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Years ago, i had an aunt who lived in an estate in St. Johns, Port-Harcourt. I usually spend my holidays with her because one of her sons (my cousin) is gay and we are/were thick as thieves.

In the estate where she lived, her neighbor owned a sort of automobile/ engineering repair company. He had lots of male workers under him and they also served as the estate security patrol. They all knew me and anytime i came around, they will swarm around me like bee to honey.

Because my mother is biracial and her foreign gene happened to be dominant on me, the security guys assumed am mixed ( even though am not- directly) and saw me as some priviledged kid. They were always thrilled anytime i spoke pidgin to them although, they always try to fake a foreign accent ( which was horribly terrible) when trying to communicate with me.

Among all the guys, Osaghie was the hottest of them all. He was super sexy AF. Very Muscled, tall, dark, handsome and had a beautiful smile with a wicked sense of humour which i was very attracted to. Anytime he saw me, he will light up (and so would i).

So, it happened one day while i was visiting, that my aunt and her family were getting ready for a night vigil at their church. Because she belonged to a branch of christainty which didnt corresspond with my beliefs, I feigned feeling unwell and in the course of my pretence, i slept off. Only to be awakened in pitch darkness (no thanks to power failure) and an empty house. They (my aunt and her family) had left me at home and gone to church. I checked the time and it was few minutes passed midnight.

My nyctophobia ( fear of darkness) wasnt helping matters AT ALL so , i immediately used my phone to light my way outside.

When i was out of the house ( the backyard precisely), i noticed something odd.

You see, the way the estate was planned, my aunt shared the same backyard with her neighbor but the fence took a sharp turn from her side and stretched further on her neighbors section thus giving them alot of space. Though it looked like a small foot ball pitch, it was more or less a junk yard. Tons of motto spare parts, broken down mobile cranes and all sorts of huge automobile took the entire space .

My aunts neighbors wife ( who is a renowed trouble maker in the estate) for reasons best known to her, refused the workers (who lived with them) to bath in her bathroom. Because of that, they usually bathe at the back yard among the multitude of junk.

Whenever they took their shower, they would balance a stick on two cars and spread a wrapper across to hide their nakedness as well as to indicate to people that someone was showering,

So, from where i sat, i could see there was a wrapper. But absolutely no sound of pouring water could be heard for a while. Wondering if someone had left their wrapper hanging, i made my way to the spot to check. It was a full moon light night so i could easily navigate my way.

Innocently, i pulled the wrapper open and loo and behold, Osaghie was there. Start naked with his erect pole in his hand. He was wanking. His penis was so big that his hands couldn’t cover it no matter how hard he struggled to hide it from my view. He resolved to turning his back on me and while he did that, we both kept giggling like little boys.

I could tell he was very embarrassed so told him there was nothing to be ashamed of because after all, it was a normal thing.

He agreed with me and began whining about how his living condition and work doesnt give him the privacy he wanted.

Casually, I told him its been such a long time since i wanked last and without wasting anytime, i pulled down my shorts, flipped out my penis and asked him to pass me the vasline which was on his soap dish. He wasn’t expecting my action at all. His eyes darted to my dick and then he had a quirky smile on his face as he passed me the vasline while calling me a bad guy.

As i began stroking my dick to full erection, he commended my dick ( am quite a size myself)- . I asked him how big his dick was and he told me he wasnt sure. Because i attended a boys school, i knew for a fact that comparing dicks was a very common trait among hetero men ( especially them). As i complimented his cock, i asked him who he thought was the biggest between us both. Clearly, he was way bigger but he tried beign modest by giving me the props but i refused.

I was mesmirized at his size but i over exaggerated my awe.

I suggested we compare dicks and he didn’t mind.

As i held his dick in my hand, I asked him what he used to make it so big and he told me it was natural. Still pretending to be surprised at the size, i turned it to the left, the right and then, began slowly stroking his penis.

I started telling him how his penis would be a sort after if he went abroad and he laughed and said he can only imagine.

Suddenly, he became concious of the fact that his penis was in another mans hand and he jerked away.

“guy you be homo?” he asked as he giggled

I feigned irritation and told him to stop being a bush man.

One thing with Osaghie was that he took great pride afiliating himself with me. For him, being friends with someone like me who was way above his level was like an achievement and even though we got along pretty well, i knew for a fact i intimidated him.

“So this is how you will embarass me if i take you to abroad right?” I continued. He laughed and started telling me to find him a girlfriend.

I asked him what kind of girls he fancied and he started talking about big boobs and all that perverted rubbish heterosexual men fantasize about. As he spoke, i returned my hand to the part of his dick his hand wasnt covering and began to slowly stroke it in a circular motion.

As he talked, i began commenting alongside.

Like When he says things such as -” i want babe wey go sabi give me wicked style”, i will raunchily comment – “.the one wey go give you hot style – wey your penis go reach her womb come scatter her toto abi?” and he will grunt – “that kain tin”(that kind of thing)

He was enjoying my dirty talks as well as loving my hand job. Eventually, he let go of his hand and i had all his prick to myself. As i stroked his pestle size cock, i equally massaged his heavy balls and he was loving every moment.

“chai….if to say you be babe i for don give you serious fucking…give you belle sef join ” he choked as i stroked him nice and slow.

“we will manage it anyhow” i said as i went down on my knees and took him in mouth without warning.

He did resist by trying to push back my head as to stop my mouth from coming in contact with his dick. But the devil lost the battle. My mouth got the prize.

As soon as i engulfed his fat dick with my mouth he thrusted sharpy down my throat as he moaned and begged me to stop.

But we both knew better.

I didn’t mind the vasline that coated his meat. I pushed my throat further down his huge iron penis at his every thrust. As i sucked him, i noticed the soap dish close to my foot. Deeping one hand into his bucket of water next to me as well, i used my wet hand, rubbed on the soap and then, lubricated and fingered my hole. Good thing i only had used the gents before i went to sleep earlier on and i had only had a very light breakfast the previous day. Thanks to the choice of food my aunt cooked.

When he began to thrust faster, i knew he was going to cum soon so i stopped. He was startled as “why” was boldly written on his forehead.

I simply took off my shorts and Shirt and hanged it over the stick where his wrapper was spread.

He just watched me speechless.

Now completely naked like he was, i embraced him. But he didnt respond. His hands just laid limp at his sides. I noticed his dick started deflating rapidly so, i began kissing his hard- well sculptured body. I took his hand, placed it on my soft smooth body and took his nipple in my mouth. As i made love to his tiny nipple with my mouth, i felt his penis grow to a full iroko tree as he began to caress my body wildly.

Now satisfied that i had gotten his penis in full attention, i turned my back, placed one leg ontop a pile of equipment and started putting his fat long shlong inside my hole.

“Stop…please stop….you will injure yourself ” he pleaded.

But I didnt care. I told him i will be fine and he let me.

Slowly, as I pushed my ass hole down the shaft of his very fat and long penis, i felt his hands rest gently on my waist as he too started pushing his penis into me too.

It got to a point i couldn’t bear the pain any longer. It was nerve wrecking and I decided to stop. I simply gave up. As i attempted to remove whatever inches that was already inside my hole, Osaghie held me back.

Wetin?” He asked worriedly.

“I can’t…” i replied.

“Just wait….please….it has almost entered finish ” he begged as he whispered. From the tone of voice, I could tell he was desperate for my hole.

To confirm what he said, i reached my hand in-between my legs and realized he was right. Most of his pole had entered. What was left were just few more inches. As my fingers brushed my ass hole, my heart skipped.

My pussy had stretched so wide around his big fat cock that became worried. But nevertheless, i choose courage over fear.

Taking a deep breath, i relaxed and continued pushing my courage to its limit until I finally succeeded.

Honestly, i felt like a conqueror when I eventually had all of his dick inside me.

After giving my hole a little moment to adjust, I went into full whore throttle mood. I begged him to fuck me and boy-o- boy did he give me first class delivery.

Osaghie CAN FUCK

While we were fucking, something very funny happened

In my moments of pleasure, I got carried away and begged him to make me bleed. He stopped and said – ” no please oh….I cannot write police report”. We both bursted out laughing.

As he kept pounding and dismantling my intestines, I told him he should let me know when he wants to cum. When he asked me ‘why?’ I told him i would love to swallow his cum.

“You mean it?” He asked ; clearly surprised and i affirmed.

As i felt his solid warm muscled body on my back when he hugged from behind, the sensation went to another level. We both began to moan and move in a delicate rhythm. it was in that moment, he began to shiver and grunt. I felt a squirt hit the walls of my intestine and quickly, i withdrew his penis from my pussy hole.

Thankfully, he quickly had gripped the cap of his dick to stop the rest of his sperm from leaving his cock. I went down and engulfed his penis in my mouth. Instantly, hot salty creamy juice shot into my mouth as I sucked and swallowed every drop.

Osaghie was having a firece spasm. He kept rocking back and forth as he breathed heavily. Gosh…his penis was tremendous.

I quickly resumed my previous position and stuffed my cunt with his meat. He collapsed on my back and kept breathing heavily as he thrusted while holding me so tight. It was in that moment I started wanking with the excess precum oozing from my dick and in no time, I started to cum. My knees trembled as I shot my juice under intense electric shock.

Took us couple of minutes to catch our breath.

“Wetin just happen now?” He asked – still in disbelief.

To make him not start feeling guilt, i began commeding his stamina and vigor while over exaggerating the pains my hole was feeling. This made him smile with pride.

He asked if he hurt me and i told him i would be fine.

Miraculously, just as I had dressed up and was getting to my doorstep, power was restored and all the security lights in the estate was on full brightness. Also, to tell you how lucky we were, one of the security guys suddenly appeared from around the corner calling out his name loudly while asking where he was.

Osaghie shouted back that he was having his bath which the guy replied – “since then?”

It was then I looked at the time. It was about 2:30am.

Can you just imagine if we both where caught naked behind the make-do shower curtain and light was restored? That would’ve been a disaster.

Osaghie and I fucked a couple of times from that day. He was always horny and will give me a signal (when there were people around) to come with him. We will go to secure places within the estate to fuck and Sometimes, we will meet in- or behind one of the abandoned vehicles in his masters backyard to have a quickie. Thankfully, we were never caught.

This continued for many years as i visited my aunt until she and her family moved and we never saw each other again.

While Josh and Ryan were busy on their date, Alex had his own matters to attend to. He was in a very private training session with his dads located in a guarded backroom. Brent and Clairemont would hate it if it was found out they had threeways with their son. Clairemont stood in the battlefield donning his tight white leotard, his watermelon-sized ass threatening to tear the fabric. He was on his knees with his slutty face pointed at Brent and that fat ass pointed at Alex.

“ Now that everyone else is off enjoying themselves, we can finally start our special training with our lovely son. Please do firmly destroy both of my holes” Clairemont purred in his sexy British accent. Brent kissed his husband on the mouth while Alex bent down to stuff his head up the ass and lick up the cherry lubricant. All of this was simple foreplay for the main attraction. When faced with the glorious sight of such a well-endowed omega, the only response from a real man should be to fuck the living hell out of him. The father-son duo shoved their raging erections up the mouth and ass respectively. Brent felt his lover professionally slurp and lick the entire length of his cock and did it all without gagging. Alex felt the massive booty throwback on his dick like a wild bull. The incestuous three-way was a glorious sight to behold. Dontrell certainly thought so; which was why he was recording everything with Alex’s camera. There was a large folder of homemade family porn on there.

A large aura of tantra enveloped the three men as they prepared for training. Alex took on a fighting stance before charging at his dads. He took a swift Jab at Brent who easily dodged the blow while punching him in the gut. Alex felt the wind get knocked out of him and was just about to take another swing when Clairemont formed a barrier around Brent at the last second.

“ You’ll have to be faster than that to have a chance at beating us, love” Clairemont entered the barrier and snuggled behind Brent. Alex cursed his luck. His fathers were some of the toughest guys around and beating them would be no joke. His tantra swirled around his fists to forms raging balls of energy. His fists of power slammed in rapid fashion against the energy dome, shaking the entire room with each assault. The barrier remained firm against the violent series of attacks, but, it ever so slightly began to crack. Dontrell saw this as an opening to launch himself forward with his gravity powers and slam his fist into the crack. The crack grew tremendously until the front part of the dome shattered. Clairemont was stunned by the defense break and was too caught off guard to summon a new barrier. Dontrell and Alex lept at Brent with reeled back fists before striking forward with all their might.

    Brent cursed his luck as he brought his arms up to defend himself from the dual attack. The impact of the strike caused his body to slide back two feet and injured some bones in his forearms. 

“ I’m definitely gonna feel that one in the morning. You kids don’t mess around at all. It’s almost enough to make me use my real strength.” Brent cracked his knuckles and looked at the duo with a determined look. Dontrell was just about ready to strike again but the buzzing of his phone distracted him. He pulled out his latest model phone and scrolled through his twitter feed. He was spammed with videos of Ryan giving jaw to Josh all over his timeline. It seemed like the cousin duo was quickly trending around the area already.

“ Looks like the new guys are already making themselves known in this neighborhood. Look at all these damn reposts. I gotta show Josh who’s the real alpha wolf around here”.  A sadistic grin spread on his face while he popped up josh’s Snapchat to find his current location. He was gonna mark his territory on the man.

The date had been going fantastically. Josh took Ryan out to watch the latest action blockbuster, bought him a big meal at a restaurant, and made out with him the entire time. Josh had shown Ryan how much he loved him and how he was more than willing to pamper him. He treated his cousin the way an omega should be. They sat at a cafe table with Josh spoonfeeding his precious little bitch plentiful amounts of caramel ice cream. Ryan was making a show of himself as usual . He let the ice cream drip onto his exposed chest and roll down his massive pecs and abs. His back was arched to make his booty even more obvious.  Legions of men were thirsting after him from their tables and Josh was relatively okay with it. He still knew was the top alpha wolf with the baddest bitch alive for an omega. 

” Oh God Josh, you’re amazing!  You bought me all these new clothes and let me suck you off with all those guys watching.  Have you finally accepted your cousin as an exhibitionist?”

” I’m still getting used to everything.  If I see a motherfucker tryna flirt, I’m gonna knock their head off. And you better not egg that shit on” Josh grumbled.

” Can’t make any promises. This body was meant to be put on display. Just look at how many men are staring at this thick booty. You have the sexiest bitch in the world.as your boyfriend and everybody knows it” He stood up to slap his ass, making a row of men moan in pleasure.

Josh sighed and finished the last of his drink. ” I guess you have a point. If everyone’s gonna be thirsting  over you, at least they know who you belong to.” He brought in Ryan’s face in for a slow and passionate kiss that was interrupted when josh felt a strong arm keeping him in a chokehold.

” Yo whiteboy! Hope you’ve been enjoying your little date cause that ass is officially  mine!” Dontrell was like a giant bully who loved to terrorized his victim. He held an old gym sock to the dumb jock who struggled to break free.

” Fuck outta here with that! I don’t need to get my ass blown out anymore cause I already got people hyping me up on twitter and Snapchat. I’m gonna get more popular that soy bitch without your help” he finally found the strength to push Dontrell off him and stare him down.

” Oh fucking  well.  You already made a promise to me and you have to keep it. Your ass is gonna be bouncing on this dick whether you like it or not. Or maybe you’re just too scared and don’t have the balls iggy does”.

Josh’s hair perked up and his face turned into a scowl. ” Say that shit again! I ain’t scared of anything and there’s nothing that cuckold can do better than me. Try me”.

Dontrell  scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. ” I don’t know man. Bottoming takes a lot of guts and pain resistance.  Don’t know if a white boy like you can handle this black dick. Wouldn’t want you dying on me.” He smugly smirked.

“If I can handle Ryan’s dick, then I can handle yours. I ain’t  scared of you!” He puffed out his chest in an attempt  to look strong but secretly trembled at the thought  of a dick that big penetrating him. Ryan was well sized but this was a whole nother level. He saw the damage it had done on ignavius and how it practically destroyed him. It looked like it could kill him. He wasn’t sure if he could come back from that. Even so, he hated to back down from a challenge. 

” That’s a bold statement to make. Hope you’re prepared to live up to it. I’m sure to have you weak in the knees before you know it” Dontrell pressed his massive bulge against Josh’s leg and laughed when he felt the man shake.

