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The other guys in the house love watching the undergrad greeter as he did his job. Some of their guests came over just to see him, but they didn’t think they had to tell him that.

When they enter the frat house they see him kneeling there, naked and waiting for a cock to enter his mouth. Everyone sees his dick as it bounces a little as the guest walks towards him. After only being on the ‘job’ for a week, he started to get hard whenever he heard the doorbell ring.

Everyone watches as their guest rubs his cock through his jeans as he walks closer to the undergrad. He looks down into his face as he starts to unbuckle and unzip himself. His plaid boxers are seen, but they are pushed down with his pants before he reaches for his cock again to give it a few tugs.

The greeter sways forward, licking his lips as he watches the meat in front of him grow and harden as the hand continues to move up and down its surface. They then step forward, and his lips are sucking on the head before they have time to remove their hand. He moves further down the shaft, and the owner moans above him.

With the taste of pre-cum on his tongue, he moves forward to get even more cock into his mouth. But he’s stopped as this guest holds his hair and pulls him back until he hits the wall. He is kept there as the guest holds the head of his cock just inside his lips.

He puckers up to suck, kiss, and lick what he’s given access to. His guest moans and shakes as his grip relaxes. The undergrad’s cock leaks when his hair is pulled harder. His head is pressed back against the wall, as the trembling cock is pushed into his mouth. Beyond his teeth and along his tongue. Touching the roof of the student’s throat as it goes further back still.

The guest steps closer until his feet are on either side of the greeter’s hips. The visitor’s hands are pressed to the wall as he pulls his hips back, giving the kneeling boy a chance to suck in some air. He then pushes back in as he starts to fuck the undergrad’s face. The boy holds on to the visitor’s ankles and moves up his legs the faster he gets.

The feel of the boy’s breath rushing past the sensitive skin on the head of his cock has him gushing his load down the grad’s throat almost sooner than he would have liked. The boy sucks and licks him clean, even as he tries to pull away to keep from going off again in a more undignified manner. He shudders as he feels the boy’s tongue licking the inside of his foreskin.

The visitor looks down at the boy. He’s naked, sweaty, and sitting in a small puddle of his cum as he looks back with a slightly dazed appearance. The guest, who is now steadier on his feet, pulls up his pants and boxers and fastens them close before turning toward the other boys that came to watch the show.

“Patrick Still?” he asks the small crowd of young men.

“Sorry Professor, he’s not back yet,” One of them says. “Do you want to come back again in another hour?” he asks him. The older man turns to look back at the boy who seemed to have recovered.

“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “Twice in one afternoon is enough,” he says more to himself. “Tell him to come see me at my office, if he shows up before seven tonight,” he informs the other student.

“Yes Professor,” the kid says as he now looks past him to the undergrad who had started to rub his cock in public. It was against house rules. The guest leaves without looking back at the greeter.

“Timothy!” the boy that was talking to the professor shouts.

“Yeah?” another boy calls down from the second floor.

“Bring the vibrator!” he tells him before he walks towards the undergrad who was still jacking off. He smiled as he saw his hand move faster.  

Frank and I started spending 2 to 3 days during the week together in the evening in his playroom.  Weekends we might do other things but usually ended up having sex.   I learned a lot and we soon started swapping roles.  It felt weird at first.   I had never had any problems fucking Frank.  Hell, the first time we met, I fucked him.  But to be Dominant to him took some work to get my mind into it.  Frank seemed to like it though.  Sometimes he would stop and give me hints on what might make it better.  We talked afterwards about what things we did that turned us on and how to make it hotter the next time.   I mentioned that I liked the element of surprise and Frank nodded.

One Saturday I showed up at his house and walked in the front door. As was the usual protocol, I stripped and left my clothes by the door. I wandered around the house looking for Frank but couldn’t find him. I stepped out on the back patio and quickly two guys grabbed my arms. A dark cloth bag went over my head and I tried to break free, but the guys holding me were too strong. I felt someone wrap some rope around my ankles and then pick up my legs. I was carried away, naked. It seemed like they were taking me a ways away from the house and my mind was spinning, trying to figure out what was going on.

They finally set me down but they tied my hands to something. I felt someone put cuffs around my ankles and the rope was removed. Someone spread my legs and they were locked to something to keep them apart. I could feel the breeze against my skin and I remembered I was still outside and naked. Someone stuffed a cloth in my mouth and I lost my chance to scream out and call for help.

“He’s just as sexy as Frank said” I heard one of the guys say. “If they are friends of Frank’s then I’m probably ok” I thought. I felt hands all over my body – not just two. It seemed to be more than four, too. Probably six. While they were big and rough hands, they were gentle in their touch.

“Look at that ass. Nice and hairy and muscular. I could spend hours with my face buried in there” said another voice.

“That cock is damn fine too” said a third voice and I realized my cock was getting hard.

“Just remember, we can touch but no sex. Frank would have our balls if we messed with his boy without his ok” said the first voice.

I was trying to figure out what was going on. They knew Frank and they knew he considered me his ‘boy’. They also knew Frank would be pissed if they tried to fuck me. They stopped groping me and I heard them whispering. Soon I heard another person approach.

“Thanks, guys” I heard Frank say.

“You got one fine boy there Frank. Any time you want to share him, just let me know” the second voice said.

“Well, maybe we should ask him “ Frank said. A moment later he asked “Boy, would you like a few men to help me show you how good fucking outdoors is?” Frank said. Someone pulled the gag from my mouth and I felt the hands keep floating all over my body.

My mind was all over the place. It sounded so erotic and so dangerous that it turned me on. But I had no idea who was there. They were friends of Franks, obviously, so it wasn’t like it would be random guys fucking me. I didn’t want to keep Frank waiting, so I said loudly “Yes, Sir!”

I heard a few guys say “Fuck, yeah” or something similar and I heard Frank’s distinctive laugh. “I’m not sure you know what you just asked for, boy. I’m sure you will remember it though” Frank said. I heard the sound of a couple zippers being unzipped and then felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I could tell it was Frank and he whispered in my ear “Make me proud, boy.” His hands went down my back and then spread my ass apart. Frank’s tongue went after my hole and he was pushing spit into my hole and then tongue fucking it in deeper.

I could imagine the scene. Me hooded and tied to some trees in a forest, surrounded by naked men, all wanting to use me. I had no idea how many men were there, I was thinking it was maybe four, but I kept hearing noises all around me. Suddenly, I couldn’t feel Frank’s tongue or beard against my ass. I heard whispering, but couldn’t make out what anyone was saying. I felt two hands on my shoulders again and then a cock pushing my ass apart, heading straight for my hole. Frank’s cock pushed in and I tried to relax but I was still tight without him fingering me open.

