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My seventy two year old silver haired grandpa was teaching me everything I needed to know about gay sex. Our first session was one hot affair with grandpa suggesting that I get double fucked next time by him and my fifty six year old uncle Frank.

Now grandpa was one hell of a fuck machine and I presumed uncle Frank would be too so I was keen to have a hot session with them both. I was just twenty six and up for anything my randy grandpa suggested, a plus being that uncle Frank’s cock was even bigger than my grandpa’s thick meat.

That proved to be true, uncle Frank’s dick was a monster and made my own dick jump just by looking at it.

All three of us were soon naked and on the bed. me on all fours with uncle Frank licking my arsehole from my spine down and grandpa licking it from balls up. I was in fucking raptures feeling their animated hot tongues in and around my arsehole.

It had been an awesome experience when my grandpa had first rimmed my arse on that first session, now to have two eagerly licking tongues

ravishing my arsehole was just fucking unbelievable and I was moaning like fuck as they

rolled and dipped their hot tongues over and into my twitching sphincter.

My arsehole was awash with saliva, my balls wet with it as the two of them ate my hole out. Grandpa began to gobble on my nuts, his hand under my legs slowly tossing my stiff cock as uncle Frank continued to tongue fuck my hole.

Uncle Frank’s enormous prick was swinging heavy near my face as he leaned over my back. I took the liberty of grabbing hold of  the thick shaft and wanking it slowly. Moments later the massive knob was in my mouth and I was slobbering my own saliva over it. Together with copious amounts of pre cum uncle Frank’s cock tasted fantastic and he seemed to like what I was doing and was making grateful noises as he continued rimming my arsehole.

“My grandson needs fucking” said grandpa getting up to kneel behind me.

He pushed his hard cock against my hole and uncles tongue and his knob was soon nestled tightly in my arse with uncle Frank licking around it.

I was in gay heaven, my own cock achingly stiff, my balls agitated as grandpa’s rigid prick fucked me.

“Frank, this hole is so fucking hot you have to get your cock in” said grandpa thrusting into me.

Grandpa was really opening me up using saliva as lube o get every fucking inch up my arse.

Of course I was moaning like hell with half of uncle Franks cock still throbbing in my mouth.

“Let me get in then” said uncle Frank pulling from my mouth.

Grandpa pulled from me and Frank’s bigger prick stretched my hole wide as he excitedly thrust his hot cock into me.

“Fuck! Who’d have thought my young nephew Nathan would have such an accommodating arsehole. It feels fucking fantastic.” said my uncle driving his meaty prick up my arse.

“I know” said grandpa, wanking his dick, “His fuck hole is amazing isn’t it? So hot and deep”.

“I’m gonna stretch it so we can both get stuck up him, that’s what you want isn’t it Nathan?”

I was groaning and biting my lip but I managed to

answer.

“Yes uncle. I need double fucking I need two big family cocks fucking my hole ragged”.

Whilst uncle’s prick hurt like fuck to start with, my tender young arsehole soon got used to the girth and length and was soon gaping for two pricks.

“He’s a hot little cock lover” said grandpa “Think he’s drooling for two cocks now”.

They manoeuvred my body with me laying directly on top of my uncle. He grabbed his cock and pushed it back into my arse as grandpa lay on top of me moving his prick to my hole.

I felt the nudge of his hot knob pressing against my ring and uncle’s cock and gradually he fed his cock into me inch by inch until his balls rested on my uncles.

I was in a state of euphoria, my cock stuffed arsehole twitching wildly against the two dicks, my prick throbbing and jerking uncontrollably.

They began fucking me, their hungry cocks stretching my hole to the max, their balls smacking against each other in a frenzy of fuck lust.

Grandpa began to kiss me, his tongue darting into my mouth and uncle stuck his tongue into my ear. Grandpa was also pinching my nipples hard.

“Fuck me!” I grizzled taking the two cocks.

“Make me whimper and moan.” I pleaded.

Uncles hands found my prick and balls, his fist wanking my cock fast.

I could not take any more excitement, my poor ravaged arsehole was on fire and pulsating with dick and my balls were agitatedly stirring up my cum ready to explode.

“Fuck! This is out of this fucking world” said uncle

“I’m getting so close”.

“Me too” said grandpa, his arsehole is just incredible I can hold out much longer.

I was the first to spurt however, my juicy load spilling all over my uncles hand and my belly.

The contractions of my arsehole milked the two pricks mercilessly and both cocks began to shoot their bollock loads into me.

“I want to see your cum!” I begged “I want to see your cocks spurting.

They pulled from me, their hunky orgasmic pricks

pumping out load after load of sweet jizz. I move to get some in my face and manage to get a nice double blob of family batter straight onto my tongue.

The huge cocks hovered over my face dripping cum everywhere, their balls now tight against their bodies as they drained off.

“Fucking Hell!” said my uncle “You are one fucking horny cum slut, I had no idea”.

“I told you” said my grandpa “He’s a fast learner and now he has an insatiable lust for cock and cum”.

I lay writhing my body, my arsehole gaping, the taste of sperm in my mouth and my cock still pulsating .

I still felt horny, still wanted their old cocks shagging me, spurting into my mouth and down my throat.

“What next guys?” I asked cockily.

“Next said grandpa, you are going to suck both our cocks off. Two cocks in your mouth lad and two loads of family jizz down your throat. Then we’re both going to fuck you every which way we can until you are totally satisfied. How does that sound”.

My cock answered for me, a stray spurt of spunk shooting straight into grandpas’ face.

The End

I guess I’m not your usual older gay guy. I’m 56 and I like guys my own age, I’m not into muscles, don’t need monster cocks (though in all honesty, I do like average or more). Youth is not an attraction for me ‘cos – you know what, I like to have a chat and I’m going to  talk about different things than a 19 year-old is interested in. I get it, I understand the ‘fresh young piece of meat’ thing, but for me, the body isn’t the deal – extremes I find difficult, really big or really skinny both turn me off, no matter if they’ve got the dick of death. Long hair on a man too – just doesn’t do it for me. I’ve done anonymous sex – being a complete whore and cum dump can be a good release, if they had long hair, then I wasn’t looking, so who cares?

A nice dad-bod and I’m there! I was young and ‘fresh’ myself once – never realised how many older men I made happy, I just liked older men – nothing’s changed. I prefer a man with some experience under his belt, in more ways than one, a man who is strong enough to be honest about himself as much as I am honest about myself.

I came out when I was 15, been in bars, pubs and clubs all my life ‘cos it was my work. Seen a lot of dicks, sucked most of them. Strangely, I never really got into being fucked until my 40s – I’d split up with a partner and had the feeling that, though I am a great cock sucker, and love nothing more than giving a man pleasure, I had missed out on a lot. Time to play catch-up!

So, what did catch-up consist of? I decided that if I’m going to get pervy (my idea of pervy back then), it was time to explore anal. I’d taken cock, but never enjoyed it – I’d just done it to please people. I wanted to know what it was that so many friends loved about it. “Buy a dildo” I told myself – so I did. That worked pretty well because I was in control and was able to take my time. “Bigger!” OK, bigger. I started to understand now…

At that time, I was 40, not bad looking, tall, salt and pepper hair, not fat but not thin either – certainly not a gym-bod, but reasonable. After a bad relationship, I couldn’t wait – first night after I’d thrown him out (different and not fun story), I was up the cruising area and got fucked seven times. Revenge fucks of course, but I had a great time.

After a very nice rebound guy, along came another. I really didn’t mean to end up in another relationship, but somehow I found myself there. Nice guy, lovely cock and cumshots like a firehose (I do like a gusher). That went tits up when he borrowed a lot of money (not mine – I didn’t have any) and disappeared overnight. Solo again.

Fuck it! I’m just going to be a slut from here on in – relationships are too much trouble.

Along came a guy, just a fuck-buddy. He was not at all sure about sex with another guy, but once I got my tongue up his arse, he got round to my way of thinking pretty quick. He loved sucking cock, but was wary of swallowing cum – I gave him no choice when (after a few times of sussing out what I reckoned he wanted) I pushed him down on my cock as I shot my load in his mouth. He came his load hands-free, so that cleared up that question! The 69s were the best, he loved my tongue in his hole as he was sucking my dick, my finger in his arse and playing with his prostate, well that was the trigger for him to shoot his load, sometimes down my throat, but I liked a good facial as well. He was just a cum-guzzler, it was so ‘forbidden’ for him that it was the ultimate turn-on.

I’ve never really been a top. Whilst I didn’t really bottom either, I just wasn’t into fucking – cock sucking was my thing. The fuck-buddy decided to wriggle his hole around on my hard cock, so I reckoned he was looking to try it up his arse. The idea of a grown man deciding he wanted to get fucked for the first time was good enough to make me give it a try. I made sure there was loads of lube ‘cos I remembered how much I’d wanted more lube when I was younger – I wanted him to enjoy his adventure. I told him to think of it as letting my cock in rather than me invading, clench his arse every so often to remind himself that he was in control, little bit of an arse-wriggle will help. His hole was so tight, but he obviously really wanted to do it. He was straddling me and once his cheeks hit my thighs, I was in. He wasn’t exactly comfortable, but he wasn’t going to give up too easily, he wriggled, clenched, wriggled a bit more – then his arse relaxed and he was there, his hole was not virgin any more for sure. I was getting into it, but he really got into the idea that my cock was his to ride, and ride he did! He leaned forward to kiss me and just moaned in pleasure as I pushed up to stay as deep in him as I could. I reached round behind his arms and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him down as my hips thrusted up, we kept kissing and his moans got hotter as he carried on fucking my dick. It wasn’t long before another hands-free cum load from his cock hit my belly.

I guess it didn’t really matter who owned the first cock he had up him, he’d still have had a good time (and learned a lot about himself), but it was good to think he trusted me to be the first one to give him anal, and his first swallowed cumload, and his first rimming…

I reckon he enjoyed himself.

He really was a nice guy. He found himself a boyfriend. Typical.

Then a whole load of life changed. I had to move to a different country and a different life had to start – along with me (after I had *promised* myself I wouldn’t) falling for the nicest guy with the nicest thick and suckable cock.

If anyone wants to know, I’m happy to tell that story…

‘Not too rough Colin’ ‘Sorry, hun.’

I forgot for a moment how Pete preferred it a little slower. The heat of the day was vigorous, energising. Luckily though, Pete had programmed the temperature at home to remain agreeable throughout the day.

‘Mmm, yeah I’m almost there, babe’ he said. Man, I’m so lucky to have this life. And through everything Pete is there is keep us on track. Making love to him was great, and I knowing I’m giving him love when he needs it.

‘Ok hun, you close?’ ‘Yeah Colin, just don’t squeeze my ass that hard – mmm, yeah that’s nice, I’m almost there.’

As I thrust into my partner of 12 years, our smooth skin bumping at a rhythmic pace toward orgasm, I held his hips tenderly. Now, moving into the end of our thirties and with our jobs and assets completely comfortable, it was nice to be able to let go and relax into life not needing to worry about striving anymore. Striving toward career goals, getting onto the property ladder, going to the gym as much even. Pete had filled out a little around the middle, making his butt and hips a bit more substantial which was totally fine. He still had some build to him underneath it. He is tall, 5’10, and broad. His butt has always driven me wild, and I enjoy getting the chance to play together when he’s in the mood.

‘Oh babe, I’m gunna- uh, huuuuuuh’ he breathed. His butthole squeezed around my shaft and he arched his back, on all fours on our beautiful new bed. I smiled, knowing I’d satisfied my soulmate, allowing the his muscle spasms to let me know he had just ejaculated onto the towel beneath him. I was so content with my achievement I didn’t even really need to cum myself, and as Reese pushed off my penis I moved to lay beside him, wrapping my arms around him.

‘Love you Colin’ ‘You too, babe’, I replied.

We lay together, soaking up the moment. Just having made love in our new bed, in our amazing neighbourhood only a few doors down from his brother, and the next street over from his parents. This is what life is about, strong family values and solid foundations to last forever. We’ve been through so much together, to finally be in this warm stability was a blessing.

‘We better get ready if we’re gonna make it to dinner for 19:30. Look at us, being naughty. Having wild sex on a Tuesday before family dinner! I’m gonna take a shower.’ He said, moving out from under my arm.

I laughed heartily, ‘You said it Pete!’ I got up too, putting the towel in the laundry basket. Actually, great timing – it was nearly full anyway so I can put this load on to wash before we leave. I noticed my boner still taking a while to go down. The shower blasted from the next room.

‘Will we make it in time?’ he yells from next door.

‘Sure yeah, I’m not gonna shower anyhow. I’m didn’t sweat too much.’ I replied. Didn’t sweat at all actually.

‘Really? You have a high tolerance for exercise though I guess, its all those hours in the gym – you don’t need to go so much anymore babe, you know…’

I smiled. I did like to keep going though. It was hard, but a good pain. I love the intensity of long workouts, feeling my muscles pump with energy made me feel so… powerful. And the erotic charge that came with keeping up my regular bodybuilding was fucking incredible.

