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  • Star Athlete’s downfall journey

    Auzy stepped out of the shower, his blond hair dripping wet, drops of water falling down his chiseled physique. He was a sexy specimen of a young man, with broad shoulders, and muscles that gave him a twunk look! (Image 1)

    At 21, he had a full-ride football scholarship and always got everything he wanted which made him into a cocky, entitled jock who made him think that he was top dog. As he towel-dried himself off, he stood in front of the mirror and admired his hung cock swinging between his legs then flexed his arm impressed with how muscular he was. (Image 2)

    He had just moved into a house on Maple Street, a short distance from the campus. The house was owned by a man named Rob, a 56-year-old overweight and somewhat introverted individual.Auzy thought he got such a great deal on a place to stay but little did he know that the reason it was so cheap was to lure him into moving into the building where Rob had nefarious plans for him. Over the next few weeks, Auzy settled into a routine of classes, football practice. Studying didn’t leave much time for getting any pussy which was never a problem for him. One evening, after a long day of practice, Auzy decided to take a shower. As he stepped into the shower he started playing with his thick cock wishing he had some pussy to fuck. (Image 3)

     He had been so busy lately that he hadn’t had a chance to relieve his pent-up sexual frustration. He stroked himself slowly at first, savoring the feeling of the nice piece of meat he was proud of. But as his arousal grew, he began to pump his shaft faster and harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. At last he shot his huge load all over the shower getting cum all over. Then he let go of his cock and started to rinse off.(Image 4)

    He was so happy to be hung. A lot of his football friends were growers but Auzy was definitely a shower and enjoying shoving it in peoples faces in the locker room after practice to show he was alpha. In the locker room he would be all sweaty which made him look so much more sexy. It wasn’t long until one day his landlord came over and said that he needed to talk to him and that it was important. (Image 5)

    Auzy was annoyed that the fat fuck was making him waste time when he could be at the gym training. When the landlord came in he pulled out his phone and showed Auzy naked photos and also pics of him jerking off. This was super bad!! He could lose everything he worked for including his scholarship! He grabbed the landlord by the shirt and said “What the fuck dude! Delete these or I will kick the living shit out of you!” He quickly responded with “easy I already sent these to a friend and if you even dare to hurt me in any way he will send them to your school and you will be expelled!” He was right! As easy as it would be to overpower him this fat prick had the upper hand. “What do you want?” Auzy asked “You need to learn you’re not the top dog! These muscles you have are meant to serve. And please me!” He said with an evil grin. “I will be in touch” he said then handed Auzy a box and left. In the box were sexy undies! There was a note that said take pics in these sexy undies and send it to me in the next hour. One of the undies was a mesh white. He didn’t want to do this! But he had no choice. If Rob posted those pics pretending to be him and my football coach saw them Auzy would lose his scholarship! He needed to play along for now until he could find a way out of this. Auzy hurried and put of the white mesh underwear and took a pic of himself. Rob quickly texted back saying “what the hell is that! (Image 6)

     Get into the shower with them and take a pic from below so I can see that nice bulge you are packing!” “Why” Auzy asked. Then Rob said “if you ever ask why again I will send these pics to everyone you know! Now fucking do it!” With no choice Auzy got into the shower and got a pic of himself all soaked in the underwear. “O ya that is such a great bulge you have on you stud! Might just have to put it in a cock cage and teach you some self discipline! (Image 7)

    Teach you who is the new alpha! Now go put on the orange ones and show me that ass!” Auzy felt so humiliated and not in control! He was always the alpha and never had to worry about people treating him like this. He slid the orange underwear on which showed of his juicy ass and set up the camera with a timer to take a pic. While trying to take the picture Rob texted “What is taking so long?” And Auzy said “one sec” He replied with “From now on call me master!”“There you go” Auzy said as he sent the picture. (Image 8) 

    And the fat perv said “there you go what?” I swallowed my pride and texted back “There you go master.” “That is more like it he said! Daddy wants to tame that ass damn! Your ass was made to take cock. You will be my good muscle slut whether you like it or not. I will be in touch soon. In the meantime put on the blue undies and take a pic and send a video of you playing and stretching that juicy ass apart!” “Fuck if you are a good boy I might just leave the beautiful bulge uncaged!”

    END OF PART 1


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  • My Ex’s Brother Caught Me Jerking Off

    Recap: Jason sent me a video of himself getting spit-roasted by two pornstars, like it was no big deal. I was jerking off to it when Drew walked in. Instead of getting mad, he dropped to his knees and started blowing me. And after? He said he wanted to try bottoming. For the first time. With me. He was serious. Nervous, maybe. But curious. And willing.

    ──── ୨ৎ ────

    Drew shifted closer, hand still wrapped around me. “What if you fucked me?”

    My breath caught.

    He smiled, a little unsure now. “I mean, I’ve never done it before. But… fuck it, right? I wanna know. I wanna know what it feels like. What it’s like for you.”

    I stared at him.

    “You don’t have to,” he said quickly, eyes searching mine. “I just…if watching that turns you on, and if you’ve been thinking about what it felt like to top Jason, maybe I can give you something better.”

    I sat up a little straighter. “You sure?”

    He nodded. “I want to try. I trust you.”

    I didn’t say anything right away.

    Just stared at Drew. Bare-chested. Hair messy. His lips still glossy from sucking my cock, and now he was offering me his ass.

    “Are you sure?” I asked again.

    He nodded. “Yeah. I trust you.”

    I leaned in and kissed him. He hesitated just for a second; then kissed me back. A little awkward at first. Then harder. Mouth open. Hand on my thigh. He pulled away for air.

    “You ready?” I asked, watching him closely.

    He shrugged, tried to play it cool. “I mean… how hard can it be?”

    I raised an eyebrow.

    He laughed. “Oh – I don’t mean your cock. That thing looks fucking lethal right now.”

    I looked down. Yeah, I was rock hard.

    “C’mon,” he said, slapping my thigh. “Let’s move this to the bedroom. We don’t want my first time to be uncomfortable on the couch.”

    “Look at you,” I teased. “First time bottoming and already demanding luxury.”

    He stood up and started walking down the hallway, losing his clothes like it was a damn strip show. Tank top first, then compression leggings halfway down his thighs, dick swinging, that ridiculous ass leading the way.

    “Don’t get used to this,” he called over his shoulder. “This is a one-time experiment.”

    I smirked and followed him.

    By the time I got to the bedroom, he was already lying on the bed on his back …naked, looking confused.

    “So uh… what do I do?”

    I walked to the foot of the bed and tilted my head. “Roll onto your stomach.”

    He did.

    I grabbed a pillow from the side, lifted his hips gently, and shoved it under his waist. “There,” I said. “Elevate your fat ass.”

    He laughed. “It’s not fat. It’s muscle.”

    I climbed onto the bed, my knees settling between his legs, one on either side of his thick thighs. His ass arched up, round and firm, cheeks spread just enough for me to get a full view. Tight hole, slightly clenched, like it didn’t know what was coming. “For someone who calls my ass fat and jiggly,” I muttered, “you’ve got a fucking dump truck back here.”

    He laughed into the sheets. “That’s what working out does, bro. It’s all pure muscle.”

    “Sure,” I said, and leaned down before he could run his mouth again.

    I spread his cheeks and dragged my tongue across his hole once, slow and flat. Just a taste. I felt him jump under me.

    “Uh-oh,” he said, voice muffled in the sheets. “Holy fucking…Aaah…fucking Christ.”

    I pulled back immediately, blinked. “What?”

    He didn’t lift his head. Just groaned into the mattress.

    “Everything okay?” I asked, hand resting gently on his lower back.

    He turned his face to the side, eyes blown out. “That felt… too fucking good.”
    I laughed, breathless. “Fuck, Drew. You scared the hell outta me.”
    He laughed too, cheeks red. “No warning, man! You went straight for it.”

    I grinned and lowered my head again. “What, you want me to kiss it first and ask politely?”

    He mumbled something, still catching his breath.

    Too late.

    I spread him again and dove in. My tongue circled his hole, slow and wet, teasing the rim before dipping inside. His whole body tensed under me. Then relaxed. Then tensed again.

    I ate him out like I meant it.

    Licked deeper. Flattened my tongue and dragged it up. Let it flick just inside. He groaned, one hand bunching the sheets.

    “F-fuck,” he muttered. “I don’t… know what to do with my hands.”

    “Just hold on,” I said between licks.

    He let out a sharp gasp as I pressed my tongue in deeper, flicking back and forth now. His hips shifted against the pillow. His ass started grinding up against my mouth. That cocky, competitive energy was still in him, but now it was twisted with surprise like he hadn’t expected it to feel this good. Like he was mad at himself for loving it.

    “Holy shit,” he grunted. “I get why you like this now.”

    I smiled against him. “Told you.”

    “Bro,” he said. “You could start a religion with your tongue.”

    I laughed. “Welcome to worship.”

    He groaned again, deeper this time.

    “Don’t stop,” he mumbled. “Just… fucking hell.”

    I kept going. Ate him until his thighs were shaking, until his ass was grinding into my face like he needed more. My cock was throbbing hard between my legs, but I didn’t rush. He deserved this; his first time wasn’t gonna be some rushed porn move.

    After another minute, I pulled back, breathing hard, face shiny.

    “You good?” I asked.

    He lifted his head slightly. “I’m… fuck. I think I’m addicted.”

    I grinned. “That was just step one.”

    He groaned. “Jesus.”

    I reached for the lube, slicked my fingers, and glanced down at him.

    “You sure you’re ready?”

    He turned his face toward me. Still cocky. Still Drew. “C’mon. You’ve already made out with my hole. Let’s see what that dick does.”

    Drew lay on his stomach, one arm curled under the pillow, the other bent above his head. His back muscles twitched every time I touched him. His cock was hard, pressed into the sheets, and his ass-arched perfectly with a pillow tucked underneath was already glistening from my spit.

    I sat back on my knees and poured lube into my hand, rubbing my fingers together slowly.

    He turned his head a little, voice muffled against the pillow. “So, like… what do I do?”

    I smiled. “Just breathe.”

    “I am breathing.”

    “Not like that.”

    I leaned forward, kissed his lower back. “Let me ease you into it.”

    “Okay.” He sounded unsure. But not unwilling.

    I placed one hand on his lower back, just grounding him, then used the other to circle his hole with one lubed up finger. No pressure yet; just touch.

    He shifted, barely. His legs parted slightly wider on their own.

    “Still good?” I asked.

    He grunted. “Yeah. I think.”

    I pushed just the tip in. Slowly. Gently. His whole body stilled, then tensed.

    “Shit,” he muttered.

    “Breathe, Drew. Breathe.”

    “Yeah….uh…Yeah.”

    I stayed there, letting him adjust. My free hand stroked slow lines up and down his spine. When he finally exhaled fully, I slid in a little deeper.

    His hole clenched around my finger like it didn’t want to let go.

    “Holy fuck,” he said into the pillow. “That’s… a lot.”

    I chuckled softly. “You’ve fucked me without prepping my hole, like, how many times? Now you know.”

    He groaned. “You made it look easy.”

    “It’s not. But it’s worth it.”

    He didn’t say anything for a minute, just lay there breathing. I moved my finger gently, letting him feel it, curling slightly. His hips shifted towards my finger.

    When I slid in a second finger beside the first, he let out a surprised noise. Not pain. Not pleasure. Just raw sensation.

    “Oh fuck.”

    “Too much?”

    “No, no. Just–feels insane.”

    I kept it slow. Steady. Curling, scissoring. Watching how his body responded. There was something almost surreal about it. This man; this cocky, ripped gym owner who’d been railing me like a machine…was now face down, letting me open him up. And he was hard. Dripping. Loving it.
    The video from earlier flashed back in my head. Jason…bent over, taking it from two sides, moaning like he needed it. I hadn’t been able to look away. Seeing him like that did something to me.

    Not just because he was getting fucked. But because for the first time, the power had shifted. He wasn’t the top. Wasn’t in control. And fuck… it turned me on.

    “Drew,” I murmured, voice low. “You’re doing so good.”

    He gave a half-laugh. “Don’t make it weird.”

    I smiled. “I’m serious.”

    He turned his head toward me again. His expression was soft. A little flushed. Curious.

    I added a third finger.

    His hips jolted.

    “Fuck,” he whispered. “Okay, that I felt.”

    “Too much?”

    “No, no.. keep going.”

    I paused, letting him adjust again, then began slowly working all three fingers in and out. His body shuddered. His legs pressed into the mattress. His cock left a slick patch against the sheets.

    “You’re opening up so well,” I said, almost to myself.

    He groaned again. “I don’t know how you do this all the time.”

    “It gets easier,” I whispered, twisting my fingers gently. “It gets better.

    “I’m gonna lose my fucking mind,” he muttered.

    I kissed his lower back. “Good.”

    We stayed like that for a few more minutes…him face-down, moaning softly, and me easing him open one stroke at a time.

