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  • Denim Wear Triggers Hard-On

    Barry lives in a rural village near Windsor, the most southern Canadian city, not too far from Detroit, USA, in the heart of the Great Lakes. When his father got married, he inherited 100 acres of fertile land and worked as a farmer until he got a job at the General Motors Co. in Windsor. He now rents out the stretch of land to the neighbor who grows wheat. Bales of hay fill up a barn and make an ideal playground for Barry and his older brother Terrence. The boys enjoy building tunnels and jumping in the hay stack. Terrence likes to tickle Barry whose radiant laugh is so energetic.

    Barry’s mother orders clothes from the Eaton catalogue. The boys get to choose a new shirt when it’s back to school time. What Barry really wants is a pair of jeans, just like the ones worn by Marlon Brando in The Wild One (1953) and by James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause (1955). Ever since he was about twelve, Barry started to collect pics of cowboys in tight faded blue jeans, dreaming of looking like them. He often asked his mother to buy Wrangler jeans for his birthday, but to no avail.

    Denim jeans have always served the cowboys well. They’re durable and they protect from the elements. Wrangler and Levi Strauss are the normal brands. Their tight weave and strong cotton fibers resist tears and abrasions, making it ideal for the physical demands of cowboy life.

    Finally, on his 16th birthday, Barry gets a pair of Wrangler blue jeans. He is so excited. He asks his mother to wash and dry them many times in order to get the faded look and the tight fit. As soon as he puts on his Wrangler denim wear, the teenager caresses his ass and his crotch behind closed doors. “It makes me feel special, different too. I don’t know why, but I kind of get aroused. My dick rubbing against the denim fabric swells better than against a pillow. My jeans give a new meaning to getting a hard-on. Masturbation is way more exciting when I wear my tight faded blue jeans!”

    William, the neighbor’s son, is Barry’s best friend; they are both 16 and like to cuddle on the sofa while watching cowboy films. When Barry’s mother bakes an apple pie, she invites William to stay for dinner, knowing that his mother is not keen on homemade desserts. One Saturday afternoon, the boys bicycle all the way to Lake Sainte-Claire for a swim. On returning home, William takes the lead and Barry gets to admire the peachy ass of his best friend. “I would love to caress it, even fun-spank him. I don’t know if he would let me rub my hard cock on his gorgeous round ass…” Keeping this question in the back of his mind, Barry invites William to stretch out in the barn’s hay stack. They jump and roll over, ending up in each other’s arms.

    “It’s so fun being with you, William.”

    “What do like about me, Barry?”

    “I love the fact that you enjoy wearing tight faded blue jeans, just like me.”

    “Yeah, they kind of feel sexy, don’t you think?”

    “I sure do. Can I caress your gorgeous denim clad ass?”

    “If I agree, is that a confirmation we are homo… we are gay?”

    “It means that we are two boys who like to fool around erotically. Sounds perfectly normal to me.”

    “I wouldn’t want guys at school to know about this kind of… feeling hot for each other.”

    “It can be our secret, William. Come closer so I can grab your awesome butt.”

    On that note, the two boys embrace, rub their bulging crotch together, pull the zipper down to let a 9-inch cut dick pop out, and start an erotic fencing match. Barry grabs and slaps William’s ass, triggering a moan of pleasure. He ventures into sliding his rod along the denim crack seam. In no time, Barry screams: “I’m on the verge of shooting my load, William.”. The reaction is spontaneous: “Don’t cream my jeans, let me suck you dry!” Face-fucking is a first for Barry and the pleasure is awesome; he now wants to taste William’s cock while caressing his denim clad butt. After having swallowed William’s salty jizz load, Barry tries to crown his gay sex experience with a kiss on the lips, but his partner abruptly puts an end to their homoerotic pleasures: “I’m not gay to the point of kissing… yet.”

    The next few days, at school, William tries to avoid being alone with his best friend. He doesn’t want Barry’s hand brushing “accidently” on his butt. The result would be a hard-on and some guys might notice it, calling him a faggot. William admits to himself that he’s queer, but he only wants to share this with Barry. At night, alone in his bed, he tries to imagine what it would feel to have his buddy pounding his hungry ass. On Friday, as soon as the bell rings, the two teenagers bicycle back home. Williams follows Barry to the barn: “I want you to fuck me right here, in the hay stack where it all began. I want to feel you hard and deep inside me.”

    Barry himself dreamed of screwing William. According to his scenario, this occurred only after caressing a cock and an ass wrapped in tight faded blue jeans. William is perfectly dressed for the occasion. Barry is so excited; he kneels down to bury his face in Williams’s crotch, to bite his bulge, to knead and spank his perky behind tagged Wrangler. Barry pulls out all nine inches of his super hard rod and slaps it on William’s large firm butt splendidly wrapped in denim. The two teenagers have no experience in fucking but it comes naturally.

    Barry first snuggles up on the back of his divine partner, bites his neck and shoulders, slides his tongue along the spine, and unbuttons the jeans from behind to let them slide down into the hay stack. He instinctively smells the hairy crevice, congratulates William on his fuckin intoxicating manly odor, spits copiously on the ass hole to lubricate it, then switches around to let William suck him. Feeling his boy juice bubbling, Barry goes back to the yummy rosebud, eats it greedily, pokes the back door with his rod, and gradually shoves his dagger inside.

    Even though the scenario is perfectly orchestrated, it first triggers cries of pain… that are nonetheless accompanied by “Keep going in, don’t stop, fuck the hell out of me!” Sometimes a little clumsily but always vigorously, Barry ploughs his best friend’s ass. He wishes it would last longer but his explosion is eminent. He warns his buddy who still continues to moan voluptuously. As soon as William feels the stream of jizz filling his fuck chute, he cries out: “This is simply divine! I’ve never felt so fulfilled.” And to Barry’s surprise, William kisses him passionately.

