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  • He’s My Brother-In-Law

    Our nude bodies glistened with sweat as I, my father and my brother in law stood in the family room.  I couldn’t help but wonder if Thad’s ass hole was throbbing the way mine was from the championship fucking that my father had just given the both of us.

    Dad made his way over to the towel draped sofa where he had earlier found me fucking Thad and sat down in the center, his big dick and balls hanging over the edge of the seat.  Thad and I followed and sat on either side of him.

    No one spoke for a minute.  Dad was checking out the stiff meat that Thad and I both had standing up from our crotches and then he wrapped a hand around each prick.

    “I never even suspected that the two of you were both hung like bulls.” he said, gently stroking our dicks.

    “And I never, ever suspected that you’d be into gay stuff.” Thad replied.  “I may be dumb but I know that nobody throws a fuck up a guy’s ass like that if it’s his first time.”

    “Maybe you’re not as dumb as you look then.” dad replied with a smile.

    “You’ve been with guys before?” I asked.

    Dad turned to me and said, “When I was around your age, still living at home, we had this next door neighbor.  Joe was the same age as me.  He and I used to sleep over at each other’s place, we were best friends.  I don’t need to tell you what might happen if two horny young guys share a bed.  For about a year, we sucked and fucked every chance we got.  Then, he went into the Air Force and I never saw him again.”

    “Was that the only time?” I asked.

    “There have been a few times, when I was out of town on business, that I let guys suck me off.  No fucking, though.”

    “Does mom know?”

    “Your mother and I, sex never was much between us.  I can’t even remember the last time.  That’s one of the reasons, when I found you two fucking and having a good time at it, that I wanted to get involved.  It’s been a long time since I came into anything other than my hand.”

    Thad reached over and wrapped his hand around dad’s limp dick and said, “What a waste of prime meat.”

    Dad then looked back at me and asked, “Are you okay with all of this, really?  We can pretend it never happened.”

    “There’s no way that’s going to happen.” I told him.  I reached into his lap and fondled his big loose balls in their hot sack.  “I intend to get a lot better acquainted with these.”

    “Wait until he sucks you off.” Thad said to dad.  “For a beginner, he sucks better than anyone I ever met.”

    Dad gave me a small smile and said, “I just may have to find out if that’s true.”

    “And I’m going to hold you to that.  I’m already jealous of Thad because he got your load instead of me, your blood son.”

    We sat there playing with each other’s cocks and then said, “Regarding your mother, I just had an idea.”

    He rose up from the sofa and walked over to where his clothes lay on the floor.  I noticed again what a hot man he was, this time looking at his full ass globes.  When he bent over to pick up his pants, his hairy cheeks parted enough for me to see his puckered hole.  My mouth was watering.

    He stood up and pulled his phone out of his pocket, then came over and sat back down between us.  This time, I got my hand around his dick before Thad could.  He punched in a number and when it was answered, I was close enough that I could hear mom’s voice.

    “Hey, babe, I was just calling to see how your day is going.” he said.

    “We’re having a blast.  We should have done this a long time ago.” mom replied.

    “How soon do you think you’ll be home?”

    “Why, are you having some kind of party?”

    Dad looked down at my hand around his cock and then he wrapped his fist around Thad’s big dick.

    “No, nothing like that.  I’m over at Thad and Sue’s place.  When I finished my chore I came over to check on the boys and bring them some beer.  We’re sitting around shooting the shit and drinking.  I thought that maybe if you knew what time the two of you would be back, we could pick up a bunch of fast food and meet you back at our place.  That way, the two of you can take it easy after your hard day.”

    “Well, it will be at least a couple more hours.  How about I give you a call an hour or 45 minutes before we think we’ll be there and then we can meet?”

    “Sounds perfect.” dad said.  “Just give us time to get the food and back home.”

    He disconnected and then turned smiling to each of us.

    “Well, you heard her.  We have a couple more hours free.  What should we do to fill the time?” he asked, smiling.

    He was playing with our hard dicks again, stroking them both to make them harder and then he said, “I have an idea.  Let’s not let these fuckers go to waste.”

    He stood up from his seat and pulled each of us up beside him.  Then, he climbed back onto the sofa on his knees with his back to us.  He spread his legs so that his gorgeous ass cheeks parted, showing his hairy crack.

    “What do you think, boys?  Is my old man ass worth fucking?” he asked.  

    “Goddamn. I’m glad I married into this fucking family.” Thad said.

    Dad’s body was a work of art.  He was perched with his folded arms resting along the back crest of the sofa, making his wide shoulders look even broader and his upper arms thicker.  I admired the muscles in his back and how his torso had a perfect v-shape down to his trim waist.  His ass was even more outstanding.  His cheeks were rounded globes, firm but not too muscular.  The deep crease between them had a forest of hair tendrils spilling out.

    “If you ever get tired of being a husband and dad, I bet you’d have a great career as a porn star.” I told him.

    “I take it you like what you see.”

    “Looks good enough to eat and then some.” Thad replied.

    Dad looked pleased that he was so obviously admired and he said, “So who’s going to be the first to sweep the cobwebs out of there?”

    “You’re first, Brent.” Thad said.  “I want to be able to watch this.”

    “Then, come on, son.  Turnabout is fair play.  Let’s see what you can do with that big dick.” dad told me.

    Thad retrieved the lube.  As I was coating my hard cock, he was massaging lube up dad’s hole.

    “Man, this is really tight.” he said.  “I don’t know if Brent’s big dick will fit in here.”

    Dad had his head lying on the sofa back and he said, “It’ll fit.  I’m counting on him to make sure of that.”

    I moved up to stand behind dad.  Thad was sitting to one side of him and he grasped each of his ass cheeks and spread them so that the tiny rosebud hole was visible.  My cock was leaking long streams of precum just looking at it.

    “If I never fuck another ass, I’ll die happy because I’m about to fuck the best of them.” I said.

    “Hey, no need to hurt my feelings.” Thad said, grinning.

    I grasped my cock at the base and guided it to dad’s puckered opening.  The hole flexed when my cock head nestled against it.  I applied some pressure, feeling how hot the opening was.  I could feel dad’s body relaxing as he made himself ready for getting fucked.

    I applied more pressure and the hole slowly began to unfurl.  My cock head was half hidden in his ass.  As I may have said, I’ve got a pretty big head, helmet shaped with a wide flange around it.  It was going to be a challenge to get it into him.

    I pressed a bit harder and the greasy hole spread further.  

    “How are you doing, dad?” I asked.

    “I forgot how much it burns at first, otherwise I’m great.  Slide it in me.”

    He took a deep breath and must have willed his hole to open because suddenly the fat head popped all of the way through his tight ring.

    “You’re in.” Thad said.  He looked up at dad and said, “Now your fun begins.”

    I pressed again with my hips and watched as the length of my shaft slowly slid deep inside my father’s ass.  He spread his legs a little wider and tipped his ass higher to give me the maximum advantage and I leaned forward so that I could rest on his back and play with his nipples while I fucked him.

    “How did you know that my nipples are hot wired to my ass hole?” he asked.

    I began slow, making short thrusts that only brought a couple of inches of dick out of his ass and moving my hips to poke his ass walls and stretch them open.  Dad was making little sounds of pleasure.

    “You’re fucking me really great already.” he said.

    Thad was still holding his cheeks wide but now he let go and stood up beside me.  He watched as I increased my stroke, drawing a little more cock out of the tight opening each time.  I felt his hand on my ass cheek and then his finger sliding into my hole.  That made me start fucking harder.  My balls swinging and slamming against dad’s ball sack was an added turn on, too.

    “Don’t cum.” he said to me.  “When you feel close, pull out and I’ll take over.”

    Looking down and watching my cock sliding in and out of my father’s ass while having my own ass finger fucked, it didn’t take long before my balls started to tickle.  Thad had already lubed his dick with his other hand so he was ready to go.

    I drew my cock back until it popped out of dad’s hole and stepped to the side.  Thad took my place and guide his cock into the vacant hole, sliding it all of the way in in one stroke.  Dad grunted.

    I sat down beside dad and reached under him to feel his cock.  It was standing up hard and stiff again and dad opened his eyes and smiled at me when he felt my hand on it.  I had an overwhelming desire to climb under him and suck his dick while Thad fucked his hole but I was afraid I’d miss my next turn up at bat.  Instead, I contented myself with playing with his big hairy balls.  

    The two of us alternated filling his hole for the next period of time, however long that was.  One of us would plow dad’s ass until we got close, then step aside to let the other cock take over.  Dad didn’t say anything but from the noises he made and the way he arched his ass up to meet our cocks, I knew he was enjoying it.

    It finally happened that Thad was slam fucking dad’s hole and couldn’t hold back any longer.  He thrust his cock all the way in and I watched as his balls bounced in his sack, shooting their slimy load into dad’s guts.  When he’d emptied his balls, he pulled his softening dick out and I rammed my cock back up dad’s ass.  It was burning hot from being fucked for so long and I could feel Thad’s dick juice coating my prick.  It was so wet and silky and slick that after only a few strokes, my own load blasted up dad’s hole.  

    It felt like I might never stop cumming, I’d been holding off for so long and I was so turned on.  I wouldn’t be surprised if I shot 9 or 10 loads down his fuck chute.  I watched the base of my shaft buck in dad’s hole each time another wave of jizz shot out of it.

    When my balls finally dried up for the time being, I slowly backed my cock out of the clutching hole and flopped down beside dad.  Thad was sitting on his other side.  Dad stood up from the sofa, stretched and then he sat back down between us.  His dick was starting to go soft and I reached down to feel his big balls in my hand again and let my fingers slip down to feel his cum soaked hole.

    “You guys are enough to kill an old man.” he said.

    “But I bet you’d die with a smile on your face.” Thad replied.

    “Hey, I’m not complaining.” Dad said.  “As a matter of fact, I have a feeling that the three of us are going to be spending a lot more time with each other in the future.”

    We were all three exhausted and we remained resting on the sofa.  I moved so that I could rest my head in dad’s lap and play with his cock and balls.  He stroked my side with one hand and played with Thad’s cock with his other.

    Dad’s phone finally rang and mom announced that she and Sue were about 45 minutes away.  We reluctantly got up and pulled our dirty work clothes on.  I was really sorry to see both dad and Thad covered-I wanted another round with both cocks and asses.

    “I’ve got so much cum up my ass I feel like I’m sloshing. “ Dad said.

    “Nobody likes a braggart.” Thad replied and dad chased him out to the car.

    We picked up a massive take out order and we were already back at our house when mom and Sue arrived.  The first thing mom said when she came in was, “P.U.  You three smell like a herd of goats.  We’re eating outside.”

    We carried the food out and Thad brought out drinks for us all.  The three of us were starving and we ate like it.  The food didn’t last long.

    As we all sat back, mom said, “Sue and I decided something today.  We’re going to take a vacation to Hawaii.”

    “I don’t know.” dad said.  “That could get pretty expensive for the three of us.”

    “And I don’t know if I could get off work on such short notice.” Thad said.

    Sue looked at mom and then she said, “That’s not what we meant.  Mom and I are going on vacation for two weeks.  No boys allowed.  We had such a good time together today that we want to go alone.”

    “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?” Thad replied.

    “You three had a good time together today, didn’t you?  We’ve got a guest room, you can stay here while we’re gone and you can be three boys running wild together.” mom said to him.

    Dad was suddenly smiling.  I looked at Thad and he looked back at me with that shit eating grin.  I knew I was smiling, too.

    “That just might be an excellent idea.” dad said.

    EPILOGUE

    Sue and mom did indeed take a trip to Hawaii a few weeks later.  Thad moved into the guest room, supposedly, but actually the three of us spent every night in my bed because it was the biggest.  In those two weeks I don’t think there was a single thing that we didn’t do to each other or with each other.

    I was only 19 but Thad and dad were just as horny as I.  It was a rare morning that they didn’t go off to work with only a few hours sleep and their cocks, balls and ass holes aching from over use.

    The afternoon before mom and Sue were scheduled to return, we were laying on my bed recovering.  Dad and I had just finished sliding both of our cocks up Thad’s hole at the same time.  I was sure that it would never work; dad’s cock looked even more massive after all of the exercise it had been getting, but it did.

    Dad lay on his back and Thad sat on his stiff dick, and then leaned back so that could kneel between their legs and stuff my dick into his already stretched hole.  It took a little effort but I finally got it all inside of him.  It was a super tight fit and I loved the way dad’s big dick felt rubbing against mine.  I did the fucking since I was the one on top and dad said it was incredible, that it felt like he was fucking and having his cock fucked at the same time.  Thad was beyond speech.  Dad came before I did, just from the friction of my cock on his.  When I felt his juice filling Thad’s guts, which was all it took for me, too, and the two of us blasted our loads cock to cock.

    Thad still hadn’t recovered when his phone rang, he was lying on his stomach so that the air could cool his fucked out hole and pearls of our mixed cum were sliding down his taint.

    He answered his phone and said, “Hi, babe, what time am I picking you two up?”

    He’d seen that it was Sue calling.  I subsequently heard what was said later that afternoon, so I’ll just repeat it to you the way I heard it.

    “That’s what I’m calling about.” Sue said.  “I’m not coming back.”

    “Sue says she’s not coming back.” Thad repeated to dad.

    “What’s she talking about?  Tell to put her mother on so that I can speak to her.” dad replied.

    No sooner were the words out of his mouth than his phone rang, too.

    When he answered, mom said, “I’m not coming back either.”

    “Are you crazy?  What’s gotten into the two of you?”

    “We’re staying her.  We’ve both found jobs and a small apartment that we can afford to share.  We’re not coming home.”

    “Are you divorcing me?” Thad asked Sue.

    “You can divorce me if you want, I’m giving you grounds.” she replied.

    “And are you divorcing me?” dad asked.

    “I hadn’t intended to, unless you want.  I’m just tired of being a wife.  Brent is grown and can take care of himself and you know things haven’t been right between the two of us in a long time, I’ve hardly been what you could call a wife.  You’re still a very sexual man and I’m through with all of that stuff.  You can find yourself some girlfriends.  I won’t mind.  These past two weeks are the first time since we married that I’ve felt like I’m really myself.  I don’t know how else to explain it.”

    Dad didn’t reply for a full minute, looking at me and Thad.

    “I think I understand.” he told mom.  “I’ve felt different, too, like I’m my real self.  I know what you’re saying.”

    “What am I supposed to do?” Thad asked Sue.  “What about the house?  What about all of your stuff?”

    “Sell it.” Sue replied.  “You can keep the money.  You deserve it.  Get rid of the house and get a bachelor pad or stay living at dad’s.”

    I saw dad and Thad stare into each other’s eyes and then they both began a slow grin.

    “I wouldn’t do that.  We still have our joint account.” Thad told Sue.  “I’ll bank the money and that way if you need it or there’s an emergency, it’ll be there.  It’s pretty brave what you’re doing.”

    “Could you hear what Thad just told Sue?” dad asked mom.  “He told her that we’ll leave things the way they are for the future and let the two of you see how things work out.  If you want to come back or you need anything or if you just need to talk, we’ll be here.”

    “Tell Brent I’ll call him tonight and we can discuss all of this.  I really thought you’d hit the roof.”

    “No, I think it’s a chance for both of us to grow and stop being old fuddy-duddies.” dad replied.  “I’m glad you had the balls to confront it.”

    “Me, too.” Thad told Sue.  “We’ll see how it goes.”

    Both Thad and dad disconnected and sat staring at each other.

    “It looks like we’re all three bachelors.” dad said and burst out laughing.  “Now, who feels like sucking my dick?”

    Thad laughed too and turned to me.

    “I will.” he said.

    “Good, I want to eat his hole out for a while.” I replied.

    “Looks like I’m going to really enjoy being an abandoned husband.” dad said.