Josh backed up and slumped his arm on Ryan’s shoulders.” If we’re doing this, we’re doing this under my terms. I’m going to fuck Ryan while you fuck me. At least that way I’ll have something to distract me from that monster dick” He huffed and brought Ryan in for a powerful kiss. The two cousins locked lips and let their tongue dance in each other’s mouth. “ A threesome with you and Dontrell? Sounds like a dream come true.” Ryan snickered.

“ Alright! This is gonna be great material for my porn collection. You’re gonna be a star” Alex cheered as he took out his video camera which Josh quickly covered up. “ Hell no. There’s gonna be no recordings of any this and all this stays between us. Don’t want people thinking I’m some type of bottom bitch. Got  a reputation to keep.” He said sternly and poked Alex on the cheek.

“ Ok fine. You don’t have to be such a tightass about it.” Alex rolled his eyes and let Dontrell lead them to the sex spot. While priapus students were pretty much allowed to have sex wherever they wanted, certain urban centers began installing private rooms for men who didn’t want to make a show out of their sessions.  The mall happened to be one such place. Dontrell walked down a long row of stalls and stands until he stood in front of an inconspicuous black door with a scanner installed in the middle.  He swiped it with his school id card and the black door autonomously slid open. Ryan and josh entered the room with stunned silence. It looked much more like something from a high-end hotel rather than a mall. In the middle was a king-sized bed with vivacious sheets, cinnamon-scented candles fragrancing the atmosphere, a bathroom in the back with a shower included, and a collection of lubricant and sex toys lined on the counter.

“ Oh shit! They got this mother fucker stacked. Is this kind of stuff normal?” Josh asked as he pointed at his luxurious surroundings.

“ You bet it is. This city is practically one giant sex-fueled amusement park.  As long we protect people from demons, we get treated like kings” Alex responded while quickly discarding his clothing, revealing his toned body. Dontrell did the same and picked up his Beta with his muscular arms while french kissing him and holding him by the waist. Alex moaned weakly from the rough embrace and let Dontrell do whatever he wanted with him. Dontrell didn’t let himself lose focus while he positioned their bodies on the bed and stroked his raging black erection with his other hand. He then cocked his head to the cousin duo. “ Don’t get the wrong idea, josh. I’m still gonna fuck the literal shit outta ya, but I have to show my beta bitch some love” His rough fingers pinched down on Alex’s erect nipples, making the wannabe director shriek and moan in a girlish tempo. Oh, how Dontrell loved to hear his screams. He roughly began nibbling on the hard nipples while his hands slid down to grope the penis tip. His rough fingers groped for a canister of chocolate lubricant to lather it all over his hands before flipping Alex on his stomach and giving his ass the same lather. “ Time for a five finger death grip.” 

In an instant, the chocolate-flavored hand fisted its way into the pink rectum. The already regularly abused anus was pushed to its breaking point as the arm continued to snake its way inside. Dontrell felt the hole cling to his fingers, enticing him to go even further. His forearm slowly ebbed in and out of the starving anus.

“ Oh damn daddy you’re killing me here! I don’t know how much more I can take. My walls are gonna be destroyed after this!” Alex whined whiled gyrating his hips onto the rough hand that was determined to destroy his insides. The fingernails dug into the interior of the flesh and pinched onto it.

“ You don’t how badly I want to  fuck your perfect white ass. I have to save my seed for josh so I can claim him as my bitch. Daddy’s gonna give you the fucking you deserve as soon as my dick recovers” He shoved the arm a little past the hilt of his wrist and stretched out his hand to maximum capacity. Alex’s anus now looked like a giant pink circle in desperate need of dick. The blonde bellowed an ungodly moan and drooled uncontrollably with a look of pure pleasure on his face.

Josh and Ryan were rock hard from the sex show. They had never considered fisting before but they acknowledged then just how appealing it could be. Ryan certainly wouldn’t mind having the entire harem taking turns stuffing his ass with their hands.

“ Alright! Who wants to lick my hand?” Dontrell held up his musty lubricant covered hand to the two cousins.  Ryan immediately grabbed onto the hand and began sucking on the fingers like each one was a little dick. Josh joined in too, considering the experience to be like Indirect ass eating. There was a good ratio between the manly scent of ass and the sweet whiff of chocolate. It was quite a delicious fusion. Josh would’ve continued to suck on the fingers had he not noticed the erect black penis pointed directly at him.

“ You know what time it is, white boy. Get your Latin lover on the bed so we can start this fuckfest. You gonna be screaming my name” Dontrell had gotten so close to josh, his hard member was pressed against his legs.  Josh gulped down all his hesitation and willed himself for the ensuing nightmare. Ryan laid down in the bed in his favorite position. His back was on the bed with his large ass barely dangling off the bed.

“ Don’t worry about him, Josh. Just focus on fucking your favorite ass and I’ll make you forget about everything else. Let me take care of everything” Ryan grabbed his asscheeks to stretch them apart and reveal his horny hole begging to be fucked. It was a sight Josh would never tire of, the hardness of his dick was more than enough proof of that. Ryan’s booty would give him the strength he needed to overcome this trial. Grabbing a jar of cocoa butter, he slathered it all over his mighty rod before plunging it into his cousin’s hole. Ryan’s sweet spot had been penetrated and he couldn’t be any happier.  Getting fucked by Josh always reminded him what it was like to be a virgin again. His walls had long since been destroyed, but, it didn’t make any difference if it was Josh’s dick in him. Each thrust into him filled Ryan with waves of passion.

Josh was fucking Ryan hard enough that his balls were slapping on the ass and the entire bed was shaking. He watched Ryan scrunch up his face and grunt with every pounding he gave him. He felt honored to get such a reaction from an experienced slut.

“ Does the slut like daddy’s big dick? Bet you want me to bust a load all up in your guts. You know you love this bomb dick”. Josh pulled Ryan by the hair before slapping him across the face and spitting on him. 

“ Ah fuck Josh! You the only one who knows how to make me feel like a virgin. Damn, I love your big cock. I can barely control my bladder anymore” he whined. True to his word, Ryan’s cock had begun trickling the delicious urine Josh loved to slurp up. Josh barely had enough time to bask in the pleasure of wrecking Ryan before he felt an invasive force enter his ass. It was such a sudden thrust that he had an involuntary wet fart. Dontrell caught him in a bear hug from behind.

“ Fuck, man! You’re supposed to give me a warning! I thought I was gonna die!” Josh groaned and practically felt all his energy leave his body. He didn’t know what Ignavius was thinking when he let Dontrell blow his back out.

“ You been had enough time to prepare for this African God dick. Let the fuckfest begin!” Dontrell cheered and began steadily thrusting into Josh.  Josh’s face turned ghost white once he felt the ridiculously large member slowly slide its way inside. His rectum and walls felt like they were screaming for the sweet release of death. As much as he loved Ryan, his dick didn’t come close to rivaling Dontrell.  A dick this big was meant to be inside a well-trained bottom, not an aggressive top like him. Josh clenched his eyes and tried to use Ryan’s ass to distract him from the pain in the back. He would keep fucking his cousin, feeling his juicy anus tighten around his shaft and licking up the piss that was spraying on his hand. Just when he thought his mind could focus solely on the pleasure he felt, Dontrell picked up his thrusting speed two-fold. The slow and torturous dick was now a piston determined the tear up his inside. 

 “ JESUS FUCK!” Josh yelled out and fell on top of Ryan due to losing all strength in his legs.  Ryan moaned out from Josh suddenly putting all his weight in him and whined even more when Dontrell lay on top of Josh. The three men were layered like pancakes on top of each other. Dontrell used his years of sex experience to deliver a fucking that would make even the strongest of men weak in the knees, as he had already proven. He showed no signs of stopping the onslaught on Josh’s musty ass any time soon. The jock tried his hardest to stifle any screams, but, his mouth couldn’t help but wail out like a bitch.

“ Oh my fucking god you’re killing me! Slow that shit down, my nigga!” he yelled at him and gasped when he realized what he just said.

“ Oh, so white boy thinks he’s grown enough to say ‘nigga’ in my presence? I was holding back before, but it looks like you want to be punished!” A sadistic grin spread across Dontrell’s face as he began fucking Josh with the same level of savage intensity he gave Ignavius. His dick showed no mercy in its slaying of the ass. The black rod tortured Josh by pounding against his tight rectum, making him slam into Ryan with the same intensity.  The cousins were being completely mind broken by the biggest fucking of their lives. Never had their holes been abused to such a degree. Josh’s stomach growled and grumbled from having his guts rearranged by the dick.  With all the food he ate that day, there was no way his bowels would remain firm. A loud sequence of farts followed by the brown nectar Dontrell so desperately desired came spewing from the plump ass. The shit squirted out with each pounding and trailed down his legs and onto Ryan. Dontrell laughed while he saw the shit splash into the air due to how hard he was fucking the ass. 

Josh gritted his teeth and blushed bright red from the embarrassing act of domination. He hated being submissive for anyone that wasn’t Ryan and he certainly having his ass plowed by a fellow alpha. He was wallowing in his own shit like a filthy pig. He was barely any better at Ignavius at this point. He swore to himself to get revenge on Dontrell one day.

The cousin duo was nothing more than a moaning mess, completely under the control of his mighty dick. No matter how much they pleaded, Dontrell wouldn’t stop fucking them until he finally reacher his climax. 25 minutes of raw fucking had completely broken their minds. He the two wallow in a steaming pile of piss and shit. 

Like a villain from a cheesy movie, he flailed his arms and gloated at the carnage he caused. The dominated alpha wolf Josh was completely violated and his cousin was slain too. He still wasn’t done just yet. He bent down to press his head into josh’s ass, aggressively using his tongue to scoop up as much shit as possible. It was such a rancid flavor but enjoyed it all the same. Fecal matter slid down his throat and into his hungry belly. Shit eating was his biggest fetish, tied right there with humiliation. He was determined to eat every single trace of shit in the room and probably would’ve done so if he wasn’t interrupted by a loud ass phonecall. He would’ve ignored had the call not come from his ‘business’ phone. He grumbled as he reached for his phone off the nightstand and reluctantly answered the call.

“ Greetings Dontrell. I hope I’m not calling you at a bad time, but Josh and Ryan need to complete the rest of their training course. Please notify them to arrive at the training grounds within an hour or so” Caliremont advised him with his charming accent.

Dontrell sighed and looked at the three moaning men slumped on the bed. They looked out of commission and probably wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. Sometimes he didn’t his own strength.

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Terry and I were great friends and had grown up together. When puberty struck, we both realized that we were attracted to other guys and were able to rely on each other’s support as our sexual orientation began to develop and flourish. Although we did fool around, we soon recognized that we were not really into one another and were attracted to the same kind of butch guys. As time passed, we both got lucky from time to time and delighted in sharing our adventures about the horny studs that we were fortunate enough to coerce into pleasuring.

After school, we both attended college and qualified. Because old habits die hard, during this period, our exploits were again eagerly shared and feverishly gossiped.

Ultimately, however, the sad day arrived when Terry moved to a city a thousand miles away. As you would expect, although we were in frequent phone and computer contact, our one on one interaction was sorely missed. Because of this, I commenced planning a week-long break to visit him, and soon all our plans were in place.

I would depart early on a Saturday morning; spend the night in a motel in order to cut my long trip in half, and then follow the same procedure the following Saturday for my return journey home.

I had opted to drive rather than fly because my vehicle was in sore need of a good run. I only ever used it for short distances and felt that the engine could do with the benefit of a long trip.

The journey was pleasant, and when I reached my first destination by mid-afternoon, the motel in the small town I was staying in was far pleasanter than I had anticipated. After a quick shower, I relaxed on my bed for a few hours, prior to making my way to a diner that was situated a short distance from my motel. I was anticipating an early night because I wanted to get going early the following morning.

Upon returning to the motel I decided to pop into the popular bar at the establishment. Saturday nights at this bar were very popular with the locals, and of course, I was interested in seeing what the local men looked like. After sitting on a barstool at the long counter I scanned the room to find that some of the guys were fuckin’ hot. Of course, there were also quite a few ladies milling around and receiving attention from the studs that were on a night out. Most of the guys had a cowboy look about them and worked on the many farms in the area.

The country music emanating from the speakers added to the redneck milieu marvellously, and I was in heaven as my imagination began to envisage a Brokeback Mountain kind of scenario.

As I sat there mentally salivating, a hunky guy entered the bar and sat on a stool two seats away from me. He was wearing one of those ridiculously sexy cowboy hats, and the traditional garb that one would expect from a cowboy. His face looked sternly weather-beaten, and although many people wouldn’t call him attractive, to me he was unbelievably handsome. As his beer was placed before him a huge rough paw picked up the bottle and placed it to his lips.

No sooner had been placed the bottle down before him, before he commenced lip-syncing to the song that was playing.       

Unable to restrain myself, I asked, “Is this one of your favourite songs?”

As he turned to look at me my heart sank, because he had what almost appeared to be a scowl on his face. Fortunately, his expression quickly changed to smile.

“Yeah… I love this song,” he answered, as he scanned me in an assessing manner, particularly focussing on the earrings in my ears.

After another sip of his beer, he then asked, “Do you like country music?”

“Sure,” I lied.

“Who are your favourite singers?” he then inquired.

“Patsy, Garth, Reba, and Travis,” I quickly answered, tabulating the only names that I could think of. As he approvingly nodded his head, I began crapping myself that he would ask me about favourite songs that they had recorded. Fortunately, he did not.

“Name’s Albert,” he then announced. 

“I’m Kevin,” I replied.

“You ain’t from around here,” Albert then rhetorically stated.

I now went on to explain my situation as briefly as I could, not wanting to bore him to death.

After my summation, Albert asked, “Married?”

“No. Not married, engaged, or involved,” I answered.

“Clever guy,” he then replied with pursed lips and raised eyebrows, almost as if he just had an epiphany after my revelation. I couldn’t help wondering if he had begun to wonder if I was possibly gay.

“And you?” I inquired.

“Nah… was, but now I’m divorced,” he replied.

“Kids?” I questioned.

“No, thank fuck not,” he stated, before adding, “Luckily, I now don’t have that obligatory servitude to deal with for the rest of my life.”   

“So what do you do?” I next asked.

Albert now told me that he worked on a large ranch and was in charge of the horses. He apparently, had a special gift with these animals and tended to the training and care of all the horses on the farm. It was clear from his passion that he was an equine aficionado of note.

By now the bar was filling up and so Albert moved to the stool next to mine.  

“Stallions are fascinating. You won’t believe what I am about to tell you, but I have seen a stallion mount another male and anally penetrate him,” Albert now told me matter-of-factly.

“You’re kidding,” I answered, wondering if this was a probing question of sorts.  

“I kid you not. But then as you may or may not beware, homosexual behaviour has often been observed in the animal kingdom, so I suppose the ‘gay’ thing is no big deal,” he concluded, with a strange look of connivance.

I was now finding our conversation awkwardly entrancing, and Albert’s demeanour was taking on an air of suggestiveness.

‘Jesus,’ I began to ruminate, ‘Is this going to be my lucky night with this hick-hunk?’

“How long were you married?” I then excitedly asked after his discourse.

“Only several months,” he informed me.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what went wrong?” I gingerly inquired.

“Well, she didn’t like having sex with me,” he proffered.

“Why?” I asked, now completely intrigued.

“Well,” he again intoned, “She always referred to my cock as a drunk-dick.”

This revelation left me speechless, and I simply looked at him with complete bewilderment.

With a guffaw, he then went on to explain more fully. “She simply couldn’t handle my cock when she was sober,” he laughingly informed me. 

Tempted as I was to get a dimensional evaluation, I refrained from doing so, hoping that this information would shortly surface of its own accord.

Albert now again launched into a fuller explanation about the details of their unsuccessful union.

In their brief courtship, a lot of partying took place and his future wife was fairly sexually compliant, mostly well under the influence of alcohol. Although there were tell-tale signs of her resistance, when sober, naïvely, Albert simply wrote this off to the fact that she would soon adapt to his penis size. He was so taken with her stunning looks, and also, being the envy of all his buddies, he could barely see past his nose and thus married her.       

