake and me.  I didn’t actually know he was gay until last semester, when we moved in together.  There were clues before, but I’m kind of clueless sometimes.   

    We are college juniors, age 20, and we became close friends freshman year on the football team.  Jake quit the team halfway through last year.  The thing with Jake is that he actually has a brain, he’s smart. And he decided he wanted to quit football and focus a lot more on academics.  His goal is to get into medical school. He’s really into health and how the human body works, and stuff like that.

    Me, I’m more an average student, simple minded. I’m a big easy-going lunk and my #1 thing is playing football. I just want to have fun and pass my classes and graduate. I’ll figure out later what comes next.

    So yeah, Jake and me, we live off campus, not too far from the stadium, in a first-floor apartment on a side street.  It’s been going pretty well.  He’s one of my best friends and he’s a great roommate. I’m kind of a slob and he does a lot of the stuff I can’t seem to do, like most of the dishes, and taking out trash, and stuff like that.  I should do more but I just can’t get organized the way he can.  It’s why I like football: they give you a schedule and your job is simple: you just show up and do it.  And it ends up being great experience. You don’t have to come up with the plans on your own.  Coaches and staff, that’s their job.

    Anyway, me and Jake.  When I first learned he is secretly gay, I had weird thoughts inside, like, what if my friend gets attracted to me? I’m one of the best looking guys on the team, and everywhere I go girls have always been after me even though I have a girlfriend.  I’m 6 foot 3, blond hair and blue eyes, very handsome with a big thick solid build all over. I weigh 235 pounds and a lot of it is muscle.  On the team my position is Tight End. I like it a lot because I don’t just do the same one thing all the time.  It’s a mix of blocking, rushing, and catching.  Each game is different.

    Jake was pretty good on the football team as a freshman, but he wasn’t really on my level. He liked football in high school and he figured, why not keep going with it.  Me, on the other hand, football was and is my favorite thing. I love the game and I also just like being part of the team, the tribe.  Also I’m a few inches taller and bigger and stronger than Jake, and that probably helped to make me a better player.  

    Jake is 6 foot 1 and probably weighs 190 to 200.  He’s still in great shape but he gets to work out just for fun or health now, at the campus gym.  He goes there a lot, almost every day.  He’s free from the brutal team practices and the intense workouts given by the football team’s strength-conditioning coaches.  I hate it sometimes, the intensity and the soreness after, but I’ll tell you, man, that shit works. The coaches know what they are doing with us. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I can’t believe how strong and powerful I’m getting.  I’m starting to look like a real life He-Man, the big blond superhero from the comics.

    Oh yeah, I didn’t even tell you my name. I’m Connor. I’m straight and I have a girlfriend, although that’s been kind of tense lately.  Her roommate is uptight and doesn’t feel comfortable with me staying over, but my girlfriend hates staying with me ‘cause my room is a mess and I am a total slob, like I said.  She nags and nags, whenever she’s at my place.  I just try to shrug it all off.  The sex is pretty good, at least when I’m getting some.  Not as much lately.  Maybe she’s getting tired of being with a dumb jock who’s also a slob, even if he is good looking.  I probably would be tired of me too, LOL.

    I learned Jake is gay when I came rushing back to the apartment one morning to get something I forgot.  He didn’t expect me to come back, and he was watching porn with headphones, in his room but with the door wide open.  And the way he flipped out so intensely when he saw me, plus I thought I saw two guys on the screen for that half-second… it made me wonder, because we’re close friends who laugh and joke about everything, and what’s so bad about watching some porn, right?  And I had been wondering why he seemed less and less interested in girls, since two years ago when we were new friends and he was girl-crazy, or at least he acted like it.

    Jake is good looking too, in his own way, with his smart-guy glasses and his fit muscles and his dark brown beard and chest hair.  He looks more like 22 to 24 than 20, with the beard.  Me, I can’t grow a real beard at all, I’m a big blond smoothie, face and body. It runs in the family I guess. 

    Anyway, the porn. I saw a quick flash of it and I kind of knew, it was guy on guy stuff that he was watching.  So I asked Jake. “Dude! Was that gay porn? Is that what the big deal is, here? I mean, it’s okay if it was…  I’m just asking ‘cause you got so freaked out.” 

    Jake said “NO!” and he tried to change the subject.

    But then two nights later, he told me.  Not just the porn, but he explained to me he’s been dealing with this issue on his own lately.  He’s been trying to figure out if he’s attracted to guys more than to girls, and he thinks the answer is yes.  He said he doesn’t want to go to the gay student group, because then everybody sees you and everybody talks and everybody knows, and he’s just not ready for that.

    I decided to act cool about it and I said it’s no problem, and we’re still solid as friends, it doesn’t change anything between us, all that supportive type of stuff.  Jake was really glad to hear that. But inside, I was not sure how I felt.  He also wanted me to help him keep this a secret until he’s ready to tell more people. I said of course. It was the least I could do, I mean, Jake is one of my best friends, one of my favorite people in the world.  And living with me, he washes our dishes every day and cleans out the fridge, and all that kind of house stuff. 

    A month later I had an incident with our next door neighbor.  This guy approached me on the sidewalk outside our house, and he said in a hostile way, “Yo. Big guy.  You and your buddy in there, you two are fags, right?”

    My ice blue eyes stared down into his dark ones.  I spoke before thinking but at least it was honest.  “I’m straight. My buddy is my friend, and I’m cool with everything about him.  Why are you getting into our business. We don’t get into yours.  What’s the problem?” 

    He looked up at me, still angry, and he went on. “Yeah well, it’s my fuckin’ business when I have to hear it.  See that window right over there, next door to you, that’s MY window. I don’t wanna hear whatever fuckin’ private sexual shit you guys do in there. Don’t go throwing it in my fuckin’ face, makin’ me have to listen to it.”

    I blushed in surprise. I didn’t know Jake was inviting other guys over for sex in his room when I wasn’t there.  But then in the next instant I realized, well, why not. I have my girlfriend over sometimes, and we’ve fucked in my room. I said to the angry neighbor dude, “Oh Jesus, I had no idea. Okay, I’ll take care of it, I’ll talk to him.” 

    I could have gone aggressive on this guy for calling us fags.  At 6 foot 3 and 235 pounds of muscle I’m huge compared to him.  And, I’m athletically trained to take anybody down hard, if I need to. But I was thrown off my game by the awkwardness of what he was actually angry about. I just wanted to end the confrontation fast.  So I let it go. 

    I downplayed it for Jake that night, but I did tell him.  “So yeah you really need to keep the noise down, if you have somebody over, OK? ‘Cause otherwise…  this guy, he’s going to be a problem.” 

    Jake was embarrassed and said he would be more careful from now on.  But he couldn’t resist adding a bit more, with a mischievous smile on his face.  “For the record, though – it hasn’t been me making the noise, if you know what I mean.  I might have done things to somebody, things that made *him* make noise… “

    I waved my arms in the air.  “Too much information, bro! Too much!”  And I retreated to my room, laughing.  But what Jake said must have stayed in my mind, because of what happened next.

    Like I said earlier, things between me and my girlfriend were sometimes good and sometimes tense.  And late one night after we had fought on the phone, I poked around online and I watched some porn to take my mind off the girlfriend and our fight.  Then I lay in my bed and slid my sweatpants and underwear down, and I started to stroke my dick and jack off. 

    To my surprise, while jacking off, my brain suddenly pulled up an imaginary scene of Jake fucking a boy in the next room.  Jake’s body is on top of the boy, Jake is fucking him, and the boy is going “Ohh! Uhh! OHHH!” as Jake fucks him hard.  I see this crystal clear image of Jake’s strong fit body fucking some other guy, Jake’s arms pinning him down.  Jake’s butt muscles are flexing hard, pumping, as he fucks the boy right up the ass. I had never ever thought of this stuff in my head before, it definitely was not the category of porn I was watching earlier.  And within seconds, it made me cum.  Not just cum like usual; this was immediate, huge, and intense.  A thick jet of white spunk flew right out my dick, clear over my head and onto the bedroom wall behind me.

    It happened a few more times after that.  I never said anything to Jake.  And I tried to focus more of my thoughts back onto my girlfriend, or fantasize about other hot girls who flirt with me around campus.

    Fall Semester ended, winter break and the holidays happened, and we all came back for Spring semester a few weeks ago. I had to come back earlier, for football practice and the first game of January.  Everything was good though… until the day I started to feel just a little bit lousy. And then worse, and worse.

    I ignored the symptoms at first.  Weird, floaty feelings of muscle weakness, which is the opposite of how I usually feel physically.  I’m a strong machine, I’m like a bull, I never get sick.  And on the team I am known for doing anything the coaches want me to do, and doing a good job with it. 

    But this was different. I started to feel a few shivers and I thought of calling in sick to the game, but it didn’t seem that bad.  So I played.  It was a fucking cold day though, out there on the field. By the end of the game I felt really dizzy and weak and it was like a big sledgehammer of fatigue came crashing down on me.  I went home sick and stayed sick. It got worse, with rising fever and chills.  I hadn’t been sick like that in a long time, maybe four or five years ago when I was in high school. 

    Jake said it was a classic case of the flu. He pointed out flu is short for influenza, which used to kill people.  Thanks buddy, good to know.  It sure felt like it.

    My girlfriend stayed the hell away from me, she didn’t want to catch it.  But Jake for some reason didn’t care about that, and he was concerned about getting me through the worst of it. Getting me better became his project… and he became my personal nurse.

    I was so out of it and weak with fever that I didn’t think much about it.  My body might have looked the same big strong shape, but it felt like all the actual strength in it was gone.  If you ever had a really bad case of the flu, then you know.

    Every few hours a knocking sound would happen at my door.  I’d say, “Hey Nurse.”  Then Jake would come bounding into my room with his smiling bearded face and a tall mug of hot tea, and he’d say “Hydration time, buddy.”  Or he’d bring me some takeout Chinese food or a plate of roast chicken and mashed potatoes.  I didn’t have much of an appetite, but Jake said to eat and drink plenty.  He also made me take vitamins.  Sometimes the tea was strongly brewed ginger tea; he said it would help me.  I drank it. I felt half-dead and was in no position to disagree. 

    I just laid there in my bed, sweating and exhausted and sick, and this is how several days and nights went by.  Knock-knock.  Hey Nurse.  Thanks, Nurse.  I ate half of it, is that enough?  OK, OK, I’ll drink some more Gatorade.  Whatever you say, Jake. 

    And thanks, my friend. Don’t know what I would do here, without you, if I was alone.

    My head was a blur and my body just felt heavy like lead, and it all ached from head to toe.  My temperature stayed mostly around 102 to 103 fahrenheit, four degrees above normal.  And we tried to get it down with cold/flu medicine but my body is so big the dose didn’t work that much, and Jake was cautious about double-dosing.  Mostly all I could do was sleep and sleep and sleep some more.  For days and nights and days and nights. 

    One of my coaches came by to be sure I didn’t need to go to the hospital.  He said “Shit, that’s some bad flu you got.  Connor, we’re thinking of you, man, but… stay away from the team!”  I nodded and smiled faintly and said “Yup.”  Didn’t have the strength to laugh.

    On day 4, in the morning, Jake knocked and brought me some breakfast: a bowl of oatmeal, a glass of orange juice, a small plate of scrambled eggs, and a banana. “I want to see you eat more today, 41.” He sometimes calls me Connor and sometimes calls me Blondie or Big Boy, and sometimes he calls me #41, my jersey number.

    It’s almost as much food as I eat normally, when I’m healthy.  But it looks like too much now, when I’m sick.  But I say I’ll try.

    Jake says “I’m going to class now, and some other stuff, but when I’m back, there’s more to do. You and this room smell fuckin’ awful, and it’s time for a refresh.  But just eat this, and then rest a lot. OK?” I say OK.  He reaches down and puts a hand on my shoulder.  The t-shirt is wet with sweat.  But he keeps his hand there on me for a moment and he says “I think you’re a little better today. I can see it.  You’re starting to get better.” He pauses and says, “You got this, Connor.” 

    Then he brings me water and a dose of cold medicine, and he goes off to class.  I pick at the eggs and oatmeal but then I think of how my teammates are waiting for me to get better and strong again, and how if Jake made this whole breakfast just for me, the least I can do is eat it.  So I do, appetite or no appetite. I get it all down, obediently, the food and then the cold medicine. It’s all stuff I have to take.  And I lay back and fall deep asleep.

    Jake comes back around mid-day.  Plates and bowls and cups cover the surface of my nightstand next to the bed.  I say “Hey Nurse. Look. I ate everything.”

    He smiles broadly. I notice that when he was out, he also got a haircut, and his dark brown beard is trimmed a little, it looks good. He looks down at the sight of me, so big yet helpless, sprawled across in my bed, and he says with a grin, “Good job, Blondie.” 

    Then Jake orders me up out of bed, tells me to go take a shower and change my clothes.  He’s assembled for me a set of clean clothes to wear, including one of his oversize T-shirts.  I stagger slowly into the bathroom and take the shower.  I wash my body all over. I think my last shower was maybe two days ago, it’s hard to remember.  I was very sick for that one and I felt like a wreck, even in the shower.  But today this feels really good, the very warm water all over me, and the soap and shampoo.  I stand in there for a long time, like I’m in a daze or a trance.  Finally I get out and towel off naked and slowly put on all these new clean clothes, piece by piece. I still feel weak and shaky, but definitely better than before. I chuckle out loud, happy. It’s true, I’m getting better!

    I get back to my room and I’m surprised.  Jake has stripped my bedsheets off the bed, it’s a bare mattress. He’s also gathered up all my dirty clothes.  “Cleanup time” he says with a smile.  I’m confused because it’s my bed and I want to lie down, I need to.  But he says “I put a new set of spare sheets on my bed.  You’ll stay there for the next few hours.” 

    My mind slowly adjusts to this information.  “OK, Nurse.”

    Seconds later I’m in Jake’s room and I’m falling slowly into Jake’s bed.  God, I am fucking tired but I feel clean, I do feel a lot better. Jake’s bed smells good and it feels really nice.  He has a better mattress. I need a better mattress, I’m a big guy and mine is falling apart.  I’m exhausted. Fever is going away, but it’s not down to normal yet. I slowly roll onto my side and hug Jake’s extra pillow and I fall deep, deep asleep.  The dreams are kind of nice this time, not all feverish and fucked-up.

    When Jake comes back hours later, he peeks in to check on me.  I pretend to be asleep because sleep is what he told me to do. I hear a rustling and activity in my room down the hall, and then he comes back and says “OK, transfer time, your new bed is ready.”