  • That’s Why

    Brad Besson caught on that he was the only one speaking. All other conversation in the high-flown witty debate on politics and economics had burbled down to nothing but what he was saying. They were gathered poolside on the terrace behind Frederick Gates’s residence in the housing compound of the Baker Institute on the banks of the Chesapeake Bay, just to the south of the mouth of the Severn River at Annapolis, in Maryland. Brad looked across the oval of open meadow at the rear of the houses on Reagan Circle to the parking apron at his own house, seven similarly designed buildings from Gate’s dominating residence. Tom was getting out of his beat-up Nissan pickup there, bare-chested and in drooping, worn jeans. He entered Brad’s house through the garage, moving around Brad’s Porsche Boxster. Brad wasn’t the only one watching Tom move into the house. Tom was one hunk of a sexy young man.

    Tom obviously was the sticking point here. Tom was the blemish on the peach. Tom clearly didn’t belong here.

    To this point, all of the conversations around the pool and barbeque stations had focused on the business of the Baker Institute, a self-contained think tank on conservative public policy, with direct links to the Naval Institute Press up in Annapolis, which published the institute’s studies. The institute took studying, writing, speaking, and consulting on public policy on to the point of forming its own closed world in which to pursue its beliefs and pronouncements. The institute included a graduate student center, providing certificates of vetting as conservative pundits, and its own closed living environment. Those connected with the institute worked here and lived here in their own closed, protected bubble. As with any community, there was an inner circle, the one at the Baker Institute, strangely enough, not being based on a hierarchy of conservative pundits but on a small group of institute fellows, led by Frederick Gates, who also wrote political fiction.

    Just outside the gates of the Institute grounds, a chapel they all were recorded members of and gave lip service to, was located on one side of the entrance and a museum dedicated to American patriotism was on the other side.

    Tom, laid back, hippy, pot smoking—gorgeous—was an alien presence in their world.

    Before Tom had been seen driving up to Brad’s house, Brad, who was an assistant professor in the institute’s graduate studies program and who also wrote political fiction, had maneuvered himself into a heady discussion circle that included Gates, Evan Peterson, Betty Tau, Tucker Coryn, and Maryam Noor, all members of the inner group. Brad, young and ambitious and a recent arrival at the Baker Institute, was dying to be included in this inner circle. He had worked hard to work his way into being comfortably accepted, even informally, in a discussion group like this.

    Realizing that the discussion had paused and all of the rest were watching Tom saunter into the garage at Brad’s house made Brad realize for the first time what the sticking point had been on his acceptance in this group, despite the lengths he’d gone to to fit in. It was Tom’s presence.

    As if to bring this home, Betty Lau broke the silence by saying, “Your brother has been with you for several months, Brad. Is he settling in?” Brad understood that this was her way of asking when they were going to be rid of the alien presence of Tom.

    Evan Peterson chimed in with, “Doesn’t he work in the Baltimore area? That’s rather a long commute from here, isn’t it?”

    Brad’s eyes went to Frederick Gates. All of the acceptable behavior at the Baker Institute centered on the views of Frederick Gates, and it had been Gates who had brought Brad here and who Brad had completely subordinated himself to. The institute president was looking at Brad, his demeanor neutral. That wasn’t neutral at all, though. He wasn’t reigning in Tau or Peterson. They obviously were expressing his view, as well—or at least ones he let be floated.

    Gates cut an imposing figure. He was a tall, substantial-figured man, who was able to look collectively elegant, formal, and commanding even in a setting like this backyard barbeque. He wasn’t a good-looking man, but his features were strong, robust, and dominating. It would be clear to any stranger, if a stranger were permitted to enter this environment at all, that he was the man in charge.

    “He’s doing more work around Annapolis now,” Brad said. “There’s a building boom in the region and a high demand for experienced construction workers.”

    Betty sniffed, and Brad blushed a bit at not being able to establish more about Tom in this community of high-level brain power than that he was experienced in house construction. But, although he now understood where the lines were being drawn on this and the danger he was in, he wasn’t ready to give in yet. He still had some leverage. He turned his focus on Frederick.

    “Where are Louise and the children, Fred?” he asked Gates. “I haven’t seen them around this afternoon.”

    “Louise has taken the children to Harrisburg for the weekend,” Gates said. Louise’s father was a Pennsylvania congressman. Frederick and Louise made sure he saw his grandchildren regularly and that he would remember he had them generously covered in his will. And Frederick made sure that Louise was happy with married life and was willing to share in family expenses from her trust fund. On the surface, at least, they were the perfect family. Brad knew that there was more to it—and to his question—than was to be seen on the surface. He had played the card on purpose, and Gates understood and accepted the play.

    “I’ll miss them, but it gives us time to go over that feature you are putting together for the Wall Street Journal, Brad. Perhaps you could stay back after the others have gone this afternoon and we can work on that.”

    “Of course, Fred. Whatever you want.” Brad answered. The “whatever you want” was spoken with purpose as well. He cast a level and expectant look at Frederick, who delivered, as wanted.

    “We of course welcome having your brother here, Brad. It can be quite an advantage having someone who could help with building malfunctions close to hand.”

    Evan Peterson, who was about to express another concern about the presence of Tom, got the message and clamped his mouth shut, although he looked a little confused, which served to confirm in Brad’s mind that Frederick had said something entirely different than that about Tom in a conversation with Evan.

    Frederick turned to Betty and deflected her maneuver on her competition for advancement at the Baker Institute against Brad by saying, “I expected the evaluation of Kenneth Peltz’s progress on my desk on Friday, Betty. When can I expect to see that?” He already knew that she had done nothing on that yet. Frederick had an excellent network of informants among the institute support staff.

    “It’s done,” Betty said. “I don’t know why it wasn’t sent over to you. I’ll make sure it’s on your desk when you arrive for work on Monday.”

    That would take care of Betty. She’d be busy all day Sunday putting that evaluation together.

    Frederick turned to Evan Peterson, but he’d already separated from the group and moved to another one. He and Betty had obviously coordinated an attack on Brad’s position with Frederick, neither liking how much in favor the “new man” had become with the institute president since he’d arrived, and the arrival of that redneck interloper brother of Brad had given them an opening. But in the face of Brad’s successful parry, Evan was adept at realizing what had worked and he too had papers late in arriving on Frederick’s desk. He was smart enough to withdraw from the fray for now.

    That left Frederick and Brad, who nodded, knowingly, to each other and each peeled away to join separate discussion groups.

    * * * *

    Brad stood by the staircase as Frederick glad-handed the last of the guests away. It was after 7:00 p.m. and the party had been for lunchtime, so it could be racked up to be a success. By 7:00, though, everyone was more than tired of trying to jockey for position on their Saturday in the isolated and insular community. They had all run out of brilliant and witty political observations and of equally brilliant and witty put downs of what their colleagues had to say in attempts to upstage them.

    “Glad that’s over,” Frederick said, turning and moving to Brad. The strain of presiding over the soap opera showed on him. When he got to Brad, he put an arm around the younger, smaller, sultry, dark-haired twenty-six-year-old, and Brad turned his face up to his mentor’s. They moved into a deep kiss. Frederick ran his hand down Brad’s chest and cupped the young man’s package. Frederick sighed and Brad groaned.

    “I thought they’d never leave,” Brad whispered.

    “I, as well.”

    “Were you serious that Louise and the children are safely tucked away in Harrisburg for the weekend.”

    “Yes, they are. Shall we go upstairs? We have the house to ourselves.”

    Brad waited dutifully in the upper hall, while Frederick went around the second story and closed the doors to the master bedroom and to his children’s room until only the door into the guest room remained open. He had already firmly locked all doors on the first floor with access from the outside. The guest room was on the east side of the house and thus the light was dim. The windows were open and an early evening breeze ruffled the curtains. For the following three-quarters-of-an hour, the initial sounds were of the curtains moving and the low panting of the two men slowly developed into heavy breathing, mutual praise and encouragement, and the cries of orgiastic release.

    They initially stood in the center of the room, kissing and slowly slipping the clothes of each other off their bodies and moving their hands over each other’s curves, crevices, and stiff cocks. Brad’s body was lithe, lightly muscled, almost perfection. Frederick was taller, thicker, having thickened out and moved toward obesity, without having reached that yet. He had been in better shape when he’d been a senior scholar at Johns Hopkins University’s Paul H. Nitze School of Advanced International Studies in Baltimore and Brad Besson had arrived there as a graduate student intern. Brad had been a handsome man at any age; Frederick had grown into looking distinguished but had bypassed any hope of beauty.

    Frederick had had the privilege of coaxing Brad’s legs open and fucking him while the two were at Johns Hopkins for over two years before Frederick brought Brad here to the Baker Institute.

    Neither of them had ever said a thing about how Frederick could reconcile his hardline conservative views with not only adultery but also gay sex. On Brad’s part, all he was interested in was advancement in his field and Frederick was his ticket to that. Of course he didn’t say anything like that to Frederick. He gave nothing to Frederick but complete submission and the impression that he’d do anything to have Frederick’s cock, which was nothing to write home about, inside him.

    Although Frederick did not realize it and was too arrogant to entertain the concept, it had been Brad who had seduced him that first time.

    Brad’s ambition put him on his knees in front of Frederick in the guest room of the Baker Institute president’s home when they were both naked and that put his mouth on Frederick’s cock. And it was ambition more than want or attraction to Frederick that put Brad on his back on the foot of the guest bed, his legs spread and raised and Frederick crouched between them as the sounds in the room became that of heavier breathing, Frederick’s occasionally muttered “Oh, baby, oh baby,” and Brad’s answering of “Yes, yes, yes, like that” at ever increasing decibel levels as Frederick moved an almost adequate cock inside the younger man’s channel. “Oh, shit! Ram it deep!” Brad called out, and believing he’d brought Brad to panting passion, he did his best at that.

    To enhance Frederick’s pleasure so that he could bring a handsome young man to a satisfactory climax, Brad cried out his “Oh, shit, you’re going to make me come,” while vigorously stroking his own cock, and Frederick managed a weak ejaculation a bit later.

    Twenty minutes after that, going for the rare seconds, as meetings were usually furtive and fast, taking advantage of the overnight absence of Frederick’s family and the satiation of contact with each other of the other inmates of the Baker Institute community, Frederick and Brad were stretched out beside each other on the guest bed. Frederick was doing what he best loved doing with Brad, reliving what he had thought had been his masterful seduction of the young man the first time. He was kissing Brad in the hollow of his neck and on his ear and whispering how fine the young man’s body was. Simultaneously, Frederick, assuming Brad wasn’t fully aware he was doing so, had the fingers of one of his hands were caressing the young man’s naked body. The hand went to Brad’s closed thighs and he slowly coaxed them open to where, pressing the heel of his hand under Brad’s balls, his index finger was able to reach, rim, and then penetrate Brad’s ass. Brad was moaning and giving him little gasps of experiencing heavenly violation he could not resist.

    Brad was breathing heavily for him and panting hard. “Yes, yes,” he murmured. In this, the finger finding and massaging the prostate, Frederick found the root of Brad’s passion. Moaning deeply, Brad closed his thighs tight, grasping Frederick’s wrist to hold the man’s hand in place, and rocked against the finger penetrating him and stroking his prostate. His other hand went to his cock and stroked it. He turned his face to ceiling, his jaw going slack, and murmurs of pleasure escaped his lips as every fiber of his being concentrated on the stroking finger. Now two trembling fingers as Frederick realized that he was going to bring the young man off—that Brad was going to come for him. And then Brad did, shooting his load, and, with a sigh, relaxing back onto the bed. “Fuck me now,” he whispered. “Put it in me.”

    Realizing that Brad was as mellow and yielding now as he had been for months, Frederick whispered those memorable words of seduction he’d used the first time, “Your body is so fine. I must have you. I must fuck you again.”

    “Yes, yes, fuck me,” Brad responded and rolled over onto his side, allowing Frederick to pull Brad’s ass into his pelvis and for his cock to slide inside and start to move. Frederick never tired of reliving this first taking and how masterful he’d been—of Brad’s inability to defend himself from Frederick’s masterful expertise—or at least as Frederick had remembered it.

    As Frederick fucked him this second time in the day, Brad counted the ceiling tiles in the room while murmuring, “Yes, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me just like that.” It wasn’t “just like that” though. It had been better with the finger.

    It was with deep pleasure that Frederick managed some semblance of a second coming.

    Frederick saw Brad off at the top of the stairs, Frederick in a robe, ready to go off to the shower and then sit and smoke a celebratory cigar and drink a snifter of brandy while reliving the shudder Brad had produced when he come that one time. Ever mindful of the watching housing compound, Brad inspected himself in the hall mirror, dressed, a portfolio of papers the two supposedly had spent the last hour working on in the crook of his arm as he prepared to leave and walk around the circle to his house. No doubt his colleagues would come to their windows, to the edge of their curtains, to watch him progress toward his house, all knowing he had spent an hour with “the man,” further solidifying their relationship, but none having an inkling of just how close that relationship was or exactly how they had solidified it.

    “Your brother . . .” Frederick said. “I don’t know why . . .”

    “Tom, yes,” Brad said. Then he said, “I wish we could meet more often than this, you and I.” He didn’t, of course, unless it moved his career faster than it was doing. “You do me so well, you know. I think you get better and better.”

    “Yes, well,” Frederick said, clearly pleased and forgetting his original line of thought, which, of course, was Brad’s intent that he do. “Now that it’s summer and the children are older, I think they will be going to Harrisburg with Louise more often.”

    “We’ll need to have more projects we must work on together. The seminar at Harvard next month. You’ll need to take someone with you and whoever you take will need to coordinate a good bit before then.”

    “Yes, that’s a thought,” Frederick said.

    Brad knew that both Betty Tau and Evan Peterson were vying for that trip as well. It suddenly seemed like this afternoon had been a good investment.

    “Yes, that’s something to think about,” Frederick said, as Brad slipped out of the door before the man could again bring up the presence of the construction worker, Tom, in the pristine and high-brow Baker Institute community.

    * * * *

    “Was that another ‘claws out’ pool party you all were having up at the top egg head’s house when I got home?”

    Tom was sprawled on the sofa in front of the TV in just low-rise cut-off jeans, swigging a beer and watching a baseball game in the near dark. The light coming in through the windows was waning, but he hadn’t bothered to turn on any interior lights yet. In contrast to Brad, Tom was thin and angular. He was hard-bodied, his muscles well-defined, his body deeply tanned from working outside in construction. His hair was a dirty blond, long and held back in a ponytail. Streaks of sun-bleached strands ran through it. He was good looking, but he looked like he’d led a hard life, like he spent time on a Harley, buzzing around the country with a gang. He looked like he’d break you in two if you crossed him.

    He had piercings, which would shock the Baker Institute community if they got close enough to him to see them—a diamond stud earring, a bar through one of his nipples, and another one where very few got to see. And he had a few tattoos, including a barbed-wire band around his right bicep, a blue starburst surrounding and highlighting his “inny” navel, and, most prominent of all, angel wings spanning his shoulder blades.

    In all, Tom was a stark contrast with Brad’s sensual, but clean-cut, dark look, and the angel wings in no way represented his overall look. If Brad’s neighbors in the tight-knit “live where you work” Baker Institute community hadn’t known he was a guest at Brad’s house and they saw the man walking down any street in the compound, they would have been reaching for their cell phones to call 911.

    “Yes, it was another ‘I can top’ that review and challenge of the pecking order session, combined with a scrutiny of who is in top mental shape and who isn’t,” Brad answered.

    “And you came out ahead on both counts, didn’t you?” Tom said. It was said as if it was a given. “You’re in even better graces now than before you went?”

    “I like to hope so,” Brad answered. “I think I landed the trip with Gates to Harvard next month.”

    “That’s good,” was the answer. But then Tom yelled at a pitcher on the TV who had walked someone—obviously someone on the team Tom wasn’t cheering for. He didn’t pursue the question of what Brad had to do to gain favor with Gates.