As things went from bad to worse and her reticence steadily grew, the final straw came when, being a catholic girl, his wife decided that for lent she would, as always, be giving up alcohol. Exasperated by now, Albert moved out and started divorce proceedings.

As if reading my mind once he was done, he clarified, “It’s not as if I belong in a freak show, and although my cock is above average, the bitch simply wouldn’t relax and enjoy sex… When you have to continue jerking off with a wife who is meant to take care of your needs, then what’s the fuckin’ point of being married?”  

‘Jesus, how big is that fuckin’ thing,’ I began contemplating, before replying, “Sure…” which was all I could think of saying in response. I must also add, that although I’m not a suspiciously minded person, I couldn’t help myself from thinking that Albert had possibly not told me the entire story.

“Would you like another beer?” Albert then asked.

Mischievously, I answered, “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

After we both burst out laughing, he replied, “If it helps, I’ll buy you another six.”

A strange silence now ensued as we kept glancing at one another.

Breaking the silence after a while, I scanned the room and asked, “So… is there any pussy here that you have your eye on?”

“Uh-huh… the one right in front of me,” he uttered as he stared into my eyes.

“In that case, should I get drunk?” I chuckled.

“Nah, you look like you can handle anything,” he salaciously answered.

I was overwhelmed by what was happening to me. Here, in the middle of nowhere, in a place I had never been to and only recently heard of, I was being propositioned by a hot, real-life cowboy. Am I fuckin’ dreaming I kept asking myself, feeling like I had just won the big prize at a county fair.

“Well, shall we go to your ‘barn’ after the next drink?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered, tittering at his metaphor.

After both finishing our beers he got up and then looking at me said, “Giddy-up, let’s go Trigger.”

‘Brokeback-fuckin’-mountain, here we go,’ I thought to myself as my heart beat faster than I could remember.

When we finally arrived in my room, I asked, “Can I get you another beer?’ as I pointed at the bar fridge.

Albert did not answer, he simply moved toward me, and after removing his hat, propelled my body backward. Once I felt the back of my calves touching the bed, he swiftly lifted me and tossed me on the bed, before getting on top of me in a flash.  As my head became ensconced in his calloused mitts, Albert rigorously began kissing me.

The feel of his sturdy body compressing me as he wriggled above me was extraordinary and although still fully clothed, I could already feel the pressure of his drunk-dick and cowboy belt buckle grinding into me.

After several minutes, I was somewhat relieved when Albert lifted onto his knees and removed his belt, removing the uncomfortable buckle. Best of all, his shirt was also extracted off his body, as was mine at his request. As he once more lowered onto me, I could now enjoy the hard bulge unfettered by the discomfort of the annoying belt buckle. Additionally, my hands could now caress the taut skin of his awesome upper body, which I did with fervour.

As throaty mumbles of contentment began to flow from his ardent mouth, my horse whisperer took me to a new level of elation.

Was his ex-wife out of her fuckin’ mind, I now started thinking to myself.

Although it was obvious that he had showered before visiting the bar, his masculine body permeated the awesome odour of ingrained manliness, which just seemed to ooze out of his pores. Much as I was looking forward to seeing Terry, I would happily have traded that and remained in this one-horse town for the rest of week, if it meant that I could spend my evenings with Albert.

When Albert once more lifted, he sat at the edge of the bed and began to remove his boots and socks. Albert then pulled my shoes, socks, pants, and underpants off me before he commenced the big reveal by also stripping naked. After he had disposed of his jeans, he made a meal of pushing his underpants down to his ankles.           

Once the underpants had been kicked to the side, he stood with his arms akimbo, proudly showing off his spectacular cock. I did not have to playact as I gasped while gawking at the drunk-dick. It was menacingly thick with an oversized glans that was unusually short, with a flared outer ridge that made it look almost unnatural, like a hooded reptile displaying a threatening warning sign. I had read that dick-heads had been evolutionarily designed to scoop other male’s spunk out of a pussy, giving dominance to their seed. Albert’s cockhead, however, looked like it could extract every bit of cervical fluid that a woman could ever produce.

As my eager hand reached out and touched the ridge of his dick it felt rough and abrasive. Also, the doctor who had circumcised him had removed as much excess skin as possible, and so the skin on the rigid shaft was very taut. 

‘Oh, fuck,’ I thought, ‘No wonder his ex-wife complained. This glans must have felt like she had a thick toilet brush stuck up her pussy.’   

As he suggested I turn onto my stomach before the log jam was about to commence, I mentally prepared for the scouring that was about to take place.

Thankfully, I had a tube of lube, which I asked him to retrieve from my vanity bag on the bedside table.

The pressure from his cock that followed was extremely uncomfortable as he began his insertion. As the glans commenced popping in, the inch by inch scraping felt like I was having a dermaplaning treatment. Fortunately, the deeper his cock plunged, the less uncomfortable it became, and once he bottomed out it didn’t feel so bad.

After relaxing on top of me and allowing me time to adjust, he asked, “Was that as bad as my wife always made it out to be?”

“No,” I lied, before adding, “But then I suppose a pussy is a lot more sensitive than an arse.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he answered with a laugh.

After a brief pause, he said, “Well now that I’m in the saddle, I suppose we should break into a gentle canter.”

As his hips began to stir he ran his hands up my arms before interlocking our fingers. The sensuality of his huge paws clamping onto my hands was mesmerizing. This, combined with the pressure from his hips completely negated the earlier discomfort as I now really began to enjoy the fucking I was getting.

“Anytime you want to gallop, I’m ready for you, cowboy,” I enthusiastically soon informed him.

“Whoa… what’s the hurry? Let’s take this nice and slow,” he replied with a chuckle.

“I’m in your capable hands, cowboy,” I answered with a giggle.

Albert was in no hurry, and his build-up was gradual and sustained. For me, I was having the time of my life and groaned with on-going pleasure.

After an age of bliss, I knew that the gallop was about to commence when he lifted his torso onto outstretched arms. As a precursor to what would follow, Albert initially started stabbing my backside in a jagged manner, pulling his dick all the way out before ramming it back into me. With my butt now well acclimatized to his knob, my pucker elatedly accepted his momentum. I was also astonished by how my prostate was being gratified and felt sure that an unassisted orgasm was not too far off for me.

As Albert finally began to gallop, no former sexual sensation I had ever experienced before could compare.

With Albert now in full stride, my balls began to churn. My release was breath-taking and was further enhanced by the harmonious sounds of our gasps and grunts as his ejaculation shortly followed.

With the following day being Sunday, Albert did not work and therefore didn’t need to be up at five, as was his normal routine.

As we began drinking another beer afterward, I was delighted when he asked if he could stay the night.

“How’s your backside feeling?” he then asked with a smile.

“Like a stallion’s just surprised me in a paddock,” I answered before we both burst out laughing.

“Well, things are going to remain busy in this paddock tonight,” he answered with an impish smile.        

As I looked at him I couldn’t believe my luck, and how stunning he was.

‘Terry is going to die of envywell I tell him about my good fortune,’ I thought to myself as my eyes continued to feast on Albert.

“Generally a stallion can only mate three times in a day… But I’m sure I can do better than that,” he said with a mischievous look on his face.

“Well, I am very willing to be on the receiving end of that,” I answered with a lustful grin.

After our beers were finished, I soon found myself on my back at the edge of the bed. With Albert firmly anchored on his feet and my legs over his shoulders, round two now got underway.

As we got going Albert began to display an even rougher approach than before. His coarse hands now moved between my upper chest and genitals, as his fingers tweaked my nipples and then squeezed my balls. As his thrusting also took on a greater intensity, he also began to slap my face, torso, and hips.

Much as I was enjoying it, I couldn’t help wondering if this approach hadn’t possibly led to his wife’s reluctance to have sex with him. My thoughts were soon interrupted when he also began spearing his thick fingers into my mouth and aggressively caressing my head. What followed next both surprised and delighted me, as he pulled my jaw open with his index finger and commenced spitting into my mouth. It soon became clear that he loved spitting as glob after glob started coating my face, before also vigorously being rubbed in all over my head.

There was now a look of menace in his eyes, which excited the hell out of me. I had never experienced this level of aggression before and found myself both intoxicated by, albeit slightly frightened by what was happening.

I now knew that this fucker had lied to me about his wife and that his wife’s resistance was not only because of his cock, but had been exacerbated by his predilection for vigorous sex.  

Albert was really in full cry at this point and it wasn’t long before he announced that he was about to cum. I was equally excited by now and feverishly commenced tugging on my dick. After another unified release, we once more got off the bed for another beer.

As we stood looking at one another he had a slightly apprehensive look on his face, as if wondering if he had overstepped the mark with his rigorousness.

“Did you enjoy that?” he then asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, before asking, “You lied to me about your wife, didn’t you?”

Albert merely nodded, with a look of a schoolboy who had just been caught out doing something that he shouldn’t have.

“Well, I loved it,” I reassuringly informed him, before adding, “You have expanded my sexual boundaries tonight.”

The look of relief on his face was incredible.

“Is there room for further expansion?” he now asked with emboldened bravado.

“Mmmm, you can give me all you’ve got,” I replied with horniness now pulsing through my system.

Albert’s blitzkrieg that followed stunned me. Moving with lightning speed he then threw me onto my stomach on the bottom corner of the bed. Next, I felt like I was at an oceanarium in the dolphin’s pool and while hanging off the side, a dolphin was using his tail to slap the hell out of my backside. For the next few minutes, Albert walloped my arse hard and fast. Sore as it was, the stinging transported me into an erotic dimension of blissful agony that I simply could get enough of. My cock had never been harder and my lust had never been more insatiable.

“Beat the living shit out of me,” I bleated as his sustained punishment nourished my avaricious desire for discomfort.

Next, after I felt his legs move in behind me, Albert then stabbed his dick into my backside as I felt his hands cupping my shoulders. Albert now commenced the most animated thrusting onslaught as his hands frantically pulled my body toward his thrashing hips.

Albert’s approving grunts now reverberated in the room as he sustained his harsh attack for the next several minutes, as his preposterous dick once more stimulated me beyond belief.

Subsequently, after finally pulling my torso upward, I felt his hands move between my legs and cup the insides of my thighs. Once I was firmly encased in his embrace, Albert then stood up, and with me impaled on his cock, carried me toward the back of the sofa in the room. Once I was leaning on the sofa, Albert’s sturdier stance now allowed him to pummel my arse powerfully. With his hands now located on my hips, Albert went berserk as he bounced around behind me.

“I want to cum in your mouth later,” he then huffed.

Knowing that this would not be too far off, I also began to tug on my knob.

I was not able to get our timing spot-on, because before commencing my release, my body was turned and forced downward before a large plug got lodged between my lips as he started unloading into my mouth. Once done, he used his knobkerrie (which is a club with a large knob at the end of it, that I had recently read about in a South African novel), to commence slapping my face.

“Did you also cum?’ he finally gasped.

“Not yet,” I answered.

Without skipping a beat, Albert immediately raised and turned my body, before once more pummelling my arse very hard once more.

Magically, this new offensive speedily bore results and soon I was gloriously ejaculating with such force that my knees almost gave way under me.

“Should we get some sleep?” Albert asked me afterward, once an air of tranquillity had descended upon us.

“Sure,” I replied. After the long drive, and with all the excitement of the evening, I was quite exhausted.

Soon, I found myself cuddled up to Albert. In his moist embrace I then drifted off into the most satisfying slumber I could ever remember.

In the early hours of the morning, I awoke to a stirring behind me. With Albert spooning me from behind, I felt an unmistakable hardness sliding between my butt cheeks. As his lips started caressing my neck, I knew that our next session was on the way. Once my upper leg had been lifted and pulled over his thigh, Albert gently entered my puffy arse, and in a show of his versatility, he leisurely fucked me for the next thirty minutes. It was glorious!

The way his hands caressed my body and his mouth assailed my lips as he drilled my backside was magnificent.

Once he had cum, we again fell asleep.

At seven that morning, however, Albert again reminded me of his rougher machinations as I got fucked and spanked manically.

After I bought breakfast for him at the diner later, I finally departed three hours later than I had planned.

I did phone Terry to tell him about my later than expected arrival, which he was okay with, especially once I had promised that I had really interesting news to tell him about my incredibly rewarding night.

As I drove with a very sore arse, I have to admit that all I could think about was my return journey, and the date I had made with Albert for the upcoming Saturday evening. 

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I left with a spring in my step and headed to my place. It was getting late and I grabbed a bite on the way home. Soon I was at my place studying and when I got tired, I flopped on my bed and decided to stroke out another load before getting some sleep.

* * *

So drifting off I’m thinking about how wild it was and how great it was to get my first amazingly hot deep throat and to have my first butt sex ever! At first, it was disappointing that it was with a dude, but hell, because of scholarships I had been thrust into this world of uptight chicks who were just not interested in me.

I know my parents had worked hard and sacrificed a lot to be able to put back the large amount of money that they had, but they knew it still wasn’t going to be enough, so the deal was that as long as I kept at least a “B” grade average whatever money had to be borrowed in student loans we would share the responsibility of paying it back evenly.

So now that I had this amazing free ride for all four years of college, my parents made the same deal in reverse. That as long as I kept my “B” grade average and was able to keep the full scholarship for all four years of school, once I graduated and landed a great job, we would split the college fund that wasn’t needed, and it could really help me purchase my first home or something substantial like that. So I didn’t feel I had the right to complain about having to live in an area where pussy was difficult to come by, even though where I moved from, it was like it grew on trees!

When I woke the next morning, I could tell I gotten the best night’s sleep I’d had since moving east, and I was pretty sure it had a lot to do with unloading my balls twice inside some jock’s tight sweet ass! I could see a message on my phone and it was from Steve.

It read, “Great time last night, I’ll bet you have a bad or in my thoughts really great case of morning wood and loaded balls. If you message me by 9:00 a.m., I can come unload them for you. Don’t have time for much more, but think about how great your day would be to have your balls emptied first thing! Hit me up if interested! Steve!”

I started to laugh it off, ignore it, and get ready for my day! I looked at the time and there was still time, I did have morning wood, so I just messaged Steve, “Hell yes” and then attached my address.

He texted back, “B there in 10!”

I knew how far away he was and that he was in a time crunch, so although I had intended to take a shower, I knew I didn’t have time, and he must have run as he was here in just over five minutes.

I was on my bed as he came in the door and locked it behind him. I was leaning against the headboard and pulled back the sheet as he peeled off his shirt! “I don’t have time to go home and clean up, so I can’t get cum and throat juice on this one!”

We both laughed at that, and he dove between my spread legs. He gave my balls a couple of licks, and then sniffed and looked up at me, “Fuck Josh, you didn’t shower after last night, that’s fucking hot, you smell amazing!”

“Seriously Steve I intended to, but fell asleep last night, and didn’t have time before you got here!”

“I’m glad you didn’t! Most guys don’t realize the power of their scent!”

We didn’t chatter anymore as very soon, my cock was buried in his throat and he was making those gagging motions on my cock even though he wasn’t gagging! It was amazing at how quickly I could feel my load building, and in under 10 minutes I “really” wanted to shoot my load, and soon, that want became a need, and in several more minutes, it was an impending event!

I told Steve I was going to blow soon but wanted some throat fuck action before it happened. He just shook his head yes, with my cock still totally buried in his throat, I grabbed both sides of his head and got up on my knees! He easily followed my position!

I only got ten or twelve full-length strokes all the way into his throat and all the way out to his lips before my cock started firing! It was truly an explosion and I could actually hear my cum shots squirt against his tonsils, it was fucking amazing. Finally, he lurched forward and I got to shoot a few more while he used his talented throat muscles to massage a few more shots out of my balls.

As I was recovering, Steve had used the towel I tossed him to wipe off his face and was putting on his shirt! He said, “This is piss poor timing, but I have to run home for a week or so, my grandmother is very ill and I want to see her at least one more time! I hate to leave you in need after you’ve been so great, so I gave your number to my best buddy, and he would be happy to take care of you while I’m gone!”

I couldn’t help laughing when I said, “Steve, I’m glad you care, but it’s not your responsibility to unload my balls whenever they need it!”