    When I finally pulled out, his hole clenched after me, twitching around nothing. His cock was still rock hard, leaking against the sheets.

    I kissed the back of his thigh and whispered, “You ready for my cock now?”

    He turned his head again, lips parted. “Yeah. I think I am.”

    I reached for the lube again, drizzling a slow line down the crack of his ass . It slid over his rim, catching in the slick he’d already soaked up. I stroked myself with one hand, thick and aching and drizzled lot of lube over my cock and rubbed it. My other hand was rested on his lower back, steadying both of us.

    “You sure?” I murmured, leaning over him.

    He nodded once, cheek still pressed to the pillow. “I want to feel it.”

    I lined myself up, nudged the head of my cock right against him, and paused. His body tensed just slightly.

    “I’ll go slow,” I said. “Just breathe.”

    “I am breathing,” he shot back…gruff, almost annoyed but I could hear the nerves beneath it.

    I laughed quietly under my breath. “Right.”

    I pushed my cock in.

    Just the tip. Just enough to feel that first tight resistance around the head of my cock. Drew grunted low, his hips shifting once but not pulling away. I rubbed his back in slow, calming circles and waited.

    “You okay?”

    “…Yeah,” he said after a beat. “Keep going.”

    So I did. Inch by inch. His hole stretched around me, clenching tight, hot and brand-new. My cock pulsed as I sank deeper, the grip of him unreal. By the time I bottomed out, he let out a shaky breath that sounded part pain, part disbelief, part fuck yes.

    He buried his face in the pillow again. “You weren’t lying. You’re not that big… but fuck.”

    I laughed under my breath and gave his ass a light slap. “Wow. Rude.”

    Before he could say anything smart, I pulled back and slammed in a little harder.

    His whole body jolted. “Uh-oo-ahh–fuckkkk-”

    I grinned, staying deep. “Still think I’ve got a small dick?”


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  • My Son’s jockstrap musk

    I’m Steve Berg, a 45-year-old straight, conservative, redneck dad from Texas. I’m all cowboy—muscled from years of busting my ass on the farm, with a thick, scruffy beard and a take-no-shit vibe. My life’s my family: my drop-dead gorgeous wife, Samantha, the hottest piece in town, and my boy Dan, my pride and joy. At 18, Dan’s a fucking stud—captain of his high school baseball team, shredded with six-pack abs that make every chick in school wet. He’s got my rugged cowboy edge and Samantha’s pretty-boy charm, a cocky mix that screams trouble. We had it good, just a tight family on our farm, until the day I got stuck doing the damn laundry and everything went to hell.

    Samantha was gone, helping her pregnant sister for what was supposed to be a quick trip but dragged on ‘cause of complications. That left me with chores I never touch, like washing Dan’s sweaty-ass clothes. He strutted in after a big baseball win, all cocky, his uniform plastered to his ripped body. “Need my dirty shit, Dad?” he grinned, peeling off his jersey. His pecs were slick with sweat, nipples hard in the cold air. Pants dropped next, showing off those thick, meaty thighs, until he was down to his jockstrap, stuffed full with a bulge that’d make any man jealous.

    “Don’t worry, son, I ain’t lookin’,” I muttered, turning away. But Dan, that little fucker, tossed his jockstrap right at me. It smacked my bearded face, warm and damp, and the smell hit like a kick to the balls—raw, sweaty, packed with his young, musky stink. My head spun, my cock jumping to life in my jeans. I stood there like a dumbass, sniffing it for a solid minute, my brain drowning in his scent. Dan’s eyes went wide. “Sorry, Dad,” he said, but there was a sly glint in his look, like he knew something.

    I ripped it off, forcing a laugh. “Watch it, boy, or I’ll tan your hide!” I growled, playing the tough dad to hide the shame burning me up. But my dick was throbbing, leaking precum through my boxers, soaking the denim. What the fuck? I’m straight, married to a fucking goddess, and now I’m hard as a rock over my son’s ball sweat? I felt like puking, but I grabbed the laundry and bolted to the basement.

    Down there, that jockstrap mocked me, lying in the pile. My hands shook, but I snatched it up, shoving it to my nose. The musk was thicker now—salty, ripe, all Dan. My cock pulsed, harder than it’s been since my twenties, precum dripping like a faucet. I didn’t even touch myself; that filthy smell made me blow a massive load, cum blasting into my boxers as my eyes rolled back. I slumped against the washer, panting, the jockstrap glued to my face. What kind of sick fuck was I?

    Dan hollered for dinner, snapping me out of it. I cleaned up quick, but at the table, his sweaty stink lingered, hitting me like a drug. My dick sprang up again, tenting my pants under the table. He asked for more steak, and I couldn’t stand without him seeing my hard-on. “Pass your plate, son,” I mumbled, squirming. That night, I tried jacking off to Samantha, but Dan’s musk wormed into my head, twisting my fantasies into something dirty and wrong.

    Next weekend, Samantha’s trip got extended—her sister’s health was shaky, keeping her away longer. My farm buddies noticed me acting off while we chugged beers by the fire. “You need to get laid, Steve,” one chuckled. If they fucking knew. Back home, Dan came in from practice, dripping sweat, his body looking like a goddamn porn star. “Don’t throw that jock at me,” I snapped, but the little shit grinned and chucked it anyway. It hit my face, the musk so strong it made my knees weak—fresh, potent, dizzying.

    My cock went rock-hard instantly, aching in my jeans. I slapped my face, trying to shake it off. “Damn it, Dan!” In the laundry room, he handed me more clothes, including briefs crusted with dried cum. Those white, flaky patches made my mouth water like a dog. My body betrayed me; I shoved them to my nose, huffing the musky, jizzy smell. I came hard in my boxers, no touching needed, cum pouring out as I gasped. Then I heard footsteps running—someone watching?

    It got worse. At work, I was a fucking wreck, like a junkie jonesing for a hit. I craved Dan’s scent, that nasty rush. I raced home, sneaking into his room to raid his hamper. Found a brief, soaked with sweat and a fat cum crust. I sniffed like a fiend, the smell driving me wild. Dan walked in, catching me with his briefs on my face. I froze, thinking I was fucked, but he just said, “You okay, Dad?” I muttered something about checking stains, stuffed the briefs in my pocket, and ran to my room. There, I lost it—sniffing turned to licking, tasting his salty cum crust. My ass twitched, leaking something wet as I shot another load all over my bed. Dan’s smirks all week, those sly looks over breakfast, screamed he knew something.

    Laundry day rolled around again. Without me asking, Dan handed me his clothes, his eyes boring into mine. At the bottom: briefs dripping with fresh cum, still warm and gooey. Fresh? My mind spun—did he jack off knowing I’d find it? I shoved them in my mouth, sucking the creamy load, the taste exploding on my tongue. I came instantly, cum splattering the floor. Footsteps ran from the basement door again. Was Dan onto me, or was it just a fluke?

    Next day, shit hit the fan. Dan handed me a dirty brief, and I looked at him, confused. “I ain’t doing laundry today, Dan.” He smirked, all cocky. “Open it, Dad.” I did, and it was filled with his fresh, sticky cum. My jaw dropped; Dan just grinned wider. “What’s this?” I stammered. He laughed. “Don’t act like you don’t know, Dad. You’ve been sniffing my briefs, eating my cum for days. I’ve seen it all.”

    My heart stopped. My own son, calling me out on this sick shit? I tried to play it off. “W-what, Dan? You got the wrong idea, son!” But he stepped closer, grabbing the briefs and shoving them into my mouth. “Eat it, Dad.” The taste hit, and my body betrayed me again—cum shot out of my throbbing cock, soaking my boxers instantly. Dan’s eyes widened, shocked. “What the fuck, Dad? You’re the big alpha dad I looked up to?”

    I roared back, trying to reclaim control. “Hell yeah, you little fucker, I’m still your straight dad!” But Dan’s grin turned dark, dirty. “Damn, I like you as my alpha dad pig. Come sniff the real source.” He grabbed his bulging crotch, and the air got thick, both of us alpha males squaring off, tension crackling like a storm. I snapped, “Don’t order me around, boy—I’m still your dad!” But he grabbed my head, shoving my face into his musky bush. “You can be the dad, but I’m the daddy now.”

    His scent hit like a drug, pure addiction flooding my veins. I was high, lost in his sweaty, manly stink. “Don’t you wanna taste the cum you love so much?” he taunted. I growled, “Don’t teach me, son,” but my hands were already yanking down his shorts. His cock sprang free—fat as a beer can, eight inches, thick and veiny. I tried to stay dominant, but he grabbed my head, forcing that monster into my mouth. I choked, gagging on his girth, his precum coating my throat. We fought for control, two alphas clashing, but soon Dan was shaking, gripping my beard tight. “Fuck you, Dad, you’re better than any chick I’ve had!” he groaned, unloading a flood of hot cum down my throat.

    I swallowed, licking his jizz off my beard, my own cock shooting hands-free, cum spraying my jeans. Dan laughed, smug. “Give it up, Dad. Your body’s screaming you ain’t no alpha anymore, squirting like a bitch.” I snapped, “Don’t talk to your dad like that, boy!” but my voice shook. Then the phone rang—Samantha, saying she was coming home. Panic hit, but Dan just smirked, his cock still half-hard, promising more trouble.


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  • Maspalomas diary

    Being a gay travel blogger is fun and always the best excuse to come back to Maspalomas, this time i had to check a new hotel there, will tell you about it in my blog later, but the fun part first…


    Monday
    I landed tired, but Maspalomas doesn’t forgive excuses. The Yumbo was pumping: sweaty torsos, harnesses, and eyes that stripped you naked. Two drinks in and I was already locked in a bathroom with two blond Swedish boys on their knees. They took turns like starving dogs: one swallowed me whole, gagging happily, while the other licked my balls and pushed a finger up my ass. I moaned quietly, grabbing their heads, until I exploded in the throat of the one who could take me deepest. His friend smiled with cum dripping down his face. Maspalomas had just started wrecking me… and I loved it.

    Tuesday
    I woke up hungover, hard as a rock. I hit the nude beach and let the sun roast me. Between the dunes, everything is instinct: a glance, a nod, and you know. A tattooed Italian followed me into the sand. He grabbed my neck and pushed his cock against my lips. I knelt, swallowing him until my jaw hurt, while he held me by the hair. Then he flipped me around and fucked me hard against a bush, my knees burning on the sand, my body on fire. I came all over the ground while he pumped me full from behind. Walked back to my hotel smiling like an idiot.

    Wednesday
    I went to a sauna. The steam was thick, but the smell of sex was everywhere. A young Canarian boy led me into a cabin and shoved his cock in me while I braced against the wall. Suddenly another guy joined, sucking my chest, while the first pounded me harder. Soon there were five of us: hands everywhere, mouths on skin, hard cocks sliding in every hole they could find. I came all over one guy’s chest while another was still drilling me. I stumbled out drenched in sweat, weak in the legs, and satisfied beyond words.

    Thursday
    I told myself I’d rest. But in Maspalomas, there’s no such thing. I met a Portuguese guy at Yumbo with a cheeky smile and a perfect ass. We barely danced, just kissed and touched until we ended up at his place. This time it was different: slow kisses, long sucking, endless teasing. I fucked him while staring into his eyes, his moans in Portuguese turning me on even more. I came twice that night, soaked in sweat, feeling something tender in the middle of all the filth.

    Friday
    Back to the dunes. Three huge Germans surrounded me without a word. One pulled my hair, another shoved me against a bush, the third dropped his shorts right in front of me. I didn’t resist. They used me like a toy, one in my mouth, one in my ass, the other waiting his turn. They held me tight, pushed me around, filled me from every angle. When it was over, I collapsed in the sand, bruised, sweaty, covered in their marks—and happier than I’d ever been.

    Saturday
    Final big night. At a beach club I met an Italian and his Argentine boyfriend. The three of us ended up naked in their hotel pool under the moonlight. We kissed, we laughed, we touched everything. They took turns sucking me, one stroking my cock while the other spread me open. They fucked me in the shallow water, my body sliding against theirs as I moaned into the night. We came in a wet, messy pile, exhausted and smiling. The perfect climax to a wild week.

    Sunday
    I woke up late, covered in scratches, bruises, sunburn, and cum stains that still lingered on my skin. I walked along the beach at sunset, watching new guys arrive, ready to begin what for me was ending. I wrote in my notebook:

    Maspalomas isn’t a destination. It’s a vice. A carnival of sex, a place where time stops and the body takes control. If you want to know true freedom, come here.


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  • Earning it Back

    He was late.

    Business always turned around in July. Every year, like clockwork, the tourists stream into town and make up for months of an empty register and cobwebs on the receipt roll.

    But not this year. And now, Craig was a week late on a loan from the kinds of people who don’t check your credit score. A handwritten note gave him an address and a time. It was better to find than to be found, so he arrived early and waited on a hard bench in the lobby.

    At exactly five p.m., a door swung open and a thin, feminine man beckoned Craig inside to a darkened room. Craig followed the light from the man’s smartwatch through a maze of dark corridors. It’s only been a week, Craig thought. Are they planning to kill me already?

