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Daniel sat at the bar sipping his whiskey on the rocks while taking in the scene around him. The music was thumping away in its hypnotic beat as the bodies of men writhed on the dance floor in various states of undress, with sweat dripping down their bodies. The bartenders were working the bar with quick efficiency, all of them shirtless, showing off their pecs, abs, and the beginnings of those v shaped muscles that led the eye toward the bulges in their pants.

He recognized a couple of other regulars at the other end of the bar and lifted his glass to them when he caught their eye. They did the same and smiled back. They were old timers like him. They had been part of the gay scene for a lot longer than they would care to admit and they wanted to feel young and youthful again so they hung out in places like Cutters, watching the younger men, and even picking one of them up now and again for a little fun in the night.

Daniel was here for the second reason tonight. It had been a while since he had had a good sexual release because of work, but now that the client’s project had been completed he had a moment to take a breath and have a little fun. He knew that would not last but that was the nature of his job as a designer for the telecom business. Daniel was not a bad looking man either. In his early 40s with a salt and pepper beard and a “Dad Bod” as the kids were calling it now. He admitted he could go to the gym more often but tonight he was not worried about that. Tonight he wanted to find a lucky lad to take home and have a romp between the sheets with.

It did not take him long to find the one he wanted. The young man, if he could be called that, walked in the door and drew Daniel’s attention right away. The kid stood somewhere around 6 foot 5 and had long black hair that was in a tight pony tail in the back but hung in loose curls down his back. The kid looked Daniel’s way and saw him staring. Daniel could see that his eyes were a light color, almost like dark honey with light streaking through it, and they complimented his tawny skin. The kid looked down with a smirk on his face and then looked back up to see if he had Daniel’s attention. When he saw he did, he made his way across the bar and sidled up onto the stool next to him.

“The name is Zack,” the kid said as he extended his hand. “What’s yours?”

“Daniel.” The older man said as he shook the younger’s hand. “What is a handsome stud like you doing out tonight? Couldn’t find someone on Grindr?”

“Naw, I don’t do the apps. I like to go out hunting for my prey the old fashioned way. I guess you’re the same way?”

“Kind of. I have been working too hard lately and decided I needed to get out and be amongst the people. Plus finding a good fuck in person is so much more fun than finding it through a computer.”

“Precisely!” exclaimed the young man. “What are you drinking?”

“Jameson on the rocks.”

“Looks like you’re running low. Let me get you another one, my treat.”

“If you insist, I never pass up a free drink, momma didn’t raise no fool.” Daniel said with a laugh as he turned up the last of his whiskey.

Zack signaled one of the muscle boys behind the bar and he came over. “What can I get you?”
“2 Jameson on the rocks please.”

“Sure thing! ID?”

Zack pulled out his ID and after the meathead inspected it and looked up at Zack and then at Daniel, shrugged and sashayed off to make their drinks. “Seems like muscles there doesn’t think you and I are a good fit.”

“Oh, I didn’t pay attention?”

“Yeah that look he gave me before he walked off. Want to prove him wrong?” Zack said as he leaned in and began to kiss Daniel on the mouth.

The kiss was electric and Danel felt a rising in his groin that he had not felt in a long time from just a kiss. Zack knew how to use his tongue and was a passionate kisser. He even let out a little groan when Daniel wrapped his ponytail around his hand and used it to pull the younger guy’s head back so he could nuzzle his neck. Their passionate embrace was broken up by the meathead when he came back with the drinks. “That’ll be $11 bucks.”

“Wha? Oh right!” Zack said as he reached into this pocket and pulled out a 10 and a 5. “Keep the change.””
“Thanks!” Meathead said as he walked off shaking his head.

“Well that was fun.” Daniel said as he raised his glass in a toast. “I know you just got here but..”

“Wanna get out of here and see where that kiss can lead?” The younger guy replied, finishing the question.

“My thoughts exactly,” Daniel exclaimed.

“Never thought you would ask Daddy.” Zack beamed as he drained his drink in one go. Daniel followed suit and stood up. Putting his leather coat on, he got up and followed the younger man out of the door and into the cool, autumn night.

“Your place or mine?” Zack asked as the door swung shut behind them. “Mine is just up the block.”

“If you can host, let’s go to yours. I don’t want to make things awkward if you have a roommate or anything.”
“No problem. I live alone, unless you count my cat and fish.”

“Cool. Lead the way then.” Daniel motioned with his hand that Zack took into his hand and walked beside him.

They walked down the quiet city street, with neon in the shop windows advertising beer, tattoos, and piercings. Before long they were at a building that looked like the others on the block, blocky and built sometime in the early 1900s. On the first floor was a corner market, but Zack led him through a side door into a lobby with some mailboxes and a set of stairs going up through to the other 3 floors.

“I hope you’re okay with stairs, I live on the top floor.” Zack said.

“No problem baby boy. Just because I look old, doesn’t mean I am old.” Daniel said with a smile. He followed the young man up the stairs, taking in the sight of his well rounded ass that fit perfectly in the jeans he was wearing. That led his gaze down to the thick thighs beneath. Zack obviously worked to keep his body, but the ass and thighs were most likely from climbing these steps every day. After what seemed like an eternity they reached the top landing and Zack’s door.

The young man unlocked the door and flipped on the lights. Daniel came in on his heels and shut the door behind him. He took a look around the small but nice living room and was impressed. He did not know how old Zack was but he had nice taste in furniture. The couch and chairs alone were a couple of thousand easily. There was a small kitchen off to the right that had some dishes in the sink, but it was obviously a well loved and used place.

“Can I take your coat Daniel?” Zack said.

“What? Oh yeah?” He said as he let the young man help him take the coat off and watched him hang it on the coat rack with his own. Suddenly Zack pushed him back against the door and began kissing him again. This time with wild abandon and Daniel was here for it. Groaning into Zack’s mouth, he melted under the younger man’s attention. They both began fumbling with each other’s shirts trying to get them unbuttoned and untucked as fast as possible. When Daniel’s hands had finally gotten past the cloth barrier, his suspicions about Zack’s body were confirmed. He felt the hard planes and firm muscles of someone who worked out and kept their body in top shape. It made him a little self conscious until he noticed that Zack’s hands were just as willing exploring his own body and the boy was not slowing down.

Breaking off the kiss, Daniel pushed the boy backwards towards the couch as he ripped his own shirt off his body and on the floor. Zack was doing the same as his eyes seemed to glow even brighter. Daniel took in the smooth, flawless skin the boy had across his torso, which drew his eyes lower to a large lump in his groin area, Daniel reached forward and begin to unbutton Zack’s jeans and once he had them undone, started pulling them down to reveal a large, long, uncut cock with a slight curve, nestled in a bush of dark hair that matched that which was on his head. Daniel began to salivate at the thought of wrapping his mouth around that piece of meat.

Zack must have had the same thought because he plopped down on the couch, removed his jeans completely and put a pillow on the floor between his legs. “Like what you see?” He asked with a cocky smile.

Daniel looked up and replied “Very much.” After removing his own pants, revealing his own 8 inch cut cock that was at full mast, he dropped to his knees on the pillow and began to kiss Zack’s inner thighs, slowly working toward his crotch, before pulling back to the other knee and kissing up that thigh as well. All the while he wrapped his hand around Zack’s dick and was slowly pulling up and down on it, pulling the foreskin back enough to reveal a dark purple head that was throbbing with anticipation.

As he reached the crotch again, Daniel rose up and began to lick the head of Zack’s cock, slowly circling around the outside rim and slowly coming to the top and tonguing the piss hole. Zach’s body arched in response to Daniel’s ministrations. He let out a strained growl and then in a thick voice pleading voice said “Please suck it.”

“Is that what you want me to do boy? Suck this hard piece of meat? Shove it down my throat and swallow it?”
“Yes sir! Please suck my hard cock. I need it so bad.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yesssss,” Zach hissed as Daniel licked the head once more. And with that he opened his mouth wider and moved down the shaft of the thick cock, feeling its veins run along his lips as he moved towards the base. Zack reached forward and ran his hands through Daniel’s hair, giving his head a slight push downward but not forcing him down the dick. After a few up and downs on the shaft, Daniel took a deep breath and descended all the way to the base, feeling the dick slide down his throat, where he proceeded to swallow on it a couple of times, which drew Zack’s hips clean off the couch and a loud moan of ecstasy from his lips. Daniel then drew back completely off Zack’s dick and licked down the shaft to the younger man’s balls. They were completely shaved and hung loosely. Daniel took the first one and then the other, rolling them around in his mouth, much to Zack’s delight.

Then moving the balls out of his way, Daniel brought Zack’s legs up and worked down his taint and began to work on his ass. Peppering the cheeks with kisses and then spreading them to reveal his puckered hole. It throbbed in anticipation of what Daniel was going to do next. At first, he bagan licking the outside lightly in circles, making the boy writhe with each movement. Then he sucked on one of his fingers and slowly slid it into the tight hole. The puckered hole offered a little resistance at first but then relented and let Daniel’s finger slide through and into it. He began slowly moving it in circles, relaxing the muscles and opening it up wider, then he wet a second finger and went back in for a second assault making the boy’s ass open even more.

At this point Daniel moved his other hand to his thick cock and slowly began to stroke it while he started to fuck the pucker with his tongue. Zack by this point was a moaning, quivering hunk of flesh and Daniel had to smile at his handy work while thinking “Damn I’m good.” Zack looked down and saw that Daniel was playing with his own cock and pushed his face away from his ass. “My turn damn it,” he said in a thick, husky voice. “Get up here.”

The older man stood and watched as the younger man sat forward and nearly swallowed his cock in one smooth go. After a couple of more bobs up and down the shaft, Zack had started to work up a rhythm and Daniel raised his arms up and put his hands behind his head as the boy sucked on his dick like it was the only thing in the world that would keep him alive. He let this continue in this way for a couple of minutes before he decided to up the game. Reaching down, he wrapped the ponytail around his again and began controlling the boy’s back and forth strokes on the dick. Sometimes he would push the boy to the base and hold him there while he began to choke a little then pull him back and let him breathe as tears streamed down his face. Finally, when he was nearing his climax, he pulled the boy off entirely and moved onto the couch leaning forward over an arm, exposing his ass to the boy.

Zack did not need any direction and immediately dived at Daniel’s ass, kissing and biting the cheeks before diving into the crack and licking and tongue fucking his hole, just like Daniel had been doing to Zack’s moments ago. This felt sensational and Daniel moaned and said “That’s a good boy. Lick Daddy’s hole. Lick it all. Make Daddy proud.” With this encouragement the boy’s ministrations doubled and Daniel was floating in a wave of ecstasy and delight. After a few more minutes the licking stopped, Zack stood up and took Daniel by his hand, leading him down the short hall into the bedroom.

Pushing the older man onto the bed on his back, Zack reached over into the drawer and pulled out condoms and lube. Handing a condom to Daniel to put on, he took a little lube, placed it on his fingers and began to run it over and in his hole. Daniel opened the foil package and rolled it down his cock, once it was in place Zack took a little more lube and greased the outside of the condom. He then straddled Daniel and proceeded to lower himself onto Daniel’s cock. Once he had reached all the way to the base, he let out a pleased sigh and looked down at Daniel with a smile on his face. He then proceeded to bob up and down on Daniel’s thick dick, letting out cries of delight and pleasure as he did.

Daniel drew Zack to him and proceeded to kiss the boy’s mouth hungrily as the younger man kept bobbing on his dick. Daniel could feel his climax rising again and this time he was helpless to stop it. He broke off from the kiss to say “I’m close.” This just made Zack move faster on Daniel’s dick and suddenly the older man’s body stiffened and his hips shot up in thrusts as he came inside Zack’s ass. After a few more bobs up and down, Zack stopped and got off Daniel’s dick, removing the used condom and throwing it in the trash can beside the bed, before coming back over to lick up the remains of Daniel’s cum off of his softening dick.

“Did you like that Daddy?” Zack said in almost child-like tones.

“More than you even know boy, but we still have to do something about that rod of yours.”

“What do you have in mind?”
“Suit up and hand me that lube. I want you to fuck me good boy. Hold nothing back.”

“Yes sir!” The boy said with a smile as he tossed the lube at Daniel and grabbed another condom to place over his still hard dick. Daniel lubed up and Zack got between his legs, drawing his ass up. Grabbing the lube and putting a little more on the outside of the condom, he then lined up his throbbing cock to Daniel’s puckered hole and began to push in. Daniel’s eyes rolled back in his head as Zack’s dick pushed into his ass and hit his prostate hard. This brought some life back into Daniel’s spent dick but he was too entranced by the boy’s dick to worry much about his own. After Zack was all the way in, he drew almost all the way out, only to slam it back in, making Daniel reach out to both sides of the bed and crumple the sheets in his grasp.

Zack then started a steady in and out motion while Daniel rode the waves of pleasure. It was only as he started to pick up the pace that he said “Look me in the eyes Daddy and don’t look away!” Daniel focused on those honey brown eyes and got lost in them as the younger man started to pound his asshole with more fury. Daniel had to fight instinct to close his eyes and the longer he held eye contact the more furious the fucking got. Finally, he could tell the boy was close and he began flexing his ass muscles around that thick shaft to help the boy over the edge. When Zack crossed the line, his eyes shut and he moaned long and low, rumbling Daniel’s chest with the bass that came out of the moan. He closed his own eyes as well, as he came for the second time in an hour without even touching his dick. Slowly the boy stopped pumping and collapsed on the older man in a heavily breathing heap of flesh and bone. They both laid like that for a while, breathing and just being, with Daniel cradling the boy in his arms. Soon Zack softened enough that his dick slid out of Daniel’s hole and he got up to remove the condom and clean off. He also brought the towel over to Daniel to wipe the cum and sweat off the man’s torso, before laying back down and curling up on his chest again.