    “Do you need me to fix you some dinner?” Brad asked. “I had enough at the pool party.”

    “Naw, I got something when I got home.”

    “Did you have to go all the way to Baltimore for work?”

    “Further. They’re opening a new section in Colombia.”

    “So, you’re tired?”

    “Naw, I caught a nap before the game. It looked like the pool party broke up a long time before you came home.”

    “Gates had me stay late.”

    Tom cursed at another walk on the TV set. He didn’t ask Brad what had caused him to stay late.

    “I’m going to get a shower. I need to clean off what I have to do to get ahead here.” Brad stood in the doorway to the living room for a minute as if maybe his statement would evoke an exchange between him and Tom that went more than a second or two in depth, but nothing came back. That was one of Brad’s frustrations—standing between two worlds, the institute world, where everything was scrutinized for hidden or deep meanings and then analyzed and discussed and argued to death, and life with Tom, which was all shallow surface. Sometimes he wondered by he bothered with Tom. He turned and went upstairs to the bedroom, stripped down, and went to the shower.

    Brad turned in the shower and saw Tom in the bathroom door, leaning against the frame of the door, watching him lather himself up, and pulling on his cock. That was Tom’s most distinctive feature—his nearly nine-inch, thick cock and the piercing that few others ever saw, the thick Prince Albert ring in the cockhead. All of this was accentuated by the man’s tan line, his midsection that usually was covered at least by the short jean cutoffs white, with his torso and legs deeply tanned. The whiteness of his pelvis focused attention on what he was swinging between his thighs.

    The man was smirking. When he saw that Brad had noticed him, he strutted over to the shower, opened the door, climbed in, and pressed his hands to Brad’s shoulders. Brad sank to his knees and took the monster cock in his mouth, the PA ring clicking against his teeth as he serviced the hardening shaft. When Tom was hard as hard could be, he pulled Brad back up, palmed Brad’s buttocks, and lifted his body, sliding Brad’s back up the slick tile wall of the shower. Brad cried out in pain-passion as Tom lowered his channel on the long, long, thick cock. Brad hooked his knees on Tom’s hips and locked his fists behind Tom’s neck. He groaned and moaned—deeper and more genuinely than he had ever done for Frederick—as Tom held there, his cock deep up inside Brad, waiting for Brad’s channel to adjust to him. When it had, he started a long, hard pumping, while Brad writhed under him, his cries of pain-pleasure echoing around the bathroom.

    Now Brad was reminded why he bothered with Tom. He closed his eyes and arched his head back, with Tom burying his face in Brad’s throat, and concentrated every nerve ending in his body on that thick shaft working his passage. Tom was paying as much attention to rubbing his prostate with his cock head as Frederick had done with his finger.

    When they had both ejaculated, Tom, much stronger than Brad, threw Brad over his shoulder and took him out to the bedroom to the king-sized bed—their bed—and tossed him down on the bedspread on his back. Climbing over Brad in the reverse then, the two men sixty-nined until Tom was hard again. He reversed, held Brad’s legs spread and raised, and gave him all nine inches again, as Brad arched his back, groaned, and begged for both mercy and everything that Tom had to give him. Frederick had been fastidious about using condoms; Tom took him bareback.

    Once again Tom held when he was in to the hilt. He whispered, “Is this better than Gates can give you?”

    “Yes, oh yes,” Brad exclaimed.

    “They want you to get rid of me, don’t they?”

    “Yes, but you are here for as long as you want—as long as I’m here—as long as I can convince them you’re my brother, as long as you give this cock to me. Work me. Fuck me. Fuck me now!”

    “Can Gates get it up again this quick?” Tom growled.

    “Shit no!”

    “Can Gates fuck you this good?”

    “Fuck no!”

    And Tom began to plow him again, gloriously punishing his channel walls with the thick PA ring.

    This. This is why I let him stay here, Brad screamed in his mind, at last answering the lingering question that he had deflected earlier in the day from Frederick Gates. I ignore everything you people say and hint about him because he has a nine-inch cock with a ring in it and knows what to do with it.

    And of course Tom wasn’t Brad’s brother. He was just a big-cocked construction worker Brad had picked up in a bar in Baltimore. Everyone had just assumed and, in their self-anointed cleverness asserted that Tom must be his brother to tolerate the lazy redneck staying with him. Brad never had said he was; he just hadn’t said he wasn’t. Most of those in the Baker Institute didn’t listen to anyone but themselves anyway. He didn’t know how long Tom would stick with him, but as long as he did, Brad could live with the Baker Institute and Frederick Gates shit.


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  • Horny & Gay Cal’s 7-Year Pursuit of Hot Straight Buddy Rob

    This story is very similar to many best friends or buddies who have over time created an unbreakable bond often going back to childhood. They are so close that they cannot only finish each other’s sentences but they are so bonded they have no secrets from each other. They possess a friendship that even exceeds the relationships they have with their siblings. But however there exist one huge heart rending obstacle: one guy is gay and the other guy is as straight as a measuring ruler.

    Have any of you readers experienced such a challenge to your enduring friendship with a buddy? This is the story of Cal and Rob and what happened to them.


    CAL SHARES THE STORY OF HIS CONSTANT LUST FOR ROB AND THE WILD XXX OUTCOME OF THAT BOND AND FRIENDSHIP

    For the past 15-years, Rob and I have been best friends and spent most of our free time together enjoying the same activities. For instance, during our high school days and also college years, we were members of the football team as wide receivers, took the same classes and loved camping and hiking.

    During our four years in college, we roomed together and took all the same classes as we majored in agriculture science. Upon graduation at age 22, we returned to our hometown in Texas. Rob joined his father and three brothers working on the cattle ranch and I joined my six brothers and father on our cattle ranch next door.


    NOW TO THE STORY OF SEX

    Around the age of 15, I knew for sure that I was gay but realized my best friend Rob liked girls. We both remained virgins until our sophomore year in college at age 19. It so happened that Rob and I lost our virginity on the same Saturday night at different parties. I went to a wild party off campus at a house shared by several football players from our team. Drinking beer and smoking weed was in full mode upon my arrival. I soon consumed several beers and before long I was drunk when our big center on the football team took me up stairs. By that time, I had lost all my inhibitions to this hunk of a man. He ripped off all my clothes and lowered his pants and boxers to his ankles. He put me on my back on the bed and with his huge big hands and 250 pounds of pure muscle frame spread my smaller legs far apart and began to shove his massive 9-incher all the way inside my virgin young ass. He slammed my ass with all that weight driving his horse cock deep in my man pussy until he erupted  with a massive load of thick white man juice inside me. Then he sprouted a big grin and said: “Hey Dude, you have an awesome man pussy. One of the best I’ve ever fucked. Maybe bitch, we can do this again.”

    He went back down stairs to drink as I got dressed. I then knew for sure I was a hot bottom and loved a man’s hard cock up my ass. I rushed out of the house and back to my dorm room. I got down to my wet boxers and went to bed. In about 15 minutes as I lay with a very sore cum ass, Rob came into the room with a shitty grin on his face. I knew he had done something interesting. He told me that he had gone to a sorority house and after most of the guys and girls were loaded on beer including himself, he took this hot sorority chick with big boobs upstairs to her room and fuck the hell out of her pussy until he shot his load in the condom he was wearing. We both had had hot sex.

    A few weeks later, Rob met a beautiful and nice co-ed and they became a couple. They dated for the next six years even after college. I, on the other hand, spent most nights masturbating fantasying that Rob was fucking my eager ass. I had seen Rob butt naked numerous times as my roommate plus in the gym showers. Although I had a few hot gay encounters over those six years including being fucked four more times by that football hunk and his huge missile, I only lusted after my best friend Rob and his gorgeous cock. He had to be the world’s best looking dude and also was my best friend and buddy. He was such a wonderful person.

    Rob, a handsome 6-feet tall blond dude with dark blue eyes, a slim 160 pounds smooth almost hairless body, nice portioned laden muscles on his legs and thighs as well as over his back, chest and abs. His body had been formed by being a jock and a farmhand. He was truly gorgeous. He had protruding big biceps, gorgeous white teeth and the most sexy thick 8-inch cut cock surrounded by blond fuzzy pubic hair. I’d seen that gorgeous cock hard as he had agreed a few times for us to jack off at the same time but no touching.

    I’m smaller than Rob at 5-feet and 7-inches tall with light brown hair and green eyes, smooth almost hairless body, weigh 150 pounds and a thick cut 7-inch cock with average sized balls but always a huge cum load each time I orgasm.

    ———————————————————————————–

    WOW THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED BETWEEN ROB AND ME

    It was 10 AM on a Saturday when Rob called me. I heard a very sad broken voice that troubled me. Then Rob said: “OH CAL BUDDY, I need to talk with you so badly.”

    “OH ROB BUDDY, WHAT IS WRONG?”

    “Cal can I come over and pick you up and lets go into Houston, get a hotel room and spend several days together? I’ve never needed you more than now. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you.”

    Getting total excited and I admit very rock hard, I replied: “Sure Buddy, give me an hour to pack and lets go to Houston. I love you too.”

    Rob was at my house in just under an hour, we drove to Houston and got a hotel room on the 15th floor overlooking the city. We quickly unpacked and I went up to Rob and grabbed him into a tight bear hug as I could not prevent getting a huge hard on that I knew he felt.

    As Rob’s tears ran down his face onto my face, he told me what had happened. His girl friend of six years had dumped him for holy shit that big football center who had fucked me five times. It seems that the hunk was bi-sexual and Rob’s girlfriend had fallen for his massive cock and huge muscled body. WOW, the guy who had fucked me was now fucking Rob’s girlfriend. What a surprise.

    Holy shit, oh my god, as I released Rob and looked into his piercing blue eyes, he had developed a huge bulge in his pants. I was wild with lust as I said: “”Holy fuck Rob, are you turned on to me? Are my years of lusting after your body coming true?”

    “OH CAL BABY, I THINK THE ANSWER IS YES. YOU HAVE NEVER LET ME DOWN AND ALWAYS BEEN THERE IN GOOD AND BAD TIMES. SHIT YOUR ASS COULD BE LIKE A WOMAN’S PUSSY AND I KNOW YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN ANY ONE. YES I’ M SO TURNED ON RIGHT NOW. Just before I left home to pick you up I decided to get in Dad’s medicine cabinet and with tears in my eyes I mistook one of his Viagra tablets for a headache tablet. Fuck, I’ve never been so rock hard as that pill has taken hold. I need a blowjob so bad and you’re my best buddy ever. Here is your chance to have me. I think it might really feel good making love to you Cal”

    At that moment I almost shot my load as my steel hard cock made contact with Rob’s big hard cock as I began to hug him once again. We began to wildly hump hard as I drove my hot thick tongue deep in Rob’s throat as we continued to hump and engage in raunchy sloppy French kissing.  Rob used his hard farmhands to grab my ass and pushed our crotches even harder into each other as we felt those cocks throbbing for more action.

    There was no time to turn back and the desire for each other took possession of our bodies. We rushed out of our clothes until we were butt naked. I thought I had died and gone to paradise. Our cock heads were shinny with all that oozing precum on those big mushroom heads. Lust was in the air and the smell of sex was in our noses.

    I dropped to my knees, grabbed the huge warm base of Rob’s pulsating cock and began to run my tongue up and down that blood filled vein covered pulsating cock shaft and licking on those very hot balls holding all his baby making cum. Rob put his big hands on my neck and pushed my face into his sweaty crotch. I heard him moaning, grunting  and his breath become more rapid. YES, he was now my gay lover. I had won.

    After some 20 minutes of devouring and totally enjoying his great smelling sweaty crotch holding that massive cock and balls, I began to suck his big cock deep into my throat. I gave my lover the fastest and wettest blowjob of my young experienced cock sucking of a man’s cock. My own cock was in over drive and the hardest it had ever been while I continued to suck Rob’s steel hard cock.

    When Rob and I came close to orgasms, Rob had me to pull my mouth off his magic tool. My excitement continued as Rob picked me up and lowered me on my back on the bed. He put my feet and legs up high on my upper chest as he lowered his face into my exposed puckering ass. Holy shit, he used his tongue and lips to began rimming my ass making me wild with lust for his cock inside me. He ate my ass just like he had rimmed and eaten his girlfriend’s pussy for six years. I was dizzy with pleasure having my man pussy eaten by the one man I had desired for years.

    As I moaned and begged Rob to fuck me, it was only another five minutes of eating out my ass that I felt Rob lower his crotch and huge missile to the entrance to my pussy. Holy Moses, without any delay he slammed and drove his huge snake all the way inside my waiting ass. I’d never felt such pleasure. He fucked me rough, hard and fast just I had hoped. He used his cock that had fucked his girlfriend so many times to service my man pussy. He took the tip of his big mushroom cock to pound my prostate and ran that tool all around my ass walls and plunged deep in and out of my ass over and over as we both moaned and grunted. 

    When lust and the need to come reached a point of no return, Rob took hold of my throbbing cock with his sexy hand and jerked my cock hard as he fucked my ass. I felt his cock swell inside me and he gave one more rough plunge of that cock deep in me as his balls released a flood of cum up that cock shaft and deep inside my ass causing my cock to explode shooting my cum on my abs, crotch and stomach.

    Rob pulled his still totally rock hard Viagra driven cock out of my pussy and had me lick it dry. He was immediately ready for more man sex either getting yet another blowjob from me or fucking me again. That Viagra and his actually long held back secret desire to satisfy my lust for him come true and his curious mind of what sex would be like with his best friend. He told me that he had been very troubled that he had not tried to satisfy me as his best friend in the whole world with sex and when his girlfriend dumped him that made this day possible and the Viagra helped.

    I could not believe that the only difference between us and our total bonding was now removed. Life from here on out would be one big ecstasy for Rob and me. Could i keep up with his lust for me and sex several times a day? Now I had to get ready for more  sex at that very moment.

  • Daddy Catches Me With My Face Buried In His Dirty Underwear

    I got home early from school.  I’m still a teenager, but I can remember having fantasies about my dad for a long time.  Sometimes I liked to jack off in their bedroom while sniffing a pair of Dad’s underwear or his jock from when he was playing baseball.  Since I had some valuable alone time, I stripped down to my boxers and I went into my parents room and started going through their laundry basket.

    I would hold up each piece of underwear and inhale deeply.  I was looking for one that had the strongest scent from his junk.  My dick was hard and poking through my underwear.  I found a red pair of boxer briefs that were a bit damp.  I held them up to my nose, and smelled his man stench as I slowly stroked my cock.  Yep, these were the ones!  And then a sound made me jump.

    “You, uh, having fun there, son?” Dad said after he had shut the bedroom door.

    “I . . . I was seeing if Mom had mixed up our laundry. I can’t seem to find one of my shirts.”

    “And that’s why you’re holding one of my underwear up to your nose while you jack off?”

    I dropped the offending clothing. “Oh, no. I was. . . “

    I felt his strong hands on my shoulders pushing me down.  “Get on your knees.  If you want to smell my crotch, you might as well get the real thing.”

    “Dad, I. . . “

    He shoved me hard while squeezing my shoulders, and so I dropped to my knees.  I watched as he undid his belt and then his jeans.  He shoved his pants and underwear down so that I was staring at his dark brown bush and his big, hard cock.  He grabbed my head and pulled it to his groin.  “Smell it now, son.”  I put my hands on his muscular thighs and tried to push away as he rubbed my face into his balls.  His dick left a trail of slime on my face as he wiped it across my cheek.  “That what you wanted?”

    “No, Dad! I was just . . . “

    “Put it in your mouth.”  

    I stared up at him in disbelief.  He grabbed me by the hair, and I opened my mouth.  He slid his thick meat in and started moving it back and forth.  I couldn’t believe I was tasting his fucking cock!  I closed my lips and began sucking.  