    Jake gets me some more cold medicine and I take it, and he guides me back into my own bed. It’s clean and feels really good.  He also had kept the windows open, blowing cold fresh air through the room. Now he has a space heater warming my room back up again.  And the air in the room is clean, fresh, healthy.  Suddenly this big surge of gratitude comes up inside me. It’s almost emotional-like.  I look at him and said, “Jake. Thank you.”

    Jake waves his hand and smiles, scratching his beard. “No problem.  I just want to help you get back to health and in the game.”  He says he’ll put away my clothes and make some lunch for me while I rest. I say “Jake I’m starting to feel better, I can do this stuff…” but the tiredness and cold medicine are kicking in.  My voice drifts off and I snuggle into the pillow and sink into another round of sleep. 

    When I wake up an hour later, I get another surprise, and it’s even bigger.

    My arms are wrapped around something large, cozy and very warm.  It’s Jake. My body is wrapped spoon-like around his, and he is right here in my two-person (queen size) bed with me. Cuddling. I’m holding Jake tight and close, and he feels warm and solid in my arms.  Waking to discover us like this, I startle in surprise. Jake feels it and he says “Hey there. So uh… you can hold me some more, or I can go…” and I murmur, “how, what —why am I holding you?”

    Still facing away from me as I hold him in my arms, Jake says, “You asked me to. In your sleep.”

    I’m even more surprised.  “I did?” 

    “You did.” Jake’s head full of dark brown hair nods in front of my own as I keep on holding his body. My mind is slowly processing this.  He says I asked to hold him.

    Both my hands are resting on Jake’s chest as we lay there, me holding him.  My hands notice the chest, I feel the texture of its light fur beneath his t-shirt, and feel his thick strong pectoral muscles at rest, feel his breathing rise and fall softly.  Holding Jake feels very awkward, very intimate, very warm…  and really really REALLY good.  Confusing.  I have an urge to stop it, and yet I want it to continue, not end. 

    I hold him a moment longer, both of us breathing slow and resting perfectly still.  Finally I say “ok I’m good” and he slides gently out of my arms and goes down the hall. I hear sounds from the kitchen.

    Laying there in bed and hearing Jake in the kitchen, I become aware that my dick is hard, the first erection since I got sick almost a week ago.  And I realize, oh fuck, my hard dick was probably pressed against Jake, I didn’t even know that was going on, and what if he felt it when I held him.  He probably did feel it.

    And now here Jake comes again, back with lunch, more food for me.  I grin a big smile like normal, my happy healthy self.  “Hey Nurse.”  He’s brought me a tuna-cheese-melt sandwich, and another bottle of Gatorade.  And another day’s vitamins.

    =-=-=-=-=-=-=

    That day was my turnaround. Clean bed, clean body, clean clothes, clean air in my room. Each day after this, I got back more strength and energy, and a few days later I came back to football practice and was able to keep up with most of it.  They kept me out of the next game, but it was so damn good to be back, and feeling ready to jump back in the game as soon as I could.

    And privately, at home, I missed Jake’s care sometimes.  I didn’t want to be sick again, that’s for damn sure.  But it was nice the way he fed me nourishing meals and brought me whatever I needed, and did everything for me like laundry and stuff, and he just cared about me so much. 

    When I finally reconnected with my girlfriend – two days after I started to get better, which was the day I held Jake in my bed – I realized she hadn’t been there for me at all.  She texted me each day. But she could have come over and visited me a few times, even just once, if she cared.  We sat over lunch on the main campus and we talked about maybe breaking up. She got defensive and said “you know I’m phobic about germs” and said I was blaming her when I was the one who got sick. Then she said, oh by the way, why did you stupidly play a football game in extreme cold weather when you were starting to get the flu? 

    To me, that was the 100% wrong thing to say.  The opposite of what I was looking to hear. 

    In anger, late that afternoon, I pushed my body harder than I should have at the strength/conditioning workout. It was my first time back since being sick with the flu, and it was a legs and lower body workout. God, those are the hardest.  I don’t know what I was thinking, trying so hard, I wasn’t anywhere near back to 100% health and strength yet.  But I was so frustrated by the girlfriend thing and the stuff she said to me.  

    So I strained and pressed and squeezed and lifted and squatted with all I had to give.  I staggered out of there and teammates said “Whoa Connor, we heard you were in bad shape. Coach was almost going to take you to the hospital. But look at you, back on the attack!” I laughed and said “Damn straight. #41 is back!” I acted like it was true, but I could feel my big thick legs and butt were not so powerful today at all, in fact, they had been pushed to total exhaustion. I was staggering and almost shaking when I walked out of there.

    The next day, the muscle soreness in my legs and butt was much more intense than anything I had experienced before.  I had definitely pushed too hard, and should have gone easier after just getting over the flu. The soreness and muscle ache were so bad, that evening I actually fell down and had to grab onto the kitchen table, when I got up after eating.  Jake came out of his room and asked “You okay?”  I said yeah, it’s just that my muscles are so fucking sore.

    Jake grinned.  “You can ask the nurse for some physical therapy, anytime.”

    I grinned back, aware that Jake was flirting with me, overtly, for the first time.  And I remembered how I had held him in bed, and apparently that happened because I asked for it. In my sleep. Maybe I was under the influence of cold medicine, but still, I asked him to get in bed with me like that.  And now here I was, in need, my muscles were sobbing with soreness and desperate for relief.  He was offering it.

    I said to Jake, “Thanks, I’ll consider it.” 

    He said, “Seriously. You just drink some more Gatorade now, and I’ll ask you again in an hour.  I’m telling you, I can get the soreness down by half, just moving your muscles around some.  You’d be in better shape tomorrow.”

    I said “Jesus, tomorrow. That’s the next workout. I can barely fuckin’ stand up!”

    Jake went to the refrigerator, pulled out a large bottle of Gatorade, handed it to me and said “Drink.”

    “Yes, Nurse.” 

    I lifted the bottle to my mouth and chugged, chugged, chugged, chugged.  He was right, I did need to hydrate more.

    Jake smiled “Good job.  Okay, 41, here’s the deal.  We have a massage appointment an hour from now.  My room.  You can cancel, but for now it’s on the schedule.”  And he grinned, nodded, and walked slowly back down the hall. 

    My eyes lingered on the way Jake’s muscular body moved, at ease and confident, as he walked down the hallway to his room.  And I felt my dick stir to life just a little, down between my big sore legs.

    And I thought, fuck, this is getting confusing.  If I start to get turned on by my friend who’s also my roommate, will it fuck everything up?  Am I still straight?  What’s going on here?  Is he going to, like, turn me gay or something?

    Then I snapped to attention and told myself:  Dude, relax.  You’re thinking too much.

    But I knew I did want that massage.  Needed it.  My legs and butt were still sore, and aching so damn bad. 

    An hour later I’m knocking on Jake’s door. “Hey Nurse.”  Then I’m in Jake’s room and I’m laying on my belly, stretched out on his bed, wearing just a T shirt and some boxer shorts.  He’s put some towels beneath me.  He’s cranked up his portable space-heater along with the radiator, and the bedroom is nice and warm. 

    Jake’s hands begin to work on my legs.  Kneading and working the muscles, gently, tapping into all that soreness.  The mix of pain and release in my thighs and hamstrings and calves feels like agony and good medicine at the same time.  His hands feel very warm and big and good on me, moving, pressing, stroking. He turns me over onto my back and hoists a leg up onto his shoulder.  My leg is relaxed resting on him, and he kneads it more deeply as it hangs on him.  At precise points, he presses his fingers deep into the soreness.  Wow.  The sensation is so fucking good. I can’t believe how much he’s getting in there, deep in my muscle tissues, penetrating them.  Then the other leg, same thing.  Fingers pressing deep into my quadricep, my hamstring, finding pockets of soreness and fatigue and just pressing down on them real good.

    I’ve had my eyes closed but now I open them and look up at him, now, in the low light of his bedroom.  Jake’s strong hands and arms, his whole body and his handsome brown-eyed bearded face are in soft concentration, as he works on me.

    Then he says “I want to use some oil.  Gonna take your shirt off now, so it doesn’t get stained.”  I instinctively raise my arms to comply, and Jake pulls my T-shirt up over my head.  He takes out a bottle of extra-light olive oil borrowed from the kitchen, and he turns me back over onto my belly again.  His warm fingers spread oil all over my back and shoulders and triceps, and he leans down on me.  His hands are pressing and massaging as the oil allows his hands to slide and glide effortlessly on my bare skin.  It feels great. 

    He says “Damn, Connor, so much muscle all over you. Big.  And it’s all so smooth.”

    I chuckle as his hands press and caress and massage my big thick broad back and shoulders.  I say nothing. Neither does Jake. His warm big hands just keep moving all over me, and what he’s doing to me has me feeling so fucking good.

    Then he oils up each of my thick beefy legs and massages them again.  The soreness is still deep in my leg muscles but he already got a lot of it released and moved around, and they feel much better.  His hands are doing some really good things to me.  Then he reaches up and tugs gently on the waistband of my underwear.  “Let’s get this off… I want to work on your butt.”  I’m a big relaxed and blissed-out puddle of muscle at this point.  I simply do what he said, reaching down to help slide the underwear down.  Jake pulls them down further and I lift my legs a little and he slides them down and off. 

    Jake’s hands on my big round naked butt, wow.  I was not expecting it to feel like it did.  His warm hands working on my butt, it just felt so fucking incredible and a brand new experience.  Nobody had ever man-handled my ass muscles like that before.  Jake went full bore on me, squeezing and kneading and really digging in there. I reflexively started moaning, my eyes closed. “Ohhhhh…. Fuck that’s nice….”

    Then he bent one of my legs a little at the knee, and he leaned in and moved his hands around and under my hip and ass, and this felt even more intimate.  Like, the outside of his hand was touching my balls, and his hands were working that ass muscle and the hip structure around it, working it all so deep, opening it up, touching and working on stuff I did not even know was in there.  Ever had somebody’s hands really dig deep into your butt muscles and your groin, real deep like that? Sweet Jesus, it is amazing. I had no idea.

    This all went on and on, more of it, then finally his two hands came to rest on my lower back and he just held them there on my skin.  I let out a long low moaning sound. My whole body felt relaxed and so warm. I was buzzing all over with sensation, good sensation, especially deep in my glutes.

    Jake just kept his two warm hands still on my lower back….. then he said “Okay.”  And then he bent down and I felt his lips kiss me once, quick and gentle, on the shoulder.  His beard tickled my bare skin as he kissed it. 

    Then he said “I’ll let you get up and take a shower, rinse the oil off.”  And he left his room, leaving me laying there naked on his bed.  I realized I hadn’t wanted it to end.  So much good feeling inside me.   When I slowly got up, alone in his room, I saw there was a huge wet spot on the towel. My dick had been dribbling out precum and more precum all this time, and I did not know it. I guess I really was feeling good during all of that experience.

    I took the towels off the bed and took them with me into the bathroom.  And as I stood in the warm wet shower, I realized Jake’s hands really did get a lot of soreness out of me, maybe half of it, just like he’d promised.

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    That night, in my bed, I had the most intense sexual dream about me and Jake.  Then I “woke up” inside the dream and I was here in our apartment with Jake, and I told him about the dream, and he smiled and said “Yeah, that was real actually.” And he kissed me and I kissed him back and I grabbed the back of his head and I really kissed him with intensity, and then-  SNAP! I woke up completely.  I was alone, in the dark, in my bed.  And something liquid was warm and wet and cooling down, along the entire side of my torso.  It was my own fresh load of cum.

    Oh fuck, I realized, I just had a sex dream about me and Jake… and it was so good that I came during it!

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    Two nights later I was sore again from the football workout, and I’d been thinking a lot about how good that first massage from Jake was.  So this time, I didn’t wait.  “Hey Nurse. Can I get another massage tonight?”

    His deep brown eyes twinkled, and he smiled broadly.  “You sure can.”

    This time we just got right to it.  We had me laying there bare-ass naked from the start, eagerly saying “Let’s do this — bring on the oil.”  And Jake worked on me just as good as he had done the last time.  It was so fucking good all over again, I was in heaven.  And this time, I could feel my cock getting really hard. Jake’s warm hands were working deep on my oiled-up butt and thighs, and I was getting really turned on, even more than the time before. I wanted more but I didn’t know what that would be.

    Then Jake’s hand reached under my hips a little, enough that it brushed slow against my hard dick.  Then he said “Ok, close your eyes and let me do something. You can stop me anytime you want to, but I hope you don’t. Just let me do this.”

    I lay there naked in the warm room and I heard Jake sliding off his clothes.  My dick pulsed again, excited, as I wondered what he was about to do with me. 

    Then he got on the bed behind me and guided my ass muscles apart. The next thing I knew, his bearded face was nuzzling up in the cleft of my butt.  Oh my god.  Jake is going to….

    … and, oh fuck, he sure did!  The next 15 minutes was me moaning softly in ecstasy, as Jake licked and nuzzled and made love to my butthole with his warm wet tongue and with his whole face.  His tongue went as far in my hole as it could.  Licking, exploring.  His soft beard tickled and teased my bare skin. He was licking and kissing private parts of me that had never been touched by anybody until now.  He was growling softly, his warm breath sending soft waves of fire into my hole.  His voice was purring deep and low into my butt as he licked it, “rrrmm mmm….. rrrmm mmm!… mmmmm….”  And the way he was making those sounds, I knew: Jake had wanted to do this to me for a long time.  He was having a fantasy come true right now, his face and tongue getting up there in my big beefy smooth muscle butt.  And the sensations from his tongue and breath and beard were driving me crazy with lust too.

    Then he moved us around on the bed, head to toe kind-of. Our faces were in each other’s crotches and his dick was right in my face.  Wow.  It was huge, up close.  I thought, damn, Jake must be a “grower” because I saw it soft and it wasn’t all big and thick like this!  His warm wet mouth began to suck on my dick and it felt amazing.  I tentatively licked his dick, on the head, then started to suck on it, opening my mouth wide.  It tasted so good and felt so big and alive in my mouth. 

    Jake was able to let my dick slide right on down his throat, and I went crazy with joy from that.  I could feel pre-cum dripping from my dick into his mouth. He licked and savored every drop of it.  But when I tried to do the same for him, his big dick knocked against the back of my throat and I gagged a little.  First-timer problems, maybe.  I wanted to do what he was doing to me but I couldn’t. So I just held his dick with my hand, stroking it, and swirling my mouth and tongue around and around the big thick head of it.  Jake liked this a lot. His hips were bucking into my mouth and he moved his mouth off my dick and back onto my butthole.  His dick was in my mouth and his tongue in my butt.  So warm and wet and sensual, it made me feel fucking great. 