As I picked up the hamper to take it downstairs I caught my reflection in the mirror, Pete showering in the next room. Ha. Man, I really didn’t mind what I saw in the mirror. My pecs swelled triumphantly in the light of the sun beaming through the window. Smooth, glorious muscle. My thighs were getting really thick now, too. I twisted my leg to flex my meaty calves in front of the mirror – Johnny needs a raise, I thought, smiling at my physique. Johnny was my PT, enthusiastic kid of only 23 years old and getting these results out of me. Even my ass was noticeably more mammoth. Not as perfectly super-pumped as Johnny’s though, but I’ve no doubt he is working out a lot more than me to keep that Grade-A bubble in tact. Being 23 and a wrestling nut since an early age certainly helps I’m sure too.

I noticed my erection hadn’t subsided, maybe I should masturbate before dinner – nah, no time really. I’ll get to it tonight in the bathroom if I’m still horny for it.

Better get dressed. I held up my arm and did one final bicep flex in the mirror. A smile. Man, I’m fucking ripped. 6 feet of exploding muscle currently sporting a respectable 8” erection – still glossy with lube, and balls aching with sperm build up. Not bad. Not bad at all.

‘Put on the laundry Colin.’ ‘Sure thing Pete!’

 

‘If it isn’t the happy couple, come on in. Sally is finishing up a pound cake, we’ll have it for dessert, boys.’ Pete’s brother Jim welcomed as we filed into his house.

‘Excellent, couldn’t get enough last time. I ate 3 servings if you remember. Colin couldn’t even get through one!’ said Pete. We all collected in the living room where Pete’s parents were, as well as Pete’s little sister, her husband Danny and their two young kids.

‘Dinner is gonna be a while, started it late – sorry guys! Have a drink and catch up,’ Sally shouted from the kitchen. ‘Jim, remember to ask Colin about that thing too.’

‘Oh yeah, come out the back and take a look at something Colin will you?’ Pete motioned me impatiently to go, as he joined the family.

When we go to the shed, Jim picking up a case of beer to bring back to the house, he looked at me with a furrowed brow. ‘Wanted to ask if you’d do me a favour, bud. Jordan has been awfully quiet lately, and I know he’s 18 and going through that awkward age but maybe you could have a chat with him, see what’s up.’

‘Uh, I mean sure Jim. No problem, you worried about anything in particular?’

‘Well,’ he paused, pensive. Jim was a handsome man, 5 years Pete’s senior. A similar build, but Chet’s job in removals obviously has given him a fair bit of solid muscle over the years. I noticed the roundness of his shoulder, pushing out against the thin fabric of his t-shirt, his veined bicep bursting out below his short sleeve.

‘Not really man, I mean he’s at that age. He is always playing hockey, loves it. But he isn’t seeing his friends much and he’s lost a bit of passion for his studies, just wanna make sure he’s got his priorities straight still and lord knows he doesn’t wanna talk to his parents much.’

‘Ha, yeah. Can’t say I did either at this age. Is he around now?’

‘Studying in his room. Thanks Colin, take as much time as you need, we’ll just be down here and we wanted you here early in case you two ended up talking about anything deep. No pressure though bud, no doubt you’ll be back down in 5 mins if you get the same limited conversation we’ve been getting lately.’ He rolled his eyes comically and put a surprisingly firm, affectionate grip on my shoulder. ‘I owe you one.’

My penis chubbed a little. I smiled, gave him a nod and headed up to see Jordan.

As I climbed the stairs, I smirked to myself, remembering my own routine at 18. Wouldn’t trade anything in the world for where I am in my life now with my partner, soulmate and best friend. But at 18 or so, I remember discovering myself. A painful journey, sure. But at 18 I was mostly fantasising about buttfucking, discovering porn for the first time on my family computer. The thrill, the intense sleazy excellence of it. Masturbating was ecstasy then, and I definitely took full advantage any chance I got. I chuckled, noticing how my penis was getting pretty erect again. Jordan was a good kid. Never would say it out loud, but he’s not the sharpest tool in the box, a bit slow in fact, Reese told me a few times of how some boys at school used to tease him for being a dumb-dumb. But we all have our own strengths and Jordan loved hockey. I told him once before that he was already building quite a nice, thick body as a result and that he should never stop pursuing what made him feel good. I remember he smiled at this, think it really got through to him. It was a special moment, I loved getting the chance to bond with Reese’s family like that. I stuffed a hand in my pocket approaching Jordan’s door to disguise my hard cock a bit and knocked.

Silence.

‘Jordan? It’s Uncle Colin, buddy. You decent?’ I heard a faint creak, but otherwise nothing. I grabbed the doorknob and tentatively opened the door, being met with one of the most lewd sights I’ve ever seen.

The sound of panting, interrupted by urgent, muffled moans. Upon opening the door I was hit with the thick, familiar smell of teen bedroom. Windows closed, the air ripe with sweat, old laundry and, yeah – sperm. Jordan was there alright, but unable to hear me as his earbuds were in. He was laying on his sweaty bed sheets facing away from me, up on his spread knees and ass in the air, face planted into his duvet facing his laptop screen on which a big, oily cock was pumping butthole. Jordan, in a total stupor was masturbating his penis from under his body, while his huge, smooth hockey ass bounced in the air in front of my face. With each frantic pump of his penis, his packed balls bounced beneath his puckering teen hole. Unfortunately, this sight super-charged my penis and it began to throb in my beige chino shorts. That must be it, right? It’s just a human reaction, oh fuck. I’m so ashamed of myself, my love is downstairs and I’m up here with a horny penis looking at his nephew masturbating!

I left and closed the door. Panicked. I could hear everyone chatting faintly downstairs. It was pretty far away, but what should I do? I should just go down, say Jordan was busy and I’ll do it another time. Yeah.

I decided instead to open the door again and watch some more. Because I love Pete, and this talk was important to the family.

I stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind me this time. Put my feet slightly wider than shoulder width apart and put both hands in my pockets. I happened to nudge and press my boner in the process accidentally. We need to have this chat I just don’t know how to initiate it.

Jordan’s pumping got a bit more frantic. I noticed there was a light sweat all over his body, but especially his asshole where I guess he’s been squeezing his glutes together for quite some time. He’d been doing this a while, hours maybe. He’d have got in from school at 4pm and it was almost 8pm now, I pondered. It smelled so ripe in his room. I inadvertently inhaled deeply and squeezed my penis. It’s ok, FUCK Colin, it’s ok just focus on being the best uncle you can be. Nothing wrong with masturbating to porn, so he doesn’t need to be embarrassed. His ass bounced invitingly in front of me, regularly squeezing his glutes too which accentuated in the most inappropriate way just how perfect the balance of teen fat and solid sport muscle was. My eyes travelled from his obscene ass down his thick hockey thighs and calves to his smooth bare feet. He was wiggling his toes in a way that reminded me of a dog wagging it’s tail when it’s happy.

‘Ungh. UuuuuuUUH, pppenis. Cock-penis, UUUH fuck yeah I’m masturbating my spermpeeeeeenis bro’ he spluttered through a mouth audibly messy with excess saliva. My jaw dropped. I was disgusted by how stupid he sounded in such a way that it made me horny like a wild animal. I absent-mindedly squeezed my hips back and forth a little, confused by my feelings. He was in bliss, bouncing his ass in the air in complete heaven. I could feel my cock getting out of control in my shorts. It had filled my underpants, lodged against my lower abs. I was desperate not to encourage it but I could feel a wet slime now each time it struggled against the fabric. I reached out and put my hand on Jordan’s greasy lower back to alert him of my presence. ‘Jord?’

‘Uh!’ He yelped and jumped out of his stuper, a look of horror on his face. I smiled calmly ‘It’s ok. It’s ok, buddy, relax. Relax.’

He’d bounced onto his back, seemed rigid with fright. His usual floppy brown hair was pasted to his face and forehead with masturbation sweat. He pulled his earbuds out. ‘U-Uncle Colin, wha-, I didn’t know you were in here!’ he panted from his pouty, drool covered lips.

I sat down beside him, gave him a calm smile. ‘Hey bud, no need to be embarrassed. Totally normal Jordan. I was exactly the same at your age.’ Wow, the stench of sweat and sperm radiated from his damp sheets, I caught a glimpse of his little waste basket stuffed full of tissues.

‘You were?’ Jordan replied, warily, a glob of drool plopping onto his upper pecs from his chin. ‘Ha, absolutely!’ I said, putting a comforting hand on his massive bare thigh with platonic reassurance.

A sigh of trusting relief. ‘Man, you’re so cool Uncle Colin – you wanna watch too?’, he said passing me an earbud. I paused, squirmed a little. I am a cool uncle, but felt an urge to make sure I handled this responsibly. I owed it to Pete, and his family who have been so good to me. My rabid penis sure was hard and horny though.

‘Best not Jordan, but I can give you some pointers. First off, make sure you can block your door from opening, don’t want anyone walking in on you. Move your bookcase in front,’ I said, getting up to do just that. ‘But if possible, try and wait to have your bate-a-thons till your parents are out. The waiting can build up and nice, horny load in your balls and if they’re out you can be super loud if you want to.’ I said, winking at my nephew. I felt kind of odd saying these things, hell even thinking them. Pete didn’t really like dirty talk, and it had been a while since I’d even thought this way – but it was flowing out of me with ease and I was being a cool uncle. I want Jordan to be able to relate to me. I returned to sit beside him again, accidentally stepping on what looked like a butt plug on the floor.

His vacant, open-mouthed face took a delay before reacting with a smile. ‘Hey, great idea Colin, you’re the best,’ he spluttered, sitting upright and patting his hand affirmatively on my shoulder. Same hand he was oiling his dong with, come to think of it. His teen cock juice was probably on my new shirt. We sat there in the humid bedroom grinning stupidly at each other for a few moments, horny porn sluts moaning on his computer in the background.

‘…Uh, so it’s completely cool, and normal buddy is all I’m saying.’ I’m a pro, keep going. ‘I noticed there that you’re masturbating to some man-on-man porn bud, again totally fine. Obviously that’s what I love too. And you were whining a few minutes ago about craving penis, which is totally normal bud – just wanna make sure you’re playing safely,’ I picked up the slippery buttplug, ‘You managing to squeeze all this in alright Jordan?’. The plug was a fair size, and I wondered if he was using lube or just his own drool. It was warm in my hand and the strong smell of butthole wafting from it near my face let me know it was well used recently.

A puzzled look on his face for a second before the lightbulb went off. The delays were frustrating with Jordan. ‘Uh, yeah makes my butt feel really nice man.’ Fuck, there is something really embarrassing about this kid. I know this feeling is shared with some of the other men in the family, but we don’t discuss it. I’ve caught Danny’s eye a few times in the past around Jord. Something irrationally annoying about Jordan’s retarded, dopey purity. Danny is a pretty quiet guy, 26 years old. We share being outsiders to the family, so to speak. I often wonder what’s going on in his head, but catch a glimpse on occasion when we lock eyes. One time when Jordan came into the living area to finally join us all on a Sunday afternoon, a noticeable sweat patch down the ass crack of his grey shorts prompted me to wonder exactly how long he’d spent the day masturbating before somehow thinking it’d be acceptable to join everyone without changing. Or at least putting on underwear – the way his massive ass fought the thin shorts, cheeks chewing the sweaty streak was pretty… obscene. Danny and I looked at each other as Jord, oblivious, ambled past us. Danny gave me a smirk, both of us fully aware of how Jordan is spending his time. I remember catching Danny glancing back to see more of Jordan’s massive buttcheeks come to think of it…

Jordan sprang up and leaned across me, reaching clumsily toward his bedside table. He had inadvertently lay across me, his round globes of ass meat practically in my lap as I felt the weight of him press on my penis. He returned with an open jar of coconut oil, face eager like a pup returning with a stick.

‘I’ve been pumping my penis to porn for a couple years now Colin, can’t get enough! I know all about douching and making sure my butthole is slippery for toys,’ he beamed proudly. I could feel my heart beat faster for some reason, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva as I looked down at the almost empty jar. I caught a glimpse too of his still fully erect penis, looked a decent 6 or 7 inches, well-oiled and twitching. My cock ripened further in this moment, I swear I could almost feel more sperm being driven into my already full ballsack, like they were being stretched to the limit.

‘I-uh, hm, I’m so glad Jordan, that’s perfect. Great job, health and being safe is important!’ I said, deciding it was a good moment to give him a reassuring hug. I reached over, feeling almost hungry to smell some more of his masturbation. He leapt into the hug, bouncing unexpectedly into a straddle to take better advantage of it. This took me by surprise and put me in a bit of a sticky situation as cool Uncle Colin. Here I was, comforting my thick, muscled nephew who was totally naked, rubbing his bare butt into my crotch and covering me in the dank body moisture of his afternoon masturbation marathon. I tried desperately to remember Pete but I was a bit overwhelmed by horny, animal lust and found myself pulling his body by his sweaty shoulders down harder onto my penis as I started kind of hastily squirming, gently pumping my cock into the squishy firmness of his glutes. ‘Uhhhh, you’re such a good kid Jordan,’ I moaned, feeling his swollen penis reacting frantically against my firm, muscled belly.

‘I really want penis uncle Colin’ he spluttered into my ear, squeezing his hockey buttcheeks together on my lap. ‘I’ve never had penis yet, I really want a penis in my ass so bad.’ I realised that his oily butt was likely douched and squeaky clean, and my packed balls began to ache. I panicked and moved him off of me, standing up and trying to bring us back to the calm, reassuring vibe we had before.

