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  • Leather Jacket Fetish

    “Hey Neighbor” I heard the voice call out. I looked beyond the back of the pickup truck to see a very tall, very hot looking guy walking up to me. “Hi” I said, removing the work glove I had been wearing and shook the guy’s hand. “I’m Jack and I live at number 17” he said, pointing to the unit next to mine on the block of townhouses. “Patrick, but everyone calls me Pat. I guess I am number 19” I said awkwardly pointing to my unit.

    Jack was tall, really tall. I guessed that he was at least 6’4 a good 6 inches taller than me. Jack had dark hair on his head and a dark mustache that was very retro looking but at the same time it made him look very sexy. As good looking as he was, what I focused on the most was the leather jacket Jack was wearing. I had a fetish for men in leather jackets for as long as I could remember. Something about a good-looking man in a leather jacket or coat that drove me crazy.

    I really liked the one Jack was wearing. It was the kind you see sometimes in the military a B3 model with dark brown leather and cream-colored sheepskin collar and lining. The jacket fit Jack like a glove both in size and style. I tried not to be too obvious as I checked him out, but my eyes kept drifting over him in that jacket. “Well nice meeting you. When you get settled, we can grab beer if you’d like.” Jack said, finally shaking my hand and walking away. I peered around the truck getting a last glimpse of him in his leather.

    I came to realize a fetish for leather jackets at an early age. The first time it happened I was in high school. The kid in front of me, Brandon Jacobson, was wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket. I don’t think I even noticed it at first, but then the rich leather smell began to waft towards me. I kept breathing it in and something came over me and I couldn’t focus on anything else. I looked across my desk and saw the shiny black hide that was creating the intoxicating smell.

    For the rest of the class, I just inhaled the smell of leather as much as I could. I studied how the leather hugged his body, how the collar in the back was raised up a bit around his neck and then how it seemed to frame his ass when he stood up. I went home as quickly as I could, my young dick rock hard in my jeans. I went to my father’s closet and pulled out his leather jacket, took it to my room and put it on. The jacket was big on me, but I didn’t care. I laid on the bed, pulled out my dick and within a few strokes cum erupted all over me. Fortunately, none of it got on my father’s leather. 

    Whenever I had the house to myself, I would take the jacket from his closet and jerk off. Over time I would strip naked then put on the leather jacket. I loved the feeling of the leather on my naked skin. The smell of leather intoxicated me and drove me crazy.

    I remember walking through the men’s section of a department store. All the leather jackets were on racks. I could smell them as soon as I got close. I nervously walked around looking at each jacket running my hand over them and feeling the differences. They were brown and black and some even in grey. Some were short motorcycle style, others were longer. One in particular favorite was a brown bomber with a dark chocolate-brown fur collar. It had a zip out lining that was also a soft dark-brown fur. The smell filled my nose and I felt dizzy as blood rushed to my dick forcing it down the leg of my pants. I took the jacket on the hanger and nervously went to the dressing room to try it on.

    Inside the dressing room, I slipped the jacket on and looked at myself in the mirror. It looked amazing on me and felt even better. I propped up the collar and zipped it halfway up. I moved around feeling the weight of it on my body. I rubbed my nose over the leather breathing in as much of the smell as I could. I reached between my legs and started to rub my hard cock. All the sensations were too much to handle. I lost control as I continued feeling the leather and rubbing the hard spot in my jeans.

    I couldn’t take it any longer and I pulled my cock through the zipper on my pants. I swelled with excitement as I saw my hard dick with the leather bomber jacket just above it. I grasped my cock and watched myself in the mirror. Precum flowed from my cockhead and made it’s way into my palm coating my dick with natural lube. I buried my face in the fur collar and my dick shot a great wad onto the mirror.

    I stifled a moan as more cum shot from my hard dick joining the first blob on the mirror. When the powerful orgasm finally ceased, I felt drained and needed to lean on the wall of the dressing room till I was able to gain control. I looked at the mess I created, and I felt a strange guilt, a feeling that I was odd or different. When I was able, I quickly returned the coat to the hanger and brought it back to the rack before leaving the store.

    The strange feelings I had whenever I was around leather just seemed to grow more and more intense. Several times I went back to that store to try on the jacket and jerk off in the changing room. Unfortunately, the store changed over the merchandise and the jacket was no longer available. I resorted back to using my dad’s leather jacket to satisfy my fetish.

    Once I finished high-school I went off to college. I found a little shop on campus that sold secondhand clothes and I found a leather jacket at a price I could afford. It wasn’t the ultimate jacket I wanted, but the smell was still good, and it was the right size. It was a black motorcycle style jacket with a red satin lining. It had a belt that wrapped the waist and epaulettes on the shoulders. I went back to my dorm room and slipped it on. My dick immediately got hard. I loved standing in front of the mirror with the jacket on over my naked body. Sometimes I would imagine a girl sucking my dick while I wore it, but that never happened because I was too scared to even talk to anyone about it.

    After college I met a girl and got married. I never told her about my interest in leather and I would only pull out my jacket when she was out of the house. I would get naked, slip it on over my body and lay on the bed and just play with myself, edging my dick to try to hold off. Sometimes once I shot my load, I would clean up the mess and just lay in bed wrapped in my leather jacket.

    The original jacket was becoming a bit too tight on me. I had begun working out and I guess I just grew out of it. In spite of that I still kept it around, but it was time to buy a new jacket. I found several that I liked but they were all way out of my price range. I knew my wife wouldn’t approve of me getting something that expensive.

    Finally, I found one that I really liked. It was a brown bomber similar to the one in the department store, but different too. This one was more of a chestnut brown with a cream-colored collar. The collar could be zipped off. The lining wasn’t fur, but it could be removed easily. I excitedly brought it home hoping secretly that my wife would find it sexy and want to ask me to fuck her while I wore it. She barely noticed it. Part of me felt deflated and another part felt indifferent.

    Over time my desire for the leather became even stronger. I managed to buy another jacket, a black racer style. It’s a baseball style with a knitted collar. Whenever I wore any of my leather jackets, I felt sexy, I felt strong and powerful. The feel and smell would make my dick hard, and I would ultimately need to jerk off to relieve the sexual frustration.

    My first encounter with a man happened around the holidays. My wife dragged me to the mall to do some Christmas shopping. I really didn’t want to go but I figured it was an opportunity to see if any of the stores had some new leather jackets that I could check out. Excitedly I wore my brown bomber over a flannel shirt. I liked wearing a button-down shirt because I could go into a bathroom or a dressing room and open my shirt and expose my chest in the leather jacket.

    While we were standing in line waiting to pay for our purchases, I noticed a couple in front of us. The guy was wearing a black leather bomber jacket and I couldn’t help staring the jacket and how it fit him. How the leather sat perfectly above his firm round ass. My eyes roamed up his back to his shoulders and the way the jacket molded to his body. I was so lost thinking about the leather that I hadn’t realized he turned and was staring back at me.

    I felt myself blush when I realized he was looking at me. He nodded and smiled, and I nodded back. I saw him turn to the woman he was with then he broke off from the line. As he did, he turned to me again and gave me the slightest head tilt as if to ask me to follow him. The room got very warm, and my head began to feel dizzy. I looked at my wife, who was paying attention to her cell phone and hadn’t noticed a thing.

    “I will be right back. I have to use the bathroom” I said trying to remain calm. “Ok” she said looking up briefly from her phone then immediately back down to it. My legs felt like jelly as I made my way in the direction of the guy. I had no idea what I was doing. Where I was going. I walked towards the bathrooms and saw him standing there. As he came into view a big grin formed on his face. He looked around then entered the bathroom. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I was so drawn to his leather that I followed him in.

    The bathroom was empty and once inside he locked the door behind us. “Hi” he said softly. I tried to respond but a lump formed in my throat. “I saw you looking” he said. The guy was good looking, about my age in his late 20’s. He had dirty blond hair and a handsome face, but I was more focused on the leather jacket. Being this close I could smell the leather and hear the crackling sound it made when he moved in it.

    The guy moved closer to me, and I instinctively backed up into the wall. He came closer and placed his hand on my shoulder. I felt dizzy and confused. Then he leaned in and placed his lips on mine. “No” I said, quietly, turning my head away. He looked confused for a second. “I’ve never done this” I confided. I wasn’t sure why I felt a need to say anything. This did not deter the guy, he seemed to like the idea that it was new for me. I never thought of guys in a sexual way before. I would see a guy in leather and get hard but that was just the leather, right? I tried to tell myself that many times over the years, but when I jerked off, more and more I would be thinking about the guy I saw in the leather that drove my fantasies.

    “What do you want to try?” he asked. The question was strange to me. I didn’t know what I wanted and now I was worried about what was going to happen. “Relax and let me help you” He said softly. He ran his hands over my leather covered shoulders and down over the sleeves of my jacket. “Nice jacket” he said, giving me a glance up and then down. I liked that he commented on my leather jacket. “Yours too” I replied. My mind was going crazy. Someone else was interested in leather like I was? I wasn’t alone in this world.

    The guy reached for my flannel shirt starting at the top button and slowly opened each button. When it was fully opened, he pushed it back inside the leather jacket exposing my bare chest, then he placed his hands on my body. “Nice man. You have a hot body” he said. The words were strange coming from a man, but somehow it excited me. He ran his fingers over my nipples sending goose bumps across my skin. “Do you like that?” He asked, looking deep into my eyes. I nodded my head yes.

    My trembling hands reached for his shirt and opened it, pulling it back to expose his chest. The guy’s body was well developed and coated with soft blondish hair. I followed his lead and ran my hands over his chest feeling the warm body with the soft hairy coating. The guy moved in closer so that our bodies were barely touching. I could smell his leather mixing with the smell of mine. Both smelled great but different. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me so that I could feel his leather against me.

    His body was warm, and it felt oddly good, comforting, and even natural. I ran my face along his leather jacket and then moved closer to his neck. There was something about the smell of his body that mixed with the leather and stimulated me to an even greater level. Then the guy began to grind his crotch into mine. My dick was hard, and I could feel precum oozing into my shorts. “Fuck that feels good” I heard myself say. “Yeah man” he replied.

    We rubbed our bodies together for several minutes then he dropped to his knees on the bathroom floor and began opening my pants. “Don’t” I said, stopping his hands. “Yes” he said, brushing them away. My pants were open, and my dick was out and rock hard. “Fuck that’s a nice dick” he said, then swallowed it deep into his mouth. My body writhed as he expertly began to suck my dick. I had never ever felt a blowjob like this. I placed my hands on his leather covered shoulders and watched as his head bobbed back and forth.

    “Fuck I am going to cum” I warned, not more than a few seconds after he started. I grasped the leather of his jacket, feeling it with my hands. “I’m going to…” I tried to warn again, but he kept on sucking. My dick felt like it exploded. The orgasm was so powerful that my knees buckled, and I had to lean on the sink to stop myself from falling over. More cum shot from my dick into his mouth and he took every drop of it.

    Then finally he stopped sucking. He pulled his head back and looked up a me, with a big smile on his face. As he did cum dripped from my cock and landed on the hair on his chest. He stood up and grabbed a paper towel and wiped his mouth and chest. “That was hot” He said, smiling. Fear and guilt rose up in me. Did he expect me to blow him now? I felt relieved when he began to button up his shirt. I quickly stuffed my spent cock back into my pants and then buttoned my shirt up as well. “Thanks” I said, not able to make eye contact and feeling very awkward.

    “Here’s my phone number if you ever want to get together.” He said, handing me a piece of paper. He leaned in and placed his lips inside the collar of my leather jacket and kissed my neck causing a strange feeling to come over me. I stuffed the note into my pocket and exited the bathroom, intending to throw it out as soon as possible. My wife was still in the long line, still staring at her phone when I rejoined her in line. I looked ahead as the guy in the leather jacket rejoined his wife and my dick gave a bit of a jerk in my pants.

  • Oscar And Boris

    It is peculiar how the stars seem to align occasionally, producing an amalgamation of minds. For Oscar and Boris, this could not have been truer the evening they met.

    Oscar was bulky and extremely hairy. When he was naked, a mass of black hair shrouded his entire body. At the age of thirteen, Oscar already had to shave his face twice a day. As his furry coat began rapidly to sheathe his frame, it caused him great embarrassment. At school, chimpanzee references initially annoyed him. But being mentally strong, he soon learned to play along by making apelike noises and ingratiated himself to fellow students, whose attempts at intimidation got negated.

    Once Oscar was grown up, he soon became tired of all his depilatory regimes and accepted his excessive hairiness. There were always men turned on by his hairy disposition, but the only drawback to this was that these men were often even bulkier, but his preference was for lithe, submissive guys. Versatility was not his thing because he loved being sexually dominant. Above all, Oscar had an absolute fixation on ginger boys.   

    Boris got named after a tennis star of whom his father was a huge fan. When his dad saw the redheaded tennis star win Wimbledon at the age of seventeen, he decided that his first son would get named after this icon, a fitting name, because Boris also turned out to be a ginger.  

    Growing up, it was clear to Boris’ family that he might end up gay one day. The usual activities that most boys enjoyed never seemed to be of interest to Boris. It was not as though he was effeminate, but everyone referred to him as sensitive, a generalist euphemism for homosexuality. As everyone predicted, Boris did come out to his parents when he was sixteen.

    Early on, Boris developed a passive penchant and liked rugged men. He particularly liked big hairy guys. 

    The night Oscar and Boris met, their horniness abounded. They soon began chatting and in no time grasped their mutual attraction. Determined not to let Boris escape his clutches, Oscar quickly got to the point.   

    “Your place or mine?” Oscar shortly blurted before hastily adding, “I live five minutes away from here.”

    Slightly stunned but captivated, Boris demurely replied, “Your place sounds convenient.”

    Having received the green light, Oscar lifted off his seat and solidly embraced Boris. The hairy kiss that followed was urgent and wild. For both men, it was a dream come true as they lustfully mashed their faces together in a haze of horniness.  

    When their heads eventually parted with strands of saliva connecting their lips, Oscar gushed, “We’d better get going before I fuck you on the bar counter.”

    Boris smiled with a hankering grin, entirely compliant with Oscar’s suggestion. As if Oscar was reasserting his point, he once more underlined his viewpoint by enveloping Boris in his hairy arms and feverishly kissing him again. This time, however, Oscar’s hand slipped into the back of Boris’ shorts before his index finger feverishly began fingering the pink pucker he was rabidly coveting.

    As their mouths once more parted, Oscar’s pyretic lips snaked their way to Boris’ ear. With his middle finger now joining in the anal stimulation and stabbing Boris’ pucker, he grunted, “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you are going to beg for mercy.”

    Boris got so turned on that he whimpered like a girl. “Yes, yes, Daddy, please treat me like your whore.”