    Then Jake moved us again, putting me face down again on the bed, moving his body on top of mine, spreading his body out over mine.  He held me down and put his dick between the cheeks of my ass.  First in my mouth and now in the crack of my butt, I felt that dick again, wow, so big and warm and thick.  Bigger than I expected.  It felt almost hot, pressing along my butt.  I started to breathe deeper with excitement. 

    Jake wrapped his arms around me and I felt his whole body weight pressing down on me, his hard dick humping up and down along the cleft of my butt.  His face came down to my ear and he said softly, “Fuck, Connor, you big beautiful blond beefy fuckin’ stud…   Fuck, I wanna give it to you, man.” 

    I got so turned on the way he said it, and his beard brushing on my neck.  Instinctively my butt arched back to hump back along his dick. He whispered again deep into my ear, his voice low and rough “Yeah… time to fuckin’ open up… show me you want it… fuck, yeah…”

    And then he wrapped both arms around me and humped me even more vigorously, and his hands on my chest tugged on my nipples. Oh FUCK!  My nipples?! Shit, this was a fucking totally new thing too.  And it instantly drove me crazy.  I had no idea the little tits on my big pec muscles were this fucking sensitive!  What Jake was doing to me, with his fingers, my nipples seemed like they were growing and getting hard.  And it was like they were electric-wired to my dick and my butthole. This was blowing my fucking mind.  Making me want every kind of sex possible and want it RIGHT NOW.  Jake’s strong body resting heavy on mine, his big warm dick humping my butt, his breath in my ear, his arms holding me tight and now his fingertips pulling, tugging, gently twisting my nipples – it was driving me fucking crazy with sensation and raw lust.  I moaned his name out loud… “oh my god… Jake…  yeah oh yeah keep doing that, oh my god….”

    He growled soft in my ear “You want me to fuck you, Connor?…. yeah?….  you want it?….“  

    I gasped out loud “Yes…. I want it, please Jake…. Please….. put it in me….”

    Jake chuckled in my ear as his dick hump-fucked my butt some more. God, that whole part of me was getting so hot and sweaty, and turned on. 

    He said “I’m gonna pretend-fuck you this time. ‘Cause when I really fuck you next time – and I will fuck you — I’m gonna go deep.  And I want you all prepared and stuff….”  And his fingertips twisted and tugged one of my hard nipples again.  Fuck!!! 

    I was overwhelmed with lust and I just nodded, panting like a dog, humping my ass back against his dick. And I fucking lost control and my rock hard dick erupted, shooting jet after jet of cum underneath me, onto the bed.  My hips bucked wild, as I came.  Jake held me tighter and kissed my neck and kept fucking and fucking the sweaty cleft of my big thick butt, and finally he said “oh fuck, now I’m close” and then before I knew it, he pushed the head of his dick into my ass!! 

    I said “AAH!” in shock, but to my surprise there was no huge pain like I’d sometimes heard jokes about. Nope, Jake just pushed on in me, warm and thick, and I opened up for it.  He had gotten my butthole so fucking soft and wet and wide open, wanting that dick.  Jake gently fucked me, rocking in and out, just a few inches of his dick in me, and it felt so full and incredible.  Penetration.  He was in me for real, halfway, but in me.  A moment later he hugged me so fucking tight and he gasped for breath and bucked his hips and pushed his dick a little deeper in me and I felt it.  Splash.. splash.. splash… warm thick liquid was gushing into me from his dick. Fuck, it felt so amazing.  Jake’s breath was quick and ragged in my ear, his arms holding me so tight in a big bear-hug as he came in me.  He slowly pulled out and said, breathing heavy, “Fuck… I swore I wasn’t gonna do that with you… but I had to.”

    Then he scampered off to the bathroom and I lay there in shock and ecstasy, feeling like I had come too, like I had an orgasm all over my body.  I heard Jake washing in the bathroom and I wondered if I was clean.  I ran my hands over my body. Yep, I’m still here and I’m the same, I’m me, Connor.  Still big, still strong, still thick and muscular all over.  But I just got held down and fucked, it really happened, and the truth is, I loved it.  My butthole was still feeling so fucking GOOD.  And still feeling the imprint of his dick in me. 

    Jake came back and I said, kind of embarrassed, “Hope I was clean…”

    He grinned and said “Clean enough.  I’ll teach you stuff for next time.  And I don’t give a fuck really, ‘cause that was so fucking hot. YOU are so fucking hot.”

    And he dove back into the bed and hugged me.  But now it was my turn to bolt up and get on down the hall and take care of some private stuff on the toilet.  They say good sex is sometimes messy, LOL.  

    I came back a couple minutes later and got into bed with Jake, and we rolled around and kissed.  It felt all tender and romantic now, me kissing Jake and him kissing me.  

    This time I was the one who took Jake in my arms and held him down. I looked deep into his dark brown sexy eyes.  “Jake, my god.  What you just did with me, man.  Fuck.  I don’t – I never thought – I can’t even say words for it….”

    He just looked up into my eyes, and his handsome bearded face widened out into that big smile again.  “I know.”

    I reached around and grabbed onto his butt.  It felt round like mine, but not as huge.  More compact, and lightly furry all over.  I liked it, a lot.  I squeezed that nice furry rump of Jake’s and I kissed his lips again, soft.  “Maybe I get to fuck you, too….”

    He laughed. “That doesn’t usually happen. But you, you fuckin’ turn me on so much.  You’re gonna make me want to try everything.”  I smiled.  He was talking about the future now.  Us, doing more of this.  Hopefully a lot more.

    And we came to rest wrapped around each other, naked. My whole body was tingling from the amazing stuff we just did. And my heart got all full of feelings, wanting more, wanting it all so fucking bad.  Wanting this closeness and sex and everything with Jake.  Like, my body wanting it, and my heart or soul or whatever wanting it too.  So fucking hungry.

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  • Mr Deen

    Bill Deen had move into his new log cabin in the woods off highway 3 on the outskirts of Helena, Montana. He had just retire after spending well over 30 years in the Army and was also recently divorce from wife number 3 who he found fucking around on him with his neighbour husband Sam Sanderson.

    He had just got over a weekend deer hunting trip with 4 of his closes hunting mates along with his best friend Brad Bracket who brought his 20 year old son Sam. This well also be Sam very first trip with his Father hunting buddies. Bill was not impress with Sam at all and see how he try to control his Father in so many ways. It was around late evening when Bill finally got Brad to agree to let his son stay with him for a next few extra days. 

    Sam was very happy and excited spending a few more days at the cabin with Bill so they can both do some more fly fishing and other outdoor chores around the cabin. Bill really but Sam to work as he chop wood for well over 2 hours plus. Sam was nervous as hell were he  stood and watch Bill bend over the logs with his Black Colt spandex underwear sticking out the back of his Wrangler light brown work jeans.

    It was getting close for supper time as the two of them went back inside to grab a shower before they had dinner that night. Bill is making a rabbit stew up, Along with dumplings and his family receipt of homemade bread. Sam was sitting on the couch and glance over to watch Bill walk slowly pass him in his underwear as he notice his cock slightly getting a semi on.

    It took a good ten minutes before he yell at Sam to tell him that he can use the shower now. As he stood in the bathroom drying himself all off. 

    ” Come on in Sam don’t be afraid  “

    ” Thanks Bill ,Hope there is still hot water left ? “

    ” Don’t worry, I got a nice size water heater tank in the back that I just put in “

    Sam was total naked showing as Bill decided to shave and trim up his goatee. Bill was a very young looking for someone who just turn 58 year of age. He stood around 6 feet and weigh around 200 pounds with nice size biceps and huge thick hairy legs , chest and hard erected hairy darkish black and grey nipples

    During the shower Sam once again started to glance and watch with amazement how Bill was shaving and getting himself all clean up. His cock got a massive hard on as he watch Bill pull up his dark grey Colt spandex boxer briefs before he left the bathroom. 

    It was just after 6 that the supper was all finished and clean up before Bill and Sam decided to play some chess together. Bill was a Chess master back in his High School day’s and Sam was one of the best players in his first year of college.

    The chess game last well over 2 hours plus that Bill finally got a checkmate on Sam were he just capture the queen with won him the game. The fireplace mantel clock was now showing pass 11 pm and it was close to Bill bedtime. Sam room was directly across from Bill room which he can see clearly watching Bill taking off his Haley Hansen Pants 

    Once again Sam got a massive hard on watching Bill pull down his Haley Hansen track pants as he stood in front of the mirror in just his Colt underwear. Bill then took a bottle of messaged oil and rub his whole body down with it as Sam got more horny and could not believe what he sees is happening.

    ” You still awake Sam ? “

    ” I am sure am Bill “

    ” What are you doing ? “

    ” Just looking at hunter magazine Bill “

    ” You must be sore from all the wood chopping  we did ? “

    ” You got that right dude “

    ” I can see you rubbing yourself all down with oil Bill “

    ” You like to give me a little messaged Sam “

    ” I sure well Bill “

    ” Come over when you are ready Sam “

    ” Be there in a second Sir “

    Bill was now laying flat down as Sam began to pour massaged oil all over his hairy chest and nipples. He was totally exited when Bill let him massaged his groin area for a few minutes.

    ” You like that Bill “

    ” Fuck you know what the hell you are doing my friend “

    ” Thanks just layback and enjoy it my friend “

    It was a short time later that Bill pull his 8 inch cut curve cock through the front hole of his boxer brief. Sam was nervous as hell and slowly began sucking his cock before the blow job got more intense. Bill was moaning with great pleasure as Sam bearded mouth was sliding up and down on his hard pre cum filled cock.

    ” Jesus Sam,  I am almost fucking their dude “

    ” Please give me the load of your man juice Bill ! “

    ” Oh Yea “

    ” Yes Sir,  I want you to be my first load of man juice for me “

    ” Here it fucking comes “

    ” Take it , Take it Sam “

    Bill scream through the top of his lungs as his cock shoot off a massive load of cum all over Sam mouth and beard. He did his best in swallowing a huge load of Hunter Bill cum that shot out of him like a canon.

    ” Holy fuck Sam “

    ” You like it Sir “

    ” That was fucking great “

    Sam then got up and went into the bathroom to chuck down a load of mouthwash that was on the counter. He then walk back into the room and notice Bill wiping off the rest of his load with a towel he grab from the cupboard.

    ” We must keep this quiet Sam “

    ” Not to worry Bill “

    ” How about you take me now Sir ? “

    ” It has been a while since the last time I took a load of cum Sam “

    Bill then spread Sam smooth legs apart and began to work on his nice 7 inch cock. He began to swallow Sam cock all the way down his bearded throat and mouth as Sam was totally into sexual climax  by now.  Sam then shot off a load of cum that Bill swallow very easy.  Bill then turn Sam over on to his stomach and began to eat out his sweaty tight ass hole.

    ” OMG Bill this is fucking hot dude “

    ” I know you like it “

    ” I love eating out a small tight smooth hole Sam “

    ” Fuck me Bill , Fuck me Bill “

    Bill then roll Sam over once again as his ass is now waiting for his huge Hunter cock to fuck him. Bill went over to the cupboard and put his Baseball Jock Strap that he wears while playing and coaching his summer softball team.

    ” You like that Sam “

    ” Fuck me coach Bill , I love the look Sir  “

    Now it was Bill time to pour massaged oil all over Sam somewhat smooth body as the fuck is just about to begin. Sam was now screaming with pain and pleasure as Bill massive 8 inch plus curve cock as it was slowly going all the way up Sam tight smooth hole.

    It is well over 10 minutes now that the fuck go more aggressive as Bill stood on his tip toes fucking the shit out of Sam butt.

    ” Put your hand s onto my strap now and pull them tight Sam “

    ” Yes Sir “

    ” Tighter Sam , Tighter Sam “

    ” Now you got it dude “

    Both of their bodies are now cover with sweat as Bill cock is in full passion sliding his dick in and out of Sam. All you can hear in the room now is Sam screaming of Bills cock as his balls were slapping real hard against his hole after each hard deep strokes.

    ” OMG Bill, Please cum dude “

    ” Almost there Sam “

    ” Pull my jock strap one more time “

    ” Yes Sir “

    ” You got it now Sam “

    ” Give it to me , Give it to me “

    ” Here it comes Sam “

    ” Holy fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk  “

    Bill sweaty cover body bolted back and forth as his cock started to shoot off inside of Sam ass now. Sam was still hanging onto dear life of Bill jockstrap during the orgasm which made Bill cum filled cock evan more excited. 

    ” Jesus that was fucking hot Sam “

    ” It sure was Bill “

    ” Im going to pull out now “

    ” Take it real slow Sir “

    Sam began to scream as he felt Bill cum filled cock slid out of him with deep pleasure. Bill cock still has a lots of cum left on it for which he order Sam to slurp the rest up. Once again without any hesitation  Sam went along with Bill order and began to swallow every ounce of cum that was still left on his cock.

    Over the next day they work hard around the cabin and went fishing a few times before they back up the Dodge Ram pick up truck to head on back to their homes.  Bill was scared the first night that he went over to Bill house for dinner a few day’s later.

    ” How was Sam on the fishing trip Bill ? “

    ” He was great Brad had a great time “

    ” Sam did you enjoy spending some time with Bill “

    ” I sure did “

    ” He wants to join my ball team next summer Brad “

    ” I didn’t know you like baseball Sam “

    ” Looks like lots of fun and something for me to do “

    ” Can’t wait to see the games “

    ” You should put the ball uniform on like the good old days Brad ? “

    ” Not likely Bill “

    It was early June now that Bill called Sam up and told the time and date of the first ball practices. Sam got to the field just around 2 pm and stop and stare for a moment as he saw Bill standing their in his gold and green uniform. Once again he could not keep his eyes off and was wishing that his mouth is on Bill bulge as he stood their in his uniform on the first baseline. 

    The End

  • Soccer team’s slut

    Other boys think that being Socker (short for Soccer Sucker) is terrible job. I think they’re just envying me. Well, Alphas are not envying me, but fags surely are. It’s cool job. Yes, you have to wear this spiral metal chastity belt all the time, but that’s fate of most of gamma men like me, so I do not count it as particular disadvantage of my job.

    But first things first. So my job is to take care of one, fortunately for me quite successful soccer team. I suck them, I cook for them, I care of them in general. Coaches tend to hire people like me, because it’s more convenient. It’s better for boys training and concentration to have some bitch assign to them, so they’re not wasting time by flirting in the bar. Of course, straight guys would prefer me to be girl, but they’re used to it. What matter is to win as more matches as possible and they knew it.