  • A walk in the park

    I recently came out and moved to Dallas from Portland. I’m 33. I wrestled and played rugby in college and up until I moved to Dallas. I don’t know a person in town and so it has given me a real sense of freedom to start over and be whoever I want to be. I am a really early riser and like to go for a run around 4 am. The first few mornings I went for a run along Turtle Creek, I didn’t make it a mile before I would have to take off my shirt and tuck it into my shorts. Before long I wouldn’t even bother taking a shirt. Running in the hot warm air every morning has really started to bring out some new behaviors in myself that I didn’t expect. One morning I was running down the path on Turtle Creek and I realized how dark it was. Not many streetlights and so you have to be careful not to trip on sidewalk cracks, etc. I had a couple of cups of coffee when I got up and needed to take a piss. It was super dark so I just stopped and stepped off the path into the darker shadows. That time of morning there are very few cars on the road. I was standing there holding my dick, taking a piss and something unexpected came over me. The thought of getting caught with my dick out sent a thrill down my spine right to my dick. The next thing I knew I had a boner and a huge smile on my face. I gave my dick a few strokes as I looked around. My heart was pounding and when I saw a pair of headlights coming down the road, I stepped back onto the path but left the waist band of my shorts tucked below my balls. The car was approaching from behind me and I began to jog with my dick bouncing in front of me as the car zoomed by less than 10 yards to my left.

    I think that was where this all started. Since then I have been getting braver and braver each week. A couple weeks ago I was shopping for some new running shorts. I wanted something like thin soccer shorts so I could run in the mornings and feel as naked as possible. But I found something even better. I found these mesh shorts on amazon and ordered a pair. The next morning, I took off wearing only the shorts and my running shoes. IT WAS AMAZING. I felt like I was running naked. The first few days of wearing them on my runs, my dick stayed hard the entire time. I even got brave enough to start finishing my runs by heading into a dark wide-open space in the park where I would push my shorts to my ankles and jerk out a load. Each day I’ve gotten a bit braver. Instead of pushing my shorts to my ankles, I started stepping out of them to jerk off. There is something so exciting about being naked in a wide-open space.

    Each morning I’ve been stepping out of my shorts and walking further and further away from them to finish myself off. If you are familiar with the path along Turtle Creek, you know is close to the road, but dark enough to stay in the shadows most of the way from Reverchon Park to Blackburn. Each morning, I try a new place to finish my run. With the long holiday weekend this week, I’ve had a lot of extra time. So, on Saturday morning I started my run and ran to Reverchon Park. I was feeling extra horny, and I stripped on my shorts, laid them on top of a bush and started to see how far I could make it towards Balckburn before jerking off and running back to my shorts. This Saturday I made it to Turtle Creek Blvd. But just after I crossed that intersection, I saw one of those jogger headlights coming towards me down the path. I think my heart stopped. I was standing there with a full boner trying to decide if I should hide in the bushes and let them pass or try to outrun them back to my shorts in the park. I decided to try to outrun them and took off in the other direction. When I got back to my shorts, I slipped them on and watched the light get closer. As the jogger ran toward me, I could see it was another guy running shirtless so I stepped out onto the path to walk toward him. As we passed on the sidewalk, I said good morning and could see him checking me out as he slowed to a walk and said good morning. I kept walking past him and make a quick look over my shoulder to see him looking back as I walked away. That got my dick hard again and as soon as I was far enough away, I stripped off my shorts and jogged back toward my condo.

    Sunday morning, I was still thinking about it. I went back to the park and stashed my shorts in the same place and this time I took off towards Blackburn again. I made sure it was the exact same time as the day before hoping I would run into that jogger again. This time I made it past Turtle Creek Blvd and there was no sign of the other jogger. I almost made it all the way to Blackburn when I saw a jogger headlight crossing at that intersection. My heart started racing again and I took off back towards my shorts. About halfway back I decided to step off into the shadows and wait for the jogger to pass. I stood far enough off the path to be in the dark shadows and started to jerk off. As he got closer, I edged myself until he was about 100 feet away and then I let myself cum as I watched him jog past. After he passed, I took off behind him at a distance and followed him all the way back to the park when I picked up my shorts. Then I kept following him until he turned around. I made sure to be walking as he approached and slowed down and said hello. I introduced myself and asked him if he ran every morning too. Turns out he lives only a few blocks from me. I could tell the whole time we were chatting that he was checking me out. I’m not sure if he could see through my shorts or not. But I know he kept glancing down at the front of my shorts. After a few minutes I told him we should meet up for a run sometime. He looked back down at my shorts and my heart stopped as he reached up and grabbed the front of my shorts leg and tugged it toward him as he said, ” as long as you always wear these”. Then he lifted the leg to expose my dick and balls. Even though I just came, I was getting a chubby from his attention. Moving to Dallas is a new start for me and so I feel like it has made me way braver than I have ever been. 