    “There you go. Suck my cock, boy!”  I gripped the back of his legs and started savoring the feeling of his rod filling my mouth.  I was eager for more, and I pushed it into my throat.  I ignored my gagging and sucked on him.  “I figured you were a faggot.”

    That stung, and I was going to protest, but he was holding the back of my head as he started sliding his cock in my mouth more aggressively.

    “Yeah, eat that fucking cock, Randy.” He grabbed my head more firmly and started fucking my throat.  I struggled to not choke on his fat dick.  After a few moments he pulled back, his dick connected briefly to my lips by a string of my saliva.  “Stand up, boy.”

    I shakily got to my feet.  He guided me to the bed and bent me over the mattress.  I felt him yank my boxers down and smack me on the ass.

    “Dad! Please don’t! I’m sorry!” His hand pushed me in the upper back so I was pinned to the bed.  I was hoping he wasn’t going to spank me.  I heard him looking for something.  I hoped it wasn’t his belt.

    “You’re not fucking sorry. Don’t lie to me.”

    “I really am, Dad! I really . . . “ My speech was cut off by the feeling of something pushing into my butt.

    “You gonna be a fag, you might as well learn to take dick.”

    It stung as his thick tool worked its way into my virgin hole.  I could barely breathe as his cock entered me slowly.  I winced as he stretched my ass open.  My fingers dug into the blankets as he kept moving forward.  When he suddenly sank into me deeply, and I could feel him pressed against me I fought the urge to moan.  “You ever had dick in your ass before?” he asked me.

    “No,” I croaked.

    “Didn’t think so. You’re fucking tight.”  He started moving his dick inside me slowly.  “Feel good to have a nice fat one in your pussy?”  When I didn’t answer, he smacked me on the ass hard.

    “Yes, Dad!” I almost shouted.

    “That’s right it does.”  He started going a little faster now.  When he thrust it forward really deep the first time I moaned.  “Fuck yeah, son!” he said.  He grabbed my shoulders and then started ramming his cock into me hard.

    “Dad! Oh, gawd! Oh!”

    Saying things only seemed to make him go harder.  Part of me wanted to not do that, and the other part of me just wanted him to fuck me like this forever.  I could feel the pressure building in my balls and cock, though.  I knew I was going to blow soon.  I squeezed my ass muscles, and he drove his cock into my super deep.  While it was buried in me, he wiggled it around my moving his hips.  His cock moving inside me like this finished me, and I came.  He chuckled when he could tell I was unloading.  “That’s a true fag,” he said.  Then he went back to pounding my ass.

    After several moments, he straightened back up, gripped my hips almost painfully and started rabbit humping me until he came.  His dick was twitching like crazy, and I could feel his creamy jizz warming my insides.

    When he pulled out of me finally, I eased myself off the bed.  He pointed to the wet spot on the blanket from my cum.  “Clean it up,” he said.  When I started to walk away to get something, he grabbed me by the neck and shoved me to the bed.  “With your mouth.”  The idea was gross to me, but I knelt down and started licking my spooge.  It actually didn’t taste bad, which was a good thing, because he made me suck on the fabric to get it all clean.

    Once it was finished, he let me stand up again.  “Guess what you’re having for dessert tonight?”

    I could only guess.  “Dick?”

    He smiled.  “Yes, but to be more precise, you’re going to drain my balls with your mouth.”  He told me to leave the room, and I grabbed my boxers and went out still naked.  I felt something dribbling down my leg after a bit.  It turned out to be his cum.  I was going to taste it, but since it had just come from my butt I decided against it.

    I took a hot bath to try and relax my aching hole.  If you took out the discomfort from getting fucked, I actually kind of enjoyed it.  It was hot to think of my dad being inside me, pounding my hole like it was pussy.  I didn’t like being called a faggot, though.  At the same time, I was a bit excited for tonight when I’d get to blow him all the way.

    After dinner, Mom decided to run an errand.  Dad called me into his den.  When I went in, he wasn’t wearing anything other than a white T-shirt and a pair of sweaty and dirty athletic socks. “Get to work,” he said bluntly.

    I knelt down between his legs while he was in his office chair, and I began to suck on his big cock.  His large balls rested against the chair’s black fabric.  After blowing him for a while, he got up and moved to the couch.   He sat down with his legs spread wide apart.  I knelt in front of the couch and returned his thick meat to my mouth.

    Soon his hands were on my head forcing it down and pushing his tool deeper into my throat.  I gagged and coughed, but he kept shoving it in.  I had my hands on his big, hairy thighs.  I tried to force myself to relax, but it was hard with the constant choking.  After a while of pushing my head down, he also began to pump his cock upward.  I thought I was going to vomit when he had me gagging so hard a couple of times.

    After choking me for several moments, he released my head and let me go at my own pace and rhythm.  But that didn’t lasted long before he was ramming his cock into my throat.  During one round of heavy throat fucking, he said “I can’t wait to get back inside that tight ass!”  I had mixed feelings about that, especially seeing how rough he was getting with just a blowjob.

    He kept ramming it into my mouth and throat until I heard him say “Here it comes! You better fucking swallow it all!”  And then I was really choking and coughing as loads of thick, hot jizz hit the back of my throat.  He held my head in place, and I struggled to swallow as he came.  “Just be glad I already came today.  I can make buckets!”

    After I had milked him of his load, he released my head.  I gasped for air.  “Make sure my cock is clean. I don’t want to find any cum.”  I checked his dick and balls and found nothing.  I just nodded my head.  “Good job.  Gotta get that throat used to my cock, don’t we?” 

     

    “Maybe you could go a little easier? Your dick is kinda big.”

    He laughed.  “You just need to get used to it.  Just wait until the next time we fuck when I really pound your ass.”  I moved aside as he got up and got dressed.  He left me kneeling on the floor as he got up and tossed a plastic bottle to me. “Keep that ass lubed up. The next time I fuck you, I don’t want to have to stop to search for lube.” And he left the room.

    When Mom returned, we all sat downstairs in the rec room to watch some TV. When she left the room to go get showered, I noticed Dad shove his boxers down and spread his legs. I stared at his dick as it began to swell. “You waiting for a fucking invitation?” he asked, grabbing my neck and shoving my face in his crotch.

    “Sorry!” I said and began sucking.

    “You see my cock, you either start sucking or give me that ass. Don’t make me have to say something.”

    “Yes, sir,” I agreed and quickly returned to his cock.

    “You want me to ease up, you need to perform right. Make me work for it, and you’re going to get more than you bargained for.” I nodded my head.

    As I blew him, I felt his hand slide into my shorts and underwear. He squeezed my ass cheeks and fingered my hole. After a bit, I figured he wanted to fuck me again, so I decided it would be better for me to offer. I moved into a kneeling position on the couch and shoved my clothing down. “You want to fuck me again, Dad?”

    “Good boy,” he replied. “But no. I want to feel you swallow my load again. Hurry up, though. Your mom won’t take forever up there.”

    I immediately went back to work on his fat cock. I kept up a fast pace to help him cum more quickly. This time when he shot the load was even smaller so was much easier to handle. After I had milked his cock, he had me pull his boxers back up for him. 

    As I moved away, he put his hand on my neck again. “You stay thirsty for Daddy’s juice.”

    “I will, Dad!”

    I was surprised when the next two days went by with nothing happening. Part of me was relieved, though because it gave me a chance to recover a bit.  I won’t lie, my ass and throat were a bit sore, but I would do it over and over again.  I was getting addicted to daddy dick.  If you have ever had daddy dick, then you know exactly what I mean.

    The next morning Dad shook me awake. I rubbed my eyes and looked up to find him standing there in the raunchiest jock I ever saw.  It was his jock from when he played baseball in school. I don’t this it has ever been washed.  Dad took a few steps back so I could take in the view of the God that created me.  Even standing 5 feet away, I could still smell the jock.  It was intoxicating.  I wanted it.  I needed it.  I craved it.  The smell made me want to devour the cock that not only made me, but made that jock smell as funky as it did.  He slid the jock down his muscular thighs.  Next he wadded up that nasty, yet wondrous jock and shoved it inside my pillow case.  You can keep this here for later.  It will give you something to smell while you sleep at night.  He took a step back. His hard dick glistened with lube on it. Not wanting to anger him, I quickly threw back my sheets and stripped out of my boxers. I lay on my tummy and pushed my butt into the air and buried my face into my pillow.  I was going to be able to inhale the amazing scent of dad’s crotch sweat filled jock while he plows my ass.

    “You’re learning, Randy,” he said as he climbed onto my bed. As he entered me, I fought to not make any noise. When more of this thick flesh slid inside me, though, I made something that sounded like a strangled moan. “Oh, you can make as much noise as you want now. Your mama got called into work this morning. We have the whole day for me to fuck you.”

    I wasn’t disappointed, in fact I secretly wanted it.  I wanted  every one of my father’s nasty scents, from his feet to his ass to his pits, to find their way to my nose while he inserted every inch of that magnificent cock into me.  I wanted every drop of his cum, the very same cum that created me, to find its way inside my body – through my mouth or ass, I didn’t care.

    “This first one is going to be long and slow. I want you to fall in love with my cock so you’re hungry for it.” He began slowly moving it back and forth even though he wasn’t all the way in yet.  “When you come looking for it on your own, then I’ll be a truly happy man.”

    It still hurt, but having him go slowly really helped me be able to enjoy it more. After several minutes, I was able to release my bite on the pillow. Eventually I could tell he had his dick buried all the way. He was pressed against me, and I moaned as it slid home. This time I didn’t try to hide it.

    “You loving that cock, boy?”

    “Yes, Daddy,” I breathed. My ass still stung, but fuck it felt good, too. He slid forward a bit more as he tried to go even deeper.

    “That’s my boy,” he said. His tone was gentler now. He began kissing my face. My mouth was already open from the pleasure I was experiencing as his dick slowly moved inside me. I felt his mouth cover mine and his tongue enter me. I felt feverish as I kissed him back.

    All the kissing made me want him more, and I pushed my ass up into the air more. “Fuck yeah,” he sighed before kissing me more passionately. He started fucking me a little faster now. “Don’t get too used to this, Randy. I ain’t always going to go this easy.”

    “I know, Dad.”

    True to his word, he fucked me for a long time. Sometimes he just lay there making small movements and other times he was actively humping my ass. “I don’t know what it is about you, but you make me so fucking hot,” he said at one point.

    A bit after that he pulled out of me. He had me turn over, and he lifted up my legs and moved them so that my ass was lifted up high. He fed his cock back into me, and I stared at his thick flesh disappearing in my hole. He leaned down, began tongue kissing me again, and he started pounding my hole.

    “Daddy!” I called out as I felt my climax growing. He increased his speed, and I was moaning loudly as the pressure steadily increased in my groin. I called out again as my jizz sprayed out.

    “Fuck, I want you bad!” he growled as he started pounding me harder.

    “Yes, Daddy! Oh gawd! Fuck me!” I said in earnest and total honesty. Waves of pleasure shot through my body, and I wanted more of it. “Pound my ass! Give me your cock, Daddy! I want it!”

    “FUCK!” he shouted as he picked up speed. I dug into his back with my heels as he rammed into me, and I smiled as he froze and his face contorted as he came.

    When he finished cumming, he collapsed next to me. I turned toward him and kissed him. Our tongues intertwined slowly as we both came down from our orgasm high. “I will go to bed naked every night for you, Dad.”

    His fingers glided over my face gently as he smiled. “Good boy.  You know how to suck, and you know how to fuck.  Tomorrow I will teach you how to eat your daddy’s ass.” We made out for several minutes before falling asleep in each other’s arms.


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  • Sex on the High Seas

    Part I – I Sailed With Columbus

    The year is 1492. My name is Rodrigo de Jerez.  I live in Ayamonte, near the port of Palos in southern Spain. This is being set to paper several years later. I had this account translated from Spanish to English to reach a wider audience. I was 22 years old at the time. I was, and am, a sailor by trade. I heard from my colleagues that a man named Christopher Columbus, an Italian, was looking for crew members to man three ships. His goal was to sail to India by going west. Everyone thought he was nuts, but he had the financial backing and he was an experienced sailor. I was a little dubious, because nobody knew what might happen. But the pay was good, so I decided to enlist. When I met him, I thought he was a handsome man about forty-one years old. 

                I was assigned to a ship named Santa Maria, the largest of the three ships that Columbus was planning to use. It was 117 feet long. It had a crew of forty men. Most of us slept in the hold in hammocks. Hammocks were more practical. If we slept in bunks, the roll and pitch of the sea would throw us out of bed. But hammocks just sway. The space was so tight that all of our hammocks were side by side. So you can imagine how crowded it was below deck. And many interesting things happened at night down there.  A guy could just reach over and play with his neighbor’s dick, and some did, jerking off each other. Some slept on deck.

    We sailed on August 3, 1492. It was to be a long, long voyage. We didn’t get back home until March 5, 1493. Imagine all of those horny sailors going seven months without women.  I had various tasks, mostly janitorial. I helped swab the deck every morning, had polish the ship’s brass bell and so on.

    Our ship’s cabin boy was named Pedro de Terreros. Every ship has a cabin boy. He had to help the cook, serve the officers and do other errands. Pedro was 18 and somewhat effeminate. Many of the crew wanted to get into his boy pussy, and he complied willingly. At night eight or ten guys would fuck the shit of him. Some were loud comers, and I could often watch the action because of the moonlight coming through porthole. Other guys would jerk off to what was happening. I’m not a rear end man, so I didn’t participate in this sport.   

    For some reason, Pedro de Gutierrez, the chief steward, took a liking to me. He often invited me to his tiny cabin, and even offered to suck my dick, which I gladly accepted. That kept me sexually satisfied during our voyage.

    [N. B. This story is pure fiction. But the names of persons mentioned are authentic and accurate. – MM]

    Part 2 – Sex on a WW II Troop Ship 

    My name is Rodney Jones. My nickname is Rod, and yes, I have a big rod. I was born and raised in California. I am 5 feet eleven inches, blond hair, blue eyes, and a fairly decent body. I think I’m good-looking. A few others do too.

     I was drafted at the end of December 1941, just after the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. Since I am gay, I was frightened to death that someone would find out, although I am butch-acting. I was sent to boot camp in California for nine weeks. It was rough. After basic training, we were told that we would be shipping out. But they didn’t reveal our destination. We left the port of Los Angeles in late February of 1942. It quickly became obvious that we were headed westward, into the Pacific

    Our troop ship was a converted luxury passenger liner. It had 10,000 guys, sleeping 39 guys to a cabin, in three bunk stacks. It was crowded. We showered in an area that accommodated at least 40 guys at a time, with an adjoining toilet.

    There were lots of things to do to pass the time. We had a movie theater, a bowling alley, and a library. I was never much into movies, except that I loved watching the old comedies, even those before talkies. After 3 or 4 days I became restless and horny. I decided to explore other parts of the ship. To my great surprise, I came upon a men’s room not connected to a shower room.

    When I entered, it was like a beehive. There were 6 guys waiting to get into the five toilet stalls, all occupied.  Somehow the atmosphere was electric. “This is interesting,” I said to myself. Meanwhile, strange noises wee coming from the toilet booths. It sounded like somebody was getting a blowjob. I could see a pair of feet standing right up against the wall between two stalls. This made me get hard. Then I noticed that the other guys waiting were aroused as well.

    Naturally I had to wait my turn, which took 15 minutes. I didn’t want to leave until I had a chance to see what was inside the stalls. Finally it was my turn, and I went into the third stall from the left. To my amazement, I saw a glory hole on both sides of the stall. “On a troop ship?” I thought. I was flabbergasted. I immediately lowered my fatigues and sat down. It just so happens that I love glory holes. I looked though each hole, and there were two guys playing with already-hard cocks. They were both cute studs. One had a nice big dick, the other one just average. I felt like I had struck gold. I didn’t recognize either guy, so I knew I was safe.

