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Ever had that one boss you would do anything for? Like ANYTHING? Well I do, his name is Mike and he is the hottest daddy I’ve ever seen in my entire life. This is a story about the time I became his little slave. 

I was working one morning, ya know, hating my life but working anyway. I was jamming out to my music and I had both headphones in. Working in the backroom I was back stocking and dancing around. I was working hard and starting to sweat a little bit. I took my red Target shirt off and tucked it into my back pocket. I was just wearing my wifebeater tank top and it was a little sweaty. Just gotta finish this shit then I can go home! I thought to myself. Just then the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Someone was watching me. I whirled around and there he was. Standing about 6’ 3”, broad shoulders, scruffy beard and intense eyes, was Mike. I never knew his last name but I didn’t care. He had his arm folded and kinda looked annoyed. I took my headphones out and looked at him.

“Did you need something Mike?” I asked, trying not to sound rude. 

“I was trying to get your attention for the last 2 minutes,” He said sternly. 

“Oh I’m sorry,” I whispered and hung my head, “What did ya need?” He was still standing there with his arms folded. 

“Come with me,” He said, “And put your shirt on.” He turned and walked out of the back room. I put my shirt on and checked my watch, it was 5 minutes past time for me to go. But something told me not to mention it to Mike right now. I followed Mike to his office and he was standing in front of his office door. He pushed the door open. 

“Please come in and sit down,” Mike ordered. The door closed behind him and he locked it. Gulp.  “Dont worry, I’ve already clocked you out. Now sit down.” I did so. I was kind of shaking.  He walked behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. 

“Do you know why I brought you in here?” He asked, applying pressure to my shoulders, feeling his hands on me was turning me on. 

“Ummmmm no,” I said trying to hide how turned on I was by him. “Was it my headphones?” I asked nervously. 

“No,” He said, walking around and now standing in front of me. “Ive seen you staring at me and I know you want me.” He said smiling. “So I was wondering. Have you ever been a slave before?” 

“What?” I asked, my mouth was bone dry all of the sudden. He leaned down and pinned my arms to the chair. 

“Want to be daddy’s little slave boy?” He whispered into my ear. My mind was racing. Is this really happening?! I couldn’t even speak. Alll I could do was nod. “Good boy. Now lets get going.” He said letting go of me and walking over to his desk. I stood up and walked to the door. “And what are you doing?” He asked grabbing my arm. 

“I thought you said lets go?” I said timidly. He pulled me close to him. 

“I’m walking out of here. You are going out in that,” He said pointing to a box in the corner of the room. I was really confused. “Well I can’t be seen leaving with you in my truck now can I? People will talk. And you can’t follow me back because my neighbors are going to wonder about your car,” He explained. He grabbed both my arms and handcuffed them behind me. 

“What are you doing Mike?” I asked nervously. He walked in front of me and grabbed my crotch hard. 

“Its sir or master from now on got it?” He said. 

“Yes sir!” I shouted in pleasure. He slapped his hand over my mouth. 

“SHUT UP! Do you want everyone to know you are in here?!” He said reaching over to his desk drawer and pulling out a roll of duct tape. He ripped off a piece and slapped it over my mouth then wrapped it around my head a couple times. Then he wrapped it around my ankles and knees. I was officially his prisoner. He picked me up and laid me down in the box. 

“Mmmph” I moaned. 

“Shhh boy,” He smiled. “We will get you to your new home soon.” He closed the box up and taped it closed. It was dark and cramped in that box. I heard the office door open and Mike called someone. I heard two guys come into the office. 

“Ok fellas, I need your help getting this box into the back of truck. Brace yourself, its a little heavy.” I heard him say. I felt the box begin to move. Im so turned on and so scared at the same time. They carried my box all the way to Mike’s truck and then dropped me. 

“MMMPH!” I shouted through the tape on accident. FUCK! 

“What was that?” I heard one of the guys ask. 

“That was me, my back hurts a little today thats why I needed help carrying this out here,” I heard Mike say, “Thanks fellas, have a good day!” The guys footsteps grew faint. Mike knocked on the box, “You make another peep and youre in a lot of trouble boy.” He closed the tailgate of his truck and got in. The engine roared to life and we started driving back to his place. I swear he hot every bump in the road as punishment. 

After what seemed like hours we finally came to a stop and the truck turned off. I heard him open the door and open the tailgate. I was trying to be really quiet while I was crying a little bit. I was not only scared but the ride hurt a little bit. I have always wanted to be with Mike but this is a little too much. He picked up the box no problem and walked me into his house. I heard him walking me up a set of stairs and opening a door. He put me down on the floor, closed the door and locked it. 

“Now let us get a little more comfortable,” Mike said. He opened the box and my eyes adjusted to the light quickly. “Aww you crying?” He asked. I shook my head. “Come here,” He said. He picked me up out of the box no problem and held me tight. 

“Mmmmph” I tried to talk but it was no use. 

“Shh shhh shhh” He said putting me down on the bed. “Daddy’s got ya. It’ll be ok,” He said walking away to the closet. I looked around and realized this was no regular bedroom. This room had the windows covered in blackout curtains. The bed frame was metal and had cuffs hanging from every post. On the wall was tons of leather gear and bondage equipment. I started shaking. Hes going to destroy me. Just then he stepped out of the closet. He was wearing a pair of leather chaps, leather jock strap and a leather vest. Fuck he is sexy. My cock started to get hard, I didn’t want it to but it was happening. He noticed and walked over chuckling. 

“Boy likes to see Daddy in his gear?” He asked rubbing my crotch. I closed my eyes and moaned. 

“mmmmmmph” I moaned through the tape. 

“Well lets get my boy more comfortable,” He said. He took the tape off my mouth, and legs then un-cuffed me. “Better?” He asked. 

“Yea,” I said. He slapped my ass hard. “Yes sir!” I corrected. 

“Thats better. Now strip.” He commanded. I did as I was told and now I was standing there naked in front of Mike. He grabbed me and put his huge hand on my ass. “Very nice.” He kissed me. Feeling his manly beard on my face and his rough tongue forcing my mouth open made me rock hard. He grabbed my dick and slowly stroked it. I moaned. 

“I have dreamed about his moment since the day you started working here sir,” I said putting my arms around him and feeling Mikes strong body. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed. He put himself in between my legs and hovered over me. He went right back to kissing me and my legs wrapped around his waist. He grabbed my arms and pinned them down. 

“You ready for the real fun?” He gave me a wicked smile and all I could do was nod. He grabbed my arms and put them in the cuffs above my head and then cuffed my feet to foot frame. I was spread eagle… and going nowhere. He then went over to his gear wall and grabbed something off the wall, then something out of the drawer. He came back holding a ball gag, blindfold, strange butt plug and some rope. He climbed back on top of me and put the blindfold on, I instantly started shaking. “It’ll be ok boy,” He chuckled and kept working. I felt the rope begin to wrap around my rock hard cock. Hes keeping me hard!! And who knows when I’m gonna be allowed to cum! Then I felt him stick a finger in me. I moaned and arched my back. “Wow, all from daddy’s finger. You are a good boy!” He tapped my spot a couple times with his fingers, then pulled out and pushed the plug in before I could relax. 

“OH FUCK!” I shouted. Mike chuckled. Just then it started vibrating. “Oh my god!!” I moaned. I felt Mike straddle me and rub my chest. I bit my lip as he brushed his rough manly fingers over my nipples. 

“I see I’ve found a sensitive spot,” He stated and I nodded. He moved up a little more and a little more until I felt something hard hit me in the face. His cock.  “Open wide.” He commanded. I did and he pushed his monster cock down my throat. He wasn’t very big inches but he was full of girth! Hes going to choke me to death!  I tired to bob my head back and forth but it was a little difficult with the angle. He leaned forward and started to move his hips back and forth. 

“I’m gonna fuck that throat,” He growled. Gulp. He started to pick up speed. Thrusting in and out of my mouth, picking up speed with every hard thrust. Oh god oh god oh god he is going to kill me! Tears started to form because he was hitting the back of throat so hard and I was trying to gag. He was now at full speed. 

“Oh fuck boy!” He said. Just then a surge of salty warmth filled my mouth and throat. He just came in my mouth! He pulled out and put his hand over my mouth. “You be a good boy and swallow it.” I gulped. “Good boy.” He said and then he shoved the ball gag in my mouth and fastened very tightly. 

“mmmmmmph!” I partially protested. Didn’t even get me a chance to breathe! He grabbed my nipples and twisted. 

“I’m sorry that wasn’t backtalk was it boy?” He commanded. 

“MMMPH!! MMMPH!!!” I screamed. He let go and licked them. 

“Good boy,” He said, grabbing my dick and slowly jerking it. I was so turned on I could have blown in .2 seconds. He quickly let go and chuckled. “Not yet. We aren’t even close to ready for you.” 

“Mmmph mmmph” I moaned. Yes sir. I heard him walk away for a second them come back. He put something down on the bed. Oh god what is he gonna do to me now!? He pulled the plug out of me and I groaned. 

“You ready boy?” He asked and I felt him push a dildo into me. 

“Mppppph!” I moaned. Why won’t he just fuck me!? Then the dildo started to move in and out. I heard the sound of a motor too. Then the dildo started to move faster… Hes using a fucking machine!!!! 

“You like this boy?” He asked, taking hold of my dick and slowly jerking it. 

“Mmmmmmmmmph!!!” I moaned in pleasure and pain. I never thought in a million years I would be with Mike but now I am his sex slave… Just then I heard a phone a ring. 

“Oh hey I gotta take this I’ll be right back ok?” Mike said. He turned up the machine.

“MMMMMMPH!!!” I screamed and I heard him unlock the door and walk out. 

“Oh hi honey,” He said. His fucking wife. “Oh you are gonna stay an extra day?” WHAT?! NO NO NO!! PLEASE NO!!! I pulled on the cuffs to try to break free, nothing. I tried to move away from the machine, no luck. I was stuck in Mikes dungeon. It felt like Mike was gone for hours! Then I heard the door open again. “Well damn you look really hot. But there’s something I want you to do. ” He said. He climbed back on top of me and took my gag out. 

“Sir, please” I begged. “I dont know how much more I can handle.” I was begging him. 

“You’re doing so good boy,” Mike said. I felt him move around then I felt like there was something over my face. Then I felt it. 

He was sitting on my face. 

“Eat my ass boy,” He commanded. I did as he said. Nothing I can do but do what he says. Part of me was scared to defy him, but the rest of me was 100000% turned on and ready to do whatever he tells me. His muscular manly ass was on my face, I had to do what he said. I tongued his hole and he let out some deep manly moans. 

“Thats a good boy,” He moaned. I was smiling a little cuz I loved that he liked what I was doing. “Just keep it up and you’ll get a big reward,” As soon as I heard that I started eating like I have never eaten before! I didn’t even think about the machine still pounding away at my ass. He finally got off and kissed me. 

“I love tasting me on you,” Mike said. He straddled me and brushed my nipples. “You did very good boy, you ready for your reward?” He cooed.

“Yes sir,” I responded. He got off me and turned the machine off. Oh god. Then he took the cuffs off my feet. What is he doing? He uncuffed my hands too. “Sir?” I asked. He then untied my cock, and took my blindfold off. There he was. No more leather gear, just Mike, bare and hairy. 

“This is the part where its just you and just me,” Mike said. “No more sir, or master, just Mike,” He said taking me into his arms and helping me to my feet. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a very passionate kiss. I am so…. Happy and confused. I closed my eyes and put my arms around his neck. He lifted me up and I wrapped my lets around his waist. He laid me back down on the bed and started to grind against me. 

“Mike I want you,” I said and I could see the passion in his eyes. He reached over and pumped some lube in his hand then put it on his dick and my hole. He pressed up against me and I took a deep breath. He was in me. “Oh fuck!” I moaned. He started to pump into me.

“God Dustin, this is amazing,” He said. He didn’t speed up at all. Just slow and passionate. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist and he put both arms around my neck. Our torsos were pressed together while he slowly pumped in and out of me. He kissed my neck and I moaned. 

“Oh god Mike,” I moaned. 