“Well Josh, I like to give the best service to straight men with big cocks that I can, so I talked to Luke, hell he’s the guy who taught me to deep throat, if you let him, he will take amazing care of your cock, and just so you know, he’s a little muscle fucker, you’d never guess likes cock, and he likes getting pounded as much as I do!”

“Jesus, Steve, what is this the cocksucker network?”

“Well kind of, I only gave him your number because I know when he messages you, if you decline, he will tell you he won’t contact you again, but you can keep his number and you can contact him whenever you want. That’s just how some of us jocks who love cock do things!”

“Well I’m not sure about all of this, but thanks, I guess!”

“Thank you, Josh, that load may have to hold me until I return I’ve got to run, hope to see you in a week or so!”

With that, he was out the door. I was mulling it over thinking that it was one thing to have a cocksucker I had met before and figured was pretty cool, which it turns out he was, but to have a total stranger coming over to suck my cock, I wasn’t sure about.

I started to hit the shower and then I realized it was my long-distance running day! Since I wasn’t involved full time, in a team sport, I needed to get in a lot of cardio and burn a lot of calories to keep my 6 pack and still occasionally have beer, pizza, and burgers, so two days a week I did long-distance running, so there was no sense showering first!

I had run about three miles when I got the text from Luke. Steve was right, he was a smaller guy, but he was built like a brick with a nice face and big lips. I responded that I was new to this and wasn’t sure and that I was running for quite a while yet.

He text me again with a picture of a butt that put mine to shame, “This pussy and my mouth pussy will be waiting to reward you for staying in such hot stud shape and doing your distance running today! Remember, I taught Steve everything he knows about servicing hot jock cock! He’s good, but I’m WAY better!” Then there was a smiley face with a wagging tongue! I like a sense of humor!

Fuck, my cock was swelling as I was running! I had just had a guy blow me less than an hour ago, and my randy cock was starting to tingle at the thought of this hot little muscle stud taking my cock now! Fuck I was already pretty sure I was going to do this!

I ran as far as I knew I could go and not be dying when I got back, so I texted Luke he was on, that I had about another hour or so of running, but I really needed a shower.

He text me right back and said, “I’d prefer that you didn’t!” another smiley face with a wagging tongue.

“Really, my pits are ripe and I can almost smell my balls, and I fucked your buddy a couple of times yesterday evening!”

“Hell to the yes, stud! Manscent rocks and scent from a hot hung jock like you is the biggest aphrodisiac in the world!”

Fuck, I couldn’t believe I was going to do this and that now two of these guys wanted my crotch stink, fuck, for some reason that REALLY turned me on! Luke texted me his address, so now I was running for some throat and ass pussy fucking of a hot muscle stud!

I was there sooner than expected and Luke opened the door looked me up and down and smiled! “Gatorade, water or beer?”

“Thanks, Gatorade first and then water or beer if that’s okay!”

“Whatever you want stud! Fuck you are even hotter than Steve said!”

A bottle of Gatorade, a bottle of water, then a beer and a blow job. I was on Luke’s couch, he was between my legs doing his best to show me how much better he is at sucking cock than Steve is, and I had to admit he was right. However, I was being mean and telling him I wasn’t sure who was better, and he kept upping his game!

Fuck it was hot! He was slamming his face into my crotch and letting my cock all the way out of his mouth on most strokes. He could hold it down his throat for even longer periods than Steve could, he laughed and told me that he had learned how to breathe through his ears!

Thirty minutes later I had him bent over the arm of the couch and I was fucking him as hard and as fast as I could, and he was encouraging and egging me on! I ended up running back to my place to get a book, and my laptop and then spent most of the day at Luke’s place studying, getting head, working out, fucking his gorgeous gravity-defying muscle butt, and getting head again. By the end of the day we were best friends and I damn near had to limp back to my place.

This time I was so tired I didn’t even stop for a bite I just ate whatever I found in the mini frig and again collapsed in bed. But after several rounds of deep throat and fucking Luke, I didn’t even beat off before going to sleep. My randy cock did wake me at about 3:00 a.m., and I stroked off to a visual of me taking turns on Steve and Luke’s mouths and asses!

The next morning, 7:00 a.m. came too soon and I woke with a throbbing boner and the need to piss! I only thought about it for maybe 30 seconds before I text Luke a picture of my boner and asked if he wanted my load! He must have been awake as he text me back in less than a minute, “b there in 15!” I responded, “lock the door when you come in!”

I answered two more texts from other friends that had nothing to do with sex and headed to the bathroom to unload all the water and beer piss from the night before.

It felt as if the piss would never quit coming, I heard Luke open, then close and lock the door. “Hey dude, you pissing or taking a shower?” I could hear the laugh in his voice. Well, I definitely need a shower, you want me to rinse off, or are you still in into my stank?” I teased back.

“Fuck yes, get out here, you’ll need a shower by the time we get finished though!”

I could smell my own pits and probably my crotch, but I knew when he got his face down there he would smell it for certain. Fuck I hadn’t had a shower since the day before yesterday, I had only done that once or twice in my life when I was so sick with the flu or something I couldn’t get out of bed!

“Really dude, you really want me and all this man funk?”

“I’m telling you, Josh, once you get over the idea that it smells bad because that’s what we’ve been taught, you realize the riches of pheromones that come out of our pores with our sweat, it hugely turns me and many other guys on, and I think part of that may be why you’re so horny and turned on!”

There was no sense in arguing now as he was already wrapping his nice, big, juicy, wet lips around the fat head of my cock, and not only didn’t I care anymore, he couldn’t talk with his mouth full. So as what had now become the norm, when I was standing getting head I was usually fucking the guy’s throat and I fucking loved it! I’m going to tell you Steve is fucking amazing, Luke is fucking stellar! I couldn’t imagine how it could get any better!

After about 10 minutes I had Luke bent over the edge of my bed, spit on his hole a couple of times and just slid in, I hated to admit it, but there was probably no pussy on this earth that felt that good, and as long as I’m going there, those two, big, round, smooth muscle cheeks were kind of hard to compete with too!

I pulled out and told him to turn around and get back on the floor and started into his throat again! Ass to mouth is what they call it, and although my cock looked squeaky clean, I knew it had just been up his ass and he gladly took it into his mouth and back down his throat.

Now I’m going to tell you, that if any chick I ever fucked was into that, I’d probably call her a skank, slut, whore, but having a guy do it, just made me feel, hot, proud, and turned on! I guess these guys just love cock so much, they will do damn near anything to please one, and I could not find one thing wrong with that!

I pulled my cock out of Luke’s throat and I knew he thought I was going to shoot! He looked up at me and said, “How do you want to cum?”

“Later is how I want to cum!”

I grabbed him under his armpits and threw him up onto my bed. I looked down at him and smiled and said, “Show me your jock pussy!”

Luke really got a smile on his face, grabbed his ankles, and pulled back and up, until his crack and slightly gaping, slightly swollen pink hole was in my view! Fuck that was hot, and I knew I’d been the one to make it gaping and swollen.

I figured I probably didn’t need to, but I wanted to be sure, and I bent to spit into and on his hole. I got my face down there and started to realize what he was talking about. There was just a faint scent of his cock and balls with a bit of soap smell, but fuck, his hairy crack and hole had an entirely different scent to them, and it had nothing to do with poop! It was a bit familiar somewhat from locker rooms, and it was kind of a turn on!

I grabbed Luke’s ankles and spread them wide, and got my first really good look at the guy. Fuck before, I hadn’t really cared what he looked like, he was just someone who wanted to take care of my cock. But now before I slid into him, I looked him over pretty closely!

I’ve already described his hole, that was centered between two high riding, firm, smooth, round cheeks. He had quite the forest of dark hair between his hole and his balls, and his balls were clipped, not shaved. He probably had a 6 to 6.5″ cock that was making a clear sticky puddle on his tight lower belly, nice bush and trail that ran along his rippled abs up to full thick rounded pecs with just a patch of hair between them, and above them was a nice face, a full mustache/goatee combo a lot like mine and then gorgeous dark eyes and thick head of shiny/curly black hair. I’m going to guess that Luke was a combination of many nationalities, Latin, African, Asian, maybe Middle Eastern, but it all blended very well.

His eyes were kind of glazed, but he was smiling when I slid my cock inside of him. Some part of me at first thought that guys like Steve and Luke were less than me and at first, I thought I should treat them badly and make them not want to be my friend because they were gay, and I didn’t want them hanging around. Now looking down at Luke he was amazing looking, and loved doing exactly what I wanted someone to do with my cock! Why would I treat him badly?

As I slid most of my cock into Luke, the smile left his face, his eyes kind of rolled back into his head, and his mouth just went slack. I realized that this was kind of his bliss! I wanted to make him feel a lot of that because he and Steve had recently made me feel a lot of that!

I was slow fucking him for about five minutes when he opened his eyes, smiled, and said, “Come on Josh, don’t fall in love FUCK me stud!”

I had to laugh, and my hips kicked into gear, and I drove my first load of the day as deep into Luke’s hole as I could get it!

So two loads and an hour later Luke was getting ready to head out, and I was “finally” heading to the shower. Luke was about halfway out the door and he said, “Hey Josh, going to be busy this evening, but my friend Cory will contact you to see if you need some release. Yes, he’s fucking hot, and if you do fuck him, don’t forget me, because he’s amazing too! See ya!”

He was gone before I could respond, and thought, what the fuck, Steve’s hot, he sent me Luke! Luke’s hot, he’s sending me Cory, we’ll see if I get a text.

After my much-needed shower, I grabbed my books and laptop and headed to the commissary for some real food for breakfast. I could study and eat at the same time. I was a couple of hours into it and really getting into the groove, I figured I’d give it another hour and then hit the gym.

I was almost finished when my phone signaled a text. It was from Cory. He told me he was friends with Steve and Luke and had heard great things about me. He wanted to know if I wanted to stop by later, and he attached some pics!

Holy fuck, this jock looked a lot like Justin Bieber on steroids, and hotter! He showed shirtless pics of a nice jocks body, a face more handsome than Bieber and a fucking killer ass! Holy crap, it was bigger than Steve’s, smaller than Lukes big bubble, and had the big dimples on the side of both cheeks and the ‘v’ shaped indentations above it! This showed someone who was dedicated to working out!

I wasn’t really horny, but I knew I would be when I finished my workout today. So I text him back that I was finishing studies and heading to the gym that I’d be free in a couple of hours. He text back “Great, finishing my workout and going to study soon! Come by!”

He sent the address of his building and his room number and I headed to the gym.

I was kind of wound up by the time I got to the gym. I realized how much physical stamina that all this new sex was taking, and was glad for the aerobic calorie burn, but also realized that most of these guys were pretty damn hot themselves and that they needed to be attracted to something more than just my big cock!

Steve and Luke were both in great shape, but fuck, from his pictures Cory looked like model material. I had a hard time realizing that I was now looking at guys in a sexual manner.

I really threw myself into my workout and today was full-body, mostly concentrating on my core. So I wasn’t hitting arms and legs too hard, but the core was taking a good work out! Everything I could do to promote my abs, lats, and back. A previous trainer had taught me how to mix things up, to keep my body confused about what would happen next so that it was like constantly new material.

I was happy as I had exceeded reps from my previous time of working this routine, and felt tight and pumped. I also thought I noticed some of the guys checking me out more than usual, and then thought that maybe it was because I was checking them out more than usual. But I also wondered if already word might be getting around from Steve, Luke, and even Cory.

I realized that this area wasn’t my home and probably never would be, so what did I care what others thought. I do my studies here for a few years and then head back to the west coast where I belonged, and no one would be the wiser about my current sex choices.

Cory’s place was near where I live and was another similar setup. Whoever had designed the living quarters on this campus had done a great job. Because of my full-ride scholarship, I actually had a mini apartment that I didn’t have to share, and that was also Cory and Luke’s set up, but I figured theirs were both athletic scholarships.

I tapped on Cory’s door and he met me shitless in some well-fitting designer briefs, with a margarita in his hand and said, “Fuck you’re hotter than Luke described!”

“Thanks Cory, you look amazing too!”

“Well great Josh, enjoy your marg, I’m going to pour myself one, and I’d say this fuck is on!”

I laughed at that and stepped in. His apartment was exactly the same size as mine, but he had it set up much better with a lot of space-saving and multipurpose furniture. Not only that, but it was also clean as I whistle, it looked like a high tech loft out of an architectural magazine.

The furniture was comfortable, the colors were clean and bright and I felt very at home. Cory came over to where I was sitting, got down on the floor, and started untying my shoes. Soon I was getting an amazing foot massage, then the socks disappeared and the massage continued, but soon he was up to my calves, then thighs and finally he had me stand up and removed my shorts. 

While I was standing, he moved his keyboard and a few other items into a small storage area, and the next thing I knew the desk disappeared, and a very comfy looking queen size bed appeared. It was amazing and as if it came out of nowhere!

He was on his knees and in no time my cock was first in his mouth getting a tongue massage like nothing I’d ever experienced before and all the while, one hand was roaming my pecs and abs, and the other was giving a massage to my balls that was truly exceptional.

After the third time my cock went into his throat I took over, and slowly started throat fucking! I throat fucked him slowly for a long time because of what he was doing to my cock with his tongue and his throat! Fuck, I can’t even describe it!

I knew I had to stop him soon or my first load was going to go down his throat and I knew I wanted to plant it in his ass! I reached down and started urging him up, and at the angle I was, with his head back, when he rose up, our lips met and I let him kiss me.

Again I don’t know how to describe it, but it was about the most amazing kiss I’d ever had, and later I had to admit that the only reason I didn’t say it “was” the most amazing kiss I’d ever had is that it was from a guy…

When we broke the amazing kiss, I turned Cory around to bend him over the bed to eat and then fuck his gorgeous ass! He turned to look at me and said, “Fuck I can’t wait, I’ve heard you are amazing at eating ass and even better at fucking!”

“Well from the look of your butt, I’m going to love eating it, and we’ll just have to take the rest from there.”

He got on his bed on his hands and knees and raised that gorgeous ass up and out for my ease of access. I came up to it and kissed all over the cheeks. They were tanned a golden brown and covered with almost sparkling golden blonde hair/fuzz! His ass was definitely a work of art. Although it was somewhat tan, the rest of him was darker, so you could see that at least for part of the time he wore a speedo.

I loved kissing and licking all over the amazing mounds of muscle and when I finally made my way into his crack I remembered what Luke had said, about the scent, so instead of spitting on it before I went in, I let my nose slowly inhale the scent before I did anything else. Gladly it did NOT smell like poop or anything close to that. It was not an unpleasant odor, it was more of an aroma, deep and earthy, but not dank and dark. I guess it’s hard to explain what an asshole smells like on a 20-year-old jock. But it definitely had my interest!

Cory definitely had the potential to be a quality fuck! I could just tell, the way he handled himself, the way he kept himself in shape, the look of his apartment, but more than that the way he devoured my cock, and the way he kissed.

I went to the place in my mind where I stored all the details and sexy things the college girl had taught me while I was still in high school. I was just barely legal and she got off on steering and training a young, hung stud.

I teased my way around his ass crack until he was panting. I licked from his tailbone to his taint, and never touched his asshole. I’d skirt around it, running around one side on the way up and the other side on the way down. I let him think he knew what I was going to do, but as soon as he’d move to try to get my tongue to his hole, I’d make a different move.

He moaned when I licked his crack, but I almost had to hold him when I licked his fuzzy/hairy taint, and its scent was even better than his crack, and I loved the tickle of hair against my nose and lips.

Cory was getting wound up now, he was getting excited, his cock was leaking precum on the sheets. I made another swipe up his fuzzy crack and purposely missed his hole again going up and coming back down. He was making funny sounds now as I went back to licking his taint, and to keep him from getting used to that I moved down farther and licked the back of his crinkled ball sack.

Cory has nice sized nuts but they were definitely hugging the underside of his cock. This was totally new for me and as close as I had ever, or ever wanted to get to sucking a cock, but it got my point across to him, that he had no way of knowing what I was going to do next.

I figured I couldn’t keep this up much longer and I didn’t want him to cum yet, so after teasing up and down his crack several more times, without notice, I ran my wet tongue right over his tight crinkled little hole, and he moaned loud!