    Finally, the thin man stopped and gestured towards what appeared to be a dentist’s chair. Craig sat and, for the first time in a month, felt the stress drain from his body. Whatever would be, would be. He’d done all he could.

    When he woke up, there was a thin silver bracelet attached to his right wrist. A soft green light blinked from within every few seconds. He was alone and naked under a thin blanket. Tying it around himself, he got up and looked for someone to explain exactly what the hell was going on. Across the hall he found a short man in blue scrubs, hunched over another sleeping victim.

    “I’m sorry for not greeting you when you arrived, Craig. You wouldn’t believe how busy it has been here.”

    A nametag on the man’s scrubs simply read “The Doctor.” 

    “What happened to me?” Craig asked. He held up his arm with the bracelet. “Are you going to track me now?”

    “No, Craig. We don’t need to track you. That bracelet is so that you can find your way back.”

    Confused, Craig barely noticed the reappearance of the thin man from earlier. The man guided him to change back into his clothes, then back to the lobby. The door shut and Craig drove himself home.

    Five days passed uneventfully. Craig wondered if he had somehow gotten off easy. No shady figures were watching his store or his apartment. He felt somehow even better than before his encounter with The Doctor. He had enough energy for a five mile run every night. And down below, “Little Craig” was standing at attention firmer than he had in years. Multiple times per day.

    The next morning, he didn’t even need an alarm. Morning wood at 5 am woke him up from what must have been a very pleasant dream. Normally, he would ignore it, but this one wasn’t going away easily. He felt needy, as if he hadn’t jacked off to a sorority girl threesome on his laptop just a few hours earlier. He pulled out the lube and found a new fantasy. A blonde tied up in the woods, forced to cum over and over by a masked man with a powerful vibrator. Four thousand likes.

    Unlike last night, his strokes this morning did not turn into sticky pleasure. In fact, there was no pleasure at all. His seven inches were softening the harder he tried to get to release. Over and over until his hand was tired, until he was fully soft. Yet, the urgency didn’t go away. You need to cum right now,  his brain ordered. Flaccid and horny. This didn’t make any sense.

    Behind the counter at the store, he found himself hiding from customers and grinding his boner against the counter. When a couple from New Hampshire asked about the history of a floor lamp, Craig could concentrate on nothing other than wife’s cleavage peeking out from the slightly-low V of her t-shirt. He sent them on their way with a 25% discount and closed the store early, rushing to the back office to find any relief. But every time he reached in his pants, his dick shrank away.

    The need for release pulsated through his body with growing urgency. By the next week, he could barely make it down the street to hang an “on vacation” sign up in the shop window. His brain was addled by this constant arousal. He could only think of getting pleasure, had worn the skin off of his cock trying to get even a tiny drop. And nothing.

    He tried to remember how to get back to The Doctor. The Doctor did this and he could fix it. But the paper was long lost and the directions were fuzzy in his brain. Finally, he noticed the glowing light, softly pulsating. He started walking and the light sped up as he got closer to the man who had taken away his control and dignity. Craig reached the lobby again and collapsed on the cold, hard bench.

    He awoke again in a dentist’s chair. Naked. His cock stood fully erect, painfully stretching the skin. He tried to reach out, but his hands were bound.

    “You were turning your poor penis into hamburger,” The Doctor remarked. “Do you want to tell me why you’re here?”

    “I…I have to cum!” Craig pleaded. “What did you do to me? Fix it!”

    It was only now that Craig noticed the double doors at the end of the room and heard the commotion from the other side. Men were cheering and shouting, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. And…moans? The tortured moans he heard in his porn videos when a cheerleader was being pounded in every hole by the football team.

    “Do you remember your debt, Mr. Anderson?”

    Craig nodded.

    “Do you know how you will pay off your debt?”

    At that moment, shutters opened and Craig saw into the room beyond the double doors. At least fifty men filled the room, staring and cheering at the spectacle in front of them. 

    The Doctor untied Craig and guided him to walk closer. “Don’t worry, it’s one way glass. They can’t see you yet.”

    Craig pushed his face against the window and stared in shock. In front of this group was his downstairs neighbor, Jake.

    “A friend of yours?” The Doctor asked. “He likes the occasional card game. Poker, mostly. But he’s not very good.”

    Jake was on all fours on a wooden table, fully naked. At his front, a burly man shoved the largest cock that Craig had ever seen down Jake’s throat. How can he breathe? Craig wondered. An older gentleman stroked himself while teasing and pinching Jake’s puffy nipples, running his fingers over them until he gets a reaction. And, at the back, three of the local firefighters were taking turns pounding what was left of Jake’s asshole. That moaning noise? It was Jake.

    “Do you know how you will pay off your debt, Mr. Anderson?”

    Craig shook his head, violently. 

    “You owe my employer $25,000, Mr. Anderson. Can you repay it in cash? Today?”

    Craig stared in shock.

    “I didn’t think so. Therefore, I gave you the same treatment that I gave to your neighbor two weeks ago. It makes you desperately horny, as you’ve noticed, but it has another side effect. Have you figured it out?”

    Craig touched his cock and watched all of the life drain out of it. He fell to his knees.

    “That’s right. You can no longer get any pleasure unless you are getting dominated by men.”

    Craig looked over and saw a fountain of cum shoot from Jake’s penis. He was working hard to please the men, bucking hard as the youngest firefighter grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed deep into his guts. He now had a line of men waiting for his mouth, which he offered willingly.

    “Every time you make a man in that room cum, you earn $100. Pay off your debt and I give you the antidote. Not a bad deal, right?”

    Craig looked in Jake’s eyes. He knew Jake was straight, as was he. He wasn’t enjoying any of this.

    “I’m not going to make you go in there,” The Doctor said. “But I know I won’t need to.”

    The Doctor pushed a button and a second table emerged from the floor. Craig looked down at the floor and walked through the doors.

  • Fag With a Day Job

    I got home from work and started taking off my clothes in the foyer. Jeff and I had gotten married two years ago, and for the past year or so we’d been getting really into a more dom/sub relationship. He’d almost always have an outfit waiting by the door for me that I had to change into for the rest of the day as soon as I got home. Sometimes if he was feeling generous, it might be shorts and a T-shirt, but it could also be just a cock ring, chastity cage, or butt plug. 

    I folded up my day clothes and opened the closet to see what was on the shelf for me: a chastity cage, black jockstrap, and yellow crop top that said FAG! across the front. I slipped them on, then headed to the living room. As I expected, Jeff was in there playing a game on the steam deck. I stood in the doorway until he acknowledged me. 

    “Oh hey slut! Welcome home!” he got up and came over to kiss me. “Hope work wasn’t too bad. Oh hey, you’ll need to be a waiter tonight. You know the new guy who moved into Emily and Carson’s old place down the street? I met him today; turns out he’s gay, and pretty openly kinky. I invited him over for dinner.” 

    “Okay, sounds good. Would you like me to make dinner, or order something?” I asked.

    “He’ll be here in 45 minutes, so just order something. Now go make sure the bedroom is tidy; I want to get back to this fight.” 

    45 minutes later, the food had arrived and I had just finished getting the table set and everything laid out when the doorbell rang. I uncorked a bottle of wine as I heard the faint voices. I was feeling oddly nervous; Jeff had put me in slutty outfits or nude serving guests before, but it just seemed a bit more intimidating that it was the first time meeting this guy; it had usually been established friends or fuck buddies before. 

    “Calm down,” I told myself. “Jeff said he’s kinky, and you’ve always wanted to be more of a slut for strangers.” With that, I picked up the wine bottle and stood by the table, ready to serve. 

    Except when Jeff walked in the with our new neighbor, I nearly dropped the bottle in shock. It wasn’t a stranger at all. His dark, curly hair, broad shoulders, and closely trimmed beard were immediately familiar to me. 

    Tanner Cross. Senior Manager of Marketing at Benson BioTech, i.e. the company where I was an R&D manager. His office was on the same floor as mine, and it was a rare week when I didn’t have at least one meeting he was in. He was also a self-important asshole. Fuck. 

    Tanner was halfway across the room before he noticed me, but when he did he stopped mid sentence to say “Holy shit, Felix?! Wait, hold up. You’re the sub fag Jeff was telling me about? Oh my god, this is WILD.”

    Jeff looked between us, confused. “Wait,” Jeff said, “You know him? How?” 

    “We work together.” Tanner replied, before I could pull myself together enough to say anything. “I had no clue he lived in Madisonville, though, let alone four houses from where I was moving to.” 

    Jeff took that in and considered for a moment, “Well, that’s definitely a twist, but as long as it won’t get you guys in trouble, I don’t think it should change things. He’s a free use fag, after all, and if I want anyone to able to use him, that should include coworkers.”

    Tanner laughed at that. “All right, I like the sound of that. As long as you’re sure you’re okay with that.” I opened my mouth to reply, but realized his question was directed at Jeff. No one was concerned about whether I was okay with it. 

    Jeff nodded. “Of course. Just don’t get him or yourself fired. Give him orders like you would any other fag.”

    Tanner’s stepped over to me and, without warning, grabbed my crotch and jiggled the chastity cage through the pouch of my jock. Then he smacked my ass and said, “This is going to be a lot of fun. I’m going to enjoy making sure you know your place, and this will make work so much more interesting.”

    I opened my mouth to rebut what he said, but before I could reply, he shoved a couple of his fingers in, making me choke and sputter. He laughed and said, “It’s easy to make you shut up, but you’re going to have to work on that gag reflex. Now pour us some wine, then take off your shirt and the jockstrap and stand next to my chair while we eat.” 

    “I-” I hesitated, glancing at Jeff. He looked at me expectantly. “I, uh, yes sir.” I poured the wine, stripped as ordered, and stood next to Tanner’s chair as he and Jeff started eating and talking. After a couple of minutes, I felt a sharp sting, as Tanner’s hand wrapped around my balls and yanked down. 

    “Hey fag, give me more wine. And then pour yourself a glass.” I winced in pain, but did as he asked, pouring him a glass and then grabbing one from the buffet for myself. As soon as I’d poured my glass, Tanner took it from me, then stood up. 

    I watched as he opened up his pants and pulled out his cock. Even when soft it was impressively thick. He held my glass up to it, then dipped his cock in and swirled it around in my wine. “Kneel,” he ordered, without even looking at me. I complied, and he pulled his cock out of the wine and smacked it across my face, leaving a splat of red on my cheek. He held the wine up, then spat in it. 

    “There we go, that should be perfect. Mouth open.” I barely had time to comply before he had forced the glass against my lips and started pouring. I swallowed it as quickly as I could, but there was too much too fast, and some of it spilled, soaking down my chest and splashing on the tile below. I coughed and sputtered as Tanner finished emptying the glass down my throat, making both him and Jeff laugh. 

    “You weren’t kidding about him needing to improve his gag reflex. Looks like he made a mess.” Jeff laughed. 

    “Yeah fag,” Tanner said to me, “you can’t even have some wine without making a mess? Too dumb to drink from a normal glass, I guess. Well, you’ll just have to clean it up. Get to it.” 

    I started to get to my feet to go grab a cloth, but Tanner grabbed my shoulder and forced me back down. “Where the fuck are you going? You have a tongue, don’t you? You don’t need anything else to clean it up, dumbfuck.” 

    Under the pressure of Tanner’s hand, I knelt to the floor and started licking up the wine, even though I really wasn’t thrilled about the idea. A moment later, I felt his shoe pressing against the back of my head, keeping me down. “Make sure you get all of it,” he said above me. 

    When I’d managed to clean up basically all of it up, Tanner’s foot slid to the side, forcing me to turn my head and look up at him. When he could see my face, he spat, adding another mess to the same side of my face that had the splash of wine from his dick. “Looks like you got it all. Now, tell me what you are, and then I’ll let you up.” 

    “Uh, I’m a dumb fag?” I said, unsure what he wanted me to say. Jeff and Tanner both laughed. 

    “Close,” Tanner replied, “but you’re a pathetic dumb fag.” 

    “I’m a pathetic dumb fag.” I repeated. 

    Tanner’s foot lifted off my head, and I slowly got to my feet. “Yeah, you are. And I’m going to need you to come by office every day and repeat that to me so that you don’t forget. Got it?” 

    I hesitated, but nodded, earning more laughter from Tanner and Jeff. “Good, now go stand in the corner and let us finish dinner. Just don’t clean yourself off.” 

    I complied, and waited for another 20 minutes for them to finish eating. When they finally stood up and headed for the living room, Jeff beckoned me to follow. As they got to the couch, Jeff said “We don’t have an ottoman, and I’m sure Tanner’s tired after a long day; maybe you can figure out a solution for him.” 

    I got the picture, and knelt down in front of the couch as Tanner sat down and propped his feet up on my back. Jeff turned on the tv and then sprawled across the couch, laying his head down on Tanner’s lap. I don’t think he’d ever been so casual with a hookup so quickly. 