“Oh Dustin,” He moaned back. “I think I’m about to…” He trailed off and started to pull out. I wrapped my legs tight and put my hands on his waist. 

“Do it in me,” I told him. He smiled and kept pumping. He kissed me and one of his hands took hold of my dick. He jerked me off fast and I let out a loud moan. “Mike I’m about to…” I started to say and then I exploded all over my chest. He erupted inside me at the same. I grabbed him tight and kissed him hard. He collapsed on top of me and we both just laid there for awhile. I ran my hands through his hair and he ran his hand up and down my side. We laid there cuddling and kissing for what seemed like hours. 

“We should probably shower,” Mike suggested. 

“Yea I think so too,” I chuckled. 

“And we are defiantly doing this again,” He said. “Knowing that you can handle the kinky side as well as the passionate side of me….I love it,” He kissed me again. 

“Well I love it too,” I said. “But I do have one really important question,” I asked as I got up and held my hand out for him. 

“Shoot,” He said taking my hand and standing next to me.

“Do you have to take me back to work in the box?” I asked. 

“Well…” He laughed and smacked my ass. He kissed me again and we went to shower. 

God I think I could love this man.

 When I was a young Uncle Tony was the Uncle that I was told not to spend too much time around, especially since he had been to prison, which of course had the opposite effect. I felt drawn to him, the rebel, the rule breaker, the bad boy with charisma and charm who had been locked up in clink.

 I would just sit at his flat and watch him in awe, 5’8” with short cropped brown hair, and slim face with eyes that had a hardened look. I would listen to the constant flow of vulgar language and mimic him, much to his amusement. He was incredibly lean and ripped, his slender upper torso a canvas of brightly coloured ink that I would admire as he walked around in nothing more than skimpy bikini briefs, my gaze more than just occasionally going to his bulky man bulge that filled the thin worn fabric pouch.

There had been many a time when he would get home from work to find me already at his bedsit apartment, skiving from school, sat in my uniform, and he would strip off his construction site work gear right there in front of me, and then walk around in nothing but those small ole briefs of his, the narrow waistband frayed at the edges, the elastic often gone allowing them to drop down lower than they should, especially at the rear, exposing a portion of crack as the damp fabric stuck up between his butt cheeks where his hole was, his hand often rummaging around inside the front pouch as he chatted to me, pulling and tugging on his equipment as if he wanted my attention drawn to his crotch, and my face blushing crimson red every time I thought he had caught me looking.

 If that was not enough to get my heart racing there were times he would take off his skimpy briefs too. Peel them down as he faced me and kick them away, his big man-sized junk swinging from side to side with low hanging balls swinging beneath, as I pretended not to be taking much notice. Stood stark naked right there in front of me, tugging down on sweaty bollocks, or pulling on loose droopy foreskin as if taunting me, daring me to look, which of course I did out of curiosity, as surreptitiously as possible, all the while fearing what I felt simmering inside.

 There was this one time he had gotten home from work on a particular hot summer day, he immediately stripped off his work gear and paraded around in those skimpy underpants, and pretty  soon those came off too. “Did you see my new tattoo?” he asked as he stood right in front of me, edging closer with flaccid uncut fat schlong dangling like a lure.
 
He points to his pubic bone, a bright shiny tattoo with colours still crisp, a large patch of pubic hair shaved away. “What do you fuckin’ think?” he asks as he leans in even closer, his thick floppy manhood now just inches away from my face, musky scent of unwashed cock drifting up into my nostrils.

 I respond with a stutter “y.. yeah it, it looks really g… g… g… great”

“I wasn’t asking about my fuckin’ cock you queer cunt” he says bluntly, giving it a good tug before raising his fingers to his nose and taking a whiff. I don’t think I could feel more embarrassed as I did in that moment, his cock hovering right in my face as I etched every minute detail of every vein, pore and blemish into my mind.

He gives me a swift slap on the back of the head as he gives a sadistic laugh “just fuckin teasing you lad is all. I know you aren’t really a poofter” and then he steps back, smirking at me, his hand going back to man junk and tugging it yet again. It is like he knows I lust after him, and knows I have had wet dreams about him, his cock becomes plump as if proof as he smirks at me, cock jutting out a little as he physically handles himself, scrutinising my reactions with narrowed eyes.

And there I am, just like a scared rabbit in headlights, motionless, unable to look away as he begins to get hard whilst I watch. Captivated by strong hand gripping growing cock.

 Then he gives another evil sadistic laugh and backs off into the bathroom before slamming the door and shouting “I am just going to have a quick wank”

 I wonder if it is an invite, but surly if that was the case he would have left the door ajar. I can hear him groaning, he is making no secret of his masturbatory pleasure, deep gasping breaths punctuated by “fuck yeah” as if he wants me to hear, as if he is getting off on me hearing him.

 I look down and see his briefs on the floor, pale blue and a little threadbare. Like all of his underwear they have seen better days, and I bet he has been wearing them more than one or two days on the trot. I pick them up as I listen to his continued gasps and groans, hearing him moaning “fuck” a few more times as I closely analyse the fabric at the pouch, still warm to the touch, the material stretched and worn from where his big cock has been pressed.

 “Oh yeah fuck come on” I hear him say loudly through closed bathroom door, and some primal instinct drives me to raise the pouch to my face, covering my nose and mouth and inhaling deeply on his potent stench. The rich ingrained odour of cock and balls so strong at first that I retch a little, but I hold them firmly in place, pushed against my face as I feel surges of arousal that make my cock twitch with pleasure.

“Oh fuck yes… yes… yes I am going to cum… Oh my fucking god yes” he shouts, his voice deep and manly.

I take one last deep inhale with my eyes closed before tossing them to the floor. The door swings open and he steps out, his face flushed as he grins from ear to ear, his cock only just starting to lose its rigidity, a long drizzle of cum hanging from piss slit like a creamy white stalactite.

“Shit I needed that” Uncle Tony says with a deep guttural gasp, picking up his underpants and using them to wipe away the dripping cum as his loose balls jiggle about, and then discarding the underpants, throwing them so that they land on the floor by my side of the couch. He wonders off to the kitchen, and nervously I pick them up and bundle them in my pocket for later, glancing over to see he has his back to me, and finding my attention on his perfectly rounded plump buttocks.

“Do you want coffee or tea?” Uncle Tony asks calmly, as if nothing that has happened is out of the ordinary…

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I am not a total bottom but although given a choice, that would always my preference. I generally like bigger guys and prefer being fucked. When the occasional arse presents itself, nonetheless, I am always up for the challenge. One such encounter came out of the blue one evening when I was on a business trip in a large coastal city.

If I may regress slightly, on previous visits to this location I found a reliable camping spot where I had enjoyed a mixed bag of success. The most notable of these happenstances was when I encountered a bulky farmer who was attending a trade show in the city, and who ended up spending two nights with me at my hotel. On the first evening, I had a rather naïve, if somewhat enjoyable encounter with him.

As we lay on the bed afterwards chatting, I mentioned that I particularly enjoyed Thai food and mentioned that there was an excellent restaurant that I loved visiting during my stays. I was then amazed that he had never eaten Thai food before. After donning the mantle of a raconteur and epicurean, I decided to broaden his gastronomic horizons by suggesting that he join me for a meal the following evening. Naturally, I then invited him to join me for dinner the following night, which he happily agreed to.

Sadly, the next evening was rather disappointing. Having hoped that his conservative approach to sex might be broadened, I alas found that he simply inflexible.

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On my following visit, however, things took a surprising turn when I sat staring at the ocean in the same camping area.

As I sat there, I soon became intrigued by a young man who was hovering about. In all honesty, he really wasn’t very good-looking and had a somewhat scruffy look about him.

Shamelessly, I must confess that once we spoke, I could clearly discern that he had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks. He was a small guy, no more than five-foot-six-inches tall and I have to admit that I really wasn’t initially overexcited about a possible encounter with him.

As he finally sat next to me, nonetheless, I found him quite charming in a pitiable way and as we communicated, a ‘butch’ spark ignited within me because it was abundantly clear that he was a bottom. Having not pounded an arse in a few months, I figured that a change of pace might be quite pleasant. The only concern in my mind, nevertheless, was that he might be a whore-boy.

Please believe me, although I really have no preconceptions about how people make a living. Paying for sex always exceeded my boundaries.

By the time we had arrived back in my hotel room and were sipping on our beers in my room, I had become exceptionally horny and was dying to fuck him. Regrettably, the penny then dropped as he looked at his very well-worn trainers and enthusiastically told me about a pair he had seen that day.

“How much do they cost?” I asked, almost exasperated and disappointed by my premonition.

When he mentioned the paltry price, nonetheless, my former limitations suddenly broadened. I also have to admit that when I took the required bank notes out of my wallet and handed them over to him, the look of delight on his face was well worth the ‘inconvenience.’

His name was Albie and in honesty, he wasn’t the brightest guy on the planet. I did, nevertheless, respect the fact that he was attending a Technicon nearby to specialise in some or other trade.

After our ‘transaction,’ the show then got on the road.

What happened next, however, turned out to be mesmerizing and incredibly memorable. After encasing his ‘boyish’ body, Albie, literally gave himself to me. The way he kissed me and allowed me to vanquish him was a complete mental mind-fuck. I had never heard such seductive whimpers before and it was as if he totally melded with me in a state of complete ecstasy. Albie’s lithe body made me feel like I was a total stud, having captured a sylphlike nymph in a magical forest.

Every fibre of my being became engorged by a primal lust to subjugate him to my whim. It was as if I had become a horny pan-like creature in pursuit of a hedonistic elixir of gratification as lust surged through my veins.

Shortly, my eager fingers that by now had slipped into his tracksuit pants were frantically molesting his manhole. The sounds that Albie now began sensually groaning practically drove me into a sense of carnal madness.

I truthfully cannot remember removing our clothing before I had pinned him on the bed. In an instant, however, my vexed cock slid into his portal as his subtle legs clamped onto my lower back. The indulgence that now encompassed my entire being was beyond description, as his welcoming throbbing sleeve of pleasure massaged my eager cock.

Next, Albie’s head swayed from side to side as a new repertoire of lustful sounds from him invited my assault. In total ecstasy, I finally unloaded into his arse in a state of total rapture.

As Albie was about to leave that evening, I invited him to join me for supper the following night.

The following afternoon I was very pleased as I watched him approaching my hotel, observing what appeared to be the new trainers that he was wearing.

After proudly showing them off to me, we ordered our dinner

As we sat on the patio consuming our meal, I scarcely heard a word that he was saying as he babbled on endlessly. All I could think about was my next excursion into his tunnel of enchantment.

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It had been awhile since I went the commercial route for my fun but I was bored one night and started checking out Rentmen profiles.

As I’ve mentioned before, when renting a stud, my criteria ain’t exactly scientific: muscular, piggy, hung like a horse and preferably black.

There was the guy who previously pounded my ass hard but I fancied something a little new and different, so kept my searching and landed on a guy’s profile which was hard not to notice. Truly a beautiful muscular man. His pics were a variety of soft and then total edgy in leather harnesses or a jock strap. Gorgeous shelf like ass and a nice big black dick for me to play with.

But despite, the 9”, he claimed to be more bottom.

Still, I was intrigued and something in his profile made me think I knew him so I actually took the time to read the wording of his profile (first time for everything) and in it he identified a well known porn studio that he had done work with.

Of course I had to go onto pornhub and check him and out and then realised that he seemed familiar because I had enjoyed watching his pornos. 

One in particular, he is dressed in a suit with these two white guys walking down the street and they end up tag teaming him in their apartment. 

Was actually a nicely done porn. I don’t remember the conversation but it had all those hot reveals where sexy men undress each other and in this, this sexy black guy was on his knees unbuckling jeans and swallowing white dick before they tag teamed him on the sofa.

In these porns he always took dick with a condom so I wondered, should I ask or just behave?

Anyway, despite the bottom status and the bareback uncertainty, he was definitely worth pursuing, so I grabbed his WhatsApp number and sent the obligatory note; “Hey man, saw you on Rentmen, 44 year old, here, fit, 8.5” cut, piggy, hosting, poppers, jock straps and swap loads. Interested?”

He clearly was not having a busy night hooking because he texted me back almost instantly and asked me to share some pics.