He let me get used to it for a minute or two and then started to fuck. This was different than our usual fucks. Frank was showing his friends how he owned my hole and while he might let them fuck me, they should consider this a rare privilege. I felt his cock swell as he pounded me and knew he was about to mark me with his seed. The grunts were familiar and then I felt the warmth of his cum fill me up inside. He bit my neck, gently and then pulled out.

I heard a voice say “Frank, may I use your boy?” followed by Frank’s affirmation. A new cock slid firmly into my cum lubed hole and I heard the man behind me moan. His cock pumped in and out of me slowly at first and then getting faster and more frantic. I felt another load shoot inside me and I was now carrying the DNA of one of Frank’s friends too.

Another guy approached and the request was the same and Frank allowed him to fuck me. And another and another. When the eighth guy pushed his cock into me, my ass was beyond sore. The cum could only do so much to put out the fire from being roughly fucked over and over. This fuck was thankfully short, but the guy seemed to cum forever. When he pulled out I felt cum dripping off my balls and down my legs. I stood there for several minutes, waiting for either another guy to fuck me or to be untied and unhooded so I could see the men that used me.

Instead, I started feeling warm streams cover my body. They came from every direction and from the smell I could tell that they were pissing all over my body. I had tried it once before a long time ago and it had never done anything for me. This time, it just added to the experience. When everyone’s bladders were empty, I could hear people walk away. I was left there for what seemed a long time, Frank told me later it was half an hour, before Frank took the hood off of me and then untied me. Everyone was gone, it was just the two of us, naked in the forest around his house.

“I hope you liked that, Mike” Frank said as we walked back towards the house.

“Yes, Sir” I replied and I heard him chuckle.

“Good, I’m glad. I did too and you made several men very happy tonight. But, once we are done with the scene, you don’t have to address me as ‘Sir’” Frank said and I replied “OK, Frank.” He led me into the back entrance of the house that took us down some steps right into the basement. We showered off together in the playroom. Once cleaned off, we went up stairs and drank a few beers before we went to his bedroom and fell asleep. Frank was behind me with his cock nestling next to my balls and cum slowly leaking down my legs.

A few years back I met a top Master who enjoyed spanking his subs, being into receiving we had an immediate connection and after a few sessions he wanted to take it to the next level…Soon I was getting spanked, strapped and whipped hard at parties for the delight of his guests, until the time he was actually hired by an organisation organiser to be the attraction of the evening as well as bringing the guests to a level of desire that would launch the night into an action packed event…A few times after that I was brought in , sometimes naked directly, sometimes in my underwear…

Every time the trip from my place took place in his van: Master was a ebenist by trade and had a utility van to carry his tool and transport the odd pieceof furniture he had made or restaured to his clients….This van was a real tool for his kinky activities since when there was no furniture in it, the room was available for a sub to carry places, so I was often ordered to get undressed according to specific instructions to comply with the demands Master had negotiated his kinky clients… 

the demand for demo/ warm up shows was increasing to the point that Master had to enroll another sub: he had to bring in a fresh body free of marks to the party…This went on for quite sometimes until Master wanted more excitement to his sessions, knowing I was game for nearly anything,  he was taking me in his van to the most crowded places he could think of in town. During the trip I had to get fully naked and when the van stopped get into the position Master had requested in the back if the van: typically bent over a folding chair he had, so I could see through the front windshield that I was in the middle of a crowded place, like a supermarket parking lot, near a produce market or simply parked on a busy street… 

I could hear people passing by talking, laughing, etc… when in position he was slipping from the driver seat into the back , made sure I was looking ahead so I would see the unsuspected people walking around and he proceeded to a very stern caning… my challenge was to keep quite, so the passers by would not notice what was happening so near… as for Master,  his challenge was to use implements that would not make too much noise for the same reason… That’s how the cane became one of the staples of our encounters in the van… 

Master later introduced the martinet, that cutting device invented by the French…It’s now been almost a year since those van trips started and evry time I get the call to at such or such corner to be picked up, the excitement rushes through me and the wait becomes excruciating…The routine is always the same, get on the passenger side without a word, slip in the back of the van, undress as fast as possible and wait for “the stop”….The cane leaves marks and more often that not they have not vanished totally when the call comes…Anyone with a van in search of a hijacker?…

The next day, I head around to my parents’ place for the farewell party that they are throwing me for at least the tenth time in me going away but this time it’s a permanent or at least more of a long-term move than the other trips.

My frustrations of Courtney not being there aren’t obvious to everyone as I don’t bother telling Mum or Dad that she isn’t going to be there when I get back because they’d try and convince me to stay a bit longer here in Broughton. I’m sitting there as Nath wheels himself over to me “Fresh air would be good right now” he says almost as if that’s an order for me to go outside with him because he can sense something is bothering me.

“So, what’s wrong? I know something is bothering you and it’s not just moving away because you’re over that and you’d be excited to see Courtney” he says as I close the back door and stand on the deck.

“Courtney’s in Europe for the next two weeks, she’s visiting a fashion show in Italy and then doing something in Spain for their fashion week” I explain the situation to Nath almost wanting a sense of sympathy from him but I should have realised that it was never going to come.

Nathan looks up at me “So what? You’re going to mope for the next two weeks whilst she’s gone because you can’t see her?” he says as he looks at me “What about all the times when you were away for weeks and months at a time travelling the world and she couldn’t see you? How do you think that she felt?” Nath hits the nail on the head as I look at him.

“Yeah, I know that but it’s just been tough because I thought we were past the trips away from each other and like I’m moving to a new city without knowing anybody” I try and almost plead my case with him for some reason even though I know inside my head that he is 100% right.
Nath looks at me “Bro, you managed to become mates with everybody that you ever met and I know that it’s going to be the same once you get to Harrington Cove as well”. Mum comes wandering out to check on us “Everything ok with you two out here?” she asks as we cover what we’re talking about like usual.

“Yeah, just having some 1-on-bro time really that’s all,” I say as we walk back inside and enjoy everything that Mum has done for me tonight. After a few hours, all the extended family leave and the rest of us just spend time together even though we’re having breakfast in the morning together before I leave.

Staying at my parents’ house is like I’m back being a child again, it’s a weird feeling especially sleeping in my old room which is weird because it’s got so many memories and that most of my trophies, medals and awards are in the wardrobe right now in there.

I don’t bother having a shower and head to sleep in my briefs, laying there I struggle to get to sleep thinking about all the memories that I’ve had here in Broughton with so many being around swimming but there are plenty of other memories that I have been able to make.

The memories flood back both good and bad as I lay there thinking about them all from having the courage of finally asking Courtney out after knowing each other forever and becoming close in the months leading up. Followed up by the days and weeks not knowing if my best mate/brother would ever wake up from his coma after his accident and then the months of rehab seeing whether he could ever come back from what happened which he did more than anyone expected.