    I wasted no time in putting my mouth to the hole for the bigger of the two dicks. He stood and shoved it through immediately. While I was sucking him, the guy on the opposite side hissed through his stall hole, and pushed his dick through. I gave him a little oral attention, just to get him more excited, and went back to work on the first one. He soon came, so I guess my technique is OK.

    Big dick got up and left. Immediately a guy in his late 30s took his place. “Must be an officer, I thought.” I couldn’t tell, because he was in civvies. He looked through his hole and I showed him my rod. He stuck his tongue thru, and I wasted no time in giving him what he wanted. He was a superior cocksucker, and being so horny, I got my rocks off fast. Then I went back to work on the not-very-patient guy that I had teased a bit, and who watched me getting blown. I’m sure he was desperate. He too came fast. I decided that I had had enough for the day and left. I decided to return the next day or more fun.

    And so it went until we reached our destination, which turned out to be Australia, of all places. I wish that we had been sailing to the moon, so that I could get my daily sex ration for months.

  • David and the Dawg Pack

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    Our young hero was bound and gagged, compliments of his friend who wanted to fuck him silly. But now others were about to discover him!

    David Prusa, forcibly tied down over Kenneth’s bed, remained frozen with fear as he heard Jake and Jimmy advancing to the room. They were the hockey teammates who bullied him earlier that day. He braced for the utter embarrassment of being caught bent over and butt naked in such an erotic and sexual position. Two humiliating events in one day!

    Then he heard Kenneth’s voice down the hall call out, “Hey guys, I was in Carson’s room looking for some deodorant. What’s up?”

    Thankfully this stopped the other young men from coming to the open doorway.  

    “We’re going to the bar to shoot pool. Go with us,” Jake offered.

    Kenneth told them he was too beat and was going to hang back at the boarding house and call it an early night. Jake and Jimmy eventually said their goodbyes as they trampled down the stairs and left the house. David sighed with relief, having been spared humiliation, as Kenneth returned to the bedroom and locked the door.

    “THAT would’a been weird, ha hah,” Kenneth laughed in a carefree manner as he mockingly patted David on his right butt cheek.

    “Mmmhhrrpphhh!” David growled and groveled frustratingly into the smelly socks tied around his mouth. He was pretty pissed that Kenneth forced him into restraints for one, but more so that he was so cavalier about leaving the door open.

    David couldn’t stay mad for long, though, as he watched his best buddy and teammate excitedly strip out of his clothes once more. Kenneth was skinny and boyish but still a handsome and well-toned athlete. And, most impressively, he had a large, meaty cock. David was feverish for him.

    The intense attraction was clearly mutual…

    Kenneth, standing over David, was still hard as a rock and stroking himself as he admired his captive’s beautiful, nude trim body.

    “Man, I won’t lie, you look fucking hot like that!” Kenneth admitted, feeling his teenage testosterone kick in.

    Leaning down, Kenneth grabbed David’s thick, silky brown hair, and pulled his head back slightly. He playfully nibbled on David’s earlobe and stuck his tongue out into the opening of the ear. It tickled David.

    “I can smell those things. They’re nasty!” Kenneth chuckled, referring to Coach Zarco’s funky socks gagging David. “You sure you want those?”

    David nodded, who maintained a hard on just from the scent of the socks reaching his nose and the taste of them on against his tongue. He had recently discovered he had a foot fetish.

    “Anyway, seriously, how are the ropes? You ok?” Kenneth asked in a sympathetic tone, sitting by his friend’s side, as he rubbed David’s back and inspected his bound wrists.

    “Mmmhhhmm, mmmm,” David muffled, nodding his head again. Though he didn’t want to be in the submissive role, he trusted his friend and was ready for action.

    “Good!” Kenneth beamed as he sprouted up.

    Kenneth opened up a small, shiny square package and pulled out a fresh condom. He placed it on the tip of his cock and rolled it down. Though it was his first time, he applied it like a pro. Then he took some lubricant, also taken from Carson’s room, and squirted it on his dick.

    “Man, I’m so fucking horny, I can’t believe it,” Kenneth confessed. “You?”

    Kenneth reached down between David’s thighs, spread over the side of his bed, and grabbed underneath. He pulled out David’s dick which had been buried into the mattress. It revealed a healthy sized woody that sprang downwards against the side of the bed. He rubbed it a little, causing David to moan and grow harder.

    Kenneth caressed David’s bottom with his left hand, beginning to spread his smooth, firm cheeks. He ran his right hand, still covered with lube, along the crack of David’s asshole. He felt the tiny light brown hairs hidden in David’s butt crack brush over his fingers as he probed the virgin ass. David tensed up and moaned slightly, feeling both tickled and aroused by the touch of Kenneth’s cool, lubed fingers. He arched his butt into the air, exposing his crotch below, which flung  his boner back forwards, free of the bedside.

    Kenneth pulled at some of the small, fine hairs in David’s crack and jokingly said, “Looks like we didn’t get everything the other night.” Kenneth was referring to the infamous night of David’s pubic hair being shaved by the Dawg Pack.

    Kenneth reached under David’s spread legs and groped his nuts. He playfully tugged at his balls and delicately fondled them. As he observed how smooth and clean David’s scrotum was, free of any pubes, he remarked, “I was secretly so turned on by that night! I’m glad Aiden didn’t get you first!”

    Of course, the infamous night of the shave was the same night David was mysteriously molested in the sports medicine room. After their recon mission earlier, they now assumed their fellow teammate Aiden was the culprit.

    Kenneth spread more of the lubricant around David’s butthole and slightly inserted the very tip of his middle finger into David’s anus. David wiggled and gasped. Kenneth continued to push the middle finger deeper, overcoming the resistant sphincter muscle.

    The nerves surrounding David’s tight boy hole electrified his body when he felt the first moments of Kenneth’s nimble fingers prodding him. At first it felt great. Then in an instant he had awkward discomfort. As badly as David wanted this, he disliked the foreign sensation of a finger up his butthole. It felt like he had to go to the bathroom. He shuddered.

    David tried instinctively to close his legs which only pulled the ropes secured around his thighs tighter. His knees, now slightly off the ground and mashed against the side of the bed, were modestly relieved by his feet whose tiptoes pressed against the floor. David was screwed.

    Kenneth went deeper with his middle finger, probing David’s butthole until the digit was all the way inside. He then inserted a second finger. David bucked around and squirmed uselessly, staying annoyingly tied up.   

    The eighteen year-old virgin managed to say through his gag, in muffled tone, “Mmhhthis is too much!” David couldn’t comprehend how he could withstand Kenneth’s dick if his fingers were irritating enough.

    “Shhh. You’ll be fine. I’ll take it slow,” Kenneth reassured him as he positioned himself behind David.

    Kenneth was a slender, small framed teenager like David, but took a confident, in charge manner as he mounted his teammate and best friend.

    Kenneth began to stick his hard cock into David’s asshole. David felt the sphincter muscle close up so Kenneth grabbed David’s ass cheeks and spread them apart as he pushed slowly, but steadily, deeper into him.

    “Mmpphhh!” David moaned.

    David bucked his back downward and gasped, trying instinctively to brace himself with his hands but his wrists were bound behind his back.

    “Mmmphh, mmnno, no!” David rebelled into his gag.

    Kenneth, sympathetic, pulled down the socks that cleave gagged him so David could talk. “You okay, bud?” as he stroked David’s thick hair.

    “At least untie my hands. I can’t get comfortable,” David asked after licking away the smelly residue of sock stink from his lips.

    Truthfully, Kenneth didn’t want David to suffer. He smiled and nodded as he untied the cotton rope that bound David’s wrists. The boys then embraced in a brief but lustful kiss for a few moments.

    He returned to his position behind David, who now laid on the bed with his hands pressed down at his sides to steady his body. The tied socks were hung loosely around his neck.

    Kenneth, still sporting an erection slowly started to re-insert himself into David’s ass. David, using his hands for support, lifted his body slightly, bucked his back some more, and arched up his butt. David’s rock hard dick was more readily accessible too. Kenneth reached down with his right hand and started to stroke David’s throbbing penis. This seemed to help, just a little, with the awkwardness.

    Kenneth started to slowly move back and forth, thrusting and retracting his pelvis towards David’s backside and pounding him with his stiff dick that penetrated his butthole.

    The young man’s virgin ass was being fucked for the first time. David had wondered about anal sex before though he didn’t expect to be the bottom. He’d not had thoughts of being raped or degraded either but suddenly found himself enjoying, well somewhat at least, the predicament.

    David bowed his head and moaned, gritting his teeth trying to endure the pain. His thick mop of hair fell in front of his face. He bucked his lean torso more and raised his firm, smooth buttocks more. Being restrained in a half spread eagle position, however, he couldn’t contort any further. He felt the ropes around his thighs pinching at his skin as reached his maximum leeway. Each foot was barely touching the floor by his toes.

    Kenneth continued fucking his teammate, making moaning sounds of pleasure. David, meanwhile, whimpered and winced underneath, with sweat from his forehead dripping down his hair and onto Kenneth’s mattress.

    When Kenneth hit David’s prostate, it entered a whole new realm of ecstasy and torment. It was an extreme sensation. The unpleasant part only lasted a few more minutes, thankfully. David momentarily relaxed his body, without really meaning to, and it alleviated his tension. He realized, suddenly, most of the sheer pain was gone and it was mostly pleasurable if his body stopped resisting. Learning the trick, he relaxed his demeanor and started to LOVE being fucked.

    David dropped his head down to the mattress and looked back. He had an upside down view of Kenneth’s scrotum as he pelted him. He noticed how Kenneth’s large and loose hanging nut sack flopped around like a punching bag.

    The young lads were glistening in sweat as they made panting sounds of ecstasy. Kenneth was dominating with his cock. David was now fully submitting below.

    “Oh, yea, fuck me!” David moaned with approval as he raised his head, turned it, and looked at Kenneth. He saw Kenneth, flushed with sweat on his face, smiling back at him as he pounded away.

    Kenneth leaned his body forward, his face meeting David’s. The two boys kissed each other’s wet lips.

    Kenneth’s cock briefly came out of David’s butthole so he went right back to shoving it inside. Ouch! David yelped from the initial pain and returned to enjoyment.

    Kenneth turned to his wall where his mirror hung. He noticed his reflection and admired the sight of him topping David. It was something else! It looked like a porn movie; two hockey jock twinks engaged in kinky, hot sex.

    Kenneth humorously flexed his biceps as he kept his glance on the mirror. The lanky hockey player, feeling like a stud, enjoyed what he saw as he continued to fuck his tied up teammate over his bed.

    “Yea, that’s right, bitch,” Kenneth said in a lowered voice. “I own you! I’m your master!”

    There was a hint of awareness in Kenneth’s delivery, as he laughed, jokingly playing out a macho character. David chuckled a little between his grunts of discomfort and liked the carefree, cocky roleplay Kenneth assumed.

    Indeed, David was getting more aroused. As Kenneth returned his focus to penetrating his hole with his steely, fleshy rod, David’s own boner became harder. David reached down with his left hand and began jerking himself off.

    Kenneth’s hips continued to go back and forth as his thighs slapped against David’s bare ass cheeks, making a clapping sound each time.

    “That’s it, take it like a good little rookie!” Kenneth mocked as he spanked David firmly on the ass while fucking him silly. “You’re my slave!”

    “Oh man, yea, yea!” David respired as he continually plowed.

    Kenneth’s small bedroom was filled now with their heady body odor. It smelled similar to their locker room scent of armpits and dirty feet but even heavier and more enveloping.

    “Uhhh… I’m close!” Kenneth gasped.

    “So am I!” David replied.

    The boys were on the verge of release. Both of their smooth, slim bodies were coated in sweat and blush red.

    “Ohhhh… ohh!” Kenneth moaned. “Yea, oh yea!” David gasped, still masturbating as he was getting fucked.

    “Ohhh! Ohhh!!” Kenneth wailed as he tilted his head back.

    Kenneth was starting to shoot. He pulled out his dick so quick that his condom came off. He continued shoot. Semen squirted high into the air and landed on David’s sweaty back.  

    “Yea, yea.. yea!” David howled, moments later.

    David reached his climax and shot his load downward. His warm cum sprayed all over the side of Kenneth’s bed and his floor. He reflexively shook his legs and tried to close them, which he couldn’t move of course because of the bondage.

    “Man!” Kenneth sighed with satisfaction after their monumental orgasm.

    Kenneth saw their pile of clothes on the floor. He grabbed his pair of cotton underwear from the pile and used it to wipe the load of sicky semen David shot on his bedside and floor.

    Kenneth fell on top of David’s back, his own cum on still on David’s backside. Their sweaty slim bodies were pressed together.

    “I should gag you with this, ha hah, for messing up my room,” Kenneth laughed clutching his dirty underwear soaked with semen.

    “That’s a reward, not punishment,” David chuckled.

    The two boys heads met one another. Their sweaty hair fell in each other’s faces as they engaged in a passionate kiss; play footsie with their tongues.

    The rope that tied his thighs apart was released and finally David was free. He and Kenneth rolled around on the bed together, arms wrapped around each other.

    After a while, the young lovers laid side by side, arms folded back behind their heads.  

    “Pug, I’ve never felt anything like this before,” David gushed, playfully pulling at the bushel of hair at Kenneth’s left armpit.

    “Me neither,” Kenneth returned with a big smile.

    “Does this mean we’re boyfriends?” Kenneth asked.

    David shrugged, then smiled, and then said, “Uh, yea. You okay with that?”

    Kenneth eagerly grinned back.

    David reached down to Kenneth’s nipples and pinched them lightly, sensually, as he kissed him some more. It turned Kenneth on who returned the favor, putting his fingers over David’s nips and squeezing them back.

    “Boy, I’m glad we caught Aiden and Denny like that,” David said referring to catching their teammates fucking earlier that night.

    “We need to figure out what we’re going to do with Aiden. Payback,” Kenneth said.

    “I have a feeling he and Denny knew it was us spying on them, so they may be coming for us,” David warned.

    “Well, then the game is on, ha hah. We’ll get ‘em first somehow,” Kenneth confidently replied.

    The pair of best friends pressed more tightly against one another, their sweaty bodies almost fused as one, with their stiff dicks colliding.

    They fell asleep in each other’s arms in Kenneth’s small bed, blissfully unaware of the Pandora’s box they opened when they went set out for revenge on Aiden.

    TO BE CONTINUED…


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  • Daddy, What’s A Glory Hole?

    I got home from the Venus Adult Bookstore two loads lighter after back to back blow jobs from a handsome daddy with an amazing mouth. It was close to dinner time and I could smell the roast pork in the oven and the shrimp and garlic my Mamasita, Luz, had going on the stove. Her husband, my stepfather, Harry, loved it when she got all spicy Latina in the kitchen– and in the bedroom.  I jumped in the shower, changed my clothes and made it to the dinner table just as Harry sat down. He was wearing a white wife beater and his giant pecs and arms spilled out of it while his gladiator legs and big, firm ass strained against his baby blue boxers. I was wearing the skinny kid’s version of his outfit. When his big, bare feet touched mine under the table, just for a moment, it sent a lightning bolt through me.

    “Heeeere’s Sparky!” Harry said with a big grin.

    Luz bustled in and set a platter of steaming shrimp and garlic on the dining room table. She kissed the top of my head and said, “I hope you’re hungry, mi guapito.” She smelled of saffron, linen and a hint of that perfume she loved by her idol, Jennifer Lopez,

    When she sat down at the table she beamed at both of us. “My two favorite men. I’m a lucky girl.” The whole scene was like a Puerto Rican Hallmark card. Why not? After some rough, lonely years, working hard as a dancer and raising my bratty ass on her own, she was married to a man she loved, a hot man who adored her and—I liked him too! And for a change, I wasn’t such a pain in the ass.