“Sexy daddy” was his reply after I sent him some dick pics and bod shots.

We hashed out what I was looking for and like I’ve done in the past, I felt like a little role play would be a fun way to spend my £250.

I told him to wear a jock, be lubed and ready, put on some tight form fitting jeans, a tight t shirt, bottle of poppers in the front jeans pocket and be ready for a good breeding. 

I figured if I asked for pre-lubed ass and mentioned breeding he would either correct me and we’d play safe, or we’d just organically fuck raw.

Well, it turned out, natural organics was his preference too and we shared in full confidence our status which was, well, perfectly in sync and appropriate for condom free breeding.

We agreed to take a couple of hours to get ready and I went about showering and cleaning up in the hopes that he would flip flop fuck with me.

He arrived very punctually, (bonus points for that) and when he came into my kitchen, we embraced and kissed straight away while bantering about little shit here and there.

“Want something to drink,” I asked? 

He grabbed the bulge of his crotch and smirked at me, “I wanna drink your load daddy.” 

I think I let out an audible gulp when he said that and we went back to making out and grinding our bodies against each other completely abandoning the idea of a drink before getting down to business.

His ass, even with the jeans still on was a magnificent thing to hold and because we were the same height, it was very easy to cup his cheeks while we mashed our lips together.

I pushed his back against the front door and put my hands on his shoulders.

After kissing him I asked, “where are those poppers like daddy asked?”

“Left front pocket, have at ‘em,” he replied.

I dug into his pocket and at first I thought he somehow bought the biggest bottle of poppers ever made until I realised that my hand was rubbing up against a beer can thick 9” dick arching to the left over his thigh.

I Always like a guy with meaty thighs, big shelf ass and of course the hot as sin body and huge black cock. This guy had it all.

We made out, groped each other, he was an amazing kisser.

“Hope you like the jock strap I chose for you,” he said while I fumbled with his belt buckle.

Going back to porn, my absolute favourite part is the reveal where a guy slowly undoes the jeans of another guy and reveals sexy underwear, slowly tugs the jeans down, you start to see the outline of a boner, there is some licking through the fabric and then the undies come down and out plops the dick.

Back to my man leaning up against the kitchen door, his jeans unbuckled, I popped the buttons one by one, tugged them down around his thighs and revealed a sexy as fuck leather jock strap straining with the thickness of his bone.

I poppered up and got down on my knees running my hands over his washboard abs and down to his meaty thick thighs, licking the package of his jock while squeezing his cheeks.

This particular jockstrap actually tasted really good, the leathery taste that is, but I was not eye level with 9” so I could taste leather so I tugged it down and his fat black dick fell into my face. 

“You like?” He smirked.

I didn’t even answer, I just poppered up some more and started to suck his beautiful dick. He grabbed the poppers and snorted a huge hit while letting me work on his cock.

We kept playing around like this for awhile and eventually switched positions as  he was slobbering all over my big curved white dick. This boy could suck dick and for whatever reason, he made me so achingly hard which felt great.

As he sucked away he started to finger my ass and in my popper blow job bliss I thought, “great, I get some dick too!”

After awhile of this, we were both naked on the bed fucking like bunnies. I gave him a good load of cum in his ass, he shot one into my face after fucking me and then after a short rest, he rode me holding onto my hands and I pumped a second load inside his perfect ass.

This was not the only time we hooked up, but this was the only time he charged which became a kinda cool dirty secret with me.

We actually became friends and at one point because I swam a lot he even asked me if I would show him how to swim.

Secretly I had hoped he would show up in something sexy at the swimming pool and when I saw the speedo he chose, it was a total distraction. I took every excuse to let me hand brush his ass cheeks through the black speedo fabric or give his knob a squeeze when certain no one was looking.

When the lessons were over, we’d go have a shower and fool around as we could safely. He actually slid down my bone in the shower once after a swim and took my cock balls deep until someone came in and he hopped off my cock.

This went on for a long time and usually, after he had been tricking all night, or on a quiet night, he’d text saying he wanted to fuck. 

I was always clear about the payment issue and he would always just reply, “nah mate, just sex.”

Sometimes after we’d fuck, he would stay over and although we never did anything together outside of the house, it became this weird friendship where this hot sexy escort would call me for dick versus the other way around.

Maybe I should have taken up the profession too?

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A Bit Of Trouble

Aidan was in deep, deep trouble. What was he to do about Heathcliff’s direct confession? At least, he believed it to be a confession, and it wasn’t right to think it so. For some reason, Heathcliff continued his game of driving Aidan nuts and seemed utterly oblivious to how that made his bed partner of convenience feel.

In all truth, he felt pretty damn good. Having Heathcliff tell him that he liked him was a remarkable achievement. It had to be, although Aidan wondered if that was something Heathcliff told anyone who ended between the sheets with him.

To protect himself, he had laughed it off. At least, for now, while they were having a so-called business lunch, he could focus on work. That was easier said than done. Heathcliff looked at him from across the table with all knowing eyes. Most probably, it was written all over him that he was falling for his charge fast.

He coughed and tried to bring Heathcliff around to what he needed him to hear.

“You will have to be a little more pro-active in how you promote the product,” he explained. “They want you to drink it in front of the camera, praise its qualities, you know the drill.”

Heathcliff frowned. “It would look a bit pushy, don’t you think? People understand I must earn a living, but if I try to stuff this thing down their throats –”

“Wouldn’t they think you a hypocrite if you advertised a product and you didn’t try it?” Aidan quirked an eyebrow, hoping he looked serious enough and Heathcliff wouldn’t derail him with innuendo and why not.

But it looked like Heathcliff was all business, too. He leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “I suppose you have a point. But I did taste the product, and I must say it tastes like any generic drink of this type. I won’t tell a blatant lie. When I tell my subscribers that my videos are sponsored, it’s one thing. But if I began blabbing about how this drink will get them ten-inch cocks or D cups, depending on what they’d like to have, that would be true hypocrisy.”

Aidan knew Heathcliff was right, but he still needed to do his job. “You’re not advertising some male enhancement product,” he said thinly. “These shakes are useful for people who work out regularly.”

“I’d rather they took their protein from fresh, clean sources, not off the shelf in the form of a generic shake,” Heathcliff replied calmly.

“Oh, sorry, Mr. I-have-plenty-of-time-to-cook-every-meal, but that’s not feasible for most people,” Aidan pointed out.

Heathcliff looked at him, a bit surprised. “That’s a pretty good argument. Okay, I’ll give it to you. You have a point. Still, you need to meet me in the middle. Everyone knows I don’t drink protein shakes. Everything about me is one hundred percent natural. No shortcuts.”

Aidan threw Heathcliff a brief look. Didn’t he know that first hand? “Your ego, too?” he said, instead of voicing how right he believed Heathcliff to be on this topic.

“Hitting below the belt, bunny boy?” Heathcliff leaned over the table and whispered while his deep blue eyes set on Aidan, making him blush. “You dragged me here, to this place, per your boss’s instructions, and told me we should keep it business-like. Don’t worry; two can play this game.”

Aidan recoiled from the accusation. Of course, Heathcliff was right. “I apologize. It was uncalled for. And you do make a strong point. Please, tell me, what would you suggest?”

“Get me the complete list of ingredients. I will break them down for the people watching, and explain why the shakes your company sells could be used as a replacement, from time to time, to healthy, complete meals. I will still insist on the importance of clean eating and cooking at home. I would present busy people with an alternative, but not any of that mumbo-jumbo with how amazing the product is. I won’t turn into an infomercial monkey. And, yes, in case you’re wondering, not even for the sake of your pretty eyes.”

“Ouch,” Aidan pursed his lips, “you do know how to hit back, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” Heathcliff said with satisfaction. “You can ask anything of me, and by that, I mean anything that’s not work-related.”

“Really?” Aidan cocked one head to the side. “What if I want you to come with me to karaoke and make a fool of yourself in front of strangers by singing out of tune? Will you do that?”

“Is that your idea of a date? I must warn you; I’m a pretty good singer.”

“Of course you are.” Aidan shook his head. There was no way to win against this guy. He had way too many aces up his sleeves. “Okay, I will take this idea to the higher-ups, and I’ll see what they say. After that, I’ll get back to you, and then you can offer your input once again. What do you say?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Aidan blinked. “What question?”

“Is going to karaoke your idea of a great date? Do you like karaoke?”

“I do like karaoke, but there’s no –”

“Let’s go then.”

“What? Now?” Aidan asked, alarmed.

“No, my perfect little professional employee. Some evening. You pick the time.”

Aidan exhaled. “Okay. Now –”

“Hey, Heath, long time, no see!” Someone interrupted him mid-sentence.

The newcomer ignored Aidan entirely and looked like he was about to climb into Heathcliff’s lap. Aidan glanced at him while trying to figure out what the best course of action would be, given the circumstances.

The man looked like the usual type Heathcliff was known to take to bed. He wasn’t Matt or Heathcliff’s friend from the birthday party, but he was as drop-dead gorgeous as them. Aidan could feel his chest hurting a little as he stared at the newcomer and Heathcliff. Now that looked like the perfect picture.

Which was two gorgeous men conversing in a fancy restaurant, looking like they were about to leave together and enjoy each other, as it was normal – that was what Aidan saw. If he needed a wakeup call, it was right in front of his eyes. For now, Heathcliff liked him, but just as much he liked this guy and dozens of others. As amazing as he was as a person and a fitness trainer, Heathcliff Stone was a playboy, a player, and Aidan had no business to believe him. He looked down, finding for the time being, more interesting to stare at his fingernails than pay any attention to what was happening across from him.

“Hi,” Heathcliff said to the newcomer. “Sorry, it seems my memory is slipping … What’s your name?”

Aidan looked up at Heathcliff over the table. He was so nonchalant in his admittance of not remembering the other man’s name. The newcomer didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, Heath, you’re such a teaser!”

That Aidan had to agree with him.

“It’s Han; how could you forget?” The guy touched Heathcliff’s forearm teasingly, just with the tips of his fingers.

“I know a lot of people. It happens,” Heathcliff said without – at least Aidan saw it that way – one ounce of remorse.

Han seemed to be pretty dense. He just laughed at Heathcliff’s dismissal and continued. “Anyways, I was so dying to see you again. How about we hang out? Unless you’re busy,” he threw over his shoulder while looking briefly at Aidan. “Sorry, you guys were in a business meeting, right? I could tell after the formal … everything,” he gestured around, at the papers spread on the table.

Aidan made a move to pick them up. “We were just finishing here,” he said with a perfunctory smile.

Heathcliff placed one hand over the papers. “No, we weren’t.”

Aidan looked at him and instantly felt a small chill. Heathcliff’s eyes were hard, and no trace of his usual playfulness could be seen in them.

“Ah,” Han interjected, completely oblivious to the silent exchange taking place in front of his eyes. “Call me later?”

“I don’t think so,” Heathcliff replied, without taking his eyes off Aidan.

“Tomorrow then?”

Heathcliff finally moved his eyes away, allowing Aidan to breathe. “Can’t you take a hint?”

“Wow, someone’s in a mood,” Han replied and took a small step back. “Never mind. I’m back in town. Give me a call when you’re less busy. Bye!”

Aidan had to give it to Han. He knew how to make an honorable retreat. The blue eyes returned to him, and he gulped. He had a feeling he wouldn’t like what Heathcliff wanted to say next. So he hurried to be the first to speak.

“Why did you have to be so rude with Han?” he asked.

“Why do you care? Is he a friend of yours?” Heathcliff said smoothly.

“No, he is one of yours.”

“No, he’s not.”

“Well, at least, you were acquaintances. And I thought you were nice to everyone.”

“I’m not nice to people pestering me. You should know that. But let’s talk about something else that annoys me. Why are you so quick to abandon the ship? Are you my real babysitter or what? Is enough for some random dude to walk over and you’re ready to hand me over?”

“Wow.” Aidan put both his hands up. “Why are you so upset? I thought you liked handsome men.”

Heathcliff seemed to ponder over what he would say next. “Is this business lunch over?”