“That was great Daddy,” the boy said.

“Yes, it was baby boy. You know how to use that cock of yours.” Daniel said as he fought back a yawn.

“Did I wear you out?”

“I think so.”

“Stay then. We can repeat this in the morning, unless you have somewhere else to be.”
“No, I have nowhere else in the world to be.” Daniel said, as he looked into the boy’s face and smiled. They kissed for a little while longer and then laid there and drifted off to sleep.

The meet.

We met at a nice brew pub. I’m in my early 50’s and he is a little older. I was wearing a Golf shirt and some cargo shorts. I am always clean shaved and sometimes I even shave my body hair because I like to be neat and clean. I’d shaved everywhere today. He was in black jeans and a dark gray T-shirt. He has muscles and is a little hairy, including a pretty full, black and gray beard. He asked me some questions to confirm what we had chatted online about.

“So, Billy, you like to put on girl’s underwear and that gets you horny?” He is sipping his beer but not taking his deep, dark eyes off me.

“Oh shit! Well, yes. I don’t know why but it always has, Sir.” (He asked me to call him Sir when we chatted.) I can feel myself blushing. I know he can tell. What other embarrassing information have I shared with him?

“That’s ok, Billy. One of the reasons I agreed to meet you was because of that. I’ve had a few sissy boys before. I liked them very much. So, I’d like to see you in some frilly pink panties and a training bra. Would you like me to buy you some?” He is holding his beer on the table, rolling his fingers around the rim. He won’t take his eyes off me. 

“Ahhh… shit. Where would you get something like those, Sir?” I’m sitting back in my chair, not sure if I should leave now, or give in to my fantasies and let this play out.

“I know a place. They sell all sorts of cute little sissy costumes and outfits. They open in an hour. I’ll drive you there. Let’s make another stop, and then we can go there. ok?” His glass is empty. keys are in his hand. He is waiting for me to respond. He is ready to stand up and take me out to his car. What the fuck?

“What is the other stop?” I slurp down the last bit of my beer. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll show you.”

I wasn’t sure if I felt like a puppy following his master or a sheep being let to slaughter, but I followed him out to his huge SUV. 

I’ve never been to a Castle shop. He walked us through it like he knew just where he was going. Looking around at all the kinky sex toys made me even more nervous. 

“After we get you into some pretty under clothes, I’ll put you in some of this stuff. Ok, Billy?”

We are standing in what looks like a horse harness store. There are leather straps and buckles everywhere. He is holding a pair of pink leather handcuffs with a collar and ankle cuffs hanging down from silver chains. I just look up at him. I wish I’d had a camera to save the expression on my face. It would have been priceless!

I noticed a really naughty pink leather collar with the words ‘cock slut’ in jewels on it.  My fingers carefully touching it like it might bite me. “You don’t need to do that. I’m coming voluntarily, Sir.” 

“Oh, you like that one? We can get that one too.” Taking it off the wall. 

“Which one of these do you like?” He had turned and directed our attention to another wall covered with all sorts of different mouth gags, masks and full head covering hoods. This stuff is really scary! So, I immediately pick a traditional red rubber ball gag. The picture on the package is a guy with it strapped tightly in his mouth. His expression is one of fright and surprise. I shyly point to it. He looks at me. He laughs. 

“We will be taking this one too.” He takes a complicated looking panel gag with lots of straps, buckles, and a big rubber penis plug that gets strapped into the mouth. I feel myself blushing even more. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk out of the store. What a crazy feeling! He quickly drops the items into a cloth shopping bag, takes me by the arm, and off we go. 

The costume shop is in a pretty bad part of town. There are street people and hookers hanging out around here after dark. It turns out it is really an adult shop mostly selling really raunchy videos. It was sleazy just waking in the front door. But along one wall are the costumes. There are a lot of them. We rummage through all sorts of kinky outfits. Now and then one of us will pull one off the rack laughing while we share it. There are a lot of animal costumes. Pigs, sheep, bears and even a chicken! 

“Here we go. This is what I’m looking for.” He is holding up a pink satin dress with frilly white lace accents everywhere. With it are a pair of frilly panties and a sexy little pink bralette. He looks me over, takes a different size off the rack, and off we go!

Once we are back in his truck, he starts to get much more aggressive and sterner than ever before. He is getting into this. This isn’t just a fun little fantasy playing out anymore. This isn’t just an innocent online chat and a meet for a beer. I suddenly put together what he just purchased, and who he intends to use it all on. I’m getting nervous. I’ start to back pedal a little. He can tell.

“Sit still and shut up. I’m going to make your sissy dreams come true whether you like it or not. Got it, my little bitch?” I slowly, nervously nod my head.

“Good girl. Now get that collar you liked so much and put it on. Put it on right now.” He motions to the bag of kinky things. I shyly pick through the bag finding the pink ‘cock slut’ collar. It has a soft furry lining rubbing against my neck. As I’m buckling it, he interrupts me. 

“Be sure it’s really tight. Got it? I mean really tight.”

I move the strap in a couple more holes. It’s tight now. A wave flows over me. I feel light as air. I’m in a daze. I feel like I just changed into someone else! The girly pink collar secured around my neck suddenly turns me into a feminine little slut. This collar is like magic! I try not reacting to any of it. But I feel so much different wearing it! Shit!

He is watching my every move, licking his lips. His hand is in his crotch. He has a pretty good bulge going. I’m wondering how he is watching the road and me at the same time. 

“Get down here and suck me off, cock slut!” His zipper suddenly releases his bulge. His half hard cock pops out through his open jeans. It is fat and growing by the instant. I look over at him, fearful. 

I’ve only just kissed another guy before. And that was at a party a year ago. But that kiss was what got me started playing in the chat rooms. I liked it and I wanted more. I didn’t feel the rumble of the road or the noise of the truck’s engine anymore. My hand, seeming like it had a mind of its own, slid into his crotch grabbing his big throbbing man member. I felt his hand on the back of my head. He had a handful of my hair. He was pressing my head down into his lap. This was happening! Fuck me!

Just like my hand, my mouth seemed to know what to do. Is this what I’ve always been waiting for? Is this my role, my place in this life? I squeezed my lips as tight as I could around his growing cock and sucked as hard as possible. 

“Mmmm… that is a good little ‘cock slut’. The truck pulled off the road. We were in a parking lot or an open field. I couldn’t really tell, since my head was buried, bobbing up and down in his lap. His cock tasted awesome. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to taste all of him! I knew I should try to take it into my throat. Who doesn’t love that? I did my best. Choking and gagging a little each time. 

“Oh, fuck yeah! good girl!”

After several tries, I finally let it slip into my throat. I was trying to breathe and choke myself with his huge salty cock at the same time. It felt awesome having his slippery throbbing manly cock sliding in and out of my mouth and throat. I was in a rhythm taking it deep, sucking, and gagging. 

His grip on the back of my head tightened. He wouldn’t let me come up. My mouth and throat were filling up like I was drowning! I’m gasping for air. Trying to push myself up.

“Don’t you even try, you fuck! Take it! Take all of it!”

Cum blows all over his lap. His jeans and boxers are covered with it. My mouth is slimed and drooling. I am holding his soaking wet cock in one hand, squeezing it. It spurts again! I’ve got a load in my face too. 

He has an old T-shirt in the truck. We wipe up as much as we can. He roughly pulls me close, reaches over my shoulder, grabbing my chest and pinches one of my ‘tits’. Looking me in the eyes, he quietly says:

“We are going to have a real good time this weekend, my ‘cock slut’.

At first, I was begging her to let me go. But after a while I was begging to lick and suck her ass and cock. I couldn’t get enough! What has she done to me? I was never the same after that. Now I surf Gay trans sites hooking up with any cock swinging trans girl I can find. Am I ruined? Or just where I wanted to be all the time?

Checking out the gay and sissy websites is fun. I’ve always had a fantasy and an urge to be with a sexy crossdresser in pretty underwear and a sweet little clitty cock. Crossdresser boys seem to understand that an Alpha male likes all the sexy corsets and garters and push up bras. Who doesn’t love thigh high stockings and pantyhose and even some knee-high socks on a cute little schoolgirl? 

Sissies always seem to want to be of service to men and will do almost anything for their attention. While chatting with sissies and crossdressers they all seem to want a big strong male to date, and many want to become full time wives for them. 

Janet was different. Janet posted some pictures of her. She has big fat tits with huge dark brown nipples. Her ass is round and fat too. She has natural long blonde hair but does only an ok job with her makeup. She looks like an amateur drag queen. Usually not my style. But she keeps PMing me. She tells me she knows my real inner self, and she will help me find it. I don’t know what she is talking about. I’m a man. I have no real gay experience. I like crossdressers. I even kissed one last Halloween at a big party where there were a few gay and lesbian people attending. Some of the guys were wearing dresses, skirts and heels like they were going to prom. 

One of his friends came to me asking if I’d meet the little prom queen. He was cute and very shy. His friends rallied and dared him to kiss me. I was surprised but stayed there close until he quickly leaned in and kissed my cheek. i liked it. I took him by the arm, pulling him close so I could get a real kiss right on his sweet, peach flavored lips. 

He was nervous but mustered up the courage to asked me if I had a car. When I nodded, he pushed me toward the door to where everyone was parked. We kissed and groped each other in the car. He was really getting into it. So was I! I was unzipping the back of his dress while he was trying to unzip my slacks. I decided to give him what he wanted, pushing his head down into my lap. With the back of his dress pulled open, I explored the sexy lace bra and panties he was wearing. Very cute and sexy. He did a really good job. Best BJ I’d ever had. He was struggling to swallow, getting the cum down his throat. He was choking and drooling it all over. He admitted it was his first. I told him it was my first time with a sissy. He liked being called a sissy. 

So, I was obsessed with pretty sissy boys now. He was so sweet and innocent. His pretty prom dress pulled half off him, his pink lace bra and panties wouldn’t leave my dreams. I want more.

Janet lives in town. She sent me a lot of pictures. She is a white girl with dark brown nipples and a shaved crotch. She has many different costumes and outfits. She says she dances on trans night at the gay bar downtown. She said she has visited a few of the BDSM places in Seattle. She showed me pictures of her in handcuffs and wearing a ball gag. Very sexy and naughty! Her fat boobs are tied up in leather straps and have nipple clamps on them. I’ve always wanted to try bondage with someone while having sex with them. She shows me many crotch shots. Her panties are bulging from what she has tucked inside. Her cock is long, dark and fat. She is a very nasty thing. 

The night we meet is cold, dark and late. She says she was out in the bars and wants to hook up. I was bored and horny and hadn’t been with anyone since last Halloween. I drove to her address and knocked on the door. I probably shouldn’t have been smoking so much pot that night. She ordered me to stop and bring her some food. She ordered me to buy some Vodka, too. She told me to be on time. She said I’d be pleased if I was. And I’d be punished if I was late.

Punished? The thought of a trans woman punishing me made me little dick twitch. What is that all about?

Before I am allowed inside, she inspects the burritos and the bottle of vodka. She looks at her watch, glancing at me with mischievous eyes. She waited to say anything. She is checking me out, looking me up and down, like she is thinking of what to do with me. I am nervous. 

Janet is a little taller than I thought she would be. I’m 6 foot 2 and she has me by at least 2 or 3 inches. She is wearing a long black silk nightshirt that’s open at the top and goes down to her knees. Her huge milky white breasts in a black lace bra are pushing against it, spreading it open. The nightshirt is tight around her waist. She is more slender and shapely than I remember in her photos. She is pretty sexy. From the knees down I notice her legs are wrapped in black fishnet nylon stockings. Her shoes are shiny black 4-inch spike heels with straps that wrap around her ankles and up all the way around to the tops of her calves. Very naughty! I want in.

“Keep your eyes up here, sport. I’d don’t want to punish you for getting too much of a peek, do I? Or do I?”

I quickly look back up into her deep blue eyes. Punish me? There it is again. This might be heaven? Or this might be hell?

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good boy. You may come in. But on your hands and knees. That’s the rule. And don’t fuck around. My burritos are getting cold.”

She waits. I don’t move. I’m thinking this might the hell I was afraid of. Her nightshirt slips open a little more. She is wearing a sexy black and red vintage corset. It is tight and pushing her boobs up and out, like two beacons any man would, and must follow. My mind and my body reacted without my good judgement getting a say. I drop to my knees placing my hands on the threshold. Looking up at her, I nod and beg her to allow me inside.

“I’ll be a good boy, Ma’am.”

“Good. Follow me, bitch.”

She leads me to the middle of the living room. She has a number of leather cuffs and straps waiting there on the floor. As she locks my hands back behind my back, I question her. Bad idea.

Before I can finish asking why I am the one being cuffed and collared, she gives me a little slap on my cheek. 

“You don’t need to talk, sweetie. I’ll do enough of that for the both of us.”

She expertly cuffs, collars and binds me on my knees. I’m helpless and confused. I feel like a kidnapped slave just waiting to find out what the captors will do to me. 

“This isn’t really what I had in mind for tonight, ma’am.”

She pauses from eating her burrito and gives me a disapproving look. 

“I guess we will need this tonight.”