After about ten minutes of drawing wet circles of my hot spit around his gorgeous tight little hole, breathing my hot breath against it one minute, then sucking cool air back over the next, Cory was almost whining.

Finally, I breathed my hot breath against his hole and drilled my tongue into it as deep as I could get it! Of course, he locked it down on me, but tonguing a tight hole open is one of my favorite things to do now! Well, now that I’m fucking jocks all the time!

He howled when I did that, so I drilled him again and worked up a big load of spit in my mouth, I pursed my lips and pressed against his tight hole and pushed the spit inside of him. He grunted like he’d been fucked that time. I licked his hole some more and could feel it relax and slipped my tongue in and then sucked my spit back out.

He squealed like a girl that time! So I had my hand all wet with spit from playing with his hole for so long, I lubed my cock with it slapped his right butt cheek hard and just pushed my thick cock it into his throbbing hole!

There was a low grunt, a loud moan, and then some kind of garbled noises that I couldn’t make any sense of, but none of it sounded like he was in physical trouble or that he didn’t like what was happening to him, I kept slowly sliding my cock inside of him.

Fuck his hole was tight, but his channel was smooth like a velvet vise, it was truly amazing and slick. I was getting close to bottoming out, and my bush was less than two inches from his firm round fuzzy cheeks. As I felt a new resistance inside of Cory, he groaned, it was a low sound that came from deep within him.

I started to ease up, but I realized it was more of a grunt and more pleasure than pain. I kept my slow forward motion and the thick head of my cock felt something that felt like a tiny mouth deep in his channel, it resisted but gave somewhat. It was as if it had kissed my piss slit and I liked it.

When I eased up on my forward pressure Cory growled out a low “Ohhh fuuucckkk!”

I wanted to hear him make that noise again, and I reversed my motion and pushed forward again finding that tight little mouth and felt it’s new wetness. I pushed, it resisted and Cory grunted again. I eased off and got another very low, very quiet, “Ohhh fuck!”

Corey turned his face back toward me as best as he could and quietly through almost gritted teeth said, “Do it, push hard, go through it!”

I nodded and pulled back a couple of inches then pushed forward again, faster, and with more force than I had before. I felt my head pop through, that little mouth or ring and it grabbed the head of my cock, just past the crown, and grabbed ahold of it. I felt Cory’s butthole spasm around the base of my cock, and then he started a motion where he clenched his hole and then clenched his abs, causing that little ring to massage my cock.

Now I gritted my teeth and growled, “Ohhh fuuucckk!”

Cory’s voice was now higher-pitched again and he whined, “Oh baby, that’s it, that’s the spot, fuck it, fuck it…but slowly at first, okay?”

He had turned his head back toward me again, and I just nodded.

This was fucking awesome, I have NEVER felt anything like this before, and wanted to feel it every time I fuck now! I slowly popped my head out of the ring and then pushed back in. We both growled! The third time I pulled out of the ring I felt his channel flood with juice. It felt like I came without an orgasm, but after three or four more strokes the now loosening ring I felt more and more of the slick warm juices flowing into his channel.

Just to see what it was like, I stroked out the inner edge of his hole and then back into the outer edge of that ring. Soon I was stroking that length for a while just enjoying his juicy jock pussy! It was almost making my head spin when Cory begged, “Please Josh fuck me harder, harder and deeper! Please, please all the way in and all the way out, faster and harder, please!”

He didn’t have to ask me twice, I started stoking back until the head popped out and popped back in, stroking quickly and deeply back into that tiny ring. Within ten strokes the juices were flowing out of his ass, and the channel was slick with his juice, my cock was so wet and slick it looked like it did when I’d make a girls pussy cum!

I was just about to tell Cory I was getting close when he started moaning on each inward stroke, and those moans were quickly turning to grunts. A few minutes later he groaned, growled, and then hollered and his hole, his ring and his entire channel were spasming and dancing on my cock! It was fucking amazing, I hadn’t even cum and there was juice almost squirting out of his hole. It was the most beautiful ass I’ve seen in my life and it was still tight, but the sloppiest hole I’ve ever seen.

His channel and hole’s massage on my cock shoved me over the edge and I was hollering, cussing, and fucking Cory for all I was worth. The orgasm was mind-bending and we finally collapsed in a sweaty pile on his bed!

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I met Daddy when I was 17 and last night, we celebrated our 3rd anniversary and to celebrate Daddy decided to make it a special evening. While I would normally have gotten dressed up for an evening such as this Daddy had other ideas in mind and said. “Be sure to clean your boy pussy out really good and dress real slutty Lola I have special plans for us tonight.”

After obediently following his instruction I went into the bedroom to put on my sluttiest outfit but before I could get dressed Daddy produced a cock cage and a but plug that was as large as a coke can at the base and much larger than I ever had in me. Though I was concerned I would not be able to handle it Daddy is really good at opening assholes and after draping myself over his lap while he sat on the bed Daddy went to work with his hands fingering my boy pussy with one hand and caressing my ass with the other. I would have thought it would take an hour to open me, but Daddy quickly managed 4 fingers in my boy pussy. Ready for the large plug Daddy added an extra thick coat of lube to it then began pushing it in slowly causing my ass to stretch until it finally entered and seated itself with a loud slurp causing me to giggle.

The full feeling the but plug gave me was exquisite. Though there was some initial discomfort when my asshole adjusted, I could feel it touching my prostate and rubbing against it when I walked. Then it came time to dress up like a little slut for Daddy in an outfit consisting of my pink lace thong panties rainbow thigh highs, denim micro mini hot pants that lets my ass hang out, a black half t-shirt that says “Daddy’s Girl ” my denim cut sleeve with rock band patch’s, and favorite platform boots and my ball cap that says naughty in bedazzled letters. Pleased with my packaging Daddy gave me a wolf whistle and said,

“Let’s bail Sissy”

A naughty one himself rather than start our adventure at a bar and grill which is what I was dressed for Daddy decided to take to one of those fancy pants restaurants were everyone looks at you if you’re dressed like I was. Thanks to Daddy I have become a bit of an exhibitionist, so I felt hornier than embarrassed knowing was being looked at as we were led to an out of the way table.

As we sat at the table Daddy got up to one of his favorite games at restaurants which is sending me naughty texts and watching me try not to react. Eventually, it began to become too much, and I was ready to get under the table and give him a blow job. Which is what I learned he had intended only he was not the recipient. After receiving what I imagine was a large bill because we had a prime rib and a bottle of wine Daddy asked for the manager and told him I like to suck cock and wanted to give him a special tip. The manager name Todd was a total dad middle-aged man of 40 something with nice physic and I’m in charge look smiled and said give me a moment then went about shutting and locking the dining room door then he took a seat at our table.

Told to get under the table and eat my dessert I got under the table and with Todd’s help fished his 7” tool out of his pants. Now one of the reasons I like the taste of dick is its musky odor and the taste of cum which Todd gave me plenty of. While I’m no expert I am told I give a pretty mean blow job which Todd seemed to confirm when erupted a big load for me to swallow as I gently massaged his balls and milked him dry. “Oh, gee that was nice you such a good girl Lola.

Going to the restaurant and sucking dick wasn’t the end of my night out after getting into Daddy’s car he drove to a rough-looking part of town and pulled into a run-down strip mall in front of a tattoo parlor called Rainbow Ink. Come on hon I’m gonna get you stamped and your gonna pay for it with your boy pussy. As we walked in, I was surprised to be greeted by Brick who wore a muscle shirt exposing his pecs and bare chest and arms tattoos which I’d never seen because he always kept them covered. Daddy knows I’ve always had the hots for and decided to arrange for him to stud me. Named thus because he is 6’4” and built like a linebacker, I’ve had plenty of fantasy’s involving Brick and have shamelessly flirted with him every time I saw him in his role as clubhouse security.

“Hi” Lola Brick replied then in a typical Brick fashion he ignored me and asked Daddy “So you want me to put a tramp stamp on your sissy?” To which Daddy replied yes then Brick turned to me saying “Tattoos kinds smart and the machine is noisy Lola.” Then he asked. “Do you want me to tattoo you and can you be still, so I don’t mess it up?” Uh ha, I nodded. Okay well, then let us get that pretty little butt of yours into my parlor while I lock up for the night. Lead into the studio Brick too us to an old-fashioned gynecologist examining table which he remarked I got this for a steal when I was outfitting the shop. Then he bade me sit on it. Then after producing a sheet of paper from his workstation he then showed I and Daddy the tramp stamp he intended to put on me. It was a pretty cursive script that said Sissy Girl with a heart over the letter I’s.

When I took off my shorts, and panties then hopped on the table Brick to some time to admire my bottom grabbing and caressing my cheeks and touching my caged clitty, then he poked the base of my butt plug laughing as he tormented me, Then he said he got to work preparing the small of my back with the pattern.

 “After this tattoos are done I’m gonna give you enough dick for a week.” Brick said then turned on his tattoo machine which causing me to tense up but then Daddy held my hand and Brick rubbed bottom relax Lola. While I will not say the tattoo did not sting the buzz of the machine was more annoying than the pain it caused no more pain than a mild sunburn after he was done.

Then after showing me and Daddy the tattoo Brick sprayed the tattoo with a numbing agent that stung like a mother fucker at first but left the tattoo numb and baby talked me saying “Now you can concentrate on something other than the stingy.” as he continued his work covering the tattoo with an ointment and plastic wrap then finally a square of gauze to pad my back.

When Brick told me, he was gonna give me enough dick for a week I was expecting him to be kind of big but Oh My God was fucking huge. When Brick took his pants off and reveled his 14-inch ramrod I suddenly understood why Daddy put the large but plug in my ass. Though fully erect Bricks dick was so heavy it hung to the ground. It was such a beautiful hunk of meat and required my attention. Though it was not as thick as the butt plug Bricks cock was thick enough to cause my jaws to cramp as I knelt before him sucking and trying to not gag on his meat as it went down my throat. With his cock down my throat my mouth began to produce saliva that slick Bricks cock and dribble from my chin which Daddy was catching on his go pro.

Not wanting to just cum in my mouth Brick put me up on the exam table the lifted the back and put my feet in the stirrups exposing my tushy. Brick then began working my but plug saying “You’re a little cutie pie, I used to fuck little cutie pie faggots like you in the joint.” then asking

 “Do you want your boy pussy fucked little sissy faggot…” I would normally get mad at being called faggot, but Brick was really turning me on with his rough treatment. Noticing the precum oozing through the slit in my chastity cage Brick continued. “Ooh look at your little clitty dribble I think it’s time then he pulled my but plug.” Then called Daddy “Hey get this on camera see your sissy s hole is gaping.” 

To which Daddy replied, “Then stuff it.” as he moved to capture it on video

Brick laughed a bit the after lubing he pressed his beast against my boy pussy and began to slide in gently pulling back then progressing further up my ass until he had it in all the way. I loved the full feeling Brick was giving me and rather than wait I pushed back to get more. Stuffed Bricks cock constantly rub my prostate and felt so good my vision blurred from the pleasure. Brick was relentless with his dick in and out like a slow but steady piston he drove it in taunting me calling me cutie pie and taunting me with questions and demands. 

“Do you like my dick sissy? Come on tell me or I’m gonna stop.” I could not help it I started to moan and grind, yet I somehow held on for Daddy. Trying to make me cum Brick pounded my little ass harder eventually losing control growling he started bucking wildly filling me. Panting Brick said Goddamn that’s good boy pussy gimme the camera so I can record you now which Daddy did.

Taking his rightful place Daddy plugged my dirty hole asking. “Who loves ya baby?” “You do Daddy I replied.” And with that Daddy started fucking my loose hole. Having him in me felt so nice telling I me I was his girl and never forget it then loosed his cum in my hole. Not finished with me Daddy remove my chastity cage then began licking my soft little boi clitty and sucking it until it became stiff and I came in his mouth crying out “OOOH DADDY I’M CUMMING!” as he sucked me till I was drained.

I hope I helped you cum.

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I hope I helped you cum.

Mikal

XOXO

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We spent a full week in Israel, touring the many sites of the beautiful country. The day after I had sucked Nir’s cock, he was casual with me, but the message was clear: no more. I am sure guilt took over him, and perhaps it was a mistake for him to blow his load down the throat of a tourist in his group. He was only with us one more day afterwards, before we moved on to a different location and a different guide, and I was glad to be rid of the awkwardness of the situation.

After that week we headed out of Israel and flew into Istanbul, Turkey to regroup with our previous tour members who had divided off to the Greek Isles. The now larger group shared tales of the sites we had each seen, reliving some fun moments including our accosting in Egypt by perverts when our Arab guard came to our rescue and our wild night in Israel. I smiled to myself as we talked, remembering how Seth fucked me in front of that pervert and how I had blown our Israeli guide in the stairwell, but of course I was keeping all my sexual adventures in Egypt and Israel to myself. Israel was nothing like Egypt, and I was afraid that my Arab guard Seth had cast a spell on me as I still felt I belonged to him after four nights straight. Nir was simply a need at that time. I was still looking for another.

Our third day in Turkey we had the option to participate in an authentic “Hamam” or Turkish Bath. I had never heard of it and got swept up in the talk. Only a handful of the group ended up wanting to try it, me included, so the five of us hopped in a cab and took off for the appointment our guide had arranged. I figured why the hell not! There were three women and two guys total, my male counterpart one of the skinny Australian guys that was a couple years older than me.

As we arrived at the Bath we were separated by gender, the “Men” to the one side while our fellow female tour members were pointed in the other direction. The front entrance interior was huge, in a three-story open hotel looking square. I could see hallways and closed wooden slatted doors along the second and third stories along a long balcony hallway. Our guide had booked us in for a “traditional” massage, and I was greeted by a big Turkish man at the desk. He handed me a folded red checkered towel that felt like stiff carboard, a key on an elastic ring, and told me to follow him. We went up to the second level to a door marked “203” and he held out his hand, pointing to the key he gave me. I gave it to him, and he opened the door for me and pointed at the small room. In it was a flat table and a small wooden type box. 

He pointed to the folded towel. “You put this on.” He mimed around his waist. “Everything off. Then lock. This,” he pointed to the key on the ring, “put on here.” He pointed to his wrist. “Then go down to there,” he pointed at the large open hallway leading to the back of the place, “and man will meet you.” He smiled and left me to disrobe.

I stepped into the small cubicle type room, barely able to move around the table in the middle in order to close the door. I stripped down to my underwear, took the folded towel and opened it up. It was stiff, hard, and felt weird. The attendant had told us that it would soften in the water. I slid my underwear off and stood momentarily naked in the room, feeling quite exposed and slightly excited by this new experience. I wrapped the stiff rough towel around my waist. It felt like one of my sheets after a night of nocturnal emissions in the morning! I held it at my waist as I exited, closed and relocked the door and slid the key band around my wrist.

I headed down the stairs and caught myself in the reflection of the mirror at the front as I moved towards the meeting room. I looked pretty good in this towel, my tan still going strong and my pecs firm and solid. The towel was very short, like to my mid thighs so it showed off my defined legs, muscles flexed and taunting those who were looking. My bare feet padded across the rugged hallway as I stepped towards the room. 

There were four or five Turkish men waiting in this area, sort of sitting in a line waiting for their next customer. The first one in line stood up as I entered as if on cue, a smaller wiry looking dark-skinned man with a full beard. But the two men behind him also stood up as I stood there in their view. The third man, a big powerful looking one, pushed the second one out of the way and placed a big hairy hand on the first and said something to him in Turkish. He pushed that man back down and made his way through his colleagues towards me. He was wearing only a towel, and my heart stopped.

He was huge, outsizing the other masseurs by half a foot, standing well over 6 feet tall. He looked older, in his 40s, maybe nearing 50. But fuck was he big and built. Muscles everywhere, with that overall general solid look of a man who used to be cut and defined but was now big and beefy and manly. He had very dark hair that was thinning on top, a matching dark beard and mustache that was pointed at his chin. His nose was strong looking, wide and prominent in the middle of his face. He looked like a beast, and had a mean sort of resting look, his eyebrows thick and directly over his eyes making it seem he was frowning. He was the kind of brute you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley anywhere in the world. But he was striking, not just because of his size but because of his manly features. And his body…WELL.