Aidan could not fathom what the hell had gotten into Heathcliff. The man was a sight when he was pissed, his eyes cold, yet burning, his handsome face cut in stone. Aidan could not recall ever seeing him like this. He hated to leave things in such a state of affairs and go to work earlier than estimated, but he doubted he could deal with Heathcliff at the moment. Aidan didn’t know him well enough.

“I guess,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll tell my boss about your request, and get back to you with his input in a few days, I believe. Sometimes he takes a while to decide on things he believes important. What are you doing? This business lunch goes on the company’s tab!”

He tried to wrestle Heathcliff over the bill, as while he was busy talking, the waiter had materialized next to their table. It was no surprise that Heathcliff managed to fight him off without a problem.

Heathcliff said nothing, but after sending the waiter away with his usual smile, he stood up brusquely.

Aidan hated this, whatever it was. He needed to say something and find out what the hell was going on, but he could not find the right words.

“Come. We’re going back home,” Heathcliff said shortly.

Aidan traipsed behind Heathcliff out of the restaurant, his heart beating faster, no idea why.

***

Heathcliff was getting a bit annoyed with Aidan. So, after being told right to his face the naked truth, bunny boy still didn’t believe him to be serious. Yes, that had happened fast, so fast actually that it had taken him by surprise, too.

But he was no confused teenager, and he knew what he wanted, which was for Aidan to understand that he was telling the truth. How hard could that be? Okay, so he had the reputation of a playboy, and it didn’t help that Aidan had seen him at work firsthand. He was honest, though, and he hadn’t ever told anyone he liked him. He had praised his bed partners for many things, and he had been courteous, but he had never said those words.

The whole thing was starting to feel a little frustrating. Was he moving too fast? It didn’t feel like that. For him, things were simple. And Aidan liked him back, and just had to say it, not flippantly, not as a joke.

Maybe he needed to move forward to the next stage and drag Aidan after him. As things were, they would not get anywhere.

Heathcliff needed more than hot sex to convince Aidan he was the real deal. That would come later, he thought, as he looked out the car window while Aidan was driving them back to his place. For now, hot sex still had to do.

***

Aidan was unsure whether it was a good idea to deal with Heathcliff right now. He shook his head. What was he afraid of, anyway? Heathcliff was just a spoiled fitness guru, and he needed to see that his constant teasing didn’t work. It wasn’t like Aidan to back down, so he had to set things right, once and for all.

“What exactly made you act like that at the restaurant?” he asked, without any introduction, as soon as they were inside.

Heathcliff didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled Aidan into his arms fast, locking their lips together. It wasn’t fair, Aidan thought, as he felt like eyelids fluttering and the usual response growing inside him with Heathcliff’s firm touch. One hand was in his hair, making a fist, not hurtful, but a warning, nonetheless, and the other arm was wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to the other.

If things were this simple. Aidan pulled Heathcliff closer, as it was the only thing he could think of. He barely kept a gasp, as Heathcliff hiked him up into his arms, leaving Aidan no choice but to use his legs as leverage and wrap them around the other’s midsection.

His back was against the wall, and they were dry humping, but Aidan couldn’t say he was complaining. Heathcliff’s mouth was hot on his, and it made him dizzy with desire. In short, it wasn’t fair.

He was breathing hard when Heathcliff let his mouth free.

“Aidan,” Heathcliff said, his blue eyes still burning, “is it that hard to believe that I like you and only you?”

He gulped, feeling his throat getting tighter and tighter, threatening to cut his air supply. “I … really?”

“Yes, really. I know what you’re thinking. That any moment, I’ll kick you at the curb, and there will be another guy in my bed, like usual.”

“You’re right,” Aidan admitted. “But you can’t blame me for it. I mean, it’s part of who you are, right? This playboy persona.”

Heathcliff rocked his hips slowly, making their crotches rub together. Aidan licked his lips and closed his eyes for a second. “It’s just sex, isn’t it?”

“You’re asking me this like you’re about to cry,” Heathcliff replied.

Aidan’s eyes snapped open. “Screw you, Stone. No one’s crying.”

“I know,” Heathcliff said with a small smile. “I’m just teasing you. But I need you to look at me and understand.”

“If you want that, put me down, and stop teasing me. How will I go to work with this raging boner?”

Heathcliff chuckled. “I believe that’s no challenge for you. I know you to be perfect in every way,” he whispered the last words into Aidan’s ear, making him shiver.

“Seriously, Stone. How can I believe you when you’re like this all the time?”

“Like this how?” Heathcliff pulled back only a fraction so that they could stare into each other’s eyes.

“You’re overwhelming,” Aidan stated. “I’m a complete noob, okay, I admit it, and you’re playing in the big league. It’s enough for you to touch me and I … just completely come undone.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were this easy,” Heathcliff said with a smirk.

“Apparently I am,” Aidan replied and frowned.

He was getting a bit weary with Heathcliff’s taunts.

“Elaborate,” Heathcliff demanded directly.

“You’re you.” Aidan sighed. “Handsome, no, gorgeous, okay? Famous. Dozens of conquests under your belt. And I’m me. Normal. Ordinary. Maybe adequate. And also someone who’s never been in this sort of situation. How do you think this feels for me?”

Heathcliff wasn’t smiling anymore. He slowly put Aidan down and moved away. Aidan looked after him, feeling all helpless and vulnerable. If Heathcliff sent him out the door that very instant, he would go. And with all the due regrets, it would be the right thing.

“What would you like me to do?” Heathcliff asked.

Aidan blinked and stared at the other for a while. “What do you mean?” he barely managed to say.

“I understand where you’re coming from. And that’s why I suggest something else. Let’s play by your rules.”

“My rules? I’m not sure I have any.”

“So make them as we go. I do like you, Aidan, and I want you to see it. So, what would make you happy right now?”

Could he really believe Heathcliff? He wasn’t smiling or joking anymore. So, maybe he was serious. But Aidan was not some fool to think that Heathcliff Stone was in the mood to change for him and suddenly become all monogamous.

“I think I should go back to work,” he said stiffly.

Heathcliff didn’t look at him. He just made a gesture, pointing the door to Aidan with the open palm, inviting him to leave. It felt wrong to walk away like this, but Aidan knew that it had to be the right thing. It was like two parts of him were pulling him apart, each one in the opposite direction. Something stupid, like a verse from a song telling that the heart always told the truth, came to mind. He shook it off.

So, it had come to an end, after all. He would not cry over spilled milk. Slowly, he moved and walked through the door, without a word. Out of the house, he looked up, in a small effort to clear his head. The bright summer sky seemed to mock him.

***

He was a complete mess on the inside. The last thing he needed was for his boss to give him a lecture. Apparently, he was in for one, anyway.

“Spark, can’t you just control this man?”

“He does have a point, sir,” he replied, feeling tired and in no mood to take his boss’s bullshit, too. “His followers and subscribers believe in him because he’s always honest.”

“He was fussy about accepting our offer. He’s a money grabber like anyone else,” his boss replied sharply.

Aidan knew that wasn’t fair. Heathcliff’s agent hadn’t negotiated some impossible deal. It looked like his boss found it very convenient to overlook the fact that Heathcliff advertising their product saved them big money in marketing spending.

“I think it would convince plenty of people that what we’re selling is of good quality. Having someone like Heathcliff Stone explain the benefits of our shakes is ideal. It would not be just an exaggerated ad. People don’t believe in such things nowadays, anyway.”

His boss was staring at him over the tent made by his hands. “Are you questioning advertising methods that have been working for years, Spark?”

Aidan squared his shoulders. “Yes, I am, sir. With all due respect.”

“Let’s make it interesting then.” His boss stood up and rummaged through a folder case. “I want to see these numbers by the end of the quarter.”

Aidan looked at the graphs and frowned. At first glance, the task seemed impossible. But he had faith in Heathcliff and his ability to convince people. The guy’s honesty was one of his biggest perks.

“Get me this, and next year, that creative position will be yours.”

“And if I don’t?” Aidan looked up, staring his boss into his eyes.

“Then you will toil for greatness from the position you presently occupy for a couple more years.”

Aidan pondered.

“No moment like the present, Spark,” his boss interrupted his thoughts. “What will it be? Do you have it in you to put our advertising asset, aka Heathcliff Stone, to work? Or do you think you still have more to learn and it would serve you to be the office’s workhorse for a while?”

“I would like that list of ingredients, sir,” Aidan said instead of a direct reply.

His boss slammed the desk in satisfaction. “That’s the attitude, Spark! You’ll have it by the end of the day! Dismissed!”

Aidan had a mind to ask how come they didn’t have the list of ingredients somewhere around. Maybe he could just glean over it by getting one of those shakers. Funny thing, no one in the office drank them.

“What are you dallying for?” his boss asked, seeing how he remained unmoved.

“Don’t we have the list of ingredients here, at the headquarters?”

“We’re doing this by the book, Spark!” the man barked. “We’ll have the list that is certified by our research lab, not just the fine print from the product.”

“Why? Isn’t that complete?”

“It’s not official enough, Spark. How long have you been with us? Aren’t you familiar with our protocols already?”

Protocols. Sort of the most significant thing the big kahuna cared about. Aidan nodded quickly. There was no need to enrage his boss with his hesitations.

“I understand, sir,” he said while standing up and catching his hand right in time before he ended up saluting like a soldier.

Now the only problem was to interact with Heathcliff. There was nothing left between them of whatever had been until then, but they could maintain a professional relationship. At least, he hoped so.

***

“What’s happening?” Michael questioned him. “I only do house calls like this when there’s a serious situation,” he added jokingly.

Heathcliff wasn’t in the mood to laugh, no matter how much he appreciated his friend’s sense of humor. “Aidan is driving me nuts. He doesn’t believe me! Can you believe it?” he said, throwing his arms in defeat.

“Actually, I do,” Michael said matter-of-factly.

“Not you, too.” Heathcliff groaned and covered his eyes.

“Hey, if you didn’t think so too, you wouldn’t have called me.”

Heathcliff sighed deeply. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re the romantic, Michael. How do you do it? I mean, do your boyfriends believe you when you tell them that you like them?”

“I tell them I love them, which is a different thing,” Michael replied.

“Love.” Heathcliff snorted. “It’s too strong a word. It would sound phony, and I don’t love Aidan. I just like him very, very much. It’s not like me to lie.”

“You may not love Aidan yet,” Michael pointed out, “but you’re obviously falling for him.”

“We’re not fifteen,” Heathcliff groaned, “no one’s falling for anyone.”

“Really? Then what’s with the rush? Why don’t you just have fun with Aidan while it lasts?”

“I want more than just have fun! I want him to believe him when I tell him that I like him!” Heathcliff gestured with his hands.

“Hey, take a chill pill, will you?” Michael leaned into his chair. “Let’s say Aidan believes you. What do you expect to happen next?”

“For him to tell me the same.”

“He did tell you the same.”

Heathcliff pursed his lips while looking at his friend. “Yeah, he did. But it’s not enough.”

“All right, back to the previous question. What would you like to happen next? So you two like each other … let’s take it from there.”

“I want him to fall for me.”

“Okay, stop it right there. Where did ‘no one’s falling for anyone’ go? Your words, not mine.”

“I was talking about me,” Heathcliff said curtly.

“OMFG,” Michael started laughing, “you’re afraid you will end up more in love with him than he in love with you! Okay, excuse me while I do a little victory dance.”

Heathcliff looked at his friend with murderous eyes as Michael stood up from his chair and dabbed or something like that. “Are you finished with your antics? And what kind of victory dance is that?”

“A short version,” Michael said promptly while sitting back into his chair. “I knew you wouldn’t appreciate it.”

“I don’t,” Heathcliff replied. “Now could we return to my current predicament?”

“There’s no predicament. You’re just a bit of a selfish ass. But I’ll help you since you’re my best friend and I would really like to be your best man at the wedding. I have a feeling that role would suit me.”

“Again, with that.” Heathcliff sighed and looked up like he needed to beg the heavens to give him the patience to deal with Michael. “No one gets married, don’t worry. I need Aidan to like me back.”

“I thought you wanted him to love you. Big difference and not only of semantics, Heath,” Michael said.

“Okay,” he admitted, his irritation growing. “Will you help me or not? We didn’t part today on best terms, and I have a feeling I’m losing him.”