Getting up from the table she seems annoyed with me. Am I just an UberEATS driver tonight? A handful of buckles and straps drapes over my head. She pushes a rubber ball in my face and tells me to open up. This isn’t at all what I was hoping for. I’m going to get the fuck out of here.

“Open your fucking mouth, you little cunt!”

The ball is roughly forced in my mouth. Then all 3 straps and buckles are pulled tight. Before I know it, she is back eating her food, and I am struggling against the tight leather bindings and trying to force the ball out of my mouth. But, of course, all of this is useless and hopeless effort. I am fucked.

Or am I? After I relax a little, I notice the feeling of the bindings bringing a soft, warm euphoria over me. I’m completely helpless and at her mercy. But at the same time, I feel safe and appreciated. The gag just keeps me from saying more stupid things. She is going to enjoy my body and I’m going to enjoy hers. I hope. I realize being bound and gagged is a release of power, a giving in to the Master who now controls you. Losing control is a new, but welcome feeling for me. Do I like it? We will see.

She finishes eating and makes us a couple drinks. Vodka and ice. The strap holding my arms back to my ankles is released. She takes me by the arm and pulls me up. 

“Let’s get you back to the playroom, sweetie. Now I’m ready to fuck your brains out.”

“Mummph!”

We walk past the very nice master bedroom, passing it. We continue down the hall to the end. She opens a heavy wood door and pushes me inside.  There is only an old brass bed, some dungeon type items on one wall, and a large dresser. There are 2 cameras on tripods pointing at the bed. The bed is unmade, and the sheets are wrinkled. There are 3 or 4 pillows lying about. On the dresser are more leather straps, dildos, and some bottles of lotion. She takes a long riding crop from the wall, telling me to get back on my knees. I do.

My hands are buckled back to my ankles again. She kneels with me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. She releases the straps holding in my mouth gag, and carefully removes the ball from my mouth. Another kiss. This time she opens my mouth with her long, warm wet tongue and rolls it around in my mouth. Her hands are on me. Rubbing my chest and my ass. Soon her hands are in my crotch, giving my cock and balls a nice soft squeeze. I feel like my eyes are rolling back in my head in ecstasy. This is getting better. Much better. 

“Do you like this, baby?’ Do you like me? I was oh so hoping you’d like me.”

Her gentle hands and her soft, warm breath on my neck was mesmerizing. She smells sweet, like a sexy, natural woman. She is nuzzling and kissing my neck. I feel my cock beginning to grow. My jeans unzip and it is allowed to stretch out. She squeezes it and pulls and pushes it, stroking me like a horny little prom date. 

“Yeah, Janet, Ma’am. I fucking love you!”

“Then you can show me, baby.”

Her body slides up pushing her breasts in front of me. She opens the corset allowing her bare skin to rub both sides of my face. I kiss and suckle her warm, sweet skin. She positions a nipple in my mouth. I give it a good hard suck and I don’t stop. Her grip on my cock tightens. I hear her moan in pleasure. This is nice!

“You keep doing that, baby, and we are going to just fine!”

She moves her breasts back and forth giving each nipple a good share of my mouth. I lick between them and them suck hard. 

“You’re getting me really horny, baby. You’re doing so good. I love you for it.”

Before I can respond, she stands up putting her crotch right in my face. The front of her nightshirt drapes over my head. I’m in a dark, warm silky tent enjoying the aroma of her perfume. Her hands slowly pull her panties down from each side. I can’t really see very much of what is happening. But I am horny, and ready for her.

Her long firm cock flops across my face. She takes moment to step out of her panties. I feel a hand firmly take my head from the back. Her other hand is holding her 8-inch-long lady cock. The tip of it is wet from leaking as it rubs across my cheek and finally against my lips. I take a little sample of her early jizz as I kiss the tip. I suppose I better be ready to do this. it’s very much past the point of no return now. It was an hour ago, I think to myself. I almost laugh. 

I feel more pressure on the back of my head. Her cock is pressing against my drooling, virgin mouth. I slowly open and it pops right in. She was waiting. And she was ready. And off we go!

“That’s a good boy, Billy. Show me how much you love me, baby!”

I suck and I let it poke into the back of my throat. I lick the tip and I suck the whole thing. I squeeze it with my lips and run up and down on the shaft. I’ve sort of got the breathing part of it working ok. I try anything I can think of to be a good cocksucker. I think to myself that I’m not so experienced at this end of this. I almost laugh again.

And then it happens.

“Oh, mother fucker!”

My cheeks puff out and my throat fills up. I can’t breathe! I blow snot and cum out of my nose. She isn’t pulling away either, the bitch! I wiggle and struggle with her fay cock and her huge, sticky load. There is no way I could ever swallow even a half of this! I’m not sure I want any of it. But there is so much, and so much is in my mouth, I can’t help but gulp some it down, just to get it out of my mouth. Then I gulp again. 

‘I love you, baby! Don’t stop!”

I use my lips to squeeze a few more dribbles from her cock. I swallow again. Then again. There is plenty running down my chin onto my shirt, but I swallowed a lot of it too. Her grip on the back of my head is still firm. She is moving her hips back and forth, stroking in my mouth. I suck and let her keep sliding in and out. There is going to more, isn’t there?

Over the next few minutes her throbbing cock erupts twice more. I do my best to swallow the goo. My mouth and face are sloppy with it. I’m breathing hard, catching my breath. She leans down and kisses my wet cheek. 

“You are a real ladies’ man, my boy. I’m going to give you a treat for being such a good pleaser.”

After she cleans herself up, I am laid on the bed face up. She removed most of the leather gear and all of my clothes. But my hands are cuffed to the top of the bed. For the first time I see her in all her trans glory. Standing next to bed, white smooth skin, wide heavy hips, big floppy boobs and erect brown nipples, and sporting a full-on raging 9 inch hard on. She is stroking herself as she gazes over my helpless, naked body. One devious look and then she climbs on. 

I’m going to give you a little taste of me you haven’t gotten yet, you bad boy.”

She climbs on me backwards. Her huge fay butt cheeks are sagging over my face, spread out over me. She grabs both cheeks, spreading them wider, sitting just right so her ass hole is right over my mouth and nose. My lips are kissing the lips of her wide-open hole. I can feel the weight of her on me. She is chubby and very heavy. I can’t move! Oh gees! 

I can feel her long hard cock flop onto my chest. She has a grip on my erect cock, and is beginning to stroke me. 

“Stick out your tongue and lick my ass baby”

There is slippery jelly all over my cock. She is giving me a really aggressive hand job. I can feel her moving on my chest, stroking her own cock too. She keeps rocking her ass to keep my tongue right in the middle of her wide-open butthole. My nose is barely able to get away from the back of her to gain a quick breath before she moves back in, forcing my probing tongue in deeper. 

Her hand stroking my cock feel amazing! I feel myself getting ready to orgasm. I stiffen my tongue and push it all the way in. Opening my mouth as far as I can to push in as deep as possible. I even wiggle it a little inside her. I’m going to cum with her ass in my face. What the fuck?

I guess she can tell. She squeezes my cock really hard and holds it there. I’m moaning and struggling for a breath. She is squatting on me harder. I push my tongue in for one last thrust before I am done. I can’t breathe! I try to scream but instead cum like a volcano! I feel her ass hole pulsating and the sensation of warm fluid as she comes with a loud gasp all over my chest. 

I must have passed out.

She says she smothered me with her butt until I suffocated. I was out for a just a few seconds. Then I slept for an hour. And here we are. 

She is in a cute red nightie, and I am cuddled in her bed, naked and no longer handcuffed. It is warm and comfortable in here. I don’t want to go out in the cold to go home. I notice it is 3 am. She says she needs to get up at 6. Laughing. 

“If you stay, baby, I’ll expect you have lunch ready at 1. Salad and salmon. Can you do that?”

I cook a lot. i can cook some salmon. I shyly nod.

Before she leaves in the morning, she says she has a gift for me. A collar with the words ‘Janet’s bitch” on it. She tells me I’ll be wearing ti everywhere we go. Including the party tomorrow night. 

I think about going out to my car and leaving. But I like the way the collar looks on me too. She keeps me around when she wants me. Two or three night a week. That works for me. Especially since she started fucking me. But that is a whole other story.

Billy

I went on my first vacation alone for my 25th birthday. I had been to Fort Lauderdale a few times and it just so happened that none of my friends could take time off for my birthday trip. Even though I would only be able to go for a long weekend I couldn’t pass up the chance to get away.

I got off work early Friday and headed straight to the airport. I arrived at the resort a little before 8pm so had just enough time for a quick shower before heading out to the bars for the evening. I took an Uber over to Wilton Manors and popped into a few bars for a quick drink before heading over to Ramrod to flirt with some leather daddies. Because I was in such a rush from the airport I had skipped dinner and the drinks were starting to catch up pretty quick. Upon arriving to the Ramrod I discovered it was underwear night. At first I was super excited …until I realized you had to strip down to your underwear in order to gain entry. Unfortunately, I had chosen to go commando for the evening. I explained my situation to the door guy. He told me they sold jock straps with the bar logo on them if I wanted to purchase one inside. I really didn’t want to go all the way back to the hotel so I agreed. He let me pay my cover and proceed inside to the clothes check booth just inside the door. There were a few guys stripping out of their clothes and handing them to a huge muscle dude working the clothes check booth. I explained to him my agreement with the door guy. He got a devilish smile on his face and said the jocks were for sale behind the bar, but I would need to strip first and check my clothes before I headed to the bar to buy my jock.

I can be a little shy and this was certainly pushing me beyond my comfort zone. I could feel my face turn red and a asked him for clarification if he meant I was to strip naked and walk through the bar to purchase my jock. He smiled and said that was exactly right…or my option would be to go home and get some underwear then come back. The guys standing around were loving my predicament. They were laughing and encouraging me to strip. I even had a few offers to help.

I guess the drinks from earlier and missing dinner had me just drunk enough to overcome my nerves. I agreed and took off my shirt to hand to the guy working clothes check. I pulled my wallet out of my shorts and then popped the button, slid down my zipper and took one last look around. I had my wallet in my left hand and with my right hand I lowered my shorts to my knees and stepped out of them one foot at a time. Bam! There I was in nothing but my flip-flops and a nervous smile.

The guy quickly took my shorts from me and then said he would be right back with my claim ticket/bracelet. He turned his back to me, dropped my things into a bag and wrote a number on the outside in black marker. He turned back around and told me to stick out my wrist so he could attach the bracelet.

The guys around me were loving the show and the clothes check guy was taking his sweet time attaching my bracelet. He was asking where I was visiting from and making idol conversation like I wasn’t standing in the doorway naked. Something about the whole scene was a little thrilling and it was only a few moments before I realized I was starting to get a hardon.

After he got my bracelet on he grabbed me by the hand and said he would take me to the bar to help me get my jock. With my hand in a tight grip he took a step toward the front door and leaned out to tell the door guy to hold the line while he took a short break.

Then he took off into the crowded bar with me in tow. The crowd was thick and there were plenty of groping hands, wandering eyes and big smiles as I was led through the bar by the beast of a man. He stopped every few steps to say hello and introduce me to his friends. My face was bright red at this point and my dick, ass and nipples had been groped enough the I was sporting a full-on boner…which only added to my embarrassment. As we made our way to the bar I was a bit surprised when we went right past the last bartender and out a door onto the patio. It was a bit quieter than the bar and much brighter lit! It felt like all eyes turned toward me when we came out the door. The muscle dude leading me by the hand was pulling me through the crowd until we got right up to the bar. He turned around and asked me what I wanted to drink. I told him I just wanted to buy a jock and I would get a drink afterwards. He just laughed and said “Oh, ok! Well they sell those inside! Have a drink with me first and then we can go in and grab you a jock.” He reached down and grabbed my now rock hard cock and started to slow stroke it as he said..” It looks like you are really enjoying this, you can’t be in that big of a hurry..”

Everything had happened so quickly. Here I was standing on the back patio naked with a boner while this total stranger slow jerked me for the dudes standing around watching. The booze and being really horny made it really hard to focus. Without letting go of my dick, he turned back to the bar and ordered two shots. He handed me one of the shots and clinked his galls with my then downed his shot. He put it on the bar and then started playing with one of my nipples while he stroked my cock. A couple of the guys standing around got in on the fun and they were all talking about how sexy I was as they jerked my dick and played with my nipples, chest and ass.