His barrel chest was lightly covered in dark hair. His small round nipples could be seen clearly as the entire mountain of his pecs looked like a soft carpet. That same hair trailed down across his flat but slightly round stomach in a small rectangular patch and covered the lower portion of his arms from his elbow to his wrist. His body was wet, either from sweat or water, making his hair cling to his entire body, outlining every curve of every muscle on him. My eyes noted that v-muscle at his waist still apparent under his rounding solid stomach as his towel hung tight around his waist. His towel was short like mine, only a plain beige, displaying a thick pair of quads and the same wet hairy look traveled down his sculpted calves and big wide sandaled feet. The towel wasn’t stiff and hanging straight down like mine, but wet, and hugged his entire frame. I could see the line of his waist, the muscles in his upper legs, and the clear outline of a cut cock. This man was a powerhouse. I was going to get a massage from this monster. I was suddenly very interested in this first-time experience.

He came up to me and grinned, then looked back at the other masseurs who were now standing looking at me, or at him, and said something again to them in Turkish. His voice was a deep baritone. Or at least it sounded that way as it reverberated off the walls in this first room. 

He put that giant hand on my shoulder lightly and pointed, “Here,” and led me through a marbled multi sectioned shower type room to a vast open space ahead. As soon as we stepped into the large wide-open marbled area, the heat hit me like a blast. I think I started sweating immediately. He pointed to the immense round slab of marble in the middle where a few other customers were already laying down, and patted my back as if to say, “Good luck.” 

This was the “hot room” as was explained to us at the door, like a sauna to relax and open your pores and loosen up. I walked in, staring up at the giant domed Turkish architecture that encased this place. It was completely covered in marble: the floors, the walls, the giant round slab in the middle. I noticed several little shower spots or basins along the sides with buckets beside them. I crept towards the center of the room and took a spot on the marble bed in the middle of the room. Laying on my back I looked up at the domed ceiling, taking in this giant orgy-feeling atmosphere. I cranked my head up to look at the others in the room. There were only three other guys, mostly tourists, laying on the slab. Two of them had Turks washing and scrubbing them as they laid there. I watched as one was getting doused with a bucket of water, while the other was in the middle of what looked like a rough massage. The third guy was my fellow tour group member, all pale looking compared to my tanned body. He must have just come in before me.

I laid back again, listening to the sounds of the water pouring, grunts coming from either the masseurs or the guys getting massaged. I closed my eyes and relaxed.

I guessed I was there fifteen minutes when I felt a hand nudge my shoulder. My eyes opened to see the colossal Turkish man once again. Fuck he was big and powerful looking. I thought to myself as I started to sit up, but his massive hand went to my chest to push me back as he shook his head. His big hand on my skin felt good, and he didn’t move it as I lowered myself back down. He held it there, his fingers heavy on me, twitching slightly as he smiled down at me. His dark skin looked even darker against all the white marble.

And then the first bucket of water washed over me. It felt like a wave rushing over me, and I was momentarily stunned. I gasped at the feeling of coolness from the heat, only long enough to feel another douse of water splash down on me, and then a third until I was completely soaking wet. My man’s big hands were on me, pushing me down onto my back again as he started to knead those strong fingers into my shoulder.

I looked up and he was watching me with his dark eyes, smiling as he started to massage me. I had to shut my eyes as I was already getting turned on with him looking at me, and feeling his hands moving down my body. He was strong. I’ve had deep-tissue massages before, but this was deeper! His fingers were digging into me that causing a mixture of pain and pleasure. The first wrench into a muscle would elicit a gasp of sound from me as the pain hit, but the second pressure would feel better. But man, those hands were powerful and were kneading me like a pound of dough on a counter.

He worked all the way down, poking and massaging into me in every inch of my upper torso, before moving down one leg all the way to my foot, then over to the other. He moved back up to my shoulders and started there again, digging those fingers into me causing me to breath loud. I opened my eyes to see him watching my face again. When he saw me open my eyes, he smiled at me wide, and raised his eyebrows. I smiled back as he moved his hand down my shoulder and to my bicep.

It was then that his grip softened, and I felt him caress my bicep lightly, moving around it a couple of times. I turned my head towards him with my eyes on his, and he smiled at me again, and licked his lips. Then his thumb found my triceps and he dug into it, causing me to stiffen on the marble slab in pain. His other hand came to my chest and held me down as his fingers and thumb worked over my triceps, digging into that muscle more before moving down to my forearm, where the process was repeated.

He did the same thing to my other arm and I thought I was going to leap off the slab as his thumb hit that spot in my arm again. His hand came to my chest again, and I felt his index finger land on my nipple. As he dug into my bicep and triceps with one hand, his finger on my chest started rubbing my nip. I opened my eyes and saw him starting at me again, that smile on his face. I looked at him, taking his rugged face in. Fuck he is hot, I thought to myself. Was I imagining this, or was this guy enjoying my body a little too much? 

He finished my arm and stepped back, making a motion for me to flip over. I did and immediately was doused with another bucket of water to moisten my back. My towel was now painted on my body, showing off the curve of my ass quite nicely, which, as I discovered when I turned my head backwards to look at my enormous Turk, he was looking at smiling. He grabbed another bucket of water and this time poured it slowly down my back, pausing to rub the water into me, especially on my ass. Then he slapped my ass and grunted. He put the bucket down and climbed onto the slab, his knees now on either side of my waist, and started those powerful hands on my shoulders and neck.

Again, the intensity was unbelievable as I steadied myself from wriggling free of his vice grip. I had a feeling my muscles would be sore for days after this massage. He worked his way down my back, and the feeling finally relaxed me as he worked his magic with his fingers.

His touch lightened a bit as he moved to my ass, as if he was enjoying the experience more than I was. He was rough at the top of my ass, but as he moved down the sides, massaging into my glutes, he became less rough, and gentler, spending what seemed like an awful long time on my covered cheeks. I couldn’t see him as I was laying face down on the slab, but I tried a couple times to look back to see what this muscle man was doing. Each time, his eyes were now fixated on the body part he was working on.

When he finally made his way down my ass to my thighs, his hands had a sudden passion to them, and I started to relax into the sensations. I closed my eyes and allowed this hulking man to roam over me, feeling his strong hands and thick fingers working over me. His touch became lightning to me, and I started to let myself ease into the feeling of him touching me. Until he hit my calves. 

He dug into my calves like he did before on my triceps, and I arched upwards. I heard him chuckle as he continued his assault on my legs. It brought me out of my state of arousal into one of pain briefly. This was the most intense deep massage I would ever experience! And yet, almost as soon as it took my breath away, his fingers were massaging into me with such gentleness that I came right back down from my shock and surprise and relaxed again into that state of pleasure. 

When he finished the tour of my body, more water. He helped me sit up by taking my hand in his and pulling me up. It felt weird the way he simply took my hand and held it, then gently pulled me up looking into my eyes the entire time with that sexy smile. I wish he spoke English! He had me sitting up on the edge of the marble and this time he began gently pouring the water over my head and washing it down over my body with his other hand. After his touch, and now this erotic display of bathing, I was getting hard at this feeling, as that mighty hand of his worked the water over each muscle gently, almost lovingly. I watched him move as he did this, caressing down over my legs, my abs, my arms. His muscles were bulging, flexing as he worked, like a man who worked out heavily at the gym while also maintaining a manual labor type job. I put my hand over my crotch, trying to stop it from growing.

He pushed me back down again lightly and held up what looked like a small towel. He wet it and started to rub it on me. This was the exfoliation portion of the massage. Sandpapering my skin was more like it! Without mercy, he started scrubbing my front roughly from top to bottom to rid my body of dead skin. It felt more like he was stripping the first layer of skin off it was so rough! I gritted my teeth as the rough sensation moved through me.

He stood up again in front of me and held out his hand. I took it in mine, feeling how thick and meaty it was as he lifted me up and pointed for me to lay back down on my stomach. Then he started stripping my back with the sandpaper towel. I closed my eyes tight as this process continued, praying for it to be over soon. And when it was, a bucket of water splashed over me, with his big hands rubbing my back gently, smoothing the water over me and washing me clean. I turned over and he did the same, rubbing his hands all over my chest and abs with the water.

And then there was no more water, but his hands were still lightly rubbing my chest. Softly, stroking me. I felt my cock twitching again as it woke up after the pain of exfoliation. I opened my eyes to see my beast of a man watching me, smiling. He didn’t stop.

I smiled and closed my eyes again with a wicked grin, feeling his hands moving lightly over my pecs, moving slowly down my abs, and then, ever so slightly, rubbed over my crotch and down my legs, only to come back up again to repeat the process. My cock responded and was at half mast, I’m sure creating quite the bulge. He turned his hands over and let the back of his fingers now move up and down my front in a seductive manner, sliding up the sides of my hips and making my cock jerk as he hit a soft spot on me by my waist. I heard him chuckle again and I opened my eyes. 

He held out his hand and I placed mine in it once again, but this time he closed it tightly and pulled me slowly up, not letting go of it, but walking me towards the side of the room to one of the small shower stall looking places. There was a small stool inside the stall, and he pointed at it with his free hand for me to sit. Once I sat, he let go of my hand and picked up the bucket of water and poured it over my head slowly. This water was cooler, and immediately I relaxed and enjoyed the cooling sensation. He wiped the water from my forehead gently, and when I opened my eyes, he was looking into them, bent down in a squat in front of me. He smiled and held his hand out again. 

Like a dad walking his boy through a crowd, he led me to another room, much cooler than the one I was just in. He pointed to a bench and I sat as he continued out of the room. This was the “cooling room” and I knew this was the spot to catch your breath and cool down as the massage was over. I watched the big Turk walk out. I got a view of his broad back, wide and muscular. His hard, round ass looked so fucking tasty under his towel as moved away. At the doorway though, he stopped and turned, and raised a finger to me as if to say, “wait here.” There were already two other guys in this room with me, both laying back with their eyes closed, so I did the same, with a slight smile on my face at having just been “bathed” by such a magnificent looking man. 

One by one, these guys were taken out by their masseuses, who would come to the doorway and signal for them to follow. They got up and followed them out of the room. I was the last one in there when my enormous man returned. He walked right in though, right up to me, and held out his hand once again. I took it again, and he walked me through the door and towards the stairs, holding my hand the entire time. I looked at his huge hand covering mine, his thick forearms large as I was pulled gently along behind him. I could see his calves working as we walked as he led me up the stairs to the second floor and to my room. We stood outside room “203” and he pointed at my wrist and then held his hand open, palm up.

I slid off the band with the key on it from my wrist and placed it in his hand like I had done earlier for the older Turk when he originally showed me to my room. He smiled once again with a sort of different look to his eyes and took the key and unlocked my door for me, pushing the door open and holding it open for me. I stepped by him, breathing in as I brushed slightly against his big hard body, and then turned to see him following me inside and closing the door behind him.

We were alone in my room. 

There wasn’t much room between us, with the table beside us, so I stood there staring at him. I didn’t’ remember this part of the orientation. I figured it was done when I got to the cooling room, but I guess a walk to the room was the last step. I figured he was waiting for a tip and I needed to give him money. 

I turned to my clothes on the table and dug out some paper bills and held them out to him. He looked down at the money and then back up to me. His eyes were on mine, and then I saw them drop, moving down my body, and then slowly back up again. He raised an eyebrow at me and looked at me. My heart was beating fast and hard. He took the money slowly and then pointed to the towel I was wearing. 

I looked down at it, then back up at him.

He smiled wider and put his hands on his own towel and motioned like he was going to take it off. Then he pointed back at me. 

He wanted me to take off my towel.  Now this I remembered, telling us that we were always to keep our towel wrapped around us to cover ourselves. But here I was, in a small cubicle with a muscled hot Turkish man, asking me to open it.

I took it off in one pull, and let it fall to the ground.

His eyes were on my cock immediately. He stood there, looking at my semi-hard cock, smooth shaved under the towel. He smiled and our eyes met again. He pointed to the table as he tucked the bills into the towel around his waist. 

I moved to it, kneeling up on it to lay down. I guessed the massage wasn’t over after all, or else he confused my tip as payment to continue. I felt his hands on my shoulders, guiding me down onto the table onto my stomach. There was no space or hole for my face, so I brought my arms up and laid my head down on my folded hands as I felt his hands slide lightly down my back, his thick fingers lightly touching my skin.

He moved around to the side of the table away from the door as his hand remained on my lower back. And then he started to massage my lower back, just above my bare ass.

“Yes?” His deep voice startled me as he started to move those meaty hands onto the top of my butt, massaging deep.

I groaned out a “Yes” as he continued to work his hands on me. I closed my eyes as he moved farther, really digging into my glutes on each side. I could feel my cock hardening underneath me as he focused his attention on my ass.

He spread my legs open as he worked on one cheek, his hands expertly gliding over my round jock ass, his fingers moving to the upper portion of my thigh. And then he was in between my legs, and his thick fingers were teasing near my hole. 

I gasped as he worked his way up in between my cheeks, and then back down again, now kneading my ass and letting his fingers move closer and closer back to my tight pink hole. When his finger found it, I inhaled deeply, and he paused there. Then a different massage began. 

He moved around to the front of my table, leaning over me as a second finger began working on my hole, circling it, rubbing it, and gently pushing in. One finger left for a brief second, only to return wet. As that finger invaded me slightly, I lifted my head in a gulp and opened my eyes. 

He had removed his towel and I was face to face with his bare cock.

My eyes were focused on the manly sight in front of me. His thick cock was already half hard, moving upwards to point at me as it grew. It was thick and meaty like the rest of him, about 6 inches already and cut. He had the same light dusting of dark hair around his cock, his upper thighs heavily muscled which only amplified the glory of his meat hanging between his legs. And then he took a step towards me, leaning over me more as his finger dug into my ass.

I opened my mouth as his cock moved towards my lips and he guided it in. I took in the big helmet head of his dick, clamping down on it to taste him as his finger moved into me to the knuckle. I grabbed the sides of the table as he pushed that fat finger in deeper along with his cock. I opened my throat as his cock hardened, and I heard him draw in a deep breath. As he pulled his finger back, I felt another finger join in as his two fingers pressed forward into me, causing me to lean up on my elbows and let his cock fall out of my mouth as I gasped loudly.

I looked at his hard cock hanging in front of me now. It was a very thick one and looking slightly bigger than my own 8 inches. I leaned over on one elbow and grabbed that meat with one hand and shoved it back in my mouth, determined to take it all. I pushed forward to his pubes, taking that whole cock down my throat and making him moan as he plunged two fingers into my tight hole. His free hand grabbed the back of my head and held me on his cock, slowly grinding it into my mouth as his two digits stretched me open. 

“Yes?” he moaned at me again.

I mumbled a “Yes” with his cock still in my mouth as I hungrily sucked on him. He pulled back from my lips, and his fingers slid out of my ass as he moved around the table behind me. He grabbed my legs and slid me down the table to the end, pushing my legs open and spreading me before him. I turned slightly to look behind me. He looked like a Turkish god standing between my legs, his chest puffed out proudly displaying his muscles as he licked his hand and rubbed his own spit on his cock before moving up to my opened ass and guided his own cock forward. 

I felt the head press against me, and his slicked cock head popped in easily. I let out a loud groan as he inserted it, as I raised my hips a bit and pushed slightly backwards on him, taking another couple of inches of his thick shaft into me. I clutched the sides of the table and lowered my head as his huge hands slid lightly up to my waist as he slowly inched more of his tool into me. I heard him moaning as he pushed forward, sliding his raw cock into me until I felt his lower abs pressed hard against my ass.

He was all the way and I could FEEL his cock throbbing inside me.

He held me there for a few moments as I adjusted to his giant cock. I shuddered as that big hand of his moved around my waist to find my own hard cock and it wrapped around me. He moved slightly, adjusting his stance as he slowly started to stroke my cock. I was already releasing a stream of precum which he felt in his hand, causing him to groan out. He released my cock and backed his own cock straight out of me. I turned to see him massaging my own precum onto his cock just in time before he pushed it back into me, causing me to grunt. And then he leaned over me so I could feel his hard, muscled chest on top of my back and his hand found my cock again to stroke me as he started to slowly fuck me.

I arched my back, pushing upwards to feel his body over me, letting that sensation of another man’s naked flesh touching mine as he pumped into me a little faster now. I could feel his beard on my shoulders and neck as he started to kiss me all over as he fucked me, causing me to arch more and turn my head towards him.