‘That’s totally normal Jordan! Totally normal!’ my voice cracked a little. I laughed nervously, my sticky penis trying to burst itself free of my chino shorts which now sported a noticeable wet spot. Jordan unfortunately seemed immune to my efforts though and got back on all fours sticking his ass brazenly up toward me. Fuck, it looked so tasty. I’d never seen a bubble ass so enticing for a very long time and all I wanted to do was put my face in it.

He began to whine like a fucking bitch, pulling his cheeks apart and squelching a big glob of oil right on the hole. ‘Uhhh, help me uncle Colin, can you teach me about buttsex?’

I had to leave, this had got out of hand. It was completely inappropriate and we needed to stop this and go down for dinner.

‘It’s nothing to be ashamed of buddy, I can show you the basics for when you find someone you love and want to share this with them, ok Jordan?’ I said cheerfully, kneeling down in front of his ass.

I quicky shucked off my shorts and underwear, my grateful cock springing free. Man, it was like a sauna in here. I had the most awesome body sweat beginning to form, especially down my ass crack and on my taint, it felt like my nuts were on fire. I wanted desperately to be a responsible uncle to this impressionable youngster but before I knew it I had coated my pulsing meat with a thick slop of coconut oil and had my tongue deep inside his cunthole. It felt like it was sucking me in as I wrestled against it, thrusting it in and out – the pungent taste sending me into ecstasy as I lubed my penis pole. Jordan whined, but I couldn’t help but feel a deep shame as his smooth muscled glutes squeezed and slapped around my face.

I somehow managed to pull away. ‘I’m going to put my penis in now buddy, just relax like when you plug it. This is what will happen when you find your true love, like what happens with me and uncle Pete, ok? I just want you to be prepared,’ I tried to sound calm but was far gone now. I had succumbed, and I knew I was going to fucking destroy his teen slut cunt just like he wants.

I slid myself inside, to an uninhibited cry of pleasure from Jordan. ‘Fuck, shut up Jordan!’ I stressed, slapping a hand over his drooling lips. His sloppy, squishy insides feeling like carnal bliss around my hungry dong. ‘Penis me uncle Colin! Penis me so good!’ he moaned through my fingers.

I began to pile drive him with insane fury, worried for a second that he wouldn’t like it. But to my surprise he bucked keenly back against me – he couldn’t get enough. ‘Harder!!’ he roared, ‘Fucking pound me out like in the porns!’ And with that I grabbed a fist full of his sweaty, retard hair, cocked one muscular leg up on his bed and began pumping with such vigour that I almost blacked out. I was coated in my own contribution of sweat now and with my free hand was spanking and grabbing his succulent asscheeks with total abandon. Both of us combining our rampant lust in the most obscene session I have ever had.

‘Now,’ I could barely speak, panting like a fucking pig, ‘I’m going to sperm my penis all inside okay buddy? You want that?’ I couldn’t focus on his answer but I knew what it probably was before I asked it. It felt like my penis didn’t want me to care about the answer anyway – in an odd, unfamiliar way I knew I just wanted to use him like a horny little fucktoy to give my penis pleasure. ‘Here it comes bud – UUaaagh’ I was so eager, how the fuck did this even happen? Did I care at this point? I was seeing stars, feeling a deep, deep shame and couldn’t get enough. Jordan began writhing and squeezing his butthole while I pumped it and it was more than I could handle.

‘Here it comes Jord! You’re gonna take my massive nut YOU FUCKING SLUT! Milk my spermpenis faggot! UUUAAAAAAAAAAAH!’ I roared. As my taint began pumping violently, glob after thick glob of my man paste erupted deep into his cunthole. Images fired through my brain and knowing how fucking sloppy with sperm his teen hole was gave me enormous helpings of both pride and deep shame. I had betrayed my soulmate in the most disgusting way, I thought, as I relished thrusting the last squirts of cum into Jordan’s horny ass, feeling exceptionally pleased with my powerful, virile self. I am a huge, alpha sex machine and I deserve to have my penis milked at any time.   

As we both eased down from heaven, reality set in. ‘Uuh, so this is gonna be our secret bud. Can’t help you out unless it’s a secret okay?’ What was I saying? I was totally ashamed, fully aware of my guilt and the terrible manipulation I was performing. ‘Absolutely!’, he panted. We hurried to get dressed and dry off to head down for dinner. Even through my shame though, I noticed a pair of his used underwear on the floor near a mess of sperm tissues. I discreetly picked them up along with my shirt and stuffed them into my pocket.

This could never, ever happen again. I have done a shameful thing, and no one could know. If Pete found out he would be devastated. Everything we’ve built would be gone, not to mention how the whole family would disown me.

‘I know your parents and grandparents are gonna be leaving for their vacation tomorrow Jord, how about I swing by and we can talk some more tomorrow night after they leave, would you like that?’

After a moment to process, ‘Yuh, sounds excellent uncle Colin, you’re the best!’. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I will need some time to process this somehow if I can, and God knows find a way to make sure Jordan doesn’t say a word about this to anyone.

 

‘Wow, dinner looks amazing,’ I said joining the table. I moved to give Pete a kiss. ‘You taste funny, babe’. I tensed, I had just sucked the sweat from his goontard nephew’s epic ass then kissed the love of my life! Jim chimed in, saving me from the moment, ‘Well? How’d it go? You were up there a while.’

I panicked, nerves completely shot, then replied privately into his ear, ‘nothing to worry about, but I’m glad we spoke. More than happy to be a sounding board for him Jim, think he needs it. Exam stress I think.’ I paused. ‘Maybe I can help take his mind of things if you want me to?’

Sounded good.

‘You’re a godsend Colin. We are blessed to have you in our family. If you ever need anything, anything whatsoever – let me know.’ He whispered, winking at me and giving my broad shoulders a firm squeeze.

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When I came back with the three beers I was still in a towel and Dave said, “Hey Jas, get comfortable, lose the towel, and put on one of your great jock straps!”

I had agreed to wear a jock while he was naked, so I really couldn’t argue with that.  So I went to my room to put one on, even as I was doing it I wondered why he wouldn’t mind looking at Rick’s cock!

Before I stepped back out into the living area, I heard Dave say in a low whisper, “Wait until he comes out a jockstrap frames his ass and makes it look spectacular!”

Rick said, “I can’t wait to see that, hell have you ever thought about fucking him?”

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After some pizza and beers I went to bed, Rick hung around for a while and I heard him leave as I was dozing off.

The next morning I was in Dave’s bed bright and early sucking his huge cock with morning wood. I don’t know why it would have but I was afraid that me sucking Rick’s cock last night might have changed something you know like if your girlfriend had drunkenly sucked your best buddy’s cock, but apparently, with Dave it didn’t work like that, it was as if he was more proud of me.  Dave woke up and patted my head, adjusted himself to a more comfortable position and I started gingerly sucking his cock!

In the mornings it was so hard, I had to go easy to protect myself, it was like he had a steel bar coated in silky skin in my mouth.  I started thinking about sucking Dave’s cock, it was great, as much as I had fought Dave mentally, I am so glad that he picked up on my desire for his cock.  

Who knew that I’d like other guys’ cocks too.  Dave said he wanted to talk about that with me when we were alone and I wasn’t sure what he meant, but he seemed pretty mature about life and sex.

I was really getting into Dave fucking my throat, I wasn’t surprised when he was so horny this morning even after how hot last night was, I could tell he was going to bust really soon!  So I just did what I had learned, slid my mouth to the base of his cock and buried my face in his thick dark bush, and enjoyed his scent as he pumped ropes of cum right into my throat.  Dave suddenly backed up and shot two squirts into my mouth and then went back into my throat to unload the rest.  “I did that for you Jas, now that I know how much you love it, I’ll do my best to make sure that you get to taste plenty of my cum!”  Then he just kept shooting his thick load into my throat!

All of a sudden Dave jumped up, and was holding onto his cock and balls as he bounced off the bed, “I’ve got to fucking piss right fucking now,” and then as he ran to the bathroom, “Watch out Jas, one of these mornings I’m not going to be able to get my cock out of your mouth fast enough…”

Then I heard the normal sounds of Dave power washing the toilet bowl with his heavy piss stream.  Suddenly the front door burst open!  Then I heard Rick holler, “Dave, Dave!”  Fuck this was like a Monte Python episode!

Apparently, Rick could also hear Dave’s heavy stream and ran to the bathroom. “Hey, you’ve got to get Jason to suck my cock man, I woke up about 7 times with hellish boners, and it’s so hard it fucking hurts right now, please get him to blow me!”

“Fuck Dave, he’s the cocksucker, ask him!”

“You sure man?”  “Yes, he’s either in my room or his, just ask him!”

I was sitting on the edge of my bed listening to all of this, and found it hysterical, even though a couple of weeks ago I’d have come out of my room swinging if someone called me a cocksucker!

“Jason, fuck Jason, blow me!”

“What the fuck, Rick?”

“Wait a minute, I’m sorry, that wasn’t nice, but oh fuck Jason, oh fuck, will you please blow me, my dick is so hard it’s killing me!”

Dave came out of the bathroom to see how this played out, and just to get Rick a little bit more stirred up, I kind of rolled my eyes and made an almost cartoonish expression that I was thinking about it.  Rick was almost frantic, and he almost hollered, “Jason seriously, I’ll do anything, PLEASE just suck my dick and make me cum!”

I really smiled at Dave then and just said, “Anything?”

“Yes, anything!”

“Anything?” I asked again, “Cool, so you’ll suck my dick when I’m finished with yours?”

“Yes!  Yea..! Well no, but Uhm, no, but there are lots of other things, goddammit, Jesus Christ, please just suck my dick, I’ll do ALMOST anything!”

Just then Dave joined in standing there still hard even after a blow job and a piss, but hs cock wasn’t standing up against his belly like Rick’s was.  Laughing out loud, Dave said, “Come on Jason, just blow him, he’ll blow you back, I’m sure he will!”

Dave and I both cracked up, and Rick was almost in tears, moaning.

“Come on Jason, you’ll blow him, won’t you?”  Dave dramatically asked.

I said, “Yeah, but….”

Rick’s eyebrows went up in joy when I said, “Yeah”, and when I said, “but,” they crashed into a frown.

“Jason…you’re killing me here!”

“Yes, sure I’ll blow him, but damn this was fun!”

Dave had come so fast this morning, I didn’t shoot, so I was hoping that I’d blow a load when Rick shot his load in my throat!

I took him into my bedroom and we both got naked.  I glanced in the mirror as I was bending over to grab my water and saw Rick’s gaze on my butt.  I remembered that he asked Dave if he ever thought about fucking me, I didn’t like where this was going.  I gave Rick his bj and I blew my load when he shot down my throat and all was well, so we were both fairly happy.  It was amazing that me blowing Rick, got Dave revved up and wanted me to blow him again too!  The bonus was I shot my load again from blowing Dave!

After that, I felt a bit more respect and comradery from both Rick and Dave.  Over the next few weeks, things got a bit more friendly between Dave and me, I felt that in most ways he respected me and actually liked me. I wasn’t just someone to help him maintain the rent or to keep his balls in a comfortable state.  We actually got along, we talked about important stuff, but also laughed and kidded a lot too.

One evening after a particularly hot session on the couch, Dave again asked me to leave the juices, tears, sweat, and cum on my face while we talked.  He mentioned the fact that I really liked to suck cock, and I seemed really happy sucking cock, and that he didn’t think it would hurt anything if I was sucking another guy or two, and at first embarrassed, I finally agreed.

Although I did more around the house than he did, for some reason I didn’t mind it much, and yes I continued doing his laundry, and still perved on his scent on his clothes.  In return, Dave would occasionally borrow my car, but usually just for a quick trip to the store to buy groceries and he always returned with it washed and full of gas.

Yes, I sucked his cock a lot, but doing that also gave me amazing orgasms, and yes at least two or three times per week I also gave Rick head, and he would bring beer, order pizzas for us, and pay for movies rentals online.  So I don’t think any one of us felt like we were being used.

So everyone was pretty cool with everyone.  Weeks went past and we had our first cram for Mid-term tests.  We rode the storm out quite well, and I kept my and Dave’s nuts continually drained so that we were never stressed out.  Rick came by more during this time, sometimes daily and I drew several loads a week out of his nuts too, since everyone was so busy cramming for finals!

When that was over, Rick asked Dave if he could bring a buddy when he came over the next evening.  Dave said, that he knew the guy and he seemed cool, just to remember to tell him, it’s a strip at the door kind of place and if he isn’t comfortable naked around some other naked studs, it won’t work.

All Dave would tell me is, “I’m sure you’ll like him!”

Rick arrived at his regular time, and besides having a ton of beer and pizza in tow, he also had Sam, and Sam had tequila and weed.  I found out that evening that I’d had more experience at tequila but Dave had more experience at weed.

Back to Sam.  Sam is a handsome young man about  23 years old, just a couple of years older than me, and a year or two older than Dave and Rick.  When I met Sam he smiled and gave me a knowing look but not a sneer, that told me he was the third person in the world to know that I’m a cocksucker, but standing there naked, I wasn’t unhappy with what I saw.