I had NEVER been in a situation like this and was just drunk enough to really just let myself go and enjoy the attention. They were getting me worked up to the edge where I thought I was going to cum. I couldn’t help but moan as I got more into the attention. The more I moaned the more it seemed like more hands got involved. When my breathing was starting to get faster and deeper the muscle dude leaned into my ear and asked if I was gonna cum for him. I just shook my head yes and he told me to tell him when I was getting close. All the guys around me were rubbing, tugging and talking dirty to turn me on more. I told them I was getting close and the muscle dude told me “ ride the edge but don’t cum until I give you permission…”

That bossy control just turned me on even more. I was basically a sweaty panting mess. I was getting really close to the point of no return and I told them I was about to cum. That is when he reached into the cocktail of the guy next to us and pulled out an ice cube. He swiped it across my nipples and then dropped it into his hand he was using to jerk me off. He proceeded to slide the ice up and down my dick. The shock stopped my quickly approaching orgasm. He grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me to face the bar. He took my wallet out of my hand and asked the bartender to hold onto it for safe keeping. He lifted my hands up and placed them on the brass rail running around the top of the bar. I was still super horny and so I just went with the flow. He was standing behind me and I felt him kneel and grab my ass cheeks a moment before he spread them and started eating my ass. The feeling was overwhelming, and I had to hold onto the brass rail to keep standing. The guys on either side of us backed up a little to get a better look……before I knew it there was a half circle of guys standing around watching the show of this complete stranger rimming me in the bar for a crowd. One of the guys on my right slid a barstool up next to me and then lifted my right knee up and placed it on the stool. This caused me to spread my legs open wider to give my sexy muscle dude even better access to my hole. Before I knew it the guy on the other side repeated the move until I was spread eagle with my both my knees on barstools. They took turns sliding them a few inches out until my legs were as wide as they would go. The sexy stranger kept rimming my ass and tounge fucking my hole. The other guys around started to jerk my cock and play with my nipples again. Someone grabbed a lube packet out of a bowl on the bar and slicked up my dick. The fondling and rimming continued until I could feel my body covered in sweat. The bartender was really enjoying the show and I watched as he took a box off the back of the bar and set it down in front of me. It was a dildo of some porn star. He stared me in the eye as he slowly opened the top of the box, reached inside and pulled the fat and veiny dildo out of the box. He took the tip and moved it slowly up to my lips. Then he slowly added pressure until the cock started to slide between my lips into my mouth with each moan and grunt. Once he had the dildo in my mouth he started to work it in and out. The crowd was loving it and the dirty talk escalated. They were calling me slut, whore and pig. The whole scene was surreal, but I was too drunk and horny to stop myself from enjoying the sensations.

The bartender pulled the dildo out of my mouth and started to deep kiss me. Then he would pull back and slide the dildo back in my mouth. Then he rotated in his fingers. Dildo, kiss and then finger fuck my mouth with two fingers. Then dildo, kiss and fingers. Then dildo, kiss and three fingers. Then kiss and fingers and kiss and fingers. He handed the guy on my left the dildo and a bottle of lube as he kept up his kissing and finger-fucking my mouth.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as the guy lubed up the dildo and then handed it to someone behind me. A moment later the tongue in my ass was replaced with the head of the dildo. I was a horny mess on the edge of the best orgasm of my life and I allow the head of the dildo to slip into my ass. I felt it go deeper and deeper as the bartender had switched to just finger fucking my mouth and talking dirty with the crowd. The muscle dude and bartender started to work my mouth and ass in a rhythm. They had me sweating and grunting from the pounding at both ends. The guys on either side were tugging at my nipples. Whoever was jerking my dick stopped and started tapping my balls. The pain and pleasure mix had me grunting and moaning with pleasure but made it impossible to get closer to an orgasm.

I was really starting to get into the scene when I noticed a flash to my right. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see the guys at the end of the bar taking pictures with their phones. Between grunts and moans I looked up to the mirror above the bar and noticed the scene behind me for the first time. Almost every guy on the patio had his phone out taking video of my situation. The muscle dude was now standing behind me off to one side and pounding my ass with the dildo to give everyone a great view. He was also reaching under my wide spread legs to tap my balls and dick to keep the orgasm at bay. The bartender had worked my mouth and throat to drooling mess and was fucking my throat to the point of gagging me with each thrust to create more drool. He must have noticed the panic in my eyes because he said “ It’s too late to turn back now. You are already famous on Pornhub!”

The muscle dude stopped tapping my balls and started stroking my dick again. I watched in the tilted mirror above the bar as he knelt down and started milking me like a cow for the crowd. The guy on my left held the lube bottle up over my ass so a slow stream of lube dripped onto my hole where the dildo was now going balls deep and then all the way out and plunging balls deep …over and over. The muscle dude called another stranger over to take over the dildo fucking so he could focus on my dick.

The embarrassment really set in when I realized there must be at least 50 phone cameras pointed at me and I could feel the orgasm getting closer. The crowd was cheering me on like it was a sport and I could see in the mirror that my face was dripping in sweat and drool and was bright red. I could hear myself grunting with each plunge of the dildo and I could feel my balls pulled tight against my body.

The muscle dude yelled over the crowd “ Cum for us piggy!” I felt the first electric shock from my orgasm tighten every muscle in my body and arch my back. The dildo started a jackhammer pace and the guy with the lube felt like he emptied the bottle on my hole, which made the fucking sound that much more sloppy. The lube ran down my crack to my balls and dick. The muscle dude used the extra lube to start jerking my cock in time with the dildo thrusts. The overstimulation made my orgasm stall at the very moment before release.

I was suspended in the sluttiest moment of my life and unable to shoot my load. It made me moan loud enough to draw more cheers from the crowd. The noise from the crowd made my eyes flip back up to the mirror just in time to watch the look on everyone’s faces as the first shot of cum left my dick. Then wave after wave of orgasm matched shot after shot of cum rocketing out of my dick.

All the phones recording, camera flashes everywhere and all eyes of the crowd on me. The guys around me pumped all my holes and dick until they had worked out every last drop of cum. Then almost as if on cue, the fingers came out of my mouth, the dildo out of my ass and I felt myself lifted from behind and stood weak kneed on the floor.

Someone handed me the dildo. The bartender handed me my wallet and the muscle dude grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me in front of him as we walked back toward the inside of the club. As we walked he didn’t say a word. He just used my neck to steer me into the club and then into a line of guys waiting to see the bartender at the bar inside.

He slapped me on the ass and said “Here you go. This bartender has the jocks for sale. But I wouldn’t even bother if I were you.” Then he pointed to the large video screen on the wall. The screen showed a PornHub video loading. The video started and there I was. Spread eagle on some bar stools getting dildo fucked for a crowd. Atleast you couldn’t see my face.

Then the camera started to move around me and then my face came into clear focus. Eyes rolled back in my head, drool streaming out of my mouth and grunting like a pig. I stood and watched in shock as the entire crowd in the bar witnessed me getting used like a sex doll for the patio crowd.

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Joey: T-Room Trade

He was a shroud, a ghost figure wrapped in that sheet, that baseball cap holding his tee shirt veil in place so all that was visible were his lips and he would never know who might be delivering that next package, who would be offered that next meaty meal.

Despite the uncertainty as to where this might end it was a better situation than the rape in that School Dorm toilet at the hands of this burly beast who had now set up his own court in the stall next to him and Joey could hear that action clearly, echoing against the cold tiles.

It was a carnival show, this Ringmaster calling out to the audience to get ready for the next act, to step right up join in the fun.

It had seemed like hours, some moments even quiet and less demanding, that flow of dicks and spatter across his body ebbing and now late in the evening he sometimes found himself alone, sitting in that booth with only the soundtrack of moans and the slapping of flesh-on-flesh echoing through that Park toilet.

Still blinded from seeing any of his abusers as he was fed dicks and even casually manhandled he could only focus on the scene in the Dorm toilet and contrast this action with his introduction to servicing dick, being a plaything to be teased and toyed with.

He now knew the name of that janitor as these men addressed him directly, always respectfully, often with casual banter as if sharing an inside joke, certainly having shared some past sexual exploits here in this hall.

Kurt stood sentinel outside his stall doorway, no one entering without approval, allowing the majority of those late night haunters stand just out of reach to watch, to listen and learn what might be in store if they dared to cross Kurt the wrong way.

Tony had been pimped out like a piece of meat, doled out to those deserving and even some willing to pay for the pleasure in barter or bargained for in some trade-off that Joey would not be party to, humiliating as well as flattering, the demands on Kurt’s new Boy Toy specific in that expectation of immediate satisfaction.

These men were more than willing to take advantage as Tony sat there and he could quickly assess some scene to come. He soon lost count.

There was that man who desperately shoved his spongy meat across Joey’s lips, snaking it just down his throat and leaving it there till he would finally gag, gasping for air.

If that dick had been able to get hard it was doubtful he would have survived that assault but the scene ended with his face being slowly slapped by that thick spongy tissue, fed that low hanging nutsack as this older Daddy jerked off frantically, finally spraying that hot jizz across Joey’s cheeks.

Too long or just a stump, stiff as a stick or limp as a wet noodle, Joey sat passively through all that action whether demanding or just suggestive, gentle or determined to make this freebie count.

He was that promotional package set on your doorstep, unannounced and unexpected and all the more fun for that surprise.

It was a surprise for both him and this entourage of men arriving in a steady stream, some just content to watch, others with intent as they primed their pump handles to deliver a spray of cum just across his lips or somewhere deep down his throat, just as often using Joey as a sitting target, stepping back to fire that volley and he was soon coated in a sheen of cum from ankles to his puffy lips, glazed and now pouty from the face pounding he dutifully submitted to all evening.

He felt it had been hours since they had entered this park toilet and knew there were as many men that fed him dick as had stood aside watching because he could hear that huffing, that slapping of flesh even as he was pulled forward onto another stiff dick.

He knew those glory holes right and left were being used as well as someone took advantage of stiff dicks presented but thankfully that was just fewer that he had to service.

That veil of his tee shirt covering his eyes was a relief, avoiding any immediate recognition, any possible recognition for those many past nights of hit and run.

Tonight he was that setup, a target for all these men who might have been on the receiving end of his larcenous deeds. It also provided a shield from that sprays of cum that were aimed at him from all the men hovering, watching, wanking.

The other advantage was the dark.

There was nothing to identify him, traveled here in that shroud, just a mouth, another hole to stick your dick, tonight’s unannounced gift from this beefy blond Polish stud that so many of these men had admired, already serviced or just desired over the years.

Tonight he was playing Master of Ceremonies determining the ebb and flow of men as they circled this stall door, often with just a nod and a sidestep if allowed access to that inner sanctum, to take their place before this porcelain throne, making promises or outright pleas, public exhortations for some personal relief before this audience of courtiers and visers, the wizened and wanting.

The more needy and greedy were happy to make their appeals, even perform for this Impresario to display their own talents as not everyone could deepthroat that slab of Polish beef, but a willing attitude or an aptitude for flattery and fawning could also hold Kurt’s attention until that next mouth came along.

That was where you were be best positioned to get Kurt’s attention and deference among that circle of men waiting and wanking alongside this featured performer, brought to this stage for a one night stand with that talent for sword swallowing and juggling ballsacks to a syncopated beat of sex, shuffling feet circling the action, throaty moans a background chorus reverberated across this hollow, tiled toilet.

Tony could feel the head of his swollen dick bouncing off the ring of that toilet as yet another desperado banged at his throat, grabbing him by the back of the head, face fucking him as roughly as he pleased.

If there was any sense that Tony was being abused beyond a necessary need for relief Kurt would spin into that booth for a quick assessment, wheeling that aggro out before patting Tony on the cheek and offering a few words of encouragement.

To Be Continued..

It had been at least a month since David texted me or called me. He was my first gay experience and then my second, third and now too many to count. As it turned out, when I had free time and David could host, I would make love to him. We fucked in every room in his house. I longed for his orgasm, his cum, his smell and for the mutual high we got just being naked together. I was falling for him.

I’m 46 and just tried being with men. David was my first. However, what they don’t tell you is that when you have a fuck friend or a casual sexual male partner, you can fall in love. It was like going back to high school, like a rebirth of my sexuality. Perhaps I always could love a man as my sexual partner. After all, I thought about it in my early years. However, I let myself go with David. Even now, I envision being on my knees on his bed, my back arched, him gently holding my hips and sliding his dick in and out of me. I used to watch him in the mirror as he fucked me. We always ended in missionary with our tongues tangled moaning as he came deep inside me. That was our favorite sex. Then we would talk for hours, about everything in the world. It was sex at first, then everything else. I was falling.

It was a Tuesday. Normally I don’t get together with David this early in the week. However, he called me and very quietly told me “We can’t see each other anymore.” As it turned out, David’s husband, whom I thought knew David was having affairs, really did not. David was truthful and told me that he told his husband about me. He explained that David, his husband and I would never have the promised threesome and David could not see me, ever. I was being dumped.

I went home that evening upset. My wife and kids kept asking why. I was alone. I couldn’t say why. I told them I thought I was coming down with a flu. I couldn’t sleep, eat or really concentrate on work. The.n I tried calling David just to see if he was sure. He changed his phone number! I thought of going to his house like a psycho ex, but I am not that way. I had to mourn his loss alone.

They don’t tell you this on porn sites or in blogs or on websites like Grindr. Those places make casual sex seem fun, hot, dirty and emotionally detached. Nevertheless, having sex like I did with David brings you close. When you swallow his cum, his cock, crave his smell and even love his dirty body odor, if happenstance you also become friends…detachment becomes awful and painful. So. If you’re contemplating exploring your gay side, beware. Even worse, if you do it in secret and have nobody to talk to, it’s even worse.

As David became more of a distant memory and my wife started seeing me become more normal, I wrote off gay, bisexual and everything with men pertaining to sex. I told myself this was a chapter in life and David was gone because I was not meant to do this. This was until my employer sent me back to Winter Park, the Alfond Hotel, where I first me David. I was asked, again, to cover depositions in Orlando…lawyer work. The thing about it was, from the second I entered the room I remembered how David’s large cock first stretched out my tight asshole, how his cock first entered my mouth and how nervous I was to feel a man seduce and make love to me. The kissing, the slapping of his balls on my ass, he breath and taste of his cock were flooding my memories. I worked, but all I could do was think of sex with men.

So, I resorted to Grindr. I made an account, I logged on and found nobody. I then watched porn. That lead me to Sniffies. This was a site where men could anonymously find other men for sex. It was perfect because all those I talked to in Grindr wanted face pics. On Sniffies, right on the screen there was a map of who was near you and they had their cock, their ass, their asshole or them in lingerie. Grindr did not have a map or these dirty pics right there as you logon. Turns out that Sniffies was a cruising site. Evidently, there is a population of gay men who just go out and fuck…even in random places. I thought this was a myth created by homophobics. Not so it seems.