His mouth moved to mine and he gently touched his lips on me. His beard tickled my nose as his lips opened and I felt his tongue pushing into me. I welcomed it in, opening my lips and kissing this man as he inched forward. Our bodies were now connected, his mouth on mine, his arms wrapping around me as he held me and stroked me. He moved one hand to my head to hold me in order to kiss me, but now he was doing so with more passion and intensity as we relaxed into it.

He pulled off me suddenly and stood back up. His hands moved to my hips and he started to fuck me hard, pounding that cock into me deep and with force. I grunted at each rough thrust, stretching out and down onto the table to take it. He hammered me hard that way, as I grunted and tried not to make too much noise. 

And then he pulled straight out, grabbed my ankles, and flipped me over effortlessly onto the table and rammed his cock back into me. Holding my ankles up and out he looked down at me looking up at him and fucked me harder. A grin came across his face as he looked at me, holding me there at his mercy. I noticed the sweat across his big pecs, the glean of droplets on his forehead as he pumped powerfully into me. I couldn’t help but smile back at him, taking in his masculine frame and sheer sexual energy as he punched my insides.

He pushed my legs wide and bent over me, leaning down to shove his tongue into my mouth once again and kissed me hard, groaning as he did. He grabbed my head with both hands, holding me as he fucked me brutally while kissing me with such ferocity, I thought he would eat me right up.

He was strong, holding me firmly, as he fucked me, the sounds of his body slamming into me matching our own moans vibrating around the room. He broke our kiss but continued his battering in my ass while he looked at me, his eyes staring hard into mine. He nodded to me, as if to say, “feels so fucking good,” with that grin of his. With his pointed beard, he could be the devil himself ready to claim me.

I responded by opening my legs wider holding them open with my hands and nodding back.

I braced myself, taking in his form: his muscled chest, his beard, his dark skin. I felt like Seth was back, to fuck me again. He continued to stare at me, fucking me with quick, relentless thrusts. I groaned with each one, as did he while the sound echoed around the room. He fucked me like that for a while, until he pulled me into him tight and stepped back, lifting me off the table and into the air, his lips clamping onto mine again to kiss me hard.

He fucked me standing up. Lifting me up and down on his giant cock. I was holding on to him firmly, remembering this exact position Seth fucked me in my own hotel room in Egypt. And I was overwhelmed with that memory, and then I really got into it. 

I leaned back from him, hanging on to him by his neck and started riding his cock as he held me up. I tried not to make any loud sounds, but I was lost. As moans and groans came out of me, one of his meaty hands clamped over my mouth as the other held me easily as he fucked me hard. He didn’t want anyone to hear us, but he was smiling. Wide. And loving this as he continued to fuck me rigorously.

I was gyrating on his cock, feeling like I couldn’t get enough of it. There is nothing sexier than a big muscled man picking you up and showing off his power by fucking you standing up. He let go of my mouth so he could put both hands on my ass and assisted me moving up and down his dick. It was like I was being impaled on a giant steel rod, sliding up and down my ass as the slapping sounds continued to fill the room. He pulled me back up into him, wanting to kiss me more. Fiercely. Intensely.

Then I was back on the table, roughly placed down, his cock still speared in me. He stood there above me, threw my legs onto his solid shoulders, grabbed my waist and pulled me into him tighter again and again to fuck me even rougher. His eyes were on mine as he punched my gut with his cock. I was feeling every inch of him I could as I lay there, studying him as the sound of my ass smacking against his body filled the room once again.

When he started groaning and picked up speed, I grabbed my cock. I wanted to cum together. I watched his face, studying his expression, feeling this cock drilling my ass, trying to time it perfectly. His eyebrows furrowed and he started grunting like an animal, and his grip tightened on me, pulling me into him with more force and intensity. I jerked my cock hard, ready to blow when he did.

And then his mouth fell open as he started to say something in Turkish, and I couldn’t hold out any longer. I grabbed his waist as the first shot flew out of me and I bucked wildly under him. He grunted loud and then slammed into me hard, flooding me with his own sperm as mine continued to be shot out of me with each thrust from him. He held his cock deep in me as his large hands rested on my pecs. My hands moved up to feel his hard pecs and he bent down over me to bring his lips to mine. I opened to welcome his fat tongue into my mouth in a sensual kiss. He groaned as we kissed, his cock still inside me throbbing and pulsing. My hands moved to his wide back, feeling the muscles on him as I kissed this beast. His cock wasn’t going down, feeling still massive inside me. 

He pulled away from our kiss, his eyes on mine as he stood up straight. Then his hands were on my chest, moving down my stomach, grabbing my deflated cock and starting to massage it. He slowly backed his cock out of me, sliding out slowly, causing me to groan as he slipped out. He backed up toward the door and put his hands together in a sort of thank you. He bent down to pick up his towel and the bills I had given him earlier.

He smiled at me sweetly, then took my head in his hands and kissed me again. “Come back.” His voice was deep, gravelly. “Thank you.” He lifted the money and smiled again and opened the door and walked out. 

I laid there for a moment, catching my breath, listening to the sounds of him leaving and walking away as his cum dripped from my hole and my own cum ran down the sides of my chest. I raised my arm up over my forehead as I smiled. Once again, I had found a beast that could power fuck me deep. This was just what I needed.

I sat up on the table, grabbing my towel from the floor, wiping my head, my body, my ass. I let out a huge sigh.

That was the best massage ever.

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As the day went on, I thought more and more about what had happened. I had enjoyed having Jim’s cock in my mouth even more than I imagined. I had even enjoyed him popping his load in my mouth although I had thought it would be gross. There was something about pleasing this hot masculine man, and feeling him fire his load was amazing.

That didn’t even touch what he had done to me…

The head he had given me was the most amazing thing in my life, having my cock totally buried in his throat was amazing, him licking my butthole and tonguing it was even better, but when he took my cock in his throat and slid a finger into my hole, I had popped off like a teenager!

Except for wondering if I was now gay, I couldn’t find a downside to the event. I kept thinking why this, why now, I had been totally straight all of my life, up until a few months ago, I had never thought about men in any way except for sports, buddies, and work out partners. Yet I had a dream that night and in it, Jim had pulled his finger out of my butt and slid his thick cock in! I woke up panting, and I was hard as a post and leaking like crazy. I had to get out of bed to shake that one! I had never thought about getting fucked before in my life!

During the waking hours I was thinking about him licking and fingering my butt again, and wondering if I could ever bring myself to do that to him if that’s what he wanted, but the thought of actually getting fucked never crossed my mind.

I finally calmed down and got back to sleep. I had erotic dreams all night, but they were pleasant and I woke up totally boned again. I was having my coffee and my phone signaled a text. It was from Jim. He asked how I was and how I felt about yesterday.

I told him I was horny and it was amazing. He said he was free tomorrow morning and would like to stop by again. Without thinking I text back, “Wish you were here right now!”

He didn’t text back and I took my coffee out on the patio and almost sat down when I heard a message hit my phone. I literally ran to grab it! The message said, “The wife left for church and will be gone several hours, I can come over in about 30 minutes and have lots of time, maybe cum twice!”

My hands were shaking as I text him back that I needed a shower, the door would be open to just slip in. He text back and said, “c u soon, let’s make it 20 mins!”

I almost ran to the shower! I shaved, took a dump, and jumped in. I washed like I had never washed before to get ready for this hot man! I was bent over toweling off when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. He was here! I was I drying my feet and Jim was standing at the door, rubbing his big cock through his shorts watching me.

“Pretty hot sight there, stud!”

I was embarrassed and excited! He came up behind me as I stood up. I could see our reflection in the mirror as his body came against mine and I could feel his hard cock against me. I swallowed hard and he peeled off his shirt. His thick muscled hairy chest and belly were against me. This man excites me!

Jim reached around and took the towel from me and placed it on the sink counter in front of me. He slid his shorts down to his knees and this time when he came against me, it was bare skin, hard cock, and man hair with no space between us.

His big thick cock was pressed against my butt and that scared and excited me more than I like to admit. Jim put his arms around me as he slid his cock up and down my butt crack and ran his hands over my tight chest and belly. I found myself panting as I said, “You know I don’t want to get fucked!” Jim didn’t say anything he just smiled at me in the mirror.

I guessed part of it was the warm water from the shower, but the heat our bodies were generating being against each other was raising a sweat and his hairy chest and belly started to feel damp and slick against me. I realized that his cock was leaking heavily when it easily slid up and down the crack of my virgin ass!

Jim groaned into my ear, “I’d love your hot ass Mike, smooth cheeks, and hairy crack, it’s so manly and hot!”

He continued sliding up and down my crack, then he moved back a bit and when he pushed forward his thick, wet cock head slid across my hole! That made me shiver, then he aimed it down and it went across my hairy taint right up between my balls that were hanging low from the shower and pushed them forward until they hugged the underside of my throbbing cock!

After a few strokes, he moved back far enough that on his next thrust his cock went up the crack of my ass again and slid across my quivering hole, just as his lips came into contact with the side of my neck right at the base of my skull! It made me moan…

I knew I had to say it again, I could feel where this was going, and I said, “I really don’t want to get fucked Jim!”

He snickered and said, “Relax into this Mike, nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen, but just realize we are two, hot horny men and anything is possible if you let it, just relax!”

With that, he moved back again, and his cock again slid across my hole making me moan as his mouth made love to my neck, and his cock came up against the back of my ball sack pushing them forward and up against my cock, which leaked more than it had before.

He started moving about five strokes across my taint and hitting my balls, then he would move back so that when he pushed forward his cock went up my crack. The feeling was amazing, but nothing was more amazing than when it slid across my butthole!

This went on for a while and I found myself sweating and panting, Jim was hissing and almost growling. The best part was always as his cock slid across my hole, it would make me moan.

Once I realized that the thick blunt head of his cock was so much larger than my hole and wouldn’t slip in, I lost my fear and was moving my ass back against him. This felt so amazing and wanton, it turned me on even more.

So I finally allowed (caused) Jim’s cock head to press directly against my hole and the pleasure was even more amazing. He kind of humped against me a bit and I almost passed out it felt so amazing.

“Do you want to suck my cock now?”

“Yeah!”

“Let’s go to your bed, I can lick your butt while you suck my cock!”

We were in there in a flash and it didn’t take a second for me to understand what position he was talking about. With me, on top and him on the bottom, I went for his cock. It was as if I couldn’t wait to feel him in my mouth. And when his lips and tongue slid up and down my already wet and slick crack, we were both very happy.

I heard myself take in a huge breath and then moan as Jim slid his lips down my cock and slid a finger into my butt, I think it made me take his cock a little deeper because he moaned too!

Jim was licking from my hairy balls to the tip of my leaking cock and his cock was leaking an amazing about of juice too! Jim slid off my cock and went back to licking the entire crack of my butt getting it really wet and slick, I did notice that now that he had fingered me, his tongue was able to actually peak into my hole!

“Mike, why don’t you spin around and rub your ass against my cock, it feels really great for both of us, I think you’d enjoy this position better, it puts you in the driver’s seat!”

I thought what the hell and spun around. I slid down Jim’s hot hairy body and my crack found his cock. I pushed back against it and it was hard as steel and easily slid past my hole and up my crack. We both moaned.

I was above Jim and working my ass back and forth and up and down. It felt amazing and his cock going over my hole was even better! This position brought us face to face and I felt turned on and a little scared staring right into Jim’s eyes at this close range, but I kept moving my ass and we both enjoyed the friction.

I looked over to the side and saw our reflection in the mirror and it was a huge turn on to see two naked men on my bed enjoying each other’s bodies. I was kind of mesmerized at the image and tilted my ass a bit and Jim’s thick cock came right up against my hole. For the first time, I didn’t pull away, I was so turned on I actually pushed against him. The feeling was amazing!

I turned my head back toward Jim and moaned, I don’t know if it was the look on my face, the moan, or the fact that his cock was against my hole, but Jim grabbed my face and pulled me to him for a kiss!

I was a bit shocked at that, like many things I’d done in the last 24 hours I had never been interested in kissing a man. I pulled back and at the same instant, the thick knob of Jim’s cock penetrated my hole! That was a shock!

I couldn’t be mad I had caused it myself. It didn’t hurt but it was a shock and I jumped forward which brought our mouths together again.

This time we shared a passionate kiss and I felt the head of his cock nudging at my hole again. “I know you think that you don’t want to get fucked, but I think your hole does, press back a bit and see how it feels, it will just get better and better…and anything you do for me I will do for you too!”

That statement turned me on immensely. The thought of my cock sliding into Jim’s big hairy muscle butt added some more fuel to the fire!

I did as he said and pressed my butt back against his cock some, and again it felt amazing. We went back to our hot kissing and I slowly pressed against his cock again and again. It was leaking like crazy and I felt my tight virgin hole get slicker and slicker and kind of come to life.

I felt like if I just pushed back a bit harder then his cock would pop into my hole again, obviously, my hole wanted it, but my brain hadn’t come to terms with having a cock inside of my hole.

Jim smiled at me and said, “Mike, I think you want this and don’t even know it, but I think if you take a couple of deep breaths and try to relax, then just slowly push back a bit while you’re exhaling, my cock will just slide into you and we’ll both enjoy the hell out of it.”

I was thinking “no” to myself and even kind of shook my head no. But after that thought was planted in my head, the body seemed to take over. I felt my butt moving against him. I did as he said, and took a long slow deep breath and exhaled, then another and while slowly exhaling I also slowly pushed back against his thick cock. This was all so foreign to me, and also so exciting!

Jim smiled at me as I felt my virgin hole being slightly stretched. I eased off and felt slick warm fluid on my hole, hell it was running down the back of my balls! I kissed him, backed off, and with another deep breath pushed again against his cock, and my ass stretched open wider! Still no pain, but was an intense stretching.

“Fuck Mike, that feels amazing! Just do what feels good to you, it’s all good, I haven’t done anything like this since I was in college!”

“It feels really good, but Jim I can’t imagine something as big as your cock actually going all the way into my hole, I just don’t think it could fit!”

“You’d be surprised Mike, with patience and desire, something a lot larger could go in, just do what feels good for you, it is actually almost inside of you right now!”

I couldn’t imagine that being true, I could barely fit my mouth around it! We went back to kissing and I slowly moved a bit forward and a bit back, it just felt more and more amazing! I finally moved my mouth away from Jim’s and took another deep breath, then pushed back just a bit more and I almost hollered when I felt his thick cock just slither into my hole!

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Not everywhere you go in life is memorable. In fact, most of life’s little stops are pretty forgettable unless something out of the ordinary happens. Then it becomes an unforgettable experience and hopefully one you enjoyed. My trip to the dry cleaners was definitely that!

Davis St. Cleaners has been cleaning my shirts for several years. They do a nice job. Right amount of starch and folded properly as I prefer having my button-down shirts returned to me in a box. Easier, I find, to put them in a drawer then to take up space in my mini closet in my tiny bedroom in my shoe box of an apartment. Not complaining, but in town rents are sky high so small living is all I can afford.

Anyway, last Tuesday I went to pick-up my shirts and the store’s owner, O’dell Davis was not there, but his son, Mack was working the counter. Mack is a very healthy male specimen. Six one or two, athletic build, handsome face with deep set brown eyes, a dimpled chin, broad smile and perfectly aligned, white as snow, teeth. I have a thing for really white teeth. I’ve spent mucho denarosover the years trying to get mine bright, bright white, but even when some treatment works it never lasts and I’m back to a lackluster, off-white, smile. But this young man, early twenties maybe, had the real deal.

“Sorry, Mr. Jenner,” he said, “The shirts aren’t done yet.”

Normally that would not have been a problem, but one of them was a black western job that I need for a party I was invited to that night. The ‘Rodeo’ party was a bachelor party for a guy I work with. The party was at a local country western bar. I needed to look the part.

“That’s a problem Mack,” I said, “I really need one of those shirts for tonight.”

“We close at seven. I’ll be sure they’ll be ready by then,” Mack told me.

