Author: admin

  • Convincing

    Jonathan awoke in a manner that was not particularly pleasant or unpleasant. His eyes fluttered open, quickly adjusting to the light in the space to reveal his own room as usual. However, Jonathan soon had a start, as he realized the position he was in: he was tied to the posts of his bed frame with rope, while his head was tilted up a bit using a pillow.

    “What the-!?” He exclaimed as he bucked against his restraints. His efforts were to no avail; the ropes were quite firmly secured. With no other option, he decided to yell “Help!”

    Jonathan heard a stirring outside of his door, and swore he heard a somewhat familiar voice say “He’s awake.”

    The knob of his door slowly turned and in walked two figures that Jonathan certainly recognized. It was his roommate Derrick and Derrick’s boyfriend Arron. The two had always seemed like an oddly matched couple. On one side, there was Derrick, a very tall and very muscular man, who displayed a confidant, at times even flirtatious attitude. Then there was Aaron, almost the exact opposite. He was short, thin, and didn’t speak much at all. Jonathan could have sworn that he’d barely heard the guy talk in the months that he’d known him. Their only sort of similarity was their dark hair, but even there they differed, as Derrick’s hair was closer to blonde, while Aaron’s was clearly more brown.

    “Guys, what’s going on!?“

    As usual, Derrick did the talking for the couple. “Isn’t it obvious? We tied you up.” he said playfully, clearly knowing that what he’d said wasn’t a real answer.

    “Okay, but why would you do this? Let me go!” Jonathan pulled against the ropes once again.

    Derrick chuckled at his efforts “No use doing that Jonny. Remember, I was in the scouts. Sure as I got that merit badge, those knots are tight.” He flicked one of the ropes.

    Jonathan grimaced at being called Jonny, but chose not to acknowledge it, as he couldn’t exactly fight back given his position. “What’s going on?” he demanded.

    Derrick sighed “I’m afraid to tell you that you put yourself here Jonny.”

    “What!?”

    “Metaphorically.” put in Aaron, giving Jonathan a slight shock upon hearing his voice.

    “Yeah, metaphorically. You trapped yourself by not being true to you.” Jonathan’s baffled look only intensified, so Derrick continued “Still not getting what I mean? Alright, let me lay it out for you: you’re gay Jonny.”

    Jonathan’s eyes widened “What!? No, I’m not gay!”

    “See, that right there is your problem. Being gay isn’t a big deal Jonny. You just need to be true to yourself.”

    “Look, I’m fine with gay people, but I’m telling you, I’m not gay!”

    “Really? Well, then I guess you won’t mind looking at a little video we have for you.”

    At Derrick’s words, Aaron turned on the TV that was in Jonathan’s room. A video was already pulled up on the screen and Derrick quickly grabbed the remote and pressed play. At first there was only a shot of a seemingly empty locker room, but soon a twinkish man walked onto the scene.

    “I think he looks like your type Jonny.” Derrick said as he snickered. Jonathan ignored him.

    The man on screen saw an open locker. He went to close it but, just as he did, seemed to notice something in the locker. He pulled it out, revealing it to be a jockstrap. The man put the garment up to his nose and sniffed it, clearly pleased with what he smelled. He quickly sat down on a bench, smelling it again and beginning to touch himself. Jonathan gasped subtlety and looked away from the screen

    It apparently wasn’t subtle enough to escape Derrick’s notice, though “What’s the matter Jonny? You’re not gay, right? Then you should have no problem watching this and not getting hard.“

    Jonathan looked back to the television. The twink moved his body sensually as he continued to smell the dirty underwear and his length grew.

    “Look at that.” Aaron said with a sexual undertone in his voice.

    “I know. He looks like he’s got a big one. What do you think Jonny?”

    Jonathan didn’t answer, both because he didn’t want to give Derrick the satisfaction of doing so, and because he had to focus on avoiding becoming hard himself.

    The man now had his cock out and was slowly jacking himself off. A second, much larger man now appeared, coming quietly from behind the first man. For the moment he didn’t intervene, instead opting to watch the smaller man from a small distance while palming at his own bulge. Soon enough, though, he approached and tapped the smaller one on the shoulder. He began to speak, but the large man simply shushed him and dropped his gym shorts to reveal a semi-erect length.

    “Damn…” Aaron said lustfully.

    “And that’s only a semi.” Derrick replied, continuing his boyfriend’s thought.

    The small man looked the other in the eyes as if he was innocently questioning if he could really do what he wanted to do. The tall man simply nodded down at his length with a confidant smirk that said “Get on that dick.” The twink didn’t hesitate after that as he almost immediately began sucking. As he did, his ass stuck out, showing that it was quite large for his size.

    “Now Jonny,” Derrick started without looking away from the screen “make sure to not imagine yourself as that guy. Don’t imagine your dick getting sucked by that hot piece of ass.” By now the twink was already taking all of the buff man’s sizable rod in his mouth “I mean…you’re not gay, right? You don’t need to think about him sucking you off, even if he looks like he’s damn good at it.”

    Jonathan shuddered silently at Derrick’s words. He knew quite well what he was doing, but that didn’t stop it from working. Despite Jonathan’s best efforts, his cock began to grow. He couldn’t look away and couldn’t figure out why. Perhaps it was because he thought Derrick would catch him again, or perhaps part of him didn’t want to. Either way, he knew he was in trouble, especially as the small man began moaning due both to the buff man fucking his mouth and to the twink jacking himself off.

    Jonathan made some sort of involuntary noise as his growing dick was pushed down by his tight pants. Derrick immediately picked up on it “Hmm? What’s wrong there Jonny? Does the totally-not-gay boy have a little hard-on? Now why could that be? Certainly not because of the video. After all…you don’t like boys like that, right?”

    “Th-this isn’t fair! You put all those thoughts of getting my cock sucked in my mind.”

    “I don’t put anything in your mind. You’re the one that thought about.” When Jonathan’s only response was to look away, Derrick continued “Aaron, turn that off and then…do your thing.”

    Aaron seemed to take pleasure in that, his eyes lighting up as he quickly moved to stop the video. Jonathan, on the other hand, gulped “His…thing?”

    “You’ll see.” He lowered his voice to a whisper “I swear if you hurt him I’ll knock your lights out.” Jonathan thought he should definitely take the threat seriously.

    Aaron finished tinkering with the TV, then turned to Jonathan. He climbed onto his bed and got between Jonathan’s legs.

    Jonathan’s eyes widened “Did you just realize?” Derrick laughed.

    Aaron scrunched down so that his head was aligned with Jonathan’s private area. He ran his hand across Jonathan’s thigh while he unbuttoned the captive man’s pants. As Jonathan’s breath hitched, Aaron pulled his pants down as much as he could. He then shot Jonathan a devious smile before lowering his head. Aaron moved so that his nose was in the space Jonathan’s balls and his thighs, then inhaled deeply.

    Aaron clearly liked what he smelled, as he let out a pleasure filled “Mmm” which almost seemed involuntary.

    “Yeah, he likes his guys sweaty. Guess it gets him off. Works good for me, since I don’t have to shower before we have sex. You should see how he jumps on me after I come home from the gym.”

    As if it was a reward, the smallest man in the room began squeezing and rubbing Jonathan’s package while he smelled again.

    “Ah!” Jonathan exclaimed at the sudden contact.

    “He likes your dick Jonny. Lucky you.” Aaron moved his head to the same position on the other side, changing the hand he used to grope Jonathan as he did “Look at him, horny for you just from your smell…just like that twink in the video. He wants to serve you…and all you have to do is let him.”

    As of to illustrate Derrick’s point, Aaron moved his hand away from the clothed cock and replaced it with his mouth, running his tongue slowly up and down the length of it. Jonathan felt as if he would make another noise, but was able to control himself.

    Soon enough, as Aaron made his way up Jonathan’s length once more, he went past the covered head and hooked his mouth onto the band of the captive man’s underwear. He looked to Jonathan, eyes filled with utter lust, then slowly peeled the garment down. Jonathan’s dick finally popped out, hitting Aaron in the face, though he didn’t seem to mind at all.

    Derrick piped up again “You’re pretty big Jonny. Course…I’m bigger, but I’m sure a lot of guys…oh no, wait, ‘girls’…would prefer to take what you’ve got. Not everyone can handle a monster like mine.” Jonathan shuddered at the thought “Oh my god…did you just fucking think about it!?” Derrick laughed rather hard at the notion, which further caused Jonathan to blush “How the hell do you think you’re straight?”

    “I-I could…be bi.” Jonathan said weakly.

    “Sure. Sounds totally believable when you’ve got a rock hard cock, my boyfriend is about to blow you, and you just thought about me pounding you.”

    “You guys forced this on me!”

    Derrick sighed “Babe, keep going. He’s almost there.”

    Aaron immediately followed his boyfriend’s commands. He at first only brushed his hand over Jonathan’s upper thigh, which then translated to him lightly rubbing around his balls and up his cock. Jonathan started to breathe harder.

    “Just a little touch feels so good, right Jonny?” Jonathan didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He was incredibly turned on and couldn’t explain why. “More Aaron.”

    Aaron put his mouth just above Jonathan’s rod. However, instead of lowering himself down, he let out some saliva, letting it fall onto the cock. He took his hand and spread it across the entire length. He let his spit fall once again, and used his thumb to run it over the head. With his other hand he fondled Jonathan’s balls.

    Jonathan shuddered and gasped at the feeling. “Funny that you haven’t told Aaron to stop yet.” said Derrick with confidence in his voice. Aaron spit on the rod once more and jerked it more quickly; additionally, he put his nose under Jonathan’s balls and sniffed there. “You could have been screaming no this whole time, but you haven’t said that once. Why’s that Jonny?”

    Jonathan closed his eyes: he thought Derrick was right. He was really enjoying this. Derrick and Aaron were turning him out and he was enjoying it. More than enjoying it, he was actually getting off on it. He felt half helpless…and half helplessly lustful.

    Aaron moved his mouth up, putting one of Jonathan’s balls in without ceasing to jerk his dick. He massaged it, roiling it skillfully in his mouth before moving to the other and doing the same motion.

    “Ah-haa! Aaahhh!” Jonathan shouted, almost in ecstasy.

    “Okay, stop Aaron.”

    At his boyfriend’s words, Aaron did as he was told. He sat up and cracked his neck.

    Jonathan opened his eyes again and looked to Derrick “H-huh…?”

    Derrick tilted his head to the side and looked up “Well, since you’re not gay, there’s no reason for little Aaron to give you a proper blowjob, is there? That’s a shame. His mouth is amazing.“ He then looked back to the tied up man “Unless…do you have something to tell me?”

    “U-Umm…”

    “‘I’m gay Derrick.’ That’s all it takes Jonny. Just say you’re gay like we know you are…like you know you are.”

    “I-I…uhh…”

    “Don’t you want even more Jonny? Just think about how that guy in the video felt when he got to fuck that twink’s mouth. Think how good it’ll feels to get your dick sucked…and how good it’ll feel when you get to cum in his mouth. He’ll swallow every bit of course.”

    “P-please…please.”

    “That’s not enough Jonny. I want to hear you say it. ‘I’m gay Derrick.’ Fucking say it.”

    Jonathan’s desire was starting to overwhelm everything else. Why was he denying himself a release? Everything he’d felt up until now told him that Derrick was right. Was admitting how he was feeling really going to cost him anything?

    As Jonathan was thinking, Derrick spoke “Well, I guess you’ve made your choice. C’mon babe, let’s go.”

    Before Aaron could move at all, Jonathan shouted “No!”

    “Hmm? What is it Jonny? If you’ve got something important to say, you’d better spit it out, or we’re leaving.”

    “I…I’m gay…” Jonathan sat said sheepishly.

    “What was that?”

    “I’m gay Derrick! I don’t know how you knew more than I did, or how on earth it’s true, but you were right! I’m gay. Please…please suck me off. Let me cum, please!”

    Derrick smiled and patted Jonathan’s shoulder “There you go Jonny! That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, time to give you what you really need. Ready to get your mind and your cock blown?” Jonathan only nodded as a response “Aaron, suck the man till he’s happy.”

    Aaron smiled “With pleasure.”

    This time, Aaron didn’t tease at all. He lowered himself once again and put his mouth straight onto Jonathan’s throbbing erection. Right off the bat, Jonathan started to moan as Aaron took the head of his dick, swirled his wicked tongue around it, then licked the underside.

    “Ah, that’s his signature right there! Feels damn good, huh?”

    “Y-yeah…wow!” Jonathan gasped out.

    Aaron started going down on Jonathan, bobbing his head and taking more each time. This was all accompanied by the small man fondling his balls.

    “Isn’t it good to be gay?”

    “If this is what it’s like…”

    While Jonathan’s pleasure from before had somewhat subsided, he knew he still wouldn’t last long in the care of someone like Aaron. He must have been more than just a little experienced.

    “Here Jonny, lemme give you another little treat.” Derrick walked behind Aaron and put his hand on his boyfriend’s waistband. “It’s a nice view for ya.” Aaron lifted his bottom half up a bit so that Derrick could pull his shorts down, all while continuing to blow Jonathan as if it was a job he was getting paid millions of dollars to do.

    When Derrick got his lover’s shorts and underwear off, it revealed his large ass. Just like the small man in the video, it was disproportionately large for his size.

    “Look at that!” said Derrick, leaving a slight pause between each word. He grabbed Aaron’s butt cheeks and squeezed them “Look at this fucking cake! Doesn’t he have a nice ass Jonny?”

    Aaron now took his mouth off of Jonathan and began paying attention to his shaft, licking it dutifully.

    Meanwhile, Jonathan was thinking about Derrick’s question. “Umm…”

    “What, do you think that you can’t tell him that because he’s taken? Don’t worry about it. You’re gay, right? Pay a compliment to another gay man. Let him know what you like. Plus…giving him a compliment on his butt will make him suck you even better. Tell the man he’s got a nice ass.”

    Jonathan doubted that was possible for Aaron to suck him better, but was willing to take the opportunity “A-Aaron you…you’ve got a n-nice ass…” said Jonathan, stuttering both because it was awkward and because of the pleasure he was feeling.

    “Damn right he does!” Derrick slapped his boyfriend hard on his right ass cheek, which Aaron seemed to enjoy immensely, growling as it happened.

    As thanks for the compliment, Aaron performed his signature move on Jonathan once again. Jonathan screeched in pleasure as he released precum. Aaron, of course, took it all in stride.

    “Heh, you’re close huh?” Jonathan nodded “I can tell. He’s a good little cocksucker, isn’t he?” Jonathan shot a questioning look at Derrick “What? He loves when I call him that while he’s horny…especially when he’s down on someone.” When Jonathan’s confusion didn’t subside, Derrick explainer further “He’s into it cause…well, that’s exactly what he is. He’s my little cock sucking bitch boy. Isn’t that right babe?”

    “Mmm.” Aaron moaned out without lifting his head.