I thought quick sec would be easy. I figured 10 pm after work, I’d be in the hotel having a fun sexual encounter. Before I knew it, 2 am rolled around and it was just me. So much for Sniffies. Guys were interested but they were strange, weird or not my type.

This changed on the ride home. Out of curiosity I kept Sniffirs open as I traveled back to Palm Beach County. It was entertaining. In places like Bithilo (very rural/redneck) there were lots of guys looking for males to have fun with. It was incredible actually. Little do we know, men who want to have sex with men are everywhere! And this Sniffies map showed where they were on a Google style map. It was crazy!

When I was in Melbourne I stopped for gas. On Sniffies a guy in leather with a nice girth cock and trimmed pubes messaged me. “Your cock is hot, love your pic!” I responded, “I’m not into leather, but your cock is much needed today. Love it.” He quickly came back saying “Come to my hotel. Let’s meet.” I told him I could not. I was traveling to Palm Beach, maybe next time. However, he then explained he and his husband were in town from Texas and there would be no next time. He wanted me to meet up at their hotel room for drinks and “We will see what else?”

I got on the road. I couldn’t do this. My wife was expecting me home in 2 hours. He then sent me a picture of he and his husband. He was Hispanic, with a thick 7 or so inch cock and somewhat shorter than me. Maybe 5’9”. His husband was 6’, white and very pale, stockier / somewhat fit with a large cock. It was at least 8 inches. They sent another picture with them in bed, their cocks together, grinding. Their names were Jave and Mike. Their final appeal to me was a picture with Jave sucking the top of Mike’s cock. He said “I need your help with this.”

The butterflies in my stomach shot through the roof. I tried to say, I’m not gay. I’m not into men anymore. I tried. Yet, I found my car turned around. I somehow was heading to their hotel. That hotel ended up in my GPS. I stopped by a restaurant on the way there. I had supplies in my trunk wheel well saved there for David and I to where I could clean up before encounters. As I was in a restaurant bathroom before reaching the hotel, cleaning up, somehow my cock was hard, veiny, pulsing and showing precum. I dabbed my precum with my finger and told myself, “I will turn and go home if this doesn’t taste good.” My precum was salty, manly and I loved it. Even my own cum drove me wild.

I somehow ended up with my hands shaking, knocking on a Holiday Inn door. These guys could be murderers. I tried to leave. They could be serial killers. Gay bashers! How could I be doing this? My underwear had that precum cold spotty feeling…I was so hot. I even felt as if my asshole was more lubricated. Was this possible? It was a Holiday Inn with two strangers from Texas. This was dangerous. This was dirty. This was stupid. This was so hot.

Jave opened the door. He was the female in the relationship for sure. He said “Jack! We thought you were standing us up!” “It is so good to see you!” Jave was dressed in a bathing suit. He was clearly at the beach or pool today. He had a tight shirt on. He was not muscular, but was good looking. Then Mike approached. Mike was in a shorts and a shirt as well. Mike was tall and looked sun burnt from his Florida visit. He shook my hand. Meeting these guys was awkward.

Jave quickly got me a margarita. He knew I was super scared and super nervous. He could see it. I probably was shuddering. Mike sat down and I stood there with Jave drinking a margarita. I couldn’t help but be concerned about date tape. Being drugged etc, So, hopefully they are not reading this because I didn’t drink the margarita. I did not trust them yet was there to have sex with them. What was I doing?

As we talked, I got more comfortable. We talked about marriage. They had a lot of questions about sex with my wife. I did t tell them about David. I did say I really was not experienced with guys. Before I could really get more of that out, Jave moved in closer and asked “Would you be okay if I made out with you?” Mike chimed in, “Yes, if Jave doesn’t like the way you kiss, the drinks aren’t free!” It was humorous. Mike was joking trying to soften a still awkward moment. I was there for 40 minutes though so Jave’s question moved the encounter. Nervously, “Yes” I said and as I was about to say more, our lips connected.

We open mouth kissed at first. His face was somewhat unshaven, so I didn’t like the rough. Nevertheless as I opened my mouth and let his tongue and mine collide, that changed. Jave’s soft tongue slid across mine slowly as I felt his hand slowly rubbing my already erect cock. I was doing this again. Mike commented, “Wow, that is hot. Mmmm.” Mike got up and pulled me away from Jave.

Mike roughly grabbed my body pulled it into his and began deep kissing me wildly. I could feel his massive erect cock rubbing into mine as he moaned with pleasure. He kissed harder and more aggressively than Jave. We were both breathing hard with our tongues tangled deep in each others mouth. Then I felt Jave unbuttoning my jeans and ripping my pants down. I heard him removing his clothes.

As I continued my deep kissing with Mike, Jave kissed my neck. He kissed my back.I could feel his naked soft and sexy body against mine. He then began kissing my ass cheeks moaning “Baby your ass is so hot.” He licked and kissed around the crack as he caressed my ass softly.

Mike began peeling his shorts off unleashing his monster cock. I was breathing heavy as our lips broke apart and he grabbed my cock and his. He was softly rubbing them together. Mike whispered “Does it scare you?” He caressed our two cocks together. I thought he was 8 inches but he had to be more. Mine was 7 inches, I know, I’ve measured it. He looked a lot bigger I thought. “No, I said lustily. Kiss me.” I grabbed our cocks in my hand and dove my tongue deep in his mouth. I could feel him shudder with ecstasy as our cocks moved together in rhythm. My precum was seeping from me. He could feel it as our penises rubbed together between us

Jave then went from my ass cheeks to my hole. He gently used his tongue to spread my hole exposing every pleasure nerve in my body. As I rhythmically had my tongue dancing in Mike’s mouth, with our cocks nearly reaching a crescendo of cum, Jave worked his tongue as deep as he could onto my asshole. I was incredible. I could barely take more. I was close to coming and Mike knew it.

Mike then stopped and said “You want my dick in your hot mouth?” He grabbed my cheeks gently as he kissed me lightly once again. He sat down on the nearby couch and I followed him hungrily, wanting to taste his massive man tool deep in my mouth. I knelt on the floor as he spread his legs and sat back. His massive pole and beautiful tight ballsack were right in my face. I could smell his manhood. He smelled like sex. He was at the pool or beach all day and then was doing something dirty with Jave. The smell drove me wild with sexual desire. I licked the head of his cock trying to savor this moment and not go too fast. It didn’t work, I opened my mouth and slid his cock as deep into my mouth as possible. He moaned hard and grabbed my hair, “Yex, take that cock down. Mmm”

Mike’s pleasure caused Jave to sit next to Mike on the couch. They began making our heavy as I devoured Mike’s thick hard cock. As I took it from my mouth the glistening cock almost seemed as if it was pulsing precum. I licked the precum wildly as I took in the hot smell of his precum. Smoke was moaning deeply as he was making out with Jave and jerking Jave off.

Jave then began straddling Mike placing his wide open asshole directly in my face and right in line with Mike’s massive penis. His asshole smelled like man scent, dirty, yet sexy and It looked amazingly pink and inviting. His man hole was too much to ignore. I switched from pleasuring Mike and ran my tongue around the rim slowly as Jave moaned with approval. I continued burying my tongue in his ass as I rubbed and caressed Mike’s balls. I was kissing Jave’s sexy hole like I kissed he and Mike earlier. Mike was making out with Jave and so was I.

Mike instinctively began positioning his cock into the opening of Javes ass. I could feel his head competing with my tongue for the entrance. Jave maoned “Oh God, fuck me please.” As he said this, I used my hand to position the large mushroom head into the hole. This penis was thick and Jace’s hole easily accepted it, just as my hole easily accepted David’s dick eventually. As Mike fucked Jave with my saliva as the lubricant I could see that every stroke he pulled back it seemed to stretch the hole outward. It was so hot to watch up close.. Then I began taking Mike’s balls in my mouth, licking them and sucking them as Jave slowly lowered his open asshole on Mike’s beautiful manhood. The smells of their man scent, of their sex organs, of cum, of saliva and the sounds of all of us maiming quietly filled the room. This was sheer pleasure. I wanted this to last forever.

Jave then began saying, “ I’m going to cum.” Mike then pushed Jave off him, I sat on the floor in front of them. Jave stood up and turned to me. Mike said “Suck him, make him cum.” Jave stood there in front of me and I got on my knees and complied with Mike’s request. “Yes!” Mike whispered, “Make my husband cum in your mouth!” Jave’s cock was very stiff and I could tell me was going to come. He looked down at me and grabbed my hair, “Yes, baby!” he whispered, “Oh yes.” As he did this Mike then came from behind and slid is dick deep into Jave’s sexy ass and began pushing Jave’s dick deeper into my throat than expected by fucking Jave. This caused me to almost gag. Mike began hard pulses as Jave let go of his seed. I helped by working his dick deep into my mouth and throat. Oh how I loved deep throating.

Jave began cumming in pulses. At first there was a light salty sweet liquid that I swallowed hungrily. As Mike fucked him, I could feel thick streams of bitter salty sex fluid gushing into my mouth. Jave was moaning very loud in utter pleasure. At one point the cum spilled out of my mouth it was so much. The combination of Mike pounding his cock into Jave’s prostate and me sucking him passionately caused him to have a massive long orgasm. He was writhing in pleasure as he stood there.

I thought that both of them came at this point. This was the most incredibly hot and dirty sex I’ve ever experienced. I expected that Jave would have cum dripping from his ass. Mike then said, “I’m saving my cum for you Jack. I bet your pussy is tight.” He was right, my man pussy was wet with Jave’s saliva but would be right fir his large cock.

As I wiped my mouth while kneeling on the floor looking up at his massive hairy penis I began with the butterflies again. I was nervous. I had not fucked a man in a long time. I got up off the floor and Mike took my hand leading me over to the bed. Jave then laid on the end of the bed putting his ankles up into the air with his hole open. He was prolapsed, wet and open. His asshole was ready for me. He pulled me down to him and I opened my mouth accepting his hungry tongue. I was on top of him. He used some lubricant he had on the bed and positioned my cock directly into his open ass hole. I worried about diseases, about regretting this, yet I couldn’t stop. Before I knew it my balls were resting on his ass and I was deep in him. I knelt on the end of the bed, my legs spread and asshole wide open as I slid my manhood into Jave’s hot hole. I made our with him wildly, breathing hard, fucking him hard with his knees pushed almost to his shoulders.

Then I felt Mike using his fingers to enter my asshole with lubrication. As I was fucking Jave, Mike was working now two fingers into sex hole and then finding my prostate. He knew exactly how to reach my G spot. He began kissing my back saying “Are you ready for my cock, I can’t resist that tight hole. Tell me you want it,” he breathed heavily. “Yes,” I said as I paused. “ I want to feel you in me. I want you to cum in me.”

Mike took his large head and began moving it against my hungry hole. As I moved forward deeper into Jave I pushed awa from Mike’s cock, but as I moved back out of Jave, I pushed onto his large sex organ. It was so hard, but so soft. I then pushed back feeling it stretch my hole a bit more with each gentle push. I moved my wife around as I felt the pleasure of this beautiful dick massaging my hole. It did not hurt, however, I knew it would if I went too fast. As manly and sexual as Mike was, I could tell this was a recurring problem for him. He knew how to fuck a tight hole. As I worked my ass more and more onto his slick mushroom head, I was feeling him go a little deeper and a little deeper. I remember at that moment thinking, I can stop this. With Mike my fears of getting some diease were compounded. If any dick was going to create micro tears, this one was it. I so wanted to stop, but it felt so good. He was almost in me.

The feeling of working him slowly past my sphincter was mesmerizing. Every nerve in my body was on pleasure mode. He would come all the way out and then I’d slowly seek to get the head a bit deeper. As I continued, the part of this encounter that is most memorable was when I finally slipped back and the head of his cock slipped beyond my tight hole filling me completely. Words cannot describe the pleasure of being stretched and filled by a man. The large warm cock stretched my hole, opening me up and filling me completely. I was moaning in complete joy. It was so sexual and so hot. My entire body shuddered as he pulled completely out and then plunged in again and again. This time the sliding in was more pleasant, more hot, more sexy and erotic. I wanted him so badly that I could barely comprehend that my hard cock was deeply into Jave who was now hard and loving what going on.

As Mike started to fuck me more rhythmically, I was slamming deep into Jave. Jave was jerking off by this point and began screaming with pleasure, “Oh God again, keep fucking me. Oh my god please. I am going to come again! Fuck me!” As I slammed into his prostate his sexy cock erupted with his hot man juice. His got milky cum got all over his hands and he pulled me to him to kiss him. I sloppily kissed him as his orgasm subsided.

By this moment it was too much. I unleashed my cum deep into Jave as I kissed him deeply and passionately. While I was coming, Mike was sliding into me deep and hard. Mike’s thrust pushed stream after stream of cum out of me. As Mike realized so was coming, he grabbed my shoulders and was squeezing my ass hard. I could tell his cock was stiffening up, I could feel he was going to come.. “God you are so tight! Fuck I’m going to cum. Fuck, Fuck!” Mike’s hard massive cock tightened up spilling warm sex juice deeper in me than ever before. I pushed my ass back onto his hard cock, rotating my hips as I felt him grab my shoulders pulling me back to him. I turned my head and deeply kissed Mike passionately and sloppily as he fucked me deeply.