    All swept up in the Hallmark glow, I blurted, “Let’s say grace!”

    Mom and Harry were shocked. I hadn’t been to church since my communion. I saw my mother had tears in her eyes and so did Harry. Oh shit.

    “What do we say, my wonderful boy?” mom asked.

    “Um…I got this,” I said and grabbed both of their hands.  “Let’s bow our heads.”

    We did.

    “Oh Lord, thank you for this beautiful meal on this beautiful day. Thank you for my beautiful Mamasita. And thank you for my new dad, Harry. I hope we can always be as happy and, um, connected as we are right now.”

    Mom burst into sobs and Harry was all choked up too, his bright blue eyes filled with tears. He squeezed my hand in his big, calloused mitt and I squeezed back.

    “Thank you, Sparky. That means a lot to me. I never had a real family before.”

    “Sure,” I said. I thought I was only kidding but now I was all caught up in the glow of this new family postcard. And— I had a boner.

    The meal was delicious and they both gazed lovingly at me through their tear-streaked eyes. I wasn’t used to being the good boy. I don’t know if I liked it. Hey, I wanted to say, I was at the Venus Adult Book Store today! You know, just to fuck things up but, for a change, I kept my trap shut.

    When dinner was over, Harry came over to me and wrapped me up in a big bear hug. He took me by surprise so I had my hands at my sides and I couldn’t feel him up. The contours of his generous man-frame felt good against my lean body. I wanted to gnaw on his furry, pink nipples which were in my face and I felt the heft of the fat cock in his shorts. Could he feel my boner? Harry kissed the top of my head and squeezed me even harder.

    “I love you, Sparky,” he growled. “You made me and your mom very happy tonight.” Then he kissed the top of my head. My body melted into liquid and my ears popped. I love you too, Daddy, was on the tip of my tongue and I’m pretty sure I didn’t say it.  When he let me go Harry went to the kitchen to help Luz with the dishes and I slid to the floor in a puddle. I went to my room and lay down for a half hour just to calm myself down and sort out all these feelings. Then I got dressed and headed out. It was Drag Night at Jazz Date, the local gay bar and I wanted to hang with my favorite drag queen, Tequila Mockingbird. I passed the living room where Harry and Luz were snuggled on the couch, watching TV and eating ice cream, giggling like kids. I didn’t know people were even supposed to make each other happy that way.

    I went in through the bar door. The bar didn’t open until 8 and everything was still quiet. Tequila (his boy name is Javier) was halfway through his 90 minute makeup routine. He was a handsome man with big, melty brown eyes, dark hair and a dimple in his perfect chin. I thought he could get away with a little powder, some eyeliner and red lipstick but no, turning Javier into Tequila was his quality time with himself. And, it was all about the illusion.

    He saw me in the mirror and said, “Lordy, baby. What’s up with you? You look like a choir boy!”

    I guess it isn’t so easy to shake off grace, once you say it and get it.

    “Nothing. I’m cool. You hosting tonight?”

    “Yes. Is your sexy daddy driving you crazy?”

    “No.” Then I gulped.  “Well, maybe a little.”

    “I’ve seen him around town and that man is fine! You can send him my way. And, it won’t be incest or against the law and shit. Everybody wins. See how I watch out for you?”

    “Si, Papi.”

    “Now beat it, cutie. I have to go into my zone so I can get into character. But stay for the show. I’m trying out some new stuff and I want your opinion.”

    I went into the bar. Elvis, the bartender, was cutting up fruit.  He looked up and grunted at me. He was always grumpy until he downed a few shots of whiskey just before the joint filled up. Then he took off his shirt and turned into Mister Personality with a big, sparkling smile. A former Mr. Tegucigalpa, he was a short, solid Honduran with massive smooth pecs that a little gold cross bounced between.

    The bar was bathed in sunset gold that poured in through the tinted windows and bounced off the red lanterns hanging from the ceiling. For one hour every early summer evening, Jazz Date looked like a giant Tequila Sunrise.

    I went straight to the video game, Galaga, which must have come with the joint when George Washington turned it into a gay bar in 1787. I tried to beat the previous high score, which was mine, last week. All the highest scores were mine. I ran out of quarters so I went to the bar and asked Elvis for change. His back was turned to me as he cut the limes and lemons. I cleared my throat. It was only him and me in the joint and there was no music yet so I’m pretty sure he heard me.

    “Excuse me,” I said. “Can I get some change?”

    His shoulders stiffened and he didn’t turn around or answer me.

    “Hello! I said, can I get some quarters?”

    He didn’t turn around but said, “Fuck no!”

    “What’s your problem?” I said, being all bad-ass.

    He spun around and grabbed my neck with one big hand and threw the knife on the floor behind the bar.

    “You’re my problem! I got work to do. You ain’t supposed to be in here no way anyway!” His voice was deep and gravelly and I was shocked to see fury in his eyes. Still, I had to stop and think about “no way anyway.”

    I grabbed at his thick stone wrist and it was hard to get the words out with his paw clamped on my throat but I managed to squeak out, “Fuck you!”

    Then he slapped me. I spit in his face.

    In a flash, he leapt over the bar, knocked me to the ground and was on top of me. I was flat on my back and he had both hands on my throat.

    “You little fucking pussy! Who do you think you are?” he hissed, his big black eyes swirling dangerously in their sockets.

    I was scared shitless. I couldn’t breathe but I managed to squeak out, “Fuck you.” I had no spit left or he would have got a face full. The afternoon sun poured in on us.  I felt like I was on a beach, a beach with no sand but instead a dingy purple carpet that smelled like spilled beer.  I couldn’t breathe. I was dizzy. The sun blinded my eyes but it felt good, being in the sun on this purple carpet beach. This is how I die, I thought. On this beach with this man on top of me. Bye, Mom. Bye Harry.  I passed out.

    From far, far away, I felt my face being slapped. My body was ice cold. A hot mouth was on top of mine. Big, full soft lips covered by lips and hot breath was being pumped into my mouth. My head was being cradled. My body started to warm up. The frantic mouth to mouth slowed down. My breathing was regular. Elvis breath felt good inside me, miraculous, life-giving. He was kissing me, deep, deep kisses with his tongue rooting hungrily around my mouth. My hands were getting warm and I wrapped my arms around his solid back while my body squirmed under him. His hot Honduran man-blanket felt good on top of me. I felt the poke of his thick cock inside his jean shorts. I had a boner.

    Elvis came up for air and I could breathe on my own again. He kissed my neck then put his mouth over my left ear and whispered, “Mi bebito. Mi bebito” I should have hated him for trying to kill me but I liked him calling me his baby boy. He pulled up my shirt and licked my Hershey kiss boy nipples. Nobody ever did that before. I liked it and my legs parted and his solid body instantly wedged between them.  He rocked me in that position for a while, spreading my legs wider.

    Elvis lifted my hips and slid my shorts down. My boy cock sprung out, pulsing, ready for whatever came next. Elvis pulled my shorts down to my knees, then raised my legs so they were over my head. I was pinned back with my long cock almost poking me in the face. I felt his rough thumb play with my virgin boy hole, gently probing and pushing. He spit on my hole and I gasped, his hot spit felt good there, just right. I felt him breathing around my hole. What was next? Was he going to try to fuck me? I don’t get fucked. I stick my dick into most available holes but I never had one inside me and I never will. It would hurt too much.

    Elvis clamped his full pillow lips on my hole and breathed into it. It was mouth to ass resuscitation and it felt good. He licked around the edges of my hole, getting closer and closer to the twitching center. His thumbs pried my hole wider and he spit on it again and again—I liked it! Nobody ever did that to me before and it was a whole new kind of sensation that spread from my tight opening into my hips, warming them up for the next thing, whatever that would be.

    He lowered my legs and kept them spread. I felt the head of his big cock, poised, hot and throbbing, at my boy hole, its pre-cum silkily lubricating my rosebud. Elvis pushed forward and pulled my hips closer with his big mitts. My ears were pounding and the rhythm was perfectly timed with his pulsing cock. No no no! I wanted to say, thought I said but I wound up just moaning, oh, oh, oh. He pushed in gently and I felt and almost heard the pop as his swollen cock head penetrated my clenched crack. Ow! It hurt and my ears started to ring. For a moment I thought I was going to pass out again. Elvis clamped his mouth over mine and whispered, mi bebito, mi bebito and stuck his tongue down my throat. His fat dong slowly inched deeper into me and my tight virgin tunnel expanded to accommodate him. NO! This is not for me! I said, I think I said. Oh!  I might have said. I was starting to feel something, it was, well, different. Having a fat cock inside you, once it crossed a certain threshold, was, well, it wasn’t so bad, as long as Elvis took it slow and edged his way into my center. His cock pulsating inside me synched with the beating of my heart, the beating of his heart as his brawny chest was pressed against my scrawny one.

    I had a boner at first then my cock softened in his first thrust, I was too preoccupied with the ass invasion. Now, as Elvis gently and steadily rocked me, his stiff, solid, silky tool buried all the way inside my velvet tunnel, my dick started to stir. Crushed up against his washboard abs, my pretty teenage cock was getting a rugged massage while my balls were getting the aftershocks of Elvis’ steady rocking. Mi bebito, mi bebito, he moaned in my ear with his deep gravelly voice. It made my cock harder and I couldn’t think straight anymore, I couldn’t think at all. Uh, uh, uh, I said, he said, someone said. I felt a rumbling in my hips, my whole lower body was tingling and bubbling and shaking. My whole body was shaking.

    Mi bebito. I felt my boy load rumbling inside my tight, pounded balls and roil its way up through my dick. I pulled Elvis deeper into me, wrapped my long legs across his broad back and felt my giant, churning load start to squirt out of my cock in steaming, splashing spasms. The first two pulses hit my chin and the rest poured into the tight space between our two clasped bodies. My gasping fuckhole clamped around his steel rod.  Elvis grunted and pushed even deeper into me and started humping me like a jack rabbit. My interior nerves were all jangly and raw and I wanted him to stop. Um, um I was clearing my throat so I could say Please stop but Elvis stuck his wide tongue down it so I couldn’t say anything. He didn’t stop. Well, now I’m fucked, I thought. Really fucked. Do I like it? Don’t know yet. My mind started to drift, I nodded out and forgot where I was. Oh yeah, on a beach with the sun pouring in on me and the hot man on top of me, inside me. The sand felt scratchy on my back, no, not sand it was that smelly old purple carpet. Elvis kept pumping me.

    Then–my ass started to twitch again and I felt my cock start to stretch and come back to life. The relentless internal massage from Elvis was feeling pretty good. I was getting used to having a big piece of meat inside me. No wonder people liked it so much. My crushed boy balls started to tighten. My lower body felt all tingly and warm, like melted butter spiked with rum, a body-length leisurely rush as my hole tightened around Elvis. My cock expanded into the available space between our two clinched bodies; the rest of me was melting in all that buttery rum.

    Elvis started to grunt like a pig. I guessed he was getting close. I liked this new all-filled-up feeling. I rotated my hips to take more of him in and get him closer and in deeper. What’s it like when somebody shoots a load in you? No! I don’t want that! But….

    I was covered in his sweat and my boy jizz.  His grunts were loud, a little scary. I looked at his face and his eyes were swirling black pools, like when he choked me, you know, years ago, minutes ago. So what? Fuck him. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck me!!!! My whole body vibrated, pulsated with some powerful sensation.  Damn! I was squirting again, the hot juice hit my chin again in the first shot. Elvis licked it up and then spit it back in my mouth. Fucked up. Tasty. My shaking, quivering body was all over the place and still pinned down.

    Suddenly Elvis let out a loud howl and yanked his cock out of me. I felt like half of me, including my soul got yanked out too. He straddled my chest and stroked at his throbbing, enormous meat. Oh, he’s uncut, I noticed with that giant thing in my face. The sweat poured off of him and onto me. He shifted forward and sat his giant, smooth balls on my mouth and I licked the sweat, salt, testosterone and salsa off them. He tasted good. He pulled back and aimed his hefty tool at my mouth. I opened wide, ready for whatever he had to give me. One more big howl and sizzling dollops of his jizz glopped down my throat, on my tongue, across my lips. I gulped them down, licked them up and gulped down some more. I put his beautiful meat in my mouth and let it rest there. I could taste my inner being on him and tasted his ferocious pride. Damn! I loved him! (I think).

    Elvis stood up and grabbed a towel from the bar. He tenderly wiped my face and my chest and belly where those pools of jizz had collected, then he wiped between my legs. “Tight, Nice. Clean,” he said. I tried to get off the floor on my own but I was pudding and Elvis gave me a hand up.

     “I gotta get back to work. We open in a few. You take care,” Elvis said and headed to the staff bathroom in the back where there was shower stall.

    That was it, my Hallmark Valentine from Elvis: Tight. Nice. Clean. For a minute or so I was in love with him. Does everybody fall in love with the guy who takes your cherry? I straightened myself up and looked around. The bar looked so different now. The sun had set and the Tequila Sunrise glow was gone, along with the beach/sand/carpet illusion. My back was all scratchy from the carpet and my body still quivered and ached, inside and out. But it was a good ache because something real had happened.

    I walked out of the bar and went to the Marina. I walked along the waterfront, looked across Raritan Bay and listened to its gentle, steady lapping against the pier. I overhead snippets of boat chatter and saw the glow coming from New York City 20 or so or a million miles away. I bought a butter pecan ice cream cone at the nearby stand and sat on a bench, looking at the view but not really seeing it. Who am I now? Where am I going? Where do I belong? I liked doing it with guys but I was I even really gay? Do I have to know that for sure? A hot man always make me look and makes my heart thump. I was happy that Mom had Harry. He treated her like a queen and she deserved that.  I liked Harry. I respected him. I had the hots for him. But there was nothing I could do about it. And, Oh shit! I forgot all about Tequila. I said I would see the new show.

    It was a long day and I was tired. After all, between the bookstore and Elvis I had shot four loads. I did one more stroll around the promenade and headed home. When I got inside I could hear the TV. It wasn’t that late, only around ten so the old folks were probably still up and snuggling like love birds.

    Harry was alone on the couch, laughing at something on TV. He gave me a big smile.

    “Hi Sparky! You’re home! Your mom conked out and went to bed. Come and hang with me.” He patted the spot on the couch next to him.

    As I walked toward him, he said. “Whoa. What happened to you? You okay?”

    “Yeah. Why? Nothing’s wrong.” Oh shit. Was he trying to be a Dad? I don’t want that.

    “You sure? You look, I don’t know, different. Something is up.”

    “Nope. I’m good. No worries.”

    He squinted eyes, inhaled. Then he smiled a wicked smile.

    “You just got fucked. I can tell. You got that freshly-fucked look.”

    “Shut up. You’re crazy.” I turned away from him. “I’m going to my room.” I did NOT want to have this conversation with my step father.

    “Oh, I don’t care, Sparky, as long as you’re okay,” Harry said. “I’ve been around and seen a few things. Done a few things.”         

    “Um…” was all I could say.

    Harry patted the couch again. “Come sit with me, Sparky. Let’s chill. I’m watching Dumb and Dumber. I love this stupid shit. You can use a laugh and I would like the company. You hungry?”

    “No.” I sat next to him. Jeff Daniels was yelling at Jim Carrey. “You just want me to drive you to Aspen so you can meet that girl that lost her briefcase!”

    “Yeah so? “Jim Carrey says, “So? I just wanna go someplace where we know somebody who can plug us into the social pipeline.”

    Social pipeline. It was so fucking stupid, but I laughed. Harry laughed too and squeezed my shoulder.

    THE END


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  • Daddy’s home

    He’d been jerking off for awhile with his right hand, phone in his left. The pre cum had been oozing down his knuckles, and had created a loud fapping noise, that echoed off the vaulted ceiling in his lofted bedroom. Tony bit his lower lip, feeling his jaw clench, and waves of arousal swept over him. He’d only been home for a couple of hours, and his Mom was gone until the weekend. 