Dave is built, rock-solid, heavy-duty muscle with huge shoulders, pecs, biceps, tight abs, an ass he could carry a six-pack on, hairy, butch, and just exudes maleness in sight, feel, and scent.  He is also one of the most well-groomed men I’ve met but doesn’t go so far as to be a metro-male.

Rick, is built, but not ripped like Dave, not quite as huge as Dave, but hairy like Dave, a nice ass too, not six-pack balancing material, and not quite as well-groomed as Dave.

Sam, however, is pure model material.  Sam’s frame is a little more compact than Dave and Rick’s, but it is very symmetrical, with muscle packed on, that is all tight like a perfect male specimen.  He has body hair like Dave and Steve, but it looks manscaped, but after closer inspection, he is just one of the lucky ones who may just trim a bit every six months or so.

Dave and Rick agreed that it was too soon for a ton of pizza and loaded some of the beers and the bottle of tequila into the freezer and the rest of the beers and another bottle of tequila in the frig.

Previously when Sam stepped out of his clothes I was mesmerized, and you’d have to go some to compete with Dave and Rick as to what my idea of a super hot man is, but Sam was hot, just in a slightly different, and seductive way.

Sam is the type of guy who has hair on his knuckles, insteps, and toes, and it looks fucking hot, like it should be there, and begs the question as to why every man doesn’t have that!

This should put a good picture in your mind.  Think of a hot man, whose bicep you have touched, felt up, and/or hugged.  That solid, muscled, tight skin, smooth, silky skin feeling is everywhere on his body.  Just picture the most perfect male model plus 10-15% more.  Biceps are just a bit more full than necessary, same with pecs, abs, ass, and oh yeah cock!

Sam’s cock isn’t quite as thick as Dave and Rick’s but damn he was walking around very comfortably naked with almost a six-inch hang totally soft!  It was hot to watch Sam as he moved around the room totally confident of his amazing body, and he put off an energy that was very soothing and sensual, and he moved so gracefully that with every step, bend, reach, turn, or movement of any kind there was another great angle to view his sculpted body.

It wasn’t long before the cocksucking started, and with three guys it was different and hot fun. Not that just Dave wasn’t enough, and Dave and Rick weren’t enough, but Sam just added a different vibe to the mix.  The other thing that brought a different vibe to the mix was the weed and the tequila added to the usual beers.

First, we sat around passing a joint and a bong, doing shots of tequila, and chasing them with beer.  All of us were naked, well I had on my jock strap, and it seemed really normal for Sam to ask/tell me to go get more beers.  He was nice about it, but there was an authority to his tone, there was almost a flick or a slight movement of his long, soft dangling meat!  So, I just seemed to want to please him, hell maybe more than I wanted to please Dave, with Sam it seemed more like a seduction!

When I returned with the beers, I passed them around, just as Sam took a big rip on the bong, he pulled me in for a shotgun hit, where our lips just damn near touched, he patted my ass and then put his hands on my shoulders encouraging me to my knees.  The tequila, beer, and weed were all doing their job and so was his seduction of me.  I was so mellow and so willing to please all of these hot men.  I kept thinking about Sam’s pats on my butt and then he bent forward and hovered his armpit which was thick with hair just above my face.

I looked at Sam’s face, and with a slight smile and an almost imperceptible nod, I raised my face into an inferno and scent and sweat!  He let me enjoy that pit, which melted away all of my inhibitions, then ripped on the bong again, gave me another almost lips-meeting shotgun, and as I exhaled, Sam offered his other pit. I was in la-la land when his hard uncut cock touched my lips!

I was on my knees in front of Sam who was the only one standing, Dave and Rick were buzzed so they didn’t mind and Sam is so hot I didn’t mind either.  In less than a minute Sam’s cock was in my mouth and I was buzzed and relaxed and soon it slid smoothly into my willing throat.

The first thing I noticed after realizing that Sam’s cock was a bit thinner than the other two, is that it was a bit longer, and as soon as my face was buried in his thick bush, I noticed his scent was different than Dave and Rick, and it was a great scent, it was a seducing and sensual scent!

I looked up at Sam and he was looking down at me as I just continued to hold his cock in my throat.  Sam still didn’t move but he raised his eyebrows, so I started using my throat muscles to massage his big cock, Sam slightly smiled and again a barely perceptible nod was given and I continued to gently massage his steel-hard cock.  I felt a bit of a surge, and after a moment Sam backed out to my lips and then slowly slid all the way back in again.

As I continued to gently massage his now-massive rod, I realized that I was enjoying his sweet precum!  I could almost say that my tongue exploded with the delightful flavor of his precum.  Yes, like the others it was a bit salty, but there was a sweetness and the texture was slicker and maybe a bit thicker, it was amazing.  Fuck, now I couldn’t wait to taste his fucking load!

I glanced at Dave and saw him firing up the bong again and noticed on the clock behind him that I’d already had Sam’s cock in my mouth and throat for about twenty minutes, and it was amazing!

There was something besides the taste of his precum that was different.  He was a bit more calm, just enjoying the ride, not racing toward the finish line.  It was like being seduced and gently dominated at the same time, I was kind of confused by it, but very happy to comply with about anything that Sam might want!

Sam looked down at me and smiled and quietly said, “You really do love sucking cock Jason, don’t you!”  I was surprised at how easily I nodded my head in agreement because I still didn’t want most people to know that I’m a cocksucker.  “Well don’t worry, we’ll keep this all between us, at least for a while, you may feel different and more proud for being an amazing cocksucker down the road!”

Sam’s scent seemed to steadily increase the longer I sucked him, and it was an amazing scent!  But soon Rick said, “Hey Sam, stop hogging Jason’s wet mouth and throat, you’ve damn near had him for thirty minutes!”

Sam said, “You’re right Rick, but hand me the bong first, we need to take care of Jason’s needs too!”  With that Sam handed the bong to me, then put the lighter to the bowl and I took a big rip! Man did that feel good.  I handed the bong back and Sam stepped away and Rick took his place. Sam smiled at me and said, “Please don’t wipe away any of that goo on your face Jason, it is so fucking hot!”  I embarrassedly smiled and nodded.

Before Rick slid his thicker cock into my mouth and then throat, he handed me my beer and I took a couple of swigs that emptied it, and then Rick’s cock went in easily since I’d had Sam’s cock in my throat for so long already.  Rick was kind of imitating Sam’s throat fuck and wasn’t being quite as rowdy as usual and I realized that I liked it that way, at least in the beginning.

I was getting into Rick’s usual throat fucking, as I had become used to it, and it was making my cock leak a lot more now!  I saw Sam sit down next to Dave, and I could tell he was thanking Dave for letting him have my throat, and I felt several things.

First, it was kind of like I belonged to Dave, but it was okay to let some of his friends use my mouth.

Second, it was scary that at least one more person knew my secret, and who knows how many would end up finding out.

Third, it was hot when I could barely hear Sam saying what an amazing cocksucker I am.

Forth, but again I had fear of now Sam telling other people, even though he said he wouldn’t.

Fifth, it was hot to see and hear the pride that Dave had in me, and my newly developed skills.

About that time, Rick was building up speed and force, started tightly holding my head as he throat fucked me!  He bellowed out loud and held his big thick cock tightly in my throat as deep as it would go, and I enjoyed the familiar pulsing of the thick tube on the underside of his thick cock shooting jet after jet of thick hot straight cum straight down my throat!

Dave kind of teased Rick about how quickly he shot his load.  Rick said, “Well after watching Jason throat Sam’s cock for close to thirty minutes, it got me going!”

“Wow, I guess it did!”  Dave laughed.

“Well, there’s something else you probably don’t know! “What’s that, Dave asked?

“Well since meeting Jason, and him taking care of things three or four times a week for me, I’ve pretty much stopped beating off.  His throat is a hell of a lot better than my hand!  But fuck, I just can’t hold back!”

It kind of shocked me, again, that they were talking about me, while I was on my knees in front of all of them, just like I wasn’t even in the room!  Then Rick said, “Hey Jas, you polished your beer off, go get us another round before you do Dave, okay!”

As I was walking away to get more beers, I just barely heard Sam ask, “So Dave, are you turning him into your little slave boy?”

I could hear most of what Dave said, it went something like this, “Well, most relationships seem to have a hierarchy, and Jason seems to enjoy that part of it, and I guess big cocks shooting lots of cum your way, can have an effect on your thinking and assumed position.”

Sam said, “That’s interesting!”

“Well it’s not like a use and abuse sort of thing, he LOVES sucking my cock as much or more as I enjoy him sucking it! He seems to enjoy doing things around here for me, maybe as a gratuity, or maybe because I’m more of an alpha, and he’s somewhat of a beta, but it goes both ways. I take care of things too!”

“Really, what all does Jason do for you?”

“We didn’t even discuss this, it just happened so he does most of the cleaning, almost any cooking that happens, and he is really sweet and takes care of my laundry.”

I could hear the amazement in Sam’s voice.  “Wow, really, that’s amazing and cool!”

“Well, I help him out too!  I keep his car filled with gas, run it through a wash now and then, and hell I noticed it was due for an oil change and took care of that too!”

I was passing around beers and not paying all that much attention to their conversation at that point, I took a good swig of my beer, then dropped down and took Dave’s cock.  He started out sitting on the couch while he was semi-hard, but by the time he was hard, he was standing up, with my head clenched in his hands, and giving me the throat fuck of my life.  Since I’d unloaded his big hairy balls, as usual, this morning, Dave took a lot longer to bust than Rick did, and as was now usual, once he pulsed a rope or two of his thick batter down my throat, he pulled out of my throat and laid a stripe on my tongue, then I felt another wad blast my tonsils before reentering my throat and depositing the rest of his load there!

While this was going on, I heard Rick holler, “holy fuck!”, as he and Sam watched my load, shoot out of my cock, and blast through my jock as it basted the front of the leather couch that Dave was standing in front of!  Once I could see it, it was a huge, thick wad!

That was about the time we all decided it might be time for some pizza. Once I recovered from my exploding orgasm, I got up, cleaned up my mess, and started handing out plates with pizza slices on them.  Rick got beers from the freezer so they didn’t explode, and we enjoyed the pizza and watched the game.

Soon I was cleaning up the mess and Sam asked me to bring the bottle of tequila from the freezer as he was loading the bong again.  So apparently, as great as Sam looks, he’s a bit more of a party guy than the others!

Dave and Rick were pretty involved in the game, while Sam was blowing me some pretty damn sensual shotguns.  Each time I swore our lips were going to touch.  It was weird because I really kind of wanted to see what that would feel like, but I made certain not to move as I didn’t want to be the one to cause it to happen!

Still on my knees in front of Sam he continued to feed me sensual shotguns of weed, shots of tequila, the scent and taste of his sexy, hairy pits, and once he actually pulled my face into his thick bush and quietly said, “Inhale me, boy!”

I did as he said, and was soon floating in almost dreamland.  Between the tequila, weed, and the amazing scents of Sam’s body, I felt fucking amazing!

Dave and Rick were getting buzzed and had just both cum, so they were more interested in the game.  Soon Sam sat on the couch and brought my face with him, and then motioned for me to lay on my stomach on the couch with my face in his crotch.  That was a new and different position, he almost whispered to me, “Take my hard cock into your willing cocksucker mouth, and slowly and gently use your lips, tongue, and throat to please it, but don’t make your goal to make me shoot, just worship and enjoy what you’re doing!”

Sam took another hit on the bong, raised my face to his, and gave me the most sensual shotgun yet, and I wasn’t certain, but I think his full, soft lips may have slightly grazed mine!  I felt my cock surge!

I was floating in dreamland for a while, doing what Sam had told me to do, yes I was gently worshiping his big hard cock, while his sweet, thick precum generously flowed and coated the inside of my mouth and now my throat as I slowly slid my opening down to the base of his thick cock, and buried my face into his full fragrant bush!

It was ten or maybe twenty minutes later when Dave and Rick hollered and cheered a goal made, and as I came back into the room I noticed that not only was my face in Sam’s crotch slowly massaging his cock with my lips, tongue, and throat, Sam was slowly and gently massaging my butt, and it felt fucking amazing!

I hadn’t even realized it until then, he was squeezing and massaging my cheeks and kind of tickling the fuzz at the edge of my crack.  Just as I noticed this, Sam slid his finger from my taint all the way up to my spine and his finger slightly grazed my butthole, and I moaned!

After a time or two of that, Sam gently tapped on my head, I raised up, he slid his finger into my mouth, gently pushed my head back down on his cock, and slid his now “wet” finger across my very sensitive butthole!

I moaned, I hollered, and as I shot my load, Sam held my head down on his cock, as he shot his entire load deep into my throat!

The Flesh Pounder

Somewhere in Scotland two young lads were hiking up a cleft in the foggy mountain slopes. They were not originally from Scotland so were not all that familiar with the place except the mountain of Kweet were they had made quite a good amount of progress since early morning.

The trouble was with the overwhelming fog that had come along from nowhere it was difficult seeing your hand in front of your face.

After about twenty minutes the lads took a break to see if the fog would clear up for them to continue.

They took out their cooking utensils and set a fire going which seemed to somehow get rid of some of the fog.