    “That means yes. Heh, you didn’t take your mouth off if it for even one second. You really are a cock loving bitch.” Derrick laughed and slapped Aaron’s other cheek “I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to find a cock sucker like him. He can deepthroat my dick and he does a fucking amazing job with it. And lemme remind you, I am damn big. Most guys just can’t handle it. I like to joke that he doesn’t talk a lot because he’s better at this…but it might not be a joke. You might not expect it, but he’s horny as all hell too; he’s down to suck me off pretty much whenever…and, heh, wherever too. Oh and…” Derrick slapped both sides of Aaron’s ass simultaneously “…can’t forget this. Yep, he’s pretty much the perfect little bitch.” Derrick shot a look at Jonathan “And I’m letting you use him. Be thankful.”

    Jonathan only caught parts of what Derrick said to him. He was busy having his cock worshiped, clearly lost in pleasure.

    “Give him just a little more. Thrust up and fuck his mouth. He can take it. After all…he loves dick however he can get it.”

    That Jonathan certainly did hear. He quickly began pushing his hips up, driving his rod into Aaron’s mouth. He swallowed it all. It was now Aaron’s turn to shoot a look to Jonathan. It was one that told him that he was ready for his cum.

    At almost the exact same time, Derrick said “It’s time Jonny. Give him your cum.”

    Jonathan closed his eyes and started involuntarily pushing himself up as he squirted cum into Aaron’s mouth. The small man didn’t stop sucking as the captive shot load after load into him. Finally, Jonathan was able to settle. He wasn’t used to cumming so much or blowjobs in general, so he laid on the bed having to catch his breath.

    Aaron finally took his mouth off of Jonathan and went to stand by Derrick. “Did you like that dick you little bitch?” he said.

    “Yes sir.” Aaron responded “He has a real nice one.”

    “Better than mine?”

    “No one’s dick is better than yours sir.”

    “Damn straight…well…no, no one here is that.” He laughed “Tell me again, what’s your place in the bedroom?

    “My place is…on my knees, sir…worshiping you as your cock sucking bitch.”

    “For how long?”

    “For as long as we’re together, so…hopefully forever sir.”

    Derrick smiled at his boyfriend’s statement, bent down, and the two shared kissed.

    Aaron then reached down and groped Derrick’s cock through his pants “You’re still fully hard. Would you like me to suck you off next sir?”

    “No…I’ve got a plan.” Derrick looked back to Jonathan as he loosened his belt “I think it’s time to break in my new bitch.”


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  • Coby

    I’d been watching him for days. He transferred in from another school and immediately searched me out to because he wanted to join the football team. I was quick to say yes. I didn’t even know if he could play but I did know he looked the part.

    The first time he stepped into my office my stomach turned a flip-flop and my heart skipped a beat. The kid was beautiful. He was the poster-boy for All-American-Jock. He was tall, six-foot-two and from the looks of his build, about two-hundred-pounds of solid muscle. No kid this young should have a body like he had. He turned around to close the door and I was greeted with a view of a very, thick, high and tight bubble-butt. His Wranglers were skin-tight, molding to that magnificent ass and powerful quads then tapered down to light brown, squared-toe cowboy boots with a high, thick heel that made his ass stick out more than it should.

    The thick, brown belt with an oversized silver belt buckle cinched around his tiny waist. The belt buckled read “2018 Grand Champion Bull Riding.” I got myself a real live cowboy. The skin-tight blue t-shirt clung to his round, pillow-like pectorals and stretched to the limits around bulging biceps and triceps. His wide shoulders where rounded and his thick neck was corded with muscle. The outline of his abs could clearly be seen because the t-shirt was so form-fitting.

    What I loved most though? The beat-up ball cap he wore. Maroon colored front panel and bill, the rest of the hat was tan netting, some sort of rodeo patch on the front. The bill, edges frayed, was pulled down low. Brown hair curled out the back and along the sides of the hat where the wavy locks were pulled back behind his ears. The bill cast a shadow over the top of his face but did nothing to hide a pair of light green eyes, a shade I’ve never seen in nature. His wide, square jaw clenched making the jaw muscle flex. A tiny bit of stubble shaded his chin. I’m sure if he smiled, his teeth would be snow white and perfect but he was so serious. He was so focused. He was no smiler.

    He stood in front of my desk with his hands behind his back in a military parade-rest stance. The stance made his shoulders hunch a little but made them flex at the same time. His body was perfection and I just couldn’t tear my eyes away from it.

    It was like looking in a mirror from my past. I saw myself in this kid. Same build, same serious demeanor, same discipline and dedication to his body and not scared to show it off. I was a hellion with an athletic, muscular body and I used it to my advantage. I had way too much sex back then with beautiful girls but more so with other hot younger guys that met my high standards and I still do.

    I stood, shook his hand and was delighted to feel his big warm hand squeeze tight and firm into mine as he introduced himself with a deep, baritone voice that melted together with a soft southern twang.

    “Mr. Jacobs? My name is Coby, Sir. Coby Daughtry,” he drawled.

    “Yes. Nice to meet you, Coby Daughtry. Feel free to call me Coach if you would like. I teach Health class too so I wear both hats. The athletes call me Coach. I answer to both Coach Jacobs and Mr. Jacobs.”

    “Yes, Sir. I’m here in an athletic capacity so I prefer to call you Coach, Sir,” he said, his eye contact was direct and intense.

    “Seems you’re VERY comfortable with “Sir,” I said with direct eye contact that did not waver.

    “Yes, Sir. I am. Sir.”

    I got that twinge in my stomach, the one I get when I know a guy is showing me his submissive side, looking to get his ass wet or his dick sucked. There was nothing wrong at all with a built, muscular boy calling me Sir.

    “What can I do for you, Coby?” I asked as we both continued our stare-down. I already knew what this kid wanted. I could smell the submissive nature in the air. He had a musk. He kept eye contact with me. His eyes told me he was waiting for orders. This kid was good. He definitely knew how to appease me. He was making it known he was serious and determined.

    He turned to look at the chair next to him and then, as if asking permission, he turned to look at me. I did not take my eyes off him, ignoring the chair. He again, turned to the chair and then back to me. I continued to ignore the chair. I wanted him to stand. I wanted to see as much of that body as I could and there was no way he was sitting down to hide those quads and that ass. Plus, there was no way I was letting him do anything he wanted. He was going to know who was in charge but then, he already knew that. He noted that I wordlessly ignored his silent request to sit and gave me a slight nod of his head, the bill of his cap dipping a few centimeters, acknowledging my denial.

    “Sir, I would like to play ball for you. Join the team.”

    “Oh, you would now?” I folded my thick, muscled arms over my chest. I liked it straight-forwardness. The kid was bold. I might have to break him of that.

    “Yes, Sir. I know I am the best football player you would ever have on your team.”

    Damn. This kid’s fucking confident. But then, I bet he gets what he wants looking the way he does.

    I scoffed, “Son, you think YOU’RE the best football player around?”

    “Yes, Sir. I do. I know I am,” he replied without an ounce of humility.

    I sat down down in my chair behind my desk and leaned back. I clasped my hands behind my head and flexed my biceps. This kid was fucking ballsy. He needs to be knocked down and fucked. That’s what he needs. I sat and stared at him with a slight cocky smile. He could see my eyes blatantly scanning his body from head to toe. The fucker was making me hard. I was getting stiff and I was advertising it as I leaned back farther. He looked down and saw the lump in my pants growing out towards the side. I hang left. He stared at it. His head snapped up when I broke the silence.

    “Son, you fucking come into MY house and proceed to tell me you’re the best ball player I’ll ever see and just expect me to let you play? I’ll tell you what, you Howdy Doody sounding motherfucker, you’re not special! You are nobody. You hear me? You are fucking nobody. I don’t care who you were or how well you played at your other school. This is MY school and YOU will not tell ME how to run my program. You hear me, son?”

    His face became deer-in-the-headlights. “Sir…”

    I slammed my hands down on my desk and stood at the same time before he could finish. I leaned forward and got in his face. “DID YOU HEAR ME, BOY?”

    Coby flinched when I hit the desk. His muscles tensed. His eyes moved back and forth, searching my eyes. Maybe he had bit off more than he could chew?

    “Yes. Sir,” he murmured.

    “WHAT?” I asked with command authority in my Alpha voice.

    “Yes, SIR!” he answered loudly.

    “Good boy,” I said as I leaned away from him and took an alpha stance. He blinked when I said he was a good boy. He took in a deep breath at the same time. He dipped his head down to regain his composure and then back up to attention. His dick was stiff. His jeans were too tight to hide that shit. I’ve got myself a bonafide, submissive pussy-boy. A big, muscular, cowboy jock with a penchant for older muscular Alphas. Oh, this boy is going to be fun.

    I continued to stare at him. The tension was thick in the air. He was nervous, sweating. I let the silence linger.

    “You a good boy?” I asked after a few seconds of silence. My voice low with a slight calming tone.

    He swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”

    “Say IT,” I commanded calmly and sternly.

    He swallowed again. “I am a good boy, Sir.”

    “We’ll see,” I stated with a mock look of disgust on my face.

    I stepped around to his side of my desk. I reached over and clicked the lock on the door as he turned his head to me.

    “Eyes forward,” I said. He snapped his head back and looked straight ahead.

    I stood close to him. I could feel the heat radiate from his skin. He smelled like leather and fresh hay. I thought about the last few minutes since he walked in my office. He knew what he wanted and he was confident I would give it to him. He acted as if he was doing me a favor. I could tell from his words and demeanor that this was not his first time in front of an Alpha. It was then that I had my suspicions about why he was here and why he was being so bold.

    I put my mouth close to his ear. “Why are you here?”

    He flinched again when he felt my warm breath on his ear. “Sir?”

    “I asked you why are you here? Are you as dumb as you sound?” I condescended but I also thought his drawl was sexy as hell.

    “To play ball, Sir?”

    “NO!” I yelled in the side of his face. He jumped. “Tell me why you chose this school?”

    “I… I’ve wanted to play for you since I was a kid. You have the best record around.”

    “Then why didn’t you attend here from the beginning?”

    “The family ranch is a bit far from here. We have a good football program but…” he stammered.

    “But, what? Spit it out!”

    He looked at me from the corner of his eye. “My coach took another position at another school out of state. He was my…mentor. He was like a father to me. He made me what I am today, Sir. I knew it was time for me to make the drive. I had to find another like him. Someone who will mentor me, take me under their wing. You’re that man. I’ve always admired you. I’ve followed your career. For a long time, I didn’t think I was good enough for you. Now, with my coach’s guidance, I now know I am. Sir.”

    I moved to the other side of him, this time rubbing my body against his. He took a breath. Now, we are getting somewhere. This shithead knew what he was doing and he thought he would just waltz in here and take center stage. Oh, he was going to take center stage alright, just not on the field.

    I leaned in and smelled his hair that was curled around the back of his ear. Then I put the tip of my nose close to the opening of his ear and sniffed again. I was sniffing my prey, taking in his scent. And he knew it.

    “This coach, this mentor. Who was he?”

    Coby shivered as I put my hand on his bicep and stroked it. “Tell me, Coby.”

    “Massey,” he said.

    I knew it! I leaned back, took his jaw in my hand and turned his head to me. I looked at him with flames in my eyes and a sneer on my lips. I wanted him to be scared. I wanted him to know I knew.

    “Massey, huh?”

    “Yes, Sir. Steve Massey.”

    I stoked his neck and then slowly clenched the thick corded muscle. I massaged his neck while tightening my hold. He had goosebumps popping up in his skin.

    “Funny thing, Coby. There isn’t an athletic director that I don’t know within two-hundred-miles. The same goes for each one of those directors, those coaches. We all know each other. Some of us have known each other since college. Some us were even in the same frat. Some of us frat bothers keep in touch occasionally, some of us not as often as we should.” I moved my hand around to his chest and pressed against it, massaging his tight, hard pecs. My other hand traipsed down his muscular back to his perfect, muscular, bubble ass and cupped it. “Coach Steve Massy? He would be the latter.”

    “You know each other?” he asked as I moved my other hand from his chest to his throat and very gently applied pressure. His chin lifted to the ceiling.

    “You could say that. Steve and I, we go way back. It seems we need to catch up. It’s been a while. How is my old frat brother?” I hissed as I roughly squeezed his ass cheek. Coby flinched and let out a small grunt.

    “Um…fine? Sir.”

    “Steve taught you well. Didn’t he?”

    “Sir?”

    “That’s right. Sir? That’s a nice touch. Good on him.”

    I let go of his throat and he lowered his chin. His breathing quickened. I put my hand on his hard cock that was straining against his tight jeans. I applied pressure.

    “Mmm!” Coby made the high-pitched noise from his throat though closed lips.

    “He told you to come to me,” I stated.

    “Yes. I asked him before he left if he could recommend someone who took as good as care of me as he did. He told me you were the best. I was shocked that he recommended you because I didn’t know if he knew I idolized you. But then I talked about you all the time. He told me I would be in good hands. I didn’t know you knew each other that well. He didn’t mention you used to be so close. I assumed he sent me to you because he knew you were the best.”

    “No, cowboy. He told you to come to me because I taught him all I know. This is a…reward for me. He couldn’t take you with him, could he?”

    Cowboy was quiet, sad. His eyes lowered to the floor.

    “No,” he answered with sad eyes.

    “His loss is my gain.”

    When I said that his eyes shot up to me. His face blushed.

    “You said you taught him all he knew?” The boy licked his bottom lip. “About what, Sir?”

    The cat was out of the bag. No use in beating around the bush.”

    “Taking big muscled up jocks like you and turning them out.”

    Coby gulped. “So, you do know. About everything?”

    “Baby boy, the minute you said his name, I knew right then and there that he took you and molded you into the perfect kind of pussy; a star athlete with a fucking killer body and an ass that lives to take cock hard and rough. Am I right, boy?”

    Coby was silent as he searched my eyes. “Yes.”

    “I bet you weren’t even into guys before you met ole’ Stevie.”

    “Um, I don’t think so. I don’t know. But I do know that once he took me as his own, nothing else mattered. Not my past, not my future.”

    “Good boy.” I gave him an ever so slight smile before showing a stern face. “You my good boy?”

    He breathed a sigh of relief. These are the words he needed to hear. His green eyes suddenly showed me he was finally home. Home in a place he needed to be. Fucking, Steve. I should have recognized his work as soon as this stud walked into my office. Beautiful kid, hard body, athletic and masculine, submissive as hell.

    “Yes,” Coby whispered. “I’m your good boy, now.”

    God, what a fucking adrenaline rush to hear that come out of the mouth of such a rugged, handsome face and that deep, gravelly, baritone voice.