    They talked for a bit, mostly ignoring the TV. I had somewhat zoned out, until I heard Jeff say, “You know, with Felix kneeling like that and in his chastity cage, his balls are really exposed, and my hand is really close.” 

    I tensed. Jeff liked hitting my balls, but he wasn’t usually too hard. But with Tanner here… who knows what he might want to do? 

    “Yeah, give them a few hits for me,” Tanner nodded. “And fag, you’d better not move out of this position when he does. My legs are comfortable just as they are.” 

    I barely had time to process that before a double smack smack landed on my balls, shooting a jolt of pain through me and making me wince, but I held still. Another smack. Then another. 

    Tanner laughed, then said “Come on Jeff, you can do better than that. Here, let me show you.” He adjusted his legs, and then wham a sharp hit across both balls. I let out a small yelp, but kept still. A second hit came, then a third. Then he lifted his legs off of me, and I felt his left had wrap around my balls and start pulling and squeezing at the same time. I winced, trying to keep still while controlling my breathing. The pain was much stronger than any of the smacks Jeff had given me, and even more than Tanner’s hits. 

    I still thought I’d be able to take it without moving, until his other hand reached under my body and hit my already-sore and trapped balls with a solid punch. I instinctively jerked backwards and fell to the side, ending up tangled up on top of Jeff and Tanner’s feet. I looked up to see both of them laughing at me. 

    “Damn, you’re going to have to teach me that trick,” Jeff said, grinning down at my balls being cradled in my hands.” 

    “For sure, man! You should practice it and have your little fag stop by my office at work and give progress updates.” Tanner laughed. “Speaking of Felix the Fag, you moved when you weren’t supposed to, so I think you need to apologize and accept a punishment.” 

    Looking up at them both, I said “Sorry, Tanner. I’ll try to be better for you in the future.”

    Tanner laughed and said “Gonna have to do better than that. Kneel down. Hands behind your head. I’m going to kick your balls, and each time I do, I want you to alternate between saying ‘I’m sorry, Tanner’ and ‘I’m not even good at being a fag’ okay?” 

    I groaned and rolled over, pushing myself up onto my knees and getting my hands in position. 

    Tanner stepped forward and handed his phone to Jeff. “Oh, and Jeff is going to record the whole thing, so make sure it’s loud and clear enough.” Before I really had a chance to process it, the first kick came, sharp and targeted just on my right nut, making the cock cage bounce and jingle. I let out a pained groan, then readjusted and said “I’m sorry, Tanner.” 

    He looked down at me a blew me a mocking kiss, then immediately kicked again, hitting both this time. “I’m not even good at being a fag.” I moaned. Kick. “I’m sorry.” Kick. “I’m not even good at being a fag.” Kick. “I’m sorry.” Kick. “I’m not even good at being a fag.” Kick “I’m sorry.” Kick. “I’m not even good at being a fag.” 

    Tanner paused for a minute to let me catch my breath. When I looked back up at him, he had taken his phone back from Jeff and was pointing it at me himself. “Okay little fag Felix, now you’re going to ask me to slap you. You don’t deserve to be slapped by me, but I’m going to be nice and do it if you ask politely. So go ahead.” 

    I sighed, but looked up at Tanner’s phone as he recorded. “Please Tanner, I want you to slap me. It’s the most a faggot like me deserves from someone like you. Please slap me.” 

    He and Jeff laughed, then Tanner complied, a resounding smack bouncing off my cheek with a sting. “There you go. Now get up.” Tanner said, putting his phone aside. “Hey Jeff, give me the key to his cock cage. I want to see something.” 

    A moment later, Tanner had unlocked it and was tugging it off. “Alright, get back on your knees, and start playing with yourself. I’m going to keep slapping you until you tell me you’re hard. Get going.” 

    Immediately another smack came, and then another. I started stroking my cock, which was already a semi. By the time his eighth slap had hit, I was already hard. “Okay, I’ve got a boner.” I said, wincing as the ninth one glanced off my cheek 

    Tanner grabbed my shoulders and yanked me to my feet, then batted my hand away and looked at my cock. “Wait, that’s your boner? Oh my god, really? Wow, it’s like a real cock, but embarrassing and sad” He laughed, then grabbed his camera again and took a picture of it. As he started typing something on his phone, he continued. “I guess it makes sense that a pathetic guy would have a pathetic cock. Honestly I can see why Jeff always needs to have other guys come over to satisfy him. And why he has you lock it up. It’s not like it’s good for much.” 

    He wrapped his hand around it, still typing with his other hand. “Honestly, it doesn’t even seem like it would be fun to jerk off.” He gave it a couple of strokes before laughing again. “Yeah, that’s just nothing. I don’t even think you need to put the cage back on. Just have your pathetic little cock out to show that you’re a pathetic little fag.” 

    A moment later, his phone buzzed. He checked the notification, laughed, then typed something short. He turned back to me and pointed the camera at me again. “Actually yeah, I need you to demonstrate your jerk off technique.” 

    “Are you filming me? Wait, did you send that picture you took to someone?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual and not show my real worry. 

    “Shut the fuck up. I gave you an order. I didn’t tell you to second guess me. So, get stroking.”

    I did, as Tanner trained his camera on me, not knowing what he was going to do with the video. He laughed as he watched, then said, “Wow, you look even more pathetic jerking off. I didn’t even think that was possible. Okay, you can stop now.” 

    He typed something else on his phone, then turned back and whispered something to Jeff, making them both look over at me and laugh. I stood there awkwardly with my dick in my hands, not knowing what to do, when I heard my phone buzz. 

    There was a text from Rob, one of my employees. I opened it with trepidation. “🤣🤣🤣🍆🍆 Duuuuude what the fuck? I have so many questions. So like, what, I guess you just do whatever Tanner wants now? I can’t believe you’d just let him slap you and make you jerk off. Also, aren’t you embarrassed to have a cock like that? LMAOOOOOO well, that explains why you’re always such a pushover. This is going to make work a lot more fun now that I know what you’re really like 🤣🤣🤣”

    I immediately blushed, before turning to Tanner. “What the hell? You sent that to Rob of all people?! Jesus fucking Christ he’s my employee Tanner! That’s so out of line! You agreed that you wouldn’t do anything that could get either of us fired!”

    Tanner just laughed. “Shut the fuck up. Look, first off, Rob isn’t going to tell anyone so your job’s safe. Secondly, you don’t get to make the rules; you just get to follow them, and you don’t get to talk to me like you’re my equal. Now Jeff, what do you suggest we do to get the fag to stop whining?” 

    Jeff got a mischievous grin, and whispered something to Tanner, making him chuckle. “Hahaha, that’s perfect! Okay cuck, get on your knees.”

    “No, we still need to—” I started to protest, before Jeff cut me off. 

    “Quit talking and kneel. We shouldn’t have to tell you twice. This is getting fucking annoying” Without waiting for a response, he grabbed my hair and pulled me down to my knees, then stood behind me, straddling my legs, still with my hair wrapped in his fist. 

    “Open” he ordered, as Tanner stepped forward, hard cock pointing straight at me. I barely had time to get my mouth open all the way before he shoved it in, totally filling my mouth. 

    He kept it there without thrusting, and after a second I heard noises from his phone. I looked up and saw him put it to his ear and start talking. “Hey Rob, it’s Tanner!… Hahaha yeah, for real… Glad you thought so too… He really is hahaha… Well, listen, if you don’t mind switching on your camera, I’ve got someone here who’d love to talk to you.” 

    Jeff took that moment to yank my head forward, forcing Tanner’s cock into my throat and making me cough and choke. When I recovered enough to look back up, I was staring into Tanner’s phone screen to see Rob’s face looking back at me and laughing. 

    “Hahahaha hi Felix. Wow, so first I found out that you look absolutely ridiculous when you jerk off, and then I find out that you can’t even take a real cock without choking. Crazy that you’re the one who supposedly gets to tell me what to do at work. At least so far… anyway, Tanner said you had something to talk to me about.” 

    I glared at Tanner, and tried to pull my mouth off of his cock so I could respond, but Jeff held my head in place and I couldn’t get free. Tanner said “Yeah Felix, remember? You were going to tell Rob how much you wanted him to call you a pathetic faggot. Now, don’t keep him waiting.” 

    I could see Rob barely suppressing his laughter as he watched me squirm and glare at Tanner. After a few seconds of not complying, Jeff smacked my face, much harder than Tanner had, and shoved me back against Tanner’s pubes, making me choke again. I got the message. 

    “Ohgay ohgay,” I mumbled, barely able to form words around Tanner’s dick. “Wob, I want ooo fo call me a fakok an dell me how pafeick I am.” 

    “Wow, well, okay, you’re the boss. But you’re right you are a pathetic little faggot, and you’ve got a pathetic cock to prove it.” 

    All three of them laughed, then Tanner turned the phone back to him. “Well, thanks for chatting Rob, any specific requests before you go?”

    “Yeah, actually, I do have an idea. Have him start jerking off again.” 

    Tanner slid his dick out my throat and Jeff pulled my head back, exposing my cock as the camera pointed back at me. I complied and started stroking; my cock was still rock hard. 

    I looked up at Rob’s face in the camera; I could see from the preview that my face was messy and red from the slaps and the face fucking. He looked at me for a moment, grinning. “Hey boss, you know you really should have told me you were such a pathetic fag. But I guess you were too embarrassed by not even being good at that, so I understand. So, I think you should do a couple of things for me. First off, I want you to promise me that I get to lead our monthly one-on-ones from now on, and they’ll be in your office with the door closed.” 

    “Rob, look, I can do a lot, but come on. I’ve got to be able to at least check in on your projects and give feedback. You can’t expect me to agree to just ignoring all of that.” 

    “Shut the fuck up Felix,” Tanner said, jumping in before Rob could reply. “Guys with cocks like yours don’t get to tell men like me, Rob, and Jeff what to do. Just send him a fucking email if you have to. He needs to have time to use you however he wants, and you’re a faggot so you need to have time to be used.” 

    “Ugh fine, whatever. Okay, I agree. What’s the second thing?” 

    “I want you to keep jerking your fag cock while talking about how much better the three of us are. And I want you to keep going until you’re about to cum, then ruin your orgasm. Then you’re going to lick your cum up off of the floor and stay there naked in your living room, while Tanner goes into your bedroom with your husband and does whatever he wants to do, while I get to watch on here and you just have to listen and imagine.” 

    “I— that’s kind of…” I trailed off, not sure how to respond. The idea was hot, in theory, but fuck did I really want to do all of that with a coworker and my own fucking employee? Before I could figure out what I wanted, Jeff intervened to remind me that what I want didn’t matter at all. 

    My husband grabbed my hair and yanked me to face him while bending down so he was only inches from my face. “Hey slut, didn’t you hear him? That wasn’t a request. Get to it.” His voice didn’t leave any room for question, and even if it had, his fist slamming into my balls a moment later got rid of any ability I had to muster a rebuttal. 

    Gasping, I tried to regain my composure while the three others laughed at me. I took a deep breath, then started stroking my cock. I looked up into the camera, seeing Rob’s face looking back at me. I looked him in the eyes and said “Rob, I’m just a fag and you’re so much better than me.” 

    He gave me a grin and then said “Yeah, I am. That works for now, but at my next one-on-one I expect you to have a list of all the reasons why I’m better than you. Now, go on, be a good little fag and tell the other guys where you rank compared them.” 

    I turned to Rob and Jeff in turn, telling each of them that I was just a pathetic fag compared to them, and that they both deserved better cocks than the one I had. When I finished, I looked back at Rob. 

    “Well, don’t stop; I didn’t give you permission to stop.” He said, with derision. “Keep going around and telling us what you are. And you know what, since it looked like you enjoyed it so much last time, Jeff and Tanner will take turns smacking your nuts after each time you tell one of us what you are.” 

    I grimaced as Jeff and Tanner grinned and took positions on either side of me, hands poised for their hits. I turned back to Rob and said told him again that I was just a fag and pathetic compared to him, then a jolt of pain shot through me as Tanner’s fist made contact. I kept going, round and round, losing count. 

    Finally, I could feel my orgasm building. I started moaning and ripped my head back. Just as I was about to cum, Jeff and Tanner each grabbed one of my hands and pulled it away from my body, forcing me to ruin my orgasm. Six or seven spurts of cum shot out, making a mess on the living room floor as I shuddered, wishing I could be feeling the pleasure that should have come with it, but also relishing the loss of control and, of course, the humiliation of it all. 

    “Now lick it up, bitch boy,” Rob’s voice came from the phone the moment I stopped cumming, “but don’t swallow it all. Look back up at me when you’re done.” 

    Jeff and Tanner released my arms, and I bent forward to comply. The cum tasted acrid, and I hated having to lick something off the floor for the second time in a day. Still, an order was an order. I licked up as much as I could, holding it in my mouth and not particularly enjoying the taste. I looked back up at Rob. 