    As Oscar’s ring finger entered the fray, Boris’ backside began to burn with the added friction. Oscar’s teeth then bit down hard on Boris’ tongue in his immobilizing grasp. The pain was excruciating, and soon there was a taste of blood in Boris’ mouth. In a state of panic, he tried to extricate his traumatized tongue. Fortunately, Oscar’s teeth let go of Boris’ pink slug, allowing it to escape back into its sanctuary. Inexplicably, however, Boris felt spellbound by the trauma despite the discomfort.

    “Wait till I gnaw on your pussy lips,” Oscar then menacingly forewarned.

    As they drove to Oscar’s home, Boris was exhilarated but pleased that he periodically had a tetanus injection. Boris was also hoping the bulge he had felt rubbing against him would live up to his expectations. Boris liked big cocks.

    For Oscar, the thought of the pink pucker he was about to appropriate almost made him hyperventilate with lust. He was going to binge on the ginger to his heart’s content.

    The two men had scarcely entered the apartment before the Yeti began manhandling Boris as he got forcibly pushed and shoved towards Oscar’s man cave. As they made the chaotic journey to Oscar’s room, clothes feverishly got stripped off their bodies by Oscar’s frantic hands.  

    With both men naked, their combined dreams transcended their expectations. Boris’ lithe and hairless milky nakedness almost had Oscar hyperventilating with lust. For Boris, the Yeti-like creature was a phantasmagorical manifestation of every fantasy Boris had ever had. Above all, the plump uncut phallus peeping through the mass of fur was breathtaking.

    As Boris lay back awaiting his primordial experience, he could not wait for the primitive ordeal awaiting him. Boris was ready to get transported into the caveman miasma of furry initiation by an alpha beast. Oscar did not disappoint as he commenced sniffing and grunting as he pounced on Boris’ body.

    “Oh, Jesus, you smell like golden syrup to me, baby,” he grunted with lust.

    In accordance, Boris squirmed like a captive virgin on her defloration night. The furriness enveloping Boris was mesmerizing, as Oscar encapsulated him like a predator about to devour its prey. After rubbing himself all over Boris like an animal marking its territory. Oscar lifted Boris’ legs and placed them over Boris’ head. A frantic sniffing and licking process commenced as Oscar began licking Boris’ backside, balls, and cock.

    “Oh, fuck,” Oscar roared as his tongue stabbed into Boris’ pucker. “Jesus, your pussy juice tastes like nectar. Mmm, I feel like a bee in a huge rose garden, baby. I’m going to fuck the pollen out of you.”  

    Oscar now began to suck on Boris’ hole like a bear frantically extracting honey. As Boris’ arse lips succumbed to the vacuum, Oscar started gnawing like a chipmunk. The lustful discomfort made Boris twitch uneasily as his extracted knot got nibbled on. It was sore but exhilaratingly stimulating.

    “Please… Please stop,” Boris cried.

    Oscar’s guttural and slurping response made it clear that he had no intention of letting up. The more Boris squirmed, the more intensely Oscar gnawed.

    “Oh, Jesus, please have mercy,” Boris began intoning as his arse lips began to burn.

    Oscar’s responded by jumping up and shoving his dick into Boris’ backside. Boris began whimpering as his arse now burned and ached. Leaning over Boris, Oscar grabbed Boris by the hair and yanked his torso up.

    As Oscar dismounted Boris, he grunted, “Come with me, you fuckin’ little sissy.”

    Oscar now roughly commandeered Boris’ body toward the bathroom.

    Upon entering the shower, Oscar barked, “Arch your back and push your backside out.”

    After again slamming his dick into Boris, Oscar let loose a torrent of piss into Boris.

    As Boris groaned, Oscar snarled, “That should soothe pathetic pussy.”

    The hot piss was indeed soothing, and the warmth of the urine felt awesome as his bowels expanded. As Oscar eventually commenced thrusting, Boris could feel the liquid gushing down the insides of his legs.

    “This is a waste of my precious nectar,” Oscar chided before adding, “You’ll be drinking my next deluge.”

    Boris had never experienced any piss-play and wondered how it would taste. He had never found the idea of someone pissing in his mouth appalling but had never found himself in this position. What was exciting Boris most, however, was the verbal and physical domination exercised over him. Sore as his arse and tongue were Boris had never enjoyed this level of exhilaration. From Oscar’s firm grip on his hips, Boris knew that he would get bruised.  

    “Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah, you little whore, take this fuckin’ cock,” Oscar repeatedly intoned. In addition, to continuously slapping Boris’ arse, back, and head. Boris had never indulged in real, rough sex like what he was experiencing. From the frantic anal assault by Oscar, Boris eventually felt his legs weakening. Thankfully, before he collapsed, Oscar let out a roar as he agitatedly unloaded.

    When Oscar extracted his dick, he turned Boris’ body and forced him to his knees. “Clean the mess off my cock,” Oscar then instructed.

    After Boris had licked Oscar’s dick and balls, Oscar returned his knob to Boris’ mouth. “I kept some nectar in reserve for you, slut, now drink!” Oscar ordered.

    Although the taste of Oscar’s piss was not delicious, strangely, Boris found it sensually agreeable.

    Once they got done, Oscar again grabbed Boris’ hair and forced his face down onto the shower floor. “Suck up that spillage, bitch,” Oscar shouted.

    As Boris did so, Oscar kneeled behind him and started lapping Boris pucker. As Oscar’s mouth began sucking, his kneading hands communicated that he wanted the contents of Boris backside. As Boris commenced pushing out the blended mixture, the contented murmurs from Oscar left him in doubt that he was correctly complying. 

    When they got back on the bed, Oscar leaned over and gave Boris a long lingering kiss.

    “Have you had a good time?” Oscar apprehensively asked.

    “Yes, fuck yes,” gushed Boris.

    With a relieved smile, Oscar replied, “Was anything too much… I mean, is there anything I need to tone down?”

    “No. I am a willing and eager student,” Boris said with a giggle.

    “That’s good,” Oscar replied as he lifted and straddled Boris’ torso. After doing so, he leaned over and pulled two straps from either side of the headboard. Next, Oscar secured Boris’ wrists in Velcro restraints. What followed was like watching a sex-starved chimpanzee going berserk.

    The following morning, every part of Boris’ body ached in divine agony.

    This event was the beginning of a rewarding and ongoing friendship between these two men, whose dreams got fulfilled.      

  • Dad’s Business Partner

    …I was so excited at the fact that I was going to be spending the weekend with my Dad’s business partner, Steve, especially with all the teasing Steve was doing to me at the office in front of my Dad!  Trying to control my youthful and horny imagination was no use, it started to happen again…

    Steve was standing next to my Father at his desk, he was bent over at the waist, exposing his round melon ass in those tight slacks.  My Father was showing Steve something on the computer when my Father’s favorite pen rolled off the desk and under his chair.  Steve wastes no time retrieving the pen that was next to my Father’s foot under the desk, he was immediately pleased to see my Father’s thick manly feet out of his leather dress shoes. 

    Dad would take off his shoes mid day in the office, his nylon polyester blend, dress socks, inside his leather dress shoes would heat up and create this musky odor that engulfed the office every time he did this.  Steve knew this and jumped at the chance for a closer look, and whiff, since my Dad’s feet usually stayed under his desk when his dress shoes came off.

    Steve was on his hands and knees, his round massive ass was stretching his slacks to the limit as he went in between my Dad’s legs, this gave Dad a perfect view of that meaty rump, and Steve now had a perfect view of my Father’s big socked foot.  As Steve went in to inhale, his slacks suddenly ripped down the center seam, exposing Steve’s hairy asshole!  

    The site was so intoxicating for my Father, he couldn’t help but lick his lips and rub his chubby cock that was growing in his tight slacks.  Steve wasn’t wearing underwear and didn’t care that his asshole was exposed even when the cool air tickled the hair around his pink starfish.  Steve was so fixated on my Father’s stinky feet, he took Dad’s foot with both hands and began to suck it ferociously through the musky nylon sock.  This made Dad start to moan

    Suddenly I was interrupted….

    “What would you like for dinner, Jeremy.” Steve asked me.  I thought I saw a sparkle in his eye when asked, as if we would be having our first date.

    “What would you like?” I asked back.

    “Well I could grill us some steaks?”

    “STEAKS!? Maybe I might join you two.” Dad chimed in.

    “That sounds great, Steve.” I replied.

    This made Steve winked at me with that special sparkle in his eyes, making me warm inside.

    “Perfect, I’m going to head out to the store and I will see you at my place, big guy!” Steve said as he squeezed my shoulder, he then strutted out of the office, his delicious ass bounced with each step, those slacks almost see through and skin tight.

    As soon as I got home, I made a dash for my bedroom, all I could think about was Steve’s stinky jockstrap under my pillow. I was going to sniff and lick it while I busted a quick nut, hoping this would settle me down before I got to Steve’s house.

    “Jeremy?” Mother called out as I got into my bedroom and closed the door. I had to ignore her and satisfy this urge, knowing I didn’t have much time.

    I jumped on my bed, reaching into my pants for my erection, while reaching under the pillow for that jockstrap, only to be disappointed! “Where the heck is it?” I said to myself as I began to tear my bed apart like some kind of junky looking for drugs, was I that much of a pervert for my Dad’s business partner, Steve?

    There was a firm knock on my bedroom door, “Be ready in ten, sport. I’m going to drop you off at Steve’s.” it was my Dad’s firm voice on the other side of my bedroom door.

    “OK!” I hollered back, still on the search for Steve’s dirty jockstrap. That’s when I noticed a pile of folded laundry in the corner of my room, and sure enough, there was Steve’s jockstrap, washed and cleaned. 

    FUCK! I thought to myself! Now I am really going to have to search around Steve’s place for another pair of his stinky underwear before I leave his place this weekend.

    Why do Mothers always feel the need to do their sons dirty laundry, that’s what I was thinking to myself as I began to pack my overnight bag for the weekend with Steve.

    I know Steve mentioned a hot tub, what kind of bathing suit should I pack, and what kind of bathing suit would Steve be wearing? Then my horny teenage hormones kicked in and I decided to play it off as if I forgot my bathing suit, maybe Steve would join me in his hot tub naked?

    On the drive over to Steve’s house I couldn’t help notice how amazing my Dad’s bulge looked in his tight faded jeans. Dad was taking Mom to the cabin where they would meet Kevin and Marcia. This meant Dad would be wearing these jeans all weekend, and I bet the crotch would really have his musky crotch scent when they get back. I loved seeing Dad’s massive chest bursting through his red flannel shirt that went perfect with his rugged camping boots that had an odor of their own.

    “Your Mother and I should be home Sunday afternoon.” Dad said with his firm voice as we pulled into Steve’s driveway.

    “No rush Dad.”  I replied

    “Maybe you could get Steve to bring you home on Sunday.”  Dad suggested, we both knew how exhausted he would be.  Dad was always exhausted after any time he spent with Mom, Marcia, and Kevin.

    “Sure Dad, I’ll tell Steve.” I assured my handsome Father, looking so manly stepping out of his truck, his jeans fitting nice and snug on his thick man ass.

    I grabbed my bag and followed my Dad to Steve’s front door, and I swear my eyes were glued to my Dad’s big butt in his tight jeans the whole time.

    The front door was unlocked and Steve left a note, Grilling in the backyard, come on in!

    “Boy are you going to feast tonight, I can smell the steaks from here.” Dad said unaware he was licking his own lips so seductively in front of me, the way his big tongue grazed over his thick mustache, what a stud I thought.

    I had to stop my mind from going crazy about my own Father!

    We walked into the backyard and there was the man of my dreams, Steve. He was wearing tight jeans like my Dad, only Steve’s were daisy duke jean shorts, and so tight he kept the top button undone. This exposed his furry happy trail that went up towards his manly chest, Steve was wearing a midriff Guns N Roses t-shirt, letting his hairy taught belly show, and a pair of old Birkenstocks, that looked so sexy on his beautiful feet. I could feel my dick starting to become erect.

    “Smells good buddy!” my Dad said as he examined the grill and the steaks that were about to be grilled to perfection. In my mind I was thinking how good Steve’s feet must smell, not to mention his crotch in those cut off shorts, denim adds an extra odor and makes men sweat more.

    “You sure you don’t want to stay with us guys?” Steve said while giving my Dad a playful wink of the eye.

    “I wish.” Dad replied.

    “You must be meeting up with Marcia and Kevin? Those two are wild ones.” Steve said, this time giving me a playful wink as if I knew something about Marcia and Kevin?

    I had to make a dash to the restroom, not only to take care of the raging boner that I felt coming, but I wanted to scope out Steve’s laundry hamper where I would find a replacement of the jockstrap that my mother washed. “Can I use your restroom?”

    “Sure thing, it’s in my bedroom, the door on the left.” Steve said while he tended to the steaks, giving me a nice view of his thick ass in those tight cut off jean shorts.

    As soon as I got into Steve’s bedroom I smelt that odor that was inside his jockstrap, that probably came from his big sweaty balls and taint hole, my cock was rock hard. 

    I loved seeing his unmade bed, with animal lion print sheets, it took every part of me not to strip down and jump into Steve’s bed.  Rolling around naked in his scented sheets would be a dream come true.

    Steve has such a bachelor pad, there were no traces of anything feminine in sight, and that manly musky scent brushed with nice cologne, I wanted to move in with Steve.

    The bathroom door was on the left, I walked in and my senses were hit with stronger musk that had an undertone of piss. There’s nothing sexier than watching a grown man release a hot stream of piss.  At first I was turned off by the golden shower, but with Steve I would let him pee all over me, even in my mouth.  This makes those alpha tops feel like they are marking their territory, which is alright with me.

    In the corner of the bathroom was a laundry hamper and it was full of Steve’s dirty clothes, jackpot! Knowing that Steve is a bachelor and did his own laundry I was sure to find some traces of his taint and cock inside his jockeys and I’m sure he has some dirty socks with his sweaty footprints embedded in the socks.

    I quickly locked the door, then I opened the hamper and was hit with Steve’s strong musky odor from his dirty clothes, it was pure heaven for me! You can tell so much about a man by looking through his dirty laundry, underwear for instance; boxers or briefs, are there piss or cum stains, does his ass leave any marks, how worn are they in the crotch area that hug his big balls, has he farted so much they have a hole on the ass, what were his favorite brands, would I find some jockstraps or bikini briefs…my mind was going wild with imagination!

    Opening the hamper there were a pair of dress socks and an undershirt, it had to be the ones Steve was wearing today as they were both damp with his musky sweat. I buried my face in the pit of Steve’s undershirt and inhaled, that scent made my balls tighten up with excitement, I had to keep searching for more.

    There they were, the worn white jockstrap! It wasn’t the same pair obviously, it was actually a more worn pair with deeper scents and heavier stains! This would be the pair that I had to steal in the hopes that my mother wouldn’t find them and try washing that delicious man scent out again like she did before.