    So, I just grinned at him and said ‘no problem’ while keeping strong eye contact with him. My dick was getting hard again so by the time he let go of the leg of my shorts my dick was at half-mast. The leg of my shorts was resting on the top of my dick now, so that my boner and balls were hanging out exposed. He kept eye contact as he reached down and took a firm grip on my dick and started to stroke slowly. His strokes made me arch my back, push my chest out and groan. This dude knew what he was doing, and I loved his firm control. He kept up his stroking and used his free hand to start tweaking my nipples. The whole time his eyes were locked on mine like he was reading my thoughts. He kept up the stroking until I had a rock-hard boner again. It a quick motion he let go of my dick and nip and with both hands pulled my shorts over my dick and down to my ankles. Then he lifted one foot out of my shorts and onto the sidewalk, then the other one. When he stood back up, he stuffed my shorts into the pocked of his shorts and went back to jerking my dick and rubbing my pecs and abs with his free hand. He asked me if I liked being naked and answered honestly. Then he asked me if I was into CMNM. I had no idea what he was talking about. He thought that was kind of funny but took his time to explain it to me. I never knew I was into it…but there I stood naked on a public jogging path letting a stranger work me over. I must admit, it may not have happened if he hadn’t been hot as hell. 

    He finished explaining what CMNM was (which is how I found this group) and he asked me if I wanted him to help me live out some fantasies. Everything about this felt right and so I agreed. He asked me what I fantasize about, and I told him about my morning runs. I told him about getting farther and farther from my clothes. I even told him that I stood in the shadows and jerked off as he ran by, which he loved. He asked me if I could cum again and I told him I wasn’t sure. He told me to follow him and then he took off jogging away with my shorts in his pocket.

     

    I followed him across the park toward the baseball field. About halfway down the street he slowed to a walk and then walked out into the middle of the park where there were some picnic tables out in the open. He told me to sit up on the end of one of the tables and lay back. My dick was pointing straight up in the air and told me to jerk off and cum for him. My feet were hanging off the table at my knees and he quickly pulled off my shoes and socks and pitched them out into the dark. Then he took my shorts out of his pocket and tossed them on the table behind me.

    He told me to sit up and then he took me by the hand and led me completely naked back to the sidewalk towards the baseball field. The further I walked away from my shoes and shorts the harder my dick got. We walked deeper into the dark parking lot past the baseball field. I could hear and see the lights from the traffic on the tollway and realized how close we were. We crossed the parking lot and walked up onto a hill that led right up to the waist high concrete wall to tollway ramp. The headlights from the ramp washed across the open grass of the hill each time a car entered the tollway ramp.  I wasn’t sure where it was going until he told me to straddle the wall facing the oncoming cars if they came down the ramp. My dick was throbbing and I did what he said.  If a car came down the ramp, I would be in full view of their headlights. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. He told me to put my hands behind my head. Then he spit into his hand a few times, slicked up my dick and started a slow teasing hand job. I was instantly on the edge of another orgasm. But he took his time and worked me to the edge and then would let go to watch my dick twitch until the orgasm faded away before he would spit and start again. This went on and on. I was begging to cum when the first set of headlights came down the ramp. He stepped back and ducked behind the wall so they had an unobstructed view of me as they drove past. I was embarrassed, but dying to shoot my load with this hot dude. He exposed me to a few more cars before suddenly turning and walking down the hill. I wasn’t sure what to do so I climbed off the wall and followed him back down the hill to the baseball field. I followed him through the dugout gate and onto the field. He crossed to the pitcher’s mound and then stopped and turned around to face me as I walked naked across the dark field. When I got to where he was standing he told me to get down on my hands and knees and he faced me to the bleachers.

    I felt him kneel down behind me and grab my hard dick before pulling it back between my legs and starting to milk me like a cow. The feeling was so amazing. He would pull my dick back until it almost hurt before spitting on it and continuing to milk me. I was approaching an orgasm again when he reached up with his free hand to pull my left ass cheek open to expose my hole. Then he spit on it and slid his thumb to my pucker to start making small circles in time with his milking. I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my throat and then he knew I was at his mercy.

    He kept pushing me further to see how far I would go. FIrst he reached around and grabbed one my hands. He pulled it back to my ass cheek and got me to expose my hole for him. Then he returned to sptting on my hole and rubbing circles. I was really getting into it when he told me to put my chest on the ground and spread my ass cheeks with both hands. I was in bliss and followed his orders without hesitation.  With my chest on the ground and my face in the dirt I pulled my ass open for him. He began alternating spitting on my dick and hole as he worked both in a rhythm to get me groaning and moaning. Both were slicked up and dripping when he let go and stood up. Next thing I knew I felt him grab my hip with one hand and guide his dick head to my hole with the other. His dick head slid into my loosened up hole and then he grabbed my other hip as he slowly penetrated me. Inch by inch he spit on my stretched hole and slid a bit deeper. When I felt his balls touch my ass he paused and told me to arch my back. With a grip on my hips he began to pull out to the tip and slide back in balls deep. Spitting on my stretched hole again and again until he had reached a slow balls deep rhythm. Tip to balls, tip to balls and then he started to pick up the pace. I was grunting in time with his thrusts as my cheek and face rubbed in the dirt of the pitchers mound. His breathing started getting heavy and he yelled loudly ” Oh fuck! You little dirty slut! Look at you..Buck ass naked getting fucked on the pitchers mound! Moan for me! That’s it! Oh fuck! Oh Fuck!” 

    Then he started to roar and unload into my hole. I couldn’t believe what was happening as his words sunk in. I let go of my ass cheeks and stretched my arms out in the dirt in front of me as he bred my hold in the middle of the field. I could feel the cum running down the inside of my thigh as I soaked in the thrill and embarrassment. A minute later he stood up, pulled up his shorts, and took off jogging into the dark without another word.

    I slowly got up off the ground and stood there looking into the bleachers. I jumped when I heard him yell from outside the field fence “Stand there and jerk off for me and I won’t run off with your shoes and clothes!” The thrill was back and I realized our game was still playing out. I spit into my head and stood there on the mound beating my meat. I was jerking away, getting closer when I heard a bang, hum and the lights on the field blasted to life, flooding me in bright lights.