    “Great, now I want you to spit it back out, then smear it all over yourself. On your chest, face, hair, cock, all over. Then you’re going to just stay there on the floor alone, covered in your own spit and cum since no one else wants them.” 

    I complied, dropping gobs of spit and cum into my hand and making a mess of myself. Just as I finished, Tanner slammed a kick into my balls, the hardest hit of the night. As I laid doubled over in pain from it, I heard the three of them laughing, then Tanner said, “Okay, you’ve served your purpose fag. Don’t get up until one of us tells you to. But keep your phone nearby in case we need anything from you.” 

    Then they left, walking down the hall and shutting the door to the bedroom, leaving me alone. After a few minutes, the pain from the kick subsided and I tried to hear what they were doing. I couldn’t make out the specifics, but from the moans it sounded like they were enjoying it. 

    I don’t know how long I laid on the floor, feeling the cum start to dry and listening to Tanner cucking me before my phone buzzed. It was a video, sent from Tanner’s phone. It was angled down, showing him fucking Josh, while Josh looked into the camera and said to me “This is what a real cock is like, fag. Too bad you’ll never make me feel this good. Maybe I should see if more of your coworkers want to prove how much better they are than you.” 

    The video ended, and I heard laughter from the other room. A few minutes later, I heard more intense moaning, and then quiet. I kept still, expecting them to come back out, but minutes passed and they didn’t leave the room. I’d occasionally catch some faint murmuring but nothing more until suddenly my phone buzzed again. 

    It was a text from Jeff this time. “LMAO Tanner just had me change your name in my phone to ‘My Loser Cuck’ 🤣🤣.” A screenshot showing me the updated contact name was attached. 

    Before I could respond, another text from Jeff came through. “Oh and go grab a blanket from the hall closet, then go back to the floor. Tanner’s staying the night and he wants you to sleep there. He said he doesn’t want you to mess up our bed and that you don’t deserve the guest bed.” 

    That was a new low. Jeff had occasionally made me sleep in the guest bedroom or even on the couch, but never on the floor. Fucking Tanner. He was taking things too far, even for me. I was about to respond when I got another text, this time from Tanner. 

    “Hey cuck, I’d ask how you feel being left to sleep on the cold hard ground, but I honestly don’t care at all 🤣 I’m just texting to let you know that we’re about to start round two, so make sure you leave us alone. Also, to let you know that Rob had such a good time that he’s going to be joining next week, and who knows who else will want to in the future. Sleep well!” 

    I sighed then got up to grab a blanket and laid back down on the floor, rereading the messages. I didn’t know how to respond. As I kept running through scenarios in my head, I could hear them start back in the bedroom. As I was trying to decide what to say, I realized that reading the messages again had made me rock hard. 

    Looking down at my boner, I decided that I didn’t need to respond. Yeah, it was pushing my boundaries, but my pathetic fag cock was showing me just how much I really liked that. I rolled over, curled up under the blanket, and fell asleep on the floor, rock hard and being lulled to sleep by the sounds of my coworker giving my husband the kind of sex I never could. 

  • Billy’s Day at School

    My mornings usually start earlier than most of my friends, but today I had no choice. I had to get to school as soon as the doors opened.  I needed to see Principal Evans. Desperately. Being quarterback of the high school football team came with pressure, and Evans and I had always had a good understanding. But this was different. I had a problem I couldn’t carry into tomorrow night’s game. The whole town was watching, the whole school buzzing, and everyone’s hopes were pinned on me. I couldn’t let anything get in the way.

    I know you might think my problem isn’t much to worry about but it has kind of overtaken my life.  From the start of the school year, I’ve had an itch. In my ass.  I discovered that if I touched my butthole while I jacked off, I shot like a motherfucker.  Just rubbing my pucker and putting a finger up my butthole made my nuts fire so much harder.  In no time, I got hooked on doing it: so hooked that I couldn’t last an hour without slipping my finger down the back of my pants to tease myself.  This morning, my asshole was twitching something fierce, and I didn’t know how I was going to last the day. 

    7:45 am – Principal Evans Office

    I winked at Secretary Havins, who never missed a chance to flirt with me—even though she was old enough to be my mother. But I’ve always had that kind of charm; it draws people in, girls and boys alike. I don’t mind. Honestly, I like it. With the girls, it might be something simple – holding the door a little longer, giving them a compliment about how sexy they were looking, or even, with some, something a bit nastier, about how beautiful their pussy is – if we’ve fucked before.  I just want everyone to feel special.

    With the guys, it’s different. If it’s a teammate, I’ll slap a shoulder pad in the hallway or crack a joke about practice or do a little ass grab.  You know the way student athletes do. For some of the non-sports guys, the star quarterback just remembering their name means a lot and it makes them feel good.

     Now, the drama club boys, or the ones that look at me a little longer than they really should; they can’t disguise how they watch how I move or stare at the way I fill the crotch of my pants. I’m not blind. I’ve heard the gossip.  Everyone knows I’m hung.  I flirt with them.  Who does it hurt?  I let them squeeze my muscled arms and pat their asses playfully.  I’ve even let one or two of my special ones, touch my cock and my ass.  My boy, Sammy, even blows me, taking my cock in his mouth and swallowing my load.  I give him a peck on the cheek in thanks.  He’s a bud.  He loved it.  I loved it.  It’s just play.  It’s never about putting myself above anyone, it’s about letting them know I see them.

    I guess that’s the part that matters most to me. Everybody wants to feel noticed, like they’re more than just another face rushing through the halls. I figure if I can make someone smile, if I can give even a second of my attention, then I’ve done something worthwhile.

    I head into the principal’s office without knocking, because the door is open.

    “Good morning, Billy,” said Principal Evans.  “Excited about tomorrow night’s game?”

    “Yes, sir!”  I answered.  “Can’t wait!” 

    “What’s on your mind, my boy?  Why so desperate to see me?” inquired the principal concernedly.  “Can’t have our star quarterback preoccupied before the big game.” 

    “That’s what I was thinking too, Mr. E,” I burst.  “AND I’ve got that problem I’ve told you about before.  It’s really bad.  It really itches.”  I started sticking my hand in the back of my pants and finding my crack.  I couldn’t help it. 

    “Better lock that door,” he told me.  “This seems serious.  Is it worse than before?”

    “Yes, sir, it is,” I told him.  “It’s so bad.  I feel like it’s on fire!” I ripped opened my jeans and shoved them and my underwear off, stepping out of them, and leaving them on the floor with my flip flops.  I couldn’t help it.   I leaned forward, sticking my hand between my legs, opening my hole and rubbing it as hard as I could. 

    “I’m going to try what’s worked before, my boy.”  He told me.

    Principal Evans went behind me, knelt on his knees and spread my ass cheeks.  He smelled the crack and then licked my hole.

    “Oh, Mr. E, that’s it.  Your mouth always works!” I told him as he eats me out.

    He licks and sucks around my hole, kissing the cheeks and even biting them.  He knows I love that. 

    “Really get in there, Mr. E!  You love Billy’s hole!”

    He slurps all over my pucker and the area around it.  He even goes under my crack and licks my balls, which is something he knows I especially like. 

    He tells me he LOVES eating ass and anytime I need his help, all I have to do is ask. 

    He’s sucking on my pucker.  Sucking it hard and, doing what he does best, trying to force his tongue up my ass.   I kept fingering myself as he sucks. 

    “Just how deep do you stick it, Billy” he asked as he tapped the finger on my pucker.

    “Up to the first knuckle usually” I moaned.

    “You ever try more than one, my boy?” he asked.

    I shook my head.

    “Add another finger,” he suggested.

    I pushed my middle finger in next to my index finger, as he suggested.

    “Like that, Billy?”  he asked.

    “Fuck, yeah. “

    “How about this?” he purred and he wormed his long, fat index finger in next to mine.

    “Oh, yeah.  Go deep, Mr. E!” I let out a grunt and precum poured out my dick.  He pulled my dickhead toward me, felt how wet it was with his thumb, took a taste and grinned.

    “Please, sir,” I moaned. “I get so horny during the day, I can’t help myself.” 

    Mr. E answered me by starting to fuck me deeper with his finger, pushing my two out of the way and replacing them with three more of his.  That was four.  Four goddamn fingers.  All the way in and coming out.  Ramming them into my ass.  The burn was amazing.  I’d never felt anything like it. 

    “Mr. E, you motherfucker, fuck me deeper.  All the way in!”

    Mr. E picked up his rhythm.  I laid down on the floor and opened my hole with my hands and gave his fingers better access.  He just increased the pressure. 

    I grabbed my cock.  Mr. E slathered it with my precum and I started wildly jacking. 

    “Let me have it, Billy!”  Mr. E murmured.

    I felt my body shaking.  My breath was ragged, and he kept ramming his four fingers into my hole.  I let out a cry and cum blasted out my dick. 

    “That’s it, Billy!  Let it out for the team!” the principal yelled.

    White liquid went everywhere.  All over my chest and abs.  Some even hit Mr. E in the face.  He was wiping off his glasses as he stood up.  I was laying on my back on the floor panting.

    “There you go, my boy.  Problem solved!” he said.

    “You better believe it, sir.  You’re the goddamn best!” I said. 

    “AND if you ever feel that itch again, as usual, you know where to go.”  Mr. E. confessed.  “Our little secret.”

    “Dude, I sure do. I can’t thank you enough,” I told him. 

    Mr. E cleaned himself up, wiping some cum from his suit jacket.  He wet a washcloth in his office sink and wiped me clean as I came back to myself.

    He went over to unlock the door as I quickly put my underwear and pants back on and grabbed my flipflops.  I had to make sure I didn’t look like I’d just had my hole wrecked. 

    “Now put all your attention on winning the game, my boy!” Mr. E. said, opening the door. 

    We high-fived as I went out into the hallway.  I couldn’t believe how good I felt and that my itch was totally gone. My head was already moving on to the next stop—the counselor’s office. I’d been hearing whispers about this vision shit some of the college athletes did, training not just their bodies but their heads too. I asked Dr. Jennings and he said we should try it – so my passes would come sharper, cleaner, like your brain had already run the play before you even touched the ball. Sounded kind of out there, but I couldn’t shake the curiosity. If there was even a chance it could give me an edge, I wanted in.

    Coming Soon!  The Counselor’s Office


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  • A Hotel Encounter

    Labor Day weekend couldn’t arrive fast enough. I had come home to visit and take my mind off of work and all the bullshit that went with it. I stepped inside the hotel lobby, and he was the first thing I saw. He was tall and chocolate. The dude was fucking fine. His clean white beater showed his muscled arms, which I liked. He had a white durag on that made him look a little “hood.” I honestly found that sexy as fuck.

    He was leaning back in the chair with his legs spread. He had a pair of white basketball shorts. They had ridden up his thighs some, because I could clearly see those thick, soul-crushing thighs. I loved some thigh meat. I didn’t want to stare, so I quickly turned my head. I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. I had to make sure I remembered his features.

    He was dark chocolate with a pair of fat pink lips. They were moist as fuck. His face was smooth and without facial hair. His brown eyes looked so intriguing. He had thin, natural eyebrows. The dude was for sure a ten. I could feel my dick twitch in my pants. I made it to the front desk and got checked in.

    That evening, I stepped off the elevator. I was ready to head out and meet up with the family. I spotted the guy from earlier. He was standing in the middle of two beautiful women. They were dressed for the night, and he was looking good yet again. I went over to the bar and quickly ordered a drink before heading out. As I was waiting for my order, the guy walked over.

    “How you doing?’ He asked. His voice was deep and smooth. My hole nearly became wet just from his voice alone.

    “I’m good,” I answered as I turned toward him.

    He flashed me a radiant smile. That smile made him all the more sexy. I wanted to reach out and touch him. I quickly scanned over his body. He was everything you’d want in a man, plus some extra. He had to know he was fucking hot.

    “Listen, my friend over there,” he pointed to one of the girls. She waved at me, and I waved back. “She would really like for you to ask her out.”

    I almost choked when he said those words to me. “I’m flattered. I really am, but tell your friend I’m interested in her friend.”

    He quickly snapped his head at me and chuckled. “Oh, sorry, man, but that’s my girl.”

    “I wasn’t talking about her,” I clarified. “I was talking about you.”

    He squinted his eyes and just held my gaze for a moment. “Guess it’s my turn to say I’m flattered, but I’m straight. Like all the way straight.”

    I nodded my head and pressed my lips together. “I figured. Just thought I’d let you know because I’m all the way gay.”

    “I guess I’ll leave you to it,” he said as he backed away.

    Hours later, I was standing outside smoking. It had been a long day and night, and I needed a blunt to just relax. The night had grown quiet, and mostly everyone had turned in for the evening.

    “That bih smell good.” That familiar smooth voice grabbed my attention.

    I turned, and there he was walking toward me in the dark of the night. He had on a red beater and some black basketball shorts. I could see his flaccid cock swing back and forth in his shorts as he moved. It looked thick as fuck, and he looked good as fuck.