    I My ordinary day

    When team is not somewhere to play match, we live in wonderful cottage near the forest, close to lake. It’s made of two buildings. One contains showers and toilets.  The second one contains one big room (main room) where boys sleep, one kitchen and smaller rooms by side (used mostly by guests and coach).

    Usually I woke up at five o’clock. My job is to make coffee for boys. Im getting pretty good at making coffee, maybe one day it could be my new job. Well, I have to be good at it, some boys tend to beat me harshly when coffee’s not good. Once coffee is made I approach boy and wake him slowly by sucking his dick. They all sleep naked, only covered in blanket. And they have beautiful morning woods.

    Usually once the boy is awakened, he lets me suck him while he drinks coffee and after a few minutes I go to wake up another boy. But sometimes he wants me to finish him. To suck him till the end and than to swallow all his seed.

    This is my favourite part of they. Boys are so beautiful while they’re sleeping naked with their cocks hard. Since they’re professional (although not top-payed) soccer players, they all have amazing muscled body and hot athletic legs. And being awakened by good sucking and coffee makes them smile so lovely. They usual tend to play harsh strong guys, but at the morning they’re just smiling beautiful boys.

    After boy finishes his coffee, he walks (still naked) to the second building and takes long hot shower. After it, they tend to run, still wet because of shower, back to main building, to main room. There are (by me) prepared hot towels. Boy then dries himself. Sometimes I help him, some of them are flushing teeth before breakfast, so they just stand here, flushing their teeth and I have to dry them during it.  

     After boy is dry, he just eats biscuits I prepared and chats with others. Once all of them are woken up, showered and dried, they put their shorts on (no underpants though) and go for their morning training.

    During their hour-long training I have time to drink my coffee and prepared breakfast. If I’m lucky there’s no cum in my coffee, but mostly some of boys claims “that’s only cream Socker deserves” and with smile on his face he cums in my coffee.

    I don’t like it, but it’s their right, it’s my job to accept their cruel joke. And it’s not the first thing they’re doing. One time Johny used to force me to put my ballsack in his coffee and he was beating me if I spoiled the coffee during it. And it’s damn hard not to spoil it. Ballsack is sensitive and coffee is hot, the automatic bodily reaction of escapes often over throw the cup.

    Well it learned me to put more milk to coffee to make it less warm. But sometimes when Johny has cruel mood, he ordered black coffee… oh gosh, that really hurt my poor ballsack’s skin. But don’t get me wrong. I like Johny, he’s hot and cool guy.

    Who’s dick is Jerry. Once he’s woken up, he grapes my balls and squeezed them. Once by his left hand, ones by right one and then again by left hand again. “Squeezing balls is a good morning exercise for hands, as Soccer players we often tend to forget on healt of hands, and that’s wrong,” he says.

    But you get used to it. You have to, it’s your job. And it’s a great job. The boys are beautiful I love to serve them. And usually their calm down by this luxurious morning service they had, so they’re not cruel during morning. And anyway they deserve it. They work hard. They first training section starts at six and last for one hour and half. Lot’s of running and morning exercises.

    At 7:30 they’re taking shower after first training section. New clean towels and shorts for them are already prepared by me. They have half an hour break, so they eat their breakfast (which I’ve made during their training) and chat with each other. Sometimes few of them fucks me in ass after morning training to relieve their hormones, but that’s not usual. There’s just a limited number of orgasms one’s body could have during the day and prefer to fuck me after afternoon exercises.

    From eight to ten they have theoretical lessons, usual not even about soccer, but about math, politology etc. like in school. During that time I go to the forest for oem wood that it’s necessary to keep fire in fireplace. We do not have electrical radiator. It’s kinda funny to go for wood only dressed in chastity belt (and coat in winter). But I like being naked in forest, it’s much more natural and the environment is so beatyfull.

    Sometimes some local jerk forces me to suck him but well I do not really mind, I’m used to sucking guys, it’s part of my job. Yes,soccer players are more handsome, so suc to them is pleasurable, which is not case with those local guys, but it’s nothing terrible. Most of them do not even want me to swallow.

    Well, other parts of they are simple

    10-12 boys have second training, mostly running and strength training,

    12-13 they have lunch break

    13-15 they have second theoretical lessons, this time more connected to soccerl

    15-19 they have main training, excersices are more directly connected to soccer

    During that time I’m preparing meats, cleaning house, doing laundry and stuff like that. During great part of afternoon training I’m in field with boys and fetching balls they kicked out of field and other things to help coach.

    After main training, there’s no other duties for boys. Supper is ready but at first they go to showers. Many of them fucks me hard in showers. They want to relief build up hormones after long training. But most of them prefers just slow relaxing sucking during their evening meal.

    They usually go to sleep about ten hours in evening and I go to bed too. After the dinner I have no more duties but boys usually want to use me to some semi-cruel party game and I have to obey them. Sometimes they even force me to sleep outside, which is especially in cold wheater hard, but managable. In some way this is great training and makes me better man.

    Usually although they prefer me to stay in main room with them. Like I’ve said, toilets are in another building and they sleep with no clothes. So when they’re woken up by need to piss, they prefer to piss in my mouth instead of going on distant toilet. And for that reason it’s better to keep me with them.

    And it’s nice I feel like part of a team.


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  • My Best Friend and I at the Pool

    This is a true story, but names have been changed for privacy. Enjoy!

    My name is Sam. This story happened on my trip to California with my best friend Ethan during my senior year in high school.

    Every year during spring break, I go out to visit my grandparents in Santa Barbara. This year was different, however, because my grandparents had gone to Oregon to visit my cousins so Ethan and I would have the house, and especially the pool, to ourselves.

    Both Ethan and I are seniors in high school but come from very different ends of the social ladder. Ethan was a jock… or more of a wanna-be. Although he was in the inner-sanctum of football jocks, it was a known fact that he was picked on a lot by his friends for his height. He was only about 5 foot 5 inches, with short brown hair and brown eyes.

    I was different. I was a part of the theater kids who didn’t actually do any theater. We mostly did stage crew. I was about 5 foot 11 also with short brown hair but longer than Ethan’s, with light green eyes. I had only recently come out as gay, but I didn’t think Ethan knew that I was.

    I tried very hard to hide my identity with Ethan because I wasn’t sure how he was going to react. Every time I was near Ethan he acted like he was the “bigger man” always bragging about things he had and the girls he’s hooked up with (even though it was very clear that he obviously hadn’t done so much as a hand job) all of which was obviously to counteract how he was neglected by his friends.

    Anyway, the story begins on the plane, about 3 hours away from Santa Barbara. I was trying to watch a movie while Ethan was watching the football game. I took off my headphones to ask him if he could pass over the snack bag my Mom packed us. He ripped out his earbuds, obviously angry at something that had happened in the game and said: “God, these idiots can eat my fat cock”. He passed over some crackers.

    “What?” I said, genuinely confused by the ‘fat cock’ part since I assumed he was probably just under 5 inches.

    “I said they could eat my fat cock,” he said louder.

    “No, dude, I know what you said. I don’t get the ‘I have a fat cock’ part of it,” I said, sounding confused.

    “What do you not get?” He said, sounding equally confused.

    “How… how can you have a, and I quote, ‘fat cock’” I said, trying not to laugh.

    “What do you mean, look at me,” trying to look big and buff, but just embarrassing himself. Thankfully there wasn’t anyone sitting in our row to see it.

    “Dude, the only thing you’ve got in there is a micropenis. I mean… look,” I said pointing to his openly exposed crotch area of his black gym shorts, which didn’t show any obvious sign of a penis.

    “There obviously isn’t anything down there,” I said, grinning. He tried to say the same to me but when he looked down my jeans showed a noticeably large rounded area that obviously was my 3.5-inch flaccid penis.

    “Dude, I’m big. I’m 6.5 inches long and 2 inches wide. Uncut, just like the ladies like.” I grinned proudly. I was shocked by what he just told me. I had never had any sort of sexual attraction to Ethan before, but after that, all I wanted was more information. I tried to remain cool.

    “Yeah, sure you are Mr. Micropenis,” I said, and placed my headphones over my head. He just glared at my and went back to watching the game.

    It was sunny when we landed in Santa Barbara, and by the time we had gotten the taxi back to my grandparent’s house it was around 2:00 pm. We opened the door, turned on the AC and got changed into our swim suits. Ethan emerged from his room wearing a red white and blue striped bathing suit, and I wore a navy blue and yellow bathing suit.

    “Seriously, can you not see how big I am in this?” he said, putting his hands on his hips, swiveling. I search for any sign. This time I could see a large bump when he stood profile but nothing more.

    “You mean your ego because I can see that from a mile away. But your dick, it must too tiny to be seen by a microscope,” I said, proud of my comeback. He scoffed, took his towel from the back of the chair and walked out to the large pool in the walled backyard. The palm trees swayed, and the breeze was just the perfect combination of hot yet cool.

    Ethan jumped into the warm pool and I followed. We were splashing around and having a great time. At some point we started wrestling each other, throwing each other around, putting each other in headlocks and dunking each other. At some point, Ethan got me and held me upside down and dunked me under water. I was wearing goggles and looked around. In front of me I could clearly see his dick. It was floating outwardly from his body, his flaccid 4 inches hanging away from his large balls clearly defined in his suit. I utilized this opportunity to feel him up, but also as an excuse to escape his hold on me. I grabbed him softly, barely able to clasp to the soft yet somewhat tense manhood that hung in front of me before he dropped me and I feel deeper into the water. I came up for air.

    “So, we’re playing that way, huh. Fine then,” Ethan backed up about 10 feet to the edge of the pool, went under, and tried to torpedo me in the balls. I predicted his movement and stepped out of his way and he hit my leg. I kicked away from him and we began to try to grab each other’s dicks.

    Several tries after his first failed attempted Ethan was able to grab my left leg and pulled my body towards his. I twisted and smacked into his body facing up, my legs wrapped around him. He grabbed my hips and started to humping me. I was amazed, and I could feel my dick getting harder as I could feel his half-hard cock slam into my ass.

    “Oh yeah, baby, you like my fat cock, don’t you? Oh yeah? Take it!” I just laughed trying to conceal my obvious lust that I had for him. I managed to get free, and quickly moved into position behind him. I was able to push my half hard cock down further into my pants so he didn’t know I was getting a hard-on. I started humping into his apple shaped butt; he partially bent over and I stood using his shoulders as support as I viciously humped into him.

    “Oh god, yeah give it to me! Yeah, that’s it, right there. Oh yeah, it feels so good!” Ethan yelled, trying to mimic the porn he had been watching. I just grunted away. This went on for about 30 seconds, and Ethan still wasn’t trying to get away. I put my hands on his chest and slowly moved down towards his penis. I eventually grasped his almost hard cock, expecting him to try to escape. But he didn’t move. Instead, he used his free hands and reached behind him and grabbed my ass, groping me and slowly getting closer towards my asshole. I didn’t stop humping him and he didn’t try to escape.

    I started to jerk his cock through the shorts. He took his hands off my ass and started pulling down his loose swim shorts, and I briefly removed my hands from his cock as he removed his trunks. I looked down and saw his hairless ass staring back at me. I reached back around and I touched his cock. I finally did it. I touched another guy’s dick. I felt the flesh in my hands. I slowed down my humping a bit and reached up towards the tip of his penis, which was fully hard and standing at attention. It felt huge in my hands. I went to the top and found that his foreskin only covered about 3/4 of his penis. I grabbed his foreskin and pushed it down so that his cock head was exposed.

    “Jerk me! Come on, hump me and jerk me off!” he screamed. I complied, humping faster. I jerked his cock faster and faster. He panted and groaned.

    “Oh god! It’s so good. It feels so amazing to have another guy’s hand on your cock! Oh my god hump me, Sam! Hump me hard!” I kept jerking him and humping him faster and faster. The feeling of my swim shorts running past my cock drove me to the breaking point. I was close.

    “Oh my god, Ethan, I’m going to come, dude. Do you want me to stop?” I said grunting in between every word. Ethan moaned.

    “No, don’t stop! I’m coming too! Don’t stop! Empty your balls! Now!”

    Those last four words sent me into overdrive. I shot out one, two, three huge jets of cum into my swim trunks. I groaned at every blast.

    “Fuck!” Ethan screamed and I could feel his cock spasm and drain all of its fluids into the pool. It seemed like he kept coming forever.

    I pushed off of him and floated on my back, my cock slowly getting soft and I looked up into the sky. I looked at Ethan, who turned to face me. A large pool of semen was floating behind him, glistening off the sun that was beginning to set.

    “So… um… we should talk about what just happened,” I said.

    “I mean we could talk,” said Ethan, “or we could do other things to express how we feel about this,” grinning at me. I smiled, knowing what the rest of our vacation would have in store.

  • A Marine And A Judge Can’t Wait

    Sometimes I make the very pleasant mistake of reading my favorite fellow authors’ GayDemon stories at work, when I have a few spare minutes (and can log into the site via the wifi from the building across the street!). When I first started doing so, it was a bigger problem than now – I had to go down the hall from my office to the men’s room to, uh . . . take care of things when, preDICKtably, the HOT stories got me HOT; but now that I have a different office with its own bathroom, I need not be as judicious, at least for that reason. And since reading porn in one’s office shows that I’m firmly into the nasty pig range of men, obviously I’m not going to go THERE about the reasons I should restrain myself. Thus I am often reading my favorite ball-tingling, bone-inducing authors – in absolutely no order of preference: Jack, Eric, Patrick, Tuppie, ‘Nutz, Chad, Grant, Caliban, Bill and more. This, then, is how I came to have such a need to relieve myself; that particular Friday it was one of Patrick Law’s masterful “Owen” series that I reread . . . and my cock took over my thinking, almost getting me in BIG trouble! Here’s the account of the early part of that night.


    A Marine And A Judge Can’t Wait

    by BillyC
    [email protected]

    I had an hour or so before my husband was going to pick me up for the drive home that Friday, but I was DONE for the week, despite it having been only four days. Re-entry to work after a month’s vacation had been brutal – I’d take a return to special forces training over this. Okay, maybe not. Mostly because back then I didn’t have online porn to relieve the stress or pass the time. Like I do now.

    I had my office door closed, my assistant had left early and had urged me to do the same. Not only didn’t I have his excuse (a pre-weekend root canal – who does that?), but my husband had the car and wasn’t leaving for another forty-five minutes to drive by and pick me up for the drive out of town to our home, about an hour outside the District.

    So . . . with my phone connected to the WiFi of some less-than-security-conscious building across the street so I wasn’t on my company network, I was surfing. And I had a long board in my pants as a result. I still had plenty of time to read some news or something which would cause me to lose my . . . excitement.