Coming back from South Africa to be there with him was the longest time in my life because it took 2 days to get out with the lack of direct flights and then connections being so far apart. The worst kept crossing my mind as I flew back leaving the World Championship given that I cancelled a catch-up between Nath and I in the days before leaving to go to the training camp that we had in the month before going to South Africa.
Thankfully, Nath pulled through and is still with us and is essentially my life coach on everything like he was today when he pulled me into line over doubting the move again. I finally fall asleep at about 2 am after hitting the bed at about midnight, I can’t say that it was a good night of sleep but it was definitely sleep nonetheless.

Sunday goes so quickly and I wish I could put an extra few hours on it but sadly the time just flies by and because I’ve got to be out early to get the 7:45 flight we all decide that we need to get an early night so that I don’t miss the flight.

The next morning, my parents are waking me up at 4:00 which I could’ve had the extra half-hour of sleep but they don’t want to risk being late which I have done on more than one occasion getting to the airport either right on cut-off time or getting there too late.

Reluctantly I get up out of bed with Mum nagging me about needing to get ready “Mum, I’m 30 I don’t need you nagging me anymore” I say back to her as I go and have a shower. Though before having a shower I quickly learn that I am not too old for a smack off mum when she lets rip with the backhand.

“Yes, you are 30 Braxton, but it doesn’t mean that you can backtalk me like that,” she says almost taking pleasure in telling me off. I have a shower and just try to relax myself about everything and how my parents will react. I get out of the shower and do all my usual skincare routine and take the advice that Courtney has left me to get through the plane ride perfectly fine.

I get dressed in shorts and a polo shirt to make sure that I can get a decent breakfast in the business class lounge at the airport because it’s always got good food. It’s about 5:30 when we leave my bags already packed into the back of the car last night and everything is packed.

Mum and Dad bicker about who’s driving but Mum wins out even though it’s Dad’s car so we go below the speed limit the entire way and get to the airport about a quarter past six. It’s an emotional time as I say goodbye to them and head into the airport checking in and then leaving them to head to the departures and head into the lounge where I start to have breakfast and load up my laptop to do some work.

Sitting there having Coffee and an amazing omelette, I’m working on my blog as Courtney messages me “Hey you make it to the airport ok?” she messages me as I quickly reply back. “Yeah, I’m in the lounge having some breakfast just chilling out before the flight because you know me and plane food”.

I can sense her laughing and her response suggests that before she gives me all the details about what is going to happen in Harrington Cove when I get there. There is going to be a car waiting for me organised by Grove Media and she has left the keys to the house at her office where everything will be waiting for me to pick up and go to our new place.

Sitting there, my nerves are almost at levels they were at the Olympics about the move but I get onto the plane and thankfully it’s a long-haul Boeing 777-300ER that is doing the flight so I get a business class seat all to myself which I’m grateful for.

The flight is uneventful and I get to Harrington Cove at just after 9:30 am local time and meet the driver who takes me to Grove Media so that I can pick up the keys from the office. It’s weird because I’m nervous because these people are all co-workers and friends and meeting them is going to be weird because they all love her and it’s going to be weird meeting them without her.

I wander into the office and walk up to the receptionist at the desk “Hi there, welcome to Grove Media how can I help you” the happiness and enthusiasm in her voice are a bit overwhelming at this time of the morning. “I’m Brax McGregor, I’m picking up some keys and documents, my wife Courtney left them for me,” I say as she looks down at her desk “Oh yes, they are with her assistant and I’ll give a call to get someone to help you”.

About 10 minutes later, a young man comes down “Brax?” he says putting his hand out towards me as I nod “I’m Todd, Courtney left all your stuff up with me if you want to come upstairs and I can give it to you” he says as I follow him up the modern office and sit down as he gets out the key to the townhouse and the other things that Courtney has left for me which was more than what I was expecting but knowing Courtney half of it won’t matter.
Todd looks at me with a bit of awe “It’s actually a real honour to meet you Brax, I’ve been a fan of swimming and I won’t lie I’ve always adored your Instagram with all your posts and your especially fitness blog and Courtney always talks about you, so it’s good to meet you in person”.

I smile and nod “Thanks Todd, means a lot to me that I’ve still got fans and Courtney has talked about you heaps as well especially how easy you’ve made it for her since she’s moved here” I leave the office and head back to the car.

The driver already knows the address and we drive into a pretty modern part of what is already a modern city and pull up near a row of houses “Number 31 just over there is your destination sir” the driver says as I get out of the car.

Walking up to the steps, I unlock the door and look at the pretty spacious living room that Courtney has set up almost like she did our apartment back in Broughton. I go back and get the bags out of the car and bring them inside, giving the driver a tip even though he’s already been paid by Grove Media for the job.

I text Courtney to let her know that I got to the house alright and that everything looks good around the place. After putting my clothes away in the drawers in the bedroom, I take a shower and get changed so that I can go for a walk around town so that I can figure out where everything is near around town. I go around the bay also trying to get a good route before realising that I haven’t let Mum know that I got to Harrington Cove safely.

Finding a spot on a bench I ring Mum and let her know that I got here safely “Hey Mum” I hear her with a massive sense of relief in her voice. “So glad you got there alright Brax, how are you after the flight? Have you eaten since you got there? How is your house?” she says without taking a breath.

“Got there fine, picked up the keys from Courtney’s office and I ate plenty on the plane, the house is really nice and it was already furnished and Courtney made it all really nice,” I say trying to address all her questions, “I’m just going for a walk now just to get my bearings with what is around town so that I can find the perfect route to go for a run and then try and find somewhere nearby with a pool or if you can swim out in the bay”.

Mum’s tone about that isn’t approving, “you’re not going out to swim in the ocean Brax” I just agree with her before she has to go back to teaching. I head back home and try to find things in the cupboards and end up watching TV for a while whilst playing poker on my laptop before Courtney rings me and I start talking to her for a while.

A few years ago, while still married to my ex, we had an awful fight. Towards the end, he loathed me, we couldn’t be in the same room. The verbal abuse became a constant in my life and I began to believe I was the the “shit under his shoe”. He stormed out of our house in a tirade and I found myself feeling lonely, empty, and just all-around awful. He’d called me a “cocksucking faggot” so many times that night I felt like I needed to prove him right.