Both are heartily but unfortunately the fog kept becoming heavier and heavier. So the lads agreed to go back down a ways to a small woodland they past which seemed to be fog clear and set up camp for the night. Maybe the fog would lift tomorrow.

As the lads were about to sleep they heard a little scuffle sound coming nearby the tent. It didn’t sound human for the scuffle was quick and seemed to have a few legs scuffing the ground outside.

The lads looked worried as the scuffle stopped. After a minute they heard nothing more and got a good nights rest.

As the first shafts of light came flooding their tent the lads got up and got dressed in only tank tops and shorts as it felt quite hot outside.

Looking out they found marks on the ground. They looked odd like a cow or horse had been there. But what kind of horse or cow would stand still on more than four legs?

The lads shrugged it off as they packed up and headed back to the mountain cleft. The fog was gone and beams of yellow sun light shone down on them as they made it up the cleft and along the ridge of Kweet mountain.

Just as they turned to look out at the view they both saw a silhouette of an odd creature moving like a spider along a sparse tree line. This made the lads shiver a little. Could this have been the thing causing the scuffle sound?

The lads saw the creature was not moving away. It just went round and round in circles on those spindly legs. What the hell was it doing?

The lads thought to turn and run away but thought better as whatever this thing was they knew it couldn’t see them. So they cautiously moved to a narrow pathway leading to a dense forrest.

They moved a little quicker and eventually they were peeking out of the bushes as the strange creature kept circling and then it lifted its head to the sky.

It appeared to sniff the air. The lads looked on until it spun its head in their direction. The lads inwardly shrieked as they saw that the head was human but had no eyes, but what caused them to suddenly spring back in shock was what the body of the creature looked like.

It was of a huge naked muscle growth with a six pack leading down to multiple huge uncut boners and multiple human arms and legs off all round it’s body.

On its back was a web slinger that it was now pulling at. A silver thread came out and in an instant the creature swung it in the direction of the bushes the lads were looking from.

It missed by inches and let out an inhuman sqwark and bounded towards them.

The only option for the lads to hide was in the dense forest. They took off their back packs and ran for their lives. The creature followed some fifty paces behind making the most freakishly horrid sounds ever made.

As the lads came to a bend in the forrest the ground seemed to leave them as they got caught in a giant web that hung between two trees.

Try as they might to free themselves the web was strong and thick.

They had been caught in a mid run spread eagle position in the web. Behind them they heard the creature stop and sniff the air again.

Then slowly it came right behind them. The lads knew they were this things prey and they were going to be devoured one by one.

With its human hands the creature felt were the lads were and started feeling their bodies up. It felt their bubble butts and then felt round to their soft cocks. It groped them through their clothes. The lads tried yelling for help but in a flash they had webbing over their mouths. They also noticed the fog seemed to be back but was only circling this time not engulfing. So anyone else up here wouldn’t be able to see what was happening. 

The lads felt something tear away their tank tops leaving them bare chested. The creature fondled their Hardening nipples and wet them with slime making both moan a little.

Next it sent a double forked tongue out of its mouth and began licking both lads backs. It licked and licked up and down each spine until both backs gleamed with slime.

Then came the thing the lads feared the most. It started with a tear then a rip and then a whip sound as both lads shorts disintegrated exposing their fully naked bodies to this deplorable thing.

Again it licked them up and down. Up and down the cracks of their bums, over and around to their now hard cocks and back up to their backsides and to their chests. Over and over it did this making the lads glisten with its fluids.

Suddenly the lads let moans escape as they felt the creatures tongue probe inside their bum holes.

It slithered and licked the sensitive parts. Once or twice it past over their G-Spots making them squeal a little.

Once the creature was satisfied it didn’t waste time shoving two cocks, one for each lad, in and out and back in and out all along the slick bodies of the quivering lads as they thrashed about in pleasure.

The creature rammed them for a hood two hours. The lads all sweaty and spent. Their cocks exploding then softening only to get hard again as the creature continued fucking their brains out.

There was a lot of moaning and what sounded like “Pssm Fuck mmph Messsmn Harmmmpder!!!”

The creature obliged and sped up its thrusting.

It played with their cocks and nipples and spanked their behinds all the while thrusting in and out with its many multiple cocks.

Then it stopped, let it’s cocks sliver out and then promptly turned over and with one big ejactulation, died on its back.

The lads dangled helplessly on the web for a good hour until some hikers saw them and came to their rescue. They were taken to a pub down the lane and given clothes. Then they talked about what happened and the landlord told them they could kip upstairs.

That night the lads played with themselves thinking about the events they had.

A knock came and both got dressed and opened the door. They were greeted by the landowner and a couple of others standing in the door way.

They leered at the lads as the landlord informed them that they knew what happened to them with Mug. The lads looked bewildered. The landlord laughed and said Mug was the creature they had fallen prey to and because the lads had killed Mug that they were to pay for their stay in another way.

The lads backed away as the landlord and all the rest stripped and stood naked with multiple arms and legs just like Mug with the exception that these guys could see.

That night the lads were pummelled naked with cocks in their mouths and up their bums from dawn till dusk.

They had their cocks sucked on and the juices poured here and there.

When the landlord and the others had had their fill they wrapped the naked lads up. One in a web hammock and locked the door on them.

Outside the pub was the sign “The Cobweb” 

Below it said “We Pound the Best Flesh around be it human or beast!”

Hope you had an amazing ejaculation. Happy to help. 

When I met Magnus I thought he had less charm than a speed bump. For the first month, after he was contracted on a freelance basis to take care of our computer needs, I believed he was a total prick. His only redeeming quality was that he was unbelievably good at what he did, and our computer problems were sorted out in no time. When you are good at what you do, eccentricities can always be overlooked.

Magnus was not the world’s most attractive man, but he wasn’t butt-ugly either. He was a solid six-foot-tall man and appeared super straight. His clothing appeared to belong to a bygone era and whoever was responsible for his hairstyle, should have been placed before a firing squad.

Magnus was in a partnership with his brother Arno, who also visited our company from time to time. Regrettably, Arno very seldom did so, which was a real pity because he was the best-looking brother. Predictably, he also shared his brother’s poor dress sense. The other thing they had in common was a rather strong masculine hum. Their armpits were always clammy, clearly highlighted by the garish shirts they wore. Whenever they had been in my office, their odours lingered long after they had departed. Strangely, I found the pong quite exciting.

Magnus also had one additional cross to bear, because two years before he had lost his left leg after a motor accident. The amputation took place halfway up the left femur. He made use of squeaky crutches, which always made his presence in the building very apparent. Wondering why he didn’t have a prosthetic leg, his brother explained that prosthetics always work better from the knee down and that Magnus simply couldn’t deal with all the travails it took to acclimatise to a prosthetic limb.

Magnus generally spent Monday afternoons at our offices, apart from occasionally popping in at other times, if and when an emergency arose.

Late on a Monday afternoon, the owner of the company asked me if I would stay late and lock up the business because Magnus had not yet finished his work. This was no problem for me as I only lived five minutes away from work and therefore didn’t have to endure the hectic afternoon traffic daily, which all the poor sods at our company had to.

Once everyone had left work, while I was preparing a cup of coffee for myself, Magnus passed by me on the way to the restroom, which was located next to the kitchen area. Seconds later, I heard a commotion coming from the ablution area. I ran there as quickly as possible to find Magnus lying on the ground in front of the two urinals. He seemed fairly shaken up as I helped him up. He also had a small damp patch in front of his trousers.

“I need to piss badly, buddy, can you help me out?” Magus pleaded as I propped him up against the wall next to the left urinal, before placing his right arm around my shoulder. The magnified smell of his armpit now strongly assailed my nostrils.

“Sure, no problem at all Magnus,” I replied.

“Sorry to do this to you,” he said shakily, as I undid his belt.

When his trousers flopped down after I unzipped him, I pulled the front of his scants down revealing a magnificent uncut cock. It was fat and floppy. After taking hold of it in my hand I told him to let rip.

“Jeez, thank you, buddy. What a relief. Thanks, buddy, I appreciate this, buddy,” he kept intoning.

As the tension drained from his body, I was overcome with lust. Once his steady stream began to dwindle, he repositioned his right arm and began squeezing my shoulder with his hand.

Next, after pulling his foreskin back I commenced flicking his knob to release the last few drops. I then closed his foreskin again and massaged the last moisture out of his hood between my thumb and first finger. Magnus’ cock began stiffening as I did so, before becoming fully erect. As I looked up into his eyes he had a pleading look on his face.

“I never have sex anymore, buddy. Since I lost my leg my wife finds me repulsive,” Magnus piteously uttered. “Please don’t stop what you are doing, because it’s the most exciting thing that has happened to me in years.”   

After turning his body and pushing his back up against the wall, I then bent down and retrieved his crutches. Once Magnus had stabilized himself with the crutch under each armpit, I got to my knees before him. As I began gobbling on his dick his crotch odour further aroused my horniness. The cries he began uttering as I did so were mindboggling.

“Ah, aah, aaah… Jesus, fuck… Shit, nobody has ever done this to me before… Aaaaaah,” Magnus babbled hornily.

Next, I gripped his butt cheeks in my hands and force-fed his cock down my throat as I pulled his hips into my face. He kept stammering lustful gasps as his body shuddered with pleasure. Quivering like jelly, Magnus unloaded what felt like a lifetime of frustrated spunk down my throat.

When I got up off my knees and pushed my body up against him. I was hoping that he would kiss me, but it was apparent that he had no such plan. We just stood there for a while with him whimpering, “Thank you,” over and over again.

After leaving the toilet Magnus finished up with his work before we departed for our respective homes.

Fearing that he may have ‘homosexual remorse’ and avoid me after our incident, I was surprised to find that Magnus was quite cordial towards me during his visits over the following few weeks.

Unfortunately, when he needed to work late on the following several Mondays, the owner of the business was always on hand to do the necessary locking up.

Two months later, however, I was delighted when I was asked to stay late for Magnus once again. A half an hour after everyone had left I heard his squeaky crutches approaching my office. Smiling impishly in my doorway he said that he needed to use the toilet. Naturally, I followed.

As he took up station at the same urinal we followed the same procedure as before. Rising after sucking his knob for a short while, I suggested that we move into one of the stalls and get more comfortable.

After both stripping and with our clothes hanging behind the door, Magnus sat down on the toilet seat. I again knelt before him and started sucking him off once more.

Next, looking up at him I said, “I want you to fuck me properly.”

Magnus seemed a little perplexed at first, but then after shrugging gingerly answered, “Sure buddy, why not.”

Straddling him I placed his cock at my hole before sliding down very slowly.

Magnus now became very excited and commenced a horny refrain, “Fuck buddy this feels good, swallow my knob buddy, fuck yeah, swallow my fucking dick… buddy.”

Impatiently he began pulling my body down onto him while thrusting upwards. “Ride me, buddy, ride my fucking knob, fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” he intoned.

I began mashing my hips like a Latin dance champion. Magnus was practically convulsing with pleasure with his mouth hanging open. “Yes buddy, milk my fucking knob, oh fuck yeah buddy,” he kept repeating.  

When I moved my head forward later he turned his head to the side.

Gripping his head I said, “You are fucking my arse, the least you can do is kiss me.”

Next, after locking lips with him I did not relent as my tongue prised his lips apart. Soon we were locked in a mutual oral embrace. Once his initial reluctance gave way, he wholeheartedly reciprocated and we began snogging like randy teenagers.

With our arms clamped around one another and my arse doing a salsa on his dick, we lustfully committed to our mutual pleasure. His glorious masculine odour again cocooned our blissful unity as we stampeded ever onwards, grunting and groaning.

“I am getting very close, buddy,” he said before I hopped off to receive his load orally. An abundance of protein again nourished my mouth, as he sprayed jets of cum with his hands clamped on my head. I gave him a thorough cleaning afterwards, with him mewing like a kitten.

A half an hour later when we were leaving the building, I suggested, “Follow me in your car, I want to show you something.”

He looked somewhat puzzled, before shrugging a ‘what the fuck’ gesture.

We then drove the short distance to my cottage and once there, I showed him my apartment. I next placed a small gate remote in his hand and explained; “Now you now know where I live and have access, let’s not wait so long again.”         

Looking at the remote he smiled, before saying, “It’s a good thing that I have so many clients in this area.”

With a naughty smile, I retorted, “You can bring your brother along if you like.”

“I doubt that he would join in the fun.” Then after a short reflection he resumed, “Mind you, his wife is such a stuck-up bitch that I doubt whether he ever gets a decent fuck. Maybe I should have a chat with him,” he concluded, with a giggle.

As Magnus exited the gate with his own remote, I stood watching him with a smile on my face.

The following week when Arno visited our offices, his demeanour was far more engaging. As he was leaving, he said, ‘’Thanks for what you’ve done for Magnus, he speaks highly of you.’’

‘’You’re welcome to join us for a drink at my place, anytime,’’ I casually uttered.

‘’Let me give it some thought,’’ he responded, after giving me a naughty smile.

For the next few weeks, Magnus became a regular visitor to my home. Late one afternoon as we were busy on my bed, his phone rang.

‘’Oh, Shit… It’s Arno, I’d better take the call,’’ Magnus declared before answering.