    He yelled ” Don’t move or I’ll take off with your stuff!” I stood there for a moment with my hard dick in my hand. I weighed my options and realized that I was at his mercy. Without my clothes and shoes, I was totally naked and at least a mile from my condo where I had stashed my keys. I also realized the sun was starting to rise and the traffic on the tollway had become much busier. I looked over my shoulder to see that I was in plain view standing in the middle of the brightly lit field. The cars on the highway could see me perfectly. My only hope was that I was too far away for them to see my face.

    He yelled again ” Beter hurry…I’m sure someone will call the cops eventually!” I snapped back to reality and looked over to see him climbing into the bleachers to watch. I started jerking while frantically looking around to see if anyone was watching. 

    I looked down at my throbbing dick as I pounded….I could feel my balls start to ache and the head of my dick start to tingle. Sweat was running down my body. When I glanced up I felt a wave of shock to notice a new guy standing on the outside of the fence watching. At that very moment realized I had hit the point of no return. My eyes were locked with the new smiling stranger as the cum blasted out of my cock to splatter on the ground in front of me. Blast after blast I felt the embarrassment grow. As I came down off the orgasm high I felt the embarrassment grow…both guys were now walking across the field toward me

  • Self Suck – A Poem

    I was flexible then

    With a passion for dick

    And a hell bent desire

    To suck off my own prick

    A cum lust intense

    A desire so extreme

    I needed to taste

    And to swallow my cream

    My cock barely inches

    Away from my gob

    My tongue flicked out

    Licking my glorious knob

    I held my two balls

    Tugging at my ball sac

    My cute little finger

    Sliding up my own crack

    My heart beating loudly

    My cock on my lips

    And pre cum rewarded

    With glistening drips

    I grasped my stiff shaft

    As it throbbed for a suck

    I could now get my knob in

    With any good luck

    A strain and a need

    To engulf half my cock

    I managed to suck it

    Like a stick of rock

    My tongue licked around it

    My mouth gobbled fast

    I knew the sensations

    Would not always last

    My bollocks were twitchy

    My cock jerked and spat

    I couldn’t control it

    My prick shot a splat

    Spunk streamed in gushes

    I swallowed, I drunk

    My taste buds alive

    As I savoured my spunk

    The sweetness divine

    As I sucked like a slut

    Tugging my balls

    To relinquish the glut

    My hot throbbing cock

    Drained and sucked to the hilt

    And not a cum drop

    Accidentally spilt

    A self sucking challenge

    Achieved with success

    Now I’ll suck my own cock

    And enjoy my sweet mess.