    Back in college Steve and I used to have contests to see who could fuck the greatest number of straight guys. We came out to each other after we both unknowingly showed up for the same three-way with this hot, built, little gymnast. I showed up first and then he arrived after I had started fucking the kid. Can’t exactly say I’m straight when I have my dick up some dude’s ass. After that, I had a partner in crime and we both had a thing for straight and bi boys. Hell, we fucked gay boys, as long as they were masculine and athletic. Life happened and we lost touch over the last couple years but always knew where the other was through social media.

    “You’re on the team. Congratulations,” I said with a light slap on his jaw as I stepped back.

    “Thank you, Sir! You won’t regret it!” he said, excited. “I really am the best. You’ll see, Sir”

    I laughed and then show him a cocky sneer.

    “Son, I don’t give a rat’s ass if you are fucking Tom Brady. That’s just a bonus if you’re a great ball player. You’re on the team because you’re MINE. You’re MINE twenty-four-seven. Understand, if you didn’t look the way you do, if you were ugly, I would have kicked your ass out of here two-seconds after you walked in. I don’t need any more golden boys. I’ve got two. As you said, I’ve got the best record around. I don’t need you in order to win. I need you for fucking. I need you to be at my fucking beckon call. I need that big, beautiful ass around my cock whenever I want it. Do you understand me, son? Your sole purpose here at this school is to make sure you have my DNA inside you, at all times. Keep up the butch cowboy, football player acts out there, princess. Alone, with me, you’re just my personal cum-boy. Do we understand each other?”

    “Yes, Sir,” he said. I swear there was a hint of a smile. His dick was rock hard so there was that.

    “Now, some ground rules: I will not hear of or catch you with another dick in your ass. Unless I say so. Understand? That shit is MINE. Mine to breed.

    “Understood, Sir.”

    “You will not acknowledge any kind of relationship with me to anyone. Unless I say so. I can’t have any perceived favoritism.”

    “Understood, Sir.”

    “You will agree to do any and everything I tell you to. No matter what it is.”

    “Understood, Sir.”

    “You will continue the training Steve started. You become fat, you’re gone. I don’t fuck fatties. Strict workout schedule and a clean diet. But that shouldn’t be too hard. I can see you’re already on track.”

    “Yes, Sir.”

    “You will never tell me, “No.”

    “No, Sir. I mean YES, SIR. I will do as I’m told.”

    I handed him my phone. He knew what to do as he punched his information into it. I smiled as I looked down at his info. I looked at him and smirked before I deleted his name and replaced it with “Bitch.”

    He read what I changed and then a corner of his mouth lifted. “Thank you, Sir.”

    “Good boy.” I patted him on the ass and grabbed his head and brought him into my chest. I knocked his hat off onto the floor then I grasped him by the back of the neck again, pulled him back and slammed my tongue down his throat. I devoured those soft lips as I felt up that thick, hard neck. I hugged him tight and ran my hands over the mounds of muscle that made up his upper back.

    He accepted the rough kiss with little soft grunts and tiny squeals into my mouth. And then when he least expected it, I let go and flung him against the wall and pressed my forearm against his chest. I got nose to nose with him as I reveled in the fear in his eyes.

    “In one hour.” I growled. “You will be at my front door. You will remain with me for the next forty-eight hours. Go home. Clean up and clean out. I like my boys squeaky clean. Do. You. Understand. Me?”

    “Yes. I understand, Sir.”

    I stood back, grabbed him by the scruff and flung him towards the door. The thumping of his boot soles against the hard tile as he lost his balance was like music to my ears. The athleticism of his body as he tried to regain his balance and stop himself from hitting the door made me hard. His triceps bulged as he caught the door jam. He recovered as I knew he would. He unlocked the door and turned to look at me, his eyes lingering on me. He took a deep breath, regained his composure and exited my office.


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  • Beach Boys Bang

    When I was around 20, I was going to school on another island and I had no classes on Friday and decided to go to a beach in the southern part of the country. I got to the beach and changed into my trunks, it was pretty empty, as it was early and was not really a beach, visitors frequented and the locals were mostly at work. While I was changing, I noticed this other boy watching me from the water, he had to be about 18-19, and I nodded my head to him, as I got in. As I got waist-deep he swam up to me and we started chatting, asking me where I was from (heard the accent) and other generic questions. All the time, letting the movement of the waves brush his body against mine. I was a horny 20-year-old and he had toned, slim brown body, which felt awesome when it brushed mine. Inevitably, I got hard and on one of his casual brushes against mine, he felt it. He reached out for my dick and I reached into his trunks for his (it wasn’t very long but it had good thickness and even in the water you could feel how hot it was) and we were slowly jerking each other off while carrying on this inane conversation, while we let our bodies move with the waves as not to attract attention. I got so turned on, I looked around the beach to make sure we were still alone and ducked under the water and pulled his trunks down enough that I could suck his dick for as long as I could hold my breath. When I couldn’t anymore, I swam away from him to make sure I surfaced a little ways away from him. He swam up to me, as there was no one around and asked me if I wanted to go to the library, which was close by because the beach would start to fill up and he wanted to find somewhere to eat my ass.

    I remember staying in the water long enough for my dick to go at least semi-soft and we both dried off as much as we could before heading to the library close by. It was a small village library and the bathrooms were small and close to the front, so two young guys going in at the same time would have been suspicious if not impossible. I remember us going as far into the back of the shelves as possible and sitting at the table that was just out of sight of the front. We sat beside each other and I continued to feel his dick through his shorts. I got so turned on by the little grunts he would make under his breath. He reached behind me to slip his fingers in my underwear, and I had to lift up slightly so his middle finger could reach my hole. He tried to poke it in dry (he was like 18-19, impatient and horny) but it wouldn’t go, but God, it was so hot trying. 

    We were both completely hard and breathing heavy at that point and anyone who came to the back would immediately know what we were doing, hell the scent of horny boys was so strong at that point there would be no hiding it. He stood up and looked around and sat down and licked my ear, while I lost it and held on to him, (talk about my pleasure zones). He whispered into my ear that he wanted to eat my ass and by that point, we were both so far gone that where we were didn’t even matter. He told me to keep a lookout, while I stood up and he pulled my shorts and boxer briefs down just below my ass, while I leaned slightly over the table. He spread my asscheeks as far as my position would allow and proceeded to blow air on my hole, then did one long lick, blows and licks, over and over. When he had enough of that and I could barely remain standing, he forced his face and tongue as far into my crack as possible, licking me out, making small little bites, that made me jump but still felt good. When he finally pulled back I could hear him audibly panting, my asscrack was soaked and I was hard as fuck and could imagine he was as well. He kissed and bit both my asscheeks before pulling my pants up and standing up while whispering that we need to find somewhere we could fuck.

    We left the library and we walked along the road until we came to bluff with a path covered by trees that lead down to a small cave. He led me down the path to the cave squeezing my ass periodically as well climbed down. The cave was shallow but out of sight of any beachgoers and only persons on jet skis would be able to see us. At this point, I was too horny to think of comfort or the possibility of being discovered and were finally able to kiss. I was unbothered about the fact that his tongue had been in my ass, as I knew I was pretty clean and the thought was actually a turn on. 

    I sucked his tongue into my mouth as pulled and suckled on it, as I could feel his breath huffing through his nose. All the while, his hands were roaming squeezing my ass then slipping it into my underwear to play with my still wet hole. I was feeling his dick which was completely hard again and decided to test my luck and reach around to play with his ass as well. It was so perfect, full but firm, I squeezed and rubbed as we continued to suck at each other’s tongues and as he didn’t seem put off by it, I slipped my hands into his pants to feel it naked. It felt even better, warm, smooth on the cheeks, with some hair in the crack, his hole while not as wet as mine, was still damp from earlier sea bath. It was tight but not virginal, I could tell then, that he was no complete top and as I slipped the first knuckle of my admittedly dry middle finger into him, he barely tensed and the kissing became more passionate. 

    He seemingly lost interest in my ass and reached around to play with my cock pulling my pants down below my balls while rubbing and pulling on my dick. I was even more turned on, this hot, seemingly masculine top was changing the dynamic mid-session and I was ready to roll with it. Being young and a little bit callous, I took this as permission to continue to push the rest of my finger into him, yes I tried doing it slowly but continued even as he tensed and winced. He didn’t stop me and honestly, at that point, I don’t think I would have. I remember with the angle with me reaching around behind him, my finger was angled up and in. It was tight and warm, but lose enough to allow movement. At that point, we stopped kissing. He was leaning against me panting into my shoulder in the same rhythm I was fingering him, with admittedly very little finesse. Looking back now, I knew he had to feel some pain but I want to believe the way he was grinding his hardon against me while slightly elevating his thigh against my hip to allow me deeper access meant that was being tempered by the pleasure. I bit and suckled at his neck while we ground together awkwardly, still trying to ensure we kept our balance.

    It felt like hours but could be no more than 5-7 minutes. It was heated and passionate like only really young sex could be both our dicks fully hard, mine dripping precum, as usual, both of us flushed and panting. My heart was pounding and the lust so strong my throat was tight. The rush of having him turn so unexpectedly submissive was causing me to be emboldened. I awkwardly reached down almost stumbling in the process as his weight was almost fully on me, to strike his asscheek with my hand…once  twice, while muttering in is ear ‘ you like that?’ His breath stuttered but he didn’t answer, I struck him again and repeated the question and this time, he gave me a breathless ‘yes’. 

    I didn’t believe I could be any more turned on but that did it, I struck him 10 times, each time he would inhale sharply but never asked me to stop just continued to lightly rub his cock against me. My cock was as hard as it could be and I knew I was precumming steadily at this point. But no matter how turned on I was I couldn’t maintain the angle of my finger in his ass while spanking him for long with me standing and him almost fully leaning against me. I knew we had to lay down or shift positions soon and now I wanted one thing and licked his ear, causing him to shudder against me and asked ‘ can I fuck you?’. He inhaled and nodded but didn’t say a word but I didn’t care. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass. I started this encounter expecting to be fucked by him everything prior to coming to this little cave opening indicated that. The turn of events excited me so much, I was sure I’d cum as soon as my cock head pushed in. 

    Before we pulled apart, I pulled his head towards me and sloppily licked and tongued his right ear, he clung to me as I tongued and licked the entire ear, the taste of it not bothering me, actually turning me on more but the way he clung to me but was still, loose-limbed, as he allowed me to lick as much as I pleased, the moaning, panting breathes making me squeeze him to me even harder.

    I eventually pulled away from him and turned to my discarded bag. I knew I had an unopened pack of condoms I never took out of it but no lube but at that point, I wasn’t going to stop because of that. We would power through.

    I turned to him with the condom in my hands and without a word he lowered his pants and boxers to his knees and shuffled over to the wall and bent over. GOD his ass, his fantastic firm ass, with the hair curling in his crack damp at this point probably more from sweat than water. I wanted to fuck him so badly but, the brown, round firmness of it called to me. I got behind and putting my hand on the middle of his back pushed him over a little more so, it was more pushed out, with his pants being forced down more to allow his legs more room to spread.

    I couldn’t help but spank first the right then the left. The sting in my hands with each blow, the sharp loud sound of each slap his hitched breath after every slap. His ass didn’t ripple with each blow, it was to firm, too toned but that made it even more perfect. He bore each blow with no complaint. Face turned to the side, his mouth partially open. I had to ask the question I had earlier, ‘ Do you like it? Does it feel good?’ This time he needed no prompting to say yes, panting the answer more like. 

    At that point I was so turned on, I pushed my precumming dick between his crack and ground into him, my right hand going to his shoulder to pull him back against me, the condom still clutched unopened on my left. He braced himself with one hand against the wall and pushed back against me, still with his head turned to the side watching me from the corner of his eye. His other hand reaching back to pull me closer as we ground into each other.

    I knew I had to stop or I’d come plus, the waves were getting closer and closer and I could tell they would eventually reach us and our bags which were still on the cave floor. 

    I pulled back from him intending to put on the condom but made the mistake looking at this beautiful ass, his ass hairs curling, damp with the sweat from the friction between us with maybe some of my precum in the mix. I couldn’t help it. I bent over and sniffed his crack inhaling that musky scent of a clean but sweaty ass crack, I bit the inside of each cheek, making him jump and yelp before pulling back.

    I tore the condom and rolled it onto my dick, my hands shaking, my heart beating, and my throat tight. It was one of those slightly lubed ones, so I was happy about that but even if it wasn’t, I was still going to try. Now I know better but at that age and moment, I was lost in lust and he was no better.

    I lined myself up and pushed but my cock slipped and went between his legs. I used my hand to push over a little more, so his ass would spread a little wider and used my finger to find his hole and guide my cock to it. I pushed, applying pressure slowly but not nearly as slowly and carefully as I should. He made wincing sounds and at one point almost straightened up but then told me to continue. I even pulled back and added my own spit to my condom covered cock. 

    I kept applying pressure and finally my cock head breached his sphincter and he inhaled sharply and I held steady. I asked him if he was ok and he said it hurt but it ok. But honestly, at that point I just needed to continue, I could feel the pressure on my cock head and I wanted more. I slowly pushed in incrementally, with him making wincing noises but making no effort to stop me until eventually, I was up against his ass my pubes mingling with the hairs on his crack.

    I couldn’t stop looking down to where we were joined, it was almost hotter seeing that then the feel of his ass around my dick. I asked if he was ready and he nodded and I pulled back slowly and pushed in the same. He was still making wincing sounds but telling me to continue by nodding his head every time I asked. Sometimes he would reach back to hold me still then release me to indicate that I continue. I slowly sped up the pace until the slap sound of my hips meeting his ass filled the small cave. He was no longer reaching back to slow my progress. He was reaching down, down between his legs to stroke his cock, one hand to brace himself up on the wall, as I released all caution and started to fuck him as only a mindless 20-21 year old could.

    No sense of rhythm or lasting, I drove my cock into him over and over as fast and hard as I could. The slapping sounds coupled with the sweat between my hips and his ass making it sound even more loud and perverse. He was jerking his cock fast at this point, not really pushing back but rather moving with the force of my strokes, making little choked moaning sounds.

    I fucked him, fucked him while watching the side of his face which was turned towards me, fucked him while getting off on the sounds we were making. The look of strain on his face, his parted lips, the sight of him jerking his cock. Fucked while I could feel my orgasm building, tingling through me, fucked him, as the waves finally reached us. Fucked him while I watched my bag and phone get soaked by the seawater but unable to stop to do anything about it. Fucked him until, my orgasm caused me to spasm, jerk and get on my tiptoes and I could feel pulse after pulse of my cum shooting into the condom where my cock was buried full hilt. As he rapidly jerked his cock and had his own full-body spasm cumming a few minutes after me into the water at our feet in the cave as my still hard cock was still buried inside of him, moving slightly to edge his orgasm on until we were both spent and panting.

    End


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  • My Hottest Patients

    Deniz

    It was early on a Thursday morning when I stepped out of my office into the waiting room. I was ready for the week to end and drive down to Rhode Island to meet up with Jonny. Little did I know what was still to come.