    I examined the jockstrap closely, it was such a turn on how most straight men will keep a pair of underwear until they are hanging on by a thread, and Steve was no different. Unfortunately Mom would throw Dad’s underwear away if she ever found a stain or they started looking too worn, and since Dad only wore tighty whities stains were hard to conceal.

    After I hid Steve’s jockstrap in my bag I quickly made my way back outside, I didn’t want anything to seem suspicious.

    Dad said his goodbyes before Steve served the steaks from the grill, and watching Steve tend the grill made me want to eat him just as bad. I bet Steve’s cock had just as much flavor as the filet mignon, and his ass was just as juicy, this weekend I was going to find out for myself.

    “I’m going to slip into something comfortable so I can enjoy this meal, I must be growing, these shorts are getting tight.”  Steve smiled at me as he walked down the hall to his bedroom, unbuttoning his jean shorts all the way down.

    I had a view of Steve standing in his bedroom from down the hall.  He must have know this as his began to undress, bending over and exposing his ass to me.  

    Steve took a pair of shorts from his bed, and before he put them on, he looked over his shoulder and motioned for me to join him in his bedroom.  My heart began to race, there was my Dad’s business partner butt naked, hinting for me to pursue him.  Since Steve hadn’t showered yet, sweating in front of the grill, his scent was twice as strong, my hunger for him was becoming so intense I couldn’t control myself.  I wanted to run into that room, throw Steve stomach first on his messy bed, and dive into that big juicy man ass.

    Let me know if you want to read more…xoxo

  • The Hung Bunch Go Hollywood

    “Excuse me, you can’t enter, the street is closed for filming” said a girl wearing a headset. She was standing next to a young guy wearing a headset.

    “SUCK MY DICK!” snarled Frank as he pushed past them, we followed him. Frank, Vinnie, Eric and I had cut school on a Monday and were in downtown East Lansing hanging out and we wanted to get a coffee. We kept walking to the Starbucks. Wow! There was a film crew all over the area, trailers around and a camera on a crane. The Starbucks was closed and the out of business furniture store next to it had been decorated to look like the “Imperial Bank.”

    “This is a closed set!” yelled a big guy who was with three other big guys. “You have to leave!”

    “Oh, these boys are just curious about making a movie. I’m sure they won’t get in the way” said another guy who came over.

    It was DIRK SHAW! Dirk Shaw the 42-year-old action movie star who’d won an Oscar a few years ago for playing a crusading lawyer. He wasn’t as handsome, was shorter and less muscular looking in person.

    “We promise not get in the way Mr. Shaw, we’re big fans!” said the smiling Frank.

    “Call me Dirk.”

    “Sure, Dirk.”

    “Chip, these boys are my guests. I have to get ready; Chip will take care of you.”

    “Right, Dirk!” said Chip the production manager. “Come with me,” we followed him to an area near the exterior bank set.

    Dirk Shaw had been married to a female former makeup artist for 11 years and had three kids, there weren’t any gay rumors about him. But he sure as hell was! He obviously checked us all out. I could see his eyes zeroing in on our crotches. The way he spoke was unlike how he sounded in the movies. It was just enough hint of gay voice to let us know what was up.

    Crash Job was some lame heist flick where Dirk and three good-looking younger nobody actors played a gang who rob a seemingly minor bank because Russian mobsters have stashed hundreds of millions worth of dollars in diamonds in safe deposit boxes there.

    “Action!” yelled the English-accented cool looking director in his 30’s.

    A car drove down the street, it parked, and Dirk and his posse got out and entered the bank. This part took several takes and couple of hours to to get. “That’s a wrap!” yelled the director. Everyone started packing up. Dirk wasn’t around, so we turned around to leave.

    “Excuse me” said a tall handsome dark-haired built guy in his late 20’s. “I’m Daniel, Dirk’s personal assistant. He’d really like you all to visit him tonight at 10:00 PM at the Bellwood, he’s in the Presidential Suite.”

    “That would be possible, Daniel” smiled Frank.

    “Dirk really appreciates bluntness” said Daniel as he handed each of us an envelope.

    “We’ll be very blunt” said Frank.

    “Oh, be careful of Dirk’s hair…”

    Holy Fuck! Our envelopes each had a $1000! We were big-time studs!

    At 10:30 that night, we swaggered into the grand old Bellwood Hotel’s lobby. We were each wearing torn tight jeans, showing off our massive junk as we weren’t wearing underwear, black work boots, white T-shirts and scruffy black leather biker jackets. We were so badass! We got a lot of looks from the sophistos in the lobby. We went up to the VIP front desk.

    “We’re here to see Mr. Shaw” said Frank in a deep voice to the cute blond, blue-eyed 24-year-old black-suited hotel agent who stared at us. His name badge said Lance. Lance was a real beauty, the kind if that you were into guys made your dick instantly pop, especially when seeing his luscious pouty cock sucking lips.

    “Mr. Shaw is expecting you, that elevator will take you directly up to the Presidential Suite” said Lance in his gay voice.

    “Thank you, Lance” said Frank, extending his hand. Lance extended his, and Frank gave him a firm handshake, Frank noticed his wedding ring.

    “What does your husband do?”

    “He’s a medical resident.”

    “Bagged yourself a doctor, nice Lance. I bet you keep him really happy.”

    Lance blushed and nodded, “Well, have a good evening sir.”

    “We plan to, see you around.”

    We walked to the elevator, just knowing that Lance was watching us. We got to the Presidential Suite and knocked.

    “Hey, I was getting anxious that you guys weren’t coming” said Dirk when he opened the door wearing a red velvet robe.

    Frank punched him in the stomach! Dirk fell to floor. Frank bent his head and spat on Dirk’s face. Frank undid his belt, unzipped his jeans and stood proud with his eight and half inch hard cut dick out.

    Dirk was still moaning from just getting punched, but his eyes lit up at the sight of Frank’s prize dick that was better than an Oscar! Dirk Shaw had millions of dollars, that Oscar and fans around the world. But he was also a cocksucking bottom who craved to be put in his place by young tops with prime dicks. In a split second, he had that movie star mouth wide open and was slobbering all over Frank’s cock and then gobbling Frank’s smooth swaying ball sack.

    Vinnie, Eric and I undid our jeans and took our junk out, we spat on Dirk. This old movie star was on his knees groveling before us four 18-year-old gods, each with a thick cut rod of at least eight inches. Dirk Shaw took his mouth off Frank’s cock and went to work on Vinnie’s eight and quarter tool while stroking Eric and my eight-inch cocks. Dirk fondled my balls. He was a demon working on our dicks with his hands and mouth. Oh, fuck! Dirk was now sucking my cock. I stared down into his bulging eyes and saw the face I’d seen on the big screen stuffed with my dick and his tongue licking it all over. I looked at his lustrous dark brown hair. Up close, it appeared to be some kind of wig or “hair system.” His hair was as fake as the rest of him, none of us touched it.

    Frank pulled Dirk off my dick, raised him up and ripped off his red velvet robe. Dirk had a smoking chiseled lean body, as befitting an action star. He was wearing a red jock strap, encasing his puny junk. He was clearly not hung; his bulge wasn’t much. No wonder he was a big dick worshipper, Mr. Movie Star had tiny meat. The wardrobe department must pad his crotch so it looks bigger on screen!

    We grabbed him and hustled him to the bedroom and tossed him in the bed. He moaned as he got into the doggie position, on his hands and knees, ass raised. Wow! There was Dirk Shaw’s fine round butt and his weathered hole presented to us to fuck. Frank set his iPhone to the Rolling Stones, “Start Me Up,” indeed!

    Frank lubed his lethal weapon, slapped Dirk’s ass and just rammed it right in. Dirk was in ecstasy. “Deeper! Fuck me deeper!” He howled in his familiar voice.  Frank complied; I’d never seen him so rough before. When Frank came, he pulled out and blasted Dirk’s back with an explosion of cum. Money shot!

    Vinnie, Eric and I took our turns with our cocks on Dirk’s ass. I fucked my first movie star! I seeded his ass! We were all fucked out, Dirk was sobbing, twitching and shaking. “Get him up!” yelled Frank. I could see that Dirk’s red jock strap was all stained up from his cumming by our fucking him.

    We grabbed him and Frank led us to the bathroom, Frank threw Dirk into the lavish sunken bathtub. Holy fucking shit! Frank was PISSING on Dirk! Frank’s triumphant cock was spraying piss all over Dirk including his face! Talk about marking territory! Vinnie, Eric and I began pissing on Dirk.

    “Was that blunt enough for you?” said Frank.

    “It was fantastic!” laughed Dirk, “Same time tomorrow?”

    “You got it” said Frank.

    So, the next two nights were rerun rad fuck sessions with Dirk, with us each getting an $1000 envelope.

    We were in the Bellwood lobby, dressed in our badass gear about to check in again with Lance before going up to the Presidential Suite.

    “Mr. Shaw sends his deepest regrets, he’s unable to keep his commitment, but tomorrow night is on” said Lance. “He asked me to give you these” he said as he handed us each an envelope.

    “What gives, Lance?” said Frank.

    “It was a last-minute guest slot with Jimmy Fallon in New York. Mr. Shaw left this afternoon.”

    “Aww, we were expecting to have fun tonight” said Frank.

    “I get off at midnight” said Lance, his face flushed and his lips quivering, “If you’d like to have fun with me.”

    “Oh, I know I speak for everyone when I say, we’d definitely be into it. Don’t you have to get home to your husband?”

    “He’s doing a 36-hour shift at the hospital.”

    “What’ll we do for the next hour and a half?”

    Lance gave Frank his debit card, “Hang out in the bar, and I’ll meet you there. After, I have access to a room.”

    “Sounds like a plan!” laughed Frank.

    In our torn tight jeans showing off our massive junk as we weren’t wearing underwear, black work boots, white T-shirts and scruffy black leather biker jackets, we strutted into the fancy wood-paneled Bellwood bar. The old sophistos pretended not to notice us. We piled into a secluded booth.

    “What’re you boys having?” asked the cheerful middle-aged waiter with a gay lilt in his voice.

    “Four Gray Goose dirty martinis” said Frank.

    “Coming right up!” said the waiter who didn’t ask to see our fake IDs.

    So, we sat sipping our perfect martinis, vaping on our JUULs, our dicks stiff in anticipation of tapping Lance’s beautiful mouth and firm young ass.

    “Another round gentleman?”

    “Yes, indeed and we’ll take a fifth” said Frank, “We’ll close out.”

    The waiter returned with our drinks. Frank paid the check with Lance’s debit card, leaving a generous tip.

    “Hey!” said Lance. He was medium height; up close he was so fuckable as he crammed into the booth with us and began sipping his martini. Frank and Lance were grinning. Sure enough, I saw that under the table Lance had his hand on Frank’s crotch and was kneading his hardon. Oh, yeah! We had ourselves a hot fucking slut! Lance swilled down his drink and rose. He was so ready for action. We left the bar and took an elevator. Walking down the hall, I could see that Lance had a fine ass. We got to a room and entered. It wasn’t as grand as the Presidential Suite, but it would do for what we all had in mind.

    Frank wrapped his arms around Lance, they embraced as if they were long-time lovers. Their mouths and tongues passionately devoured each other’s. Their hands caressed each other’s bodies. Frank lowered Lance to the ground. Lance stared up with his gorgeous face and wide blue eyes and then his hands undid Frank’s belt, unzipped his jeans, and his eight and half inches sprang forward.

    Oh! What a beautiful sight! An eager gorgeous young WASP blond cocksucking bottom on his knees servicing a young masculine dark hung Italian American top. Lance got down to business on Frank’s cock as he stood stroking that shimmering blond hair that was real. Lance was a virtuoso cocksucker, swirling his tongue around Frank’s cockhead and licking the underside, driving Frank wild. Lance slathered every bit of that long fat shaft with his lips and tongue and finding his way to Frank’s heroic balls which got expertly tea bagged. Then it was on to a serious round of deepthroating. Lance moved his head and mouth all around to accommodate Frank’s exceptional manhood.

    Frank stood in a state of bliss from Lance’s cocksucking. He edged Lance off, there was Frank’s magnificent rod gleaming with Lance’s spittle and his precum. He raised up Lance, they took their clothes off. Lance had a nice tight lean bod and a nice seven incher that was rock hard. His ass was as appealing as the rest of him. Two sculpted cheeks framing an inviting pink clean hole. Frank propelled him to the bed on his back. Lance raised his legs. Frank lubed them up and thrust his hardon into Lance in a steady yet tender swoop. “Oh, my God!” moaned Lance.

    Frank who could be so rough when fucking, was now gently making love to Lance with his cock. Lance’s ass would bang back at Frank’s dick. It was so moving watching them as they were in The Zone with their fucking, listening to their sounds of pleasure.

    Lance was yelping and soon his swollen dick spurted cum on to Frank’s chest. Frank kept fucking Lance and was cumming in him. They hugged each other briefly. Then Lance got up, out of the bed smiling and walked toward us. By then we were nude on the couch where we’d been watching him getting fucked, while playing with our stiff leaking dicks out, waiting for our turn.

    Lance dropped to his knees and sucked Vinnie’s eight and a quarter inch. Then Lance did Eric and my eight inches. He was a damned fine cocksucker and nearly got me off early. I guess because it had been so romantic with Frank and Lance, Vinnie wanted it nasty.

    “Ride my cock, bitch” he snarled.

    So, Lance sat on Vinnie’s cock and rode it up and down till Vinnie came. Then Lance rode Eric and then me. I would have preferred missionary but I’m low man on the totem pole but I do get to be the boss with my cute 18-year-old boyfriend Alex.

    We all showered, dressed and went to our homes.

    “Would you boys like to be in the movie?” asked Dirk who was in the bathtub drenched in our piss after another rough fuck session the next night.

    “Wow, Dirk!” said Frank, “That would be so exciting!”

    “Aww, it’s background, but you’ll see what’s it’s like. Daniel is in the living room he’ll give you the details. See you tomorrow night.”

    We showered, dressed and went to the living room. Daniel was sitting at a coffee table with a bunch of papers.

    “Hey boys, the director wants more hot young guys to play SWAT team members. It’ll be a lot of standing around and running in uniform, is that cool?”

    “Sure, Daniel” said Frank.

    “Great, everyone fill these payment forms out and be at the wardrobe truck at 7:00 AM tomorrow.”

    “We’ll do!”

    “Oh, I’m glad you guys showed up to take Dirk off my hands at night. I have a lot of stamina but Dirk as you know is insatiable and satisfying him was wearing me out! I was too pooped to fuck my husband, for Christ’s sake. Thanks, and see you on the set.”

    “Good morning, I’m Randy, I’ll be fitting you for your costumes” said the tall skinny long-haired guy who looked like he just graduated college, in his gay voice. We were in the wardrobe truck with lots of clothing racks of stuff.