I decided I needed to go out and get a drink. I pulled on a pair of well-fitting jeans and a tight Nasty Pig tank top, and off I went to one of the gay bars. I needed to get loaded and wanted to forget about my ex, and that fight, and everything else. One rum and coke down and the second on the way, in walks John. John is a man of 6’, I’d say in his mid 50’s, short cropped salt and pepper hair, clean shaven, and ice blue eyes. He always wore tight fitting t-shirts to show off his well-toned body. He looked extremely fit. He’d flirted with me many times throughout the years, and once I’d married my ex, he laid off and we’d just smile at one another from afar.

Seeing I was alone, John slapped my back and sat right next to me. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked. I didn’t say too much, “nothing much”. “Where’s your husband tonight? He know you’re out alone?” “I don’t know. I don’t care”, I said. “Everything ok?” John asked. “No, not really. I think we’re over John”. He gave me a hug, a long extended hug, and I began to sob.
“you know I always thought he was an asshole. The way he spoke to you, spoke about you. It wasn’t right.”

I listened to what John just said, but at the time I believed everything my ex said about me. I was exactly the pathetic faggot he said I was. Anyway, John and I sat and talked and drank. And with each drink, we became more flirtatious. I couldn’t keep my hands off his hard body, and I leaned over and began to kiss John on the lips. He didn’t pull away. I started to grope his cock over his jeans, and i liked what I felt. John’s hands reached under the waistband of my briefs and his warm hand felt nice on my ass.

It was now after midnight and I was feeling no pain. John asked me if I wanted to “see his place”, and I said, “hell yeah”. Turns out his place was just down the street.  Neither John nor I were capable of walking a straight line, so it was a good thing we didn’t have far to go. We went up the elevator to his floor and after he fiddled with the key in his door, he pulled me inside and went straight to his bedroom.

Standing nearby his bed I pulled off his shirt and finally got to see his massive chest, something I’d wanted to see for years. I wasn’t disappointed. Heaving pecs covered in coarse black fur, accentuated by nickel sized pink nipples, they were both hard and the tips of his nipples stood straight out, inviting me to lick and suckle them.

My hands unzipped John’s jeans and I pushed them down to the floor, pulled down his boxers and wrapped my hand around his 9” of fat Italian uncut sausage. It was thick and meaty. I was on a mission to show John just exactly why my ex calls me a cocksucking faggot. Moaning over his cock, feeling it stiffen and grow in my throat. I was on fire with lust. Yes, I’m sure it was alcohol-induced, but I needed to suck John’s cock.

John held my head down on his cock while walking over to the bed while I crawled on my knees. He laid down with his legs still planted on the floor, and his cock never left my mouth. He was a hairy man, his balls were covered in a thick layer of dark hair, his pubic hair was natural and never trimmed. It was like a hairy forrest down there. But there was so much cock to gobble, and I was in an accelerated state of horniness, I didn’t care.

I got John’s cock so wet, I rose up and mounted him. My hole was so tight, his cock so wide and long, it wasn’t working. “In the drawer”, John pointed to his nightstand and I pulled out a bottle of Astroglide. I poured some on his cock, and that did the trick. I sunk down on his thick meat, and as his cock entered me, it was if nothing else mattered. The thoughts of the evening disappeared. John’s cock was like a magic stick that had special powers.

I bent down to kiss him. His Italian 5 o’clock shadow scraped against my face, and his masculinity intoxicated me. There was no doubt we were both drunk and the fucking was meant to be a lustful release. I began to ride him hard, bouncing my ass up and down on his entire length. John grabbed my ass and said, “oh fuck, Rich, I’ve wanted to have your hole for years”, and he fucked up inside me.

Then he flipped me over onto my stomach, and pounded me into the mattress. His strong hands pressed down on my shoulders and I felt his cock creep deeper into my crack. “Oh fuck, Rich, your ass feels so good”, John cried as he thrusted with such force, his the head of his cock was punching up into my prostate, causing me to whimper uncontrollably.

John pulled out and I turned around on my back and held up my ankles,”fuck my ass, give me your dick, John. Fuck me” John pushed his  cock inside me and my eyes rolled up in the back of my head. With my ankles now over his shoulders, I began to jack off, watching John’s face as he ravaged my poor fuck hole. “I’m gonna cum!” I shouted and shots of hot cum fired all over my chest, and my stomach.

John scooped up my cum and smudged it all over his cock, and with an added layer of fresh lube, John vigorously fucked me, until he came deep inside my ass. The entire encounter took no more than 30 minutes. It was fucking amazing.

I managed to get myself together and walk back home. When I got home, my ex was there, drunk. “Where the fuck were you, faggot? “Out”. “I know you hooked up with that old guy from the bar. Steve (the bartender), told me.” He got up from the sofa and pushed me against the wall and spit in my face. “I’m going to bed”.

I slept on the sofa. The next morning, he woke me up and fucked me silly. He had such a hold on me that I let him. It would be just a few more days before he moved out. Our relationship was always super complicated, and I’m glad he’s now living out of state. 

Claytons offer was nearly the only thing that I could focus on that day. Sitting there next to him, naked, jerking off, hearing him moan right next to my ear sounded like the moan fantastic thing ever. It was hard for me to sit through the lectures as I have a very vivid imagination that evokes all kinds of responses from my body. But at the same time, I was also quite worried. I had never experienced such sensations before, so I was still trying to figure out what it all meant for me. I also was afraid of being too excited or forward with him, as I didn’t want to scare him off. As far as I knew, he was just in it for the relatively easy money and had no actual interest in men.

Yet my desire for him was too strong to resist. During the lunch break, I basically ran to the restroom. I locked myself in one of the stalls and began jerking off while thinking of Clayton. The thrill of jerking off while others walked around me made it even more arousing. In a few moments, I was blowing my load all over the toilet, biting on my lower lip to not moan out in pleasure while my knees trembled. I cleaned myself off with toilet paper and went out of the stall to wash my hands. I have to admit, even though I felt terrific after releasing that big load, I also felt an immense sense of shame, walking out into a space with other people. I felt like they all were judging me for what I had done, for my fantasies about Clayton. The other half of the day felt calmer, I had released the tension, and Claytons offer no longer occupied my mind as much. But when I returned back to our apartment, I was very much reminded of it, as I was greeted by Claytons moans coming from the living room. I walked into the living room and saw Clayton bent over, showing off his ass to the camera and moaning from the vibrations. I wondered if he was overacting or was it indeed that enjoyable. Probably acting… Nonetheless, it was extremely arousing. I waved “hi” to him, he nodded back – it had become a common interaction for us.

I went into my room and turned on Clayton’s show. Even if I wasn’t horny, I had gotten into the habit of turning it on in the background, which eventually turned into jerking off to him eventually. That day I was hard before I turned it on, so I slid my hand behind the waistband of my underwear just after closing the door. I wanted him so badly, and soon I would be taking my first steps to get closer to it.