  • My first black bull

    so back when I was in the ninth grade, I am 6 foot four 240 sexy white tranny. I have a fat bubble butt and amazing ass. Every stray guy looks at it it’s the Kim Kardashian ass very nice fat, jiggly bubble, butt and I have nice round big breast. I am a very sexy tranny I walked into my new high school with long black hip boots on sexy black booty cotton shorts, a white halter top, which showed my big luscious titties I was not wearing a bra and just a backpack. Anyways, I walked in all eyes were on me. I was the hottest girl, that they ever seen even though I still had a dick anyways, there’s a big, tall, black, handsome stud. He was a quarterback for the high school he started varsity in his freshman year. That’s how good he was I had seen him before my middle school, so sexy anyways to get to my locker I had to walk past him as I walked past him my ass jiggling as I walked, bouncing up and down as I walked, he turned and knotted and gave me a wink I knew I had him he was mine. All the women were around him, but I knew this man was mine. His name was Jrod anyways, I knew I was going to make this man mine there’s no way I’m gonna let any girl in the school get to him so that time went on. He started sitting with me at lunch. I was the most popular girl in the school he didn’t know I was a trans  until I told him which seem to make him even want me more there’s other trance women in the school rumor was he fucked them all but they weren’t as sexy as me anyways he would always walk me to class till one day we start holding hands going to class. I would go to all his games wearing blue, Jean Booty shorts, sexy stripper boots, a halter top with the schools team name on it and his number on the back, I was sitting in the section so I could cheer my man sometime that would wear his jersey his sweaty musty smelly jersey I want him on me anyways all the girls were pissed I would always wear his jersey. I always hang around him one day we were invited to a party. One of the football players were thrown a massive house party. he needed the date so of course, he asked me to be his date. I obliged this sexy king  I dress slutty the Booty shirts I had on the lower part of my booty cheeks hung out. I had a Hoochie mama halter pop on again. It had his name and number in the back of it and some sexy stripper boots I knew I was going to get fucked this night anyways, he picked me up in his car we kissed we pull up to the party we kissed again. I walked in with him. We were holding hands. We are named king and queen of homecoming. I knew all the women hated me because I was with the hottest sexiest man in this school, anyways, we got acquaintance with everyone we were sitting on the couch kissing when he laid back and me are kissing me more and more and more. I knew this was going to be the time that I became his little whore after little bit of making out I can hear other moaning as other guys were on top of the women kissing them when the running back ran up to him and said today’s the day every year, they had a fuck contest see who can make their bitch moan, the loudest the winner will get forever glory I knew what I needed to do. There’s no way in hell this man was going to lose this competition so we went up to the room. It was the biggest room in the house. It had a king size bed. He said he didn’t wanna fuck he did. I asked him about all the other women. He said yes he was turned off by fucking tranny because they didn’t know if they were doing. I told him he’s going to get forever damnation and we started kissing. He took my shirt off I took his off. I felt his dick hard in his pants , I was on my knees I unbutton his pants, unzipped his pants, put his pants and boxer down to his ankles. His dick came out at me like he was on hydraulics. I knew this was going to be the day that was going to submit to the sexiest man, I’ve ever seen in my entire world , anyways that begin to start sucking his dick the head, his dick had to be about 9 to 10 inches. I knew he was going to destroy me. I didn’t really care. My focus was making this man win anyways after sucking him I was able to open my throat more inside him further and further down until my nose is literally against his chest he had the biggest  tightest pack I’ve ever seen in my life this man with a chiseled God, a chiseled Roman God his six packs were amazing his powerful arms I felt as he pushed my head further down. Now he’s all the way down my throat. I got the head, literally in my throat , I gag gag gag gag louder and louder, you can hear me sucking and slobbing. We heard it louder in the other room, so I wrapped even tighter around his dick. We won this round next to knock on the door. It was time to start the fucking contest I became possessed I pushed this man down under the bed, took his pants and boxers, completely off, he pulled my booty shorts down now. Just my sexy stripper booth on this man was not about to lose this competition. He’ll have forever bragging rights forever glory competition started. I mainly jumped onto the bench and sat down onto the dick. Now I’ve never been fucked before, but somehow  the lube from my spit from sucking his dick man slide up in my ass as I felt this bull in  my ass the stretching it hurt a lot, but not care I was wanting to get hurt. I was willing to get destroyed for this man to win he knew I was enjoying it so he turned me over and put me in my back with my legs in the air and begin to slam into my asshole fancy, put the pillow underneath my hips. Then he began to plow my asshole really hard destroying it. I thought his ball smacking my ass anyways a little while went on I rode his big, powerful dick reverse cowgirl and cowboy and cowgirl. I bounced on his dick. He picked me up in his arms and fucked me harder we 69 then he got me doggy. This is where the competition was his I arched my back up my ass in the air , he begin to slam his dick unmerciful, and violently into my ass among screamed his name at the top of my lungs, keep in mind I can talk to next day that’s how loud I screamed. All the other women were screaming, almost as loud, but I knew what I had to do. I went to another dimension and screamed really loud like I was murdered, because I basically was with his man’s powerful dick after about 90 minutes of being destroyed unmerciful, he blew the biggest load in my asshole there. I was collapsing the bed face down ass up, asshole dripping, cum him laying on top of me, kissing the back of my neck, saint that was the greatest thing he ever had. Anyways, we got dressed and went downstairs. Everyone looked at us. We were the winners. I knew it. I knew this man did not lose he’s given a trophy. This man was the best thing in the school we dated for the next four years all through high school. I’ll go to all his games when his jersey the jersey he was wearing on the field. That way I could have his stench on me sometimes I would wear a clean jersey. Either way I will support my man  the women were no longer jealous. They knew I was his. I didn’t have his name tattooed to my lower back. A tramp stamp I’m his he fucked my best friend who was a sex trans . I was mad, but then my friend was really shy and I knew this man would take care of her  she told me about it I could’ve been mad, but he was my only friend and I was committed to this man. We broke up my asshole no longer tight as he fucked me every night when he wanted to stay championship I gave myself to that man, my asshole stretched out I was like a piece of rubber a piece of meat, it was really nothing left to be beaten as he’s literally dug me out as far as I will go just a flabby piece of rubber so he started my best friend fast-forward five years later I’m in grocery store and he stand behind me. He smiled, and said I gave him the greatest moment of his life , PS we’re back together and we just adopted our son 

  • Robbie’s fantasy story

    I was so tired after a hard day’s work, sitting in the lounge chair barely keeping my eyes open, I opened a stubby of beer and slowly drank it empty. I decided to go and have a few beers at the local watering hole, same crowd there all the workers and labourers getting on the piss after a hard day’s work.  I sank a few and then decided to walk back home, noticing as I turned into my place that one of the guys that was at the pub was walking my way home, a tall and solid, rugged and hard looking man , shaped from years of hard work , but good looking about 40 yrs of age was walking very slowly on the opposite side of the road. I nodded to say a discreet hi, but no reaction. I thought,  rude prick.

    I continued into my place, and went straight for the shower and then bed, forgetting to lock the front door. Entering my room I turned on the fan and put my phone on charge. So tired I dropped my towel and lay naked on my bed falling into a very deep sleep.

    2 or 3 hours past and I half woke to a noise, not sure what, so I lay really still to hear more. Nothing for a while until I felt a presence next to me.  I lay frozen not really knowing what to do. I remained lying on my stomach lifting one leg to get comfortable, when I felt something slowly sliding between my legs, then a slight but gentle touch of my balls the large rough hand was massaging them.  I pretended to be a sleep ,frozen from fear, he began to slide his whole hand underneath me and cupped my entire package, this started to arouse me and my cock began to grow. Turning my head pretending to be a sleep I noticed he was kneeling next to my bed, it was the guy I saw across the road.  He with his cock in hand while playing with me, he was becoming more and more excited. I was now hard and he felt this and grabbed hold of my cock with a firm grip, slightly lifting me up.