    “Hey, Randy, I’m Frank. I have a problem that will make the fitting complicated.”

    “Oh?”

    “Yeah, it’s this” said Frank unzipping his jeans and hauling out his hard dick. “See, it’ll get in the way!”

    “Frank, I do see that you’re right that THAT is quite a problem. I could take care of your problem and everyone else’s.”

    “That would be so great, Randy!”

    Randy dropped to his knees and began sucking away on Frank’s dick and licking his balls. Frank came rapidly. Randy sure could suck a cock. Vinnie, Eric and I all blasted down his throat. Morning blowjobs rock!

    “Action!” yelled the 35-year-old English director Alan Gregory, who’d directed several hit Hollywood action movies. He was medium height, slim, and had a strong if quirky presence.

    For the next three days we hung around outside the bank getting filmed as part of the SWAT team, then storming the building and running around inside. Dirk and his gang had escaped with the diamonds through a secret tunnel. It was all kind of boring, but Randy’s morning blowjobs were a treat. We were done we returned our costumes for the last time.

    “Alan would like to meet with all” said a guy to us outside the wardrobe truck.

    “Sure” said Frank.

    “I’ve been looking at the footage and you lads bloody well pop! You’re all so masculine, confident and charismatic! Dirk speaks very highly of you. You’ve inspired my new idea to improve the film…” said Alan the director in his English accent while we were all in his trailer.

    Originally, there were scenes in a conference room where Dirk and his crew had tied up bank employees played by extras. Alan’s outlined his script change, three of the gang untie a young guy, hustle him off to another office while Dirk watches over the hostages. They come back later with the guy and it’s implied that they raped him. Nothing was shown but the audience would get it. Dirk being a beloved star didn’t participate in that.

    The next morning, we were hanging out nude in an office set as directed by Alan. Eventually, the door opened and in walks a hot young brown-haired guy in a suit and tie. “What the fuck?!” he yelled when he saw us. Alan emerged from another door.

    “Calm down Rick” said Alan. “I cast you as an extra because you have a great look, I gave you five lines because you’ve got a good voice and personality. Trust me, this new sequence is going to jumpstart your career. You’re a 23-year-old nobody in Nowheresville, you’re not getting any younger, this is the way! You’re perfect! A straight all-American guy gets ravaged by a gang of thugs it’ll be riveting cinema!”

    “What the fuck are you talking about? Ok, I agreed to play this new bit with reluctance, that I get raped off screen by three guys. What’s going on with these guys here?”

    “Ah! Imagine how much truer it will seem if you really were raped! The pain and anguish on your face, the physical reactions afterward it will be sensational! We just filmed you entering the office and cut. Later, we see the door open, and you stumble out after having really been raped followed by the three gang members who are walking behind you grinning. Such realism! Then when you return to the conference room your co-workers instantly know what happened and offer sympathetic and sad expressions. This will be a standout bit!”

    “Are you expecting me to get fucked by these guys and then walk out and pretend the three actors did it?”

    “Exactly!” said Alan handing Rick an envelope. Rick opened it and gasped. “You can buy yourself and your girlfriend a lot of nice things. So, are we on?” Rick nodded. “Super! In reality the gang members would want their pricks sucked first. Go to it Rick!” said Alan as he turned on a camcorder on a tripod.

    “What the fuck, Alan?! You’re recording this?!”

    “Major executives and industry people are going to be offering you so much work if you pull this off!”

    The trembling Rick with tears in his eyes slowly walked over to us who were now sitting nude on a couch with our great tools out. We were told to be silent. Rick in his suit and tie got on his knees, just staring at Frank’s menacing cock. Frank put his hand on the back of Rick’s head and guided him to his cock. Rick looked disgusted as he opened his mouth and Frank pushed Rick down on his cock.

    “Excellent! 10 minutes per prick, I’ll let you know when to move on” said Alan at the camera. So, for 10 minutes Rick endured sucking his first dick with Frank as his aggressive teacher. It was so fucking hot watching Rick struggle to suck cock and lick balls. “Next!” Vinnie grabbed Rick head and viciously face-fucked him. “Next!” By now, Rick was catching on and was giving Eric a decent blowjob. Shit! When he got to me, he knew how to work my dick like a pro! Going last sometimes has its advantages!

    “Very good! Now Rick, we’ll get to the main course! After you’ve been roughed up and degraded by giving head for the first time, your spirit is broken. You know what’s coming next and you’re resigned to hit. Rick get up, walk to the desk, take down your trousers and knickers and bend over.”

    The shaking Rick got up and did as directed. There was this young straight Michigan guy bent over a desk, his pants at his ankles displaying his creamy virgin hairy asshole for us to fuck!

    “Action!” yelled Alan.

    Frank and we started to move in.

    “Hey! What about lube?” said Rick.

    “They wouldn’t have lube. It’s all impromptu, they’d use spit. Now, boys keep in mind the gang wouldn’t have a lot of time for this. Be brutal as you can and get yourselves off as fast as possible” said Alan.

    Frank grinned, spat a few times on his hands, fingered the sobbing Rick and slicked up his dick. He rammed it into the crying Rick and for five minutes thrust his hips and cock and pounded out Rick. He grunted, pulled out and there was Rick’s ass leaking cum. Vinnie was even rougher as held Rick’s hips and fucked him mercilessly. He pulled out and Rick’s ass was a cummy mess. Eric did his thing. When it was my turn, I was so horned up! I tried to be as evil as I could with my cock! I fucked Rick like he was a bitch, which he was after taking three big dicks. I shot off buckets of cum in him.

    “Excellent! Rick pull yourself together” said Alan.

    Rick painfully stood up and pulled up his underwear and pants. Holy shit! The desk was covered in puddles of cum! Rick had shot a few times! Of course, we satisfy our bitches! Oh, we gave him a workout he’ll never forget.

    As a gay total top, sex with a slutty cocksucking bottom who owns what he is, is sensational. But, I got to tell you, it’s so fucking hot to break in a straight guy who never thought about dick before. Especially because most of them look down on gays. Their scared eyes, the loud sounds they make, their awkward sucking, their tight resistant asses, it’s such a victory when it’s done, when they’ve been used as a cum bucket. It’s a great feeling to have crushed a straight guy, shattering their masculine pride as they’ve now sucked dick and taken it up the ass. They’re never the same afterward. I’m so glad and proud to be buds with Frank, Vinnie and Eric, I never would have had these rad adventures without them.

    Six months later, we went to the mall so see Crash Job. WOW! There we were, looking great in our black SWAT team uniforms on the big screen. Dirk was Dirk. Alan did a very good job with it even though it was the same old. Rick was amazing! Alan filmed his post-rape walk down the hallway in one take, panning in for closeups of Rick’s teary face and pained red eyes. The way Rick limped was so real, he never could have done it if not for getting fucked by four on point hung tops like us! The sadness and embarrassment of his co-workers when he was brought back into the conference room was so touching. Even before Crash Job had come out and was a hit, Rick was signed to play the lead in a superhero movie. Alan was right about his career taking off. We never heard from any of them again, that’s Hollywood.

  • Seduced by a 18 year old

    This is more about the Seduced by A 18-Year-Old. He was sucking my cock and driving me crazy with how he knew when I was about to cum, he would stop and come up and kiss me long and deep as I moaned yes. He did this about four times till I begged him to let me cum son, He lol out and said only if you will fuck me coach. I said anything son I need to shot a load and moaned please son. He kissed his way back to my cock and sucked till I said, I’m going to cum son and tried to pull him off. He moaned and pulled off and said shot it in my mouth coach, I shot my load and he came up and locked on my lips again. He was feeding me some of my own cum and asked how I liked getting suck by a Wrestler. I just kissed him and said this was wild son and I had never done anything like this before. He asked if I like tasting my own cum, I said it was wild son. He said great coach now fuck me. 

    I tried to say I don’t know if I can do this son, he begged me please coach you said you would and you shot you load in my mouth lol. I said you asked me to do that and I gave in to him. He said great coach and got on his knees. I started to pull my jock off and he said no coach leave it on just pull you cock out the side again. He had pulled his jock over his cock again and said this feels hot like this coach. My cock was still wet and he use some of his own cum on his hole from in his jock, this was from the load he shot in it as he sucked me. I started getting hard watch this and his ass in the air, I rubbed my cock over his wet hole till I was fully hard again. I asked him you sure about this son before I pushed it in him. He moaned yeah coach fuck me. I started to push my cock in his hole it was so tight and I didn’t think it would go in. He pushed back and it popped in his hole about two inches, he moaned oh coach it hurts. I said let’s stop son, he begged me no coach go deeper as he pushed back hard as I pushed forward. He moaned and cried some and I ask you want me to stop. He said no coach give me a minute to adjust. He started pushing back and fucking his self and cried out like a moan fuck me sir. I fucked him for about ten minutes before he said deeper sir and harder, please. I did fuck him till he had all of me and his crying turn to more of a louder moan yes sir that’s it fuck my boy cunt. 

    I moaned and said son I’m about to cum and started to pull out. He pushed back and said no coach fill my boy hole with your hot cum. I shot my load and pulled out slow. I fell on the bed next to him, as I pulled the jock over my cock and said that was wild son. He laid on top me and kissed me again long and deep. He stopped and said did you like it coach as he laid on top me. I said this was the wildest thing I have ever did son and pull his face in for a kiss and said think you.

    As we laid kissing, he said coach you want to try some more. I said sorry son I don’t think I can take you fucking me this is new to me. He lol and said no sir I want to 69 and shot at the same time. I said sure if you want this, we can try it. He said trust me coach you will like it. He asked how I like keeping my jock on to fucking him. He said he loves the feel of this and shot a load in his jock. I said it was very hot feeling my balls hitting your jock pouch and balls in it. He said lets started with sucking each other’s in the jock first. His jock was we with cum still as I sucked on it. Soon I pulled his cock out the side like he did mine and took his cock in my mouth. He was on top and started face fucking me deeper and keeping it down longer. I was having a hard time with this and gagging for air. He was taking me like a pro and never gagged on my cock as he moaned louder and louder oh coach. He pulled off my cock and said coach tap my ass when you get ready to cum but don’t swallow the load, I want to try something.

    He went back on my cock and sucked it harder and deeper. He was playing with my balls and would slip a finger in my hole a few times, it was driving me crazy as he did it and pushed it deeper each time. His fingers were not too big so it slipped in my hole easier when he used some cum on it. I didn’t want him doing this but it felt good and was making me harder. I was going to shot my load and tapped on his ass. He pushed his finger back in me and deeper this time till he hit the spot. This pushed me over top and I slipped two of my big fingers in his hole that was still wet with cum. He moaned and we both shot loads in each other mouth. He shot so much I had to swallow some even after he said not to swallow. When I stop shooting, he pulled off and spun around on top me. He kissed me with a mouth full of my cum and his mixing them together as we kissed. He started to swallow all of it and pulled me on top him so he could take it all. 

    After I rolled to the side, he said thanks coach pulled his wet jock off he pushed it in my mouth and said can I use your shower. I pulled the jock out my mouth and said anything you want son. He walked to the bathroom and I was done and could get up. He was only in there about five minutes before he came out with a towel. He said I need to go meet some friends and look at the time your son will be home soon. He leaned down and kissed me long and hard as I was still on the bed. I asked if he could use a few things and grab a speedo as he pulled it on. I said take what you want son. He grabbed his jock that he was wearing from school and said keep this for me as he pushed it to my face. He was so hot in that tight fitting speedo as he dressed, he took a Jock and wrestling singlet. He said he would call me. I was hoping to go in the shower with him but he knew we need to stop. I picked everything up and jumped in the shower. just as I was pulling on my underwear, I heard my son come in. This was very close I was thinking as he called off for me.

    I will write more later.

  • Magick Boy

    As the stories go he was normal and average looking until that special someone came into their life.

    This isn’t that yes it does have someone average looking but nothing about them is normal and nothing around them is normal. If you are reading this you are probably gay or at least heavily interested in male on male sex.

    Avery Smith, an average-looking man was working his day job as a programmer for a gaming company. The day started average until a company-wide email was sent out saying that someone new was hired to be the general office assistant. Avery hadn’t realized that the old one was fired but was thankful anyway as having someone new always turned up interesting results from the rest of his coworkers. He smelt something odd in the air until he looked around and saw the new person. They were incredibly sexy wearing a nice shirt that showed off every muscle he had on his chest and fitting enough jeans to make everything look nice but just enough to not piss off HR. His auburn hair and green eyes suited him well, Avery had thought to himself. He then turned back to his computer and kept working writing code until he saw a few papers end up on his desk and he looked around and saw the new assistant was just behind him.

    “H…Hello uhm i don’t think these papers are supposed to be mine,” Avery stumbled out with a slight hue of red forming on his cheeks.

    “No they are yours, someone emailed me to say that i should print these out and give them to you. It’s rather silly to have me doing these errands since they can just send you them through an email, but so is my line of work,” The assistant said, “So Avery what do you do around here?”

    “Well I am a coder and mostly I just work on making sure that the area around the player is randomly generated when it is supposed to be so. I uh, what’s your name by the way. I can’t believe I forgot to ask or even read it in the email.”

    “Ashton, thank you for actually asking instead of just saying my name to me this feels more formal and kind. Anyway, I need to run a few errands for some other people. If you need me just email me and I will help you with anything that you need,” Ashton had replied putting on a suave voice on the last part. He then turned around and walked off.

    Avery noticed the way his butt jiggled slightly in Ashton’s jeans as he was walking away and felt a slight stirring in his pants. He cursed himself and then focused himself on his work which did have the intended effect of calming him down.

    He had a long night, Avery, he was focused on Ashton and how he saw him move. He then grabbed some candles, herbs, and twine from around his condo. The thing that isn’t normal about him is the fact that he was a modern mage. There is a whole society of them living in the world as well as other creatures, mainly those that live their lives during the night or as beasts that protect the wild with extreme religious devotion. Those that are mages though use many means and beliefs to channel their magicks and Avery chose to believe in gods and monsters and everything that haunts the world. He focused his beliefs through cards, candles, twine, and anything that he could write on or make something out of. He was wanting to look through the flame with candles bound by twine with the scent of the herbs. His goal and hope was to see Ashton and what he did during the rest of the day and into the night.

    For many hours its seemed like Ashton was a regular normal man who lived his life in solitude as well. Until it got dark, he saw Ashton rifling through one of his draws and saw an old leather paper with words being written on it mystically. He saw the names of some mages he knew and then some vampires he had heard of. He then understood that Ashton was a werewolf, so then he grabbed his work laptop and emailed him that he needed some help with something at home. He then looked back into the flame and saw Ashton look at his phone at the notification and saw him reply ‘Sure thing why don’t you tell me where you live.’ Avery smiled as his plan had worked to get him over to his place of living. He then saw his name pop up onto the paper. Then he had failed at keeping himself safe. As he was looking through the flame he saw Ashton’s hand turn into a wolf’s paw and then back again. Avery then emailed back trying to play everything cool, ‘I live on 146 W 20th.’ He thought so long as he kept his cool and played the little game he was about to play that he would be able to make it through the night alive.