    “Mr Deniz Yalaz?”

    Confidently, a large man walked my way. This guy was built like a house. Beefy, like me, but taller. Quite an imposing figure, had it not been for his wide smile. His name as well as his complexion revealed he was probably of Turkish descent. He wore a dark gray T-shirt that clung to his body. His pecs and his broad shoulders especially stood out. His hair was shaved close to his scalp.  He had some light facial hair. He wore light blue jeans that weren’t tight enough to really reveal much.

    He shook my hand firmly and I quickly looked down to see a vain on the inside of his massive arm.

    “Dr Bobby Cho”, I introduced myself.

    “Deniz”, he said.

    As usual, I let my hot patients walk into my office first, so I could check out their asses. Even though his jeans were quite baggy around his legs, his massive ass was dying to burst out the back. He sat down and I sat down across from him.

    “How can I help you?”, I asked.

    Something was different about this guy. He was very smiley, maybe even flirty.

    “I would like a complete physical, please. It’s for… work.”

    That big smile again.

    “All right then”, I said. “Please take your clothes off.”

    He took his time to wiggle out of his tight T-shirt. Out popped a nice, beefy body. His large chest was hairy and had big, pointy nipples. His stomach wasn’t cut, but flat, and had a nice treasure trail running down. He kicked off his shoes and took off his jeans, leaving him in brandless, flimsy, light blue briefs. I could see he at least had a semi as the head of his cock pointed forward.

    “Please sit down on the exam table.”

    He smiled and complied. I listened to his heart with my stethoscope and then checked his lungs, making him breathe in and out. Then I checked his ears, eyes, nose and mouth. Usually when I get so close to patients’ faces, they look away. Deniz would look straight at me throughout the exam, whenever he could.

    When I checked his reflexes, I noticed he now had a full-on erection. His cock pointed straight up, tenting his briefs. I didn’t mention it and continued my exam. Soon enough, however, it was time for his testicular exam.

    “Could you please step out of your underwear for me?”

    He looked at me as he took off his briefs and let them drop to the ground. His cock bounced up and down as he did, eventually pointing right at me. He kicked it to the chair where he had left the rest of his clothes.

    He wanted to sit back down on the table but I told him to stay standing up. I held his boner between my thumb and index finger and lifted it up, now pointing at the sky, so I could examine his balls. I asked him about self-exams, and without looking at him, I knew he was smiling when he said, “Could you show me how to do it exactly?”

    His breathing was getting harder and I could swear I heard little moans, as I continued to hold his cock in one hand and showed him how to examine his balls with the other. I could feel his cock stiffening between my fingers until he was rock hard. I let go and his cock bounced up and down again.

    “Could you please turn around and bend over the table?”

    I could have sworn his expression was happy when he said “Sure”.

    He put his full upper body on the table, face down, and wiggled his big bubble butt at me.

    I have to admit, I was now starting to get turned on. However I was not used to not being the one in charge in my own practice. Deniz was the one putting the moves on me and it was me who followed.

    I gloved up and lubed up Deniz, who only stuck his butt out further toward me, as if he was about to get fucked. His ass was smooth, cheeks as well as his hole. When my gloved finger entered him, he first gasped.

    “Oh my God”, he said. Which technically could still either mean pleasure or agony. But the way his ass moved up and down my finger, I could tell which of the two he was experiencing.

    “Oh yeah”, he continued. “That feels good, doc.”

    I extended the exam slightly, to push my finger down his hole further than necessary.

    “Fuck!”,he exclaimed.

    I then retracted my finger.

    “All done”, I said.

    Deniz remained in his position, but looked over his shoulder.

    “That’s it?”

    “Yep, you’re all good”, I said as I took off my glove.

    “But… sometimes I experience… obstruction.”

    “You do?”, I tried to sound serious, but I knew he was lying. And I think he knew I knew.

    “Uh huh. Could you… check it out?”

    Deniz was still bent over the table, but looked at me over his shoulder, wiggling his butt again. And it majorly turned me on.

    “All right. Let me just lube up the anal scope.”

    “Umm. OK.”

    I spotted him continuing to look as I lubed up the device. It’s a 6 inch probe that has to be fully inserted. A center piece can be removed so the scope opens up for the doctor to inspect the anus.

    “Are you ready?”, I asked Deniz.

    He looked forward again and pushed his ass out so far I could see his hole between his large cheeks. I spotted him winking his hole at me.

    “Uh huh.”

    I inserted the scope, slowly at first. Then I steadily pushed it as far as it could.

    “Ughhh… oh yeah…”

    “Try to hold still”, I said.

    I removed the center piece.

    “Oh wow…”, Deniz whispered.

    I used my little flashlight that I usually use on eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, to look inside his hole. As could be expected, there was no obstruction to be spotted anywhere.

    At this point I felt like Deniz was humping the exam table. I could not see his dick, as he was laying on top of it, but I assumed he was feeling hella horny right now.

    “Unfortunately I cannot see an obstruction. So I’m afraid we’ll have to do further tests”, I said as I slowly took out the scope.

    Deniz moaned loudly as I retracted the device out of his asshole. I ignored his sounds of pleasure as I started asking him questions about these supposed obstruction issues as I wiped the scope clean.

    “How often has the problem occurred in the past week?”

    “There really isn’t a problem, doc.”

    I turned around and found Deniz standing up, leaning back against the exam table. He was violently masturbating.

    “But I just really need to deliver a semen sample right now.”

    He was stroking himself in a very fast pace, while fingering himself. I stood still and felt frozen in place. No patient had ever been as remotely forward as Deniz.

    It didn’t take long for him to reach climax.

    “Oh yeah… Oh, doc…”

    His hips started bucking forward and I knew he was about to shoot. I was standing about three feet away from him and silently watched as the spectacle unfolded. This was an orgasm like I had never seen.

    Deniz held on tightly to the exam table as he started to ejaculate.

    “Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!”

    He shot a big load all around my office floor. He even got some on my slacks and shoes. Stream after stream of hot cum came out of his cockhead. My jaw must have dropped in awe of what I saw.

    When his orgasm had finally finished after what felt like about 30 seconds, there was a short silence in the room. I still stood exactly where I stood when I first saw Deniz jacking off, holding the anal scope and a paper towel. I looked at him. He was breathing heavily and held on to the table, seeming a bit off balance.

    “You know what”, he said, “I feel much better already.”

    Quickly he walked back to the chair that had his clothing nicely folded on the seat.

    I continued wiping the scope clean and put it away. By the time I looked back up, Deniz was fully dressed.

    “Thanks so much, doc”, he said as he held out his hand to shake mine.

    I was still wearing a glove as I shook his hand. I didn’t say anything.

    Deniz calmly walked out of my office. I looked around and saw the amount of cum on the floor. Then I saw his briefs hanging off the armrest of the chair.

    This had been of the hottest exams this room had ever seen. I was so turned on, before I fucked Jonny the next day in Rhode Island, I had to tell him all about Deniz.

    Not much later, Jonny came handsfree while I fucked him. Three times.

    THE END


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  • Dad’s Selfie

    Dad’s Selfie

    by Clark Wayne

    “Dude, you got a text on your phone. Says it’s from your dad.”

    I reach over to the side table and grab the phone. I open the text to reveal a shirtless selfie from dad.

    “Dude! That’s your dad?”

    “Ugh…Yeah…ugh…ugh…ugh…!”

    It was difficult to answer my fuck-bud’s question because he was boning the hell out of my ass.

    “What the fuck, man. You’ve been holding out on me. Your dad is fucking hot!”

    “Ugh… Yeah… ugh… I… ugh… Know… UGH!!” I grunted hard when suddenly his thrusts began getting harder and harder.

    “His abs are sick, bro!… Uh!… Now I know where you get your looks from… UH!… Fuck, like father, like son…UH! UH! UH!” Brady grunted with every thrust between sentences.

    Then Brady stopped fucking me. HIs dick felt so huge lodged in my ass.

    “Wait, why is he sending you selfies of himself shirtless?”

    I caught my breath, “Always does. He’s a competitive natural bodybuilder. Want’s to look better than me. We have a bet going on who can get to 5% body fat first.”

    “Sweet! How old is he?”

    “54”

    “You send him selfies like this?”

    “Yeah. All the time. That’s how we motivate each other.”

    “Dude, that’s so hot!” He gyrated his pelvis, his dick hitting my nut button.

    I’m used to dad sending me these pics so it’s just second nature. It’s innocent, good ole fashion rivalry. Yeah, my dad is really hot. He’s handsome, gorgeous body, dresses nice. He’s Type A like me so he can be a little intense. He’s a bad-ass alpha and he knows it. He definitely struts. He gets a ton of attention.

    I know my dad is attractive. Do I think of him sexually? Yeah. Would I ever act on it? Yeah but I don’t think he’s into dudes. He doesn’t know I am. No one does except for a few fuck-buds and they are closeted too. The one buried in my ass right now has a steady girlfriend. But then so do I. I’ve had plenty of fantasies about getting with dad. Especially, in high school my junior and senior years. I was getting bigger for football and he was right there with me in the gym, on runs and helped with nutrition. He’s the greatest dad a guy could have. He gets more attention than me only because it’s not very often you see a guy his age in the kind of shape he’s in. I bet he would be a top which is just fine with me.

    “How come you never showed me pics of your dad?”

    Because I knew once he saw the pics he wouldn’t shut up about him. I’ve had to put up with that all my life. All my girlfriends flirted with him. My buddies wanted to be him. Jealous? Yes.

    “Dude, can you just keep fucking me?” I said, more demanding than questioning. I wanted to get fucked hard. That’s why I hooked up with Brady. He’s bigger than me, cocky and he fucks like a machine.

    “You got it.” Now his pace picked up and he started to pound faster. I clicked the screen off and threw the phone on the corner of the mattress.

    “Dude. Keep the pic up.” He slowed down the fucking and reached forward and took the phone and put it in front of my face.

    “Why?…Just keep boning me, dude.” I asked as he pummeled me.

    “Open it,” he commanded. All the weight of his 205 pounds of muscle rested on my back. The facial recognition opened the phone and my dad’s pic revealed itself.

    “Hold it so I can see it.” He said as he pulled his dick out to the opening of my hole and slowly slid back in.

    “I can’t.”

    “Fuck, you’re such a pussy.” He took the phone and set it upright on the shelf above my head.

    “Dude. Not cool. You’re gonna fuck me while you stare at my dad?” I asked a little pissed off.

    “Shut up,” he growled.

    My dad’s muscular ripped body shining in my face as Brady used it to get off.

    “Brady… AHHHH…!” He rammed in full-force, painful. But then suddenly I felt the surge of pleasure as his dick grazed my prostate.

    Brady grunted and thrust into me hard and fast. He smacked me in the face. I loved it when he smacked me around.

    “Shut up, man. Someone might here.”

    His pace picked up again. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as his muscular ass pumped up and down pushing his rock-hard cock deeper, deeper than I’ve ever felt before.

    “Fuck, babe. Your fucking dad is so fucking hot, bro. You tap that? I would. Hell, I’d let him tap me,” the young top hissed.

    I didn’t answer him. I just arched my back, sending my butt higher and making him go deeper.

    He pulled my hair again and he whispered into my ear.

    “Yeah, dude. I bet he came into your room at night and hit this tight ass while you slept. Huh?.”

    Brady is always very verbal but I’ve never heard him spew this much fuck-talk. Kinky fuck talk. It’s usually a quick pump and dump then we’d go play video games or grab a beer. Back to straight buds again.

    “Did he, Dylan? Huh?”

    Oh my god, just thinking about dad waking me up out of a dead sleep by sliding inside me and throwing me a fuck. Use me just to get off. After he would just pull his briefs back up and leave. Next morning act like nothing happened. During the day, father and son. At night, his fuck-boy.”

    “Dude, I’m about to cum. Don’t stop fucking me,” I pant. The more he talked about my dad fucking me the more I wanted to get fucked.

    “Yeah? Gonna cum thinking about your dad breeding your butch football player ass?”

    That was it, I shot cum all over the sheets under me.

    “Dylan, you perv!” He laughed while continuing to fuck me. “You just shot thinking about your Dad didn’t you?”

    “Shut up, asshole. You going to finish or not?”

    Brady laughed in my ear. His paced slowed. He licked my ear and then whispered, “I want to watch your dad fuck you.”

    I was again rock hard. I grabbed the sheets, pulled them up to my mouth and I bit down hard as the thick cock started another round of rough slamming.

    “Brady… Uh… Bro…Uh… Brady… Uh… Oh god… Dude! Killin me.!”

    “Does daddy fuck you like this? I bet he destroys your ass. You’re his bitch, aren’t ya?”

    My mind was reeling from the fuck-talk.

    “Does hot dad know his big jock son is a cum-dump? Huh? He know you like to put out for dudes?”

    “Uh, uh, uh, NO,” I gasp.

    “Let’s ask him.”

    “What?”

    Brady leaned over me and took my vibrating phone in his hand.

    “He’s calling FaceTime, dude,” he laughed.

    “What the fuck, dude? NO! I’ll fucking kill you!” I yelled as Brady went back to fucking me, laughing at the same time.

    He punched me in the back of the head with his free hand and then held my head down on the mattress before he smacked it again. He’s never hit me like that before. I was dizzy. Disorientated. I didn’t understand what was going on. Brady had clocked me so hard I was hazy.

    “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Pussyboy. You say one word and I will beat your ass. Got it?”

    I lay there quietly too much in pain to do anything. My big 210 pounds of hard muscle lay still, full of cock, as my fucker answered my phone.

    He turned on the speaker phone after he answered.

    “Hey, big guy. You get my pic?” My dad asked before realizing it wasn’t me on the screen.

    I was silent.

    “Yeah. He got it.”

    “Who are you?”

    “I’m Brady. I’m Dylan’s best bud.”

    “Yes, I think he’s mentioned you. You sound out of breath,” Dad said.

    “Oh yeah, sorry, I’m giving Dylan a good workout,” he smiled.

    “Oh! Good to have a workout buddy. So, is he there?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Can you put him on?”

    “No. Should be back in a minute.”

    “I can call back.”

    Brady ignored him and I prayed he would be good.

    “So, Dylan’s dad…”

    “It’s David,” dad stated.

    “So, David. Dylan showed me your pic. Impressive, David. Very impressive.”

    “Oh. Oh, thanks. He showed you, huh?” dad stated again. “He’s showing off his old dad, is he?” Dad smirked.

    “Yeah, he’s really proud of his dad. Won’t shut up about you. Always bragging about how hot you are.”

    “Hot?” Dad laughed. “I guess you younger guys are more open these days. Who knows what “hot” means anymore.”

    I was still on my stomach with Brady buried in to the hilt. He was now just gently rocking back and forth in my ass.

    “Nope, hot still means hot. You are hot. Not many guys your age look like you.”

    “Ok…thanks Brady. Is Dylan back yet?” He asked uncomfortably.