‘’He’s at your gate,’’ Magnus said with panic in his voice.

‘’Well, I had better open,’’ I replied as I pressed my remote. ‘’Did you tell him about us?’’ I inquired as I put on my shorts and t-shirt, preparing to depart to open the door.

‘’Yes, but still…’’ Magnus answered nervously.

After answering the door, when Arno and I got to my room, Magnus had modestly covered himself with a throw I always had on the bed.

‘’Looks like you guys were busy,’’ Arno stated, without any derisiveness in his tone.

Sparing Magnus, the embarrassment, I instantly replied, ‘’Yes, we were.’’

‘’Do you mind if I just sit and watch?’’ Arno asked, pointing to a comfy chair I had in my room.

‘’Be my guest,’’ I answered, before getting back on the bed. After removing the throw, I resumed sucking Magnus’ cock.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Arno growing more and more excited, and soon he slipped his trousers down and commenced tugging on his dick. This was a clear green light, and my mouth went ballistic on Magnus’ cock. Slurping like never before, my head bobbed voraciously as Magnus hummed with contentment. I hoped with all my might that Arno might rise to the task. Magically, he soon arose and moved toward the bed.

‘Fuck, am I about to have a dream come true,’ I thought to myself.

‘’Lick my brother’s stump like you mean it as I fuck you. Get busy… You fuckin’ whore,’’ Arno barked menacingly.

‘’Mmmm,’’ I cried as I licked lick a bitch in heat as I salivated on Magnus’ stump. Shortly, my arse got mercilessly ravaged by Arno’s dick.

As I whined, the thumping intensified astronomically as Arno’s icky hands clawed onto my thighs. Painful as it was, I was in heaven.

‘’Yeah, slut, this is what you wanted,’’ he barked as his fist hammered down between my shoulder blades. ‘’Slap his head, bro,’’ Arno growled as Magnus got into character. As Magus redirected my mouth to his cock his eager hips rammed manically upward. With both my holes filled to the limit, I gasped like a whore at a rodeo after-party. I felt like the designated fuck-slut on one of those videos that agree to be gangbanged. It was fan-fuckin’-tastic.

To my ultimate joy, Arno extracted his cock before guiding me upward. As my backside now got lodged on Magnus’ cock, a second dick from Arno presently slammed into my arse. How my eyes remained in their eye sockets, I will never know. With both men being well-above-average, my arse expanded to an unimaginable level. Screaming in ecstasy, my throat became horse as I yelped like an opera singer. Flailing hands now came at my body from every direction as I manically thrashed about from the onslaught. It was magnificent!

When they both came, I was shuddering uncontrollably. My arse lips were so puffy and distended when they finally departed, that I sat on the toilet gently massaging the bloated spoils of their voracious attack.

Fortunately, I got regularly got ‘abused’ by the skanky brothers, after that. Laying naked on my bed once they had departed, their lingering pong hung over me like a musky haze of sensuality as I fed on the cum from my bloated backside.

He was slamming into my ass hard and with each thrust, he would almost knock me over. I had my leg up on the toilet and was holding onto the sink with my pants and undies around my other ankle. I had to admit the guy was good. He would pull out of my ass and then plow back into me making me grunt when his balls slapped mine. He was great at the rough fuck as I liked to call it. His dick was a little bigger than mine maybe about 7 inches with a nice mushroom head that bent to the side, but man, his balls were really something. They were kind of obscenely big. It was like when you saw a woman with big tits and you almost said out loud, “Damn, that girl’s got big tits”.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to look at them very closely due to how we ended up in our current state, but they just looked out of proportion to everything else. Either way, it had taken some work for him to get his cock into me. But in the end, with some great rimming from him and a lot of soap for lube he was able to stuff his hard man-meat up into my tight little ass here in a public toilet.

There wasn’t much talk between us. What started out as a couple of strangers who kept bumping into each other on every other grocery store aisle turned into an obvious come-on from both parties. He was Hispanic and slightly older than me and very good-looking, what one of my flaming friends would call,” a hot tamale”. I didn’t know if he was gay or even what his name was, but on the last row by the frozen food section instead of a head nod and smile or the pleasant “Oh, hi again”, he asked if he could show me something. He didn’t really even wait for a response but headed for the men’s restroom. As I walked in behind him he locked the door and pushed me back onto it and then kissed me full on the lips while his hands squeezed my hips sort of holding me and subconsciously telling me he was the alpha dog in this situation. He pulled back to see if there was any objection, and when he heard me say, “Wow”, he went in for some more kissing.

He then moved his hands up my body and lifted up my arms until his hands were gripping mine with our arms over our heads. In a Mexican accent, he said “I’d like to bury my cock into your tight little white ass if you don’t mind”. I sort of laughed because this seemed almost so surreal, and said, “Well, what’s stopping you”?

He turned me around by my hips and pulled my sweats and thong down in one fell swoop. I turned my head around to look at him and he had his pants already undone with his thick chorizo in his hand and it was already getting hard. “Do you want me to suck on that a bit”?

“Sorry no time Senior, my wife will be wondering what is taking me so long”.

“Oh, married, Huh? Figures, a hot-looking guy like you, I should have known,” I said as he guided me to the sink. He just looked at me and pushed my shoulders over the sink. Bent down onto his knees and pulled my ass cheeks apart. He stuck his tongue into my hole and I gasped aloud because it felt so good. He continued pushing his tongue up into my hole and then pulled back and pushed forward a couple of times, then pushed a finger into me. Out came the finger and he went back to swirling and prodding his tongue up into me. It was as if he were fucking me with his tongue. I’ve had many a guy rim me before but this guy knew what he was doing. It felt so wild and foreign and nasty. At one point he actually grabbed my hips and forced them back into his face so his tongue could go into me deeper. God! This felt so fucking good I couldn’t help myself from moaning out loud.

“Fuck, I love the taste of ass, especially man ass.” He said almost to himself as he pulled back from my ass.

Coming out of my pleasure fog, I shook my head a bit and said, “Yeah, don’t stop now honey. You’re doing it up right”.

The guy went back to eating me out and I went back to moaning like a whore in heat.

Just then he stops and explains that he’s sorry but he has to get his rocks off. He stands up and tries to guide his tool up into me. Even after the great ass munching, he gave me his cock would only go into me about a half an inch.

“Hold on muchacho”, He leaned over and pushed the soap dispenser a number of times then swirled it on his dick and wiped the rest on my hole. Slowly he began to push more of his rigid cock up into me. The first half went in pretty easy since he had loosened me up a bit with his tongue. But my man was in a hurry so he just kept pulling out and pushing back in. Eventually, he was balls deep into me and I could feel those big low hanging huevos slapping my ass and the back side of my balls.

I pulled one of my legs out of my sweatpants and stepped up onto the toilet so that my Hispanic friend could get better access to my boy hole. That was all it took. He started going to town on my rear, rough-riding me and slapping my ass when he pulled enough of his cock out of my ass. He grabbed my shoulders and rammed his cock into me so hard I thought I was going to fall down. Unfortunately, it was over too quick and he stated that he was cumming. But this wasn’t a normal climax. This bee had some honey in him, and I mean enough honey to feed the whole hive!

I’ve had guys cum in me before and I will tell you it is a great feeling. After being hammered into for a bit of time, cum feels like a just reward! It’s kind of the same when getting it down your throat but when it’s in your ass you don’t have to worry if it’s going to taste terrible.

 On a side note, when I fuck a top that I don’t know, I do usually play safe, but sometimes, well, shit just happens. And I am on Prep so…. Anyhow, this guy just kept cumming, and cumming and cumming. He was getting really loud too and I thought we were making too much noise for a public restroom and we would be found out.

At one point, I thought he couldn’t have cum that much so I reached up under my balls and felt his cum just pouring out of the sides of my ass which still had his cock in it. It was at that time that he moved his hands down to my waist and pushed into me one more time and I swear I felt even more of his cum push up into my ass.

My man stepped back and pulled his cock out and it was like someone had pulled a cork out of a bottle and a massive amount of cum poured out of me, soaking the sides of my legs, my sweats, and my thong which were still on the floor around my ankle.

“Well, that was fun senior. Sorry to leave you in a hurry my friend. But I got to go”.

With that, he pulled up his pants turned around, and walked out of the rest room leaving me with a quart of cum all over my clothes, legs, and ass.

As I pulled a shit ton of toilet paper out to try to make myself presentable, I said to the mirror, “Well, that was a wet one. A fun one! But definitely a wet one”!

There was a strange feeling in my stomach as the landing gear on the plane connected with the pavement. The lurch forward was nothing compared to the pit in my stomach. I looked at my watch and noted the late night time after the long flight from Heathrow Airport. I looked out the window as my head leaned on the cold side of the hard plastic wall of the plane, the large lady beside me craning her neck to look also.

It was the beginning of June at Pearson International, and my 25th birthday was not too far away. Two months had flown by as I made my way around Europe. Alone.

I decided to go after all, even though it was supposed to be a very different trip. Just the two of us. Me and Joe.

I closed my eyes and pushed back the emotions. It had been six months since the accident. Six months since I held his hand. Six months since I heard his laugh. I escaped for two months, but now, coming back, I felt like I was already returning to a different world. No home to go to, as Joe’s sister Julia had sold it. She passed along some money my way out of sympathy. But no partner to welcome me back with his big open arms, and that smile that would make me melt, and thicken my dick immediately. Nothing.

Europe had been my escape, after falling back into the arms of my professor for that “one more time” just before Europe. He got me back in the saddle, I guess, and encouraged me to move on. Just like he did. So I went to Europe, and 17 countries. Where I saw a lot. And did a lot. And fucked a lot. And learned to shut my emotions down. I learned to jump into the arms of anyone who looked at me. I learned to be free, explore, and forget what happened.

I took a deep breath, making the large woman beside me give me a warm smile. “You happy to be home?” She asked innocently enough.

I gave her a winning smile as best I could, and reached down to grab my backpack under the seat in front of me, her eye noting the size of my bicep quickly. “Of course! It’s always good to be home.” I lied.

Yet I knew no one was waiting for me at the Arrival area. I was reluctantly going back to stay with my mother for a bit, and her newest boyfriend who had moved in while I was away. I thought the trip would be good. That having sex with different men would help the pain. But as I exited the plane and followed the large plump bodies of my fellow travelers, I knew deep down it only numbed it. So that was how I felt: numb.

In a fog I followed the herd to the baggage area, flexing to pick up the overstuffed bag with two months of travelling items barely contained in the suitcase I brought. I avoided eye contact, and moved sullenly towards Customs, barely looking at the beefy agent with the hairy arms, or the last security check point and the two imposing males that looked up and down me as they checked my passport one last time.

And as I walked into the arrival area and the smell of Toronto, I finally took a breath. And noticed the round ass of the man in front of me.

I was back. In Canada. And the sights were still impressive. I grinned wickedly at the sight of the way those two perfectly formed round cheeks moved in the black dress pants. Hunger took over and my cock twitched. My eyes trailed up an impressive stature: wide back; narrow waist; big forearms displayed from a white short sleeve dress shirt; large gym sized biceps; trimmed dark hair cut so close it was almost shaved. The back of his head was a nice shape. I moved slightly to the side to get a better look, my eyes drifting back to those impressive arms, big and solid looking, with nice dark hair over the forearms. My eyes gazed at the thickness of the man, holding onto the handle of his luggage as he moved with ease forward. He looked like he worked here, or could be a flight crew, or a pilot I wondered as my eyes lowered to his meaty looking ass once again, even more mouth watering from the side.

I tugged at my growing bulge and realized I needed to find a washroom after the long lines, but couldn’t stop following this hunk of a man. I wanted him to turn around, to see if the face matched the body, to see if he was the type of man I lusted after. To see if he could continue to numb the pain as I welcomed myself back home. I was back in Canada for just over an hour and already I wanted a taste of home. If only, I snorted to myself.

The sound made him turn slightly and look behind him, giving me a side profile of a clean-shaven tanned face, perfectly straight nose and luscious lips, and big brown eyes that looked quickly back at me. He looked twice, the second time a little longer, holding the gaze a bit and gave me the pursed lip head nod that guys do, as if to silently say “hey” without using words.

I returned the favour and moved a bit more to the side of him to see if I could see more. He had a flat stomach from what I could tell, and a sizeable chest and shoulders. Perfect, I heard the voice in my head say.

He was heading for the far end of the terminal, where it was less crowded, almost deserted at this time of the night. I saw the bathroom sign up ahead in the distance and decided to make a move at least as I needed to pee so bad. I picked up the pace and moved beside him, matching his speed and glancing at him to make sure he was hot. And fuck, he was. Like the poster boy for hot pilots. If he was one.

I gave him a little smile, walking faster and purposefully sticking my chest and ass out, switching hands on my own pulled luggage to give him a show of my own impressive muscular arm, and drifted slightly to the washroom up ahead. I sensed that he slowed down, perhaps to look at my own ass. At least I hoped. And as I turned obviously to the washroom, I gave one direct look back towards him as I went into the open doorway.

He was watching me.

I moved to the middle urinal of the empty washroom and pulled my meat out to relieve the pressure somewhat as I listened to the sound of a rolling suitcase grow louder. I let my stream go, feeling the heat from my thickening cock as the anticipation got to me.