    30 minutes later and Avery heard a knock at his door, he went to open it and saw Ashton in a button-up shirt that was only halfway buttoned and even snugger-looking jeans showing off every single muscle and framing a well-sized bulge. Even in the face of his death, he was still turned on by this sight, “Hey thanks for coming, you said you’d be able to help with anything I need and I need some help cooking. See I bought this chicken that I am supposed to bring to the office tomorrow and I have no idea what to make with it.”

    Ashton then let out a chuckle, “This is not what I thought when I said anything. But I do like helping and you are one of my interests. So show me where your kitchen is and where your cooking utensils and spices are.”

    Avery then led the way and showed him where everything was and then he watched as Ashton began cooking. A little bit in he saw some sweat beading on Ashton’s face he then looked at the rest of his body being sweaty and he began to feel a stirring in his pants

    “Do you have the heat on or something?” Ashton had asked Avery.

    “No.”

    “Do you mind if i take my shirt off then, it should help a little I think? And if i don’t know better from the way your face is colored with a slight red hue on it now you would most likely like to see me shirtless.”

    “Your assessment would be correct? I would like that? Are you gay?”

    “Yes I am and now I am guessing you are as well”

    Avery nodded in the affirmative and then waited to reply as he watched Ashton slowly take off his shirt. Then in a trance, he was watching his body and nothing else until Ashton’s shirt hit him in the face.

    “Oh, I didn’t realize I was getting a strip show.” Avery had said with a smirk forming on his face now knowing that maybe his chances of getting through the night were very swiftly increasing.

    “Ha, maybe we should just finish cooking before we move on to what you are thinking of. Though knowing you from the little bit I have gleamed, you already know what I am? Am I wrong?”

    “Well you’re gay but you just told me that. So I really don’t know what you mean.”

    “No not that, you know what I mean you, little magick boy.”

    “Ah you know that do you?”

    “Yes I do, could I feel the coldness of someone watching me? If I was human would you have done the same thing of magically spying on me?”

    “I… I would have yes, you are extraordinary looking and I am a bit of a social introvert so this would have helped me talk to you more, and well it would have gotten me off for the night.”

    “Gross, but fine I will forgive you because that is my nature. Do you expect me to kill you?”

    “No Ashton, I don’t think I do anymore. You seem rather comfortable around me for being a breed that would love to see me dead.”

    “Well, you’re right. I am not and I am rather comfortable around you. Hold for a second while I finish up.” Ashton then focused on his cooking. Avery finally relaxed and then just watched Ashton finish cooking.

    “So.” Ashton said with a smirk after putting the finished dish in multiple sets of tupperware, “Now that I have finished up, would you require anything else from me?”

    “Well no, but that doesn’t mean you have to leave if you don’t want to. I am open to relaxing with you if you want. Drinking, smoking, watching, doing. Does any of that interest you? You know what I can do.”

    “Hmm so then if i am free of doing some minor work outside of work i wouldn’t mind relaxing here. I am open to smoke with you if you have a blunt or bowl ready.”

    “Well i have a bong and a bowl, just have to grind some weed up.” Then with a wave of Avery’s hand, a grinder floated up and opened. Then with a wave of his other hand, a bud floated up and put itself into the grinder. The finished product then floated up in a stream into a bowl. Then Avery walked up and grabbed a lighter on the way to the floating bowl and lit it and took the first draw on it showing Ashton how to use it.

    Ashton grabbed the bowl for himself and took a long deep draw in burning out the entire bowl, “Shit sorry didn’t mean to do that maybe we should use your bong it won’t burn up like this one.”

    Then with the same motions, Avery took it into the bong and grabbed it, and took a rip off of it. Again showing Ashton how to use it. Ashton took a large rip and then laid back on Avery’s couch, “That. That is the stuff right there. You mages sure know how to party.”

    “That we do,” Avery said as he proceeded to take a bong rip the same size as Ashton’s. He then laid back right next to Ashton and laid his hand on his thigh waiting for it to be pushed off. It never came and Avery felt his face turn a darker shade of red. Ashton took a look at the hand on his thigh and then at Avery’s face, “So little magick boy I think you are wearing an unfair amount.” He then proceeded to lift Avery’s shirt off his head and then he removed his own pants showing that Ashton was wearing red boxer briefs. Ashton then nodded at Avery to do what he just did. Avery then took off his pants, lifting his hips off the couch to do so, showing that he was wearing a jockstrap with a shiny silver pouch. 

    Ashton let out a little laugh showing that he was feeling the effects upon him now. He then started stroking Avery’s thigh with a devilish look in his eyes. “Do you want to take this to the bedroom or should we continue out here?

    “I uh wherever you want to do this I don’t mind,” Avery stammered out slightly.

    “Good, then I say we do it out here in front of the window so that any of your neighbors can watch if they want. This is now your punishment for being a mage,” Ashton then moved swiftly and began kissing Avery passionately. 

    The two of them were kissing passionately groping at each other’s muscles on their torso’s, Avery massaged Ashtons well-toned pectorals, and Ashton rubbed Avery’s nipples. Then Ashton shoved Avery onto his back on the couch with his lips forming a smirk. He then lifted Avery’s legs up in the air exposing his quivering hole. He dove face-first into Avery’s hole sticking his tongue in there and moving it around. Avery moaned as Ashton was rimming him feeling his dick get hard. Ashton appreciated hearing the moans and then moaned himself into Ashton’s hole causing Avery to moan even louder this time.

    After a few minutes of rimming, Ashton decided he had enough of that. So he pushed Avery’s legs down with a bit of force. He then got off the couch and removed his underwear showing a 7-inch long cock with a wide girth to pair with it. Avery was in awe of this man’s cock as it was approaching his face.

    “Open your mouth boy,” Ashton said with an authoritative tone.

    “Ashton you don’t have to take that tone with me,” Then Avery was swiftly slapped.

    “No,” Ashton said in the same authoritative tone, “You address me as Sir or Daddy, not by my name. And you will not speak unless to moan and when I address you as a boy. Now, do you understand boy?”

    “Yes,” Avery said. He was then swiftly slapped again, “Sorry yes sir.”

    “Good, now open your mouth.”

    Avery proceeded to open his mouth as he closed his eyes. He felt Ashton’s cock slide across his tongue and then he closed his lips around it as it started pushing on the back of his throat. He then did his best to open his throat up to deep throat Ashton. He gagged slightly until he felt it plunge into his throat. “Good boy,” Ashton said as he began to face fuck Avery feeling his lightly-haired balls slap against Avery’s face. After about 5 minutes of face fucking and sucking Ashton’s cock he pulled out with a pop. Ashton then grabbed Avery’s hand and lifted him up off the couch, “I have decided that we are to go to the bedroom show me where it is, I want you to be loud while I fuck you,” Ashton said. 

    Avery led the way with his butt jiggling with each step being slightly forceful as he was unsteady while he was high on weed and high on lust. He opened the door showing a king-sized bed on a frame that had poles sticking up. Ashton let out another laugh, “If this fucking is as good as i think it is going to be then i am going to be coming back with two sets of handcuffs.” 

    “I… I would be open to that.” Avery said before realizing he wasn’t addressed, earning him a very hard slap on his ass with supernatural strength earning a very strong string.

    “Boy, I warned you those last two times with light slaps now I won’t hold back.”

    Avery then grew a light smirk on his face as he was now open to feeling that amount of pain. It was strange but he loved how it felt. As he was thinking those thoughts Ashton picked Avery up and then threw him onto the bed, “Boy where is your lube?”

    “In the cabinet on the right side of the bed, I have all kinds.”

    “Hmm good to know. Now get on your stomach and arch your back up and show me that hole.”

    Avery proceeded to do as he was told as he was now enjoying being bossed around. He heard Ashton grab a bottle of lube but he wasn’t sure which one he had grabbed. 

    Ashton had grabbed the silicone-based one and lubed up his fingers on his right hand and began sticking in his middle and index finger feeling Avery’s ass tighten up around the two fingers. He then began finger fucking Avery until he felt his ass loosen up again, then he proceeded to add another finger and do the same process until he had 4 fingers in playing around in Avery’s guts. He then gave a light tap on Avery’s ass. He then lubed his hand up again and jerked his dick off slightly and put more lube around Avery’s ass. Avery was shivering in anticipation and lightly jerked his own six-inch cock off. Then in an instant, Ashton shoved his cock into Avery’s ass feeling it suddenly tighten around the foreign object protruding it with Avery giving a yelp and Ashton a moan. Then Ashton pulled out slightly causing Avery to sigh in relief. Then in another swift motion, Ashton thrusted in, and both of the boys moaned. Ashton then began fucking Avery roughly with no condom and was in bliss. Avery felt every inch thrust in and out of him, the silicon lube improving the whole experience as he was being barebacked. 

    They were fucking so roughly and loudly Avery almost wondered if his neighbors could hear him but he didn’t fully care as he was in bliss as Ashton’s cock kept hitting his prostate. After a few minutes of bliss, Avery came onto his sheets squeezing Ashtons cock hard causing Ashton to cum deep inside of Avery. Avery felt Ashton push out 7 ropes of cum into his ass as he was still being fucked until he stopped cumming finally pushing Avery’s hips down onto the bed into his own cum and then he looked at Avery’s gaping hole. It was a sight to behold to Ashton as it had his cum in it and as it slowly closed he saw it come out quickly all over Avery’s dick and balls. After that Ashton fell beside Avery panting, “Yes that was good, very very good little magick boy.”

    “Thank you, sir, Thank you, Ashton.”

    “Ok we should sleep otherwise we will be late for work tomorrow. Next time I am here I am bringing handcuffs. I want to see how you do with them.”

    The two boys then swiftly fell asleep.

  • A Prisoner of Brazil

    The Friend Joins In

    “MMMPH!  MMMPH!” It was no good: my mouth was stuffed with a handkerchief and well gagged with three layers of duct tape into cross over my mouth. – one length over my mouth completely, the other two pasted on in a cross. Usually, sweat can loosen duct tape, but not now. This gag wasn’t about to get loose.

    My legs were tightly tied to the chair legs, forcing my legs to be wide open. The chair was old and heavy I couldn’t move it. My hands were bound behind my back to my belt; I could – at best – wriggle my fingers.  I desperately tried pulling, twisting, moving my arms – anything! Just to see if I could get loose.  But it was helpless – so much so my captor merely watched, not bothering to tell me to keep quiet because there was no need to. It was early morning and although you could hear his neighbors – barely – in their apartments watching TV, sometimes distantly hearing their dishwashers work – whatever – it didn’t matter. I wasn’t gonna get heard.

    Nobody could hear me.  My mouth was too well stuffed with a handkerchief rolled into a ball and stuffed in my mouth sealed with the duct tape. Earlier this evening, we met on the line and agreed to meet at this place where I would lay out some money to get laid. It soon took off where after surprising me with binding me we then me spending some time with me showing off and moving around for him, he then joined in the dance and quickly gagged me, pushing me against the wall and then forcing me onto the couch. First, I was fucked on my stomach and then turned over on my back as he gave me his 10 inches. He’s a gym guy: a professional making a little extra money on the side. When he started, he works longer than we agreed on, offering me the extra fucking as ‘free’ and ‘a little extra’.  To make his point, not a long time ago after binding me to this chair, I received a blow job like the kind I hadn’t have in a long time. But I was suspicious: nothing good is free.

    And that was then made a phone call to ‘a friend’.  “This is also just a little extra; I hope you don’t mind!”

    He gave a small smile knowing that I was in no position to argue, taking a picture of me where I stood: bound, gagged, legs tied wide apart, nude from the waist down and sending it to his friend. In moments he got a response – and gave a big smile to me.

    “He got back to me; he’ll be here very soon. Let’s do some warm-ups!” At that point, untying my feet and with some wrestling (I had tried to escape, but he was much stronger), he pushed me onto the couch and then fucked me some more. 

    But I was still hard.

    My legs were tied wide open; my balls exposed and open, my cock getting hard the more I struggled. The way I was tied to the chair, with my legs wide open, my ass was visible as well. 

    Still, I struggled. I try calling out, but I was so well gagged little oculi be heard.  You could talk normally and I couldn’t be heard. Despite the neighbors being all around, there was little – outside of him shouting as he fucked me – that could be heard. Nobody would know that I was tightly bound and firmly gagged, tied to a chair with my legs wide open and my balls readily grabbed as my cock was rock hard and erect – even starting to drip some pre-cum.  I sat and struggled, helpless as he sat and watched me, looking on with an intense look, breathing harder with every minute. 

    He then he reached over and fondled my balls, murmuring, “now who’s in charge?”

    I was hard. I tried to talk – to say something! If I could only get him to ungag me just for a minute I’d offer him money,… anything! But he seemingly knew what I was thinking and continued stroking me, making me move involuntarily. I couldn’t help but move and enjoy the moment.  Soon, I was moaning, my cock moving in and out of his cupped fist, seeing him watch me with him not having to worry about moving his hand; I was doing all the work.

    We were both hard.

    And it was getting more intense. It wouldn’t be long before I drop a load. I closed my eyes and danced about with my cock in his hand, trying to get something going,…

    “MMmm! MMMph! MMMM!”

    “It’s no use; I’m not untying you. I don’t your money; I want to fuck you.”

    “MMMM! MMMMM!  MMMM!  MMMM!”

    He continued stroking me; I soon was now squirming, moving about on the chair, shaking my head.  He had me right where he wanted me,….”

    Just then, a quiet knock on the door.

    “He’s here. We’ll pick up on this later.”

    “MMMMMMPH!” I shook my head and moaned in frustration as he let go of my cock. I was dripping with pre-cum, but with no satisfaction.

    So close,…I moaned in frustration: “MMMMMMPH!”

    And then came his friend.

    His friend was large and also well built – only there was more of him.  And he was bigger both in cock size and body size. Huge.

    “You look nice” he said as he dropped his pants and looked at me, a large bulge showing in my underwear.

    I could only look on and breathe as he then dropped his underwear. I Shook my head wildly as I moaned: “MMMMPH!?”

    “This is for you.  All 12 inches.”

    We stared at each other: two at me; me at two – both rock hard. 

    “Take off his leg ropes.”

    In a moment I was freed from the chair. But then:

    “Don’t move.  Keep those legs wide open!”