    Brady ignored the question. “Now I know where Brady gets it from. The abs, the arms, chest and let’s face it, he’s handsome as hell just like dad.”

    Dad smirked again. “Brady, I think you might be crushing on my son. Which is ok. No judgment. I get hit on by gay guys all the time. It’s flattering.”

    I looked up in surprise. He’s ok with my best bud being gay? He gets hit on all the time? Maybe I should just see how this plays out. He might be just fine with me into dudes.

    Brady still ignored dad’s last comment.

    “Yeah, he gets hit on all the time by gay dudes. Hot gay dudes too. You’d never know they were gay, though. Married dudes. Athletes with girlfriends mostly. All closeted. No one knows but a few chosen ones like Dylan and me. Funny. Dylan is an athlete with a girlfriend. I mean, if he were gay, no one would know, right?” Dylan laughed.

    Dad was silent. He was thinking. He was confused as to where the conversation was heading.

    Brady continued. “Be straight with me, handsome. You ever thought about, you know, hooking up with a dude? Hot guy like you must think about it.”

    “Huh? What? Brady, I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about my sexual hookups,” Dad said sternly.

    “Oh, so you HAVE hooked up with a guy?”

    “Brady. I’m going to go. Have Dylan call me later.”

    “David, come on. It’s just two hot guys talking here. You’re handsome as fuck. I bet all the boys are throwing themselves at you. The ones with daddy issues?”

    Dad laughed. “Daddy issues?” Dad became quiet when Brady nodded his head but he was looking straight into Brady’s eyes. Both gave an intense stare, daring the other to talk first. “Brady, I think I know what you’re trying to get out of me. It’s not going to work.”

    “You’re cute when you smile.” Brady taunted. “David, I’m just curious. I won’t tell Brady, I swear. He showed me your pic and I just had to meet you. You’re just my type. If you were gay, would you tap this?” He held out the phone so Dad could see his ripped torso.

    Dad laughed again. “Brady… Oh! Wow. That is impressive, Brady.” Dad paused. “I mean, wow.” He sounded like he wanted to say something more but was scared.

    They both looked at each other with knowing smiles.

    “David. I promise I won’t tell. I’d love to meet you in person sometime by the way. Hang out with you and Dylan. You and I can get to know each other. David. Come on. Just tell me.”

    Dad looked away embarrassed. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. He smiled at Brady, shaking his head in disbelief but flirtatious as well.

    Dad sighed. “Yeah, I hook up with guys. You can’t tell Dylan. ”

    My head shot up again. “What?” I whispered.

    “Right on, Dylan’s dad. That’s so hot. Younger dudes?”

    “Yes. The only reason I’m telling you is because…” Dad stopped, second guessing his words.

    “David, you can trust me.” Brady wore is most sincere face. He’s a shit.

    “Yeah. I mean… if they’re hot it doesn’t matter the age but I tend to go for guys who are…”

    “Dylan’s age?” Brady finished his sentence.

    Dad embarrassed again said, “yeah. Is that pervy?”

    “God, no. That’s interesting. I think Dylan is probably the hottest guy I know. Well, besides you, now that I’ve seen you.”p

    “Yeah. My kid’s a stud. Always has been. My type of guy.” Dad was hesitant with his words. “Brady, you’re very attractive and to answer your question, yes, I would tap that.”

    “Sweet! Well then we definitely need to hook up when you’re here next.”

    “Yeah. I’d like that. Just you and me. Get Dylan out of the way for a while.” My dad smiled at him.

    “Or not,” said Brady.

    Dad’s eyebrow arched in a surprised way and then laughed like it was a joke.

    “Damn, now you’ve got me excited to see you,” Dad said quietly.

    “Wish you were here right now. You’d find it very interesting, I’m sure.”

    “Not that I want to stop talking to you but where the fuck is Dylan? Shouldn’t he be back by now? Couldn’t have gone far, he left his phone. What’s he doing?”

    “Getting fucked.”

    Dylan turned the camera perspective to film the other direction and aimed it down. He started to fuck me hard again. My head came up off the mattress and I let out a loan moan at the sudden jolt of cock. Dad could see me laying there taking Brady’s cock.

    Brady whispered in my ear, “He knows, babe. Knows you’re getting fucked.”

    “What the fuck?” was all my dad could say.

    “Your kid loves to take it up that ass, Davey Boy.”

    “Dylan?”

    “I know how he likes to get fucked. He likes it hard and rough.”

    He aimed the phone down to film his cock going in and out of my ass.

    “Dylan? Has he been there the whole time?” Dad was petrified.

    “Yep. Been sitting here with my cock in his ass, listening to you and I flirt.”

    “Oh, my god. Oh, my god.”

    Brady jabbed in hard.

    “AWW… FUCK!” I yelled in pleasure.

    “See? Likes it rough.”

    Dad sat still and watched me get fucked like a two-bit whore.

    I continued to moan and grunt.

    “So, Dylan’s dad. Want to watch me cum inside your son’s big muscle ass?”

    Dad swallowed hard. His head was swimming. He watched my back flex, muscles popping out. My head flopping up and down as Brady jack-hammered my hole.

    “Yes.”

    Brady set the phone back down on the shelf so dad could see everything. Dad took off his tight t-shirt and I heard his belt unbuckle and his pants open. Dad started to jerk off.

    “Fuck him,” Dad growled.

    Brady gave him a cocky sneer and grabbed my hair and pulled me back, raising me onto all fours.

    “Arch that back, fucking whore,” Brady yelled as he slapped my ass hard.

    “AH! OH!” I screamed at the sudden pain.

    “Fuck him harder,” my dad hissed.

    Brady fucked me the hardest he ever has. My mouth was wide open, my eye’s closed and a constant grunting noise came from my throat. He pulled my hair again and slapped my face.

    “Fuck, that’s hot!” Dad said.

    Brady continued his assault but I knew he was getting close.

    “Look, David. Look at your big beefy son. Big football player taking cock.”

    “Yeah. Taking cock,” Dad whispered.

    “He’s a cock whore, David. This big stud cannot get enough cock up this hungry tight ass. Can you Dylan?”

    I opened my eyes and looked into the screen. “No! Love it, Dad, Love it so much.”

    “Fuck, Dylan. Look at you, boy. My boy giving it up to his bud. You’re are a bitch. Just another man’s cunt.”

    Brady mussed my hair. “Yep, that’s our Dylan. Our big butch cunt.”

    “I’ve fucked guys like you, son. Fucked a ton of them. I know your type. I know what you want. I know what you need. They’re always talking shit, showing off their asses, all big and tough in the weight room until you get them alone and their fucking legs fly up in the air begging daddy to fuck their pussies.”

    I could feel Brady’s cock swell in my ass as he grabbed hold of my hips, looked up at the ceiling and howled as he shot off a huge load of jizz up my ass. He shot again as he grabbed harder my hips and slapped my butt.

    Then I heard yelling coming from my phone. Dad was shooting cum three feet high into the air. It landed in his perfectly quaffed salt and pepper hair. Some landed on his face and dripped down on to his beautiful chest.

    We were all out of breath. Brady slid out of me and pulled me up to kiss him. He gave me an ass squeeze as he buried his tongue down my throat.

    Dad wiped his chest and face with his t-shirt while starting to laugh.

    Brady and I also started to laugh.

    “I can’t believe my dad just watched me get fucked by a dude,” I said.

    “I can’t believe I just watched my kid get fucked by a dude either,” Dad said.

    “I can’t believe I got to fuck a dude while his hot dad watched.”

    Dad smiled. “Well, I guess we found out a lot about each other today. Huh?”

    “That we did, Dad.”

    “So, do we need to talk about all this or are we good?” Dad asked.

    “I think we’re good.” I smiled.

    Dad reached off camera and grabbed his laptop.

    “What are you doing?” I asked.

    He gave a cocky sneer to the camera. “Booking a flight to come see you two.”

    “Good. I was hoping you would want to soon,” said Brady.

    Dad looked up from his laptop. “Why is that?”

    Brady put his arm around me and kissed me.

    “Because I want to watch you fuck your son.”


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  • Cherry Busting

    Roland’s ears were like radar scanners, inviting the most intimate details from women who just couldn’t help themselves relating their bedroom secrets to him. It was actually uncanny how they would simply unload in his presence.

    Dorothy, who worked with him, told him about her big butch husband who loved having her finger in his arse. Innocent as that was initially, according to her, Barry then bought a dildo that he asked her to plunge it into his arse when he fucked her. The even funnier part of the story was that he apparently yelped like a little girl as she did so. Dorothy would then proudly show off all the trinkets she had received for her acquiescence.

    Shortly after Dorothy’s revelation, Rusty and Jill became Roland’s neighbours in Roland’s apartment block. Jill was a petite blond bimbo, but very sweet. Rusty, however, was the ultimate uber-male. He was large and thickset, and had played football and wrestled while at school. He was ruggedly handsome with a large jawbone, which was punctuated by an enormous cleft in his chin. As much as Roland would have loved to have sex with him, Rusty had the irritating habit of constantly telling Roland that he was super-straight. Roland had never tried to hide his homosexuality, but Rusty obviously felt the need to hammer home his heterosexuality.

    Jill confided in Roland that although Rusty was ‘okay’ in bed, for her taste, he was a little too rough. Though Rusty never beat her up, she would often have bruises from the way he gripped her body as he pounded her. Roland was even shown the discoloured manifestations of their bedroom antics. According to Jill, Rusty’s cock was also thicker than most men’s and her pussy also took quite a bit of punishment during their encounters. Her most surprising revelation was that Jill believed that Rusty would actually be better suited to gay sex, because of his lack of understanding when it came to pleasuring and handling the female body.

    A month later, when Jill went to visit her ailing mother she begged Roland to make sure that her husband, whom according to her couldn’t even fry an egg, was properly fed. Because Jill knew that Rusty would simply eat junk food, she made a number of pre prepared meals to feed them during the period that she would be away and asked Roland to take care of serving their dinners.

    On their first evening together, Roland was again regaled with Rusty’s heterosexual litany. Fortunately, Rusty did not stay long before he made his way back to his own apartment. Although Roland was irritated by his visitor, he decided not to make an issue of it.

    On the second evening, however, matters escalated to a higher level.

    “So, do you really enjoy having a cock up your arse?” Rusty inquired.

    “Sure,” replied Roland.

    With a look of disdain Rusty then answered, “Bro, this is for fucking pussy,” he said pointing to his cock. Then pointing behind at his backside, he crassly continued, “and this is exclusively for shitting.”

    Having a quirky sense of humour and also having had enough of Rusty’s bullshit, Roland then asked, “So… have you never butt-fucked a woman?”

    “Nah,” Rusty replied.

    Turning the tables, Roland then looked at Rusty with contempt and replied, “Ah well, whatever. You are very different to any normal straight guy that I have ever met.”

    “What do you mean?” Rusty asked, dumbfounded.

    “Well every real straight guy that I have ever met says that although pussy is great, there is nothing better than a tight arse. But… what do I know,” Roland concluded with an indifferent shrug.

    Roland could see Rusty’s eyes spinning with confusion before he pressed on. Roland then told Rusty about Dorothy and Barry, without leaving out one detail.

    After he finished his dissertation Rusty looked at him in disbelief and referring to Barry answered, “What kind of sick fuck is that?”

    Again, Roland donned the mantle of the professor and enthused about the benefits of anal stimulation. “The anus is one of the most erogenous zones on the body,” Roland then concluded.

    “No fucking way,” Rusty replied, floundering.

    “Whatever,” Roland condescendingly uttered.

    As Roland continued warming their food he could observe Rusty’s confused contemplation.

    “Jill won’t let me,” Rusty finally said.

    “Oh,” Roland replied, feigning disinterest.

    “My cocks too fat, dude. It’s thicker than a beer can. It doesn’t even fit into her mouth and she also constantly whines about me stretching her cunt.” Rusty forlornly concluded.

    “Wow… I’m really sorry,” Roland answered. “I didn’t mean to be nasty or anything.”

    For the next several moments they intently observed one another, before Rusty smiled and said, “I really like you, dude, and I’m really sorry that I’ve been such an arsehole.”

    “Well, I like you too,” Roland replied, before warmly suggesting, “Maybe a man hug could sort out our apologies?”

    Rusty then walked over and embraced Roland. What surprised Roland most was the length of their hug. After an age, Rusty finally released Roland and said, “I promise to stop my bullshit from now on.” Roland then smiled and nodded, in acceptance of the apology.

    As they ate there was a peculiar silence and a strange exchange of eye contact, it was almost as if they had progressed to level of intimacy. There was no more bravado from Rusty and a comfortable camaraderie seemed to hang over them.

    “I’ve always been strangely attracted to you,” Rusty then said, before continuing, “That’s why I’m always doing the anti-gay shit. I suppose it’s a defence mechanism of some sort.”

    Next, Rusty dropped the bombshell by saying, “I’ve never had sex with a guy and would really like to try it out.”

    “Rusty, if Jill ever found out about your ‘experiment,’ I would really hate to be the one that Jill blames. I like Jill and I would hate to fuck things up between the two of you.” Roland uncomfortably countered.

    “She doesn’t have to know,” Rusty replied, before continuing, “Besides, my relationship with Jill is practically over. You’ll see dude; I’ll be given my marching orders after she gets back.”

    “Why do you say that?” Roland asked.

    “Well… I’m too rough with her. I can’t help myself when I fuck, I just like it rough. After every encounter I practically have to beg her for sex over the following few days. It’s funny, but this has always been the story of my life and all my former girlfriends broke up with me for exactly the same reason,” There was a sustained silence before Rusty mournfully concluded, “Looks like I may have spent my entire life on the wrong side of the fence.”

    The two of them just sat looking at one another before Rusty broke the ice. “Please let me stay the night… please, bro,” Rusty said in such a pleading manner that Roland didn’t have the heart to say no. Reticent as he was, Roland, nevertheless, nodded his head in agreement.

    Later, when they moved through to the bedroom they both undressed very gingerly. Much as Roland found Rusty very hot, his conscience was bothering him. Rusty in turn, looked like a shy teenager about to have his first fuck with an experienced woman. Once undressed, however, Roland’s eyes lit up when he saw the beautiful male specimen before him. Strangely, neither one had erections, which Roland surmised was due to their feelings of guilt. Rusty had the most magnificent uncut cock that Roland had ever seen. Flaccid, Rusty’s knob was very fat and Roland wondered how much thicker it could get.

    At first they simply lay on the bed facing each another. After Roland realised that he would have to take the initiative, he moved his face towards Rusty’s head. There was a slight hesitation from Rusty, but he did allow their lips to touch. At first their lips brushed against one other’s and then slowly, their tongues came into play. Not long after, when their oral wrestling became slightly more ardent, Roland decided not to push too hard. Changing tactics, Roland now began to move his head down Rusty’s body. As he did so, Rusty shifted onto his back and repositioned his body in the middle of the bed with his legs apart.