And sure enough, like a spider weaving a web, I heard the sounds of someone entering the washroom behind me and I smiled to myself. I squared myself off and continued to piss, lifting my head straight up and turning ever so slightly to my right to see if it was my hunky airport worker. I heard the rolling stop and the sound of a belt buckle being opened. Steps forward and the glimmer of a white shirt moved directly beside me.

I turned to see the hunk step up to the urinal directly to my right despite the long flow of white empty bowls at his mercy. It made me grin wider, knowing that he was after me, and I looked at his midsection to see him untucking his shirt, and pulling out a thick cut cock, dark hair surrounding the base with a treasure line leading upwards as he held his shirt open a bit. He was still a few steps back from the urinal, and obviously giving me a show as he moved closer.

“Evening.” His deep voice said as I looked up at his face. Those big dark eyes staring at me as he gripped his dick and started to release his own stream. I smiled and found myself pulling backwards, giving him a show of my own thick piece streaming out the last of my bladder.

“Hey.” I said, holding his gaze.

Fuck he was hot I thought as I tried not to look at him, standing there with his pants open, proudly holding his fat dick as he pissed, staring at me. I finished my stream, and just stood there for a moment, before I shook it a few times, and then just held it.

He did the same, the two of us now standing in front of our urinals holding our cocks, side by side.

His hand moved first, reaching over to take my balls, cupping them in his large manly hand. “Nice.” He whispered quietly before his hand moved up and grabbed hold of my dick. It grew harder in his grip, and I let out a slow breath, almost shaking as I reached under his arm to grab hold of his.

It was heavy, thick, and growing. I could feel the veins in his meaty cock, the tickling of hairs around the base that was kept neat and trimmed, and the size of his nuts was like something from a drawing. I looked down at his left hand on mine, noting the smoothness of his hands, the rippling thick veins on top, and the fact that there was no wedding ring.

Just as quickly as he grabbed my cock, he pulled away and moved backwards, keeping his eyes on me. Holy FUCK he was a hot guy I thought in my head again as he walked away. I could see the definition of his stomach, the line of hair going upwards towards his belly button, the softball sized guns in his arms under the short sleeve dress shirt, and the way his mouth gaped open as he grabbed his own dick and stroked it. With a tilt of his head, he suggested the end stall.

I moved faster than he did, catching up to him pretty much as he backed into the handicap stall. He pointed to our bags and I grabbed them both, wheeling them in to the large stall and hating the noise that it made.

He stood at the far end in the stall, still slowly stroking his cock and stared at me. He gestured downwards with his eyes and I knew I had a top man in my sights. Without a word, I moved directly in front of him and knelt down to get a closer look at that big rod.

I took hold of it, feeling his fingers still clasped around it for a moment before he slid them away, almost as if he didn’t want to. And then I moved in, opening my mouth and taking it all the way down to the base in the first motion.

He groaned slightly and gripped the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair that had grown a bit in the past two months. He held me on him, my nose pressed into that dark bush, breathing in the scent of him, and filling my mouth with salty tastes. He smelled like a man, that musky aroma after a long flight that exuded sex. I breathed in deep, taking it all in, including his cock. He tasted perfect.

I pulled back and started to give him my expert blow job, which must have impressed him as sounds started to emit from him that took both of us by surprise. He grabbed a hold of the side of the stall, tall enough to hold onto the top of it as he let me do the work, watching me work my tongue up and down his shaft before engulfing it all the way down. He had a delicious cock, just shy of my own 8 inches that I was now stroking.

When he got close, he pulled me up and held me by the hair. “Stop.” He panted in a whisper, looking at me. I licked my lips, and looked back down at his cock. “I’m close.”

I grinned and bent over, taking it back in my mouth and bobbing up and down like a hungry whore. He took a deep breath in and tried to pull out but I wasn’t stopping, until a hand came under my chin and he pulled me up.

I was pushed backwards to the door, his hands holding my head between them, and he pinned me to the door and crushed my mouth with his lips in a desperate kiss. Groans came out of both of us as he kissed me, searching my mouth with his long tongue, connecting with mine in a deep, breathless kiss.

He pulled back, holding my head against the door in his big hands. “Holy fuck, you are one hot little cocksucker.” He whispered, smacking my lips with his repeatedly as he stared into my eyes.

“You’re pretty fuckin’ hot too.” I said as I pulled on his dick between us.

He sort of growled and let his hands slide down over my shoulders, then down the front of me, feeling my hard pecs and washboard abs before gripping my cock. “Jesus, you are rock solid.” He kissed me again and then bit my lip, pulling it out as his head backed off me. “I could have a lot of fun with you tonight.”

I raised an eyebrow and grabbed that meaty ass I had been drooling over and pulled his body into mine, banging the stall door. I hoped no one would hear. “Oh yeah? What’d ya have in mind?”

He grinned, sliding his hands around my waist to my ass, pushing his cock up against my stomach as mine went between his legs. He was strong, groping me hard, our bodies pressed together as his hands circled my butt. “I’d fuck the hell out of you for starters. After you suck my dick some more.” He didn’t wait for me to answer, just pressed his mouth onto mine and kissed me again, breathing through our noses. My cock throbbed against his leg and I could feel wetness on me. I was already leaking.

He kissed me so hard my body wrapped into his, and I felt him lifting me upwards, my back sliding up against the door as his hand moved under me. When I felt his cock prodding around me, I gasped slightly, almost wishing him to find that spot and punch it into me.

“You wanna fuck me?” I breathed out onto his cheek as our faces clung together.

“Yeah. I do.” He moaned, shoving his cock up under me to find my entrance.

“Do you have a place? Or do you want me here?” I moaned as I felt that torpedo shape digging into me.

“I have a hotel tonight.” He leaned back to look at me. “Wanna come over, or do you want it now?” he grinned foolishly as he held his dick near my hole. “Or…” He spun me around and kicked my legs apart and yanked my pants over my ass. A wet finger dug into my crack and he pressed himself into me. “I fuck you now and THEN again back at my hotel.” His cock was now grinding in between me, and I felt his hand fumbling with it, leading that torpedo head into my hole. “I don’t think we can wait.”

I nodded, looking back at him, his face now inches from me. “Fuck yeah buddy. Put it in.” I groaned and felt his hips moving. With his free hand, he grabbed my neck and pulled me into his mouth again and shoved his tongue into me as his cock breached my entrance.

I hissed loudly, my mouth falling open and moaned into his lips. “Fuck!” I splayed my hand against the door, and he grabbed it to hold on as he let go of his cock and pushed into me in one motion. I saw stars, and took in a deep breath as I bottomed out for him. I could feel his waist against me, the tickling of his hairs around my ass, and his big hand still holding my neck.

“Oh fuckin’ hell…” he moaned into my neck. “You okay?”

I nodded and he immediately started to pump his hips. “Fuck you feel so good. I won’t last long.”

I adjusted my feet and pushed my face into he door. It wasn’t the first time I was getting pounded in a bathroom stall, but I was going to enjoy this first entry in hopes the second would be more comfortable. He let go of my head and wrapped that strong arm around me to fuck me harder and moaned louder, almost growling in my ear. “I haven’t shot in four days.” That deep voice whispered in my ear. His breathing quickened, and he squeezed his fingers into mine against the door. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” He started to stay, his hot breath in my ear and down my neck making me groan at the sensation.

He sped up, really slamming me against the door and I hoped no one would enter as he grunted out. He buckled at the surprise of how fast he was cumming and let out a loud moan. He lurched forward, pressing me against the door even harder and rammed his cock into me deeper, grabbing my neck again and pulling me sideways to a kiss. He kissed me hard, practically sucking the air out of me until I felt that big throbbing cock subside. He lowered his head onto my shoulder, and caught his breath, keeping that dick still inside me. We both seemed to quiet down, and listen for sounds before he moved again and backed up, taking his dick with him.

“Fuck what a sweet ass.” He said softly, before giving it a playful smack. I heard his pants and buckle, and turned around to see him pulling them up, covering that slick looking piece of meat with his underwear as he stared at me. “Come back to my hotel and I’ll fuck that ass all night long.”

I grinned, bending over to pull up my own articles of clothing as he straightened himself out. I opened the stall door first and went to the sink to wash my hands as he came out and stood behind me, grinding his crotch into my backside again. 

And then he turned me around, and pulled me gently into him with a smile. His face moved to mine slowly, ignoring the fact that we were both standing at the sink in a public washroom. Opening his mouth wide, he kissed me again, sliding that long tongue back into my mouth. We both groaned, chest to chest, hands on each other’s asses as we made out.

He moved back a bit and started to put away his tool, adjusting his shirt in as I did the same, those big brown eyes still staring at me. “Seriously though, wanna come over? I’m at the Sheraton.” His big hand snaked down my arm to take my hand. “I need to check in to get my room. But come with me.” He kissed me again. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

I licked my lips as he stood in front of me, towering over me, heat emanating from him, the smell of him now mixed into me. My dick was still hard and untouched and ached to be released. My balls felt sore as if robbed of an explosion, but the cum in my ass was keeping me locked on him for the time being. “I’m not done with you yet either.” I said quietly back as I went back to the stall to get my luggage.

He waited for me to move first, as if he was afraid that I wasn’t going to follow him.

But I had no where else to go. And this was just the welcome I needed for my return home.

So, my first time was through this ‘dating’ site that seems pretty ancient? (its called ‘cottaging’). I’d been going onto it and browsing through men’s profiles on it for quite a while before this because…

Yes, there is porn which should be objectively better than a badly-taken pic of a mans dick but…. something about the fact this was real made it hotter. Same reason I’d sometimes browse craigslist ads

I was 18, I’d been at university a couple of months and I was browsing it again and I couldn’t say why? But I made a profile. It was only about 10 minutes later I was swapping messages with some men. I wasn’t the only younger guy on it, but I was a short, skinny feminine twink with shoulder-length red hair so I think I stood out.

This one guy had a profile saying he was 47. He messaged me to say he lived nearby and that he was free that day if I wanted to play around a little. Like I say, things moved very quickly – this man is gonna get me into his house and stripped off and I won’t even know his name. I didn’t even see a pic of him before meeting. (he had one of me that i sent him but i never asked for one back.)

So yeah, when I met him he knew my name, what I looked like and what I’d be wearing. All I knew was his username and that he’d approach me.

The place he’d said to meet turned out to be the next street over from where he lived? I just remember this older-looking man walking down the street and then nodding to me. He said it was him (using his username) and told me he lives close by, so it really wasn’t long before we were back at his house and I was stood in his living room getting undressed while he watched me.

When I was naked he walked up next to me and almost sorta gently stroked petted my hair? When I sent him a pic of me showing it he’d messaged to tell me it looked so perfect for pulling so I expected him to like it.

After a moment of petting me and walking around me, almost like he was judging me? He turned me to face him and just sorta ran his hands down over my shoulders and down my arms… before moving under and running his hands up my waist and sides and lifting my arms above my head? He spent a little while just touching me and….. yeah, I was gasping at every touch. It’s hard to describe….

Im pretty sensitive to any sort of touch like that as it is, and the way he was really tenderly running his fingers over me, and the…. almost predatory, almost possessive way he looked at me and the… speed and new-ness of it?

I just felt utterly overwhelmed, naked and vulnerable and melting into his touch while he stood there, still in his boots, jeans and tshirt, touching every part of me.

(Also, i dunno how much i realised it at the time? …But thinking back it must have been sooo obvious just how submissive i am. Cos he knew that i felt submissive and wanted to try submitting, but i must have looked so young and small in front of him, totally naked and just letting him do whatever he wanted, a total stranger.)

Soon he was moving closer and closer and then he leaned down to kiss me. I think I practically mewled into his mouth. I…..honestly? I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I could just feel his lips on me and they were pressing and I tried to press back a little but… I’d never actually made out with anyone before now. (It was a lot of First Times for me) I sorta pressed my lips back to match him and tried to kiss back and he moaned – I think I was doing quite well?

Myself I was….just….melting. Like, my mind was just fuzzing over entirely. When his tongue tried to press into my mouth I reached a hand up to press at him gently – not trying to stop but just trying to almost pull away for half a second, re-gather my senses. He reached for my wrist and pulled it behind my back, pushing my other hand behind me the same way, crossing my wrists, holding them together with one hand….

Not hard enough that i couldn’t struggle away but almost….just to show his intent? And holding my wrists like that with one hand, his other arm around my shoulders and across my back, holding me close while his tongue pressed into my mouth again… and I think i sorta tried to pull away a little but he was holding me and I wasn’t putting any effort or energy or even thought into it…. and he held me so easily in place while he kissed me.

I remember being…. hyper-aware of how his clothing felt. His jeans felt rough, especially at the flies where all the heavy seams are… and pressed against my cock and stomach it was just…. yeah, rough. And his arms felt so easily stronger than me. Even though he wasn’t doing anything to overpower me physically, i could still feel how much stronger he was…. and just feeling his t-shirt and his jeans and one of my feet touching his cold, wet boot and…..

He was dressed. I was naked. I think I knew that this meant something.