    “You mind if I hit?” He asked.

    I raised my eyebrow. He laughed. “Can I hit the blunt?”

    I smiled and handed it over to him. I watched him closely as he placed it between those fat pink lips and puffed on it. Suddenly, I wondered what else those exotic lips could do.

    “That’s some good shit,” he said. “I’m James, by the way.”

    I smirked, “Nice to meet you, James. I’m Jordan.”

    We stood there and smoked that blunt, and I pulled a second one out. After we finished, we found ourselves at the bar. We were laughing and drinking. It felt easy talking with him. It was like we had known each other our whole lives.

    “I shouldn’t have smoked that shit,” he said.

    “Why not? That shit was good.”

    “Because,” he said as he looked around. He lowered his voice, “I always get mad horny after I smoke.”

    “Okay. That’s not a bad thing. Your girl upstairs. Go smash her pussy out.”

    He chuckled, “You funny, bro. I get aggressive, and she already be saying she can’t really take my dick when I’m sober. Plus, it take a long time for me to nut when I’m high.”

    I laughed, “Do all straight guys lie about their dick size and stamina?”

    “Shit! I ain’t lyin’,” He got defensive about his boy parts.

    “If you say so. Prove it. Pull it out right now.”

    He twisted his face in shock. “You just tryin’ to see my dick. Do all gay men wanna fuck around with a straight guy?”

    “Not all,” I answered. “But definitely me.”

    He stared at me for a moment. He leaned back some and began to open and close his legs. That was a clear sign of a horny ass straight boy. I bit my bottom lip, and he eventually shook his head and laughed.

    He smirked, “You wild, nigga.”

    In a low tone, I said, “And nigga you still ain’t proved shit.”

    “You want me to pull my dick out right here?”

    “Unless you’re scared that your lies will be exposed. I already know you not wearing underwear. Let’s see it. Show me if you’re that big black cock stereotype.”

    “And if I am? What do I get?”

    “To cum,” I quickly answered.

    “Cum where?”

    “Inside my black boy pussy…if you want or my mouth…if you want.”

    “I’m aggressive. Bitches can’t take my dick.”

    “Lucky for us, I’m a cross between a nigga and a bitch. So…pull it out, James.”

    He looked around. There was no one sitting there but us. He eased his short leg up, and the head of his cock appeared. That mushroom head was fucking massive. It was fat as fuck. My mouth watered. He continued to ease the leg up, exposing the shaft. I knew he was packing, and I knew I wanted to sit on it.

    “You can stop,” I said.

    “Getting scared?” He asked.

    “No. Ready to fuck! You ready to nut?”

    “Promise not to tell anyone? I ain’t ever did no shit like this before. Weed and liquor got me gone. I’m fucked up.”

    “I promise not to tell. You better fuck me real good.”

    “Don’t worry. Imma bitch you out real good.”

    There was something about the way he said it. I knew I was in for the ride of my fucking life. I wanted it badly. I held my hand out, and he looked around once more. He saw it was safe, and then he took my hand. I led him straight to the elevators.

     I crawled across the middle of the bed to the edge. My naked body was on full display. James stood there, nervous and horny. His dick stood at full attention. It was pointed out from his muscled body. That thing throbbed with perfection. It was ten inches long, thick, cut, and had a fat mushroom head. It was the same pretty dark chocolate color as the rest of his body. The dark head had a small drop of clear fluid at the slit. James’s muscled body was the perfect blend. His thighs were thick, and his arms swollen. His abs were perfectly developed. He was a chocolate specimen with perfectly trimmed pubes.

    I opened my greedy mouth wide and eased with cock in with no hands. He shuddered from the experience. His rod felt like warm steel. I wrapped my hand around the base and began to deep throat him. He let out a deep moan and slapped my naked ass cheeks. His balls hung low and tapped my chin as he fucked my throat.

    His cock moved in and out of my mouth. He squeezed my thick, round ass. Each time he touched me, it made me suck his dick harder. You could hear the slurping sounds from my throat. The taste of his chocolate skin and fluids gave me a feeling of deep satisfaction. His cock punched the back of my throat over and over.

    “Fuck! Nigga suck that dick,” he moaned.

    I obeyed him. He had a fucking beautiful straight boy dick. I sucked him harder and faster. His dick throbbed in my mouth. I could feel it swell more in the back of my throat. He moved his hips faster. His cock pushed deeper down my throat. I placed my hands on his tight, perfect ass and held him still.

    He moaned, “Shit.” He pulled his cock from my mouth. “You almost made me cum. Turn your thick ass around.”

    He smiled deviously at me and the thought of my fat ass. I turned around and pushed my ass into the air. He had an unobstructed view of my tight hole, taint, balls, and hard cock. He ran his thick, strong hands across my ass. My cheeks felt good in his mitts. I felt his warm breath on my hole. Then his long tongue rolled across my pucker.

    “Taste better than pussy,” he whispered to himself in disbelief.

    I wiggled my ass in his face. He dived between my cheeks. His lips kissed my hole, and then he ran his tongue around my ring. He spat directly on my little hole and then pushed his tongue against it. He slowly spread my hole, and an inch or so of his tongue slipped inside of me. He quickly wagged his tongue back and forth, tapping my anal walls.

    “Ooooh shit,” I moaned. “Eat my pussy, James!”

    He dug his tongue deeper inside of me. Then he pulled it out. He quickly began to fuck me with it. As his tongue darted in and out of me, he cuffed my fat cheeks. James massaged my cheeks as his tongue spread my tiny hole. I rocked back and forth on his tongue. He opened me wider and sucked on my rosebud. His mouth made the most sensual, disgusting sounds ever.

    He ate me like I was the most prized pussy in the world. I loved every moment of it. My cock throbbed as his tongue dug inside of me. I took my member into my hand and gave it soft strokes as he worked me over. He spread my cheeks wider and pushed his tongue deeper into me. He removed his tongue and ran it along my taint and the underside of my shaft.

    James stood up and slapped his heavy dick across my cheeks. I could feel them vibrate with each slap. He ran his length across my hole, and then he pushed it against my pucker. I breathed out, and the head popped inside. My entire body flinched as his cock invaded my pussy. He moaned behind me as he fed me inch after inch.

    “Fuck,” I moaned as I gripped the sheets.

    “This what the fuck you wanted. Open that fucking pussy and take this dick, nigga.” He sounded so aggressive as he began to move his thick dick in and out of my tightness.

    “Fuck nigga,” I moaned.

    He began to move a bit faster. I buried my face in the bed. The moans poured from me. He gripped me by the shoulders and fucked me harder and deeper. My hole opened and began to leak. I could feel every vein in his cock rub against my anal walls.

    “Give me that shit. Give me some fuckin’ pussy,” he demanded.

    I could feel his dick in my stomach. It was deep inside of me. He bit my ear, pulling on the lube as he fucked me harder, faster, and deeper. My body began to shake. I tried to run from it. It was making me feel too many things. He wouldn’t let me escape. He slapped my ass and pulled me back on his cock.

    He asked all nasty, “Where the fuck you going? You wanted this shit. Take it!”

    “Oh, my fucking God,” I cried and then took a deep breath.

    The second I took that deep breath, his dick found my second hole and breached it full force. My body tensed, and then he slowed his strokes down. He began to give me long, deep strokes. I couldn’t move. My toes curled, and my hole creamed his fat cock.

    “Oooh shit,” he exclaimed. “You turned my dick white. Pussy look like a Krispy Kreme doughnut.”

    He pulled his cock out of me. My hole made this fart sound. My hands trembled. He flipped me over onto my back. I locked eyes with him. He lifted my legs, exposing my winking hole. He eased his beautiful, big black dick back inside of me. I threw my head back. The sensation was overwhelming. He worked my cunt. I could feel his big balls pounding against my cheeks. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

    “BABY,” I screamed.

    He smiled, and then he leaned down. His fat pink lips came into contact with mine. We shared an enduring kiss. His lips were soft and wet. His dick was fat and wet. My hole was loose and wet. Damn, it was a wet ass mess. I could feel my bodily fluids leaking out of me. I knew the sheets were fucked. He pounded me harder and faster. He held my body tight. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me so close it was hard to breathe. I could feel his body heat. It overtook me as he continued to take me.

    “I can’t take any more,” I informed him.

    “Yes, the fuck you can. You can take it.”

    He pounded me harder. I could feel my body bouncing and the bed rocking. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I was deprived of sound. All I could feel was his dick punching through my guts. He pulled out of me, and the sound returned to me.

    I screamed, “WHAT THE FUCK?”

    He fell backwards on the bed. I ran my fingers across my tender hole. I need to make sure it was still there. He patted the bed, and I glanced over at him. He looked sexy as fuck lying there. His dick was dripping with white cream. Sweat poured from his head and covered his chest. His eyes were low and filled with hunger and lust.

    “Come sit on this dick,” he instructed me as he held the base of it and wagged it back and forth.

    It was like fucking mind control. I quickly scurried over to him and straddled his beautiful body. The man deserved to be worshipped. I eased down on his dick. Once again, his rod spread me like the Red Sea. He cuffed my fat ass cheek in his hands.

    He began to slowly fuck up into me. I pulled nipples as he fucked me. His dick expanded inside my hole. My mouth fell open again. My hole started to cream. I could hear him moaning, and I could hear the sloppy sounds coming from my hole. In all my years, I had never been fucked so royally before. I wanted to wrap his chocolate ass up and take him up for all later sexual escapades. He pulled his dick out of my sloppy hole. I reached back to find his cock.

    “What you doin’?” He asked with a smirk.

    “I need it back inside of me,” I told him.

    “Ask for it.”

    “Can you put it back in me?” I sounded like a wounded animal.

    “Say please.”

    I breathed, “Please. Please put it back in me. Fuck me, James. Please.”

    He nodded his head slightly. He reached behind us and slid his member back inside of me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I leaned down and kissed him as I began to rock back and forth on his dick. He fucked me harder and harder. As my hips rolled round and round, he pounded my insides. My guts turned into mush. He ran his hands over my cheeks, which sent chills up and down my spine. He began to suck on my nipples. James bit and pulled on them with his teeth. My anal walls flexed and throbbed around his member.

    My booty cheeks bounced each time he drove his cock up inside of me. I could feel his balls pounding into my booty cheeks. I wanted him to take me for all that I was worth. He fucked me harder and faster. He drove deeper and deeper inside of me. The room was filled was clapping sounds and moans. I rocked back and forth on his dick.

    “Yea, boy. Fuck my dick. Take that shit,” he encouraged.

    I bounced up and down onto his pole. He slapped my ass each time I came down. That dick began to hit my magical spot. I could feel it brush against it, and that overstimulated me. Every nerve ending felt like they were on fire. My dick began to squirt out clear fluids. The pleasure grew so intense. I jumped off his cock!

    “FUCKIN’ HELL!” I shouted those words as my legs began to shake. I collapsed on the bed next to him.

    His dick was still hard as ever and ready to keep going. He flipped me onto my stomach and eased himself back inside of me. James began to move in and out of my dripping wet hole. He had total control of my body. My hole belonged to him. He had completely rearranged my insides. I could feel his low-hanging balls slap into mine. He stuck his tongue out and ran it around in my ear. 

    “I could fuck you all night,” he said seductively. “You take this dick better than any bitch I ever fucked before.”

    “You gonna fuck me all night?”

    “That’s what you want?”

    “Yes. Fuck me all night, daddy.”

    “Be careful what you ask for,” he warned. “Imma give it to you every time.”

    I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles. He chuckled, and then he pulled out of me. James rolled me onto my back and pulled me by my ankles to the edge of the bed. He pushed his dick back inside of me.

    He pulled all the way out and pushed it all the way back in. He did that for a few minutes until he finally bottomed out in me. He slammed his dick deep inside of me and pounded out my pussy. I could feel his cock throb inside of me. He fucked me faster, and his eyes began to roll. My walls felt diminished. I could only moan and spread my legs open wider. He fucked my pussy like a madman. The hotel bed rocked and squeaked. His cock slammed into my prostate over and over.

    My body convulsed, and cum squirted from my cock. He began to groan like an animal. His strokes intensified, and then he cried out. I felt his hot cum spray my anal walls. He drove himself deep inside of me. I bit down on his shoulder.

    “Shit. That pussy good as fuck, bro,” he said as he pulled out of me.

    He looked at my gaping hole and asked me to push it out. I pushed, and some of his cum dribbled out of my hole. He kissed me and then climbed between my legs. I felt his member pushing at my hole. I looked at him with widened, shocked eyes.

    “I told you to be careful what you asked for. Round two!” With those words, he pushed his cock back inside of me. I let out a gasp. James was true to his word. He fucked me all night. He was straight when I first met him in the hotel lobby. By the time he left my room, I don’t think either of us knew what his sexuality was. All I knew was that Labor Day was a three-day weekend, and I was going to make sure I saw him the remaining two days!