Even after having cum the feeling of him coming in me this hard and deep kept my fleeting erection stuff. He reached around me grabbing my coco as his cock drained into my sex hole. His pace slowed as did his breathing. I could feel his cock loosening it’s hold on my ass. Mike was spent. He had fucked both Jave and I hard.

As he removed his dick from me, sperm dropped out all over my ass and thighs. The entire hotel room smelled like sex. It was absolutely exhilarating and intoxicating. As a bisexual man, often after sex I’m not interested at all in more. Nevertheless, the smells, the sights and the sheer dirtiness of this erotic encounter had me horny even after spilling my man seed in a very satisfying way. His cum dripping out of me was somehow sexual. I would have let him fuck me more.

Javeand Mike begged me to stay after this. They wanted me to make up a reason to my wife to sleep over. They even tried to get me to drink more alcohol (which I didn’t drink in the first place) . I had to go. So we said our pleasantries, exchanged numbers and emails, then said adieu. I got home and went straight into the shower.

I have had a very great first time with a man in general. But even my first sex with David did not top this. Sine then I learned that Jave and Mike do this a few times a year. So, I clearly was not their first rodeo. I was also pleased to know they are on PREp. Thus, my recklessness was not as reckless as I thought. In some way I feel this was meant to be. After all, I gave up gay sex. I was hurt by David. I vowed sex with men was a fleeting experience. This encounter only made me realize that David and I are the wrong ones for cheating. Jave and Mike were doing something for them as a couple. I envied them. I would likely never have what they have. My admission to my wife, like David’s to his husband, would lead to divorce or never having sex with men again. Bisexuality has become very hard when accepted in my 40s.

That said, if you have a chance to have sex with a married gay male couple that knows what they are doing, do it. Let them be in charge and do it. Being fucked by a man passionately and fucking a man passionately at the same time is pleasure that cannot be replicated in any other sexual situation.

Eric’s finger was rough, you knew he worked with his hands by the looks of it, and even oiled up, I could still feel the calluses on his finger, it was more stimulating than my soft manicured finger.  Looking over my shoulder, seeing Eric smile that big, like a young man who receives his first bicycle on Christmas morning, and knowing that I was the one giving Eric this much joy unlike his wife.  I couldn’t help but smile back at Eric, licking my lips to let him know it was okay whatever he wanted to do to me on this public beach, even if that meant getting arrested, straight men always have this effect on men, the risk factor gets me so hard and wet.

It was so nice having Eric’s hairy balls resting between my thighs, it had been so long since I had felt the weight of another man. When Eric had his finger in my hole up to his knuckle, I gave my sphincter a good squeeze, I wanted Eric to know how tight I could control my asshole for him to enjoy.

“Holy shit!” Eric was amazed, “Fuckin’ tight hole man.” Eric was a bit loud, making me blush, while his balls tightened up between my thighs.

“You like that?” I asked Eric, winking my eye at him.

I arched my back, feeling the combination of oil and sunshine was like being in a Playboy photo shoot, I knew how amazing my ass must be looking for Eric right now. I used my ass muscles to push Eric’s finger out of my tight, wet hole. “Dude!” Eric was amazed once more, I knew then he had never been with a man before but was curious as hell to find out what it’s all about.

Eric looked down at his raging boner, he let a large drop of spit fall from his mouth onto the mushroom head of his cock. “My dick is going to like it a whole lot more.”

“Not here, Eric.” Suddenly I became nervous at the situation, noticing there were several pairs of eyes on us already.

“Why the fuck not?” Eric was aggressive with his response, it scared me for a moment.

“What if we get caught?”

“Don’t be a fag….sorry man I didn’t mean it like that.” Eric quickly retreated from his comment if wanted a piece of this ass. “I promise we won’t get caught, I used to fuck Jane on the beach all the time. You just lay in the sun and relax that pretty asshole of yours.” I could feel Eric press the head of his cock right on my exposed asshole. I knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, making it more exciting.

I felt Eric’s long wet beard on my back as he leaned in over my shoulder, the whiskey on his breath was strong when he whispered in my ear, “You’ve wanted this since the day you moved in.”

Eric was absolutely right, I gave him a little sissy moan “Oh Eric”. This made Eric dart his wet tongue in my ear, I swear I almost lost it right then and there!

Kissing a raunchy straight Daddy always makes me cum hands free, especially when the Daddy has facial hair. Feeling Eric’s mustache in my ear and his beard on the back of my neck, I was ready to feel him inside of me, even if it meant getting caught.

I relaxed my man pussy at the same time Eric thrusted slowly into me. I had to push back when I felt the girth of Eric’s mushroom head cock, it was a bit painful at first, I had to bite down on the beach towel to hold in my scream!

The spongy mushroom head was followed with the hardest, thickest shaft I’d felt in almost a whole year due to the pandemic. Veins pulsing, adding those nice ridges to Eric’s already throbbing cock that continued to fill me until Eric was balls deep in my guts. 

Eric was a good eight inches, and I had all of it inside of me.

“Fuck.” Eric moaned in my ear as he laid all his weight on top of me, causing his dick to go a bit deeper, past the point of my g-spot! I love feeling the weight of a naked, hard man on top of my naked body. 

Eric is the perfect size and weight for me to handle comfortably, his fat cock was going to take some getting used to, my hole was pulsing with pleasure and pain, both at the same time.

It felt like time had stood still with Eric inside me on a public beach. We were motionless for a moment, enjoying the heat from the sun and our bodies, and the heat from Eric’s hard cock in my tight hot hole, not to mention the eyes that were doing more than just staring at us now.

Eric began his thrusting motion in a very discreet way, I could tell he was enjoying rubbing up on my thick bubble ass, feeling his thick patch of auburn colored pubes tickle my butt crack with each thrust. 

“Dude, your ass.” slipped from Eric’s mouth, he was in such heaven with the tight, wet grip my man pussy had on his huge cock.

“You like that?” I whispered in Eric’s ear, letting my tongue tickle his earlobe, tasting the sea salt and sweat combination made me so hungry for Eric.

“It’s better than pussy, so tight and wet.” Eric was breathing harder, sweat beating off his forehead onto my shoulders. There was this adorable smile on Eric’s face, I knew my bubble butt was having this effect on him as he watched with each thrust.

My ass bounced and jiggled just enough to be discreet, but at the same time it gave Eric all the sensation from my firm pillows each time he pushed that fat cock balls deep inside my hot, wet hole.

I knew it wasn’t going to take long once I had Eric inside of me before he would release his hot, thick load. I just never expected it to happen here, when we’ve had so many opportunities alone in the condo.

It was exciting being watched in public, while this redneck stud had his shaft deep in my ass. There were guys stroking themselves as they watched, and I’m sure whoever was sitting behind us had the best view of Eric’s cute hairy asshole.

Watching Eric’s butt cheeks squeeze with each thrust, especially with his obvious board short tan line, his furry butt hole was loving the sun kissing it, and the audience was loving the view.

“Are you going to come inside of me?” I asked with pouty lips.

“Fuck yeah.”

“Oh Eric.” I moaned softly in his ear.

“I fucking love your ass man.” Eric kissed the back of my neck, and with three deep thrust and grunts, I felt the strongest, and hottest explosion inside me!

Eric’s cock was blasting off inside of me, while Eric lay still trying to catch his breath, the same time the crowd was also releasing their thick loads. Thank god there were no police in sight for this raunchy action. I swear you could smell seamen in the air from all the ejaculation around us, it actually made both Eric and I very proud.

I felt Eric collapse on top of me, his dick throbbing from the sensation, and all the babies that his hairy balls released inside of me. Eric was out of breath for a moment and I was loving every minute of it, feeling his sweaty naked body on top of me, I completely forgot this man was married to my dear friend.

“Oh my god Eric.” I was in heaven.

“Shut up.” Eric was still catching his breath, though his response caught me off guard.

For I moment I thought Eric was going to be one of those straight men that freaks out after having sex with another man. I could feel him slowly pull his thick member out of my pulsing hole, it was hard for me not to release all the hot spunk Eric shot inside of me. 

There was that wet sound of suction when I released Eric’s perfect dick from my wet hole.

Eric stood up, his cock was still hard, and covered with my ass juice, making it glisten in the sun as the rest of his body glistened with sweat. And then there it was again, an adorable grin on Eric’s face, I’m sure he was feeling the same as I was. I think we were both in a state of euphoric shock.

“Come on.” Eric reached his coarse hand out for me to take, which I did not hesitate doing. I felt like his beach, bitch boy, with his babies swimming inside me now, I was the happiest guy on the beach.

I took Eric’s hand and he led me down to the cool ocean water. I was growing hard watching Eric’s cute little bubble butt walk in front of me, that would be the ultimate fantasy, to have a piece of Eric’s hairy ass. Which I was finding myself more and more attracted to, even with Eric’s thick swaying cock and heavy balls, something about straight married men’s asses has always been my fantasy.

When we were knee deep in the clear blue water, Eric released my hand and dove into the ocean. Eric wasn’t a muscle Daddy, but he was defined everywhere from surfing, and watching him swim, I could see how taught his body really is.

I followed Eric’s move and dove into the refreshing ocean, there’s nothing more liberating than swimming naked in the ocean, especially with the Dilf that just filled me with his thick, creamy load.

It was fun swimming naked with Eric, going under water, watching his thick cock and balls sway freely, and catching a glimpse of Eric’s tight bubble butt surface up from the water was the best. Just like horny high school boys, we kept fondling each other underwater, my hands kept grabbing at Eric’s ass, even if it was his nice rod that wanted all the attention.

“Hey, watch those hands man!”  Eric smiled as he swam closer to me.

There was a moment when both Eric and I stood still in the water, I could feel the energy between us under the sun. If we were on a deserted beach I know Eric would have grabbed me and started shoving his tongue down my throat. There was a deep yearning in Eric’s blue eyes, I knew he wanted more of me, or at least his cock wanted more of my asshole.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m fucking hungry.” Eric said, breaking the sexual tension we were both feeling.

“Me too.” I smiled back.

“Let’s get out of here.” Eric winked at me, “Race you to the truck, loser buys lunch.” Before Eric finished his sentence, he was off like a racehorse, there was no way I was going to beat him. I kinda felt like I owed him lunch, after all I was carrying his baby seeds inside of me.

The only thing this race did besides getting us to Eric’s truck faster, was make the two of us sweaty and out of breath. 

When we got inside Eric’s steamy truck, the pheromones began to kick in again, the inside of Eric’s truck already smelt like dirty work boots and socks, one of my favorite scents I might add. That combination along with Eric’s strong scent was making me so horny again, I wanted to lick Eric’s hairy body that was glistening from his own musky sweat.

WANT TO READ MORE, let me know what you think……….

I started a new job working on the road in construction. We would usually leave on Mondays to head to a job site, work all week staying in a hotel, and drive home on Fridays. There would be two guys in each truck and five trucks, sometimes all ten of would go to the same site and work, other times we would each go to different sites depending on the work needing to be done.

I was paired with AJ, he had been on the crew for about five years, they usually paired an experienced guy with a new one. We got along well from the start, he taught me all I needed to know, and we worked well together. Our supervisor noticed and liked what he heard from our customers and usually gave us the better jobs and for the most part left us alone. After about a year, AJ told me had gotten a new job that would allow him to stay home at night with his wife and two young mans. They were starting school and he wanted to be home to attend the various school functions that would be coming. He gave his two weeks’ notice, and I was soon flying solo, and I would go along with one of the other crews to give them a third hand. When I got back to the office the next Friday, my boss said that he had found a new guy that he wanted me to train and he would be starting on Monday.

I got to work on Monday and was introduced to Austin, he was a few years younger and about four inches taller than I am. He had red hair, green eyes and had just finished the building construction program at the local community college. We were given our assignment for the week and headed to the truck and loaded the supplies that we would need. We then headed out on the two-hour drive to our job site, we would be working alone this week. We spent the time getting to know each other, talking about past jobs, family and those types of things. Austin asked if I was married or if I had a girlfriend, I responded that I had neither and I could tell he was trying to figure out if I was straight. I asked him the same question and got the same response. We got to our job site and got started working, we stayed until about six and headed to get a hotel room for the week. After we checked in, we went and got some dinner and headed back to our room. I told Austin that I was going to take a shower unless he wanted to go first, He said no go ahead he would shower after I was done.

I finished my shower and threw on a pair of gym shorts and walked out of the bathroom to go to bed. Austin was sitting on his bed in only his boxers waiting for his turn in the shower, he stood and headed for the bathroom, and I noticed his round firm ass as he walked away. I found something to watch on tv and spread out on my bed. Austin came out of the bathroom a few minutes later in a fresh pair of boxers and crawled onto his bed. We watched tv and continued getting better acquainted, the topic once again turned toward girlfriends.

Austin asked, “why I didn’t have one”.

I just said, “I hadn’t met the “one” yet” and tried to change the subject. I had never told anyone that I was interested in men, and I wasn’t going to have a guy that I had only met twelve hours earlier be the one that I came out to.

He said, “he hadn’t met the one either whoever she or he might be”.

I could feel him watching me to see my reaction, I just kept watching tv and said, “well someday we would each find the one, in our own time”.

He said, “yea I guess”. The he asked, “does it bother you that I like guys?”

I just said, “no, to each their own, everyone has to do whatever makes them happy.”

We watched tv for a little while longer and went to sleep. The next day we went to the job site and did our work and didn’t bring up the subject again. We worked together for about a year and got along well and became good friends. A short time later I got another job offer and decided to leave and about six months later he did the same.