    I thought to myself he must know now that I am awake, but I just let him go, pretending to be a sleep. Then all of a sudden he stood up and dropped his jeans and slowly couched himself on top of me , now laying on top dry fucking me I felt his heavy weight pushing me into the mattress. I was about to say something when his right hand covered my mouth and his left hand slipped under and crabbed my cock. He stayed in that position for about 5 minutes, then slowly took his hand of my mouth, his hot breathe was in my neck and his tongue started to work its way down my back, fear turned into pressure as I let him have what he wanted. His heavy weight and rugged body now covering my entire body, I lay there trapped. His thick arms and huge hairy chest massaging my back and bottom, slowly his tongue slides down my arse crack and his knees start to push my legs apart so he has access to my spinter, his tongue glides over leaving me in ecstasy. One hand still on my cock and his thumb starting to penetrate into my arse. When in a flash I felt cold stuff on my ring and he starts to push himself into me, slowly his cock enters , I feel now helpless and he has got what he came for , no longer gentle he starts to completely take control , lifting my torso slightly for better access he enters me fully, he stops and lays there for a few minutes feeling the pressure of my arse on his cock,  when then he slides his fingers into my mouth for me to suck, his other hand then covers my forehead as he starts to fuck me, at first slowly then picking up pace. The sharp pain of him in me subsides after a while and as he picks up pace I feel my prostrate react, so I lift slightly to reach that spot, faster and faster he humps me like an animal, in full control I can feel him building up his arms and body hold me tight when  all of a sudden his body shakes and his breathing increases , blowing hot air in the back of my neck , he blows hard, his cock driving it all the way up . I can feel his cock pulsating in me, squirting all he has in me. He stops humping and just holds a tight firm position, laying still on me as he catches his breathe and makes sure all his cum has been left. Like a dog locked into his bitch.

    After about 5-10 minutes he withdraws and gets up turning me around placing me onto my back, standing over me with his huge frame and arms, hands that are abnormally large , he holds both my arms above my head , lowering himself on me once again, his huge flaccid penis rests on my hard on.

    The weight pushes me back into the mattress again, face to face he moves in and tongues me, literally he begins to suck my tongue over and over again, slowly after 5 minutes letting go, his rough 5 o’clock shadow scratches my face and moves down the centre of on stomach, licking and sucking moving closer to my rock hard erection.  His hands free my hands and now focus on holding my balls as his tongue glides up the length of my shaft, almost making me blow straight away. I ease him of, he rests for a bit then starts sucking my cock, takes only a few sucks when I am back ready to release my load, I urge him to stop but keeps going , holding me like there was no tomorrow, I’m cummimg he starts to go faster sucking harder . Holding his head I blow deep down his throat, holding his head face fucking him hard. I collapse out of breathe and lay as I was before he turned up.

    When all of a sudden not saying a word, gets up puts his jeans and shirt on and quietly leaves.

  • Bobby’s Fist Hole

    I had a sense Bobby wouldn’t be a one time trick when we met a couple weeks ago. The play was intense and we were vibing. Bobby sent me a message through the hook-up site we initially met and asked if I wanted another round the upcoming weekend.

    I had plans to do some other things, but I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to play with this man again. He was a dominant bull, my favorite type, my kryptonite.

    We messaged for a couple of days prior to Friday night. Bobby said he prefers his fags hairless from the waist down. He loved to fuck around with smooth white guys as he was very much into the contrast against his own skin. I told him that I’d ask Jace permission to be unlocked only for the shave down of my private parts. 

    As it turned out, Jace was away that weekend with his fiancé but he did say he’d provide me with the key to unlock before leaving for the trip. I stopped by his place after work that night. He was in a rush so there were no head games, but he did warn me that if I fucked up and jerked off, we were finished. I told him he could trust me and I would relock as soon as the shaving was completed. I stared at that key all night. I wanted to use it very badly. I placed it in water and put in the freezer. Out of sight out of mind, I guess?

    It was finally Friday. I ran home like an Olympic sprinter and began my typical routine of cleaning out, playing with some toys, chewing down some gummies. I held off on smoking anything harsh until it was time to go over to Bobby’s. I grabbed the ice cube with the key, my poppers, etc., and left my place.

    Once I arrived, Bobby greeted me at the door with a bear hug that nearly crushed me. He is a big guy, and tall, but slender and he has a strong grip. Bobby saw I was slightly nervous so he prepared a bowl for us to share to get us a bit more relaxed.  
     
    Once we finished, I stripped naked. Bobby grabbed my cage and lifted my balls. He kissed me and then surprised me by yanking on them. He pulled down hard and I grunted in his mouth. He let go and then held them in one hand while his other slapped them, at first lightly, but then harshly. I yelped.

    “Boy, in a few hours, that’s gonna feel so much better, you’ll see. No, let’s get you nice and smooth. Where’s that key?”

    I reached into my backpack where I’d put the ice cube in a small zip lock baggie and it was floating in the water. I reached in, wiped the key on a nearby cloth and stuck it into the lock. I turned the key and removed the lock. Undoing the cage, my cock was freed. Bobby grabbed my shaft in his hand and pulled on it, using my poor cock as a handle and walked me to his bathroom.

    Bobby had me stand in the center on a towel. He warmed up a washcloth and placed it on my chest, wetting me from neck to waist. Then he smothered me in shaving cream, and with a fresh blade of my razor, he shaved my chest. The shaving took almost 30 minutes as he methodically removed any hair from my pits, my arms, my legs, crack, balls, and pubes. Bobby watched as I put the cage back on. I explained that I’d been given strict instructions to do so. Bobby then shaved my bald head, but left my beard alone. Bobby admired his work and enjoyed rubbing my smooth skin with his hands.

    Since we were in his bathroom, Bobby said,”now open that pretty mouth for me. I have a treat for you and don’t spill a drop.” I covered Bobby’s soft dangling shaft with my mouth, placing the head at the entrance to my throat and made a tight seal. I felt Bobby’s urethra expand as his flow began to trickle. Bobby’s taste was a bit tangy that night, almost wretched, but I knew this elixir contained some special chemicals just for me so I focused on that until Bobby shook his dick off in my mouth.

    Next, Bobby and I smoked more clouds and we waited for the crystals he’d put in my butt to dissolve. My head began to really spin out and I reached into my backpack for my gas mask. I watched Bobby coat both hands down to his elbows and when he signaled, I got on my back, on his bed, a pillow under my ass, I placed the mask over me and breathed in the toxic fumes. My hole opened like the Lincoln tunnel for this fist. He slow punched me and when I pulled the mask off, Bobby yanked on my balls again while the other fist went wild destroying my cunt hole. I was lit! 