    THE END

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  • Cocky Jock Roommate’s Punishment

    English is not my first language and this is my first submission. The novel might have some unnatural grammar and words.


    The lecture hall was suffocating, air so still it felt dead. The professor droned on like a broken cuckoo clock, repeating last week’s theory in a voice that could more effective than any sleeping pill. Most students had given up pretending to care, either scrolling on their phones or slumped over in nap comas. Only a few poor souls in the front rows still fought to take notes—probably the ones who skipped class last week.

    He felt an unprecedented confusion. Everything that happened last night played on loop in his head like some cheap porno—Blake, that jock roommate he despised—kneeling between his legs, sucking his massive cock, swallowing his cum, then shoving his own dick into Ethan’s ass, and finally even sucking the cum out of him in the shower before kissing him with that filthy mouth. 

    Disgusting. Completely, irredeemably vile.

    And yet, that sensation of being penetrated, being filled, the afterglow of orgasm, spread through his body like a hallucinogenic drug, giving him a satisfaction he’d never experienced before.

    Since yesterday, Ethan couldn’t stop thinking about Blake. Every memory twisted in his brain: Blake helping him carry books, Blake offering him beer, Blake flaunting his body in their dorm with zero inhibition. He used to read all of that as bullying. As flaunting. As control.

    But then… that look on Blake’s face last night. That confused, almost hurt look. That stupid line: “I thought we were friends.”

    Could it be… could it all have been just his own victim mentality? Was Blake really just an outgoing, friendly, easy-going normal guy?

    Ethan glanced sideways. Blake’s hair tips caught the sunlight, glinting gold. Despite it still being spring, he wore a simple gray tank top, his coach’s jacket tied around his waist. The massive armholes in his tank top showed off his serratus and thick lats. One arm was resting on the desk, the other cradled his jaw. He looked vaguely bored, not asleep like the others, he was half-leaning against the chair back. Even in stillness, his body screamed vitality—broad chest pressing against the fabric, muscles defined in shadow. It was unfair.

    Blake seemed to notice Ethan’s gaze. He turned his head, flashing Ethan that signature sunny smile. Ethan’s body stiffened, instinctively wanting to look away, but there wasn’t a trace of mockery in Blake’s smile—just that sunny, earnest smile he always had.

    Blake didn’t speak, just reached out and lightly tapped his finger on Ethan’s desk. Then, he pulled a folded note from his pocket and discreetly slid it to Ethan.

    Ethan felt his heart skip a beat. Cautiously, he picked up the note and unfolded it. There was Blake’s messy handwriting:

    “This class is so boring. The lecturer is just repeating what he already covered. Rather than listening to this, I’d much rather have your big sausage filling up my mouth.”

    Ethan gasped, his face instantly flushing red. He jerked his head up to look at Blake, who still wore that innocent smile, but his eyes now flashed with a lewdness and provocation only Ethan could read. Blake winked at Ethan, then made a slow, obscene blowjob gesture under the desk—thumb and forefinger forming a circle, his other hand’s index finger slowly sliding in and out.

    Ethan’s cock twitched. Then surged. Then tented so hard it hurt. Eight full inches of traitorous blood-rush. Panic hit him like a hammer. They’re in a classroom. Full of people. What the hell was this guy thinking?

    Blake, unfazed, subtly leaned his big frame toward Ethan, angling his broad shoulders just enough to block the view from everyone else.

    Ethan felt himself trembling. He wanted to run, but the desire Blake had ignited burned like wildfire through his body. Blake’s handsome face was right there, those blue eyes full of invitation and mischief. Ethan felt himself pulled by a powerful, forbidden attraction.

    Then Blake reached down.

    Ethan gasped as a warm, firm hand wrapped around his clothed erection. Fingers massaged the head through the fabric with terrifying precision. He bit his lip to keep the moan in. “Nnngh…”

    Blake looked up, cocky grin in place. His fingers slid the zipper down. In one smooth move, Ethan’s cock was free, thick, twitching, leaking.

    And then it was in Blake’s mouth.Warmth. Wetness. 

    Ethan inhaled sharply, “Ssss!” He felt Blake’s warm, wet mouth envelop his head, Blake’s tongue swirling around his crown. Blake knelt on the chair, body leaning forward, head hidden under the desk, cleverly using his large frame and the desk to conceal their actions.

    “Mmm… hmm…” Ethan clenched his jaw, desperately suppressing his moans. Blake’s oral skills were surprisingly good; he seemed naturally gifted at pleasuring a cock. He used his tongue to twist and turn around Ethan’s head, sometimes gently sucking with wet “slurp slurp” sounds, sometimes teasing that sensitive tip with his tongue.

    Ethan felt waves of pleasure shooting through his entire body like electric currents. His fingers found Blake’s hair. Soft. Goddamn golden. Blake made a low noise of approval and deepened the suction, now moving faster.

    Blake started going deeper, swallowing Ethan’s thick, long shaft bit by bit. Ethan looked down at Blake’s head buried under the desk, seeing those broad shoulders and solid back, imagining Blake’s handsome face contorted as he struggled to accommodate his big cock. That image gave Ethan a sense of dominance.

    Blake worked hard to deepthroat, his throat making “gluk gluk” sounds. 

    “Suck! Suck like a good slave!” Ethan commanded in a low voice, his voice trembling from suppressed moans.

    Blake seemed to enjoy Ethan’s commands, his oral efforts becoming even more zealous. Ethan felt the pleasure intensifying. He couldn’t help reaching out to grab the snake chain around Blake’s neck. The cool feel of the chain contrasted sharply with Blake’s hot body.

    Blake seemed to notice Ethan’s movement. He slightly lifted his head, looking up through the desk and Ethan’s legs, meeting Ethan’s gaze. He flashed Ethan a lust-filled smile, then deliberately tugged at his tank top’s armhole, exposing his solid pec, serratus, and that small nipple.

    Ethan gasped, “Fuck!” Blake was deliberately teasing him! He knew Ethan harbored both jealousy and desire for his body, so he was intentionally provocative! This slutty campus athlete was completely shameless!

    Ethan felt his body becoming more sensitive from Blake’s teasing. Unable to resist, he reached out and lightly touched Blake’s exposed chest muscle through the tank top. It felt firm and warm beneath his fingers. Blake let out a deep moan, “Mmm…” .

    Ethan arched his back as the orgasm hit him like a truck. He knew he was getting close. Looking at Blake’s flushed face, he felt a rush of vindication. He wanted this moment of triumph, wanted to see the cocky jock completely overwhelmed.

    Cum shot down Blake’s throat in heavy pulses. Blake swallowed every drop, making soft gulping noises, even as a few stray dribbles ran down his chin. He pulled back, eyes wicked, lips glossy. Blake finished cleaning up, then released Ethan. He looked up, flashing Ethan a satisfied smile. The corner of his mouth still glistened slightly, making him look like he’d just taken a sip of a thick milkshake.

    Looking at Blake’s face, Ethan felt a wave of disgust, but even more so a kind of pathological excitement. This athlete, this campus heartthrob, had actually swallowed his load!

    Ethan stared, chest heaving. In front of him sat the golden boy of the ice hockey team. Mouth full of his cum. Eyes gleaming. Looking proud. This promiscuous campus sports star was completely shameless! But he was also dominant, easily claiming Ethan’s body yesterday. Ethan had never imagined a man could be both a top and yet appear so submissive and lewd.

    Looking at Blake, a strong suspicion grew in Ethan’s mind: Was Blake experienced with men? How else would he know how to tease him, please him, make him climax? How would he know how to play with him, making him feel both disgusted and excited?

    This suspicion took root in Ethan’s mind like a seed. With slightly trembling hands, he tore a blank page from his notebook, hastily scribbled a few words, then folded it and discreetly passed it to Blake.

    Blake noticed the note, raised an eyebrow, then took it and unfolded it under the desk. He quickly scanned the contents, a playful smile curling his lips. He didn’t write a reply, just crumpled the note into a ball and stuffed it into his pants pocket.

    Then Blake leaned slightly forward, bringing his mouth to Ethan’s ear, whispering in a voice only they could hear: “You want to know how many men I’ve been with? I’ll tell you all about it later, boss.” His voice was deep and husky, carrying a sensual undertone that made Ethan’s ear tingle.

    Ethan’s body jolted, his face instantly turning red all the way to his neck. He turned to look at Blake, who had already straightened up in his seat as if nothing had happened, though his eyes still carried that mischievous sparkle that only the two of them understood.

    The moment the bell rang, it felt like a jailbreak.Chairs scraped. Backpacks zipped. Students poured out of the lecture hall in lazy clumps, muttering about how pointless that class had been. Ethan felt stiff all over. Though his excitement had subsided, the damp, sticky sensation and the lingering scent in his pants constantly reminded him of the absurdity that had just occurred under the desk. He glanced at Blake beside him, who was casually packing up his books, wearing his usual sunny smile, as if the person who had just been between Ethan’s legs wasn’t him at all.

    Ethan felt sick. He hastily grabbed his things and practically fled from the classroom. 

    Blake called after him, “Ethan! Wait up!” but Ethan didn’t stop. He just wanted to get back to the dorm quickly, take a shower, and wash away all traces of Blake, both physical and mental.

    However, Blake was much faster. Just as Ethan reached the building entrance, Blake caught up and grabbed his arm. Blake’s hand was large and strong, gripping him firmly so Ethan couldn’t break free. “Hey, slow down, man.” Blake panted, his face showing a brief confusion before recovering that sunny smile, though this time it carried a hint of seriousness. “We need to talk.”

    Ethan’s body stiffened. He didn’t want to talk, but he knew he couldn’t escape now. Caught, he stopped and looked at Blake. They stood at the edge of the lawn in front of the academic building, surrounded by students hurrying past, no one paying attention to them. Ethan looked into Blake’s blue eyes, which no longer held the playfulness and provocation from earlier, only a complex emotion Ethan couldn’t decipher.

    “Talk about what?” he mumbled.

    Blake hesitated, then scratched the back of his neck.

    “You. Me. And… ” he paused, his eyes briefly glancing at Ethan’s midsection before quickly looking away. “And… what happened last night and just now.”

    “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about,” he muttered. “You’re disgusting. That’s all.”

    “No, there is,” Blake insisted, not letting go of Ethan’s arm. Instead, he pulled him along, heading toward their dorm. “Ethan, I’m genuinely confused. Last night you said you’ve hated me ever since we moved in together. I’d try to start conversations, invite you for drinks, not wanting you to feel left out. I thought you were just shy so I figured I should take the initiative, share my life with you—and you tell me you felt like I was bullying you. I don’t get it, that’s awful.”

    They walked side by side along the campus path, Ethan feeling the heat radiating from Blake’s body. Ethan felt himself wavering. Blake seemed to be telling the truth, and he had been making Blake into an imaginary enemy all along… Ethan fell silent, and seeing no response, Blake continued.

    ” I know I can be a bit narcissistic, I enjoy the admiring looks when people check out my body. And  In the locker room, no one gave a shit about clothes. You joke around, you shower together, you show off a little. but I never meant to hurt you that way, especially since I didn’t think you minded—you’re always pretending to study while secretly watching me out!”

    Always secretly watching Blake? Me? Ethan felt irritated by Blake’s words. He wanted to object but found himself stuck—he had indeed been constantly stealing glances at Blake’s body. Damn it!

    “I… I just hate you,” Ethan said quietly, his voice carrying a hint of a choke.

    “Why?” Blake pressed. “What have I done to make you hate me so much?”

    Ethan looked up into Blake’s confused eyes, and all the long-bottled resentment burst forth like a broken dam. “You show off! You’re always walking around shirtless, flaunting your muscles! You bring those friends over, making noise, showing off how popular you are! You bring girls to our room and do those things, showing off how active your sex life is! You even parade around naked in front of me without any shame about your average size! Every supposed kindness from you feels like mockery, like bullying!”

    Blake took a breath. He slowed his steps, allowing Ethan to walk beside him.

    “I’m sorry. For real.” Blake’s voice softened, “I never intended to show off or bully you. I’m just… I’m just used to being this way. ” He paused. “And about the girls—I shouldn’t have done that in our room.  I’m so sorry about that.”

    Ethan nodded slightly, accepting this. His heart was racing, his stomach twisted up. He hating Blake. Hating his stupid muscles and stupid kindness and stupid golden-boy smile. But right now, Blake looked… honest.

    “And about last night and today…” Ethan’s voice trembled as he gestured vaguely.

    Blake smiled, but this time his smile held a complexity Ethan hadn’t seen before—not purely sunny, not purely playful.

    “That’s… something different,” he said, gently squeezing Ethan’s fingers. “That’s something I enjoy.”

    Ethan felt Blake’s warm, strong hand on his, sending electric currents through his body. He looked at Blake, waiting for more explanation.

    “Ethan,” Blake’s voice lowered slightly, “are you… interested in men?”

    Ethan’s body jolted in surprise. He hadn’t expected such a direct question. He’d always avoided this question, even in his own thoughts. He hated Blake, yet his body’s responses couldn’t lie.