After another year had gone by, I was looking through Facebook one night and decided to search his name. I found him and thought what the hell and sent him a friend request and a short PM with my cell number and told him to text me when he had time.

Within a few minutes my phone rang with Austin on the other end.

He said, “Hey what’s going on, how have you been.”

I just chuckled at his excitement and said, “well not much, doing ok how about you?”

We chatted for about an hour catching up and talking about our time working together. A couple times Austin even flirted a little bit with me, and I found myself flirting back, or at least I didn’t discourage him. By the end of the phone call, we had set up a time to meet for diner and a couple beers.

The day came for our “date”, I took my shower, shaved and since it was summer and the restaurant, we had chosen was casual, I threw on a pair of shorts, a polo shirt and a pair of flip flops. I checked myself out in the mirror and decided I looked ok and headed out the door. It was about a forty-minute drive and as I pulled into the parking lot Austin was texting asking how close I was. I parked and texted back that I was there and walked in to find him in the waiting area and the hostess led us to our table. We ordered a beer and our meals and continued to catch up. After we had finished eating and each had one last beer, Austin said, “It’s still early do you want to go do something else?”

I asked, “well sure, what did you have in mind?”

He said, “well we could go to another bar and have another beer, or we could go back to my place and find a movie to watch.”

I said, “A movie sounds good, I will follow you to your place.”

We sat on the couch and started searching for a movie. We opened another beer and sat back to watch the movie. We continued to talk as we watched, we had both kicked off our shoes and were getting relaxed and I noticed Austin had inched closer to me as the movie went along. I didn’t move away or object, about that time some action in the movie caused us both to jump and Austin grabbed me and sort wrapped his arms around chest. He gave me a worried look and said, “Oh sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” and quickly let go.

I looked him in those green eyes and said, “that’s ok you don’t need to be sorry, I am not uncomfortable at all, I even kind of liked it.”

He just looked back at me with a puzzled expression on his face and didn’t say anything. I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and brought him to my lips and started to give him a deep kiss. He pulled back a bit and began to question me, I just said, “shut up and kiss me.”

He then moved back in and resumed our kiss, before long we were stretched out on the couch with Austin on top of me and our hands roaming all over each other’s bodies. I reached under his shirt and found his hard nipple and gave it a little squeeze, I moved my other hand down and grabbed his shirt and pulled it up as we broke our kiss and pulled the shirt over his head. I ran my hands over his smooth chest and stomach, he reached down and removed my shirt and leaned in to kiss again as our chests met skin on skin.

He said, “I have wanted to feel your hairy chest against mine since that first night we spent in the hotel.”

I turned us over so that I was on top of Austin, and I reached down and ran my hand over the bulge in his shorts. He let out a low moan and I reached to unbuckle his belt and then the snap and zipper. I pulled his shorts apart and his hard cock head was peeking out of his boxers, I ran my finger over the precum that was leaking out of the head. I reached inside the waist band of his underwear and gave his dick a squeeze, it was thicker than I had imagined. In the year that we had roomed together we had never seen each other naked, and Austin always wore baggy boxers, so I had no real reference to the size of his dick. I started kissing my way down his chest and stomach and when I reached his treasure trail I sat up and pulled his shorts and boxers completely down as his erect cock plopped down on his stomach. I stopped for just a minute to admire his manhood, about six inches laying on a small amount of soft ginger hair and a pair of nice sized balls sitting below just waiting to be licked. I grabbed his dick with one hand and started to lick one nut and the other, after a bit I switched and started to fondle his sac and I licked a drop of precum that had formed on the head of his cock. Austin let out a moan as I put the rest of his cock into my mouth and began to suck. His head went back as he closed his eyes, grabbed the back of my head and let out a heavy sigh. I continued to work his cock until I was able to get the entire length down my throat without gagging. I heard Austin say “oh god yes suck me. “

Austin pulled my head up and gave me another deep kiss, and stood me up, then pulled my shorts and underwear down in one motion as my hard cock sprang free from its constraints. It was instantly covered with a wet, warm mouth and Austin began messaging my balls. I don’t know what he was doing with his tongue, but it was incredible, and I was in ecstasy. I panted, “dude you are going to make cum if you keep doing that.” He looked up at me and just gave me a sly smile then released my cock. He stood up and whispered in my ear I want to fuck you so bad right now. I reached down in the pocket of my shorts, handed him a small bottle of lube and gave him the same sly look that he gave me a few minutes earlier.

I laid down on my stomach on the couch with my ass pointed at Austin, he reached down and rubbed my cheeks. I felt him spread my cheeks apart and I was prepared to feel him spread the cold lube on my hole, but was surprised when I felt a warm tongue instead, he was doing the same twirling motion that he was using on my dick earlier. I nearly jumped straight off the couch. Austin chuckled and said, “do you like that;” I just reached back and spread my cheeks further apart and gasped hell yes do that again as long as you want. He dove back in as I squirmed under him. My hole felt empty as Austin pulled his tongue away and replaced with a lube covered finger, then I felt the head of his cock replace his finger.

Austin very slowly and gently began to push his dick in as I held my cheeks apart as far as I could. When he got the head in, he paused to allow me time to get used the girth, the pain eased and the pleasure started, I began to push back, and Austin got the hint and sunk his entire length inside me and asked in a whisper, “are you ok.”

I said, “oh god yes, fuck me.” He began to pump my ass, gradually working up to steady rhythm and he was hitting the sweet spot with every thrust. I began to push back to meet his thrusts and we developed a good rhythm, both of us moaning and panting.

Austin said, “dude we need to change positions, or I am going to cum right now.” As he slowly pulled out and rolled me over on my back. He leaned forward so we could kiss again as he pulled my legs up and put them on his shoulders. I felt his cock fill my hole again and I grabbed my own cock and began to stroke. Austin picked up the pace, and as he did, he was hitting every nerve in my ass, and I knew I was getting close. I grabbed his ass and said, “I am going to cum.”

He said, “go ahead I am getting close too.”

I let go and shot the biggest load of cum that I had shot in a long time. Ropes of cum landing on my chest and stomach with one shot landing on Austin’s chest. Just as I was finishing, I felt Austin’s cock began to pulse and my ass being flooded with his warm seed. He shuttered a few times and collapsed on top of me rubbing my cum between us. We caught our breath and shared another deep kiss, Austin pushed back and licked some cum off my chest and kissed me again. I grabbed his ass as I sucked my cum off of his tongue. I felt his softening cock slip out of my well fucked ass and Austin pulled away and said, “you got cum all over us, I think we need a shower.”

I agreed and we headed to the bathroom and continued our make out session.

Austin said, “well I wasn’t expecting this tonight, why didn’t you ever try anything when we were working together,”

I said, “I really wanted to but if I had I don’t think we would have ever gotten any work done.”

He laughed, “you are probably right, it was worth the wait.”

I’m standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror. My reflection reveals that my face has been well painted. He must have been saving up his load for days. Gobs and streaks of his cum are everywhere on my face. It’s in my hair, cheeks, nose, chin, eyebrows. I even spy a bit on my left ear. The white liquid slowly makes its way down my face, drops falling down onto my chest and shoulders. Searching the vanity I find some paper towels, wet them, and begin to wipe my face. I give the soap dispenser a few pumps, but nothing comes out. Shit. I don’t have time to shower. Not that I could anyway. There are no towels or bars of soap to be seen. It’s the guest bathroom, but apparently there are never any guests. I have a class to get to.

After he sprayed me, he told me to get the fuck out. He was done with me. My purpose had been served. He seemed a bit irritated today, a bit preoccupied. I usually see ‘Steve’ once a week. He’s one of my regulars. I’m fairly sure that isn’t his real name, but then I’m known to him as ‘Patrick’, which isn’t mine (I’m Mark). I have other aliases, but Patrick is the one I use most often.

Today was a bit out of the ordinary for us. Usually I walk in and he’s in the living room. Not today. I had to search him out this morning. Eventually I heard his muffled voice drifting down from somewhere upstairs. I located him in his office. He was seated at his desk which was facing the door. His laptop was open and I gathered that he was in a Zoom meeting. I remained in the doorway, not quite sure how I was supposed to proceed. I didn’t want to speak and interrupt whatever was going on. For a second I thought that I had gotten the date or time wrong. I looked around again and was relieved. I spotted a small detaiI that I had not initially noticed. He was dressed in a white shirt, blue-striped tie and jacket. Under the desk however, he was naked except for black socks. His legs were spread apart revealing his brown bush and his button dick nestled within. I rolled my eyes, it seemed a little cliche… but whatever. He looked my way and acknowledged my presence. He raised his hand and using his index finger, he pointed to a sign propped up in front of his laptop. Written on it in bold black letters it read: ‘Strip and Sit.’

Steve’s an older guy, my guess is late 50’s. He’s a bit chunky, which I don’t mind. Most of the guys I visit are in their 40s – 60s, and a fair number are carrying a few extra pounds, if not more. It’s all part of the job and puts some extra paper in my wallet. It’s nice to have a variety.

I, myself, just turned 20. My stats: dark blond hair, dull bluish-gray eyes, 5’9”, swimmer build ( I actually do swim), naturally smooth, 145 lb, 30” waist. I trim my nether regions, (and for the record… I am 6.25” cut, and yes that 0.25 inches is important to me). I have very boyish features. I look much younger than my actual age. I hated that growing up. I was teased about it, but now it works to my advantage.

Anyway, back to ‘Strip and Sit’. I figured that I should put on a show. I slowly slipped off each sneaker and then my no-show socks. I was wearing a button down shirt, and on a whim I grabbed my shirt at the collar. With a bit of force I pull the shirt panels violently apart. The buttons snapped off quickly one by one. They went ricocheting across the room in different directions. Pinging off different objects as they hit. I cringed as I had not intended to make any noise that might be picked up by his laptop’s microphone.

The flying buttons momentarily diverted his attention from his meeting. I did good. Steve liked the button maneuver. His eyes peered over his laptop, intently focused on me. I unbuckled and removed my belt, but left my cargo pants zipped and buttoned. I wiggled my pants down slowly in a zig zag sort of way, revealing my tight low-rise white briefs. The cargos snagged briefly on my bulge, hanging there for a few seconds before falling to the floor. I brought my hands back to my waist and slid them over my briefs, up and down the creases in my groin. I did my best to accentuate my junk.

Normally at this point I would have turned around to show off my ass, but alas Steve isn’t into butts. That would have been a wasted effort. I returned my hands to my waist and tucked my thumbs under the brief’s waistband , stretching it outward. Steadily, still using my thumbs, I worked the waistband down. My pubes started to show over the top. As I got to the base of my dick, I hesitated a second before beginning the slow reveal of my shaft. My cock was about a quarter hard at this point. I paused again briefly when the material reached my dick’s helmut. I had his full attention. I heard someone on the other end of his zoom call asking for a response, but he was zoned out, fixated on me. He snapped out of it and his gaze returned to his laptop. I heard him apologize, asking the person to repeat what they had said. I admit that I felt a little satisfied at this. I was doing a good job of distracting him. My striptease ended with me stretching my briefs just underneath my shaft, and then using it to bounce my cock around. Done, I quickly slip off my briefs and sit down on the couch behind me.

Steve’s finger went back to the ‘Strip and Sit’ sign and he flicked it so that it fell forward. Behind it was another sign, ‘Play with yourself’ it read. I spread my legs wide and began to play with my dick. I had now reached half mast. While playing with my equipment, I stretched my arm as far as I could behind my head. My armpit now exposed, I tilted my head down and started licking my pit. I moved my other hand up and began to rub my nips.

When I next glanced over at him, there was a new sign. This one commanded me to go over to the desk. Rising off the couch, I walked over to the very edge of the desk. The back of the laptop stood perhaps two feet away, but only Steve could see me. I looked directly at him and flopped my dick repeatedly on the desktop. It made a slight thunking sound each time it hit, but I didn’t care much about making sounds anymore. I gave him my most devious, wicked smile.

He flicked over this card and revealed the final one. I saw the words ‘Blow me boy’. So that’s what I did. I fell to my knees and crawled under the desk. His dick was erect. The tip was wet with precum.

It always amazes me how big his dick can get. Not that it’s very big. I think to say it’s four and one half might be overly generous. What’s amazing to me is that when soft, all there is to see is the head. It’s like this pink cone shaped button on top of his groin. There is no shaft. No folded, crinkled skin to be seen either. Where does it go? I do say that for being so dinky it’s almost my favorite dick. I love going down on it when it’s that soft, because of how much it extends. It doesn’t seem to inflate, it’s more as if something deep inside him starts cranking out the shaft bit by bit. Just seems a bit weird to me.

Anyway, I worked his eel the best I could. It surprised me how composed he remained. I could hear that the conversations were continuing above. He was talking as well, yet it was plain that he was enjoying the attention I was paying to his junk. I could feel him thrusting his hips slightly, trying to push his meat deeper into my mouth, but not so much that any movement could be detected above the desk.

I stopped sucking and pulled it away from my mouth. A long strand of precum followed, still attached to my lip. It continued to stretch out longer and longer until finally, the strand broke. I tackled his rocks next, giving them all the attention that I could muster. I drug my tongue along the creases of his crotch. Taking a risk, I bit his inner thighs lightly. They jolted just a little, and I thought I heard a slight murmur from above. I returned my focus to his dick.