After cumming, I cleaned myself off and went on to do other things with Clayton’s show still playing in the background. That day he ended earlier. I could hear him tidying things up on the other side of the wall. Not long after, I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in!” I replied.

Clayton poked his head through the door: “Hey, man! How’s it going?”

“Oh, you know… Just doing some work…”

“Nice, nice…” he hesitated a bit, “so… have you had time to think about what I said?”

“Why the rush?” I tried to play down my enthusiasm.

“Oh, nothing, nothing. I was just thinking, if you don’t wanna do it, then I’ll ask Adam, and if he isn’t interested, I’ll search elsewhere… I just thought that it would be better if it were one of you, rather than me bringing another person into the flat…” he explained reservedly, once again losing his usual confidence.

“It’s all right, man! Actually, I’m okay with trying it!” I smiled that slightly awkward smile.

I could sense he was a bit surprised but also very pleased, as his usual demeanour returned.

“That’s great, man! When do you have free time, so we can go over what you’re comfortable doing, so I can change the tip menu?”

“Ummm… well, tomorrow afternoon is fine, if you’re not busy…” I said casually.

“Sure, I can skip the stream…” he said with a smile.

I began to wonder if he might actually be also interested in me, but I just wrote it off as mere fantasy.

The following day, when I woke up, I was already anticipating the “meeting” with Clayton in the afternoon. I fantasised about us planing the show and both of us getting aroused, which would lead us to do more. Naturally, it once again led to me having a jerk off session in the university bathroom. This time it seemed even busier, and a few times, someone even shook the door, which made the whole thing even more thrilling. I imagined Clayton catching me right then and there and us having sex while other guys just go on with their everyday business around us.

After lectures, I rushed home, as I couldn’t bear to wait any longer. I skipped up the stairs and shot through the door.Clayton was just doing something on his computer when I walked into the living room after taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

“Hey!”

“Hey!” he waved to me.

“What’s up!”

“Oh, nothing much, just chilling here, a slight change from the usual.” he seemed very relaxed.

I wanted to ask if he wanted to begin planning but didn’t want to seem too urgent, so I just tried to make some small talk.

“That’s great… You stream almost every day, don’t you?”

“Yeah… gotta keep that money flow steady…” he looked up from the screen and gave me a slight smile.

I smiled back but said nothing, as I wasn’t sure what else to say.

“So, do you wanna go through the list?” after a short moment of silence, he asked.

“Sure!” I walked over and sat next to him on the couch.

He had found a list from some other cam models that did a show together, and we began going through it. It started with more regular stuff – get naked, show soft cock, get hard, jerk off, show ass, etc. But then it got to slightly “extreme” stuff – kiss, finger in ass, vibrator, handjob, blowjob… As we were approaching that stuff, I started to wonder where I should draw the line to avoid making it too awkward. Would he even ask things that he wouldn’t be comfortable doing himself? Probably not, so I should be fine.

“Okay, how do you feel about ass stuff?” he asked.

“Uhhh… maybe not yet…” I wanted to keep the option open for the future.

“Completely fine! No pressure!” He smiled a wide smile. “Kiss?”

“Uhhh, I guess?”

“Okay, handjob?”

“I mean, a dick’s a dick, right?” I tried to show that I’m open to doing a bit more, but only just a bit.

“Yeah, man!” he laughed.

“Okay, that’s good,” I thought to myself after his response.

“And the rest we can skip…” he said after quickly checking the rest of the list, leaving the more “extreme” stuff off the table.

“So, when are we doing it?” I couldn’t restrain myself.

“Uh… we can do it tomorrow if you can…”

“Yeah, that’s fine!” I replied as I had the whole day free.

“Great!”

Nothing had happened. I didn’t want to get up, hoping he would perhaps confess that he desired me or something, but he just went back to doing something on his computer. So to not make things awkward, I just got up and went back to my room.

Despite the underwhelming, although expected, “meeting”, I was still turned on, so I took off my clothes and began stroking my boner. As I was laying on my back, jerking off, while fantasising about Clayton, my left hand wandered over to my asshole. Claytons mention of doing ass stuff had got me intrigued. I rubbed my middle finger against my hole, and it felt good, so I slowly began to push it in. It wasn’t going in too smoothly, so I took it out and put it in my mouth. I was so in the moment that I didn’t think it was disgusting (something I very much changed my mind about later, once I wasn’t so horny anymore). After getting my finger wet, I attempted to push it in my ass again. This time I succeeded. The feeling was somewhat unusual, but it felt good, so I kept going until my whole finger was in. I didn’t yet know about such thing as prostate, so I didn’t try to stimulate it and just began to pull my finger out before pushing it back in, simulating fucking myself.

And then I heard a knock on the door.

He couldn’t help but focus solely on the lipstick bright red lips moving up and down, just over the head of his cock and back. They opened easily and for long, just starting to smear a little. She sucked for another long moment before turning her head to look at her husband. Threads of saliva stretched between her gasping mouth and – their new Daddy’s cock. She sucked them noisily back into her drooling mouth.

Her husband, Jerry, finally was struggling against his ropes in the chair. His naked body glistened with sweat. His teeth gnashed. His cock was just raging hard; tied balls looking like veiny purple walnuts. Blindfolded and roped to the chair. A strange new Daddy fucking his wife’s mouth. Jerry had never felt so turned on before.

He was jealous of his wife’s mouth. Daddy had continued teasing and fucking her lips; teasing out for her tongue to reach. It was like a dance. Her drool dipped from her lower lip; falling like stinging rain on her swollen nipples. Before she could get Daddy to cum, he gripped her body tightly and began kissing and licking downward to her thighs. Daddy prised them apart and began a tongue tip ballet on her clit and pussy. She’d never felt a man’s tongue like this. Ever. Daddy was a revelation of what was possible. Just after her second orgasm poised on his tongue, Daddy thrust his rigid cock into her wet pussy and covered her lips with kisses. Third climax.

By then, Jerry had cum all over his balls. It looked like melting ice cream. Daddy made his wife crawl over and lick it all off. She looked at her husband and then straight at Daddy’s hard cock.

It took only a moment to liberate Jerry from his ropes. His wife grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him over in front of Daddy. She threw him to his knees. “Kiss it,” she hissed. “You’ve been staring at it all night. There it is. Kiss Daddy’s cock!”

Jerry hesitated too long. She pulled his face closer; Daddy felt his panting breath.

“Kiss,” she whispered, pulling his lips closer, almost touching.

“Kiss Daddy’s beautiful cock.”

He licked his dried lips and lowered them on Daddy’s glistening cockhead.

Suddenly his head was jerked back. “No, no, no,” his wife pulled sharply. “You haven’t even asked yet, bitch. Has he Daddy?”