    But I didn’t. Of course. And then I stumbled on some responses to some comments online from a fellow contributor of erotic porn stories and remembered I owed him some comments about his series, which my husband and I were savoring.

    Jesus! I hadn’t posted a comment since the first installment!!! I was usually far more diligent in showing my appreciation; even when Jim and I fucked our nuts off after finishing reading one of the HOT stories together, I’d usually go back when we were done – or at least between rounds! – and post some grateful feedback for the great read . . . and great fun that resulted. But in this case – the installments of Patrick Law’s Owen series, I guess I’d been too focused on getting to the next great installment and then next and hadn’t expressed our enjoyment as I should have.

    There should be a rating system:

    Balls Tingling

    Hardon

    Wet

    Had To Jack Off

    Full-On Attacked Each Other And Fucked Our Nuts Off

    Just click the button that applies, and at least there would be that, explicit, in addition to the overly discretionary one to ten ratings.

    The characters’ development over the course of the many installments of the Owen series was deep and multi-faceted, and their journey had many intricate aspects, so I needed to put myself back into that second installment’s setting and scenes to express my comment. And as I reread the vivid depiction of a young man’s introduction to fucking by a big-cocked Alpha, my hardon throbbed all the more. I sat behind my desk uncomfortably in expensive, well-tailored slacks, the type my husband loved me in but if it had been up to me some off-the-rack from the Gap would have been fine, and I squirmed about in my chair, continuously trying to relieve the tightness.

    I tapped out my praise to Patrick, the brilliant writer whose stories stoked my desires, and I told myself I’d finish that one installment and then go to the news or something to cool me down. My pants were getting tighter, more uncomfortable, and the wetness emanating from my drooling cockhead was near to causing a wet spot which would soon come through the stretched-to-the-limit fabric of my jock strap to the fine worsted wool of my slacks.

    You won’t be surprised to read that I did not do that – finish that installment and switch to some cool-down fodder. Instead I found myself indulging in the third episode, absently rubbing my hardon in my pants as I enjoyed every subtlety and tantalizing erotic aspect of the interplay between Alpha and burgeoning Beta boy. By the time I tapped out my comment to my very gifted benefactor, via his writing, there was sweat in the cleft between my pecs and shoulder blades, and my shirt was sticking to me. My crotch area was in worse shape – certainly wetter than it should be with me there, in my office.

    By then my nuts were firmly in control of my destiny. I’m but a mere male – it happens! I glanced at the time, and with time left before Jim would leave the courthouse and head over to pick me up I made a decision. A plan, as it were. I thumbed out a detailed text to my husband:

    Instead of going home, after you swing by here let’s walk to DuPont and relax for a while and then have dinner at B’s

    The translation, which would be self-evident to my horny husband, was:

    I can’t wait through the long drive out to Annapolis. So I’m going to fuck your brains out the first chance I get at our condo and probably not even bother to go out for dinner. And on the walk there so I can tell you all the filthy things we’re going to do!

    Jim’s return was virtually immediate:

    OFY leaving now

    The OFY was OH FUCK YEAH.

    Patrick had left me another post, and I replied quickly, indiscreetly telling him about my plans. We shared a few more borderline flirty posts back and forth as I logged out of my work system and engaged the biometric locks on my desk and cabinetry. I quickly responded to Patrick’s last words of encouragement for our evening plans while I grabbed my backpack, coat, scarf and gloves from my closet and then left and locked my office.

    I was still hard as a steel girder. And my cock was painfully knocked around as I hurried, my filthy jock strap I’d worn under my slacks twisted and strangling my shaft and pinching my nuts which hadn’t broken free when the pouch got all contorted by my huge hardon. I was clear of my assistant’s office and in the management lobby area when I just couldn’t take it any more and stopped to adjust myself.

    It was fruitless to make the necessary adjustment by trying to grip and readjust through my slacks – that was the extent of my plight. Looking around, on a Friday after five, it wasn’t unexpected to see the other four doors in the management area where I worked closed, the lock keypads showing red, locked, not amber, locked-occupied. So I didn’t hesitate – I threw down my gear on one of the waiting room sofas, turned to the wall to avoid the security monitors and unbuckled and unzipped. I was mid-untangling, my big hardon fully exposed, when I heard the glass door swing behind me and just as quickly from the side, “WHOA!” from a deep voice.

    I jerked my head in the direction of the familiar voice, while trying to turn my body farther away in the other direction, out of the view of one of analysts whom I know works in our finance area, the young man who’d exclaimed when he saw me with my cock out. “Sorry, General Cate!” he sputtered, frozen in place.

    “I thought everyone was gone,” I said inanely and stopped as Phillips spoke at the same time.

    “I wanted to see if Colonel Reynolds was still here to give me his take on this . . . “ He seemed to stop there, eyes glued to my crotch, where my big hands and my awkward turn into the wall while not turning too far to be caught frontal on the cams disguised me for the most part but clearly not entirely, given his gaze. “I should have left it for Monday when I didn’t see his Lync window logged in,” he added apologetically, continuing to stare down at my crotch.

    My company is owned principally by and staffed majority by retired and former military. Far more men than women, regretfully because our owner, my boss, was old school, a three-star Corpsman who still didn’t quite understand how or why there were women officers who weren’t nurses, much less general officers. It was a great company, and General Ferguson is a great man, just not quite comfortable with so much that had changed over the course of his long and illustrious career and since his retirement. Fortunately for me, like most commanders, he’d served with and around gay men throughout his career, and he didn’t give a whit who anyone fucked, so long as they did and weren’t all grouchy and pent up! (Yes, he’d actually said that!)

    For me, when I retired, being recruited to the company I now worked for turned out to be a dream I’d never had. Working among former military men and women, working for (then) a decorated retired Army major – which was interesting, consider I then held a rank in retirement two grades above his, interesting dynamics in our work environment where a military-strict chain of command existed, and sometimes conflicted with our prior career ranks – was comfortable for me. When my role was changed, after a two-year return under a contract to the DOD, and I was reporting directly to General Ferguson upon resumption at my company, it was less complicated. We were both Marines, his rank higher than mine even after the lucrative contract advanced my retirement rank significantly. And after the diluted environment of the DOD under the then-current administration’s liberal, disrespectful, unpatriotic policies, returning to an environment where we were a group of men and women of like minds for the most part and used to reflexively exercising stricter disciplines reinforced that my post-retirement career was tailor-made for me.

    Phillips, the young Navy man who was still frozen in place, worked for my associate, Colonel Reynolds, retired Corps like me and our company CFO. Phillips was bright and well-regarded. He was also very attractive, which I shouldn’t have been noticing in that particular situation for several reasons other than the obvious, which was I was on the way to have a sex-fest with my husband. Still I couldn’t help but capitalize a bit on the young stud’s obvious fascination with my only partially covered junk.  

    I was also conscious of the time passing, and my husband’s imminent arrival downstairs for the walk to our condo several blocks away. “Phillips, I’ve got to get on my way, so I’ve got to get this, uh,” and I threw a glance downward, “Situation sorted out and on my way. You can see Reynolds is gone, so you’re free to go.” I stopped for a moment to enable him to leave, but he wasn’t moving, other than fidgeting a little. Well, there went the rest of my resolve.

    I removed my hands from covering myself, took a step back from the wall to give myself room and got to work, still back to the security cams. “Or you can stay,” I added over my shoulder unnecessarily since he wasn’t moving, and I was fully exposed.

    My rebellious cock wasn’t cooperating whatsoever and was still raging hard, which complicated my effort to get myself rearranged in my well-tailored slacks. If Phillips thought I was hurrying to minimize my exposure to him, he was wrong. I was hurrying to hasten my hookup with my studly husband, and being watched by a hot, younger Navy man would add fuel to the fires of our fun to come. And it wasn’t helping me get my cock under control right now one bit!

    Phillips’ eyes had widened when I looked over at him. I was dipping at my knees and getting my nuts resettled in my jock’s pouch, cock shoved up at a forty-five degree angle out just under the waistband. It was tighter than before, but kept me from having my shaft trapped in my waistband if I’d pushed myself vertical along the zipper where there was more room, courtesy of our tailor who understand a man needed room for his junk in the front of his pants. He just didn’t tailor them for hardons, much less BIG ones.

    I zipped up finally, and grabbed my gear to head out, and I stopped, deliberately stopping uncomfortably close to Phillips, whose face was now flushed. “We’ll keep this to ourselves, won’t we?” I asked him, using my “quiet command voice,” so it wasn’t a question at all.

    Phillips started and snapped to attention, which made me laugh out loud. “Sir!”

    “Easy there, lieutenant,” I soothed in a much friendlier tone around my chuckling, clapping him on his sturdy, very warm shoulder. Then, still heading out, I let my hand brush his jaw as I withdrew it. Phillips shuddered – I felt it in just the instant the back of my hand rubbed his face in passing – but I just kept walking, shrugging on my coat and getting my pack on as I went. “Have a great weekend, Phillips,” I threw back, chuckling to myself thinking that whoever he hooked up that weekend with would be one lucky man with Phillips’ after burners at full throttle. That or he’d have tennis elbow and carpel tunnel if he spent the weekend alone.

    I was surprised when I emerged from the stairwell and Jim wasn’t there. I looked out, and my big SUV – his present to me – was right out front in a no parking zone. Per the text, he was supposed to walk over, and we’d leave the car at his garage. Or maybe he would have parked it in my building, my parking card in it as was his. Either way, idling at the curb wasn’t in the plan. And my nuts sent a jolt through me to remind me to get the FUCK back on plan. I strode through the lobby and absently returned a good weekend wish to the security man, thinking surely Jim hadn’t misread me and not realized the importance of us getting somewhere quick to have some fun. My level of excitement exceeded my capacity to survive a fifty-minute drive without getting us in trouble or in an accident if we were driving.

    I yanked the building door open and was almost knocked down by the icy wind. I didn’t look until I got in the car, but it was twenty Fahrenheit out based on my Apple watch’s reading, which didn’t adjust for wind chill.

    Jim had reached across and thrown the passenger door open for me, and I virtually dove in, slamming the door behind me as I shivered. “Temp’s dropped,” my husband confirmed.

    “NO SHIT!” I shot back, through already chattering teeth, as I leaned over to kiss him.

    Jim just laughed and threw the car in gear and made the turns to get us going the opposite direction toward our condo. The direction confirmed that we were still on to go to the condo, not out of the city. Not immediate but gratification soon, which relieved that part of my concern. “You didn’t even button up your coat,” he observed. “Not that I mind the view,” he added, giving my still raging hardon a squeeze through my bulging slacks.

    My nuts sent a jolt through my body when Jim gave me that momentary squeeze. I took that to mean my nuts hadn’t caught up with the directional confirmation that the plan was still a go. “Just get us home – QUICK!” I replied, grabbing his hardening cock in return and rubbing it.

    I teasingly stroked Jim’s cock, and the usual crawling traffic in the District enabled me to have my husband panting by the time we got to our building and pulled into the underground garage. He chirped the tires going over the threshold, and we bounced and careened down in and around to our parking spaces in the far corner, where we basically skidded to a stop.

    “HURRY!” Jim urged, throwing open his door. Now he was the one in a hurry!

    I didn’t argue, grinning as I came around the back and saw him awkwardly struggling, trying to get his own big hardon rearranged in his pants. “Need help?” I teased him with a smirk, reaching, having immediately discounted the idea of telling him about exposing myself to a Navy man in our inner lobby.

    “Just get the fucking elevator!” Jim snarled, knocking my hand away but laughing.

    I had a better idea . . . or at least one Jim didn’t. I went past the garage passenger elevator lobby and paused at a corner, half-way around the core of the building. “C’mon!” I called back to my still-grappling husband. In fairness, he has a lot to grapple with, too.

    He’s also smart and quick, and from his smirk I knew he knew what I had in mind. Just as he’d rounded the corner, the service elevator had made the loud, metal clang that let me know the lock had disengaged.

    Our condo building’s freight elevator is one of those old-style warehouse freight elevators, thoughtfully included in the architect’s design to accommodate large and precious furniture and art which otherwise would be less securely transported in the passenger elevators or a conventional residential building’s service elevator. When I moved in, and all during the work I put in myself (and with various tradesmen that I literally traded my cock for their services and assistance), I’d used the freight elevator many times, courtesy of the building manager who taught me how to use the buttons and levers and had coded my access card so I could. Considerably less complicated than the average RPG, this Marine had no trouble mastering the controls.

    Thus I was swinging the big elevator access lever around like an airplane door when Jim made it through the service elevator “lobby” as I called it, since it was so large. Assumably the room was designed for staging the freight. His look of surprise and then nasty delight told me he had thought it was going to be that freezing lobby I’d intended for the venue to relieve our need, and he was excited by the thought of the elevator itself.

    As I rolled up the big inner grate to give us access, Jimmy had reached around from behind me and already had my zipper down and my hard cock out and in his grip. We tumbled into more than stepped into the huge, rough-finished space, and I barely got the grate closed behind us and the lever down on the inside to close us in before Jim was on his knees with a tight grip on my full and aching nuts and my cock down his throat. Neither of us complained about the cold.

    “OH FUCK, Jimmy!” I gasped, as he made his intention clear with a determined deep-suck, heavy-tongue technique, using his clenched fist around my nuts to pull me into his mouth and out again. “Let me just uuuuunnnngggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—“ I trailed off into a groan as I slammed my hand at the controls to get us moving.

    With a sudden jolt that had Jim gagging and sputtering around my cock – and he NEVER gags! – the elevator jerked into upward motion. To his credit his teeth never once did more than lightly brush the fat shaft of my horsecock despite the jostling. “Mmmrrrrrrrrrrgggggmmmmmmmmmmmm,” he growled as he worked on it as if nothing had happened, while I flailed for purchase on the wall of the elevator on one side and clamped my big paw on the back of his head to maintain my footing. My husband’s tightened grip on my bloated ballsac told me he was going for the gold and neither jolts from moving elevators nor anything else was going to stop him.

    I had no idea where we were in our ascension – I only knew where I was in my own. I was skyrocketing toward release courtesy of Jim’s masterful cockwork. He learned my huge, fat fuckmeat that first weekend we hooked up, like a concert pianist playing a Ligeti Etude on a new brand of piano. He was still the only man who’d ever deep throated me in his first attempt without having to be literally pulled off before he choked to death. I know – I thought when he did, “What fun is that?” And then he showed me . . . over and over for close to five years now. If there was an Academy Award or Presidential Medal for cocksucking, he’d surely earn it repeatedly!