The meeting must have ended. I heard him close his laptop. He peered down at me and told me to put more effort into it. Apparently not satisfied, he grabbed my head and pumped my mouth h rougher. Faster and faster. He started to shudder and pushed me off his cock. He took over stroking it. Before long his slit opened and began to cough out thick white lines of cum. With his free hand he held my head, turning it left and right so that he covered my entire face with his spunk. This was normal for him, he has never unloaded in my mouth. It turns Steve on to cover my face in it. The sheer volume of cum on my face makes him happy. He’ll get a little pissed if he misaims and some lands on the floor. If it’s not on me, it’s wasted.

So here I am in front of the mirror. I wipe all traces of him off my face and put on my clothes. Of course I can’t button my shirt. The buttons are lying on the floor somewhere in his office. I instantly regret this part of the strip tease. I forgot that I had a class directly after this and now I will have to find another shirt.. plus this one is ruined.

I exit his house and climb into my truck. Luckily there is a heavy hoodie balled up on the backseat. Not the ideal solution. it’s very wrinkled and it’s a bit warm outside for something so heavy, yet it’s better than the ruined shirt. Per protocol I text Nick that I’ve finished and all is well. He returns a text seconds later, telling me to stop by his office, today if I can. I drive off to my class at the University. I’m going to be a little late for it.

My last class gets out at 4. I jump into my truck and head over to see Nick. I’m assuming this meeting has something to do with the job I agreed to do this Saturday. I wonder why we couldn’t have just done this over the phone.

Nick co owns a fairly large catering company. I started working there when I was 16. A friend from school worked there and convinced me to apply. The pay wasn’t too bad, better than what I would have received working at restaurants or retail. That’s what most of the kids I knew did. I mostly worked weekends and Friday nights doing wedding receptions, parties, bar mitzvahs, etc… Initially I helped set up and tear down the events. I ran errands, helped out with the food and decorations. About a year or so later, Nick began assigning me to work inside, during the events, serving food and such. I noticed Nick was paying more attention to me than before. He frequently chatted me up especially after the event was over and we were cleaning up. He always seemed interested in my personal life.

One afternoon he approached me and asked if I would think about working for him in a different capacity. He had a side business that he ran by himself. He said it specialized in smaller, more private events. A couple clients had noticed me and mentioned me to him. He thought I would be a good fit. Nick explained that I would have more responsibilities than I currently had, and later on I might be asked to do some events by myself. My base pay would be bumped up by about $10/hr. There would also be opportunities to make much more, though he was evasive about the specifics. Nick was confident that I could handle it, but emphasized that I would need to learn a few new skills. Not to worry, he would help me out there. His clients interacted much more with the staff, as opposed to normal catering where the help is expected to remain in the background.

What I got out of the conversation was that there was a $10/hr raise and the possibility of big bonuses. That was all that mattered to me. I readily agreed and that’s how it all started.

It was a gradual thing. I wasn’t giving blow jobs and offering up my hole at first. In the beginning I didn’t notice much of a difference, with the exception that the events were indeed smaller, often less than 10 men, and it was always just men. The gatherings were usually at one of the client’s homes. The guys at these events definitely interacted with me more than I was used to. They brought me into conversations. Mostly they were fun to be around, but the men were very tactile. I got a lot of pats, squeezes at first. Their hands tended to linger on my shoulders or waist. I would get whispers in my ear, there was a lot of innuendo. I noticed my other co-workers would often disappear for a while. It didn’t take long before I understood what this was all really about. Soon I was disappearing as well. Often being taken on a ‘tour’ of the house.

Back to the present. I’m sitting in Nick’s office after driving across town having finished my classes for the day. We are engaged in some idle chit chat, mostly he’s talking about the catering part of his business. He asks about this morning and I tell him about the Zoom meeting and Steve. Nick finds this amusing and smiles. I mention that it was a brief encounter, I sucked him off, but Steve didn’t reciprocate as he normally does, nor did he want to do anything else. My compensation will be deposited tomorrow. This is normal. Nick will add it to the balance of the Visa gift card he gave me. I expect to receive about $200. ( I’m sure Nick has made at least that much from my encounter with Steve. I occasionally wonder if I might do better on my own. However there are a lot of advantages to this arrangement. Plus It’s been made clear to us that if we quit, we can’t come back. More on this later.)

Nick finally gets down to why he asked me to stop in. He wants to briefly go over the gig I agreed to do this Saturday. I’m excited about it. It’s big money. It will be 2K, possibly more. This comes at the perfect time. My pickup is desperately in need of a brake job and new tires. This job will cover it. I’m also excited because I’ve been with this group before and they have always been a lot of fun. It’s a tight group of about eight guys. They tend to get together about once a month to blow off steam. On occasion they want to do something on a bigger, more creative scale. Often these events are centered on some sort of game or roleplay. It tends to be imaginative and they clearly put some thought and effort into it. Nick is glad to help out with whatever they need. It’s not cheap.

Nick has told me that I get requested a bit more than the others because:

1. I look really young. While most of the other guys that work for Nick are around my age, the difference with me is that I look quite a bit younger. He says most are surprised that I’m over 18.

2. Roleplay. Guys that have asked for this tell Nick that I’m really good at it. I try to draw the scene out. I’ll put some effort and thought into the outfit. I’ll bring props if needed and I have a couple scenarios in my mind regarding how I can tease and excite the client. Now if the guy wants to go in a different direction I’ll do whatever he wants, but I find these men often have only a vague fantasy in mind. They seem to appreciate that I can take it further and get into it.

3. In general I’m not afraid of a little kink, as long as I have a decent understanding of what they want beforehand. Spanking, bondage, watersports, a little S & M, rough sex is generally ok with me. If I’m honest, I often enjoy it. Nick says that most of the others have stricter limits.

This will be the fourth event that this group of men have ‘invited’ me to participate in. Nick says they selected three of us. The scenario is to be a job interview. We’re all vying for the position of HR Coordinator. I’m given a packet of information that describes the fictitious company, its history, description of job duties and requirements. He advises me to read the material well. As I said, they put an enormous effort into these events. They’ve selected a black suit for me to wear and it doesn’t look cheap. Nick hands it to me. Black blazer, white shirt, tie, dress pants, black dress socks, shoes, belt. In addition there’s a bright red jock, bright blue boxer briefs and a cock ring. Nick has all my measurements on file, so I know that everything will fit very well.

In the past, the events have been held at a little farmlett. I assume it belongs to one of the men. There’s a large house and small structure they refer to as the barn. The property is rather secluded and backs to woods. My first job there was with two of my coworkers. The scenario was a hunt and we were the prey. We were instructed to scatter and evade detection. We could go anywhere around the farmlette and woods. The men dressed up as hunters, a paintball marker (gun) was their weapon. An additional cash incentive was offered to the one of us who evaded capture the longest. They made bets amongst themselves as to which hunter would be first to bag prey, which of us would be first to be ‘killed’ and where on the property we would ‘die’. Of course the hunt was successful; all the prey eventually bagged. As dead prey, we were all brought back to their ‘encampment’ where we were ‘processed’ and ‘eaten’. I thought it was clever and fun, (financially rewarding as well). I’ll relate the full story later.

The second event was a game night. There were four rentals, (as Nick sometimes refers to us) working that event. There were competitions like wrestling, swimming, some challenges and a few actual games were played. Of course we were the contestants in all of them. The men sat back drinking beer, betting on which of us would win, or even who would screw up the task we were supposed to complete. They loved to bet amongst themselves. Woe to the losing contestant… and all of us boys suffered one consequence or another. Again, a story for another day, but I’ll give an example. I lost the air hockey challenge. Gary won the bet so he chose my punishment. I was bent over the hockey table. He put on a pair of latex gloves and two condoms. He then poured siracchi sauce over his dick and fucked me. It wasn’t a quick or gentle fuck either. The heat of the sauce was incredibly intense, almost unbearable and took hours to dissipate. Not something I’ll ever forget.

The last event was called ‘Cowboys’. Three of us. We were the steers at one point, ranch hands at another. They turned part of the barn into a bunkhouse. There was roping, (fake) branding, a sort of rodeo…

Nick gives me the address to a building in town where Saturday’s festivities will take place. I’m to report there at 7 and to anticipate a long night. I’m not sure what to expect, but I know it won’t be boring.

When I was younger and still living at home with my parents, I was very much into athletics and working out…. In my neighborhood I had a route I used to run frequently and in the summer, use to love going in the afternoon to break a good sweat and feel the runners high.

I am still in good shape now, but back then I was very lean with good muscular tone and my thighs and butt were the favorite part of my body. When nobody was home, I used to strut around feeling my ass bounce back and forth…. Gripping it myself and posing femininely in the mirror, sticking it out and such. Definitely a nice plump bubble.

When running, I had a favorite pair of short shorts that hugged my ass nicely and we’re thin enough where I could feel my bubble butt bounce with each stride…. I felt sexy in them, and didn’t mind showing off the jiggle throughout my neighborhood as well. Just my shorts and my running shoes, and I was off!

On one particular warm and muggy summer day I was about a mile in and starting to perspire, when I noticed a few houses down the road an older man I’d seen before standing just inside his garage…. Staring in my direction. I watched his eyes follow me as I drew near, and something about the way he looked at me felt dirty…. But I liked it, so out of some form of lustful courage I waved and smiled at him.

He didn’t wave back, but grinned and called out “moving pretty well, and looking good…. hot out here today”.

I slowed my jog and responded, “thank you Sir, that it is…. I’m very thirsty”, purposely maintaining eye contact while sexually licking my lips. What did I have to lose, it’s just innocent conversation right? I stopped in front of his driveway.

“Well, come inside and I’ll help you with that”. My heart started to race and I because both excited and nervous at the same time, but I went in. He asked that I take my shoes off as he closed the garage door, then led me into his kitchen and pulled a glass from the cabinet. Filling it up and dropping a couple ice cubes in, he turns to hand me the glass, “here you go son, you’re dripping in sweat. Those shorts are stuck to your skin.”

“Thank you Sir…. Yes, they definitely are, its so humid today! These are my favorite shorts too, don’t want to ruin the material”. I gulp down the cool water…

“Yeah, they look really good on you…. Form fitting, very noce”. He reaches down to pinch the material in his fingers, watching my reaction. I don’t move, in fact I lick my lips again. He reacts, sliding his hand around my backside, grazing my smooth ass with the backs of his fingers. I bite my bottom lip and slowly close my eyes with sheer temptation and please, unknowingly arching my back and sticking my ass out over his kitchen island.

“Mmmmhmm”, he slowly moans…. Now turning his hand and gripping my plump butt cheek, then pressing his middle finger onto my tight pink asshole. “I was hoping you’d like this when I saw you running. I’ve seen you before, and I’ve been waiting”.

“Yes Sir, I’ve fantasized about something like this before. I’m so horny right now Sir, I’ll do anything you want”. I say this as I look down at his cargo shorts to see a long, massive bulge pressing down past his crotch seam.

He moves forward and grips my hair with his free hand…. Then slowly guides me by the head down onto my knees in front of him. “Pull it out and open your mouth boy”. I do as I’m told, undoing his belt…. unbuttoning the top button…. unzipping his shorts…. suddenly this long, thick, beautiful pink cock sprangs out across my face. He is really turned on, because it is standing stiff as a rock almost straight up from his waist. His balls dangling in front of my lips, I can’t help but stick my tongue out and pull one into my mouth to suck delicately. His hand still gripping my hair, he tilts my head back, lowering himself to position his cock in my mouth and I willingly submit. Opening up to taste his sweet yet salty shaft, oozing with precum already, I begin to suck…. Keeping suction all the way down until his cock touches the back of my throat, and back up. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. I feel his cock grow even thicker and harder in my mouth and I know he’s going to release soon…. I don’t stop, I want him to unload in my mouth.

He does, gripping the back of my head and shoving his shaft down my throat…. He lets out a manly roar of climax “Aaahhrrr…mmmmaaaahhh!”, moving as I choke and cough while he gags my throat with his cock, shooting hot gobs of thick cream that fill up my mouth and drip down my chin. I try to swallow as much as I can, as he lets my head go, and I continue to suck feverishly as he continues to shoot his warm streams into my mouth…. Hitting the back of my throat. I swallow every bit I can at that point until his throbbing stops and I feel his erection soften.

He slowly pulls out of my mouth, to my disappointment, but wow his cock is big. 8 inches at least and thick. I look up at my neighbor, an older man who must be in his fifties…. Thick but fit, dark greying brown hair and a well groomed Magnum PI mustache…. Must be to match the magnum cock that just erupted down my throat. Yum.

“Thank you Sir”…. “No son, thank you. You better get on your way now, I don’t want your parents worrying. But, you will come back understand? I want you…. And next time, I’ll show you how good my cock feels inside your tight little asshole…. Mmmmhmm, that ass is nice.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow if you’d like Sir…. I want it, all of it…. ever more right now”

“Mmmmm, so eager. Daddy likes that. I have plenty to give, and when you’re ready…. I’ll share you with some others I know just like me”

“Yes Daddy, please use me however you like. I’ll be your little slut anytime you want. I want to feel your hot cum unload deep inside my ass”.

He stands me up and bends me over a little bit, spanking my ass hard…. I moan with pleasure as as stick it out for Daddy to play with.

He turns, writes his number down on a sticky note and tucks it into my waistband. “You will call me as soon as your parents leave for work in the morning”, he says.

“Yes Daddy, around 9am.”

He points to the door and I leave, feeing amazing yet wanting more…. I run another mile before going home and jerking off…. Anticipating what is to cum tomorrow morning.

This was the start of over a decade of submission