    “I… I don’t know,” Ethan stammered.

    “That screenshot is me. I do private cam shows for a lot of men, and even… I’ve been with men before.”Blake admitted calmly, as if discussing the weather.

    Ethan was shocked. His suspicions from the classroom and last night were true! Blake, this seemingly straight-as-an-arrow college athlete, had been with men! And from his tone, probably more than once. Ethan recalled how skilled Blake was, how he knew exactly what to do. Blake was clearly no stranger to same-sex encounters.

    A malicious impulse rose in Ethan as he looked at Blake’s handsome face. “How many men have you been with, you promiscuous jock?”

    Blake’s smile froze momentarily, but he quickly regained that playful expression. He seemed unbothered by the insult, instead appearing slightly surprised and excited by Ethan’s directness.

    Blake didn’t answer directly. He leaned forward, bringing his mouth to Ethan’s ear, whispering in a voice only they could hear: “Didn’t I just say we have plenty of time to talk about this, boss?”

    Ethan turned to look at Blake, who was now walking casually beside him as if nothing had happened, though his eyes still carried that mischievous sparkle only the two of them understood. 

    They walked through the entrance of their dormitory building, Blake continuing his explanation. “You asked if the hockey team does that kind of thing all the time, if those popular athletes are always doing stuff with each other?” Blake laughed, shaking his head. “No, man, it’s not like that. Sure, sometimes the locker room hierarchy… some guys use sexual acts to bully freshmen, establish dominance, but it’s not common, and not everyone does it.” Blake’s voice lowered, becoming more serious. “But that environment, that atmosphere of dominance and submission, does create a kind of homoerotic tension. So many guys are terrified of having our behavior associated with homosexuality.”

    “So… you’re not unfamiliar with all this?” Ethan asked quietly.

    Blake didn’t avoid Ethan’s gaze, giving him only a meaningful smile, neither confirming nor denying.

    “Does this… make us gay?” Ethan asked again, his voice carrying confusion and fear. He looked at Blake, still full of questions. Why was Blake so familiar with all this? Was it really just the locker room culture? Or was he genuinely interested in men?

    Blake squeezed Ethan’s hand, his gaze gentle.

    “I don’t know, Ethan. Maybe. Maybe we just… enjoy being with each other.” He paused, looking into Ethan’s eyes. “Do you like it? Being with me.”

    Ethan fell silent. Did he like it? Disgust, humiliation, anger, but at the same time, that feeling of being filled, that thrill of being controlled by Blake, that pathological excitement… he couldn’t deny that he liked those sensations.

    “I… I don’t know,” Ethan stammered again.

    Blake didn’t force him to answer, just smiled gently. “That’s okay, Ethan. We have time to figure it out.”

  • Straight Guys & Blowjobs at Office

    There’s a certain kind of man that makes everyone in the room shut up without saying a word. That’s Grant Whitaker.

    Senior VP in our firm. Early 40s. Always clean-shaven, always composed, the kind of guy who could wear the same navy suit five days in a row and still look like a god. Tall, broad-chested, tie always cinched tight like it was part of his body. He never raised his voice in meetings, never cracked a joke in group chat, but everyone still listened when he spoke. That’s power. Real, quiet, grown-man power. The kind that makes junior analysts straighten their backs and check their spelling before hitting send.

    He’s not friendly, not cold either. He just… exists above the fray. No banter, no locker-room talk. Nothing even remotely homoerotic. He’s the type that makes you stand straighter when you’re around him. That said, I’d be lying if I told you I hadn’t looked. Not just because he’s hot, which he is. Not just because of the way his tailored pants hug his glutes like they were poured on. But because there’s something about restraint. When a man looks like that and doesn’t give anything away, it makes you want to be the one to break him.

    And yeah, he’s married. Thick silver band on his left hand. I don’t know shit about his home life, and I never cared to. But I’d be lying again if I told you I hadn’t thought about it. What it’d be like to unzip that belt. To see if he’s the same calm, composed man with a cock in his mouth. Or bent over a desk.

    I never planned to find out. Not really.

    That changed the weekend after Bryce.

    It was Monday, around 7 PM. Most of the office had cleared out. I stayed late because I was behind on a few deliverables for our hedge fund book and yeah, maybe because part of me didn’t want to go home just yet. The floor was quiet. Just the hum of monitors and the occasional email ping. I stretched out at my desk, cracked my neck, and figured I’d take a piss before powering through the rest.

    Men’s room on our floor is always freezing. Tiles cold under dress shoes, bright-ass lighting. I walked in, unzipped, and stepped up to the second urinal. A second later, the door creaked open again. I didn’t have to look; I recognized his gait. Grant. Of course. He stepped up to the one right next to mine, despite there being three others open.

    That alone made me pause. He never does that. The man follows the unspoken rules of corporate urinal etiquette like scripture.

    But here he was. Right next to me.

    Neither of us said anything at first. I kept my eyes forward. Heard his fly unzip. Silence.

    Then … and I swear I’m not making this up; I heard it. A moan. Not a porn-style grunt. Just a soft, involuntary noise as he started to piss. One of those low exhales that feels almost too intimate for a man like him. I thought maybe I imagined it, until I turned just slightly and caught him glancing at me.

    Quick. Controlled. But it was there.

    He didn’t look away. Just kept pissing.

    I zipped up, stepped back, and hit the sink. When I turned toward the mirror, he was beside me again. Washing his hands like nothing happened. Water running hot.

    Then he looked at me in the mirror and said, real calm, like he was talking about a trade that went bad. “I saw the footage, Dan.”

    He dried his hands slowly, never breaking eye contact. “Facilities flagged the CCTV footage,” he said. “Apparently some poor guy in Ops was reviewing the weekend HVAC logs and saw movement after hours. Thought someone broke in. Pulled the camera feed, found you… working late with Bryce.”

    My stomach dipped.

    Of course. Friday night. Bryce and I were supposed to head out for drinks, but we ended up alone in the office, half-drunk, half-joking, and then I was on my knees, tying my shoes, and his cock was right there in my face. I dared him to whip it out. He did. And I sucked him off. Right there. On camera, apparently.

    I opened my mouth; maybe to deny it, maybe to joke but he held up a hand. “You swallow cock like you’ve done it before.”

    Just like that. Calm as ever.

    I blinked. “Look….”

    But he kept going. “Impressive, really. Not what I expected from you. But I respect a man who knows how to keep his team happy.”

    I didn’t know what to say. So I didn’t. I just stood there while he folded the paper towel in half and tossed it in the bin.

    He stepped closer. Not too close. Just enough to let me feel it.

    “You’ve got initiative, Dan. That’s valuable here. Especially at your level.” He said it like we were talking about deal flow, not a secret office blowjob I gave a teammate. “Swing by my office before you log out. ”

    And then he left. Just walked out, crisp and clean and unbothered. I stood there another full minute, staring at the mirror, trying to get the color back in my face.

    My hands were shaking. My cock? Semi-hard. So yeah. That’s how it started.

    Not with a look. Not with a joke. Not with a slow burn or flirtation.

    It started at the urinal. With a moan. With a calm, quiet voice saying, I saw the footage, Dan.

    And I didn’t know what the hell to expect next.

    But I was already walking toward his office.

    Grant’s office door was still half-shut when I got there.

    I knocked once. He didn’t even glance up. Just said, “Come in.”

    Grant sat behind his desk like nothing had changed, tie still tight, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms, two monitors glowing blue light across his chest. But everything had changed. The moment in the men’s room had reset the rules.

    He told me to sit. I dropped into the chair across from him, trying to play it cool. My pulse was already thumping in my ears.

    He leaned back slightly. Not relaxed. Just observant. Eyes on mine.
    “So,” he said. “Friday night. You and Bryce.”

    My throat tightened. “Sir..look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t..”

    “I’m not upset,” he said, cutting me off.

    Then: “I’m impressed.”

    That word sat between us, hot.

    “I didn’t expect a guy like you to suck dick like that.”

    I blinked. “Boss, it was a dare. Bryce was…”

    “So he dared you, and you just did it?” His voice didn’t change. Same tone he used in strategy reviews.

    I fumbled. “I… yeah. I mean…”

    He tilted his head. “So what if I dared you to do it again?”

    I froze. My legs tightened. My cock twitched under the desk.

    “Sir—uh…”

    I tried to sound flustered. Tried to act like I hadn’t spent half my late nights in this building imagining something like this. But my eyes dropped anyway. Down to his belt. That sharp center line of his trousers. The way he sat, legs slightly spread, body sure of itself.

    He caught the glance. “You wanna see it?” he asked.

    I didn’t answer.

    “Come here.”

    I stood up slowly. My throat was dry. My body already reacting.

    “On your knees.”

    I lowered myself to the floor, one hand bracing on the edge of his desk. His chair creaked a little as he shifted, undoing his belt in one slow, deliberate motion. I watched every move.

    The sound of the buckle. The soft slide of leather. Then his zipper.

    He pushed his trousers down just enough to reveal black briefs, tight across his thighs. His cock pressed against the fabric. Thick, curved, already half hard. Bigger than Bryce’s. No question.

    Then he pulled his underwear down. And it dropped.

    Heavy. Full. A clean curve, cut and flushed, the head already glossy. A faint vein ran along the shaft. I swallowed hard, the scent of him rising..clean sweat and skin and cologne clinging to his inner thighs.

    He didn’t say anything. Just leaned back and let me stare.

    I wrapped my hand around the base. Thick. Warm. Veiny.

    Then I leaned in.

    The first kiss to the head was light. A test. My lips parted, tongue flicking over the slit. He didn’t move, but I felt the tension ripple through his thigh.

    “Go on,” he murmured.

    I opened my mouth and sank down. Slowly. Felt the stretch. The heat.

    He was thick. The kind of thick that fills your mouth and sits heavy on your tongue. I sucked slow, pulling back just enough to swirl my tongue around the head before sinking down again, deeper this time.

    He let out a quiet grunt. Almost a breath. Barely there, but I caught it.

    I started bobbing. Building a rhythm. Using one hand to stroke what I couldn’t reach, spit starting to pool and slide down my fist. It got louder fast…wet, sticky, hot.

    His fingers brushed the back of my head. Then pressed, gently.

    “Messy little fucker,” he muttered.

    I moaned around his cock, vibrating my throat.

    “Look at you,” he added. “Suits and spreadsheets by day, choking on dick by night.”

    I gagged slightly, pulled off, eyes watering, a thin string of saliva still connecting us.

    He smirked. “That too much?”

    I grinned. Wiped my chin. “Not even close.”

    Then I went back down.

    This time I used both hands…one stroking the base, the other massaging his balls as I sucked. He spread his legs wider, like he was offering it all to me now.

    “Fuck, Dan…”

    His voice cracked slightly.

    “You suck cock better than my last assistant ran numbers.”

    I didn’t answer. My mouth was full.

    I sank deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I breathed through my nose, swallowing around him, spit bubbling at the corners of my lips. His hand tightened, holding me there for a second. Not hard. Just firm. Controlling.

    When I pulled back, gasping, he was fully hard. Thick, flushed, dripping from the head. I pumped him a few times with my hand, spit making everything slick. Then I opened my mouth again, wider, and took him in fast.

    That made him groan. Loud this time.

    “Jesus, Dan. Don’t stop.”

    I didn’t.

    My head bobbed. My jaw ached. Spit was everywhere…on my lips, his thighs, my chin. I kept going. Kept sucking. Faster now. More pressure.

    He tilted his head back, eyes closed. Hand on my head.

    “Keep this up,” he panted, “and I might give you bigger projects to work with.”

    I moaned in response, the vibration making him jolt slightly.

    “Shit…”

    I felt it before he said anything.

    The twitch. The shift in his hips. The grip tightening on my head.

    “I’m gonna..fuck—”

    I didn’t pull away. I braced myself. Took a breath through my nose and sucked harder, deeper, letting his cock fill my throat just as he came.

    He groaned…loud, sharp. His thighs tensed. His hips flexed once, twice, as the heat of him spilled down my throat.

    I swallowed. And kept swallowing. It was a lot. Hot. Salty. Clean.

    He kept his hand on my head the whole time. Not pushing anymore. Just holding. Breathing heavy. Watching. When he was done, I pulled off slowly. Let his cock slide from my lips. My mouth hung open for a second, spit and cum mixing on my tongue. I licked my lips.

    He just stared.

    His chest rose and fell. Tie still perfectly in place. Not a single strand of hair out of place.

    “Damn,” he said softly. “You really do know how to finish what you start.”

    I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, still on my knees.

    He tucked himself back into his briefs. Buckled his belt. Like nothing had happened.

    I stood up.

    He adjusted his shirt cuffs.

    Then, without looking at me, said, “We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

    I opened my mouth to speak.

    He glanced at me. “Dismissed.”

    So I left.

    And I didn’t sleep that night. Not because I was nervous. But because I couldn’t stop thinking about how composed he stayed, right up until the moment he gave in.


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