    Rusty now lay with his hands behind his head as he watched Roland’s head closing in on his crotch. As Roland took hold of Rusty’s knob he watched in awe as the cock began expanding in girth. Roland had a good sized dick that was as long as Rusty’s, but that’s where the similarity ended. When Rusty’s thick salami reached its full thickness, Roland fully understood why Jill’s pussy took enormous strain. Roland initially commenced licking the dick-head before expanding his lips to their maximum; next, he began lolling his tongue around the glans. Following this, Roland began using his tongue like a paintbrush on Rusty’s shaft.

    As Roland moved his mouth to and fro, to ever increasing sounds of contentment, his left hand began to fondle Rusty’s nuts. Glancing up at Rusty’s face, he saw that Rusty had tilted his head backward in ecstasy. Shortly, Roland also began licking Rusty’s balls and fondling his thick knob.

    Taking his time, Roland settled into a steady rhythm as he listened to Rusty’s low groans of pleasure. Roland now began to encourage Rusty’s legs upward and was rewarded when Rusty bent his knees as he pulled his legs even wider apart. As Roland’s lips moved ever lower, he asked Rusty to pull his legs back so that he could have an unobstructed access to Rusty’s pucker.

    When Roland began to lick the pink cherry the groans from Rusty became pants of excitement and when Roland started to prod with his tongue, Rusty began to grunt.

    “Fuck, dude, fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah. Eat that fucking hole, bro. Oh Jesus,” Rusty stammered, constantly repeating his litany of expletives.

    Roland now wanted total access. He was determined to take Rusty’s cherry but knew that he would have to do so carefully. He could feel that horniness was now overcoming Rusty’s natural resistance and knew that if he kept up his stimulation, Rusty would allow him to fuck the pink eye that was blinking at him.

    “Turn onto your stomach, boy, and spread them for me,” Roland then ordered as he took control.

    In a flash, Rusty complied with an obedient, “Yes sir.”

    Fortunately, as Rusty settled on his stomach, his head was facing in the opposite direction of the bedside table where Roland kept his lube. Roland quickly retrieved his tube of lubrication before he again took up station at Rusty’s backside. Once more, Roland began to lick and prod at Rusty’s hole, which was now comfortably open to his oral onslaught. As Roland’s munching gathered momentum, ‘ngh’s’ and ‘aah’s’ spilled from Rusty’s lips. Rusty now also began grinding his crotch on the bed. Testing the water, Roland gave Rusty a few hefty slaps on his butt, to the accompaniment of ‘ooh’s’ that now joined Rusty’s carnal vocabulary.

    Roland then flipped the lid of the lube and after applying some of it to Rusty’s crack, began to circle the butthole with his right thumb. An apprehensive silence followed as Roland began to insert the tip of his thumb into the pink hole. Roland could sense Rusty tensing and decided that a few more slaps were in order. As Rusty finally relaxed afterward, Roland pushed his thumb in up to the first knuckle. When Roland began to turn his thumb to and fro, he was very pleased to hear Rusty’s contented sounds. Roland now kept up his thumb action, until it was all the way in.

    After coaxing Rusty onto his knees at the end of the bed and ensuring that Rusty’s manhole was at a suitable height, Roland then rapidly inserted his middle finger into the hole. Rusty went silent and Roland could feel Rusty tense up, but after a few more slaps Rusty once more relaxed. When Roland located Rusty’s prostate, lusty sounds again poured from Rusty’s lips. Roland then commenced pushing a second finger into Rusty’s hole and in anticipation of a possible overreaction, really began smacking Rusty’s backside very hard.

    “Fuck, dude, I’m not so sure about this.” Rusty groaned, as Roland’s finger action really intensified.

    “Relax, bro, this is going to be great, you’ll see,” Roland assured him.

    Stemming his attack, Roland now stopped spearing and allowed his fingers to calmly massage Rusty’s pleasure gland. As the tension from Rusty again abated, Roland looked at the reddening cheeks before him with satisfaction, in the full knowledge that he would soon be fucking Rusty’s pucker.

    Not long after, Roland withdrew his fingers and placed the head of his dick at Rusty’s chute. Roland now worked very quickly and gripped onto Rusty’s hips very tightly. As Roland’s cock began to apply pressure to Rusty’s sphincter, Rusty really tensed up.

    “Jesus, dude, I’m really not sure about this,” Rusty whimpered.

    “Relax Rusty, I promise you are going to love this.” Roland replied, as he clamped onto Rusty’s hips with all his might and nudged his knob ever forward.

    “Jesus, oh Jesus, fuck,” Rusty stuttered over and over, as his hole got subjugated. Rusty didn’t realise that his twitching was actually speeding up the entry process. Roland smiled as their bodies merged and he could no longer see his knob. As he listened to the fading groans, Roland sensed that Rusty had finally capitulated.

    “Now I’m going to fuck you good and solid, buddy.” Roland announced.

    “Yes sir,” Rusty answered in a defeated moan.

    After holding still in Rusty for a short while, Roland hips sprang into action and he slowly commenced fucking Rusty, before steadily escalating his thrusting.

    As the groans from Rusty reached a higher pitch of contentment, Roland derisively laughed and asked, “So, boy, do you still think this hole is only for shitting?”

    “Nooo,” Roland heard Rusty submissively whisper. In total control Roland now began an all-out attack on Rusty man-cunt. First, he commenced with a series of longer strokes, pushing and pulling his dick in and out harder and faster. Next, Roland pulled his dick all the way out momentarily, before forcefully plunging it back into Rusty’s butt. Each one of these actions was accompanied by a hefty smack.

    “Have you learned your lesson, boy, or do you need more discipline?” Roland barked.

    “Yes sir… I mean no sir. I haven’t learned my lesson yet sir,” Rusty stammered. Alternating hands, Roland now began to whack Rusty’s backside meaningfully. The pauses between insertions into Rusty’s hole also became more prolonged. Roland now started allowing Rusty’s pucker to fully close and relax, before he again stabbed his dick into Rusty backside. The sounds of Rusty’s grunts really excited Roland as he traumatized Rusty’s sphincter.

    Next, Roland gripped hold of Rusty’s arse, and as his fingers compressed the flesh he commenced pulling Rusty onto his cock manically.

    As Roland hammered his knob into Rusty, he watched as Rusty’s right arm moved under his own body. From the movement of Rusty’s arm, Roland knew that Rusty had started tugging on his own dick.

    “Don’t you dare cum, boy, you only cum when I tell you to,” Roland ordered.

    “Yes sir,” Rusty gasped.

    Roland now began varying his pace, wanting this to last as long as possible. The sight of his knob commandeering Rusty’s hole was mesmerising to him.

    Several minutes later, however, Roland could no longer hold out and as his balls began to churn, he knew that he was about to perform his final act of appropriation. As Roland’s spunk sprayed into Rusty, Roland let out a triumphant roar. This had been the most exciting fuck of his life and he felt more gratified than ever before.

    After slowly removing his dick, he said, “Don’t move, Rusty, just stay exactly as you are.” Roland now walked to the cupboard and selected a nice sized butt plug. Returning, he rubbed lube onto it and inserted into Rusty’s arse.

    “What’s that?” Rusty queried.

    “It’s a butt plug. From now on you will either this or my dick in your arse.” Roland commanded.

    “Yes sir,” Rusty replied submissively.

    After Rusty arose from the bed their bodies locked, before a frenzied episode of kissing commenced. When their lips finally parted, however, Rusty took over control from Roland. Gripping hold of Roland’s arm he flung Roland onto the bed on his stomach.

    “Stay exactly where you are bum-boy, now it’s my turn,” he announced.

    After walking to the cupboard where Roland had retrieved the butt plug, Rusty selected the largest one he could find. As he approached the bed Roland’s heart beat faster as he looked at the sex toy. Roland had never used this plug because it was too big, and actually, he had simply bought it as a joke to entertain his friends with.

    Roland now began pleading, but Rusty would have none of it. After applying lube to the object Rusty sat on Roland’s back and started inserting the plug. As much as it hurt, Roland did reason that given the girth of Rusty’s dick, maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all.

    Once inserted, Rusty lifted off Roland and said, “None of my girlfriends would ever let me whack them, now I’m going to make up for lost time.”

    With his hand firmly holding down Roland’s body, Rusty began to smack Roland’s backside forcefully. There was no gradual build-up, just an all-out onslaught. Rusty grunted with excitement and as Roland’s cheeks went bright red and actually had to force himself to back off. Rusty then removed the butt plug in a flash before mounting Roland’s body and forcing his dick into Roland’s contracting sphincter. Roland gasped as his manhole got expanded to its ultimate girth.

    Next, Rusty placed Roland in a headlock as he began to hammer Roland’s arse. “There will be no tapping out,” Rusty snorted.

    Roland couldn’t believe how good Rusty’s dick felt as he got pummelled. Having turned the tables, Rusty now coaxed Roland to the end of the bed. With Roland on his knees and his backside suitably positioned, Rusty began to fuck Roland solidly. Rusty’s more powerful hands also clamped Roland’s backside far harder, and Roland knew that he would be sporting the bruises for a few days after their encounter. Having picked up on Roland’s earlier method, Rusty now also began the all in, and out technique, which Roland had employed. Roland’s grunts, however, were far louder as his arse got plundered by Rusty’s thick log.

    With both guys were having the best sex of their lives, Rusty soon became overwhelmed by horniness. When his excitement reached fever pitch, he forced Roland flat on his stomach and pummelled into Roland in a frenzied fashion. As Rusty began expelling his spunk into Roland, Roland thought Rusty was having a fit on top of him. Exhausted, the two of them just lay side by side on the bed afterwards.

    Later, upon returning to the living room and enjoying a beer, they once again had sex. This time, however, it was far less manic.

    For the following two nights, they again had gratifying sex. After their final hectic session before Jill’s return, however, Rusty became very pensive.

    “Would you be prepared to take me in for a short while until I can find a place of my own,” Rusty asked.

    “What are you talking about?” Roland asked, perplexed.

    Rusty then told Roland that he had decided to end his relationship with Jill before she did so. He said that the three nights he had spent with Roland had opened a new door for him, and that he had no plans of going backward again. He knew that Jill wanted to end their relationship, and so he had decided to make it easy for her and get on with his own life.

    “Will you tell her about us?” Roland asked, nervously.

    “No. It has nothing to do with her.” Rusty answered. “You’re not to blame for this Roland; you simply supplied me with a key. In fact, you have done both Jill and I a huge favour,” Rusty concluded.

    “Okay, sure… I don’t mind, you can move in here for a while,” Roland stammered in reply.

    Rusty did move in with Roland the following day and as he had surmised, Jill was about to end their relationship. Jill even thanked Roland a few days later when they encountered one another in the buildings entrance.

    A month later, Jill moved out and offered her apartment to Rusty. Rusty, however, lied and said that he had already found another place. It was rather clear that Rusty had no intention of finding his own place, and Roland was extremely happy with that decision.


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  • Another Hole

    A few weeks after my encounter with the butcher, the head of my department called me into his office. He told me that reports indicated that my students were doing well, they enjoyed my classes and that he intended to recommend that I be asked to return for a second year.

    I was surprised. First-year professors didn’t usually find out about returning until the early part of the spring semester. I thanked him, and he told me he wanted to talk a little about my personal life if I was comfortable with it. I had a feeling that he wanted to discuss my sexuality even though it was considered an off-limits topic.

    I gave him permission to say whatever he had on his mind. I wanted things like that in the open instead of festering behind the scenes. He told me he had noted my lack of female companionship at parties and other events.  

    I gave a very unemotional response. “I don’t date women, sir.”

    His eyes told me he wanted more truth in my answer.

    I continued. “I rarely date men, but when I do, it’s away from campus. I want to keep my personal life apart from my academic one.”

    “I can appreciate that,” he said. “I hope I’m not overstepping here, but as I’ve gotten to know you better, I’ve wondered if you might be a match for my nephew Edward.”

    A fix-up, interesting. “I see.”

    “There’s no obligation; I haven’t said anything to him. He’s not out to anyone outside the family, well, except for some of his ‘friends’. He’s well educated, and he works for a subsidiary of Boeing. I have a picture of him if that will help you decide.”

    “No, that’s ok. I’m willing to meet him and see if we hit it off. I’ve been wondering whether I should start seeing someone on a regular basis.” That last part was a stretch. I knew that the one-time-only rule was making me question myself. Perhaps I should find out what things are like on a second date. “Do you think he’d prefer calling me or should I call him?”

    “Let me contact him and give him your number. I’ve always told him that if I found someone I thought he’d like, I’d check things out. Physically, from what he’s told me, you’re definitely his type.”

    A few days later, my phone rang. It was Edward, and we set up a meeting. That Friday, he picked me up in front of my apartment, and we headed into town.  

    “I know we talked some about where to go eat. Are you in the mood for anything special tonight?”

    I turned toward him. His eyes were on the road; he glanced from time to time into the mirror and occasionally toward me, but his attention was on his driving. “You’re going to think this is weird, but I have a craving for a waffle and a spinach omelet.”

    “I don’t think that’s crazy. I think more people should have breakfast for dinner.” He laughed. It was a nice laugh.

    On the way to IHOP, we talked about his job. He didn’t talk too much, and he was interesting. I enjoyed myself. I didn’t have the urge to fuck him, and I wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing. I started to contemplate whether I should have that feeling now, or if it came later when guys were a couple. I really didn’t know any gay men who had successful relationships, but then I didn’t hang out with gay men.

    “A penny for your thoughts.”

    “Oh, I was just thinking that I like to talk to you. I think we could be good friends.”

    “Yeah, but you aren’t interested in having sex with me, are you?”

    I wasn’t sure how to respond.

    “It’s ok. I’m not really feeling a romantic connection either, but you’re right, I do enjoy talking to you.”

    We pulled into the restaurant parking lot, and as we neared the door, I said, “It’s my treat. I want to take my new friend to dinner.”

    He laughed and opened the door for me. I opened the inner door for him. As we walked in, I put my arm around him. “I see a bright future for us.”

    Edward stopped suddenly. He was looking at the man sitting on a bench by the door. “Hi, Doug.”

    Doug didn’t say anything.

    I don’t know what came over me, but I said, “Hi, Doug.”

    Doug looked at me and then back at Edward. “Who’s your date, Eddy?”

    I didn’t like the tone of his question. “I’m Jacob. Edward’s uncle set us up. Where’s your date, Doug?”

    Doug glared at me for a few seconds. “He’ll be along any minute, I’m sure.”

    I got very uncomfortable at that moment. The door behind us opened and a familiar face walked in. I couldn’t remember who it was, but I was sure I’d seen that face looking up at me.

    The waitress walked up. “Four?”

    Doug took the man by the arm. “We’re not with them.”

    We were seated several booths away. I apologized to Edward. I told him I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean to out him.