    Just then the Brazilian moved the chair way from me. I stood there as I was told. His friend then walked around me, checking me out and then standing behind me ran his hands around my ass cheeks, rubbing and grasping my ass: “mmmm.  Nice. Now you’re gonna get fucked like nothing before. Do as I say and it’ll go good. And just so we understand,…” Just then a small leather belt was wrapped around my neck, pulled tightly but just enough to let me breath. He then pulled me toward him, bending me to his body and will at the same time, pulling my head to his as he whispered,”you’re mine. And this,…” he whispered as he pushed his cock in and around my ass crack, “…is for you!”

    “MMMMMPH!”

    “SHH!  Nobody’s gonna hear you!”

    “mmmmm.”

    “That’s better. Now here’s the deal: this man in front of you is gonna give you some more action.” At this point the Brazilian bent down in front of me, grabbed onto my cock and balls and proceeded to suck my now rock hard cock.

    I was moving in time to his mouth.

    “Now I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard and there’s not lot you can do about it but maybe cum nice and good. But here’s the catch: it’d be rude of you to cum first. So if you do cum first,…” and with that he tightened the belt around my neck, momentarily choking me. After he released me I then truly and desperately tried calling out: “MMMMMMMPH! MMMMPH! MMMMPH!”, shaking my head as I arched my back and tried calling out as loud as I could. 

    “Yes, you got the idea: nobody can hear, except us. So don’t cum until we say so!”

     It was hopeless: I could be barely heard. He then pulled on the belt and pulled me back to him as he whispered in my ear:

    “I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard and long – and there’s nothing you can do except try not to cum too quickly – else it’s over for you!” And with that he suddenly penetrated me straight in, practically lifting me off the floor as he pushed into me. By this time, I was well penetrated, so it wasn’t hard for him to get into me. But at the same time, my cock was subsumed again by the other one, his hands running all around my balls and my cock going in deeper as his tongue lashed all around my incredibly sensitive tip and my foreskin as I dove into him again and again and again against my will,…

    …and meanwhile, the huge cock of the other one found it’s rhythm, constant and steady and not stopping. 

    I moaned and struggled as best as I could, my back arching into a pleasure rectis as I am penetrated again and again and again,..

    Fucked and sucked. 

    Mercilessly. 

    My nerves were out of control, going crazy.

    Totally bound; utterly gagged, legs held wide open unable to close, held in place with my cock in another’s mouth bent on making me cum while the other locks me into position and keeps me in place and under firm control with a belt around my throat as I’m fucked by a foot long. 

    So fucking intense!

    But dangerous.

    It was serious.

    When I came – and it was only a matter of time – then it’s literally over for me. This can’t be happening – but it was.

    There must be a way,…

    Bindings too tight! Can’t get them loose! 

    Gag is too firm. Earlier, duct tape was rubbed in firmly with his large hand, slowly and thoroughly on my mouth and around face just to make sure there was no give in the duct tape gag.

    No one can hear – and this with the noise – my moaning (faintly), the loud slurping of my cock being worked over and the strong grunting as the huge cock goes into me, going back and forth with no stopping. 

    Not a word was said. It was all action.

    And now the feeling was growing inside me; my temperature rising and the energy channeling from my inside wanting to shoot out in an uncontrolled squirt. I was losing control!

    The idea of a final cum – the last shot – was enough to make me very large and horny. And given this would be my last one it was all the more exciting! 

    He did this on purpose: he made me so excited I wouldn’t help but give him what he wanted and let it all go. 

    The feeling was moving up, inching up from my inner self, moving gradually – but steadily – toward my cock tip. I knew then that I wouldn’t be able to stop the flow no matter what I could do: once the flow reaches my cock tip it’s over.

    It was only a matter of time,…

    I couldn’t help but get even more excited, watching my cock being sucked so thoroughly, as he held my balsl with his hand, keeping my in place.  My legs were kept wide open as the other drilled in over and over and over and over with a constant, steady rhythm not stopping or slowing down just going over and over and over.

    Meanwhile, the belt around my neck was steady and yet tight: my hands tied behind my back and tied to the belt around my waist I could only (barely) stand and take it all in.  I dare not move or weaken: every time I try to move away or find myself slipping down to the floor, the belt around my neck would tighten forcing me up again: “stay…right… where… you ARE!”

    Before, the slurping and the motion was not ceasing: my balls well in his hands while I watched his head bob went up and down in a ceaseless motion, delivering a pleasure made even more intense by the growing tension in the base of my cock, moving slowly to the tip. 

    Must,…not,…cum,…!

    And now I found myself being a part of the scene and at the same time not a part of it. I felt somewhat detached, getting into the intense pleasure, with the sounds and ectasy getting ever so stronger. The feeling so intense; any minute now I was going to release, only to be choked!

    There must be something I could do!

    It was then I realized it. Rather than fight it; I embraced it. I surrendered and leaned more into the top, seemingly melting into him as my back and ass moved as close to him as I could to enable him to better deliver 12 inches.

    He responded: he fucked harder, grunting louder. His drive getting more intense, while my cock and balls were in the hands and mouth of another.

    Tightly bound, firmly gagged, being fucked and sucked I couldn’t help but call out,…Uh! Uh! Oh! “MMMMPPH!  MMMPH!  MMMMMMMMMPH!””

    I then moved my head slowly back and forth, moaning more steadily,…

    He was fucking very hard and faster. It was just getting too much. He was getting even more excited.

    I realized at the same that I was almost there; my cock was getting numb – the numbness before I release and give it all out – the feeling and desire to let go nearly overwhelming me! But I must not cum yet!

    The race was on: who will cum first?!

    His grip on the belt around my neck was tight: he was not letting go.

    We were all triggered: my cock in another mouth; his cock in my ass and the belt tight around my neck just on the verge of tightening even more. And thought it all, utterly bound and gagged, legs wide open while being both fucked and sucked. 

    It won’t be long now,… 

    But then I had an idea.

    I then turned my head and leaned into him as much as I could, my head leaning on his shoulder as I turned my mouth to his ear, moaning erotically and shaking my head as he looked at me from the corner of his eye, his eyes wide open. I closed my eyes, moaned as if in ecstasy arching back as I moaned out loudly as he then suddenly shouted as he reached his breaking point of Total Complete Release:

    “YES! UGH! YES! GIE IT UP!  LET It GO! OH GOD! UH! UH! UH!,…” arching his neck and body as he shot into me long and deeply.  For a moment he tightens the belt around my neck and for a few nerve wracking moments I was not able to breath – and it was then I do the only remaining thing that I could do but gave in and let myself go:

    “MMMPH!  MMMPH! MMMPH!  MMMPH!  MMMPH!” … 

    …releasing several loads of my own, my body just suddenly freezing and motionless with my legs wide open, my back totally arched and all of my power and attention focused on the very tip of my cock as I let loose a fury of cum as I rolled my head back and forth – the only parts of me that was actually moving.

    For a few moments we both shouted (or I tried to) with the sweetness of release: him in me, holding the belt around my neck and me impaled on his hard cock foot long, him letting go into me and I letting go away into the other’s mouth.  

    In moments, the top had then loosed the belt enough to let me breath, but rather then let go, he leaned to his left and wrestled me onto the couch, landing on top of me as we fell onto the couch. He then attempted to – vainly – try to fuck me even more but with his spent load he was just too soft. Meanwhile, the other was using a nearby towel to wipe his mouth and the floor (I came very heavily this time!) while I felt some heavy liquid drip down from my ass. He got me good. He then slowly fall on the floor and leaned against the couch trying to catch his breath.

    I then started to get up when suddenly I was held by two large arms as the other one then with no warning penetrated me, calling out “mine!” – proceeding to rapidly fuck me, whispered heavily as he penetrated me in a series of ruthless, deep thrusts: “You think you’re done!?”

    “MMMMMM!”

    “Bend over! Open your legs! I got you!”

    It was going to be a long night.

  • A Cup of Coffee in the Morning

    His butt cheeks peek quietly out from underneath the soft folds of the pale green sheets. They barely cover the round fullness of the sleeping man’s pronounced derriere. Fine hairs whisper across the shapely roundness of his abundant ass, they tell their own amorous and alluring story with each blade of this splendid field of wonder. A gentle wind blows from the overhead vent, these hairs move under the sway of this artificially created breeze. And the faint dusting of these brunette hairs on his broad shouldered back tells me that this man is more mature than many of the others that have shared my bed for a night or two in times past. But last night’s fuck; their shared interaction has proven many of his long-held assumptions and views of older men. To be wrong. He was pleasantly surprised by the amore that took place between them two of them among these frazzled sheets. It was one of the wildest of nights he has spent in quite some time with another man. It was far more than what he expected. Or had hoped for. But he is now glad he welcomed the older man with spread legs.

    His footsteps cause a creak on the old wooden and severely battered floorboards as he steps towards his taken bed. He sits and rests his bare bottom atop the exposed sheet and near the dozing man in his bed. The warm cup of coffee in his right hand grasped by the handle is a sign that this day must begin.

    The sleeping man stirs in the unmade bed as he sits upon it with his weight. He is slowly awakening as the morning sunlight filters through the flimsy window curtain casting the room in its warm golden glow.

    Their eyes lock upon one another as the visitor begins to stir from the night’s brief time spent in slumber. But it is a surprise that any sleep ever happened at all after the early morning hour when they finally drifted off with their heads nestled in the many pillows on the bed.

    “Good morning, sleepy head. I hope you like a cup of coffee in the morning. I added just a touch of cream, and a teaspoon or two of sugar to sweeten it. Ever so. I hope that is…okay. With you?” He says, meekly.

    “It sounds good. Really.” The awakening man says as he wipes the flakes from the corner of his eyes as the haze of a night’s dream evaporates. “It is fine. Really.”

    “When you are ready. I can prepare us some breakfast if you’d like. Or whatever you’d like. I will gladly be your cook. I would like to be.”

    “Sure. But not yet.” The awakening man continues. “We have all day. I hope.”

    “We, do.” He says. Energetically. “Oh! Yes. We do.”

    This brings a smile to his face. They usually bolt like lightning when the sun rises in the morning. But this man is different. And he likes that. He really does. And that he awakens in a pleasant manner. Another check mark for the man’s names that has slipped from his mind. Names are not a thing he is prone to recall. Other things. Not so much.

    The awakening man moves about in the bed. The sheet falling from his side-turned waist, revealing the presence of his manly fur around his now exposed cock. His erection is poking forth as a signal that a trip to the bathroom will soon be imminent. A man must dispel the water from the night’s rest.

    “Excuse me.” The man says as he shifts in the bed while his hard-on bouncing about as he slides across the bed and nearer to him. “And where is the bathroom? I am in most need of it. At this moment.”

    “It is there.” He points with a finger as the man scoots from the bed and walks hastily across the floor in his bare feet. And into the small bathroom. Soon the sound of a morning piss hitting the white porcelain bowl echoes throughout the almost vacant rooms. And then the expectant flush follows soon after at the end. And then the turning on of the sink water as he quickly washes his hands in the aftermath.

    “Here is your coffee.” He says as he greets his overnight visitor at the door of the bathroom as his weight rests lazily on the doorframe. “I do not want it to get cold. I want it to be warm for you. If not, I can put it in the microwave for a few minutes and warm it up.”

    He cannot help himself as he surveys the man with the coffee cup in his two strong hands. He cradles it among his fingers for added warmth before he brings it to his mouth. And his lips.

    As he lifts the cup up to his mouth, his chest muscles react as if it were some great and mighty weight caused from the cup of warm liquid. His biceps show a magnificence, and their definition shows their strength as the cup nears his lips each time, he lifts the cup to his mouth. As he sips away at the liquid. The scruffiness of the several days growth from his unshaven face curls under the steam wafting up from the warm cup of coffee. It tickles the slightly wiggling mustache under his sharp regal nose.

    Upon the man’s many storied pectoral muscles is a field of neatly cropped parsing of masculinity.

    His hands goes there, to his overnight visitor, he rakes his fingers through the denseness of the man’s furry forest.

    “You have a nice chest.” He says as his hands continue to brush through his visitor’s furriness, as he stands in bated awe at the patterns created into a haphazard maze on the man’s chest by his fingers.

    “You said so many times, last night, if I recall correctly” The man says. “And you said more, too. I might add. All complimentary.”

    He says this far too often too far too many men. But he likes the feel of this man. Especially. He thinks to himself as he is reminded by the overnight visitor at stating the obvious.

    “I get quite complimentary when I am attracted to someone. And you are someone to be showered with every compliment I can conceive of in my head. And to utter. Aloud. To you.”

    “And you are attracted to me?” The man says. “I am happy to hear that. I feel the same way about you, too. I do.”

    “I would not have asked you back here to my place. If there was not something I found about you that put me in such awe.”

    “As I took my piss, I looked out the bathroom window and saw some farm equipment. Is this an active farm?” The visitor asks.

    “It is my family’s farm. Or it was. It is mine now. All of it. But I have not decided whether I should farm it again or not.”

    “Can we go for a walk outside?” The visitor asks as he scratches his balls and gives his cock a slight yank in front of him. He wants to do the same himself, but he chooses to not do so. But his attraction for the man seems to be growing the longer he stares at him.

    “Yes.” He says. “We can go for a walk. We can do whatever you would like to do.”

    “Can we do it naked? The walk.” The visitor asks. “I have been unable to be bare where I live for a very long time. And I would so like the chance to be naked out here at your place.”

    “I suppose so. There is only us. So, I cannot see anything wrong with it.”

    “Good. Good.” The visitor says. “When can we go?”

    “Now is as good a time as any, I suppose. Are you finished with your coffee? Or would you’d like another cup.” He asks his guest.

    “No. One cup is fine.” He replies.

    His guest lifts the coffee cup to his lips and swallows the last of the now cooling liquid down his throat. He watches the man’s Adam’s apple as the java is swallowed. This causes a stir in his loins. It is the same thing that was done when his visitor swallowed his cock last night, at the club.

    “That was just what I needed.” The man says. “You make a mean cup of Joe.”

    “Thanks.” He says. “But it was just instant. I thought I had some real coffee, but I ran out. But I am glad you liked it. Though.”

    “Now I am ready to go.” The man says as he places his empty coffee cup on the bedside table. After doing this, he leans in and gives the morning coffee bringer a gentle peck on his blushing red cheek.

    He does not say anything, but he is flushed red with bated emotion at his overnight guest show of overt affection towards him, and it causes his temperature to rise ever-so slightly. And his cock grows from the man’s outward expression directed at him.

    “My peck made your cock hard, I see, Evan.” The overnight visitor says.

    “You remembered my name.” Evan says. “You did!”

    “Of course, I did.”

    “I am sorry, but your name has slipped my mind.” Evan says. “Sorry.”

    “It’s all right. My name is Carter.” Carter says.

    “I am sorry, Carter.” Evan says. “Please forgive me.”

    “Its nothing. Really. You have nothing to be worried about.” Carter continues. “Really.”

    They walk out the bedroom. And see their position above the looming stairwell.