    There was more I had planned than just dumping my nuts once. Struggling for focus on anything other than my nuts, which were beginning to feel like a reactor heading for critical, I strained my body around to barely see the control panel out of the corner of my eye and get a bead on the EMERGENCY STOP switch. It was red, a big toggle-like switch, fortunately, or I couldn’t have gotten to it from where I was and the angle, but I did, and I managed to strain with a big “RRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH” and flipped it, which caused two things to happen.

    What I expected did happen. A HARD jolt as the elevator abruptly halted its ascent. But also, I felt my husband’s head jerk before that, when I grunted, straining his eyes upward to where I’d contorted myself, surprise and question all over his face. He knows when I’m cumming before I even feel my nuts about to combust, and the grunt was too similar to my pre-blast grunt apparently. Feeling his head jerk, I’d looked down, and then, when the elevator bumped to a hard stop his face showed his question was answered. Of course he never stopped sucking/laving my cock and yanking/massaging my nuts. The only way I knew he’d been caught off-guard by the unsteadiness in the elevator was his right hand clenched my left butt cheek for balance. He could do that ANYtime I thought!

    On firm footing again – both of us – I clenched both hands on Jim’s head and began skull-fucking him with purpose. His grunts and chokes and moans and garbled, guttural almost-word utterances of “RRRUUUGGGHHH GGYYAAAA!” I knew to be not only encouragement but an order from a hungry cocksucker to his donor, and I somehow got even more brutal in my thrusting.

    “FUCKING TAKE THAT! YOU FUCKER YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME FUCKING—“ was all I got out before my body seized momentarily, my pubes crushed against Jimmy’s GQ-worthy face. My body erupted both internally and externally, my spasms coming as the nuclear cumblastion started. “FUCKYESSSSSSSSSSS!” I shouted as I felt my seed rocket through my fuckpipe.

    “MMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGMMMMMMMMRRR!” Jimmy moaned in appreciation as he gulped and then sucked after he moved back enough to get a mouthful of my firehose-stream of cum in addition to what I’d blasted into his gullet.

    I hadn’t realized that Jimmy had got his suit slacks unbuttoned and unzipped while he was doing his cockwork, but the moment I was pumped out, he sprung up and without letting loose his grip on my nuts, vaulted to the nearest wall behind him, jerking me along with him. He knows I can always go twice. I may be about to turn fifty, and twice is usually my limit without a few minutes to reenergize, but that second one I’m always good for!

    He stopped short, and I slammed into the back of him – I was still tethered by his death grip on my nuts. He bent toward the wall and with his right hand spit a mouthful of my cum and his spit and snot into his hand and slathered his hairy hole swiftly. In just moments he had three fingers inside himself, and he was obviously slimed enough because he pulled me toward his ass by my balls and ordered, “FUCK ME – NOW!”

    Who was I to argue? Happy husband, happy life and all that. I shoved his upper body down hard against the wall, which he braced with his right hand and made a cum-slimy hand print that I knew he’d leave there when we were done. Of course he still hadn’t let go of my nutsac. And I SHOVED into him HARD, like I knew he wanted. “OHCHRISTFUCKINGHELLYESSSSSSSSSSSSS!” he spat in a quick cry that turned into a moan.

    Jim’s cunt is like molten lava at the best of time, and when he’s worked up it gets beyond description. It’s also still TIGHT despite being STRETCHED and battered by my fucklog lo these many years – thank you Arnold Kegel! I swear that if we ever meet Arnold Kegel Jim should let him fuck him in appreciation. My learned husband, of course, had, however, when I suggested that to him, informed me that Kegel was long dead!

    With Jimmy matching my thrusts, I slam-fucked his clenched cunt until it finally felt like he’d relaxed enough to not rip my foreskin off, and then I really let go. “YEAH, MARINE, JUST LIKE THAT!” Jim hissed, thrusting himself back onto my thrusts hard enough to make my pubic bone feel the painful impact of his tailbone again and again.

    We went on that way – him shouting orders, pleading for more, harder, faster, and me somehow summoning the middle-aged stamina to meet those demands – for some time. The second time for me with no break in between usually takes even longer, and I’m a slow-cummer to begin with. But neither of us was deterred, and when I reached up the back of his shirt to his shoulders, he was drenched in sweat as I knew I was. I reached under his armpit with my right hand and brought it back and inhaled deeply of my husband’s scent, my body reacting with new energy stores as the primal imprint overtook any exhaustion factor. When I licked my fingers, I had to let out a loud, long growl.

    “YEAH, FUCKER, C’MON!” was Jimmy’s reaction to my guttural growl, and I felt him working his cuntchute muscles tighter around me again, milking me to his second helping of my seed.

    I slammed him hard and jammed him into the elevator wall tighter, more erect, and I began battering his fuckchute from a slightly different angle. It apparently was the right angle – okay, I knew it would be, and I was getting close to my second blastoff point – because Jimmy’s left hand got behind my ass and was digging his fingertips into me screaming, “DON’TFUCKINGSTOP! YEAH! JUSTLIKETHAT! I’M—“

    Like Jim knowing my body, I know his, and his sudden silence, his words choked off, preceded the telltale tensing of his every muscle, most notably his cuntring and cuntchute in a vise grip on my cock that makes it almost impossible to continue my thrusts. “DDOONN—“ he choked out. “STTTTTTT” followed, the best he could do to plead with me not to stop.

    “C’mon, stud, milk my cock and blast your nuts for me!” I ordered. And like the perfect husband he is, Jim’s body began convulsing and he cried, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” as he unloaded all over the elevator wall and floor.

    His fuckchute spasming like a crazed milking machine pulled mine out of me with a spontaneous blast that had me almost throw my back out with the first spasm. The sudden seizing of my entire body for a second then almost immediate convulsions felt like whiplash. “FUCKING CHRIST!” I yelled, and I began spewing my seed a second time, this time nearly ten inches deep inside my husband’s very talented mancunt.

    “EVERY DROP – GIMME ALL OF IT!” Jim growled, still thrashing and milking those drops – more like gushers – out of me.

    Collapsed together there in the big, cold freight elevator, both of our dress shirts drenched in sweat, still joined in copulation, we panted. My husband’s back and ass against my chest and groin, even through our soaked shirts – he’d much earlier shucked off his absurdly expensive suit coat somewhere on the dusty floor – I snaked my arms around him and kissed the coarse hairs on the back of his neck below his hairline. “Mmmmmmmm,” I moaned in appreciation.

    “Yeah,” he huffed out. “Very mmmmmm,” he moaned again, bringing his right arm up and cupping the back of my head with his warm, sticky hand.

    At length, “You wanna go upstairs or just go back to the car and head out home?” he asked. A logical possibility since we’d solved the immediacy of our need and intended to not spend the night at our condo in the District.

    I inhaled deeply of his neck, his manly sweat and familiar scent again sending a frisson through me. “No fucking way!” I responded. “I’m taking you upstairs and licking every square inch of you – outside and as much as I can get to inside!”

    “You always know just what to say, Marine!” my husband grinned back at me.

    We unheaped ourselves and got standing. The stench of mansweat and mansex in the elevator had replaced the vaguely metallic, dusty smell it generally exuded, and the heady aroma now had my balls tingling again. I hit the toggle to release the stop switch and slammed the button for the top floor, ours. The elevator jerked into motion, causing both of us to sway for a moment, Jim, every the opportunist, grabbing my cock for support. I smirked at him. “I could use some cleanup here,” I announced, throwing a glance down at my slimy cock in his hand.

    Grinning at me, in an instant, he was on his knees – again – and lapping at my cummy, ass-slimy cock. He looked up at me questioningly when I put my hands on his head to steady myself. I was getting hard again, having flagged some after that second load, and his look told me he wanted to know if my grip on his head signaled that we were going for the gold or if it truly was just cleanup. I chuckled, holding his gaze as he sucked and licked and lapped and occasionally smacked his lips. Finally I answered. “Let’s take this inside,” just as the elevator bounced to a stop.

    Jim slowly withdrew, his tongue and sucking action exaggerated as he did. The loud POP when he finally let my again-engorged cockhead burst from his mouth made us both laugh. “Sure?” he asked, his evil grin tempting me, a quick swipe of his tongue on my frenulum and over my piss slit adding to the enticement.

    I pulled him up to standing and crashed my lips over his, taking his mouth forcefully, and him taking mine right back, me inhaling the pungent aroma of my cock and cum and his ass and our sweat from his face as I tasted us on his lips and tongue. As our clench heated, we were startled by the blare of a male voice over the intercom.

    “I, uh, SEE you two got the elevator going again,” our building concierge’s voice boomed with a clear note of amusement.

    I jerked my head up and did a lightning-fast three-sixty of the elevator and immediately spotted the two security cams I knew I’d find before I even looked. DUMB JARHEAD! My wanton nuts had propelled me faster than reason, and we were certain to have been caught in flagrante, in toto, as my husband would say.

    “We’re obviously just fine, Henry,” my husband answered, unruffled. “We’ll pick up the disk on the way out in a couple of hours,” he added, as if it happened all the time.

    In fact, it had happened a couple of times. The stairwell, the passenger elevator, but never in the freight elevator. Actually, I should say, never in the freight elevator with my husband. There was once, long before I met him, just after I moved in, when my very fuckable plumber-fuckbud and I were hauling up some sinks and fixtures and we, uh, indulged some testicular urgency and partook of the privacy of the freight elevator. That time, though, I’d wrapped my t-shirt around one cam, and his around the other. The passenger elevator and stairwell were each easier to keep full views from the single lenses, but we had secured the disks, and I’d ensured that the building’s system hadn’t backed up yet, for a few large bills my generous husband had thrown the concierge’s way. “College fund,” he grinned, pocketing the money each time, though he didn’t have children that I knew of – he wasn’t married – and the grin was more than appreciation for the money. The last time he’d asked, “Any of the other guys, uh—“ and we’d told him it seemed he was our only “concierge voyeur” as it happened. That was the extent of conversation about it – I hadn’t mentioned that undoubtedly there had been a different concierge on that Sunday afternoon with plumber Chaz.

    “Understood, Judge Ellis,” came through the speaker. And then we both burst out laughing as I wrestled my flopping horsecock into my pants, Jimmy likewise zipping up and retrieving his suit coat from the elevator floor and putting it on, straightening it and buttoning it like James Bond after a brawl.

    I got the lever rotated, the grate slid up and the outer elevator doors open as I thought about how my cock jumped – one of MANY times watching James Bond – during the scene in Skyfall when Daniel Craig lasciviously retorts to Javier Bardem, “What makes you think this is my first time?”

    Jim clamped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him as we walked from the service elevator, through the service elevator lobby on our floor, out into the hall and to our own condo’s rear service door. “Another rear entry,” I quipped stupidly as he activated the thumb scanner on the lock. Yeah, we like gadgets at home, too.

    “I sure as heck hope so,” Jim threw back as he thumbed us into our own service room.

    My husband NEVER swears, except during sex. Then it’s a steady stream of curses. HE says that it was because raising a son alone required that he set a good example and give no quarter; but knowing his very upper-crust parents, I suspect it’s more his oh so lofty upbringing than chosen behavior. I will say that if it was, in fact, only for raising Perry, the strategy worked, as he RARELY curses. As for me, on the other hand, I was raised by very middle-class parents (actually lower-middle-class who managed to make our lives not too much different than the middle class majority), two ex-military fathers and a mother who didn’t hold back from expressing herself colorfully when the occasion called for it. Nearly thirty years in the Corps after that sealed my fate as far as language! I still get a kick out of Jim when he says things like “heck” when he means “hell” and “darn” when he means “damn” or “fuck” and the like.  

    As soon as we were inside the service area of our condo, I slammed him against the wall and grabbed his ass, pressing myself against him. “Think you can take it again, stud?” I breathed into his face.

    I felt his response against my crotch as his cock sprung to life again in his slacks. “GOD YES!” was an unnecessary response after his cock made his desire clear, but my husband believes in precision in communication.

    I took his mouth again, and this time we sucked face hard and long, complete with teeth knocking, full-body humping against each other, wild groping and much moaning. Neither of us gave any indication of the mind-blowing sex we’d just had in the elevator. I was raging hard again, despite the twofer. He was humping forward into me and back onto my fingers that I had pressed into his crack through his slacks, moaning like a bitch in heat. When we finally broke out of our kiss momentarily to suck in some deep breaths, Jim broke away and threw himself over the folding table, unbuckling his pants. He cried out, “For fuck’s sake – just fucking FUCK me . . . AGAIN!”

    Yanking his pants down – and probably breaking his zipper, but by that point I didn’t care – I surprised him by instead dropping to my knees and buried my face in his musky, freshly-fucked hole. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I exclaimed, my tongue penetrating him first-off and licking around the inside of his cummy cuntwalls.

    “OH JESUS BILLY!” Jim moaned as I sucked and licked and slurped his deliciously sweaty, musky, funky, cummy mancunt. He gyrated and rubbed his ass all over my face as he tried to grind onto my tongue deeper. I reached up to grab his cock, which was jammed downward against the side of the cabinet, and my knuckles brushed a stream of precum that was flowing from him and gave me excellent lube to grip and firmly stroke him from root to tip as I ate him. “JESUSFUCKING—OH SHIT, BILLY – OHSHIT!” he cried as I moved from his cunthole to his nuts and sucked them in with one oversized gulp and swirled my tongue while I pulled them HARD with my mouth.

    Jimmy’s cock was like iron in my hand, thickening as I worked it relentlessly and continued my feasting on his nuts and then back to his hole and began tongue-fucking him again while I nibbled on his cuntring. All the while he was writhing, grinding, occasionally slamming his fists down on the counter as he spewed a steady stream of exclamations of joy and want.

    His balls were pulling up, and the huge flange on his enormous cockhead was flared to the max. I didn’t need his shouts to tell me that he was close . . . again. Instead of jacking and tonguing him over the edge I pulled back devilishly. “OHNOYOUFUCKINGDON’T!” he growled, reaching back with a big hand and pulling my head so my face was jammed back into his crack. “FINISH IT!” he ordered.

    I decided to . . . but on my own terms. I let my tongue dart over is pulled-up nuts and brushed the back of my index and middle finger gently over his flowing piss slit and to the underside and his frenulum and just massaged there, under his head. “OHHOLYFUCKINGSHIT!” he cried out, as my flicking tongue and gently-massaging fingers ignited him. Slapping the counter repeatedly and crying out like a man being tortured, his body flailed, and his cock shot stream after stream downward . . . into my waiting, well-positioned other hand, filling to overflowing as he blasted and blasted his second load of the afternoon.

    When he finally begged for mercy from my tongue tickling his nuts, and I’d been alternating with tickling his cuntring, too, while the backs of my two fingers massaged his cockhead, I took pity. I did take a LONG lick inside and then up his sweaty crack and back down all the way to his still-dripping tip before I pulled back. Then I caused him to jump when I licked up from his left knee along the inside of his thigh and then his right before I stood up. “Jesus, Bill!” he huffed.