    Bobby told me to put the mask back on after a couple of minutes and shortly thereafter his other hand was probing in next to the inserted fist. Not even 20 minutes in, I was taking his giant double. That must have been some large crystal he gave me, boy that I was complaining.

    i took a couple hits more of poppers and Bobby punched me with both fists, pulverizing me. Believe it or not, I wanted something more. I wanted to feel a wider stretch.  I reached into the backpack and found one of my yam-like toys. I covered it in lube while Bobby left his fists up my ass. I placed the mask over my head again, and I pushed that toy between Bobby’s fists, prying me open wider than I’d ever been before! The sensations on my body were indescribable, Bobby began to punch in and out taking the toy with him and I began to piss all over my chest and stomach, some flying out and streaming onto Bobby.

    I didn’t want to overdo it, the night was still young, only midnight, so we stopped for a couple of beers and more clouds. I sucked Bobby’s cock while he fisted me slowly. He was getting deeper and deeper as I swallowed him down to the base.

    Bobby said he wanted to fuck me with his fist up my ass, so I got onto all 4’s, and I put some clamps on my nips. Bobby fucked me hard, the clamps felt fucking amazing as I moaned like a cheap whore. Every nerve ending was awakened and I was floating away, far away.

    Bobby pulled his dick out and I was now taking his double again, this time without the mask or poppers. I was looser than ever, my pussy lips flapping and my prolapse growing. I felt Bobby pushing both forearms one over the other down to his elbows, and he began to fuck me, working to a wild crescendo which made me spew and convulse. I cried out to Jesus I’d felt like a religious experience just occurred and the spirits had taken me on a ride I’ll never forget.

    Bobby needed to piss again because we’d been drinking. I had already emptied my bladder several times all over myself and the rubber sheets. This time Bobby pissed up my ass and we used his piss and some lube to fuck me with that dildo again.

    Bobby took a slam, which I declined as I was as high as I needed. With this Bobby was wild with energy. He pushed me on my back and once again he used my cunt hole like a boxer, at an accelerated pace, I had to push him back a bit because I honestly thought he’d bruise me.  I cooled Bobby down from his rush. I laid him on his back and I lubed up his hands. I made him clasp them together for me like one large cannonball and I pushed down until my loose lips swallowed them up. I howled when the passed through my open ring. I reached for the gas mask and motioned for Bobby to fuck me hard. Once again I was pissing the bed as he hit against my bladder, the feeling was fucking awesome. I began to lick my piss from the rubber sheet as the puddle formed just under my face. 

    Bobby and I found interesting positions for him to use me until 5am. I drank his piss a few more times, smoked more clouds, dissolved more T, I let him foot fuck me again. We were sloppy messes by the time the sun was rising. My hole was absolutely sore from all of it, this time Bobby shot his nut inside me while his fist beat himself off in my cunt.  It was so loose and wet his seed oozed out of me and down my taint.

    We were wrecked, I didn’t leave this time. I think we both wanted to make sure the other was ok, so I stayed with him. Around 8am, we finally fell asleep after a hard night of partying. It was nice having a man’s body wrapped around mine.

  • A Battle for Domination

    Arthur spent the next few days devising ways to get back at Diego. He had been mind-fucked and humiliated by his younger co-star. But, of course, with contacts everywhere and years of showbusiness experience, muscular Arthur still knew how to pull the strings.

    He confabulated a thousand possibilities for Diego to feel relegated, until he was satisfied with one of them: a direct intervention in the plot of the series.

    In the special chapter of the series, five of the seven well-hung men who were the Bull’s companions on the island had been turned into marble statues. Arthur’s idea was that Iron Gladiator would be responsible for reversing the transformation, after learning that Stuart’s character was behind it.

    Diego’s character, the Giant Bull, would have his ass eaten by every member of his horsemen clan, and then Arthur’s character, beefy Iron Gladiator, now appointed the new leader, would fuck all of them mercilessly in the ass, saving the Bull’s virgin asshole for last. It was the clan ritual, as the Bull had failed to protect and save them. This would be the most hardcore scene in the entire series. In the 1-hour final season special, the Spartan warrior would have dominated all Latin stallions, turning them into submissive men.

    Arthur also wanted to put an end to this conversation of frontal nudity in the series. All the tribesmen would wear jockstraps from the underwear brand that sponsored the TV show. The exception would be the leader, Giant Bull. Arthur had reserved a special scene for him. After easily defeating him in a battle of strength, the Iron Gladiator would invade the forge of the tribe’s island, where he would build a chastity cage, locking the Bull’s dick forever in that device.

    At least that way, Arthur would have images of him putting Diego in the place where the famous actor envisioned him. As one more of his conquests. He had goosebumps imagining the whole scenario.

    When they learned of these intentions, the producers feared this plot could be the wrong direction to take the show to. Diego was becoming more and more a rising star, the ultimate masculine icon for a newer generation, responsible for reinvigorating the buzz about the show. They didn’t want to upset him. But Arthur was persuasive, and he was the one who called the shots after all.

    By then, all that remained to be done was to record the final episode. The actors and the film crew had no other option but to agree on Arthur’s terms. They needed, however, a final deal for the scene to get full approval: Diego’s consent. After recording the chapter 9, Arthur invited him to his dressing room.

    “Hey bro,” Diego said. “So, you are finally speaking to me again?.”

    Arthur was rude. “You are late. I was expecting you here for ten minutes. Do you think I have time for this shit? You are wasting my time.” Diego was recognizing the same arrogant Arthur he met at the café years ago.