    “Oh. I forgot we were on a second floor.” Carter says.

    “I didn’t.” Evan says. “We did manage to christen a few of these steps before we made it up to this bedroom.”

    “Did we fuck on those steps?” Carter asks.

    “I did get a poke or two at your ass. But it was fleeting. We were like two mad animals as we made our way up these stairs.” Evan says.

    “And did I get a try or two at yours?” Carter asks.

    “You attempted. You were way to frenzied. Way to excited.” Evan replies.

    “I get like that. I get so excited. But I am not as young of a buck as you, Evan.”

    “That maybe true. But you more than make-up for it with your enthusiasm.” Evan says.

    “Age does have it pleasures.” Carter says. “I am a fifty-one-year-old man who wants to be forty again. But knows he never will be.”

    “Well. I am a thirty-six-year-old man who will never be twenty-five again. But that does not matter. I am still all man.” Evan says in response to Carter’s declaration of his age. “Just like you. Only younger. And less experienced. But willing to embrace anything.”

    “Let’s quit with this gabbing. It’s cool outside now, I hope. I want to enjoy the early morning sun with you.” Carter says. “And let my cock breathe in the morning air.”

    Carter steps in front of Evan and starts on his way down the stairs. He cannot help but to admire the older man’s shapely ass. The word more precisely is that he is staring at it. And intensely. The light brown hairs that dance over Carter’s impressive backside makes his wiggly hard-on ache with an intense longing as he remembers how close he came to piercing the man’s deepest of divinity. More than once.

    “Quit staring at my ass.” Carter says with a sheepish giggle as he makes his way down the few steps. Once at the bottom he turns and looks back up at Evan. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

    “I was embarrassed.” Evan says.

    “Don’t be.” Carter says. “Your hard-on tells me all I need to know, and I like all of what I see. By-the-way.”

    Carter reaches for Evan’s cock and lets his fingertip smear this leaking juice over the swell of his bulbous mushroom-head. As he does the sunlight from a nearby window makes Evan’s cockhead glisten in its glowing light. Evan’s blonde haired pubes sparkle under the glow. And in his case, the carpet does indeed match the drapes. And with the excess Carter brings his cum-soaked finger to his lips and licks what is left from the fingertip.

    “Sweet.” Carter says. “Like a bottle of aged fine wine.”

    “Never heard my cum described in that way before.” Evan says. “But I will take it.”

    “Oh! There are my clothes.” Carter says. “I was wondering where they were. I did not see them in the bedroom.”

    “We got naked down here.” Evan says. “We could barely contain ourselves once we got out of your truck. Once we got inside. We were lust-fueled. And acted accordingly.”

    “I was in lust when I saw you at the party.” Carter says. “My cock got hard at that very moment.”

    “Mine did the same when I saw you. Too.” Evan says.

    They continue out a side door of Evan’s two-story farmhouse and into the path of Carter’s parked truck.

    “I need to get something out of my truck.” Carter says. “Give me a minute.”

    “You don’t need a gun. I’ve mowed the yard and some of the side road yesterday. So, we can see any snakes if there are lurking about in the grass.” Evan says.

    “No. I am not after any gun.”

    Carter reaches into the center console of his truck and fetches something that is there.

    “Found it.” Carter says as he places his cock snug inside a glistening silver metal cock-ring. Once he is done. His balls and cock are spotlighted abundantly inside the circular piece of bright metal.

    “Damn!” Evan says. “That is impressive.”

    “I like my cock-ring.” Carter says. “I like my whole collection.”

    “So. Do I. Do you have a lot of them?” Evan says happily.

    “I have several, but I keep one in my truck. In case I need one.” Carter says. “Like now.”

    Evan brings his fingers to Carter’s cock where a dollop of his juice squirms forth from the emerging erection. He smears the seed atop Carter’s engorged head like what had been done to him only a few minutes earlier.

    “Just as impressive as it was last night.” Evan says.

    “Like it was when you saw me in the club at the urinals?” Carter says.

    “Yes.” Evan says. “And then I reached for it, and you did not pull back.”

    “Why would I, when a handsome younger stranger wants my cock.” Carter says. “I do not want to waste any opportunity for some unexpected and unanticipated pleasure with a man like you.”

    “Yes.” Evan says. “Our ducking into an empty stall for a moment while you teased my hole with your cock was nice, but you did not fuck me there.”

    “No. I am not much for random bathroom fucks.” Carter says. “These ole bones like to be comfortable. And relaxed. And not in a banging loud bathroom. Although in my younger years I fucked a many of a man before a crowd. But not now. I want something more. Something meaningful.”

    “It’s why I asked you back here.” Evan says. “And I did not want you out of my sight.”

    “What did your friends think when you left with me, instead of with them.” Carter continues.

    “They were jealous.”

    “They were.” Carter says surprised.

    “Yes. They were.” Evan says. “They had noticed you too. But were unsure of how to approach you.”

    “But not you. No. You were a little bolder than them. I believe.” Carter says. “And I am glad you did. Very glad.”

    With that Carter leans in and gives Evan an enthusiastic kiss on the lips. Their first lip-to-lip between them despite the exchange of their other juices that has already transpired. As the kiss was exchanged both of their cocks have a mock sword fight between their hairy thighs as the distance between them had shortened in this brief exchange.

    “We aren’t getting anywhere soon with all these stops. And it is getting warmer.” Evan says. “But I think I have a remedy for that too. For us to cool off.”

    “You do.” Carter says.

    “I do. Yes. I think I do.” Evan finishes.

    “Well. Lead the way.” Carter says.

    Evan reaches for Carter’s hand. And Carter takes Evan’s. They walk like two lost loves now found. Their cocks jutting out in front of them like a compass telling them where they should go. And gentle dollops of their juices seep from their ever-widening pee-holes as their feet tramp through the freshly mowed green grass.

    “The grass is almost like a carpet. It is so soft under my feet.” Carter says. “It reminds me of my grandmother’s home. She had grass like this.”

    “I’ve never noticed.” Evan says.

    “You’ve never walked barefoot on this wonderful farm?”

    “No.” Evan says. “Never been naked outside of the house.”

    “What a waste.” Carter says. “I would never put on a stitch of clothing if I lived all the way out here among this beauty.”

    This perks Evan’s ears up. Carter could come out here any time he wants. But he was unsure if he should make these feelings known. At this time. He did not want to assume Carter meant anything by what he said. He does not know him well-enough, yet. But for some strange reason, he wants to trust Carter. He really does.

    They continue walking. In the distance, a gentle tap-tap-tap echoes throughout the trees as they walk along a road cut through by dual tire treads through the grass mowed down by Evan.

    “I hear a woodpecker.” Carter says. “Or maybe it is more than one. I do not know. But it better than the bang-bang-bang noises in town as another high-rise is constructed.”

    “There are birds everywhere.” Evan says. “I have a hummingbird feeder in the front yard. There are so many of those little buggers fighting over the food in it.”

    “This is what I miss about living in the country.” Carter says.

    “You are a country boy?” Evan asks.

    “Oh yeah! Born, bred and raised.” Carter says. “I have lived in the city for about twenty years, now. Moved there with my first boyfriend. My partner all those years ago.”

    “Where is he? Your boyfriend.” Evan ask. “Now.”

    “My Ex-boyfriend. My Ex-partner. We parted ways some years ago.” Carter says. “Something changed between us. Something I have never understood. He just picked-up and left me one day out of the blue.”

    “You still see him? You ever see him?”

    “No. He moved back to Ohio. Back to his hometown. I have not seen him since. Nor have I ever heard from him, again. And I suspect, I never will.” Carter explains as his mind and mouth whispers back to a past he thought he had filed away deep in his memory.

    “You still love him?”

    “I think about him. Yes. I wonder how he is. Yes. But the love I once had for him has all but evaporated because of the passage of time.” Carter says. “Can we not talk about him. Right now. I am here with you. And that is where I want to be. I am with you. And I am happy.”

    Evan squeezes Carter’s hand tight. Tighter. And Carter does the same in return. And each man’s cock also responds to the passionate squeeze of their hands. He did not expect such openness from Carter. A man he is known for less than twenty-four hours, but each man had emptied a hefty load of their precious seed into the other, so intimacy and openness was not a stretch. For them two. At this point. He has surmised.

    “You are a sexy man.” Evan says. “And there is something mysterious too, about you, but I am not sure what it is.”

    “I am not sure if I am sexy. Or even if I am mysterious. But I like that you think that I am those things. And that makes you even more the attractive.” Carter says. “But, right now, I am in the mood for a hot…long fuck. And I want to fuck you.”

    Carter whips Evan around and shoves him playfully against a tall pine tree while he buries his scruffy face into Evan’s equally unshaven face. The bark of the tree rubs into Evan’s ass. He has had bigger trees between his ass cheeks before, but he wants Carter’s cock in there now. Right now.

    “Whoa!” Evan manages to say before he welcomes the roughness of Carter’s passionate advance onto his wet mouth. Their tongues fight a battle neither wants to win. Both just enjoy this playful fight as they exchange the outpouring of slobber between them two.

    Carter grinds his brown furred hard-on into Evan’s equally blanketed blonde-haired wrapped erection. Carter backs away. Ever so slightly.

    “Your balls are full again.” Evan says. “I see.”

    “I guess so.” Carter says. “But being around you has sparked the fires deep within me. It has been a while since I have opened my heart up to anyone. And talking to you. Being with you has lit a fire deep within me. And fucking you will not squelch that flame. I suspect it will only make it burn the ever brighter.”

    “Me too.” Evan says. “Me too.”

    They grind on one another for a while. Hair against hair. Hard cock against hard cock. Their actions stir the dampness within them as sweat breaks out from every pore as the sun bears down upon them.

    Carter kisses his way down Evan’s heaving chest. Darting from one pointed nipple to the other. Both soft tender tissues react to the gentle nibbling of Carter’s teeth on them. Carter sniffs at the little bit of lustering fur in the center of Evan’s still heaving chest. From there, Carter forcefully raises Evan’s right arm and buries his nose into the dense pit of hair that is there. He can smell the aroma of the last night’s tryst. He digs his nose in deeper as he searches for the last vestiges of the previous night’s amorous romp.

    His nose claws in deeper in Evan’s right pit before he moves to the musky swamp of the left underarm. The lust is overwhelming for Carter as he dives headfirst into Evan’s manly stank. His cock throbs with each whiff of Evan’s brushes of underarm fur while he jabs Evan fiercely in his ribs with cock-ringed flesh-piece.

    In the distance, the tap-tap-tap of the lone woodpecker continues his work on some unknown stationary tree. While Carter travels southward on Evan’s body. His nose weaves it way through the line of dusty haze around his naval. But he does not stop there. He kneels like a servant would do before a reigning King at Evan’s curving upright and leaking cock.

    But his mouth does not swallow the pointing tool, instead he plunges into his dense matted furred balls. Sopping them up like a boar would his spittle and then rolling around in his warm humid mouth. Further warming them in the bath of his splendid mouth juices.

    Evan sighs under Carter’s lustful teasing. His moans competing with the ongoing taps of the distance ravisher in the trees. The red-headed Woody.

    The more Carter devours his wobbly balls Evan seems to climb the bark of the towering pine tree rugged against his back. But his cries are not of pain but of a mounting ecstasy. Evan’s swinging cock is slapping Carter as he nibbles at the underside of these furry globes.

    “Suck my cock! Suck my cock!” Evan cries out. “Please! Please!”

    At this cue, Carter swallows Evan’s cock down to the nested pubic root. He goes down so fast on the cock it hits the back of his throat with the force of fueled jackhammer causing him to gag in reflex. But he does not pull himself off his task, he works through and lets the stilted 8-inches stay lodged deep in his mouth. This brings about more groans from Evan’s mouth.

    Dribbles of slobber escape as drips and drabs along the stretch of Evan’s cock as Carter’s mouth slides to-and-fro along the length of the outstretched member. His tongue eases over the protruding veins; the warmth of the blood streaming inside and further heats up the now reddening dick. And Evan’s gasps have gotten louder the more steel-like his cock has become. His body now matches the fiery hue of his swollen cock.

    “I want your cock inside me!” Evan utters. His blood pressure rising as he is overtaken with a flurry of passion. But Carter does not stifle his amorous afflictions. He amps up the volume of his play on Evan’s cock and balls. As this has only made the lustful discomfort of Evan more unbearable. But he trudges through. He must. He longs for Carter’s cock that is in his sights. To be plunged deep within him.

    “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Evan bellows out as he is overwhelmed to the point of his body shaking from the unbridled lust.

    Carter smiles within himself. He wanted Evan brought to this hype so when he staked him, he would be beggin’ for more. And he would deliver. Again. And again. And again.

    Like before, Carter swiftly maneuvers Evan around. His backside presented before his scruffy face. As his tongue is already seeking its inner place among the hairs that frame either side of Evan’s prevailing ass-cheeks. He dives in with each thrust of the wet and warm lithe appendage from inside his mouth. Evan squirms under the skill of the older Carter’s tongue. This only intensifies the need Evan has for Carter’s steely-hard cock within him.

    As he hugs the pine tree for support, Evan grabs hold of it for the dearest of his life as his wispy blonde hole grasps for each pivot of the man he is growing to strongly adore with each sign of what he knows is forthcoming.

    Carter lifts himself from the passageway to the delight that is Evan’s deep interior.

    “You want me to fuck you?” Carter says with strong intention.

    Before Carter can finish his question. Evan says, “Yes! Yes!” Frantically.

    Carter wipes the leaking pre-cum coalescing atop his engorged manhood at the entrance of Evan’s readied posterior. But he cannot help but wonder why he has waited to do so, for this amount of time but he wanted the moment to last longer. And prolong the pleasure.

    “Release your ass!” Carter demands. The eye that is Evan’s hole winks at him amid the flurry of hairs parted by Carter’s skillful tongue delving in with frenzied fervor. “C’mon. You can take it. You have done so before.”

    Carter works his cock into Evan’s hole. As his thickness is swallowed up by the clutches of Evan’s grasp.

    “Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” Evan exclaims as the inches of Carter is sunken deep within him. But Carter does not stop once his mahogany brown pubes mingle with the fine light hairs of the hole that has readily devoured him to the hilt of his sword.

    “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Hot Zaddy! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Evan screams out once he knows he has taken all of Carter. This is the sign that Carter knows he can exert his prowess on the passage that has swallowed him.

    He reaches with both of his hands and clasps onto Evan’s soft flesh with all his vigor and begins actions that force more bellows of pleasure out of the mouth of Evan. He grips tighter on the hind quarter’s softness while he buries his cock deep within Evan. The tightness of his ass is one of the most glorious of feelings. While Evan squeezes with all his might around his cock while it is inside him.

    “Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” Evan’s voice echoes through the trees as Carter’s plunges tear at his tender insides.