She pouted at Jerry, “See? And what is that doing hard?” She pointed between Jerry’s legs. She cuddled herself against Daddy’s thighs and ran a finger up and down his stiffening shaft. “Daddy’s got a cock, Jerry.”

She leaned down and loudly kissed the very tip of Daddy’s thick knob. “Mmmmm,”she crooned.

“May I suck you, Sir – I mean Daddy?”

Daddy tilted his head from side to side.

“I really want it, Daddy,” Jerry begged, “In my mouth.”

“Mine!” his wife cried, swooping her mouth down on Daddy’s cock. She took it all the way to the base.

Jerry took advantage of the distraction and greedily began licking and sucking at Daddy’s balls.

“Mine, too,” he heard his wife whisper hoarsely beside him. Jerry glanced upward at Daddy’s now exposed cock. Slowly he licked his way

around the base and then followed the throbbing thick vein to the head. Swirling his tongue around the glans, he groaned. “Daddy.”

Without a word between them, Jerry and his wife fit into a rhythm of kissing, licking, and sucking Daddy’s cock; urging his cum.

“No,” Daddy said in a low voice. “I want to cum on his face tonight. In your hand,” he told Jerry’s wife.

Jerry’s cock already felt raw when his wife spit in her palm and started stroking his shaft. Every nerve was wired. When she switched to stroking Daddy’s cock instead, bringing it ever closer to his face, Jerry’s cock felt empty and hollow. His eyes fixed on Daddy’s throbbing thickness and licked his dry lips again. “Put it in my mouth, Daddy,” he said softly. “I want to suck it.”

When Daddy said nothing in reply, Jerry turned to his wife, begging her.

“Please, please. You can do it. Put it in mouth, between my lips. I need it. Please, put it in my mouth, honey.”

Daddy admired the way she teased her fingers on his cock. He could already feel a big load building in his balls. Closing his eyes as she stroked, he painted mental pictures of his thick white cum spattering Jerry’s face. He began to tilt and thrust his hips, fucking the wife’s fists, up and down his cock. The head felt like it would erupt. And it did. The first spurt splashing against Jerry’s awestruck face; the second, just as large and sticky, streaming onto her hardening nipples.

“Fuck, Daddy!” they both said in hushed voices.

Three more spurts began to settle on their skin like rain puddles of cum. Each eagerly shared, as they licked each droplet from Daddy.

“Fuck, that was good, Daddy.” “So fucking good.”

This is a first story I will be posting stories of the coming of an anal craving bottom. Ok so I have always been curious of cock love but I am mostly a “str8” male. I would let men suck me off for the pure pleasure of busting a nut didn’t care for the most part who received my load as long as I came. Please comment to let me know your interested in more stories as these are not fantasies they are realities

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Lets begin,

I was drinking one night and got on craigslist like most horny closeted men did back then, admit it we all did. I was looking to drain my balls in a warm mouth. I responded to an add for the standard sheet hung come on in drop pants stick cock through hole add. I got instantly hard waiting for an address to the point I almost jerked off before ever getting his email back. About 10 mins later I received the text with address, wow 10 mins away I was in the car on the way before I knew what I was doing. 

I arrived quicker than I should have but hey when a warm mouth calls you get there as quick as you can right? I walked in and went up a short flight of stairs when I approached the sheet I dropped my shorts and pulled out my flaccid cock and put it up to the awaiting mouth. I can’t begin to explain how wonderful his hot breath and warm tongue felt licking up the side of my cock reaching my shaved balls. 

With each passing moment my cock grew to the full 7 inches (I know its not much but it works for me) he withdrew my cock and asked to taste my ass, who was I in the heat of the moment to refuse. I turned and around and was amazed at the skill this shadow had as he was tonguing my hole I was shocked that he stuck a finger in, however I was in lust with his skill I never stopped him. This created a monster within. 

I needed more than a finger and when a mood hits I take it. I moaned loudly and told him I needed his cock in me. He pulled the curtain to the side and I saw a tall medium built shadow that guided me to a bed. I eagerly removed my underwear and laid on my back. He lifted my legs and continued the amazing rimming that to date I haven’t come close to replicating. He then sunk 3 fingers in me and damn near made me cum at that moment. 

I begged, yes begged for his cock in me, I was in a “mood” and wanted what I wanted even if I wasn’t a bottom. I didn’t care at the moment that he didn’t have a condom. I had never been fucked let alone barebacked. He lubed up my hole and his cock and slowly pushed and to my surprise it slid right in and felt amazing. I started to inadvertently moaning and begging for him to fuck me harder and man did he fuck me he continued to pull out and push balls deep in me.

 He withdrew his cock and told me he was going to cum I told him to cum in me, unfortunately he began to cum before he got back in so he just rubbed in on my hole which sent me over the edge and I came harder than I have in all my 40 years (at that time). 

I did go back a few more times so those stories will be coming soon. I will be also writing about the first m2m stories so stay tuned and comment comment comment!

I felt guilty ashamed scared scared that I let a old man suck me at the park.

Born raised catholic I thought I should confess my evil thoughts .. ask for forgiveness

” Forgive me Farther for I have sinned my last confession was last month. I feel ashamed remorse scared of what I have done I can’t let anyone know what happened to me last week at the park. It was disgusting forbidden but I have mixed feelings “

” It’s ok son you can tell me I’m a priest and everything you say will only be between us ” Stuttering I replied

“I was at the park last weekend night and I seen this old man in the bushes completely naked he was playing with himself.. for some reason I just stared at him not moving his dick was so big over twice the size of mine and without thinking I walked up to him and touched it. I got scared and he reached over pulled my shorts down and went to his knees and started to suck my penis “

Father replied ” It’s ok son all boys have sexual feelings nothing to be ashamed of. Did you like it did it feel good or are you ashamed and promise never to let anyone use you like that”

” I’m so confused Father I know it was wrong but it was the most exciting thing I ever felt letting this old man sucking me I even came in his mouth and I liked it.. will I go to hell.. if I want to do it again”

” My son you will not go to hell sex is natural between men and girls if you liked it then there is no shame tell me my son did you do anything to this old man besides touching his cock”

I was shocked he said the word cock and I felt myself getting hard. all of a sudden I felt I was in a trance as I told Father that after I came in his mouth I squeezed his COCK hard bent down and kissed it I wanted to do more but I was scared and ran home.

” My poor boy it’s ok to want to suck a cock it’s a normal feeling for someone as young and pretty as you to explore your sexuality it’s ok to have these feelings and if you want I can help you”

I was actually getting horny turned on I touched myself and let out a soft moan I was in the confessional talking to a priest about cocks WTF.. I was confused yet getting so horny.