    “It’s OK, Jacob. I’ve wanted to tell him. We work together, and the truth is that I have feelings for him. Why did he seem so angry that I was with someone else?”

    “He’s probably in love with you,” I said.  

    “You think?” There seemed to be a glimmer of hope in his question.

    “Who wouldn’t be, Edward? You’re obviously a great guy. Why don’t you go talk to him?”

    “He’s on a date.”

    It clicked. Doug was with Bryce, the guy in my contacts list, the one I’ve been tempted to text so many times. I decided that now was the time. “Go talk to him. I’m going to distract his date for you.” OK, that last part was a lie, I was going to distract him for me.

    Edward got up and walked the long way around so that Doug would see his approach. I wondered what he would say, but Edward walked right past Doug’s table and to the restroom.

    I sent Bryce a text. I saw Doug get up and walk to the restroom. I sent another text, ‘Come talk to me while our dates are in the restroom.’

    Bryce came over to my table and sat across from me.

    “How have you been doing?” I asked him. “I’ve thought a lot about you over these past few years.”

    “I haven’t forgotten about you either,” he replied.

    “I see that you’re dating guys.”

    “Yeah, after you and… well, after that, I decided to talk to my wife about things. Before I was able to tell her, she told me that she had fallen out of love with me and wanted to date this guy from work. We got a divorce, and I’ve started to date.”

    “There were a lot of times that I sat down to text you, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to disrupt your life, but I kept wondering.”

    “Wondering what?”

    “Whether there could be something between us,” I answered.

    “I wondered that at first, too. But I wasn’t sure, and when I heard nothing from you, I realized that you were meant for someone else.”

    Those words should have felt like a slap across the face, but they felt more like self-realization.

    “After all this time, you are wondering about the two of us, are you?  I hope you weren’t using the idea of us to keep you from actually looking for someone to spend your life with.”

    Had I? What did I want? Did I even know? I knew I wanted to go home. My head was spinning. I looked toward the restroom. They were gone for an awfully long time. “Bryce, will you take me home if Edward can’t.”

    “No. You need to figure things out for yourself.  Know that you helped me.  And here’s another little thing I learned, don’t let what when before ruin what can be.”

    Had he looked into my soul?  What had I done to myself?

    “Jacob, I hope for the best for you. Tell Doug that I went home.” He got up and left the restaurant. I headed for the bathroom.

    I walked in and heard the two of them immediately hush. I went to the first stall and stood on the toilet seat to look over into the handicap stall. “I cannot believe you two are fucking in the IHOP bathroom.”

    The two of them looked up in horror at me. “I expect you out at the table in sixty seconds or I’m telling the manager.” Bryce went home, by the way.

    Thirty minutes later, I was at home. I hadn’t eaten, and I hadn’t been to the store since ruining that rib-eye. I headed out to the store. I was looking at some TV dinners when I decided that I should try another steak. I walked up to the meat counter. I couldn’t decide what to get. The selections just seemed to confuse me. I turned to go when I saw Brad pulling a cart of chickens behind him. He sure looked good.  A woman came up to him, and I saw him smile at her and point to the counter. He had such a great smile, and I remembered the way he kissed.

    He looked in my direction and saw me. I smiled, but he didn’t smile back, but he approached me. “Are you finding everything?”

    “No,” I answered. “But I’m getting close. How are you?”

    I saw him clench his teeth. His supervisor called him. He started to turn.  

    “What time do you get off?”

    “This isn’t the place to do this,” his tone was flat.  He kept turning and walked away.

    I thought for a moment and went to the flower department. I bought several bouquets and bundled them together. I went to the entrance of Apartment 5C and sat on the stoop. About 10 minutes later, it began to rain, and it was cold, but I thought about how I felt when I saw him again.  I wanted to be here when he got home.  It took another three hours before he showed up.

    “How long have you been sitting there?” were the first words from his mouth.  “You look like a drowned rat.”

    “I came straight here after seeing you.”

    “It’s my night to close.  You could have frozen to death.  You’re a fucking idiot.” He opened the door. “Come on in.”

    “You’re right,” I said looking into his face. I am an idiot, a fucking idiot.”

    “I didn’t mean it like that.”

    “It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for treating you like that; I’m sorry for leaving you like that. I’m sorry for not coming back. I want another chance to stay.”

    Brad ran his fingers through my wet hair. “Take your clothes off and lay them over this chair.” He left and came back with a towel.  

    “I see you got some more furniture,” I said.  “I thought you were a minimalist.”

    “I am, but we needed someplace to sit and look at each other while we ate our meals.”

    I looked at him, and I began to cry. He shushed me and held me. He didn’t understand then, but I told him later that the tears were a mix of happiness and of letting go. I had so much hatred and anger in me because of what Roger had done.  I had used sex without love or caring to keep people away.  But love had found a way to wiggle into my heart.

    Brad put the flowers in a water pitcher and began to remove his clothes. We snuggled together in his bed. I felt the warmth of another human being. He kissed me; I kissed him. He touched me in places that I didn’t know I had; it felt as though I were being touched for the first time. He touched the tip of my penis and pulled pre-cum away and tasted it with his tongue. I did likewise, and the urge to feel him inside me grew.  

    I had never felt that urge before, and I told him so. “I want to feel you inside me so bad, but I didn’t bring anything.”

    Brad reached under the mattress and pulled up several packages of condoms.  “I got these for us.”

    “Really?”

    “Well, I knew you were coming back.”


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  • When the tailor did more than measuring

    First facts about me when this story occurred. I was 18 years old, 5’7” with a runners built, wheatish complexion and moderately hairy. An authentic lahori punjabi munda. Very aware of being gay but like all, living in Pakistan I knew very well how to hide my sexuality.  

    Going to a tailor for personal clothing is very common in Pakistan. I loved my tailored made pants as they always fit best as compared to store bought. Our family had been going to the same tailor for at least I knew. He was a sweet old man who was by now getting too old but still ran the business like a pro. He had now hired 2-3 younger men to help him out. I believe they were his sons or some family members. 

    Anyway, my cousins wedding was coming up for which I needed a suit. Like custom I drove to the tailor and went inside the store. It was towards end of the day and the stores around were about to get ready to close. I knew I might not have much time but at least I would be able to pick out the fabric and come again for measurements. There was only one guy sitting at the cashier. When I walked in he asked how he could help. I asked for the older tailor as I had been getting measurements from him. The cashier informed me that his uncle had left but he himself will be more than glad to take measurements. 

    Now about this guy. He was extremely cute, around 19-21 years old, tan skin with a lean body. When he stood up he was quite tall, maybe 6 feet or so. Clean shaven and lips so sexy I could just kiss him all day. I must have been starring him for a minute because he asked me again if I needed his help. I was so embarrassed but quickly moved on by asking him to show me cotton fabric for suits. 

    He walked over to the lined up fabrics and I followed him. He said lets first take your measurements and then we can look at fabrics. I said yes sure, as that was the routine I was used to as well. Then he said since we was the only one at the store he will need to lock up and asked me to go back into the changing room.

    When I went into the changing room I felt this weird sexual energy following through my body. I am at a store with a very cute guy and the store is locked. The thoughts made me feel so horny and unfortunately my dick was getting hard. Since I knew the cute guy will be taking my measurements I quickly diverted my thoughts. But he was back in the room within a minute. 

    He started taking my upper body measurements. Usually I wear a t-shirt when I come for measurements but I forgot this time and was wearing a button down shirt. After a minute he asked if I didn’t mind taking my shirt off since it was too loose and not helping with the measurements. I was a bit embarrassed cause I knew the minute his hands would touch my bare chest I will get turned on. And that’s exactly what happened. When I took off my shirt and was standing there with my upper body naked he started taking measurements and his hands brushed against my chest and nipples quite a few times. It was all so hot. Of courseby now I could no longer control my thoughts and started to get hard again. and to make things more awkward he started measuring my lower body. I was sure he will figure out that I am getting hard but I made sure not to look down to avoid any eye contact.

    He started with the length and then moved on to measuring my inseam. And that’s when it started, he slowly was moving his hand up my inner legs along with the measuring tape up towards my crotch and before I knew it, his hand rubbed against my now fully hard cock. Thankfully he didn’t say or do anything and did the same with the other side. But this time he left his hand up at my crotch a bit longer. It was so hot. Me shirtless with a cute guy’s hand at my crotch. He looked up and this time I did look at him and then saw him give me smile. I didn’t know what that meant, but at least made me feel at ease that he wasn’t going to getting mad. Then he took the measuring tape and moved it around my hips. But suddenly I felt his hand just rubbing against my ass. I have a nice butt, thanks to my family genes.

    Then I guess he felt bolder and kept one hand on my ass my moved the other around to the front towards my crotch and kept his hand there. I was literally in shock but also bursting in excitement. I swear my heart was pounding so hard he could have heard it. He looked at me again and this time I looked back and smiled. I guess that’s all was needed. Then he started rubbing my ass more and then asked me to remove my pants so he can take better measurements. 

    Of course I knew what was going to happen. I think that was the fastest I had ever removed my pants. I was just so excited that I didn’t want to waste time. I was now standing there with nothing but my underwear. He now started rubbing his hands all over my legs and around my ass. I was now moaning in excitement. Nothing was left to say or do. 

    He got up and took off his t-shirt and unzipped his pants. Just looking at this cute guy getting naked was enough to make me cum. When he was about to take his underwear off I stopped him. I went on my knees and started moving my tongue down his stomach. Then I started licking his now hard dick through his underwear. I kinda wanted to do fore play before I pulled his dick out. All the porn I had been watching was paying off as this all was driving him crazy. Then I slowly pulled down his underwear while still licking my tongue down his pubes. Thankfully he had his pubes trimmed. His cock was just perfect. around 6 ½ inches and fully erect. I moved my tongue down to his dick and started licking it. He was moaning so loud and it was making me feel sexier. I then took his dick and started sucking on it, slowly taking it all in and moving my tongue around the head of his cock. He just kept on thrusting his legs motioning to make me continue sucking his cock. 

    I was up for the challenge and could have sucked him for hours. I then moved my tongue down to his balls. but I didn’t stop there, I continued moving my tongue past the balls towards his asshole. He must have never had someone do that to him before. As the second I did that he was moaning so loud, and said “oyeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, tu to buhat masat hai” “you are awesome” (but in a more sexual manner). Then I move back to the balls and started licking them. And then slowly moving towards the dick and sucking it again, moving my tongue around the head. 

    While sucking him I started rubbing my cock too. I was so hard now and ready to cum. I started sucking him faster and taking it all inside me to make him cum too. And before I knew it he was ready to cum. He started moaning really loud and took his hands and shoved the back of my head to take his whole dick inside my mouth. I knew he was about to cum so I started stroking myself faster and then shot a big load that landed on the floor right between his legs. And the same time he let out a load grunt and came inside my mouth. I could feel his cum filling up inside me.


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  • Those Events

    I guess if someone were to ask me now about the events three months ago, I would most likely lie like a rug. To cover the shame. But was there really any shame involved? It’s hard to say as I think back.

    It starts with one of my students, Jay. I guess I should have said that I am a school teacher. No, it’s not like that; it’s something else. This student’s parents come to parent-teacher conferences in the fall. I see many parents during this time. I sling the same old bull to them: Your kid is a peach. Your kid is doing well academically. Your kid needs to take the class more seriously. Etc. These particular parents are divorced, but come together, which is admirable. Their kid/my student is actually a good student with good attendance. No issues whatsoever. The mother speaks quietly and looks down a lot. The father is more outspoken and looks me in the eye continually, which I find a bit awkward. When the conference winds down, the mother gets up to leave, but the father, Jake, tells her he’ll be right with her. He stays and makes some more talk about his kid, my class and the football team’s success. “Well, thank you for your time,” Jake says, reaching under the desk I’m sitting at and gives my right thigh a quick, firm squeeze. It is quick, subtle but very telling. I look into his eyes and see what could only be one message. I have seen it before. I know. The warm tingling I feel in my stomach also tells me something. Something I have felt before. Something I have done before. I would feel and do again soon.

    I guess I should go back further in order to explain a few things. In high school, I had the curiosity. However, I dated and had sex with girls. Then came college. University of Washington. Seattle. Independence. What is a young, curious man to do but explore his curiosities? So I did.

    My first experience was at a fraternity party just off campus. I was a pledge at Alpha Delta Phi—I wanted to fit in, I guess. One of the members, David, struck up a conversation with me, quizzing me on everything from my family background to my sexual experiences—the latter he found particularly interesting. After a few more glasses of their potent jungle juice, I began spilling forth my fantasy of doing something sexual with a dude to David. After telling him, I feared he would tell, and I wouldn’t have a chance at becoming a member of his frat. Surprisingly, David said he wanted to know more, but that I would have to tell him in his room upstairs. So I followed him through a sea of nearly-drunk guys and gals and then up a set of wooden stairs and then to a narrow door at the end of a dimly-lit hallway. David looked back at me, smiling, “Come in.” As I walked in, David closed the door behind me and locked it. This is when I felt that something enjoyable was going to happen. “So,” David began, “tell me more about this fantasy.” It was then he began massaging his crotch and then that I noticed a considerable bulge there.

    “Well,” I swallowed hard, feeling a churning in my belly, “this is pretty much part of it.” David reached over and began massaging my growing bulge in my jeans.

    “That feels nice,” said David, still massaging his tented slacks.

    “Sure does,” I moaned. My cock was a granite pillar under my jeans. I had this sudden desire to remove my jeans, so I said, “David, I’d like to remove my clothes.”

    “Don’t let me stop you, dude,” he said, undoing my belt for me. I stood up, slipped my Chuck Taylors off, finished unbuckling, unzipped, slid my jeans down, removed my long-sleeve, Nike tee shirt and stood there in socks and my briefs, which showed off my 7-inch cock underneath, begging to be released. I slid the briefs down, my hard cock thumped against my belly. David wasted no time, moving over to take my cock in his hands and then his mouth, sucking, licking and nibbling on its full length. He finished removing my briefs, sat me down on his bed, spreading my legs apart for better access to my balls and raging hard-on. He quickly stripped down to only his socks, revealing a nice, cut cock. Now, I had seen some gay porn, thus some pretty massive members, but to see one similar in person and for the taking was beyond exciting. I had measured my cock fully erect, and it was a shade over seven inches; I guessed David’s was an inch longer than mine and a bit thicker. So David kneeled down began stroking his beast with his left hand, cupped my swollen balls with his other hand and went down on my stiff cock. Now, I had had a few blow jobs from one girlfriend to that point, and they were okay, but David knew what the hell he was doing. His tongue danced, his teeth gently teased, his right hand caressed and massaged by cum-swollen balls. I knew I wouldn’t last long.

    “You’re gonna make me explode,” I moaned aloud.