I guess by the scowl on my face he saw that would not be good enough. My problem was I had promised to stop by my folks’ house and help my dad rehang his sixty-inch TV. He had been repairing it and needed another set of hands to get it back on the wall. I know what your thinking, “Who the hell fixes their own TV?” My father is the original Do-It-Yourselfer. U-tube has made him even more willing to take on tasks he has no clue how to go about accomplishing. He figured out what was broken and for under ten dollars fixed it. Not bad for a guy who ran a shoe store all his life.

“Would you like me to drop your shirts off after we close,” Mack asked?

“Could you? That would be great. It’s not too much trouble,” I asked?

“Nah, It’s right on my way home.”

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About seven-fifteen Mack showed up.

“Thanks for doing this,” I said. Then I told him about the rodeo party, the outfit I planned to wear and why I needed the western shirt.

“I know that bar,” Mack said, “I’ve been there a few times.”

“Really,” I asked, “I’ve never been there. Do you think this will be ok to wear?” I pulled out the western shirt from the pile he had just delivered.

“Well,” he hesitated. “Let me see the rest of the outfit.”

With that we began a complete survey of my wardrobe. He encouraged me to try on different things, mixing shirts with different pants. Soon he was helping me put on and take off various garments. His hands were everywhere. And I do mean EVERYWHERE.

After this went on for some minutes, I found myself standing in my BVD’s and looking at the clock.

“It’s getting late,” I said. “I still gotta’ jump in the shower.” The truth was I was having fun, loved the touching and wished it could go on and maybe even further. That’s why his next offer emboldened me.

“Why don’t you get in the shower and I’ll lay out the right outfit? That’ll save a few minutes and you’ll get to your party on time.”

“Or,” I suggested, looking straight into those beautiful brown lights, “Why don’t you get in the shower with me and I’ll just be late for the party?”

I didn’t wait for an answer. I pulled off my underwear, tossed it over my shoulder aiming, nonchalantly, at him as I turned toward the bathroom and walked into the shower. My guess was right. Within seconds Mack, naked, was standing at the shower waiting for my invitation. The shower, like everything else in my apartment was tight. All the better for sharing.

I reached out, grabbed his neck and pulled him toward me. We immediately had skin-to-skin contact in a whole host of places thanks to the cramped environment. Our arms had nowhere to go other than around each other. Our legs alternated position and our cocks buffed on each other as we fought for space, twisting, turning under the warm spray. Soon our lips found each other’s, and our tongues danced together in emulation of the ballet our feet were performing. Hands touching whatever they could reach without losing the magic of the embrace. Never before and never since do I remember my cock being as hard as it was in that moment. The shower, sadly, didn’t last long as the diminutive hot water heater soon gave up its load and the water turned cold.

Toweling each other off became an unexpected pleasure. Every easy stroke of the cotton soft towel Mack applied intensified my senses. His talented hands slowly traveled from the back of my neck, across my shoulders, down my back, and carefully dried the cave of ecstasy. Following that he moved farther south finally caressing each foot and toe. No one’s ever been so attentive to my feet. I loved it! Gently he turned me around and began moving up my body, lingering to carefully dry my balls with amazing dexterity. Then after paying appropriate attention to my stiffened penis he continued north until we found ourselves kissing passionately. His still wet body was crushing mine until I could free myself from his embrace and begin to dry him, trying to give back the kind of experience I just received. Mack, as much as he enjoyed giving, had little patience for accepting sensual pleasure from someone else. Instead he took the towel out of my hand, quickly dried himself and after surveying the bedroom whispered in my ear, “Where’s the bed?”

His confusion didn’t surprise me. Motioning him to stay put I moved across the room, opened a closet and out popped a Murphy bed. Again, one of the necessities of cramped living. Mack’s young eyes lit up as he grabbed my hand and pulled both of us down on to the bed. Now he began in earnest to make me melt into a puddle of pleasure. He pushed me onto my back and splayed himself on top of me. I felt like every inch of my body was covered by some part of this Mack blanket. His hands encircled my face as he started kissing my mouth. Then he moved to my neck, then shoulders and paused for a long siege on first one and then the other nipple slurping and licking and sucking while his hands found new places to explore. I wrapped my arms around his athletic frame, one hand on his back and the other on the back of his neck pulling him tighter but not so tight to interfere with this journey of exploration in which Mack was engaged.

Soon, “Too soon,” I thought, he and this talented tongue of his was on the move again further down my torso, along my treasure trail, finding my cock, licking it up one side and down the other repeatedly until swallowing it whole. His hands, in constant movement like a concert pianist, touched me wherever they could reach: belly, balls, butt. I was lovin’ it! I’m not sure what thoughts were racing through my brain, but one thing I wasn’t thinking about was being late for the party.

When I started to pump Mack must have assumed I was getting close so he released my now wet, throbbing cock from his masterful control and in an instant was on his knees, facing me, slowly lowering himself down impaling his self-moistened hole on my erect pole. This turn of events left me speechless and I uttered the only words that made sense. “FUCK!” It felt sooooo good! He began a steady up and down rhythm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeated over and over.

“Enjoying this,” Mack asked?

“Fuck, yes,” I replied.

Then he leaned forward and clamped his luxurious lips on to mine. Our tongues dueling again. Bent forward his rhythm slowed, so I made up the difference with thrusts, easy at first, but then with increasing passion. I reached down for his cock and began to stroke it in time with my now ferocious pounding. Mack seemed to appreciate the gesture. The sex was just too hot to last and soon he announced he was going to cum.

“I’m right with you, buddy,” I hollered. As if on cue he shot a massive load clear over my head and I filled his ass with ‘a gallon’ of cum. He dropped down to cover me again with his body bringing us back to where we had begun. We lay there for some minutes until Mack reminded me I had a party to get to.

Was it the spontaneity? The unexpectedness? Or the pure delicious lust? I’ll never know the answer, but I’ll never forget the feeling. Even today, when I reflect back on that day, my entire body tingles and I swear I can still feel every inch of him.

I met Jennifer through a lesbian friend. Jennifer is actually a bisexual. There is this cute friend of her that always comes around. He was a slim dark-skinned sweet guy but very humorous nigga. He was a member of one of the students cult groups in Imsu, had this sexy dreads and a well carved beards/sexy goatie to match. His eyes were so sharp and of course he must be under the influence of some drugs. 

Frank was actually straight and every time I see him I feel sexually aroused cos he was my spec. I always fantasize sucking his dick or having sex with him, even in dreams. I became tired of all these fantasies. 

One day I went to Jennifer and struck a deal with her for her to bring Frank so I can have fun with him. Jennifer demanded for money so she could arrange the whole thing. So Jennifer said since Frank was straight it was better done through a bisexual threesome which I agreed to. So we planned it perfectly. 

On that very day I took them to the bar where I made sure Frank drank until he got high and tipsy. So Jennifer told him it will be better the three of us pass the night together at the hotel and have fun cos of time. 

Just after few minutes we entered the hotel room Jennifer  had started sucking both of us simultaneously one after the other. After a while she joined our dicks together in her mouth and sucked them together. It was a dream come true and the sensation in my mind became so high that I had wanted to start playing with Frank’s nipples but at that moment I still held myself. 

We now laid side by side on the bed Jennifer started working on his tool while I worked on Jennifer’s pussy. When it was obvious that he is now fully into it and had started moaning heavily, Jennifer  brought my head and made me start sucking Frank’s dick. This was actually the arrangement I had with her. It was a job well done. He didn’t resist the act he continued moaning and held my head as I sucked him harder than Jennifer did. Frank moaned and rammed his thick dick roughly in and out of my throat as I gagged on his huge manhood. After sometime Jennifer mounted him and sat on top as he wickedly pumped in and out of her bisexual pussy. 

At a point it seemed Jennifer couldn’t take anymore of that Frank’s monster dick, I really felt for her. Immediately Jennifer made a sign to me that she is tired . At that point she dragged me to Frank to take my own turn of the pounding. At that juncture he inquired surprisingly ” what” but before he could finish talking Jennifer had pushed my  creamy man cunt and fixed his cock inside it. Within seconds my tiny hole has swallowed the whole length of that his rod and I’ve already started dancing and making the normal rhythmic movements up and down and wining my hips romantically and he had already started moaning differently cos of the tightness of man pussy which is actually tighter than the normal girl pussy. I made sure the walls of my man pussy gripped tightly to his huge veiny dick. He pounded me so hard even harder than he pounded Jennifer,  But I stood my ground, absorbed all the pounding and fucked his veiny rod back ravishingly with my creamy man-cunt. He held my soft fleshy butt so tight as he power-fucked me. 

Jennifer has totally withdrawn from the whole thing and now a spectator except when she intermittently romanced Frank and sucked his balls. However, it has now become a straight fuck between Frank and me. 

After a while we changed to the froggy  sex position as he squatted and mounted me face to face. This positioned was really sweet and sensual as it brought out the best in both of us. I tied my legs round his waist as he pumped deeply into my tight creamy hole with his huge rod. After few mins I adjusted and held on to his straight slim man ass caressing it to make him cum. All he was doing was to moan deeply as I caressed his slim ass. Then I clinged to his chest and went straight to his nipples sucking the hell out of it. This time around within few minutes he has started girrating, murmuring sweet nothing’s and sexual exclamations as he couldn’t hold on but pump his sweet straight man hot sperm deep inside my man-pussy. I could feel all the pulsating movements of his climaxing dick  inside my tight man-hole as I gripped tightly on his dick with my tiny hole. It was a great pleasure for Frank cos it really took him time before he brought out his long rod from my sperm-filled hole and released me to clean up myself. 

In the morning I paid Jennifer and also gave Frank money to take care of himself. He was quite happy and okay. After this Frank and I  hooked up secretly severally when it was convenient for both of us, even in the Bush or uncompleted building at his demand cos he was really such a thug and randy. When we started it was a No-homo, No-kissing encounter, but now we do and explore everything we want in sex. What a hot straight guy.

Tonight’s like any other night, laying in bed bored searching for gay porn on line. After searching for about an hour I come across a new site. One with real guys in the area looking for anything from just flirting and chatting to full  blown getting fucked. I come across this one post, its a mature man married with bisexual interest looking to chat with possible discreet hook up. He sounds just like me so I reach out and start to chat. 

While chatting I find out he’s in a loving marriage with grown children but the sex part has been gone for sometime. I tell him I’m in the same situation. I have the best wife in the world who I love with all my heart and I’m not looking to replace her just add to my life. The sex is over and the best friend stage is now the norm.

After chatting for awhile I feel this exciting attraction to him and I begin to feel my walls start to come down and my hands starting to stroke my waiting Cock, I start to tell him what I’m doing and he informs me he’s been stroking the whole time we’ve been talking and is almost there. We continue to talk about sex,pleasures, turn ons and fantasies.

He informs me he’s a pre cummer, meaning his cock releases a lot of pre cum while getting hard. The more we talk the hotter we get, the hotter we get the more engorged we become. Till all of a sudden I start to explode with streams of cum. And he’s moaning as his seed is released. The time is flying, we have been at it for three hours. As we say our good nights we talk about chatting again tomorrow night.  

Morning is arising and my curiosity gets the better of me, I reconnected on the site to find a note from him. I reply and we start right where we left off. Im telling him how hot and horny he made me and how horny I still am that morning. He replies he feels the same way. I tell him I have to leave for work but I want to keep talking on the way to work. 

On the drive the dirty talk continues and I find myself hot and horny to the point I’m hard and looking for release. I get to my parking spot at work and tell him he’s making me crazy and I’m going to blow my load. I shot my seed all over the steering wheel. As I clean up, I tell him thanks for being a filthy perv and we’ll talk later. 

That night we find each other again. I tell him I don’t know what came over me I have never done anything like that before, but something about him makes my sex drive shift into overdrive. The dirty talk continues. Again I find myself hot and horny. My cock is engorged but thus time I’m fingering my ass. As I tell him about this he heats up the smut talk. 

The more he talks the hornier I get and the next thing I know I’m three fingers into my aching bunghole. As I’m fingering and jacking, he continues to heat up his chatting. He gets hotter and hotter, I’m fingering and jacking. His talking becomes dirtier and dirtier, until I shout my hot cum all over my chest. I am spent. Again three hours have past and it’s time to say goodnight. The next night we connect again and start to go at it.

This time we start to talk about what we’ve done sexually in the past and talk about using toys. I become intrigued. We continue to talk but this time it turns more intimate. We talk about our lives and interest family and feelings. As the night goes on I feel we have now connected on a deeper level. I feel that I have found a true friend. One that allows me to share my deepest and darkest secrets. Ones I’ve never shared with anyone especially my wife or closest friends. We say goodnight. 

The next day I recall our talk about toys and experimenting. I’m so turned on the next thing I know I’m at the adult book store buying my first toy and lube. That night as we are chatting I inform him what I have bought. During the talk I break out my new playmate. I begin to tell him what I’m about to do. 

As I’m putting the lube on my toy and stroking it to cover it completely, he starts to give me instructions, I start to follow. I stroke the toy, I insert lube into my ass and begin to finger myself to loosen my ass up and cause it to open. He continues to instruct me. Once I feel I’m ready I slowly place the tip of my toy against my opening and gently give it a push. I start to feel tightness. I begin to take deep breathes as I inset  it a little more. 

The more relaxed I get the farther my plaything enters until it is completely in. I pause to catch my breathe. Once I’m ready, I start to slide it in and out feeling every inch filling my man cave. The faster I stroke the heavier I begin to breathe until I start to moan quietly. He continues to direct and I continue to thrust faster and faster until I’m shooting my load all over my bed. I collapsed.

 He is releasing his seed. As we say goodnight I tell him I have never had that type of experience before especially not with a guy. He tells me that was his first also. After we are done chatting and say goodnight, I find myself still turned on so I start to watch gay porn. 

While watching I find myself hard again and the urge to jack comes over me like a tidlewave. I start to jack and the next thing I know round two occurs I’ve cum twice within an hour. Shocked by this because it’s been years since I’ve had a multiple orgasum. 

The next night I tell him about this and ask what is this voodoo spell you have on me. I’m horny all the time I’m hard more then I’ve been in years and two orgasums in twenty four hours is unheard of. He just jokes and saids it’s just luck. While talking about our connection with each other we decided to meet. So on my day off I hook up with him at a local store. We start to talk and it’s like we’ve know each other for years not days. 

As we are talking and getting to know each other better we decided to go for a drive. As we are driving we become more open and honest about what we are looking for. We both agree that we want this to be more of a friendship then just a sexship and that what ever happens happens no pressure or guilt. Once we return to my car we sit and talk some more. I tell him that I want to kiss him so much and feel him close to me. 

He agrees but we hesitate. Is this the right thing to do are we moving to fast because no matter how quickly we have bonded we still are total strangers to each other. I reach to touch him and I feel my heart beating it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. I touch his leg he becomes aroused. He touches my cock and I start to get hard. I reach down under his shorts and finger his cock head, he starts to flow with pre cum. 

I place my finger to my mouth to taste. It’s sweet and I want more. He continues to stroke me I reach for his chest. He has a beautiful hairy chest. I find his nipple and start to rub it. He starts to moan with pleasure. We begin  to jack each other. We are touching and feeling jacking and kissing. We both feel the fever rising within us. This is heaven. We are kissing our tongues inter twine with each other’s the passion is taking us over we are breathing harder and harder. Suddenly we stop. 

As we pause we talk about what we are doing and what we might be starting. We both don’t want to get hurt or hurt the ones we love. So we ask is this right. While talking I reach for his dripping cock to taste his juices they are sweet. We continue to kiss. We pull away. We know we must stop. We want this to be the right decision for you everyone involved, passion takes us over again this time while kissing I reach down the back of his shorts and I start to finger he’s ass. I slip my finger slowly into his bunghole, he moans. 

We kiss we jack we taste each others cocks  with our mouths we are hard. We stop. We both know we need to stop. We continue to talk. As we talk we realize that we need to stop for now. Even though we both are excited and enjoying what we are doing, we need to make sure it is right. We agree to wait. As we are saying our good byes and planning our next meeting we kiss. Our kiss is so loving and sweet unlike anything i have felt before. 

As I leave his car to get into mine, we agree to do what’s best and give each other time to evaluate what had happen and if it is going to continue. As I drive away I can’t help but enjoy the smell of him on my fingers. The smell of the greatest day of my life.

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