“Did you two have a fight? Over what?”

“Over him not believing me. That’s the only thing we don’t seem to agree on. He would throw me to the first guy that came to me, can you even imagine that?”

Michael shook his head with mirth. “I have the perfect advice for you. Let your bunny breathe a little. Everything happens a bit fast; don’t you think?”

“Fast? I had to stop you from going on one knee on three different occasions. And I was right.”

“You were,” Michael admitted with a big sigh. “None of them was the one for me. The question is: is Aidan the one for you?”

Heathcliff nodded shortly. “As we speak, yes.”

“Okay, then here’s my take. Aidan must feel overwhelmed, having someone famous and well known for his sexcapades all over him, telling him how much he likes him.”

“Are you psychic?” Heathcliff stared at his friend in disbelief. “That’s about what he told me.”

“I’m not psychic; I just have an ounce of common sense.”

Heathcliff grimaced. “All right. Go on.”

“So stop overwhelming him. Show him that you enjoy his company outside the bedroom.”

“We did go out for ice cream.”

It was Michael’s turn to look up at the sky, praying without words.

“Show a bit of restraint, Heath. Don’t mention anything about how much you like him for a while. Let things happen naturally. He’ll come around. You’ll see. In the meantime, show him why you deserve to be looked at as more than just some playboy with the sole agenda of fucking as many guys as possible within the shortest time. Think of this as a marathon, not a sprint.”

“Okay,” Heathcliff admitted. “So I should stop telling him that I like him.”

“And pressuring him into responding to that. C’mon, Heath. It should be easy for you. Just have fun, the two of you.”

“Outside the bedroom.”

“And inside it. No one says that you two should be like monks or something. Just tone it down. You’re scaring the boy.”

“Okay, that sounds like good advice. But what if he believes that I’m not serious about him?”

“What he believes tells you what you need to do. Make him believe that you’re serious. You must do the whole enchilada. Friends, family, long talks about the virtues of decaffeinated coffee –”

“No one drinks coffee in this house.”

“You know what I mean. Talk to him. About everything. Make him part of your life, for real. Then he will see his place in it.”

“That should be tough since he’s always caught up in that demanding job of his.”

“Quantity is not everything. Spend quality time with him.”

“You sound like a glossy magazine, Mikey,” Heathcliff said, with a smile.

“Maybe I do. But that’s the whole point.”

“How come you’re not in a relationship, the kind you want to be in, Mikey?” Heathcliff asked, now feeling a little better.

Michael sighed. “I don’t seem capable of finding the right guy.”

“How come?”

“Do you really have to ask? You’re the one who saved me from three marital suicide attempts.”

“I’m sorry. I did what I thought to be best for you.”

“Don’t be sorry. You were right on all three occasions. The first was cheating on me, the second had a serious drug problem, and the third … well, I guess he thought it would be a good scheme to marry me for money. So, all in all, I have you to thank, despite whatever unpleasant words I had in store for you while being all caught up in rosy dreams of marital bliss.”

“So who’s now on the chopping block?” Heathcliff joked, to lighten the atmosphere for a bit.

He hated it when Michael went all gloomy. There were drawbacks to being a hopeless romantic. Michael didn’t want to see the bad in people when he liked them. Otherwise, he was a relatively good judge of character. But when he was love-struck, he tended to behave like nothing could go wrong in his relationship. Heathcliff had had a tough time with him on a few occasions.

“No one. And I think I’ll just have fun for a while.”

“Are you just going to hook up? You?” Heathcliff grinned. “I’ve never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“I don’t need to cruise dating apps, you ass,” Michael said playfully. “There’s a new dancer. Don’t smile like that. He didn’t sleep with me to get the job. He did it after.”

“So, how come you’re not rushing on one knee?”

“I don’t feel the need. This guy is good in the sack, but otherwise, we have nothing in common. Actually, we’re a bit at odds. He’s a stubborn and quite opinionated prick.”

“And how come you two ended up doing the horizontal cha-cha?”

“I wish I had a good explanation for that. But one moment, we were arguing over something, that people could hear us through the door, and the next, I was taking him over the desk.”

“You did it in your office? Kinky.” Heathcliff smirked.

“Yeah. And the next one, we were back to arguing.”

“So what’s the deal with him?”

“He did ballet. I try to explain to him we’re in a different vein of entertainment. He’s so full of himself, I want to strangle him a little.”

“I suppose he’s hot.”

Michael smiled. “That he is. But don’t worry. This is one relationship that you won’t have to save me from.”

“So, was it a one-time thing or more?” Heathcliff questioned.

“Funny thing, from Saturday until today, we fucked three times. We’re still arguing over how we should do things. If it’s someone to cure me of my hopeless romanticism, he should be the one.”

“Whatever works for you, my friend. But wait, didn’t you go on a date yesterday?”

“Don’t remind me. It was just a disaster and a failed attempt. I was expecting that, though. For now, screwing my employee, as bad as that sounds, will have to do.”

Heathcliff chuckled. “It sounds like you’re already in a relationship with this guy.”

“It’s nothing of the kind. And I shouldn’t even say this. I might have screwed him, but he’s the one screwing with my head. Or, at least, trying to. So, if you don’t need me, I need to meet him again and go over his routine. If he continues to bug me, he won’t spend a lot of time as my employee.”

“Make sure to fuck his brains out until you give him notice then.”

“Now that sounds like good advice, too,” Michael replied with a small smile.

It felt right to hear Michael talk like that. When it came to relationships, Michael was just too intense. A little fun couldn’t hurt him. In the meantime, he needed to play his cards right with Aidan because somewhere, somehow, he had failed.

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“I do have the list for you,” Aidan said after a short greeting. “When should I give it to you?”

“Aren’t you coming home tonight? Just bring it with you,” Heathcliff replied.

Aidan hoped a short conversation over the phone wouldn’t feel too hurtful. The moment he heard Heathcliff’s voice, a mix of feelings began roiling up his gut. He had protected himself for nothing.

“Um, I thought we were like … done?” he said in a meek voice.

“We’re not done.”

Aidan clasped the wheel hard. He understood why driving and talking on the phone shouldn’t mix.

“Is it what you want, Aidan? To be done with me?” Heathcliff’s voice seemed serious, and a tiny bit sad.

“No,” he admitted, cursing himself for it.

“Then come home. We have much to talk about.”

“Okay.”

He should have felt that it was wrong as he turned the car. But no, it felt good. Actually, it felt awesome, and his heart was beating fast.

TBC

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ON ALL FOURS

It was a horny second day. It was intensely erotic to wake up naked before my naked son and having his mouth kissing me good morning. We embraced a little touching each other. He had repented of nothing and in fact he loved me and was showing me. He suggested going naked to breakfast and I agreed and we left the bed. It was pornographic that we were so hard.

Of course as soon as we started breakfast, I grasped his cock with the aim to make him cum for the first time today but he told me.

-I’m not gonna jack you off now, Bert, cause my intention is to suck my boyfriend’s cock every morning before you go to the station.

-Then I’ll do the same. You should also go to college every morning having first cum in your father’s mouth. I’ll stop the masturbation in order to blow you later.

-I’ll be first, dad.

He finished breakfast soon for he hadn’t had any cake this morning, telling me he was only hungry for my cock. When he saw I had also finished, he took a suitable position to suck my cock again. I would never behave stupidly with Brad now. It was obvious he was in love and he had the right to have sexual fun with me whenever he so desired it and with whatever fun he wanted. He showed me he had really learnt. I could see how well he wanted to treat his father’s genitalia and have me on fire many times every day. So as not to cum soon, I wanted to get somewhat distracted looking at his cute face, at the fun he was expressing having incest and gay sex, two things completely unexpected for him just yesterday, and now his only desires. But focusing on his face was enough to make me cum. I was not sorry; he could suck my cock now as many times he desired, but he should go to college and I should go to work and the first blowjobs every morning had to be short. And now I would have the happiness of sucking Brad’s cock again.

I think that I was still cumming when I instantly took his dick in my mouth. It would be the third blowjob I would give him. Soon I would not be able to remember how many times I had sucked his cock, but so far I was counting them. As if he knew he also needed to cum soon, he moaned increasingly harder till the moment came when he regaled his father with a new sample of his masculine nectar.

It was even hot to see my son with clothes off again after having spent so many hours naked. He was sexy with clothes or without them. We kissed fondly first and we headed to our respective destinations.

It was impossible not to be hard all morning, thinking that today my son would even fuck me, but I could be hard behind my window where I sold the train tickets. The hours of that morning were slow, for I only wanted to be back home with my lover but at last I was back home. He was not there yet, but half an hour later, I saw him through the living room window walking home and I ran to the bathroom first, quickly took everything off and awaited him on all fours, supposing he would enter the bathroom to piss first and he would surprise me there awaiting his dick to finally pop my cherry.

-Oh, you have startled me, Bert, but so hot to look at your cool ass.

-I was waiting for you like this in order to make you really horny and desiring to fuck your father now, as you promised me yesterday.

He was relieving his bladder and in that moment he asked me.

-Do we have the deal that you’ll fuck me next, Bert?

-I know you love me, Brad, and need your father to fuck you. So ok, I compromise and I’ll have to do it. But I’ve spent years fancying your cock up my butt. You have to be first.

And then he approached me after having finished peeing and told me he was gonna try and kissing me previously with real love in his eyes and first tasting my ass with his tongue, he finally sighed and telling me I loved him so he should do it, he finally thrust his sexy rod up my ass.

It was painful, of course, since it was my first time, but I knew I would be able to withstand this pain for soon it could be ecstasy and in a way it was. The feeling of having Brad fucking his father at last was an overwhelming sensation and I knew that after some minutes of pain, I could enjoy my son’s cock in my ass every day. But the pain I was still feeling was worrying me for another reason. I was intuiting the pain Brad would feel later and I didn’t want to cause my love any pain. So somehow I lied to myself and started thinking it was not hurting me. Incredibly this thought soon calmed me down and the pain started to be less and less and there came a moment when I started yelling and also started to jack off so he could see that finally it was really funny. Then he told me.

-That’s it dad; I want you to cum first cause I want you take a long time later so you can open me up. Now I know it’s being funny for you and I will go on. But remember I wanna reach that magical moment later.

I told him that being fucked was much better than I could have thought. I’d spent years imagining this moment but I could never know how good it felt and how good it was to know it was my son the man who was fucking me, and being fucked when you are in love is something you cannot find any words to explain. He told me: “so good to know what I will feel later, my love. And soon we’ll be a proper couple who will do everything with each other”

I also felt in the motions of his dick inside me, wriggling and opening new roads, how happy he was fucking his father. I wanted the fun to be complete for both. I was savouring real happiness having my son’s dick fucking me and at the same time I could perceive Brad’s sheer fun that he was fucking his father’s ass. I thought that he’d better enjoy now for later he would not have so much fun, I supposed. But finally I sensed my son’s semen bathing my crack and feeling it I came of course. So Brad first knelt and drank the cum I had just shot and then he was the one who got quickly on all fours and told me: “come on, Bert, I love you. Fuck me now.”

Finally it was easier than I supposed or that’s what he made me believe. I also kissed him passionately first and later tasted some of his scrumptious ass. Then I stuck one of my fingers inside him with the crazy idea I would open him up first with my finger so he would not suffer such pain but he urged me to finally fuck him with my cock. I took a deep sigh and thought I would try but if ever he asked me to stop, I would.

So, hard as a rock knowing I would enter Brad’s sexy ass at last, I dared pierce him. He cried.

-Yeah, that’s it, my love; fuck your son at last. Now it’s not fantasy anymore. Now you’re fucking your son, Bert.

-But doesn’t it hurt, Brad? I could take it out.