” How can you help me Father I don’t want to go to hell but I want to suck a cock I really do should I go back to the park and look for him and find out if I want this ” I was stuttering mumbling unsure of my words my thoughts. I was playing with myself getting hard.

” My dear sweet little boy if you really want to suck on a cock you can suck on mine I can see you in the booth playing with yourself getting excited take it out show your cock to me and I’ll let you suck on my cock like the little faggot slut you want to be “

My god he was calling me dirty names it was turning me on.. I pulled my pants off showing my 5″ cock standing straight up I asked him he liked it and if he wanted to suck me..” Yes Father I want to taste you kiss lick suck on on you taste your hot cum Yes I’ll be your little boy your faggot ” I couldn’t believe the words I was saying and I meant them

He pulled the screen back and was standing there completely naked his cock was beautiful like hypnotized I reached over grabbing it he grabbed mine I let out a loud moan I put my head into his booth my mouth wide open I was lost in lust and started to kiss it lick it slurping on it like a popsicle sucking on it moaning softly it tasted so sexy so hot

He pulled away .. not now go upstairs in the choir room I be there after confession he whispered and winked at me closing the screen. Walking out I seen 3 more people in line the last one was looking at me smiling I saw him touching himself I don’t know why but I smiled at him and gently rubbed my hand on his

WTF was going on I sucked a priest I sucked his cock and I loved it. Then I teased this other guy a stranger in line. I should of felt remorse or guilt instead only pure lust was in my mind.

I watched as the other people went in and out of confession slightly confused but never so horny in my life wondering what was going to happen

The last guy in the confessional seemed to be taking a long time I looked around nobody but us 3 left. Then I heard it … Loudly ” Ooh yes oh Father yes fuck me oooh god yes cum inside me fill me with your holy seed ” he was yelling screaming moaning begging.

I almost ran back down there I was excited horny I wanted to hear to watch I could hear them moaning and talking about me, how they were going to make a cocksucking faggot alterboy serving my naked body as communion to ever wanted to eat me to save my soul

In a daze so fucking horny I striped naked listening watching Father fucking this old man in his ass bent over in the Father’s booth.

I swung open both doors they looked at me smiling I was naked in the church

They both took my hand leading me to the Alter we were all naked they picked me up laying me on the Alter started to kiss my naked body all over my lips my neck my nipples my cock my balls my ass..

” Oooh god oh my fucking god YES oooh yes oooh it feels so good oooh yes don’t stop bite me bite my neck my nipples cover me in hickies oooh god I love this ” I was begging moaning screaming like a bitch in heat. My eyes were closed by body shaking I felt holy oil being poured all over me.

I felt a finger going in my virgin ass I moaned it felt so good I pushed my ass back still moaning then two fingers then three I was like in heaven no pain just pure pleasure.

I felt a cock slapping my face without looking I opened my mouth and started to suck n suck it felt like he was fucking my mouth and the fingers inside me were fucking my virgin ass.

I felt my legs being pulled apart wide I looked down the priest was kneeling between my wide open legs oil was dripping out of my ass ” Yes oh god yes please take me as your sacrifical lamb cleanse my soul my body bless me with your holy cum seed me save me from evil ” begging and moaning he entered me slowly I could only moan with a cock in my mouth and in my sweet ass

Harder faster he kept fucking me calling me dirty names a cock sinner I kept moaning loudly suddenly theguy I was sucking started to cum in my mouth I tried to swallow but there to much I pulled my head back and he was still cummming all over my face. The priest leaned over licking the cum on my face frenched kissed me swapping cum with me.

” Yes ooh god yes fuck me harder faster oooh yes oh my savior my teacher I love you please never stop I want to be your alterboy naked under my robe satisfying you under the podium while you preach the word Oooh yes cum inside me fill me with your holy cum”

After he took me the other guy started to fuck me as I was praying for more.

” Please God I can’t help this I need to be used as a cocksucking cumloving faggot help me satisfy my urges I’ll be your submissive servent ” my mind was racing I couldn’t believe what I was saying, doing pleading like a sinner a cocksucking sinner in heat.

I became his alter boy always naked under my robe being very careful not to let the other boys or his parishioners know I was a cocksucking cumloving faggot alterboy.

The next week I was in his booth naked on my knees sucking his holy cock as he heard confessions. ” Bless me for I want your alterboy to suck me now” I heard the screen open turned around a cock was coming into the booth I smiled opening my mouth. Every 3rd or 4th guy coming into the booth were looking for me. I serviced 8 guys that night.

So this is heaven I thought as my belly was full of all these sinners hot sweet cum.. mmm I found my calling. I’m a cock slut for sinners to be used for forbidden unholy sex..

I had been at a party in Harlem after a long week at a job I hated. I don’t usually party hard, but this particular night I started with an edible, which was a first for me and I didn’t realize it took a long time to get into my system so I had a second before the first had kicked in. Between the two edibles and a few drinks, I was really enjoying myself at this party. 

Unfortunately, some girl had too much to drink and projectile vomited on the wall in the hallway, prompting the host to kick everyone out around 1 am. I lived on the UES at the time, it was about 30 blocks south of where I was in Harlem, so I decided to walk down 5th ave along Central Park.

I am bisexual and at this time had only had DL hookups with other guys, and when you’re “DL” you get to know the signs when another guy is trying to hookup on the “DL”. Somewhere around 85th St I noticed a sexy guy around my age leaning against the wall that divided the park from the sidewalk. He was probably 6’1″, maybe 160 lbs of lean black muscle. He watched me walk towards him from 86th St, not breaking eye contact the entire block. I slowed my steps as I got closer, still keeping a safe distance. He gave me the “what’s up” head nod, I respond with the same. He looks to his left and right, no one is there, he grabs his limp dick through his sweat pants and gave me a smile. I smiled back, I knew exactly what he wanted.

I don’t normally suck dick, but I was pretty high and kinda drunk so I was only thinking with my dick and followed him into the park. Still keeping a safe distance we came across a wooded area after a few minutes of walking. He went a little deeper in until we were hidden by a huge rock and a down tree. I looked around and followed him in. He wasted no time in pulling out his dick, was at least 8″ cut and was rock hard before I was close enough to grab it with my hand.

I stood there, nervous as hell, almost shaking, slowly stroking his dick, looking around constantly hoping no one would see us. He was not nervous though. He grabbed my neck and gently pulled me down to suck his dick and I did my best. I could only get about half in my mouth though and started to gag. He tried a few times to push it deeper into my throat but my reflexes wouldn’t allow it.

He stood me back up and started tugging on my jeans, still not saying anything, just stroking himself slowly and using his free hand to tug at my jeans. I slowly unbuttoned them, he smiled as I pulled down the front of my briefs under my balls, my hard 6.5″ cut dick sprang free. He stepped in closer to me. I thought he was going to drop to his knees and give me head, but he tugged at my jeans some more, pulling them down enough to fully expose my white CK briefs.