    I brought the handful of his precious spooge that I’d been carefully protecting in my cupped palm up to my mouth and lapped at it. Then I reached around and put it in front of his face, and with my other hand entered him with two fingers and found his spot to give him a quick residual jolt as he licked himself off me.

    He was up in an instant and kissing me again, both of us reveling in his taste, us ground together again, his still-drooling cock sliming my own slacks, the scent of mansweat heavy around us in addition to the cum. I pulled back enough – him protesting – to reach under his dress shirt and pull it up along with this suit coat and all the way over his head. His tie had been loosened, but he was struggling with it to get it over his head. I, on the other hand, had access to what I wanted, and I dove into his left pit and licked and sucked his male essence until I was nearly swooning. He was flailing about with his arms up but held inside his still-linked cuffs to get his collar open enough to get his shirt over his head, and I went to work on his right pit, eliciting a “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, BILLY!” from him. I knew it wasn’t protest of anything other than the shirt, and then I felt his upper body tense and the shirt loudly RIPPED before his suit coat and shirt were flung across the room along with a tinkle that I suspected – and later confirmed – were his expensive cufflinks, probably wrecked and in pieces.

    I had begun licking up his sweaty neck, savoring the different sweat taste from his pits and from his ass and thighs, and Jim let me, running his hands over my back and butt as he writhed and moaned. I flipped him around again and licked from the top of his butt crack along his spine, tasting him, enjoying him, particularly the musky sweat of his landing patch below and the place he always sweated between his shoulder blades and then the back of his neck. Each taste of him was better than the finest meal.

    Again turning him and this time boosting him up onto the folding table to his surprise, I pulled off his shoes and socks and then pants from around his ankles and began licking his huge hobbit feet. More moans from him, and his recently-spent cock was hard again which I saw when I looked up, gratifyingly so! “You know I get to do the same to you, Marine!” he called, still laying back prone, enjoying every lick, every suck of his toes, ankles, calves.

    “After I fuck that sweet cunt of yours again!” I told him.

    And, when I’d licked up to his nuts again, and his big cock was swaying about, again precumming, I pulled him to the edge of the counter and entered him suddenly and roughly. “OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS!” he cried after an initial gasp. I fucked up into him HARD and FAST and didn’t change positions. When I was exhausted and drenched with sweat – still dressed, my shirt stuck to me everywhere though my pants were around my ankles I knew I was close to ready to fill my husband once again. I moved enough to JAM my cockhead HARD against his p-spot with every thrust. “OHJESUSFUCKINGCHRIST!” he yelled as his body jerked HARD and then again and again, his cry falling off to an unintelligible moan that heightened as I felt his fuckchute begin clenching harder around me in time with my cockhead’s collision with his gland.

    “YEAH, cum for me!” I ordered. And he did. A LOUD yowling cry as his body broke into intense spasms and, finally, just as I felt my body about to tumble over the edge, his cock spurted up in a high, long arc that coated his face with a long rope . . . one of many.

    “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” I shouted as my nuts erupted in ecstasy and agony.

    “GIVE IT—“ was all he could get out as I pumped out into him . . . again.

    When I was done, I was braced by my hands on the edge of the counter looking over him. A large bead of my sweat ran off my nose and onto Jim’s chest, and I leaned down and licked it up, savoring our mixed salty, sweaty taste. “Mmmmmm,” Jim cooed, still flat on the counter, his arms out limply. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.”

    “No worries, Your Honor!” I told him and scooped him up, pulling him first, then him raising and following my motion to put his arms around my neck. I dipped back and down and got my arms behind his hanging thighs and then with ease had him over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Easy stuff,” I proclaimed.

    “My cave man,” he joked, pounding his fists on my ass as I walked.

    “Your cave man HUSBAND,” I corrected, carrying him through the condo to our bedroom and through.

    “Hey,” he protested, as I got to the shower, and still holding him started it. “I wanted to give you a tongue bath!”

    “How about I rain-check that for you until tomorrow morning after CrossFit?” I bargained. Right now you need a shower, a we both need a little nap before we head out for the drive home.

    I had us both under the water then, and when I gently let him down onto his feet, I kissed his cock before I stood up again. Well, it was there, after all! I reached for the soap, but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him. “God, Billy, THANK YOU!”

    “For wrecking your hole?” I joked.

    Jim wasn’t deterred. He chuckled gently but held me tight, kissing my neck. “You know what I mean. Thank you for this life. For our life. For making me love being a man every damn day.”

    “No, Jimmy, thank YOU,” I answered, holding onto him tight, the hot water from nine sprays pelting us.


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  • Taking a Risk

    The information board indicated the flight had landed, I felt like I had been born here it had taken so long, after another 20 minutes he appeared through the arrivals door and smiled on seeing me, we gave each other a hug but nothing the onlooker would have suspected as reunited lovers.

    “You drive” I told him, I think he knew why, he grinned and took the keys. “I don’t know where your flat is” he said, I told him to take my lead and drive.

    On the way we discussed his flight but I couldn’t resist the temptation to feel the bulge in his pants, we hadn’t seen each other in 3 months and we were both very horny. I wore a silky black chemise, stockings and knickers under my jeans and sweater, I unzipped his pants and caressed his swelling cock, I leaned over the driver seat and took it in my mouth, his cut penis filled my eager mouth and I sucked along the shaft ensuring my teeth did not touch his skin to give him ultimate pleasure, it did as he wriggled in the driving seat.

     “I can’t concentrate!” he pleaded.

    “Pull over there” I suggested, there was an entrance to a field, it looked quiet enough and this was dusk,  I knew this would be a massive risk but I couldn’t resist, and couldn’t wait the 40 minutes it would take to get to the flat.

    “Are you mad?” he asked, “No, Matt” I want you now, I mean it, I need it”

    He didn’t argue, that said if we were caught he would shrug it off, I on the other hand wouldn’t as my friends and family didn’t know I was into men, let alone as a TV.

    I quickly took off my sweater and jeans, revealing my undies to him, and pulled on a pair of strappy high heel shoes from the foot-well, enough to make me feel feminine and sexy, I knew he loved the feel and look of satin and stockings on me and like to grip the heels whilst shafting me.

    “Push your seat back as far as it goes and recline it” he said assertively, of course I obeyed, I wanted his slim athletic figure in me right now, he forcefully kissed me, darting his tongue into my mouth, I tingled with excitement whilst all the while being apprehensive of the consequences of discovery, especially by Police.

    He pulled a sachet of lube from his pocket, opened it into his palm and came over to my side of the car, no sooner was he on me I felt his probing fingers lubricate my man cunt, then he lubed his shaft. I pulled my legs up so he could take me in the missionary position, one I love as I can see his gorgeous face and blue eyes as he fills me.

    It was my first cock in three months, my urgency urging him to penetrate me faster than usual. I felt the tip of his lance in my moist cunt, a shot of pain coursed through me but was quickly drowned in the sea of lust that overcame me, he kissed me whilst pushing his manhood fully home, I reached down and caressed his balls, ecstasy.

    “OK?” he asked, “Yes, babe, just do me”

    With that he started thrusting, slowly first, then more regularly and assertively, I moaned and gasped, he was invading me and it felt deliriously pleasurable, I pulled his cherry butt closer with every stroke, wrapping my stocking clad legs and heels around his back pulling every inch of him inside me, all the time glancing occasionally outside for intruders.

    The thrusts felt marvelous, his tongue probed by mouth and his cock invaded my cunt, I didn’t need to massage my cock as I could feel pre-cum already, I wiped the pre-cum and sucked my fingers, then once again but this time in Matt’s mouth, he sucked my fingers eagerly, we loved the taste of each others cum. 

    “I’m near, babe” he said, “Oh no, not yet honey, “let me sit on you first” I pleaded, he stopped thrusting for a moment and we crawled into the back seat, he sat and I straddled him, reaching behind me and guided his length into my cunt, it looked so good, his hairy chest and athletic form, with my straddled slim legs, suspenders and stockings on him.

    I took him to the hilt, only this position really hits my G spot, I began to ride him slowly, then picked up in intensity, his rod felt soooo good in me, I put my arms around his neck and pulled him close whilst jutting down and forward to feel maximum penetration, passion welled up in me and I bit his bottom lip gently, “babe I’m almost there” he gasped, “yes, yes, oh, come in my mouth?” I begged, “Now!” he demanded, I quickly sat up whilst bringing myself off, and went down on him, the cum filled my mouth with it’s delicious salty taste, I let the last of it linger on my tongue, I kissed him and we rolled the remaining semen between our tongues. 

    I was his bitch, and this was our way of showing it.

    “Shall we now get to the flat?” he asked and grinned, by then it was dark, “sure” I said, and decided that I was going to leave on my strappy heels and just put my sweater on, the fear of being discovered had exhilarated me, I decided my next dare would be to get from the underground parking to the flat in my heels and stockings…

  • Chris & Michael

    I had showered and was super horny and was looking for a hung stud to cum get sucked and fuck me silly.  I posted an ad online and waited to see who replied.  

    While I was waiting, I popped in some hot euro bareback DVD and was watching these hung uncut studs fucking other hot studs.  Needless to say, I was hard in seconds.  After a while of watching, my doorbell rang.  Fuck it I thought, maybe they’ll go away.  Then it rang a special way that let me know it was my buddy Chris.  Fuck, great timing Chris.  I got up, wrapped a towel around me and went to my door.

    ‘Hey bud, how’s it going ?’ I asked him as I opened the door.

    ‘Hey Mike.  Fuck I hate my wife.’

    ‘That good ??  ‘

    ‘She makes me crazy.  It’s her rules or her rules.’

    ‘ I tried to worn you about her.  I saw she treated you like shit when you two were dating. ‘

    ‘I know, but I was blinded by sex.  I love women and it was my first time getting real pussy’

    ‘And know you two fight all the time’

    ‘Yep, and no sex at all.  She wasn’t even blow me, jerk me off.  Hell, I can even jerk off with out her knowing.  I haven’t had sex in months and haven’t cum in forever.’

    ‘Well, come on in and relax.’

    I forgot I had my porn playing, oops.

    ‘Damn man, couldn’t you have turned that off ?’

    ‘I didn’t think of it , sorry’

    I reached for the remote and was gonna put on a tv channel for him.

    ‘ no leave it, even gay sex is better that what I’ve been getting.’

    ‘Really ?!?  You watching gay sex just to watch the sex ?’

    ‘Yeah, at least I can watch someone get laid. Is it easy for you to get laid ?’

    ‘Yeah, pretty easy.  Gay guys just find a guy they like and get down to it.  It’s just 2 guys getting off together.  There is no ‘ I have to like or love you, it’s just primal raw sex.  No strings or anything’

    ‘Wow, must be nice’

    ‘It can be , sometimes.  But knowing the guy or having some kind of connection makes think better ‘

    I looked at Chris and looked down at his crotch, he was rock hard.  And that started my cock growing.

    ‘ ya know, I’m glad we don’t have kids.  I mean I’d love to have some, but I can’t take her shit anymore and the ‘no sex ‘ is making me crazy.  I think I’m gonna get a divorce.  If I’m gonna be single again, at least I can jerk off when I want’

    ‘If that’s what you want, go for it.  I’ll be with you to help prove she’s a cunt and a half.’

    ‘Really, that’s Mike, that means a lot to me.’

    ‘ not a problem, and speaking of problems, I think you need to do something with jr there.  He’s gonna rip your pants open.’

    ‘If I jerk off, somehow she knows.’

    ‘You gonna go thru with the divorce, then who cares ?? What if you had help getting off ? You’re not getting off, it’s someone else getting you off and it’s not really cheating, that’s with another woman, nothing says anything about being with another guy’

    ‘Yeah but. ‘

    ‘But my ass.  Your gonna find out what it’s like to really get laid.  I’m gonna make you feel like you’ve never felt before.’

    ‘You don’t have to do that’

    ‘I want to.  Beside, you’re my best friend and you’re fucking hot.  And apparently hung and thick too’

    ‘You need your eyes checked.  I’m nothing  special.’

    ‘I have always thought you were hot. So let me put on some bi porn and you sit down.’

    ‘You can leave this on, it’s Kinda hot. Just be gentle, I’ve never had anything up my ass before. And your cock looks big and thick too.’

    ‘ I never said you were getting fucked.  I’m gonna ride your cock’

    ‘Ok, I’m good with that.  ‘

    I pushed him onto the sofa and pulled off his shirt.  His chest was covered with long silky soft blond hair.  I sat on his lap, grabbing his firm hairy pecs. Gently grabbing and twisting his tiny nips.  

    ‘You want to try kissing me or next time ?’

    ‘ what Makes you think there will be a next time ?’

    ‘Once I’m done, you’ll want more.  I’m sure if it’

    ‘Next time’

    ‘Ok.’

    I slid down a bit and kissed, licked and sucked his hard nips, nibbling just a little.

    I got off his lap and started running his hard cock thru his jeans.  I undid his button and zipper and spread his pants open.  I was surprised to no underwear.  What I did see what his thick dark blond bush.  

    ‘Lift your ass up, we need to get your jeans off.’

    Instead he stood up, knocked off his shoes, and took his pants completely off.

    There in my face was a big thick 8″ uncut cock with just a bit of an upward curve.  From under his foreskin, precum was oozing out .

    ‘Damn you’re fuckin hotter now.  I’m gonna enjoy this.’

    ‘Just make sure I do to.  I need to cum bad.  I’m so horny’

    I grabbed his thick cock and slowly pulled back his skin to see a beautiful plump purple head.  I slowly stroked his cock, watching his skin roll back and forth over his head.  Precum dripping from his tip. I licked the tip, tasting his precum, wanting more.  It was thick, slimy and tasted so sweet.

    I licked and sucked the head.  Feeling his cock in my mouth made me even hornier than I was.  

    I grabbed him by his cock and walked him to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed.

    ‘Now to really do some work on you ‘

    I sat by his side and started to suck his cock some more, getting it extra wet and slippery.  Then, without telling him, I slowly sank his cock into my mouth.  This plump head hit the back of my mouth.  I relaxed my throat muscles and began to force his cock down my throat.  

    ‘Uuugggghhhhh fuck, what are you doing to me ??!!’

    I pulled off his cock and simply said ‘ why deepthroating you , you want me to stop ?’

    ‘ no keep doing that, it’s incredible’

    So I went back to his cock, sucking up and down, tasting more and more of his sweet cock and precum.