I remember the deeper he kissed, the more he pulled me into him, so I was pressed closer and closer and…. I could taste his tongue touching mine. I still don’t know at all how to describe it and at the time it was soooo fucking new and he was holding me soooo fucking tight, leaning down over me a tiny bit, gripping my wrists harder and kissing deeper…

I honestly couldn’t tell you how long it had been at all when he stood back and let go and grinned. I felt so shaken, almost trembling.

Thats when he started unzipping his jeans and sliding them open and down a little. He still hadn’t taken his cock out yet but I was shaking a little from how over-whelmed I felt and… then he did.

Would you know what I meant if I said it was almost….classic Older Man cock? Like, he was clearly pretty hard, but not fully and so it was a little soft, and incredibly fat and just so…..heavy looking. The foreskin still gathered at the tip and just looking…. thick and heavy and veiny and…. not at all smooth, but sorta soft?

And I remember seeing it and….. that’s when it turned real. Up until that point it had been fun and I knew exactly what I was there for and the guy had been fun and making out had been hot and then there I was, seeing his cock. Knowing I’d be sucking it soon.

I almost immediately felt… trapped into this, like I didn’t have any choice at all? But not in a bad way – like I wanted to be trapped, like I didn’t want any sort of choice. Like I wanted this to be unavoidable and inescapable.

One of his hands moved to touch me again, almost gently petting my cheek and sliding his hand behind my head, taking a handful of my hair – tight enough to hurt but not too much – and he didn’t even have to pull or move or anything. I just felt his hand and began dropping down to me knees, kneeling in front of him, looking up at him, his cock in front of me.

And the inescapable feeling wrapped up with knowing that he wanted to dominate me, and knowing how he’d been so far, and knowing I was still totally naked and he was basically dressed and he was more than twice my age, I was in his house, on my own, and I didn’t even know his name…

And his cock felt so warm in my hand, and so thick in my fingers and just so much wider than mine and just somehow…. more adult? Can a cock feel more experienced?

It tasted a little bit salty to lick, but not really salty at all either. I didn’t know how to describe it – it tasted like it smelled. It tasted…. like cock. I was looking up at him endlessly the entire time, like, checking he approved? Checking I was doing it right. Checking I was being good?

One hand on his thigh, feeling the denim, one hand holding his cock , using my wrist to keep his jeans and underwear held back a little further, licking a couple of times at the head of his cock and then opening my mouth to take it inside… Feeling it dry on my lips and tongue, almost sticking a little when I pulled back to lick my lips more and go again…. wetter this time, easier, filling my mouth up so much…

One of his hands was on the back of my head after that and he was pushing me down a little on it. I tried to stop when it felt like it was deep, like it was as far as I could take it….

Now I know he was barely filling my mouth but at the time it felt like sooo much… and when I tried to stop, he just pressed on my head, pushing further, until the back of my mouth seemed to be filled and I couldn’t breathe easily…. and it wasn’t in my throat at all, but it felt so thick and so much and his hand was still on the back of my head, and i’d be doing anything he wanted me to and taking it any way he wanted me to…

When he eventually pulled back and moved to sit on the sofa, he slide his jeans down to his ankles so that he could properly spread his legs and thats when I saw his balls. Again, they just seemed so fat and full and heavy..

He motioned for me to kneel on the floor in front of him and used his hand to gather all of my hair into a single bunch, holding it back from my face while I went back to licking his cock and sucking on the head of it…

I still remember some of the things he was saying. He talked quite a bit but I can’t remember it all. I remember “damn, boy… I wish all boys were as slutty as you for their first time”, I remember he kept calling me his ‘little boy’ or sometimes ‘baby boy’ and I remember him telling me to go just a little deeper, especially if I seemed to be struggling or hesitating.

Holding me down a little, muttering “come on, just a little deeper, for me…” and pressing just to get even an extra half centimeter down before letting me up to breathe again

And I remember he kept pushing my hands away if I tried to use them. He didn’t say anything, just nudged them away and half pulled, half motioned for me to start sucking his cock again…

He was incredibly hard by this point. I think I was hard as well….. honestly, I can’t really remember. Like, I’d so totally forgotten about myself? It was just him – all about him.

Something about the way he was talking to me, calling me his slutty little boy and stuff…. It didn’t just make me want to please him. It made me want to be used by him. Like, I would have let him do anything at all he wanted, even if I really didn’t want to do it. (And even if I couldn’t stop myself struggling, I’d have let him pin me down if he needed to. I just wanted to…. be utterly out of my own power?)

I remember his pulling me onto his cock and getting rougher? Like, he was starting to properly fuck up into my mouth by this point. Sometimes I was trying to pull back to breathe but….that happened when he wanted. He stopped talking as much…. almost just sort of muttering that im such a good fucking slut while he held me down. It was…. a little scary? but not bad.

I remember being a bit ashamed of my spit running down his cock and embarrassed that I was getting messy or getting him messy and….he just kept going. Pressing harder, getting me messy and calling me his young little slut, or his pretty little teenage bitch or just his baby boy

When he started holding me on it a little more my throat and mouth were aching from being used. I’d completely lost track of time or what was happening or even how I felt. I was just kneeling there, feeling used, hearing him tell me what a slut I am….

And then he pressed me down. Hard. And held me there. I was really gagging on him when he did that and it hurt, feeling my neck seemed to almost cramp up and my entirely body almost trying to lurch back from him and he held me…

And when he let go and pulled back, I could feel it over my tongue and start to taste it a little, almost flowing up from my throat. He’d cum.

It was like I couldn’t even process it properly. He’d cum in my throat and I’d been his slut and…. honestly, it felt like I’d cum myself. That rush of easing tension and peace you get after coming? I felt that.

He told me I’d been good, passed me a towel to wipe my face on, said that he’d help me get dressed, walk me to the door….

And seriously, I think within 5 minutes I was heading down the street back home, still tasting his cum in my mouth.

When I chose to go on a solo bike journey, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. What could possibly go wrong? I thought, and here I was in the middle of nowhere. I was on my way home, when my bike broke down on a deserted highway as my trip was nearing its end.

If I could, I would have walked down with my bike all the way to the next city, but the closest town was likewise 2 hours away. Plus, There were also no motels or gas stations in the region.

To my front and rear, there was a massive highway, and to my left and right, vast plains.

I walked as far as I could, but the weight of my backpack, my bike, and the sun’s heat were quickly wearing me down.

I tried to stop others in the hopes of getting a ride, but there weren’t many people on this highway, and most of them were enormous truckers going too fast to even stop for me. So I had no choice but to walk the rest of the way to the next town. Despite numerous futile attempts, I continued waving my hands at passing trucks, and thankfully, one kind soul saw my distress.

“Hi, can I get a lift? My bike isn’t working.” I said, as the trailer truck came to a halt.

The trucker jumped out after opening the door. I realized he was taller and more muscular than I was. His black hair gave him a wild yet sultry appearance, while the hairs on his chest and arms added the finishing touch.

He was just dressed in a tight shirt, with his upper buttons unbuttoned and tight shorts that barely covered his huge muscular legs. “Where are you heading?” He asked.

“I’m just returning home, but my bike is broken.” I replied, feeling a little weak in his presence.

“All right, let’s get your bike loaded onto the trailer.” He then proceeded to lift it into the back of the truck, all by himself.

I followed him back to the front after he locked the trailer doors. My gaze was drawn to his tight pants, which were thicker in the crotch area; ‘he must be concealing quite a package,’ I thought.

He introduced himself as Matt as we settled into our seats and returned to our journey. When he saw me waving my hand in the middle of the road, he was returning from completing a major goods delivery.

He fetched me a bottle of cold water before I could ask. I took it willingly because my own water had become warm from walking on a hot day. He noticed the pride flag tattoo on my wrist as I was taking the bottle from his hand.

“Hey, cool tattoo. So you’re queer?” He asked, with genuine curiosity in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m gay.”

“That’s cool.” His tone was calming. Many people flinched out when I told them about my sexuality, but I was glad that Matt didn’t react harshly.

Matt tried to keep the conversation going, but my uncomfortable ass couldn’t keep up.

We had a long journey ahead of us,. I became quite hungry around halfway through our journey. I tried my hardest not to appear famished, but the sound of my stomach growling ultimately reached Matt’s ears.

He didn’t ask me anything this time and simply pulled over to one of the highway truck stops, and we were back on the road after eating lunch. I wanted to repay him by paying for gas or even meals, but I didn’t have much money

I felt bad for taking so much from him, and I wished I could somehow repay him. “Hey! Matt, I’m not sure how, but I want to repay you for your generosity; I really owe you something.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He simply shrugged. “After all, I suppose I’ve found some pretty great company in having you here with me.” His words were starting to make me flush.

“No, really. I want to pay you back. What about I treat you to a nice dinner once we’re back in my city, or is there anything else that you love? Tell me?”

Matt turned his head toward me for a second and grinned, “Well there are only two things I like. You’ve already named food, so I’ll tell you I love sex as well.” His response took me by shock, and my gaze instantly drifted to his crotch.

I became totally silent after that, I knew what I wanted to say, but the words were not coming out of my mouth.

“If you really want to pay me back, you can suck my cock!” He blurted out, a smile visible on his lips.

The opportunity was right there in front of me. How could I not grab it? Reaching over, I placed my hand on his thigh, just dangerously close to his bulge.

I gently caressed his thighs for a while and let my fingers wander near his bulge. Although he was completely focused on driving, I could see and feel his cock beginning to rise. I could feel the pressure of his magnificent cock straining in those shorts, aching to be free.

Because the position was uncomfortable and space was limited, I couldn’t do much. Matt tried to lean back in his seat to give me open space, but it hardly helped.

I reached up and undid the button of his shorts. With my heart racing, I also dragged down the zipper and reached for the waistband. I pulled it downwards, and noticed that the tantalizing trail of his chest hair ended up in his pubic hairs.

When his cock sprung up into view, I could see that it wasn’t as hairy as the rest of his body.

“Oh my goodness!” I gasped loudly and wrapped my fingers around his thick, veiny shaft. His foreskin was very soft to touch, but what excited me was watching it throb in my hand. My own cock began throbbing in my pants.

It pointed straight up and glistened with need, the engorged tip bobbing rhythmically with each beat of his heart. I could see the desire in his eyes as I looked at him, wanting to continue what he’d asked me to do.

Even though it was a difficult position, I still kneeled on my seat and inched my face into his lap. Not wanting to disappoint him, I opened my mouth and snaked my tongue out. With the tip of my tongue, I gently caressed the swollen red tip, which was continuously pulsating.

“That’s it.” He hissed, as I pressed the tip of his cock against my wet tongue. Matt thrust his hand in my mouth out of instinct. I gagged and squirmed as the tears rolled down my eyes. Unfortunately, I had to slip his cock out of my mouth.

We both agreed that it wasn’t the right place to get a blowjob, so Matt stopped the truck and we both jumped out. He didn’t zip his shorts up, so his cock was practically dangling.

It was 4 PM but the highway was clear and empty. The sun was still strong. We found some shade in a large tree nearly where Matt leaned his back on the trunk.

Kneeling in front of him once more, I pushed his shorts down until they were pooling at his feet.

Matt smiled proudly and cupped his balls while he used his other hand to push my head onto his cock. I dragged my tongue over the tip of his cock again. He ran his hand through my head and pressed my head lower. Opening my mouth wide, I accepted his big head.

I flicked my tongue across the tip and made a slurp sound. I took another lick, this time holding the tip tighter between my lips.

Matt closed his eyes, and leaned the back of his head on the tree trunk. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his balls, which were now released from his grip. My hand crept up between his legs and I gently squeezed them in between my fingers.

Meanwhile, my head started bobbing up and down on his shaft. I managed to fit another couple of inches of his cock into my mouth. I worked my tongue the way I thought would feel good on myself, running it over the underside of her cock head and teasing the shaft with it.

The texture and warmth of Matt’s cock felt excellent in my mouth. I kept teasing his falls with my fingers. Just as the rest of his cock slipped into my mouth, I closed my lips hard around him, to bring him more pleasure.

A few seconds later, some salty pre-cum began oozing out of his slit. When I removed him from my mouth to take a breath, all of his shaft was covered in the mix of my saliva & his pre-cum.

When I returned to my position, Matt held my head in place and thrust in slowly until he was practically fucking my mouth with his dick. When he was doing this, I heard the sound of a truck passing on the highway besides us. This turned me on even more as I realized that I was acting like a slut.

So here I was sucking a manly trucker’s cock on a highway, where passing by travelers could see us.

He kept pushing his hips back and forth, but suddenly his harsh growl startled me out of my reverie. His cock seemed to swell even larger in my mouth, and in a span of seconds, his cock jerked, and then there was an explosion of hot cum in my mouth. I swallowed hard on it, but he didn’t stop ejaculating. Spurt after spurt of warm creamy man-juice shot in my mouth.

I swallowed whatever I could, the rest spilling from my lips and dripping down my chin. Just when I thought he was finished, he lurched forward and another massive gush of cum splashed down my throat.

Matt finally let his grip on my head go and I pulled my lips off his cock. He was sweaty and breathing heavily. Hell, so was I. I fell down on my knees and looked up at him, “That was a great way to return the favor.”

When we were back on track, I understood that I owed him something more than just a blowjob.