    David came up for air, “That’s the idea buddy!” He then went back to work. It was all too much as I felt tingles of pleasure rise from my feet to my legs to groin until my balls tightened, my cock hardened even more and I let loose. I wanted to scream, but muffled grunts of pleasure instead. David moaned as my hot cum filled his mouth. He swallowed almost all of it. He pulled up, two creamy convulsions of my man-syrup flowed from my still-hard cock. He looked up at me, licking his lips and saying, “Good stuff you got there.” We both laughed quietly. My guess was that it was my turn to do something.

    “Ever suck cock before?” David asked, stroking his shiny cock to keep it hard.

    “Well, I’ve thought about it, but no, I have never,” I said, eyeing his beast of a cock.

    “Well, here’s your chance,” David said, lying next to me. I took his cock in my hand and then put my other hand on it, stroking it gently.

    “You’re pretty big,” I said, easing my face toward it.

    “Got it from my dad’s side. I have no complaints.” We laughed quietly again.

    I muffled my laugh with the head and shaft of his cock. I got what I could in there and worked it with my tongue and teeth. I was a beginner. David helped out with instructions. He liked his balls squeezed and a finger or two teasing his anus. I gladly obliged, feeling my cock coming to life again. After about ten minutes of this, David smashed his hips into my face; his shaved balls mashed against my chin; his pubic hair tickled my nose. I could feel his cock harden for eventual ejaculation. David came hard, blasting his cum into the back of my throat. I tasted and swallowed most of his load, but some oozed down my chin. I would do better the next time.

    This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I didn’t make it in the frat, but David and I met up plenty of times. I became quite experienced with David’s help and sweet cock. We tried anal sex a few times. It was incredible being inside David. Actually, it felt so good that I never lasted long at all—about ten pumps or so of my cock going all the way in and out and I would cum hard. We never used condoms—that’s just how we rolled. I took David’s cock in me twice. Very painful. Too painful in fact. He would then just grind his cock between my butt cheeks until shooting his load on my ass and back. I enjoyed feeling his hot sperm on me.

    Graduation came; David and I parted ways. We met up one last time just before graduation, eagerly swallowing each other’s cum. I often think of David and what he is doing.

    So I am not surprised when I receive an email from Jake, Jay’s divorced father. The email is not long. The email says how I am a positive influence in Jayden’s life. Stuff like that. But in between the lines is an obvious message. He wants to have me over for dinner with him and his Jayden—showing appreciation for the hours of hard work teachers put into their careers. I would normally and politely decline such an invitation; however, I recall the thigh squeeze at conferences. I typed a quick reply of acceptance, being careful to keep it formal.

    Just to be safe, I park a block away from their house. I typically try to be safe, but sometimes the temptation gets the best of me. Like a few years ago after my nasty divorce. I’d thought a lot about David during my hectic, hasty marriage, but had never acted on anything. I’m a lot of things, but disloyal is not one of them. Anyway, soon after the divorce, I hit the online personals for some man-on-man release. It didn’t take long to meet a guy in town. We only met up three times, but they were hot meetings with lots of moaning. His name was Edgar; he was a Latino guy with a sweet, uncut cock that shot big loads. Our first meeting amazed me as I jacked Edgar until he shot an unreal load, four hot, creamy ropes of cum, two of which painted my face—unreal but hot. I rode that cock our last meeting, feeling his man juice fill me as he screamed in pleasure. I had plowed his nice ass each of the three times we met, pulling out each time and shooting my seed on his back (first time), belly (second time) and face (last time).

    So, I walk in the fading light toward Jake’s house. I assume his daughter is there, so I have no expectations aside from a good dinner, good conversation and perhaps some innuendo. I ring the bell, wait nervously. I hear footsteps on the other side. Jake opens the door, his face lighting up.

    “Hey, glad you could make it,” he says, reaching for my hand. I shake his hand; it’s warm and excites me. Jake wastes no time setting the tone. “Well, Jay is at a friend’s house tonight, so he won’t be here. I hope that’s okay.” He stares at me, reading my reaction. Of course, my balls tingle and my cock begins to swell. I read all the signs. I nod in understanding.

    It’s only a matter of time after that. Jake lets me know he’s extremely attracted to me and wants to experience man-on-man sex with me—he feels the vibe, he says. “Sounds good,” is all I can mutter, my cock still growing in my slacks. It’s before dinner, but Jake leads me up to his bedroom, leans in to massage my nearly-hard cock under my pants and kisses me. I’m not really into the kissing scene, but I let it go, not wanting to ruin the moment. Jake undoes my pants, slides them down along with my briefs. My now fully-hardened cock springs out. “Oh, yes,” Jake exclaims, pushing me to the bed and assaulting my cock with his hands and mouth. He sucks on me with a passion I have seldom seen. I see that his own member is stiff under his pants. I reach over to touch it, feeling its length and girth through the thin cotton. I have the urge to ride that length and girth before leaving tonight. After shooting my load onto Jake’s face, I peel his pants off and go to town on his cock. A tad shorter than mine, but thicker. I get him amped to the point of shooting his own load, but I want him inside me and tell him so. “Oh, okay. Wow.” He goes into his bathroom for a second, returning with some lube, which he is already applying o his hard cock. He hands the small bottle to me. I apply it vigorously to my hand and around my anus, pushing three fingers in to prepare my rectum. When I feel adequately lubed, I turn around. Jake is then against me, hands on my ass cheeks, pressing his hard cock against and then into my anus. It’s always painful at first, but when a cock slides into place, the pleasure is unmatched. I moan aloud in appreciation. Between grunts and moans, Jake tells me he has never done this before.

    “Could have fooled me,” I say and laugh. Jake slides his manhood all the way in and leaves it. I can almost feel the head of his cock against my kidneys. “Fuck, this feels so good!” he moans, pulling out and then in again. My cock begins to swell again. As I expect, it doesn’t take Jake long to release his precious cargo into my ass. I feel his cock get extremely hard before feeling the release of cum. He stays inside me, giving me his entire load.

    Just before dinner, I cum again, this time in Jake’s mouth, giving him an appetizer. He manages to harden up again and I suck him and caress his balls until he cums in my mouth and I swallow his entire offering. Jake is one heck of a cock-hound, seemingly relentless and forever horned. I kind of like that, but I do need my rest.

    That weekend, Jayden is staying over at her mother’s house. Jake invites me over for a weekend of experimentation, he calls it. Damn, if there wasn’t a lot of experiments being performed under Jake’s roof. I walk, nearly limping, out of his house Sunday afternoon with my balls completely and wonderfully empty. From Friday evening until Sunday morning, Jake jacks me off once, licking my creamy goodness from my cock, sucks me off twice, swallowing every precious drop, and takes two loads deep in his ass. The last orgasm deep into his rectum is so powerful, with his anus seemingly pinching my cock off, I scream louder than I’ve ever screamed before. The other part of the experiment is having Jack plow my ass three different times, shooting his hot cum in my ass. He likes leaving his cock in there, giving me every, precious drop of his man fluid. So, since hooking up with this guy on Wednesday evening, I cum seven times within a five-day period. I’ll see if we can break this record down the road. The record isn’t as important as the trying.


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  • An Ill Wind

    The Relationship Develops

    Our daily Facetime calls helped him cope over the weeks that followed. On advice we kept our friendship at a distance while all the legal processes ran their course. It wasn’t easy, especially as I knew he needed all the support he could get. I got on with making my own living, and the demands of clients, but he was never far from my thoughts. A fact I confessed to him on one of our calls.

    “I know, love – may I call you that? I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” He fidgeted, not looking at the camera. “Do you think …? Maybe we could …?”

    I laughed. “Mike, if you were here right now, I’d be in your arms, and we’d be in bed. I love being called ‘Love’ by you, and that’s a first for me as well.”

    For a moment he didn’t reply, then he wiped his eyes and grinned. “Then count on having a visit as soon as I can arrange it. And you better be rubbered up when I get there!”

    “Count on it, Mike.” I grinned. “Top or Bottom?”

    “Make it neutral,” he grinned. “We can decide on the day.” The tears streamed down his face. “Oh fuck. You’ve no idea how much your love means to me right now.”

    “Hey, Mike, it’s a two way street, you know. You’re the most important person in mine, just get this crap over and done, because I need some of your attention too.”

    A month passed, and finally he gave me the news it was finished. “It’s all over, Pete. My sister shopped the others, they’ve gone down for lengthy sentences, she’s done a plea bargain and accepted a restraining order. I’ve settled a Trust Fund on the kids … and now I’m free.”

    “Congratulations, Mike.” I smiled. “You must be hugely relieved.”

    “You bet. Now, my love, I’ve a few things to settle this end, then …”

     Two days later I got a simple text message mid-afternoon. “On my way.”

    I texted back, “Suiting up now.” After a moment’s thought, I chose to wear the exact same catsuit I’d been wearing the night the snow delivered him into my life. I dressed carefully, making sure the suit was fully polished, and settled on my body to perfection. Then I prepared a light meal we could share when he arrived, and settled down to wait. In complete contrast to his previous arrival, the sun shone, the birds were singing and the garden was green and the flowers in bloom. In short, it was perfect when the doorbell rang. 

    I checked the video, and yes, it was Mike, casually dressed and grinning from ear to ear, a large bag at his feet. I ran down the stairs in my catsuit, opened the door, and flung my arms around him, pulling him tight to my rubber sheathed body. “Welcome home, my love! God, how I’ve missed you!”

    He hugged me tight, his mouth covering mine in a prolonged kiss. “Mmmmm,” he sighed. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long … It’s all that kept me going at times.”

    “Then come inside, my darling. It’s behind you now. Come in, get comfortable, and relax – we’ve plenty of time for everything.”

    He smiled, reluctant to release me. “Can I get ‘dressed’ downstairs? I waited a long time to share this with you.”

    I smiled. “Of course. Have you brought some?” I kissed him. “Or must I run upstairs and find you something to wear like last time?”

    Squeezing me to his body, he laughed. “I came prepared! Lead me to where I can change.”

    He emerged into the living room twenty minutes later in the most beautifully made and tailored shiny black latex suit I had ever seen. Skin tight, it moulded to him, enhancing his chest, moulding to his genitals and showing off his butt to perfection. ‘House boots’ on his feet, and textured gloves covered his hands, and a through zipper ran from crotch to waist at his rear.

    “Like it?”

    “Like it? I love it!” I embraced him. “You look fabulous, Mike. Absolutely fabulous!”

    “I’m glad, because I had one made for you too, my love. You can try it later if you like.”

    We kissed, our rubber confined erections met between us and our libidos boiled over. Before we knew it, we were sixty-nining, feasting on one another’s pent-up desire. Yet again he proved his skill in playing with and enjoying my cock. His ministrations gave me the most amazing sensations, and his skill meant I enjoyed it for a long, long time before the inevitable ejaculation. Our ejaculations matched, then we were face to face and sharing our spunk in a passionate kiss.

    Once we’d come down off our post coital highs, I whispered, nibbling his ear, “I’ve a light supper ready, my darling. Shall we eat and you can tell me all about it.”

    “Eat? Mmm, I’d love to.” His kiss was tender. “Then I want to see you in the suit I’ve had made for you.”

    “Then come this way, It’s in the breakfast nook.”

    The suit he’d brought for me took some getting into. It was tight, slightly heavier than anything I currently owned, and very pliable. But once on, it was amazing. He inspected it critically. 

    “Looks like they got it right,” he said, his relief obvious. “The next one though, will have to be made to measure with the wearer present for the measurements!” His arms slipped round me. “They had to make do with me, and my memory of the key differences between us for this one.”

    “All I can say is, ‘wow’!” I kissed him. “And thanks, of course. Come on, I want to hear all about the last few months, what you’ve been through, what the outcome is … If you can stand talking about it?”

    “Let’s go up then, and you can pour me some more wine.” He grinned. “And when I’ve given you the shorter version … can we go to bed? I’ve some experiences I want to catch up on.”

    We caught up. We had a lot of time to make up for, and we did. Reluctantly we stripped out of our rubber sometime after midnight, rinsed and treated it, then slipped into bed. Automatically, we spooned, with me holding him in the curve of my body, my over sized cock between his thighs.

    “Mmmm, now I know I’m ‘’home’”, he murmured. “I’ve needed this so much …”

    Kissing his neck, I whispered, “If you need it, then I’m always available, lover.” I kissed his neck. “And we can make this ‘our’ home anytime you want to.”

    His answer was a gentle snore. I kissed his neck gently, and drifted off into sleep myself. He was right. He was home, and so was I in a different sense. I knew that this was what had been missing from my life for far too long. That feeling of sharing, of belonging with and too someone. Yes, I was now ‘home’ and so was Mike.

    Our morning began slowly. I was awake first, and lay still just enjoying the warmth of his body against mine. His breathing steady and his relaxed face looked far younger than he had in the months since our first meeting. Eventually he sighed, and moved in my loose embrace. His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment he remained absolutely still. Then his smile lit his face.

    “Good morning, my love.” Kissing my cheek he sighed. “I could really get used to this.”

    I chuckled, feeling his ‘morning arousal’. “So could I, my dearest.” My hand found his erection just as he found mine. “Oh yes. I can’t think of a better way to wake up.” My mouth found his and we kissed, starting tentatively, but then with increasing desire until we could wait no longer, and then we both enjoyed our prize.

    His ejaculation was all I could have wished. A veritable flood of his gorgeous spunk flooding my mouth, filling my throat as I swallowed, savouring the salty sweetness of his seed. When we’d finally become completely placid once more, we embraced, our kisses deep, demanding, filled with our pent-up passion until we’d once more aroused ourselves for further enjoyment.

    It was almost ten in the morning by the time we finally sat down, just in loose pants and fleeces to enjoy a breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast and wash it down with coffee.

    Nursing his coffee he asked, “Is Brin’s son — Keith, wasn’t it? — still hoping to move?”

    “As far as I know,” I replied, stacking the dishes in the dishwasher. I grinned. “There’s been a bit of gossip about him again. I think it’ll be a relief to Brin if there is something you can offer.”

    Mike grinned. “I expect there’ll be a LOT of gossip once we can get ourselves set up properly.” He grinned cheekily. “Assuming you still want that, of course.”

    “After the session we’ve had this morning?” I grinned. “I may need a bit more persuasion … Goof! Who cares? I think the big question is whether we keep this place on once we do make it formal.” Pausing, I asked, “What do you propose for Keith? He’s not a minor, you know, and I think he’s got a lover as well.”

    “I’ve a couple of suggestions for him. A suitable job in one of my companies, I thought, and perhaps some courses — he wanted to take a course, he told me, in graphic design. I thought I might offer him a sponsorship. Do you think Brin would be receptive?”

    “I’m sure he would be.” Finished loading the dishwasher I set it to work and then joined him at the table. “What do you fancy doing for the rest of the day?”

    “Think we could rubber up and play in your dungeon?”

    I laughed. “I thought you’d never ask!” Pausing I added. “Bags being the subject though! You can be the Dungeon Master today — and we’ll film it.”