-Don’t you ever think of taking it out, my love! You’ll keep on fucking me. It does not hurt –he lied to me. I would know that night that it had hurt him for some minutes but he wanted to be resilient and love had given him the strength to withstand his first time. So I really thought it was not hurting him and started to be calm and my cock went progressively deeper since that was what he was asking me to do. All that time he kept on talking to me saying we loved each other and it was moving to know we could finally do anything that other couples did and he also started to jerk himself off. Now I know that my dick was still hurting him a bit but his strokes on his dick managed to calm him down till he didn’t feel any pain and now he started yelling and telling me that being fucked was so wonderful that he wanted me to fuck him at least a couple of times every day, one in bed, please and added he liked being fucked more than fucking. I told him that was called being a bottom, and ok, I would fuck him many more times but I didn’t want him bottom with me, for I also wanted him to fuck me at least a couple of times a day. “I cannot deny you anything, my love. So ok, I’ll also fuck you whenever you ask me”. And that certainty was enough to make me cum in Brad’s ass for the first time in his young life. He blasted a new load and then he embraced me and kissed me strongly, telling me now we had become a proper couple and we would constantly do everything with each other.

After that moment, it was still difficult for me to believe that Brad had never suspected he could like boys and now he was not only convinced of that fact but had turned into such a bottom with the man he loved, his father. So I reached an agreement with him, since he now wanted to be constantly fucked: I’d fuck him three times a day, one at our usual hour of having a coffee, at half past four, a second time after dinner and the third time in bed. But he had to fuck me twice a day. I was not such a bottom but I loved feeling my son’s dick inside me too.

So after that day, we were constantly sucking each other’s cock, sometimes jerking each other’s cock but not so often cause it was a pity to play with a cock and not reveling in their taste. And as I said I fucked him three times every day and he fucked me twice.

I always told him that he had my permission to cheat me as often as he wanted, cause he was not only my boyfriend; he was my son and of course any father would desire his son to be totally happy in life. He could be with girls and with other boys too if he wanted. He told me he would certainly cheat me, but mostly with boys cause he wanted other cocks to fuck him. I smiled and told him I would do the same if I could.

One day he came home late when I still hadn’t gone to bed, waiting for my boyfriend to arrive first, and he told me he had just cheated me, cause he’d gone with a gay friend to a gay bar. I asked him please to tell me every detail and first he stripped, I was already naked, and he said he would tell me but we could jack each other off meanwhile. So we started and he began his story of that night.

-Everything in the bar is done publicly, my love. I was first having a drink quietly when a boy of about thirty started talking to me. It was obvious we liked each other and I asked him whether he would like to fuck me. He said he would and we went to the upper floor but to a place where everybody could see us. Soon three boys appeared when I was already being fucked, and all of them started to jack off with the show. One was so close to me that I suddenly stuck his dick in my mouth. So I was pleasing two dicks at the same time, but I wanted to make it hotter and with my left hand I masturbated one other boy and with my right hand the other. So now I was pleasing four boys at the same time. Soon the boy fucking me came in my ass and I told the other three that they could fuck me too if they so wished. The boy I was blowing filled my mouth with semen then and one of the boys I was masturbating, the one with my left hand, said he would fuck me too if I wished. To cut the story short, Bert, I was fucked three more times and I simply loved it. My bottom desires have been fulfilled in a single night, but I’d like to repeat.

We both came in that moment; I congratulated him and encouraged him to keep on cheating me. He said he would but I should do the same first. Waiting to one day find a new girl to have sex with, I went one day to a gay bar and cheated Brad too and then I told him. At least we have agreed never to go together cause it can be dangerous, but often either of us has more gay sex in there or other gay bars and we sometimes cheat each other with girls, not often cause it is more difficult to hook up girls. We never lie to them, and though we hide them our incest, of course, we tell them we are bisexual and also fuck with boys.

Eight years living together, totally horny, all day having sex and finalizing the day with a battle in bed, each day increasingly more in love, always lustful. We often talk about that day I told my son all my secrets and as hour passed he became hornier and finally in love with his incestuous father. I am his boyfriend Bert and he is my boyfriend Bart.

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Last year the aunt who raised me passed away. I was her care giver as well as having a full time job. I decided it was finally time to take a vacation. I didn’t have a particular literary. I was meandering toward Shasta from the San Francisco Bay Area. I figured I’d just drive my little vintage Honda Civic until I got tired and look for camp grounds. I got as far north as Ukiah. 

There was a campground just out side of the city. Being late summer it got dark about nine. Dark usually means time to sleep but I wasn’t tired. I lay in my tent and was lazily jerking off. I looked at porn in my phone. I got a beep telling me I had a message on one of the hook up sites. It was a good looking older guy with the screen name “pig emoji 4 peach emoji”. 

Hot. I’m a pig for having my ass played with. What was particularly interesting was that he was very near by. After a few messages it was clear he was in the same campground. I went over to visit. He had a big RV. I messaged to say I was outside. When he opened the door all I could see was his huge manly frame silhouetted in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. 

I entered without a word. As soon as the door was closed he embraced me a kissed me deep. We were not fucking around with words. He was slightly taller than me and built. I am not a small guy. I stand 6’2” and weigh in about 170. “I recognised you from your profile photo earlier. I’m glad you wrote back.” He said. His voice was low and thick.“That makes two of us!” I said. “For now.” He grunted. 

Ha! I thought. His cock is so big it’s gonna make me regret writing back, eh? We’ll see about that. I reached down and grabbed his package through the towel around his waist. What I noticed first was how hard he was. As I stroked it I realised it was also fucking huge. Never too big to make me regret it. He must have sensed my joy because he broke off the kiss and chuckled. “You like it? Maybe you should take a closer look.” His husky deep voice made my knees weak. 

He let the towel fall to the floor and a 10 inch sausage just waved at me. I grinned at the thought of that thing working its way up my ass. I knelt down and held it at eye level. It was a beautiful uncut cock with low hanging balls. Oh yeah, this was going to be a good vacation. I licked his musky balls and savoured the taste. 

I rolled back his foreskin out his dick head in my mouth. He sighed. He tasted salty. “Your cock tastes a little like piss, man. Hot.”“Oh, you like that?!” He looked down into my eyes. I coyly shrugged and smiled a mischievous smile.“Excellent.” He groaned. “We’re gonna have fun. Do you like surprises?”I looked at him quizzically. “Yeah, of course.” He closed his eyes and nodded. I went back to sucking his lovely cock. As soon as I got his cock head a little ways down my throat I felt it lurch a little. 

Oh shit is he cumming already? I swallowed and opened my throat to receive a blast. Then a blast came indeed! A forceful stream shot down my throat. At first I couldn’t believe how hard he was cumming. It only took a moment to realise he wasn’t cumming at all. He was pissing straight down my throat. I coughed and gasped. 

He bellowed with laughter as his piss stream slowed and drenching the front of my shirt. I was furious. What the fucking fuck, you fucking asshole?! “You did say you liked surprises.”  My anger faded quickly as I thought how hot this scene was. In truth I am kind of a piss freak I just wasn’t ready for that right then, but I admitted out loud, “Yeah, I guess I did ask for that.”He raised an eyebrow and smirked. 

Damn it he was pretty charming to go along with his good looks. This was the first time I really looked around at my surroundings. The RV was as big as my apartment. That’s not saying a lot I guess. But the RV was really roomy. It was as big as a city bus. “Do you stay in this thing all year round?” 

“Yup, this is home for now. I got a settlement at work and am out discovering America.” He was subtly removing my clothes as he spoke. Somehow it wasn’t awkward. “Just our on the road on your own?” I asked. 

He shrugged,”sometimes.”He was behind me now. His hands kneaded my shoulders and my back. I leaned forward over the settee facing the entry area where we had stood. The table was cold on my belly. The lust in my body was burning hot so it was a welcome contrast. His giant hands managed my back lower and lower until he got to my gluteus. He spread my ass cheeks and started licking my hole. I felt the stubble of his chin on my ass and his hot tongue darting into my ass hole. 

“Do you want me to use a condom? I am clean and I am on prep” I was glad he asked. “So am I and so am I.  I’m cool to bareback.” He grunted a happy reply. He started rubbing lube on my asshole. I don’t know from where he got the bottle but I didn’t care. I felt cold on my tight pucker. He worked a finger into my asshole. I groaned a welcome. 

I felt some fresh cool live as he worked in a second finger. He worked the fingers around in a circle loosening my hole. Then a third and I felt some cool lube squirt into my rectum. He was not kidding with it. I was grateful because I saw the giant cock he was going to be putting in me. He had four fingers up to the second knuckle working round and round. “You ready for this?” His husky voice made my asshole hungry. “If you mean you’re going to slowly fuck me, I am definitely ready.”  

His fingers came out and were replaced by a fat, hard cock head. The head slid in easily. He fucked in and out slowly, a little deeper with each stroke. My hole felt hot. He was just beginning to bump my prostate. I groaned. He thrust deeper and deeper until, bam! I dull pain all at one time. “Ack!” My body jerked. “Ok. I’ll stop for a second” he said. I was slightly embarrassed to be like a little virgin again. His big cock had found the end of my rectum and was searching for the second sphincter. 

He leaned forward and gently pushed. My guts seemed to work its way around this giant invading cock. After a minute he pushed further. Oh fuck yes. Now he was in. He went back to fucking me slowly. Deeper and deeper. I knew with a patient liver like this he was going to be able to fuck me balls deep. He pulled out several inches and pushed in several inches. I was losing my ability to make words. He slowly pulled all the way out and I felt cold air enter my gaping butt hole. 

He giggled.“Oh look, you’re gaping already!”He squirted a quantity of lube straight into my yawning gape. It was chilly. But the sensation was quickly replaced by hot cock. It stretched my asslips. I knew I was gripping his schlong. He was able to go as deep as he had been quite quickly. His pace increased. 

Now he was fucking me proper. I gripped the table and I felt my hard cock sway with each thrust. We were rocking that RV properly. The suspension gave a slight squeak with every thrust. I closed my eyes and went on the ride. My breath was in rhythm with the invading cock in my guts and the roll of the RV. Then the swaying of the RV felt out of rhythm. I opened my eyes and almost had a heart attack. 

I heard his voice behind me echo a statement from before “you did say you liked surprises.”I was naked splayed out pinned down on a table with a huge cock in my ass facing someone I’d never seen with arms full of grocery bags. I didn’t know what to do. I was literally at a loss for words. 

They looked at me with an odd expression like “where did you come from?” Then looked up at the guy who was still 10 inches deep in my ass. They chuckled a little “fucking a, Howard. I’m not even going to ask where you found this one.” As they gestured toward me. I was confused on everything about this new comer. Should I wriggle free and run? Who was this? The wife? The boyfriend? I couldn’t even tell the gender of this person. He stammered a little. “Hey babe, look what followed me home.”Now I’m a lost puppy. I was confused. But he made no attempt to pull out of me. 

He just held me down on the table but I could feel his hard cock softening deep inside me. “You got a name, stranger?” She asked (I think she was a she).“Erm, uh, hi. I didn’t know. Uh Jay. I’m Jay.”I felt a warming sensation in my ass. I reactively gasped and groaned. I could see behind me, Howard (as I now know his name) was grinning ear to ear. 

She looked incredulous. “Howard! You’re pissing in him right now aren’t you?!”He nodded knowing he was getting away with something naughty. And the pressure of the stream stopped“He likes it!”As the hot flood continued I couldn’t help but audibly agree. Howard continued, “Erin, this is Jay. Jay this is Erin.”Erin looked doubtful. “So, Jay.” It was hard to concentrate because Howard had resumed filling my bowels.She began again. “Jay. 

You like piss?”I sheepishly grinned and nodded. She raised her brows and tilted her head. Finally setting down the groceries she did something I was not at all expecting. She unzipped her jeans and pulled out a penis which she presented to me. Stunned I didn’t know what to do. She saw my confusion. “Open.”I opened my mouth and she got up on her tippy toes so she could shove her flaccid cock into my waiting mouth. She grabbed the back of my head and started giggling. Then unleashed a storm of piss. 

I gulped as fast as I could I tried to let it just squirt directly down my throat but again I was caught off guard. I couldn’t help but to gasp. Her cock was getting hard. I coughed some more and some of Howard’s piss squirted out past his soft dick. I heard Howard behind me. “Clamp down for a second, Jay.” 

I tightened up my stretched ass hole as hard as I could. He pulled his massive softy out and replaced it with a finger. I heard rustling behind me but I could turn my head since Erin still help me by my hair. I felt something hard touch the back of my legs. Howard said “ok, shit it out.”I complied. 