    He hadn’t jerked off in a couple of weeks, since his roommate had dropped one of his AM classes, giving him zero morning free time. The awkward conversations he’d had, while hiding his morning hardon, were too many to recall. He wiped his hand on his towel, and scrolled back to the main page on his pornhub app. “cumshot compilation,” as he cringed at some of the results. “What the fuck?” He scrolled through countless topless women, and cum flooded pussy. 

    He stopped at “Big Shooter,” and pulled at his shaft again. His dick was so slimy and slick, he tingled all over. The dude in the video was stacked, with a thin happy trail, and trimmed pubes, and quickly arched back, breathing heavily, and shooting cum up his chest. Tony bit his lip again, and dropped his phone, rubbing his palm over the head of his dick, while jerking, feeling the cum rise quickly. “Fuckkkkkkkkkk,” he started to cum, spraying against the rubbing palm, feeling cum splatter all over his balls, groin, stomach, and hips. 

    He looked down, watching the white chunks go everywhere. He didn’t even hear the door open, and suddenly saw Cody standing in his doorway.”Jesus Christ Tony!” Cody quickly turned around, running into the door frame, and stumbling back out into the hall. “Fuckin Christ,” he groaned, as he shut the door. Tony sat up, still cumming, reaching for his towel, and getting up off his bed. He tripped, falling against the wall, and skinned his knee against the window frame. 

    “God damnit!” He pulled his knee up, leaning against the wall, and wincing in pain, and pleasure. His dick was still throbbing, and dribbling out the last of his load, as he felt the droplets on his foot. “Fuck my life,” he mumbled, checking out the small gash on his knee. It was bleeding slightly, and swollen, with some bruising appearing just under cut. He heard the door open again. “Dude, fuck.” “Are you ok?” He looked over, and Cody had a concerned look on his face. 

    He stood up, “Yeah, I’m fine, what are you doing here?” “Um, I’ve been staying here with your Mom, and I forgot you were coming home.” “I’m not even mad, just surprised.” He limped back to his bed, grabbing his towel, and sat down, covering his lap. The smell of cum and musk was thick. He hadn’t showered for a couple of days, and typically enjoyed his own pheromones, but he was sure it smelled dank as fuck in his room. 

    Cody awkwardly sat on the corner of his bed. “How much of a build up was that?” “Two weeks.” “Holy fuck, “I’ve never seen someone cum so much.” “But you’ve felt plenty.” “Shut up,” Cody blushed. “Cody, I”m fucking with you.” He playfully jabbed at Cody.” “I can let you clean up, I was just,” “no, it’s fine. Why are you being weird?” “It’s been a minute, so.” “Yeah it has. How are you liking school?” “It’s fine. If I don’t pass this semester though, I’m fucked. I’ll just move back and work for my Dad, I guess.” “That would be fun. I mean, I think you’ll pass, but I know your Mom would love you home, and I would too.” 

    He was still hard, and felt his dick throbbing under the towel, and probably noticeably. “Do you need help with that?” “Oh?” “Your knee.” He looked down, seeing the blood drying, and pooling toward the open cut. “Oh, fuck,” he giggled. “I thought…nevermind.” “Oh, you can go again?” He saw Cody lean in, and stop. He pulled the towel off, and felt the air hit his wet dick, as his throbbed up, pushing against his stomach. Cody licked his lips, and stood up, quickly stripping off his t shirt and shorts. He was naked in a second, and straddling Tony, before he could even take his hand. 

    They started kissing, and he could hear Cody whimpering, and moaning, getting hard quickly, as his dick pushed against Tony’s chest. He pulled Cody over, laying him against the mattress, and pulling his legs up around his waist, pushing his dick hard between Cody’s tight ass cheeks. He’d been here before. He’d missed this place.Tony felt Cody tremble, and put his hands on each side of his face. “Hey, is this ok?” “Yeah, honestly.” Cody leaned up, kissing Tony’s chin. “I’ve missed you.” “I’ve missed you too.” He could feel the small trembles, and moved his arms up, cradling Cody’s head in his chest, and quickly enveloping him. 

    He ran his hands down Cody’s sides, and back up, kissing him sweetly on the mouth. “I’m horny as fuck, but we can just do this.” He kissed Cody’s chin and neck, and back up to his lips. Cody moaned, and pulled his legs up to Tony’s sides. He felt the familiar dampness of Cody’s tight little ass, throbbing against his dick head. “Fuck baby.” “Baby?” Cody giggled, and flicked playfully at Tony’s chin. “Yeah, baby, what the fuck? You’ll always be mine.” 

    Cody leaned up, kissing his lips again. “I liked that.” “I know you do.” He felt Cody open up for him, and pushed quickly in, until he couldn’t go any deeper, feeling the boy’s passage widen, and clench against his thick shaft. “Fuckkkkkkk…” Cody whimpered, pulling his legs up higher, giving access to his deepest place.

    Tony pushed further inside, feeling every inch of himself throbbing against the tight tissue, as Cody wiggled beneath him. “Fuck Antonio, you’re so big.” “Mmmm, I love when you say my name.” Tony pulled back, and pushed in again. “Antonioooo…” Cody purred in his ear. “Fuck baby.” Tony started to quickly thrust in and out, loosening up Cody’s insides, feeling the boy’s warmth around his throbbing shaft. “I love fucking you.” “I love when you fuck me.” Tony put his arm under Cody’s lower back, pulling him up, so his back was arched, giving himself deeper access, and feeling his dick lunging against the boy’s prostate. “Oh, fuck Daddy.””God damnit, I can’t hold it.” 

    He wrapped his arms around the boy, holding him tightly, and pulled his knees up, propping them under the boy’s thighs and ass, as he unloaded. He groaned and moaned in Cody’s ear, nibbling at his pierced lobe, feeling the metallic taste of the small setting and diamond stud, he’d given him on their unofficial anniversary last Spring. 

    He could feel Cody’s sphincter clenching and throbbing over his dick, as he pulsated, and filled the boy’s ass with his seed, reclaiming the territory he’d conquered freshman year, and put his name to on graduation night, a week after their 18th birthday.Tony woke up hours later, reaching over instinctively, but feeling nothing, but cold, crusty sheets. He sat up, surrounded by darkness. He followed the glow from under the door frame to his bathroom, and pushed the door open. 

    The tub was filled, and the sweet smell of vanilla in the air. He walked over to the vanity, pushing his hair back, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He saw dried cum spots along his stomach and chest, and a thick mass of crust throughout his pubes. He felt the thigh hairs pulling, as he wiped at the spots below his groin. “Fuck, what a mess.” He saw Cody standing in the doorway, behind him, and turned quickly, reaching out for the boy’s hand. “Hey babe.” “Hey handsome.” 

    Cody stepped forward, taking his hand, and leaned up for a kiss. Tony met him halfway, and locked lips, and eyes. “I love you.” “I know, and I love you. Sorry I was so weird before.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, when you were jerking off, I just felt like…I don’t know.” “Jealous?” “Maybe.” Cody looked down, and Tony reached under the boy’s chin, pulling his face up. “I didn’t know where we stood, after that last text. I hadn’t gotten off in two weeks babe, you know I love unloading.” 

    He reached down, poking at the boy’s stomach, with a wink. Cody started blushing, and turned away, pulling Tony toward the tub. “What’s this all about?” “I’m giving you a bath.” “Oh?” He smirked and pulled Cody’s face to his chest. “You’re the best.” He stepped in, pushing back the layers of draping that surrounded the large basin. “Are you joining me?” He pulled at his shaft, feeling the crusty layers of uncut foreskin slowly release his head. “No baby.” Cody stepped back, looking Tony up and down, “sexy as hell, but stinky.” He crinkled his nose, and playfully pushed Tony back.Tony laughed loudly, and squatted down into the warm, sudsy water. It felt so nice, and he leaned back, feeling his body slowly submerge under the surface. 

    Cody reached over, grabbing a wash cloth from the shelves, and knelt at Tony’s side. He reached in, soaking the terrycloth, and began to run it over Tony’s hairy chest, and up to his shoulders and neck. He playfully wiped at his scruffy jaw and chin, and even his ears. Tony closed his eyes, and relaxed, while the boy cleaned every inch of him.A few minutes later, Cody was standing over him, reaching out to help him up. Tony pushed up, and was soon looming over the boy. “Damn, you’re so fine.” “You are.” 

    He reached under Cody’s chin, and leaned down to kiss him. Cody smiled, and reached over, turning the shower nozzle. The first few drops were ice cold. “Ah, fuck!” Tony shielded his chest, tucking his chin, as the rush of cold water rained down over him. It quickly warmed up, and he relaxed, grabbing for the boy, and pulling him inside the basin. Cody screeched, and almost slipped, as Tony caught him under the arms, pulling him in. They embraced under the hot shower for a few seconds. Tony pulled at Cody’s briefs, looking the boy in the eyes. 

    Cody was hard, before he even stripped out of his underwear. Tony knelt down, cupping his large hands around the boy’s ass, and kissed along his smooth thighs, and around his hips, and stomach, working his tongue and lips down the boys smooth stomach, to his shortly trimmed patch of blonde pubes. He felt Cody’s dick pushing up under his chin, as he playfully nuzzled the boys shaft and balls, with his thick stubble, feeling Cody wiggle, and squirm. Cody had his hands deep in Tony’s thick hair, massaging his head, while he kissed at Cody’s throbbing shaft. He took the boy in his mouth, and felt a familiar saltiness, while he sucked and licked at his lover’s dick. 

    The boy’s balls were high and tight, as he pushed Cody’s hard shaft up toward his stomach, and sucked at his balls, working each one over, with a tender nibble and bite. He nuzzled the boy’s groin, and in between his thighs, feeling Cody buckle at the knees, and brace against his strong shoulders. He turned Cody around, and spread his cheeks, working his lips and tongue between the boy’s ass cheeks, and tasting all the love he had spilled into the boy, earlier. 

    Cody was moaning, and bracing himself against the tiled wall of the shower basin. The hot water running down his smooth body, Tony’s hard tongue, fucking him quickly. Cody was moaning, and Tony licked at the warm, salty seed, leaking from the boy’s love spot.He turned Cody around again, going hard at the boy’s dick. He sucked, and licked, bobbing his head in and out, over the boy’s shaft. Cody grabbed at Tony’s head, and let out a short gasp, as he came hard against Tony’s throat. 

    Tony forgot how much Cody came, and nearly choked, with the sudden shots of cum, draining out of the boy’s dick. He moaned, and sucked generously, swallowing every last drop, until Cody fell against him. He stood up, holding the boy close, and reached over, shutting off the hot streams. 

    He stepped out of the basin, swooping the boy up in his arms, and walked out of the steamy bathroom, getting into bed, and pulling the sheets and blankets up. Cody was shivering, as Tony held him close, enveloping the boy, as he often did. They held each other for a couple of hours, until they were dry. Tony got up out of bed, and walked over to his closet, rummaging through track suits and pullovers, finding something he could put the boy in. Cody came up, wrapped in a sheet, and watched as Tony playfully held up options, in front of the boy. “Babe, none of your clothes ever fit me.” 

    Tony nudged Cody over, pulling on a pair of velour joggers, and pulled at the sheet, as Cody let go, letting the sheet fall, and stood naked before him. Tony took in his beauty. He stood 5’10”, several inches short of Tony’s 6’8″ frame. He was smooth everywhere, except for his trimmed pubes, and legs. 

    He had puffy lips, and a killer smile. His big green eyes, lit up the entire room, and his left lobe was the only piercing he had. He draped a v neck tee over Cody’s head, and helped him through the arm holes. The shirt was a fitted tee, but looked oversized on Cody. He led the boy over to the chest of drawers, and found some boxers, and tube socks, which the boy was swimming in. “Too fucking cute.” 

    He hugged on the boy, and kissed the top of his head. Cody playfully pushed Tony’s waistband down, exposing his thick bush of pubes. “You like?” “I love.” Cody looked up, smiling. “I’m glad we get some time. I didn’t know if you were,” “what?” “Your text Cody. You made it seem like.” “I’m sorry. I was missing you, having a bad day, and your Mom had me come here, and I was just in my feelings.” “You should’ve just facetimed or something. I would never let you go.” “I know.” 

    He pulled his joggers up, leaving just a patch of his pubes showing. Cody pouted, and pushed the waistband back down. “Ok fine,” Tony laughed, and pushed them all the way down, wiggling back and forth, until they dropped to the ground, his thick shaft slapping against his hairy thighs. “Better?” Cody smiled, and sat on the edge of the bed.”So, we should probably change your bedding. We made a mess.” “Nah, you made me make a mess, putting that stank on me.” “Babe, you have the strongest scent, it’s literally everywhere.” “You like it.” 

    He crossed his arms, feeling his dick start to thicken. Cody stood up, clearing his throat, and started to strip the bed. Tony watched the boy crawl across the king size mattress, pulling at the corners of the sheets, and pushing all the linens to the foot of the bed. He got off the bed, walking around, and pulling at the elastic corners of the remaining corners, shoving them all into the large hamper by the bathroom door. “Help?” Cody reached out to Tony, who was now rock hard. “Only if you help me first.” 

    Tony flexed his dick a couple of times. “Antonio…” “Babe?” Cody kept eye contact, walking slowly toward him. He dropped his arms to his sides, as the boy knelt before him, and took the first few inches of his thickness, in his mouth. Tony moaned, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. Cody worked his tongue around Tony’s head, and flicked at the hole, while he felt the boy run his smooth fingertips under his rising balls, playing with the mass of hair, between his balls and taint. 

    He groaned, feeling his dick throb inside the boy’s tight mouth. Those puffy lips, creating a cushion of softness around his thick shaft. Tony felt weak in the knees, knowing he’d be cumming soon, but loved the soft texture of the boy’s throat, cradling his dick head. He opened his eyes and looked down, seeing the boy looking up at him, soft tears trickling down his cheeks. “You ok?” Cody nodded, and mumbled something, creating a vibration around Tony’s dick. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum soon.” Cody moved his head away, and stood up, walking back toward the bed. “Wha?” “I want you inside me.” 

    Cody pushed the boxers down, and leaned over the bed, spreading his legs apart. Tony grabbed his dick, pinching his thumb and finger just under the tip, shuffling quickly over to the boy. He rubbed his wet head and shaft between the boy’s cheeks, creating a well lubed surface.He pushed in quickly, feeling the boy open up for him immediately. He was thrusting lightly, arching over the boy, and propping his elbows on either side of him. He was breathing in the faint smell of vanilla, and running his stubbly face over the short, buzzed blond hairs on Cody’s head. “Damn baby.” “I want it Daddy.” “Fuckkk.” 

    Tony hunched his back, pushing as deep as he could go, inside the boy, and rested his chin on Cody’s shoulder, placing his open mouth over the boy’s smooth skin, sucking lightly, while he unloaded another load inside his love spot. “I love feeling you cum in me,” Cody whimpered quietly. 

    Tony didn’t move, feeling his dick throbbing up and down inside the boy. When his dick finally settled, he pulled out slowly, looking down, watching the boy’s gaping ass lips slowly clench back up, drops of his thick cum, creating a small halo around the boy’s ass lips. “Fuck baby.” He softly rubbed his hands over the boy’s ass cheeks, kissing down his back. “I love you.” 

    He squatted down, pulling his pants back up, and love tapped the boy’s ass, playfully, grabbing the hamper and heading down the hall. He felt drops of cum running down his hairy thigh, and a wet spot forming on the outer leg of his joggers. He smiled, thinking of Cody housing all his seed. 

    Fuck that boy was sexy.He got back to his room, seeing the boy finishing tucking the sheets into the corners of the mattress. “Get your ass back in bed.” “What?” “I don’t want that load being wasted, he slapped at Cody’s ass. 