    Carter pulls Evan closer into him. The man’s back is bent at a suggestive angle. An alluring one. Suggestive. Which causes Carter’s cock to delve deeper into Evan’s filled hole. Carter deeply kisses him. Their tongues lashing the passion rapidly building between them into a fury of sexual heat.

    With his cock rammed to the hilt in within Evan’s ass. He cums. “Ahs” are lulled from deep inside Carter as he spews. A quiet sustained release of his milky cream. Not one of loudness. Or power. But gentleness. With each tender thrust; his seed empties into the folds of Evan’s ass.

    “Uh! Uh!” Evan sighs at the momentary slip of his mouth from Carter’s wet lips. He fertilizes the ground before him with his milky seed. He squeezes tighter around the expanded cock buried deep within him.

    “Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!” The moans roll over the tongue from Carter.

    They both sigh in bated explosion. In virtual unison. They meld as one in this moment as each are awash in the ecstasy. Their breathing eases from the frantic release after the delightful sperming.

    Carter pulls out. His cock still at full mast because of the silver ring snuggly wrapped around his cock and now almost emptied ball.

    “Next time. I want that load inside me.” Carter says. “I want all of you.”

    “Whew!” Evan sighs. “You are quite the man. My ‘zaddy.’”

    Carter once again hears the ‘z’ word again. But he decides to say nothing. Although he is charmed by it. He likes it. He really does.

    “You mentioned earlier about a cooling off.” Carter says. “What did you mean?”

    Evan kisses Carter with the flourishing abandonment of a giddy schoolgirl in her braids. Is this the fringes of a budding romance between them? He hopes.

    “Yes. C’mon.” Evan says as he clasps Carter hand and pulls him along with him. “I have a surprise. C’mon, I think you will like this.”

    As they run the leaking cum from Evan’s hole trails behind him like a liquid tail while it adding Carter’s spent seed to the already fertile earth.

    They run for a bit. Through the wild flowering open meadow. Till they emerge near a line of a pecan trees atop a high bank.

    “This is why. This is what, I meant. When I said about cooling off.” Evan says.

    “It’s a pond.” Carter says. “Is this what you meant?”

    “Yes.” Evan says as he releases his grip and from Carter grasp and readies himself to dive in. “Last one in is a rotten egg.”

    Sounding like schoolboys still in the classroom.

    Carter soon catches up to Evan as they both dive like trained swimmers into the clear waters of the small pecan tree-lined pond.

    The pair swim about as their cock’s act guide them like rudders in their movements.

    “This feels so fucking nice.” Carter says. “I have not skinny-dipped since I was 16-year-old.”

    “I have never skinny-dipped.” Evan says. “Never.”

    “You mean you’ve had this pond out here all this time and you have never swum naked.”

    “No. When I swam, I always wear a suit. Even when it was only me.” Evan says.

    “You have missed out on so much.” Carter says. “I need to teach you somethings. I see.”

    “Please teach me.” Evan says with a submissive tone in his voice as he swims toward Carter. He wraps his arms around Carter’s neck and pulls him close as they exchange another enthusiastic kiss. While underneath the water he grinds his cock into Carter’s. Evan runs his fingers over Carter’s ripped chest.

    “I need some rest. These ole bones have had themselves quite the workout. Last night. And today.” Carter says as he removes Evan’s arms from around his neck and swims to the bank of the pond. Evan follows him.

    Once there. Carter rolls over on his back. His cock, now soft. Flops on his thigh. He takes the time to remove the silver cock-ring from his manly tool. The water rolls in rivulets through the mesh of his chest fur, his pubes, and all the other signs of his manhood.

    “Can I put it on? Your silver cock-ring.” Evan asks as he joins Carter on the bank as each lay, cock up, on their backs, half in the water and their upper portion in the sand.

    “Let me.” Carter says as he fiddles with Evan’s semi-hard-on. “You are bigger than me. You know that don’t you.”

    “It does not matter the size of a man’s cock if you do not know how to use it.” Evan says. “But I am always up to learning something new.”

    “Me too.” Carter says. “There. You are wearing my cock-ring. Now.”

    Once encapsulated within the silver and shiny cock-ring, Evan’s cock begins to respond accordingly to the grip around it. And springs to life.

    “You are getting hard again.” Carter says.

    “It was your hands on me that did it.” Evan says.

    “I think I played a part, but you seem to be primed and ready to go in an instant.” Carter says.

    “I am.” Evan says.

    “I want you to fuck me.” Carter says. “I want that cock of yours rammed deep inside my man-cunt! My ass!”

    “I want it in there too.” Evan says. “You want to go inside?”

    “No. I want you to fuck me right here. Right now.”

    “Here?” Evan asks.

    “Here. Yes. Here. How many times have fucked someone outside, Evan?”

    “Just once. When you fucked me, earlier. That was my first time I have ever fucked someone outside.” Evan says.

    “Well, this will be your second. Of the many more times to come if I have any say-so in the matter.” Carter proclaims.

    Carter lets his fingertips roam over Evan’s cock as the pre-cumming ooze seeps from it. This gets loud sighs and moans from the quivering lips of the thirty-something year-old Evan.

    “I am surprised you are so naive on such things. I was fucking in front of people. In front of other men when I was in my thirties. Your age. I was dripping cum as I paraded around these droves of men.” Carter offers while he divulges easily. “I was proud to show myself off. Of my cock. I was raised in a stifling Conservative home. Taught that my cock was sinful. Taught that I was sinful for having these feelings. These desires.”

    “Me. Too.” Evan says. “I was raised the same way. I was. But it is not sin. It is just being a man. A ravenous dog of a cock-welding man.”
    “Agree. Me, too. I have a cock and I have every intend of using it.” Carter says.

    “Me, too.” Evan says.

    “Now to put this wonderful thing to some use.” Carter says as he smacks his lips and swallows Evan’s pulsing cock.

    And they fuck. Evan fucks Carter with the power and fury that they have shared several times now.

    Later.

    “Now I am ready for a hot breakfast. Ham. Eggs. Bacon. Grits. Whatever you’ve got. At this point, I am ready to eat anything. Even a horse.” Carter says as the sweats rolls down his back and from every pore of his body to his rapidly deflating cock. That too is dripping more than the aftereffects of his spent milky white spunk.

    “It is more like time for a brunch.” Evan says. “We’ve have had quite the morning work-out. Or the afternoon, as it maybe.”

    Both men flash widely happy smiles after their twice-repeated physical exertions. As the sun beats down on them from its place high in the sky.

    “We need to replenish the energy we have lost. Replace the protein we have splashed about on this fine sunny day.” Carter says.

    “You have done well on a single cup of coffee that you had this morning.” Evan says. “But now is the time for something more substantial. Something to put some meat on your bone.”

    “I agree.” Carter says. “But don’t you mean on my bones?”

    “No. I mean, bone.” Evan says. “Once you get re-fueled, I want another go at you. Or you onto me. But I am not done with you, yet. My hot zaddy! Far from it.”

    Carter smiles at Evan. He admires the younger man’s stamina. And ferrous vigor. And he will damned well try his best to keep up with him. He needs to stretch himself as he had done when he was Evan’s age.

    “What is a zaddy? By-the-way. You have said that word several times.” Carter ask. The puzzlement of the word did not deter him when he was fucking Evan’s sweet hole when he first said it.

    “It’s you. And my nickname for you too. Now.” Evan says.

    The two walks towards the house. Their cocks swaying from side to side as they jut out from their hairy groins. Each drenched in the juices of the other and from their own sweat pouring forth from their every orifice of their being.

    “But perhaps we should shower first before we tackle something to eat. And then maybe we can burn some more calories. Which I would like to do.” Carter says.

    “Perhaps.” Evan says. “Perhaps.”

    “Perhaps.” Carter reiterates.

    “Do you want another cup of coffee in the morning? Like you had, earlier? Tomorrow morning?” Evan says. “I do not want you to leave.”

    “I do not intent too.” Carter says. “I do not intent too.”

    They once again reach out for the hand of the other. And walk like two found lovers. Back to the two-story farmhouse. And the hope for a new day for them both. Each feel that there are some days of promise ahead.


    Some explanations:

    I wanted to write something permeated with some degree of romance and a gentle tenderness and kindness among the paragraphs. I wanted the use of my words to be careful and planned as to construct a clear image for the reader to materialize in their heads. And what is said is not repetitive of what I have previously penned in other stories. I hope it is acceptable and a welcome reprieve from my previous works. And not to be absent among these words is the presence of raging hard-ons and loud expressive fierce fuckings. I have included some as part of this work. But I wanted it portrayed in a romantic way. I hope I have succeeded. Thank you.

    I heard the term of ‘zaddy’ used on The View on the September 30, 2021, episode of that show. And it fits Carter’s characterization to a capital ‘t’ of the image I am trying to envision. It was used in reference to the actor, Chris Meloni and how he is perceived by some. I did not realize it until after I had nearly finished the story and decided to work it in. If you want to know the meaning of ‘zaddy’ please use GOOGLE. And I think you will agree.

  • Ivan Dario’s therapy

    After feasting on two loads of thick cum from  his balls, I laid back on the pillow savoring the mouthful of cum letting it slowly complete its journey down my throat. I ws totally satisfied  but I felt his fingers at my zipper. I could only hope I was about to get a blowjb too.

    Ivan drew down the zipper of my jeans  and reached in to free my turgid black cock. After  exposing my cock, he looked at it intently and said, ” I want to suck your cock, will you let me.” I said ” You can suck my cock only if you swallow the huge load in my balls .”  He nodded that he would swallow all I had. He got off the bed and removed his jeans completely, removing his briefs at the same time. I noticed he was hard again as I undressed also.

    I positioned myself  on the bed as he positioned himself close to the object that held his attention completely. I was expecting a blowjob from a novice cocksucker but was completely surprised when he captured the head of my cock within his lips and proceeded to swallow all nine inches to my balls. I found myself letting out a deep moan each time he bottomed out as he milked my cock with his mouth.

    As Ivan was enjoying my cock, I found myself wanting to suck his cock also. He knew what I wanted as I positioned myself closer to his cock, which was already leaking precum. I started to suck his cock with the same fervor as I was receiving. I started to thrust my hips forcing my cock down his throat and each time I did it evidently turned him on because he started to do the same to me.

    All at once, I felt the urge to fuck his face from above, with one quick positioning I was above him, forcing him to swallow me completely. Each thrust of my hips told me he was  enjoying my domination. I asked him if he wanted my cum and since his mouth was full he could only moan in assent. I told him I was getting close  and he put his lips in overdrive which made me do the same. I could tell he was getting close having sucked him off twice. He started to thrust his hips upward in unision to my hips thrusting my hips down. 

    All at once, i realized we were going to come at the same time and made myself ready. I felt his hands grasp my ass as the first pulse of my cum left my balls.I mmediately felt his cock pulse and waited til I tasted his spunk which I eagerly swallowed. I had embedded my entire cock down his throat so he had to swallow After our cocks finished, we separated trying to regain composure from an intense orgasm. I thanked him, telling him that it was the second time in my life that a guy sucking my cock and me sucking has ended in a mutual orgasm. Ivan asked who was the first time and I quickly said ” Let’s not go there.” I abruptly changed the conversation. Ivan sensed he had touched on something very sensative and instead of forcing the issue we ended up embracing satisfied in what we had accomplished together.   

    It was evident has had sucked a guy’s cock before and asked him whose cock he had sucked and I mentioned his cousin’s name. I said ,” Was it Carlos”  and he said yes but said it wasn’t just Carlos he then mentioned my brother’s name ,Diego.I said you sucked my brother’s cock  and he said after sucking your brother off and tasting his cream it made me determined to suck you off too.

  • Halloween party

    The seduction

    I was in the closet. The gay closet. The crossdressing closet. All of the closets. I’m always lonely, bored, and horny. I chat a lot. The internet lets you be anyone. George likes me. He lives 2 hours away. It took us several months to share real pictures of ourselves. He is 50 ish. I’m 46. He tells me how cute and pretty I am. He knows I like to think of myself as a sissy. I wear panties and a bra for him in some of the photos I post. I watch him jerk off to the photos while he talks to me on Skype. He is stern and masculine. I told him I like that. I beg him to call me sissy names and warn me about what he will do to me when we meet. He calls me his cum dump and sissy whore. He tells me he will fuck my brains out while I’m strapped over a table like a kidnapped sex slave. Whips, chains, gags, dildos, spanking paddles, and all. He is very verbal and makes me really hard. I rub my cock in the silky panties and I pinch my bra-covered nipples when I jerk off. It is fun.

    It’s time for a meet-up, he tells me. Just a drink in a local bar. We can meet and decide if we want anything else at a later time. He says I should wear his favorite sexy underwear for him. I can put on a girdle, garters, stockings, and a corset. I can put on a shirt and pants over it all. It will be casual. I’ve told him I have never gone out in ladies’ undies. This will be a good time to give it a go. It will be safe. It will be fun.

    The setup

    Just before I leave he calls and tells me to bring the leather collar I have. I should wear it in the bar. No one will notice, he tells me. I find it and off I go. 

    He surprises me. He is shorter and a little chubbier than his photos. But that is to be expected, I suppose. We only sit for a minute. He seems happy with who I am. Tall, skinny, and pretty. He wants me to go to the bathroom with him. I’m getting nervous, of course. In the stall, he grabs me and tries kissing me. He finds the collar in my front pants pocket. He straps it around my neck while kissing me. I like his hands on me. I let him buckle the collar. I let him manhandle and kiss me. My shirt comes off.  My pants are unzipped and drop down to my ankles. He kisses me and feels me up like a drunk prom date. I like it. I’m getting hard. So is he. 

    “Let me do this.”

    He reaches for my pants. He helps me step out of them. My belt slips out of the pants. He pulls my arms back behind me. He wraps the belt twice around my elbows. It pulls tight. I’m harnessed like an animal. More kissing and groping. He keeps talking dirty.

    “I’m going to fuck you like the whore you are.”

    So far, I’m loving all of this. Pretty soon he will have had his fun, we will both have jerked off, and I can go home.

    Out of his pocket comes a ball gag. I’ve never seen one for real. But I did get to see this one first hand. Well, first mouth. It tasted like rubber. Like a condom. He strapped it in really tight. Too tight. Then he clipped a leash to my collar and led me out of the stall. With my shirt and pants under his arm, me in just the sexy ladies’ underwear, we walked out of the bathroom right back into the bar. Some of the patrons began to clap and whistle. Looking around I noticed no women in the place. He walked me around like a prize for a few minutes. I was gasping for breath, drooling from my tightly gagged mouth. Some of the men grabbed for my ass. Everyone was laughing and having a good time at my expense. 

    “Don’t worry about that gag, sweetie. I’m sure he will have it out of there and replaced with something even better very, very soon. Hahaha!”

    The fucking, coming soon..