I expelled the warm piss enema trusting he was going to catch it in something. Fuck it. It wasn’t my RV. A copious amount of liquid squirted out of my ass. I bore down again and another gush shot out. I heard it being collected in some kind of bucket. Had it been there waiting the whole time? Like the lube bottle it was a mystery. We all laughed. 

I mean it was just so fucking ridiculous what else could we do? “Ok Jay, are you ready? I’m not done and I was holding this for a fucking half hour.”I grinned. “Fuck yes!” I opened my mouth without being instructed. Again she got in her toes to raise her cock high enough to my waiting mouth. This time she was kinda half mast so I swallowed her cock into my throat and nodded a slight “ok”. 

She sighed relief and the firehouse was turned back on. I was able to keep up this time as she pissed straight into my stomach. I felt the tension in her core relax. The grip on my head relaxed also. She pulled out and I took a big breath of air. “Nice! You’re good at that!!” She exclaimed. “Thanks.” I said shyly. Now I took a better look at her. She was more gender fluid than trans or anything else. Just kind somewhere in between. Feminine air but her clothes weren’t even particularly feminine. His voice was high but not a lot. 

Fuck, I don’t care they were sexy as fuck and totally kinky. I was stoked. I rolled over on my back. I had been on that table so long it felt like my personal platform. Erin reached out and grasped my aching hard on her their hand and bent forward to kiss me. Howard laughed, “So we can keep him!”  Oh brother. Back to the start dog thing. Haha! Ok, if getting it in with a hot variety of sexy assed humans is what is going on, I’ll be the adopted stray! “Jay, I’d really like to fuck you some more.”It felt humorously formal considering what had just happened. “Howard, I would also enjoy that. 

I do have a request that you do not cum in my ass.”He looked disappointed. I continued, “I would very much prefer that you came in my mouth so I might swallow it.”His face lit up. “Thank you, Jay. I am willing to comply with this request. It would be my privilege to watch you eat my wad.”Erin came back in wearing considerably less clothing. “What are you two idiots doing? 

Howard, get your big dumb dick back in his ass while I fuck his mouth.”I laughed at their cheekiness. With their new attire they had transformed once more I could see that Erin was short but seemingly taller now, very slim making traditional gender even more elusive. They were covered with tattoos. 

They wore no clothing unless you count jewellery as clothing. They wore a fine silver chain around their waist. 90s style, I was glad to see that make a comeback oh and high heels. That was definitely feminine and also why taller now. Erin’s slim, long cock was hard now. It was not huge but certainly nice. Howard greased his fat monster cock which seemed to be pulsing and harder than before. 

He put my ankles up on his shoulders and entered me gingerly. He knew just how far he could go before having to slow down. I could feel the delicious heat from the friction on my pissy asshole. I smiled as I looked up at the beautiful Erin. They grinned down at me as they lowered their balls onto my mouth I kissed and licked. I fondled that sweet cock until I simply needed it in my mouth. Howard wasted no time working that thick monster back deep inside me. I felt so full! 

I put Erin’s cock in my mouth and felt even fuller. From both sides I was being filled. They fucked me in unison both filling me at the same time. Then alternating I was on the most mind bending sexual see saw ever! When the urge hit me I was barely aware but I had to piss. I let a little stream out. Testing the water so to speak. A mouth clamped down on my cock. I don’t know which one it was. Erin I’d guessed. When my piss started coming they squeezed my dick stopping the flow. 

Erin said “I have to pee again.” I took a deep breath pulled their hips to my upturned head and nodded the ok. They sunk back down on my cock too. We were in a blissful piss drinking 69. It didn’t even occurred to me that that could be a thing!! Then the trifecta Howard started pissing in my ass again!  This was piss bliss. I gulped all that gold! There wasn’t near as much this time. 

That would have been impossible since my belly was still so full from before that I was praying I wouldn’t puke. Erin’s piss stopped and try pulled out just long enough I could catch a breath. Then they started fucking my throat in earnest. Howard, not to be left out picked up his pace too. With each of his thrust a sloppy squelch of loose hole and piss sloshed. I groaned with excitement. Howard groaned. “Oh fuck. Unng, Oh fuck!”Erin was ravaging my throat their balls were slapping my nose. 

I wanted all the come. Even in my highly aroused madness I had enough wits to know I was eating both of their come loads. I reached up and gently tugged Erin’s swinging ballsack. 

They fucked faster. My face was turning red. I couldn’t breathe! I drove a finger in their ass hole and she leaned back into it. Thank goodness because I got a dose of blessed oxygen. I retrieved my finger long enough to spit on it and put it back into their tight sphincter. With that Erin roughly crammed their hard on back in my mouth “Uhhhh!!” She exclaimed and blasted burst after burst of stick sweet cum in my mouth. There was so much. It was thin but the taste was incredible!!  

Howard was so excited by the sight he slowed his fucking. I think he was afraid he would blow his wad too quickly in my ass after promising that he too would feed me. Erin slumped in exhaustion. Howard was having no part in that. “Erin, be a good host and give the man your ass!”His fucking was almost at a slow steady pace now. My hole would never be the same after this anyhow. 

We had to stop a minute. We were all exhausted but so excited to fuck that it was a conundrum. Howard pulled out of me with an audible plop! Followed by a trickle of hot spent piss. I steadied myself as got off the table. I stood for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime. More of Howard’s piss trickled out of my yawning asshole. Howard filled some large glasses with water. 

He handed one to me and Erin and drank one himself. With a shit eating grin he filled the glasses again once they’d been emptied and then another time. I couldn’t drink a third glass because my belly was still achingly full of Erin’s piss. He and Erin drank another glass then to my amazement yet another! Erin picked up the plastic bottle of lube which I now see is as big as a shampoo bottle. 

They poured some of this clear goop which I now know was J-Lube in their palm and made a show of arching their back and making their hot asshole nice a slick mess. Two fingers entered then three. Erin has small hands but I was a little surprised by how quickly that hole was widening. Four up to the knuckles. My cock was hard again. Harder. That little show got me going! Howard put a towel on the piss wet table and gestured that I resume my position. 

I stepped up on the bench and lay down where I had been. Erin followed me up and squatted over my aching hard on. They looked me in the eyes as they lowered themself down onto my rock hard cock. Erin lowered down until I was about three inches deep them to my surprise they just dropped in a free fall to take my seven inches down to the root. All that piss and water was having an effect. 

If I didn’t need to pee so badly I would have come immediately. Erin’s eyes were half closed as they cooed at me. “You almost just shot your hot fucking load up my sweet whore ass, didn’t you?” I nodded unable to speak. “Why don’t you give me that spunk? You know I want it” and they rose up and down raising almost all the way our then slam all the way back down. “Uhhh.” I stammered. “I can’t. I have to piss again.”

Up they rose and slam back down! “Oh is that all? Give me that first then!” I sat up meeting them face to face and kissed deeply.  I turned Erin over until they were laying on the table. Howard was amused by all this and just sat stroking himself as if this were all just a show for him. Without ever leaving the grip of Erin’s gorgeous ass I rolled them up on their shoulders. 

I was up in my knees and my cock pointed straight down. I took a deep breath and relaxed. I heard a gasp from Erin as my cock jolted with a jet of golden pee. I just let it rip. I didn’t care if it overflowed out of that sweet ass. I didn’t care if she was uncomfortable. After that brutal throat fucking maybe I was feeling slightly sadistic. Payback is a bitch, bitch. 

I was really pissing now. I realised that the last piss I took wasn’t even a complete piss. I had been too hard and too excited to let it all come out. I pulled Erin’s legs higher so their torso was even more vertical. I had a gallon of piss to give and it was all going in Erin’s gut, damn it. Erin looked up at me pleadingly. I gave her a cartoon smirk. “Most of it is the piss you gave me, baby.”They resolved themself adjusted their back and belly and seemed to open another corridor to accept my urine stream. 

I was doing my best to fill that one too. Erin began to look a little incredulous expecting the piss stream to stop any moment. It wasn’t. Their belly distended slightly and I felt the pressure in my bladder relax. “Ahhhh. That’s much better.”  I sighed. And pulled my half hard cock out of her wet sloppy hole.  

Howard was still amused. His thick baritone said “I want some!”They reached up to block the back pressure from their flooded gut. Awkwardly I helped them up to their high heeled feet and to the edge of the table. Howard arranged himself to lay on his back on the bench next to the table and opened his mouth. I steadied Erin as they squatted over the edge above Howard’s waiting mouth. 

Erin removed their hand and emptied their bowels with a force of an overturned basin. Pint after pint poured into Howard’s greedy, gulping mouth spilling all over his face and pooling a wet mess under the table. I couldn’t help but be a little proud of the mess I made on these intimate strangers. 

The stream trickled to drops and Erin saw the soaking mess in Howard and my pride filled face and began to laugh. We all joined in. This was piggy sex the way I liked it. Fun! Lighthearted. Raunchy. My cock was getting back to its rightful hardness. I wanted to fuck the shit out of Erin’s hot ass. I lifted them up and they wrapped their legs around my waist. My cock slid into that fantastic hole in one slick gulp. 

I laid Erin on the couch and started really fucking. I felt Howard feeling up my hole from behind. Oh yes. I’ve only tasted one load of come tonight and I wanted to swallow his too. I was sinking my dick in them as deep as I could. I figured Erin was used to to getting fucked by Howard’s giant tree-trunk of a cock and I was not going to come close. All I had to offer in trade was enthusiasm. So that what I gave. If Erin’s coos were any indication I was doing alright. I could feel Howard getting into position behind me. 

This time he was not as gentle as before. I was still sticky with lube and piss and lust. I was ready. I went as deep as I could into sweet Erin and Howard began his own onslaught on my gaping ass. When I pulled out of Erin, Howard thrust deeper into me. When I pushed into Erin, somehow, impossibly, Howard still thrust deeper into me. We became a furious fucking machine. 

Eventually I could feel a tingle start from below the earth and high in the air come upon me like a slow lightning bolt. “Unngh!! I’m gah! I’m fucking coming!!!” With my furious fucking and having my guts invaded by a colossal penis I was having one of the biggest orgasms to date. I blew was after was into Erin’s joyfully accepting ass. “Fuck yes, Jay!! Fill me up. Fill me all the way up!!”  I came for what seemed like hours. I knew I was blasting a pints of jism into that sweet ass. 

Howard did not lighten up. He was inspired he lifted me off Erin and threw me onto my back on the couch. He was jamming the entire ten inches into me slapping his balls into my tailbone. I was in a delicious post orgasmic glow being used by a magic cock. I opened my eyes to see a sinister smile on Erin’s face. They put a high heel next to my upfacing head and lowered their ass to my face. 

I tongued that beautiful hole that had just given me so much pleasure. I head her grunt and she pushed out my own massive wad into my hungry mouth. I was felching my own cum. I greedily licked and sucked as she shit out a copious cream pie. I ate it with absolute joy. Just as I was licking the final traces of cum from her ass Howard instructed them to move aside. As she moved he took their place. 

He jerked his cock furiously. His swaying balls promised to deliver even more of what I craved. I ignored the new empty feeling of my gaping asshole. He shot a thick rope of come across my mouth. Erin helped push it into my mouth. He shot again directly on my tongue this time. Then another and another. He kept cumming wad after wad. It was the biggest deposit of semen I have ever seen out of one man. It was so thick it was almost chewy. I swallowed every bit that fell in my mouth. 

The ever vigilant Erin knew my excitement and used their fingers to put any errant cum into my hungry mouth. I was in heaven!!  We all fell into a heap. After a few moments we made the wet table settee into a large bed on which we all lay. 

A half hour went by we all half dozed. Erin said “Oh no. We drank like a gallon of water. I have to pee again.” In my half daze I said “I’ll get it. He he” Erin sat up. I rolled on my belly and put my lips around their flaccid cock and they began pissing. I chuckled to myself. This is where Erin came in. Howard chuckled out loud and said “so do I.” With that he unceremoniously plunged his dick in my ass a couple inches and began pissing. As I was being filled from both ends again I remembered they had really drank a lot. Oh boy. I was really in for it. Payback is a bitch, bitch.