    ‘Mike, I know you’re enjoying what you’re doing and it’s feels so fucking good that I can’t put it into words, but I want to fuck you.  I need to fuck someone, and right now it’s you!!!’

    ‘Well, let’s get to it then. ‘

    I got up, turned around and climbed on top of the hunk in my bed.  I grabbed his spit & precum covered cock and rubbed it on my hole.

    ‘We need condoms Mike’

    ‘Says who ? I’m healthy , no disease and I’m assuming you are too right ?’

    ‘Yes, nothing here.  I shoot a big load and the bitch always complained about how much there was.  And cuz she really didn’t want to get pregnant she’d make me wear 2 rubbers and when I did get to fuck her, I never felt anything.  It was like I was just her living dildo.’

    ‘Well, I’ve never played bare before, but for you, I want to.  I want to see what it’s like and the same for you.  I want to to have the pleasure you’ve been missing out on. And for the big loads of cum, bring it on.  I love cum, the more the better.  Maybe between the combo of your monster cock, precum and your big load, maybe that’s why she never let you fuck her.’

    ‘Could be, but let’s get fucking’

    ‘He sat up, pushed me over and got me on all fours.  He grabbed his cock and stroked it and he oozed out more precum.  That slick slimy gooey precum was being being spread all over my hole and his shaft.  

    ‘Ok, here we go.  Raw sex , the beginning of our first fuck. Isn’t this gonna hurt your ass ?  I am pretty thick ‘

    ‘Normally yes, but because you’re so fucking hot and I love uncut cock, I makes me hornier and remakes me relaxed, my ass…….oooooh fuck that feels so fucking good.’

    As I was talking Chris rammed his cock into my ass.  The pain was from the sudden ramming into me.  But it felt sooo good.

    ‘Now fuck me stud, fuck me good and do it right.  And don’t you dare think about pulling out when you cum.  I want that load in my ass.’

    ‘Ok, here we go.  He slid his cock all the way in.  Hitting spots inside me that made me feel even better.  He slowly pulled out, just his head was inside and then back in, balls deep.  He varied the depth of his cock and he fucked me.  Angling to the sides, top and bottom.  He kept hitting my prostrate, making me drip precum and making my cock harder every time.

    He just fucked me like a whore, I was glad to be his whore today.  Fast, slow, what ever he did was incredible.

    ‘I’m getting close Mike, are you sure you want me to stay inside you when I cum? I love seeing my cum when I fucked the bitch.  She complained big time then.’

    ‘Yes, shoot it in me, get me pregnant, I want all that cum, breed my hole, please!!!’

    He started ramming me harder and harder.  I felt his cock getting thicker and thicker.  My hole stretched to the max and his sank deep inside me and then it started.  His load shooting inside me. I could feel it pulsing they his shaft.  Four, five, six, seven, it wasn’t stopping.  Ten , eleven, twelve, holy fuck, twelve jets of cum, chris’ cum filling my ass.

    And then, without touching myself, my cock erupted and shot a huge load of cum all over the bed.  

    ‘So, you feel better after getting off ?’

    ‘I’ve never felt better.  I don’t think I want to pull out of your ass.’

    ‘If you did, there’d be a big load of your cum all over the bed.  We’d both be sleeping in the wet spot.’

    ‘Well, I need to pull out to lay down.  I’m exhausted now.’

    ‘No, just stay inside me, I’ll lay down and do that same thing at the same time and then we can rest.’

    We moved around like old robots but we did it.  Laying in the afterglow.

    ‘So, how would you like a roommate ? I need to find a place to live.’

    ‘But what about telling the soon to be ex about the divorce ?’

    ‘Yeah, I kind of did that today and she kicked me out my own place.  She yelled at me for a while and told me to go stay at my boyfriends place and have sex with him and I said I’d do that. So you want a roomie ?’

    ‘Wow, good for you to stand up to the bitch.  And sure, I’ve got the room here for another person. But who is your boyfriend ?  Unless you haven’t been telling me everything ?’

    ‘Well, after today, confirms something I’ve been thinking and feeling for years.  We’ve always gotten along like brothers , you’ve always been there and I have loved you like a brother.  And now, after sex with you, I don’t think I can say no to how I feel.  I love you and want you to be my partner for ever’

    ‘Chris, I’ve always felt the same about you and yes, I’ll be your husband, cuz as soon as your divorce is final, we’re getting married and just to fuck the bitch over, we will invite her just for fun.  Then we will video our sex on honeymoon, and send her the a copy, and then say, this is what a married couple does.’

    ‘I’d say the invite alone with kill her.  Save the video for us , it’ll be hot to watch and jerk off to .’

    ‘Ok, let’s get some rest.  I’m tired and need some sleep for round two of fucking and sucking ‘

    ‘Ok, babe.


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  • City Bus

    Next to incarceration. losing your driver’s license is one the biggest losses of liberty you could ever experience.  I know.  It happened to me.  But, every cloud has it’s silver lining.  Through poor judgement on my part, with a little assist from my good friend, Jose Cuervo, I was arrested for suspicion of driving under the influence. 

    After a night of drinking and cruising at the Parliament House I hooked up with a guy that drove me to his place for some sucking and fucking.  We engaged in all sorts of drunken debauchery.  More drinks, poppers, lots of cocksucking, you name it, until we were both exhausted.  As I curled up next to him in his bed to sleep, he tells me I need to go.

    “You can’t stay,” he tells me.  “My boyfriend works third shift and will be home in a couple of hours.”

    “My car is at the club.”  I replied.

    “Get dressed, I’ll take you back.”  he said.

    “I’m not sure I should be driving.”  I told him.

    “Trust me, you don’t want to be here when he gets home.”

    That said, I got up, gathered my clothes, and got dressed.  I was a bit unsteady on my feet as we made our way to his car.  He pulled up next to my car when we got back to the club and I took in some deep breaths before getting out.  I was fucked up and knew I shouldn’t be behind the wheel.  

    Poor judgement prevailed.  I poured myself into the front seat, fastened my seatbelt, and set out for home.  I wasn’t two blocks from the club when I noticed flashing blue and red lights illuminating the night. I quickly pulled over, gathered my composure, and put on my best sober face for the approaching cop. 

    It seems driving at 3:00 AM without headlights is frowned upon in the great state of Florida. Sensing my impairment, the officer politely asked that I step from the vehicle. He then asked me to perform a field sobriety test which I declined.  Long story short, I was arrested, handcuffed, read my rights, and placed in the back of his patrol car.

    When we got to the jail I was asked to submit to a breathalyzer test which I refused.

    “Just so you know, refusal of a breathalyzer is an automatic one year suspension of your drivers license under Florida law.” the officer informed me.

    I assured him I was aware and the refusal stood. Even in my drunken state I knew I had enough alcohol in my system to be guaranteed a felony DUI charge.  As it stood now, I could only be charged with suspected drunk driving and after eight hours in jail I would be released with a promise to appear. The license suspension was immediate, though.

    The following day I found an attorney that specialized in DUI’s.  He went to work on my case immediately and by the time my scheduled arraignment arrived he had worked out a plea deal with the district attorney.  I plead out to alcohol related reckless driving, a misdemeanor.  Pretty much got a slap on the wrist from the judge with an admonishment not to drive on a suspended license and was allowed to go my merry way.

    This is how I came to rely on friends and the city transit system for my transportation. Fortunately, Orlando has a decent public transportation system, and even more fortunate for me, the bus stop was a stones throw from my front door.

    As I boarded the bus for the first time and walked down the aisle to take a seat I noticed most of the passangers didn’t even look up from what they were doing. As I neared the back of the bus I saw a man checking me out from head to toe. He appeared to be in his early forties and was quite pleasant to look at. His hair was completely gray at the temples and the hair on his head had streaks of grey throughout. His shirt collar was unbuttoned revealing tufts of salt and pepper chest hair. I have a weakness for hairy men and found him to be quite sexy. I took the seat across the aisle from him.  I was keenly aware he was checking me out during the ride. When I glanced in his direction, I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring. He smiled and nodded his head at me.  As  I returned the friendly gesture he placed his hand on his crotch and made an exaggerated move as though adjusting himself. A signal I’m quite familiar with.  The bus arrived at his stop, which was just two blocks from mine. He got up from his seat and proceeded to the back door giving a final flirtatious glance in my direction.

    I saw him several more times the following weeks, always took the seat across the aisle from him, and the same cat and mouse game ensued each time. It was time to make a move. The following morning I got on the bus and took my usual seat across from him, but this time I sat at an angle in my seat facing him with my left shoulder against the window. As the bus took off I crossed my right foot over my left knee. I wasn’t wearing any underwear that day and I allowed my dick to “slip” out of the leg of my shorts. I was in his direct line of sight and I knew he could see my wardrobe malfunction. He stared unashamedly and I could see his pants beginning to tent. His obvious arousal made my cock stir and I was beginning to snake farther out of my the leg of my shorts.

    Glancing around, he got up and moved over to sit next to me. I straightened in my seat to give him room.  Without hesitation he reached up the leg of my shorts and began fondling my growing erection. Spreading my legs to give him easier access I placed my right hand on his crotch and wrapped my fist around his fully erect cock. He was quite thick and my cock sprang to life. 

    “Fuck, that’s big!” he whispered. 

    He started stroking my cock and I began oozing streams of pre-cum onto the floor. He cupped his hand over the head of my dick and rubbed my gooey discharge around my piss hole, my glans, and the shaft of my throbbing dick. My cock was wet and glistening with pre-cum and he began to rhythmically stroke the entire length of my shaft. I hadn’t taken my hand off his crotch and was still massaging his solid bulge when I felt him quiver. His cock was pulsing and he was cumming in his drawers. Thick globs of his cum seeped through the fabric and the sight caused me to lose control. My cock erupted and several thick cum ropes shot out on the back of the seat in front of me. They clung to the seatback before slowly cascading down to the floor. My new friend took a tissue from his backpack and made an attempt to wipe up the cum seeping from the front of his trouser while I shook the remaining droplets from my cock onto the floor.

    We were coming to his stop and as he got up to disembark he leaned in and whispered,

    “I want that fatty in my ass.”

    I too, wanted to take him from behind and plant my seed deep in his mancunt. I smiled and nodded in the affirmative. I felt a surge of blood filling my cock thinking about it.  I was flattered. My cock is about six and a half to seven inches in length and six inches around. He wasn’t the first to compliment my tool.  

    One disadvantage of public transit is they run on their schedule, not mine. The bus ran on the hour and I had to take the seven A.M. bus to be at my job which started at eight. It arrived at my stop at seven twenty, giving me forty minutes to kill each day.  My new friend, who introduced himself as Ryan, and I were chatting it up the following morning while he had his hand up my short’s leg caressing growing my cock. I learned that he too, began his workday at eight.  He asked where my stop was and I let him know it was the one right after his, two blocks up.

    “Seems we both have some time to kill,” he said.  “I still want your fat cock up my ass and I know a place.”

    “Is it safe, will we have time?” I asked.

    “Get off at my stop and I’ll take you there.” he replied. “You decide.”

    We both exited the bus at his stop and he pointed to the gas station on the corner.

    “It’s one of those old gas stations where the restroom is on the outside of the building. I’ll go in and get the key, you wait around the side.” he instructed.

    The thought of sucking cock and barebacking in a dirty men’s room greatly appealed to me. I’d had many a sexual encounter in a public toilet and loved them all. The scent of urine and male musk seemed to enhance the sex. I eagerly agreed and went to the side to wait for Ryan. He opened the door and went in and I quickly followed. It was dimly lit, the sink and toilet were stained as I had expected, and, as expected, the enticing scent of male sexuality permeated the room. Typical of restrooms of this nature there were crudely drawn pictures of erect cocks, cocks squirting on gaping pussies and open mouths, and scrawled messages from men wanting to suck cock complete with date and time all over the walls. 

    Once inside with the door securely locked, Ryan hastily unfastened and pulled my shorts down, dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I was fully engorged in seconds.

    “Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed, “You have an amazing cock, I want you to fuck me!”

    “Easy there, Buddy, I’ve yet to have the pleasure of seeing your cock.”, I informed him.

    I backed up to the toilet pulling him with me. I lowered myself onto the seat and began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. I pulled his pants and jockey shorts down to his knees and his swollen cock bounced up into my face. I leaned in and put  my mouth over it and took him all the way down my throat. Ryan was no slouch himself when it came to cock size. His cock was draped on both sides by his shirt tails.  I reached up and began unfastening his shirt buttons revealing a chest and stomach covered in lush salt and pepper hair. He was rocking his hips back and forth and with his cock gently fucking my mouth I undid the last two buttons and pushed his shirt tails aside. I felt my nose pressed against bare skin.

    I leaned back and saw Ryan’s entire pubic region was completely shaved. My passion is for men who are hairy from the neck down to the toes. I don’t mean to disparage men who choose to shave, but they are not my type. We all have our types and mine is hairy men. However, I do finish what I start and fervently went to work sucking his cock until he couldn’t hold back and he filled my mouth with his cumload.

    As much as I wanted to I didn’t swallow his sweet and salty load. Instead, I held it in my mouth, stood up, turned Ryan around over the sink and spit his cum into my hand to lube my cock and his mancunt. I was delighted to see he had a beautiful furry ass as I smeared his jizz around his waiting pussy. I lined my slick knob up with his asshole and eased into him. His hole eagerly welcomed my engorged cock and I held his hips while I went balls deep in his sphincter. He was pushing back and grinding into me like a bitch in heat. 

    “Fuck me, push in it deep, I want your thick load inside me!” he gasped “Hard, fuck me hard!”

    I had him spread his ass cheeks with both hands, lean over with his knees bent and his legs spread and fucked him with all my might. I thrust hard, forcing my cock as deep as I could. He was grunting with each thrust.

    “Oh, God damn, seed me now!” he breathlessly begged. “I want your cum…cum for me, cum in me!”

    I could feel myself getting close and kept up my pace. As I was cumming I jammed my cock as far as I could into his juicy hole. I pulled him against me and held my rigid shaft deep inside him as it pulsed with the release of my creamy jism. I felt spurt after spurt leaving my cock and filling his hungry pussy.  Ryan was clenching his sphincter muscles and milking every last drop.  I pulled my cock out and ropes of thick cum dropped out of his gaping man cunt and splashed onto the floor. 

    We were both panting as we dressed, taking turns in the dingy mirror doing our best to regain our compusure and look fresh for work. Ryan suggested I leave first and he would follow after a minute or so. I unlocked the door and walked out. My eyes were adjusting to the bright sun when I focused on a man standing there waiting to use the restroom. 

    “It’s still occupied.” I said as I quickly rounded the corner.

    No telling what the man heard. Ryan could explain if he felt a need to.


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