    Cody climbed up into the bed, and Tony grabbed the duvet off the floor, draping it over the boy, crawling in beside him. “What do you want to do tomorrow?” “Whatever you want.” “I just want to hangout with you.” “I’m off for two weeks, so we’ve got plenty of time.” He kissed Cody goodnight, and reached over, turning off the bedside lamp.

  • An Egyptian Houseguest

    I typically have three roommates in my “guy house”, but one graduated from college and recently moved out. So, I decided to try temporarily renting the room, “b and b” style. After advertising on one of the popular sites, I got a request from a young guy travelling the US from Egypt. When I greeted him at the airport I encountered a young, muscular, olive skinned, dark haired man who was wide-eyed excited about discovering  the US. I was even more impressed he rushed me with an enthusiastic hug and thanked me for hosting him. The embrace lasted long enough for me to absorb a distinctly manly scent from many hours of international travel. “Karim” was the kind of guy who seemed comfortable pretty much anywhere and was one of the more outgoing and friendly guys I’d ever encountered even within the first few minutes of meeting him.

    The twenty minute ride back to my house was non-stop chatting and by the time we arrived at my house, I knew this guy was going to be a fast friend. Clad only in a tight fitting v-neck shirt, basketball shorts and sandals, Karim was a hairy beast. Tufts of jet black chest hair came over the frayed collar of his shirt and condensed to thick fur between his pecs.  He seemed to top out at 5’10 and was broad shouldered and beefy.

    After settling in, I suggested a bike ride to tour my town. He quickly agreed and started to peel of his shirt to change clothes. So many young guys are modest, but Karim was utterly unselfconscious. This guy had spent all four years of college playing intramural soccer and was pretty confident about his physique. You know, the kind who naturally rubs their chests, spending a little time over their nipples, and easily readjusting their “package” while  carrying on a conversation with you.

    I went to my room to change, not expecting him to follow close behind, but not wanting to interrupt our chat. I’m pretty much a clothes optional kinda guy at home, so changing in front of him wasn’t going to bother me. Plus it’s a good  test to check out another guy’s comfort. I completely stripped in front of him and there wasn’t even a pause. I am in decent shape for a forty year old, and fairly hairy myself. I typically hang around 4-5 inches flaccid and  top out slightly over 7. With a tan line and some strategic manscaping it was pretty easy to draw focus to my crotch. His eyes immediately focused on my penis and immediately remarked, “Wow, dude, you’re hung! Are all Americans as big as you?” I smiled and looked down at my own equipment, and by the time I looked back up, he whipped out his dick to compare. Man, this guy was super comfortable with his body!

    Karim tugged on his dick trying to “measure up” to what he was seeing in front of him. “Did you want to compare dick size?” I asked. “Hell, yes. I want to know what it takes to satisfy American women! All my buddies back home kept hearing stories about you American dudes and I want to head back home with some good stories!” “Damn”, I thought. This little straight guy doesn’t mince words. So here we were, barely an hour into meeting each other, and both of us tugging on our dicks in front of each other.

    Karim’s package was just as hairy as the rest of his body with a cut cock and pretty ample balls. “C’mon, man! Get your dick up so we can compare! “ I started to stroke my own, just inches away from him. It didn’t take long for me to catch up with this young stud. His dick was so much darker than my tool, maybe not quite as long, but seriously thick. “All my buds back home do this all the time. We don’t have access to many women. Hell, we hardly even see more than their wrists or ankles, so we don’t have much choice than to hang out, fantasize and jerk our meat. We all look pretty much the same, but, I don’t think any of us have ever seen a white dick before, outside of porn.”

    Once we were both at full mast he keeps a grip around his meat and steps right up to me, dick to dick. Fuck, he was already leaking precum. “Let’s set them up, side by side and compare.” With that, we are chest to chest pushing our dicks into each other’s abdomen. “Man, you have me beat by a couple of inches!” I reassured him he had some great girth, far out-doing me in that department. He reached out and wrapped one hand around me dick while gripping his with the other. “Yeah, I’m a bit thicker than you, but what I’d give to have a longer cock” “Mind if I compare as well?” I said. And with that, he nonchalantly placed my hand on his shaft. “See? Yeah, I’m a bit thicker, but not by much.”. Yeah, right. Maybe not as thick as a can of Coke, like so many say here, but damn that dick was a thick tool.

    With his curiosity satisfied, he stuffed his dick back in his shorts and said, “Great, let’s head out on that bike ride, man.” I could hardly catch my breath. Standing there with my dick in my hand, still naked. Wanting this to go a helluva lot further. “Uh.. sure.. let me find my gear and we’ll take off”. I’ve been nude with a bunch of my straight males friends, but this was a first. I’d never met someone so comfortable with his own body and ease touching another man’s penis.

    Taking a bike tour around the trails of my town gave me an opportunity to let him take the lead, so I could gaze at those broad brown shoulders and that great patch of black hair climbing up above his waistband over his firm ass. What a “v-form” this guy had. What a set of thick, hairy calves that stretched with every stroke of the pedals.  We were both pouring sweat and when we finally got home, every strand of his thick black chest hair was matted down and laying over his heaving pecs.

    “Shower time, buddy”, I said. I need to cool off and needed time to myself. I showed him his bath and supplies and headed to my room. Stripping off my soaked clothes, I stepped into the shower and went straight for my dick, soaping it up and clutching my sack. I had been half hard for over two hours and I needed to drop a load. With my eyes closed and one hand pinching my nipples, I kept jerking my meat thinking about this hot guy down the hall. Completely self-absorbed, I didn’t notice him coming in my bathroom. “Hey man, do you have any…” when he got a glimpse of what I was doing. “Shit, you can’t keep your hands off your dick, can you?” he laughed.  Here I am with my dick in my hand, and he’s laughing. “Don’t mind me, buddy. Go ahead and finish off. I’ll come back” With that, he ambled out the door. I honestly had not met some guy like this before.

    I quickly stroked off a healthy load and dried off. Standing in front of the mirror, Karim comes back in, still naked,  to ask for some deodorant. He looks down at my red dick and says, “Man, you sure gave that meat of yours a good workout!”  I didn’t know what to say, and he didn’t give me a chance to respond. “Hey, you hungry?” he asked. “Eh, sure.., let me throw some clothes on and we’ll raid the fridge”. “Dude, it’s just you and me here. What’s the need for clothes? Let’s free-ball for awhile. Give my junk a chance to air out after the trip”

    With that, we headed to the kitchen and grabbed some sandwich supplies,  a couple of beers, and headed out to my enclosed patio. Sitting around the table, he noticed I had a hot tub. “Wow.. I struck it big, man! Great house, nice bikes, good beer and to top it off, a hot tub! Can we get in?” “Sure” I said, “Let me get some towels” By the time I got back, he was already in and moving around, looking for the best place to land. “Man, I sure wish my buddies and I had one of these back home! And these jets! I can’t believe  how they feel on my dick!” With that, he stands straight up admiring his own hard dick. “Look how hard I am from this!” How was I supposed to control myself? This hot, hairy, olive skinned hunk is showing off his dick to me. With that, he cups some water and pours it over himself and slowly descends back under the water. “Man, this is the life . I can’t imagine how many women you’ve banged in this!” I didn’t know what to say. I just smiled and muttered, “eh.. yeah.. it’s a great place to get naked and do the wild thing”.

    “Let me get us a couple more beers”, I said. “No, I’ll get ‘em” and with that he jumps out and heads into the house, his hairy ass in full view. With him gone, I started rubbing my own dick under the water, and before I knew it, he returns with two beers in each hand. In no time, we finished them off and we were both getting a strong buzz. “Would you like a shot of something to get ourselves going?” I asked.  “Sure, I’m game. We Egyptian dudes may not have the dicks you Americans have, but we can sure as hell drink you under the table” he laughed. “Challenge accepted!” I said. And with that, I headed inside to grab some Irish whisky and a couple of shot glasses.

    “Cheers, mate! Welcome to America!” and with that we started downing shots in short order. The conversation was so comfortable and relaxed even though we were starting to slur our words a bit. “So, Karim. When was the last time you got laid?” I asked.  His eyes looked down, and said, “To be honest. There just aren’t any opportunities in my hometown. I got to second base with a girlfriend a couple of years ago, but women in my country just won’t give it up until marriage. All my buddies and me; we walk around with blue balls most of our lives until our wedding night. It sucks”.

    “Man, that does suck.” I said. “I think you’ll probably get pretty lucky and take care of that while you’re in the US! You’re a good looking guy with a foreign accent. I’m pretty sure you won’t have a problem getting laid while you’re here”.  “Seriously?” he asked. “Fuck, I’ve wanted it for a long time, but to be honest, it sorta scares me as well. I would think American girls would look at me and expect me to know what the hell I’m doing. Got any advice?”

    “Let’s get out of the water before we faint or drown, and head inside. We can finish up this conversation inside”. We both stumbled out of the hot tub and had to steady ourselves. One too many shots of Jameson’s had gotten both of us pretty drunk. He wrapped his arms around me just to walk, so I did the same. Man, what a set of hard shoulders and thick back. It wouldn’t take much for me to get boned up again.

    We proceeded back to my bedroom and both collapsed naked on my bed. I think both ours heads were spinning but he kept pushing the conversation. I leaned up on one elbow, and looked him straight in the eye.  “My friend, the most important thing you can do is to focus on your partner’s pleasure. The rest will take care of itself”. I don’t know if it was the alcohol, or lying naked next to a smoking hot young stud, but I decided to take it to the next level. “Watch and learn” I said. With that, I began to stroke his chest and lightly pinch his nipples. His dick immediately started to swell and he let out a muffled moan. “It’s all about focusing on the other…” I whispered in his ear.

    Karim, let his eyes roll to the back and raised his arms above his head, almost offering himself to me. I feathered my hands down his abdomen, touching every hair on his belly. I gently pulled on his pubic hair and grabbed the base of his cock. His hands came down and began to massage his own pecs. I grabbed his scrotum with my other hand and gently squeezed them. He moaned and said, “Fuck”. His dick was fully charged and leaking precum. I leaned over to the night stand and pulled out some lubricant. I greased up both our dicks, and decided it was time to straddle him and put our cocks together for mutual stroking. I think he’d done this before. He reached down and grabbed both our dicks and I took over massaging his chest. He was almost convulsing with pleasure. With his other had he reached up and grabbed my chest and nipple and started to squeeze hard. I matched his intensity on his nips, and the more we squeezed and pounded each other’s chests, the faster he yanked our poles. This wasn’t going to take long. It was a bit rough but well within limits of pleasure. I reached down and grabbed my own dick and moved his hand to his. We both kept furiously pounding our own cocks and pulling each others’ nipples. I leaned in and stuck my tongue in his ear and he writhed even more.

    I slowed my own stroke as I watched him get closer and closer to cumming. He became more and more intent, staring at his own dick. His head rose of the bed and he yelled, “Squeeze my balls, now!”. I lunged for them and with my first touch, he screamed and started shooting a heavy load onto his furry chest. I leaned over and started licking the fresh cum and resumed jacking as fast as I could. With hot sperm in my mouth I started spraying my own cum on his face and chest., mixing our loads together. Exhausted and spent, I collapsed on his chest and felt the warm liquid between our chests. We laid there together until our breathing calmed.

    It seemed like all the alcohol had worked its way out of our bodies and we looked at each other. I was unsure what to expect, but slowly his mouth grew to a full grin. He smacked my naked ass and pushed me off of him. “Man, I wasn’t expecting THAT, but I hope it’s just the first lesson!” With that, we both went silent and drifted off to sleep.

  • Grindr Guy

    I was in the middle of pulling an all-nighter, probably around 2:30 AM. After deciding to take a quick coffee break and while pouring myself a cup, I opened up my favorite app Grindr! I saw one of my favorite daddies ( one that I’ve been drooling over for months) happened to be online. 

    “Hey” I typed. 

    “Hey, looking?”

    “Yessir!”

    “Good, I need to cum”

    We made plans to meet and I drove about 20 minutes to his hotel room. He opened the door and I stunned at how sexy he was. He was Hispanic, 5’9, about a 165 lbs, had close-cropped, dark hair and the most stunning body I had ever seen. I’m not kidding when I say he looked like Adonis, big cantaloupe sized pecs, huge biceps, super-toned abs, sex lines, and a gorgeous muscle ass. When he opened the door he was shirtless and wearing grey sweatpants, I could see the outline of his cock through the fabric; I couldn’t quite tell how big it was. 

    He invited me into his room and as soon as the door closed he pushed me against it and pushed his mouth against mine. His lips were soft and big, and his tongue was velvety soft. He slowly began to make his way down my jaw and my neck before he settled into the soft place above my collar bone. He was sucking and kissing and nipping and I was soooo turned on! I started to kiss and suck on his nipples as we moved to the other side of the room and closer to the bed. 

    He slid off his sweatpants and jumped onto the bed, as I glanced over I noticed a few bottles of lube laying on the bed. He grabbed the remote to the TV and turned on a porno (three college jocks running a train, so sexy!).

    His voice was deep and it sent a chill down my spine when he spoke.

    “Get undressed.” 

    I quickly stripped down to my black Calvin Kleins, I shifted slightly nervous about what was about to happen (I’d only been with a guy once or twice prior to this). 

    “Take them off, now.” 

    I slipped them down to my ankles and kicked them off; he lifted his hips and slid down his underwear.

    His cock was fucking gorgeous. It was thick, 8 inches, and uncut and he had large balls too. I immediately got onto the bed, climbed in between his legs and began to suck his cock. I cock feel it get harder and harder in my mouth as I went down on him. I ran my tongue along it, kissed it, sucked on its head. Suddenly I felt his hand in my hair, he held my head down on it until I choked. But he didn’t let me off.

    He started to bend over me as he fucked my throat, I felt his hand smack my ass. His cock muffled my moan but he still heard. He shoved two of his fingers into my hole and started fucking, I was in absolute heaven. His cock down my throat and his fingers in my ass; I had never felt so dirty, so used. And I absolutely loved it. 

    He pulled his fingers out and pushed me off and then flat onto the bed. He got up, dragged me to the edge, picked up my legs and pushed them up to my chest. He started rubbing my hole with his cock, I started to jerk off.

    He started to hump me and I kept jerking off, he pressed his lips against my neck again. That was all it took and I was sent over the edge, spurting cum all over my chest and his. He looked into my eyes and smirked.

    “What this?” He scooped some off my chest and slide his fingers into his mouth. He licked more off my chest, kissed down to stomach, and wrapped his lips around my cock. I started to get hard again. He pushed my legs back up to my chest and looked me the in eye.

    “What do you want?”

    “Your cock.” 

    “Where?”

    “My ass.”

    He lubed his cock and my ass and then started to push his cock into my ass. I’m fairly tight (only been fucked twice) and so it took him a minute to get in, but finally he slipped in. He pushed in all the way to the hilt, and it felt so fucking good. He was gentle at first, but then he started to pound away at my ass. He twisted my nipples as he fucked me. 

    He picked me up and held me, I wrapped my legs around him and he kept pounding me. I could feel his muscular body, hot and sweaty, gyrating against me. He layed me back down and kept pounding.

    I could feel his cock start to swell up, he grabbed my hips and his fingernails dug into me. He started pounding faster and breathing harder, I started jerking faster and by this point had become a moaning mess.

    “Fuck I’m gonna cum again!” I choked out.

    He leaned over me, still pounding, bit my earlobe, and whispered, “Can I breed you?”

    “Fuck yes!”

    He kept fucking me and started to jerk me off. Within seconds I heard him moan and felt him drive his cock deep into me. I felt him shoot, he must have saved up quite a bit because he came a lot! I started coming too and he collapsed on top of me.

    It all ended pretty quickly after that, I got dressed and drove home. Really hoping I get to meet him again!