He grabbed a handful of my ass and grinned, still stroking himself he slid the hand inside my underwear palming my ass cheek and massaging my ass. I started stroking my dick faster, enjoying the moment until I felt his finger slide across my hole. My eyes focused on his and he smiled, I shook my head “no” and slowed my stroking. He tugged at my jeans and whispered, “take these off,” the first words he had said to me, his voice had a sexy timbre to it.

I was nervous at the request, looked around to make sure no one was there. “It’s ok,” he whispered and tugged at the jeans. I slipped one shoe off, slid the jeans off that leg, and put the foot back into the shoe, my jeans now dangling around the one ankle just in case I need to run. He pulled my briefs down to expose my ass, palming it hard, almost a spank but not quite. I stood still, stroking my dick while he circled behind me, admiring my toned body, cupping each ass cheek separately, still slowly stroking his dick.

His finger crossed over my hole again, I spun my head, smiled, and just said, “Nah man” and he smiled back.

“It’s a nice ass,” he whispered.

I gave a smile and looked away, still slowly jerking myself off. He tucked in closer to me, our height difference placed the root of his shaft at the top of my crack, his balls resting on my ass cheeks. He reached around and started stroking me, pressing his body into mine, this felt so good. I accidentally let out a soft moan.

“You like that?” he asked…or maybe it was a statement looking back.

I just nodded “yes”.

He tugged at my briefs, pulling them to my knees, “take ’em off” he whispered.

I stepped out of my shoe again, freeing one leg and back into the shoe, now my jeans and briefs are dangling from my left ankle. As I steadied myself he held me up, with one arm and slid his dick across my now fully exposed hole, his precum smearing up and down my crack.

“Nah man,” I felt the need to remind him that wasn’t happening.

“Do you have anything?” he asked quietly.

“No…you mean? No…” I shook my head.

“Mmm, I meant like a condom or poppers,” he half chuckled.

“Oh…nah, I uh…I’m not trying to fuck,” I made it clear.

He continued to stroke his dick across my hole, letting out deep quiet moans as his body flexed behind me, like he was using my ass cheeks as a masturbation toy. He stopped to dig into his pocket, pulling an unlabled bottle of poppers from his pocket. His weighty dick still wedged between my cheeks he took a deep hit, then another, letting out a groan as he exhaled and passed them to me and continued to rub up and down my hole.

I took a hit and almost fell forward, he held me tight through, stroking every inch across my hole. Pulling back to slime my pucker with the precum oozing from the tip.

“Mmm, take another,” he whispered, circling my hole with his head.

I took a deep inhale and felt that rush take over my body. I also felt him push on my hole, trying to get the head in. It felt great, but also painful and dry, I pulled forward best I could while he was gripping me tight, “nah man, I’m not trying to get fucked,” I reminded him.

“That ass needs to get fucked bro,” he whispered, pulling off my hole.

“Nah, not tonight,” I shook my head.

I heard him spit on his dick and use his head to rub it into my hole.

“Mmm,” he groaned. Pushing a little harder on my hole.

I could feel my hole trying to let the head pop in, I tried again to pull away but he held on tight.

I let out a half chuckle, “we can’t man,” I tried to diffuse the heat between us.

He pulled it back again, stroking himself, spitting for more lube, “take another hit bro,” he whispered.

Without thinking I did like he said, a deep inhale and a little more pressure from his dick and the head popped in, “oh fuck” I winced as the head invaded my tight pucker.

“It’s just the tip man,” he said as if that would make it sting less.

I took another deep hit off his poppers and I felt the entire head in my hole, not pushing deeper but not letting up either.

“Oh man, it’s too big,” I told him, clenching my teeth.

“You’re ok, I’m just going to give you a little more, this ass needs some dick,” he whispered as he pushed in slowly.

“ah, shit man,” I tried to whisper, “that’s too much, you gotta pull out,” I told him.

“You can take more, that’s only half,” he pulled out a little and drooled onto his shaft then pushed in a few more thick inches.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned.

“mmm, that’s some good ass,” he said, pushing in a little more then pulling out a little, repeating the motion and adding spit with every inch.

“Dude, no…” I could barely speak, “it’s too much, you’re too big dude,” I winced through the pain.

“Take another hit bro,” he said.

I quickly opened the bottle, knowing he wasn’t pulling out I needed to relax, I took a hard long hit, then another and he slowly pushed in the last couple huge inches, bottoming out with a low “mmm that’s it.”

He held it balls deep inside me for a few seconds then slowly pulled most of the way out, added lube and slowly pushed all the way to the hilt. I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head.

“Fuck dude…it hurts,” I told him.

“This ass feels good bro, just relax,” he whispered.

“Do you at least have a condom?” I asked, trying to relax.

“Don’t worry about it, I ain’t got nothing,” he said, bottoming out again, a little faster and harder.

“No man, you can’t fuck me bare,” I told him, not really whispering anymore.

“I already am bro, and fuck…you feel so good,” he started picking up the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

It was starting to feel good, “Fuck man, don’t cum inside me,” I felt my hole relaxing.

“mmm, aight, just relax bro,” he said, trusting deeper, pulling me into him like he expected his dick to come out the other side of me.

I took another hit of poppers, and another.

“Fuck bro, this ass is good,” he was pumping faster and harder into me.

I started stroking my dick faster, my eyes starting to roll into the back of my head from the pleasure.

“You want my nut?” he moaned.

“Are you close?” I asked.

“Fuck bro, you’re gonna make me nut,” he said between breaths.

I tried to pull off his dick, but he pulled me in tight, hitting my prostate hard, “oh fuck,” I gasped, as my cum shot onto the ground, my ass clenching his pistoning cock as my balls drained themselves.

“Oh fuck, I’ma nut bro,” he said and slammed harder and harder into my, “fuckin take my nut bro,” he said and buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing and spasming inside as he unloaded in my guts. “Oh fuuuuck” he grumbled, not letting go of my hips. “Damn bro…” he tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck man, did you cum in me?” I asked out of breath.

“Fuck yeah bro, that shit felt good too,” he smiled all proud of himself.

He pulled out slowly, my hole clenched shut as the tip pulled out. He tucked his dick back into his sweat pants. He gave my ass a light tap and almost ran out of the park. I stood there trying to catch my breath and take in what had just happened as I slowly put my wobbly leg back through my briefs and pulled them up over my ass and spent cock. Then did the same with my jeans and tried to walk out of the park as if I hadn’t just got fucked by a stranger and still had his cum in my ass.

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