I spent the rest of my vacation with them we texted and talked nearly everyday. After a couple months back at my lame job I’d had enough and I thought about the small inheritance I’d received the previous year. Well, let me put it this way, if you see a an old Honda Civic being towed by a big RV that smells faintly of piss, come by for a glass of water. You can even give it back when you’re done.

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I heard the keys enter the lock of the front door, I knew it was him returning home from a hard day at work. Drop everything and get into position. As I run to the hallway and get onto my knees with my back facing the door, he enters.

The door closes behind him. Not paying me any attention. He gets in and gets undressed. Now it’s time for inspection. First he checks to ensure all cleaning and maintenance in the house has been carried out to high standards, if not punishment will follow. He then comes down the stairs duct tape in one hand, rope and nipple clamps in another. I know I messed up somewhere because the tape and clamps are out to play! He looks at my locked up cock and tells me good boy.

He approaches me and tapes my mouth shut, ties my hands behind my back and attaches the clamps to my already hard throbbing nipples. I know worse was to come.

He tells me “boy get up & get to the play room”. As we enter the playroom I notice he has already set up the fuck machine. He lays me down into position and had the long thick dildo positioned just into my ass. He says “now boy you forgot one thing that I asked, I asked you to ensure my underwear was all folded neatly into the drawer. You’ve failed and now here comes your punishment. First will be slow long strokes on the machine, for 10 minutes. Cum and you’ll be punished – understand boy?” I nod my head in a yes motion, “Next will be a new toy to destroy your hole and after that is a surprise.”

He then applies the popper mask over my face and starts the machine. Nice and slow the dildo enters, the strokes are long. I wont last 10 minutes!

After what felt like hours, the machine stops, popper mask removed and tape is applied over my eyes. I’m then lead to the bed. Laid on my back my wrists tied to the edges and my legs tied up to a beam over the bed. Another popper mask is put in place. A pillow under my lower back is in place to raise my ass up.
Master then says “deep breaths boy. These new toys are big!”
I remembered master stating he was ordering bigger and wider cock sheaths! As I take a deep breath and the high of the poppers kick in. This huge sheath starts to stretch my hole and forcing it’s way in. I moan in pleasure. Master then forces the whole 14inches into me. The feeling of pain is there but the feeling of pleasure is too intense. Master then starts to thrust slowly.
Master then says “oh remember you’ve been a bad boy, you’re hole is about to get destroyed”

He picks up the pace and my whole body is shaking. I feel intense pleasure when all of a sudden the sheath is pulled out & a fist starts to penetrate me. I’ve dreamed of being fisted for a long time now and now its actually happening. Adrenaline kicks in and I’m on such a big high.

After about 5 minutes of being fisted my cum started to leak out. Then boom, my cum is like a volcano eruption. “Now who’s a bad boy, I told you no cumming until I say”. Master pulled his fist out my wide stretched hole.

He unties me and gets me up from the bed, I’m still gagged and blindfolded. Left standing and told not to move. All of a sudden ‘crack’ a whip strikes my skin. This was punishment time. I knew to stand still and take it or the force of the whip would get stronger. I stood there taking hit after hit, I had tears falling from my eyes. I was hoping master didn’t see or he will continue to punish me. He then stopped and took my blindfold off. “You’ve been a very bad boy today. I’m done playing with you. Time to go back into the box.”

I nod my head in no motion. I hate the box, left alone in silence and darkness. Master fetches some rope and ties my hand. He walks me to the box, removes the lid and says “in the box you slut”. I get in and slowly lay down. He ties my hands over my chest and ties my legs down. “I’ll leave you for a couple of hours to give you time to think about all the bad things you’ve done. You’ll drink when I’m read to piss”. He pushes the piss gag tube into my mouth which is attached to the outside of the box and puts some tape over my eyes.

I hear the lid of the box close and hear master clip the locks on. My punishment had just started.

Hi. My name is Steven and I enjoy sharing stories about things I’ve done with guys growing up. I love sucking big dick, drives me insane, and that’s the stories I’m going to share. Forgive my misspellings and narrative, I often get distracted, sort of a learning disability I’ve always had since I was a kid when writing, plus I have porn playing, (big dick porn of course, lol) Chad Hunt, and an old one with Chad Douglas fucking this kid raw over a table, and I’m jerking off in between so I’m double distracted. sorry. I love when Douglas fucks the kid’s mouth and says “Shut Up And Suck!” with a really pissed off voice. I’ve cum to that hundreds of time. Usually imagining that I’m the kid on my knees sucking. I can get very nasty..

I’m in my late 30s, big guy, work out, big juicy sweaty ass, hairy chest, big nipples and people say I’m still very attractive and, I still love sucking Big Cocks. As I can, matter of fact, I did two black ones (one was not as big as I wanted, but I still drained it) at the gloryholes in an arcade in all black district outside of town. Not at the same time, within the hour I was there. But I don’t want to talk about them, maybe later at another time, I want to share my experience when I was very young (too young to admit here) at a filling station a few miles from my house outside of Ocean City, MD until I moved with my sister to DC. 

I would ride my bike during the summer ( sometimes during fall and winter but often it wasn’t open till tourist season and I had to go to school) and sit across the street beside my bike at 7-11 watching them work in the shop on cars and filling up the tanks for motorist until the coast was clear and they waved me over. It was three guys who ran the place, sometimes they would hire someone young from high-school that was staying at the beach for the summer to work the register and I usually would wait until they got off before I went over. Once or twice though if I recall I did suck off a few summer employees when they all would close the station and have a couple beers but mostly it was Mark, Jeff and I forget the other man’s name who ran the shop but I remember he was much older than the other two and the most masculine and had a wife and two little girls that would stop by occasionally to get their car filled and pop in for them to give daddy a kiss and buy candy.

A few times I would be in the office in a small bathroom in the back sitting on the toilet sucking his dick and they would come in the front of the store looking for him and he, let’s just call him big dad because his dick was huge, would quickly pull it out my mouth when the guys that worked there would come and knock on the door letting him know and quickly tuck it back into his jumpsuit with a long zipper that would open all the way showing his big hairy chest, YUM, and go out to see them. He often made jokes later with the guys about having to stand behind the counter pretending to be doing inventory  until his dick simmered down because it was so huge she would see.  Afterwards he would usually  come back to finish things off but had to wait because Jeff or Mark would take his place. It was so crazy but I loved it.

Where Big Daddy had the big fat dick and tasted salty and sweaty, Mark who was in his teens, white and kind of slow had a thin long one that I could hold with both hands always tasted sweet, sometimes greasy because he was the one that worked on the cars and would always have precum just spilling out before and during and would stand in front of me, never looking strait at me, but looking at Playboy magazines that they had stacked on the floor by the toilet. He would cum the most sometimes shooting  in quick squirts in my hair, my mouth, my shirt, my eyeballs, and often on the wall behind me and then put it back in my mouth to finish off. I was always messy after Mark and sometimes go behind the shop, take off my shirt and squirt myself down with a hose to wash off and that felt great during the summer in the sun.

To be continued, getting tired. thanks for reading my very true. And there’s lots more juicy stuff to share about me sucking big, big dicks…

Alex smiled to himself. Things were working out too well. He had tested his own formula on himself months ago in smaller doses, confirming its effects before testing it out on other people. The constant exposure to the liquid had granted him an enhanced sex drive; his lust is now almost insatiable. His cock also grew to a respectable 9 inches. However, thanks to the smaller dosage, Alex retained his higher-order functions, and could regulate his lust accordingly.

He found a subject to test the formula in larger doses and successfully created his first, hopefully of many, mindless sex slave. The formula was a resounding success, and he just had to find another subject to ensure that the formula was stable and suitable for mass production. Enter Alon, gullible, unwitting, horse-cocked Alon who thought he was a client, a beta-tester if you will, for the new sex slave. He had fulfilled his role of testing out the slave, but now he has the privilege of participating in this project further. The formula is supposed to strengthen the pleasure spots that were last stimulated. And if Alex’s calculations are correct, his new slave’s lust spots would be at his clamped nipples and caged cock. 

Alex looked down at Alon’s unconscious body, nipples still clamped, and large cock now sealed up in the chastity cage. Alex chuckles to himself, his cock growing harder at the thought of gaining a new slave, even though he had just cummed minutes ago. He strokes his cock absent-mindedly, while admiring his new slave, precum dripping onto the floor. He scanned Alon’s body, looking at the dick that had just fucked him moments ago, now caged up and completely useless, up to the clamped nipples, red and swollen. Alex thought about how cocky Alon had been when he first showed up, bragging about how big his cock was, and all the rave reviews about his performance in bed. Alon wasn’t wrong; his cock was huge, and he was amazing at sex, and had given Alex such a good fucking that Alex had just given in to his own lust and became a moaning bitch. Still Alex wanted so very much to wipe the arrogant smirk off Alon’s face, and he looks up to Alon’s now slack mouth, with drool slowly flowing out. Alex smiled to himself. “Who’s the cocky one now?”

Alex could feel a familiar feeling radiating from his groin. His veiny cock was now at full attention, pulsing with every heartbeat. He needed to relieve it. He moves closer to Alon, and starts jerking his own cock in earnest. Thinking back on Alon’s naked body and 10-inch cock stuffed in his ass, Alex almost went wild with lust. “Let’s see how well you can take a cock!”

He rolls Alon over, exposing his hole, smooth and hairless. “For a cocky top, you groom yourself very well!” Alex praises. He slides a finger around his erect cockhead, gathering some precum, before pushing his finger into Alon’s tight virgin ass. It was as though Alon could anticipate that something was approaching; his ass muscles loosened, and swallowed Alex’s finger. Alex swishes his finger around, and finds Alon’s prostate. He pushes onto it, and almost immediately, a glob of precum dribbles from Alon’s dick, out from its chastity cage. Encouraged, Alex puts in another finger, then another, and uses the three digits in Alon’s ass to expand his virgin hole, and stimulate his prostate. Soon, Alon’s cock was also slick with precum and slowly expanding, straining in its tiny restraints. 

Alex wastes no time in pulling out his fingers from Alon’s ass and replacing them with his throbbing cock. He pushes his dick into Alon forcefully, not giving much time for the tight hole to adjust to the huge change in width. Alex buries his cock deep into Alon, and starts thrusting, slamming his hips into Alon. 

In between the fucking and deep thrusts into his ass, Alon stirs, letting out a groan. “Whas abbening?” he manages to get out before being overcome by the pounding he’s receiving. Alon was still disoriented, but he could not deny the pleasure that was spreading through his body, although it was coming from an unfamiliar place. He had no room to react, and no capacity to process all that was happening to him, he could only give in to the sensation that was overpowering his being. Whatever this feeling was, he didn’t want it to stop. “More… more master… fuck me…” Alon moans. 

Alex was surprised that Alon had woken so early, but was unfazed, continuing to fuck Alon’s tight ass, beads of sweat falling from his face onto Alon’s buttcheeks. He hears Alon’s moans, begging for Alex to fuck harder, and Alex knew that his formula was working. Alon was now on his way to transforming into a slave. Alex started to thrust his hips faster into Alon, feeling his balls tightening as his cum was being expelled. With a heave, Alex pounds his cock deep into Alon a final time as all six waves of his cum fills Alon up. 

At the same time, Alon felt his hole being coated by his master’s warm seed, triggering his own orgasm. His cock strains against its cage and starts pumping cum, slowing dribbling out of its cage. The intensity of the orgasm forcing his body into convulsions, muscles spasming involuntarily. 

Alex dismounts from Alon, dislodging his still-hard cock, veins pulsing and clearly yearning for more. He stands up, satisfied and observing Alon’s twitching body. He smiles, and rolls Alon back so that he’s now facing the ceiling. Alex spreads Alon’s arms away from his body and shackles them to the floor. He does the same to Alon’s legs, before squatting back over Alon’s face, and shoves his cock into Alon’s mouth. “Clean it” Alex orders. 

Alon sucks on Alex’s cock like a lollipop, draining it of any excess cum, savouring the taste in his mouth. He was grateful that he could serve Alex, and wished that he could stay this way forever, as Alex pulls his cock free of Alon’s mouth. “Thank you master” Alon sighs as he sees Alex get dressed and walks out of the room.