    Diego replied, surprised: “So, what I am here for?”

    When Arthur explained the details to him, Diego reacted calmly. “Under any other circumstances, I wouldn’t give a damn, but I know you’re just doing this to try to exert power. This is a scene, we’re actors, and if that served the script, why not? But that’s not why you’re demanding it. I refuse. Let’s stick to the original script, the one I agreed to.”

    “Then you will be fired from the show. Either you submit to my rules or you’re out.” Arthur was confident Diego was going to accept it.

    But Diego laughed, mocking him. “I didn’t expect you to react like that. Pathetic. You’ve been bothered since I fucked your tight ass and you liked it. But I will not bow my head to you, Arthur. Not this time. I quit.”

    Diego put his phone down on the table. It showed the picture of Arthur, totally dominated, spreading his buttchecks, turning his head to give consent to the man who was dominating him. “I could play dirty with you and leak this photo. You are being a douchebag to everyone, but especially to me. I won’t leak this because I really liked the night we had, when you were a different man. But listen carefully. It is my last warning. Don’t act like a scum bag. Respect me. I am out of the show. You won’t do anything about that. Other than that, it’s your way. Happy?”

    Diego exited the room, leaving Arthur almost dumbfounded. The muscular hairy stud wasn’t used to this: he always got what he wanted. Therefore, although frustrated, Arthur asked the producers for a week, time he expected Diego would change his mind.

    But he didn’t. He was not even responding Arthur’s messages or phone calls. It was clear he was receiving them, but he didn’t even bother to give him attention.

    Then, on the sixth night without any kind of agreement, Arthur had a dream. He was with Diego recording the famous shower scene. But this time, in addition to Diego, all the other seven uncut Latin actors were also there, naked, around Arthur. When they all saw Arthur’s tiny shrunken penis, they laughed nonstop, saying they were sorry about that.

    All sweaty, Arthur woke up with a hard-on. He got up and, absorbed by his own status, looked for the ruler Diego had given him. In the mirror, Arthur measured himself again. A little over 5 inches. Looking at himself, Arthur was proud of the gains he had made in all these years. He was actually at his peak. Manly chest, the ideal amount of hair around his torso, his large arms, ripped abs, very firm thighs. Yeah, there was his average cock. Not a match at all to the big proportions he had achieved. As he turned around, he noticed his strong broad back tapering down to a narrow waist forming a V-shape. And then his bubble butt. Yes, it was really awesome. Firm, muscular, with two, big, round, hairy muscle cheeks. He remembered Diego fucking it. It became unbearable.

    He texted him. “I decided to make changes in the scene. You don’t need to bottom; the Giant Bull is going to be exiled. This is going to be your plot for the next season. Let’s talk, please.”

    Diego saw it and finally replied to him, with a location. It was a cabin in the woods, a little bit far away, north of where they lived. Arthur was supposed to reach him in the next evening.

    The veteran actor spent the next day excited. He phoned the producers and assured them everything would be settled. He went to the gym in his house, then dressed in his favorite clothes: a red and black flannel shirt and a pair of good old blue jeans, which made him look like a lumberjack. He was looking hot as fuck and he knew it.

    As he drove to the location, Arthur noticed that he was getting more and more aroused. He parked his car next to a motorbike, probably owned by Diego.

    It was a house made of dark wood, rustic, with a pleasant climate for cold days. It was so silent that Diego heard the noise of the car and opened the door to welcome Arthur. The Latin stud was dressed only in a white tank top, which highlighted his giant pecs, and pale blue shorts. It became clear, by looking at the bulge in his shorts, that he was not wearing underwear.

    Diego seemed receptive, but at the same time straight to the point. “Welcome to this house I rented. I am having fun all alone here. You are the first visitor. So, tell me Arthur, why did you come all the way?”

    Seeing Diego caress his own dick over his shorts made Arthur a little nervous: “Everyone wants you back on the show and I am the emissary. I can even modify more scenes here and we can discuss them.”

    “OK, hand me the new script and I send you a message later. You can leave.”

    “Wait. Read it. I wanna make sure you are gonna enjoy it.”

    “There is no need to pretend we have a good relationship. We’re not friends. Or… let’s assume you are just being a coward. What is the real reason you are here?” It was a direct question, which left Arthur disconcerted, especially because Diego’s visible dick line was all the bearded stud could see. Arthur stuttered to give an answer that sounded authentic. Diego continued:

    “I see you looking at it all the time, you moron. Say it. You came all the way for it, don’t you?”

    Arthur looked once more at Diego. He was leaning against the door of the house, annoyed. What a fucking insane bulge!

    Diego embodied masculine superiority. He had the strength, the muscles, the confidence, the fat monster cock. He had outmanned each and every man on Arthur’s life. Arthur shook his head in disbelief. Feeling himself sweating, he finally succumbed to his desires. He walked towards Diego’s direction. The muscular Latin was smiling confident as he heard his masculine idol say those words: “Hey, man. You won’t like the script. I haven’t changed it to satisfy you. In the end, we both know you are going to quit the series and we are never going to see each other again. So, can I see your cock again, please?”

    Grabbing Arthur by the chin, Diego concluded: “You are telling me you came all the way just because you wanted to see my cock. Right?”

    “Fuck! Yes. Yes!” Arthur was desperate but relived to admit it.

    “And why do you want to see it?”

    “Because… I like it… because… it’s big!”

    “I can show it you, Arthur. You just need to say: Sir, can I see it, please?”

    “… Sir… Can I see it… please?” As soon as he said those words, Arthur looked at Diego’s ripped physique. The muscular hairy man always had a particular attraction to younger handsome guys in their early 20’s. He enjoyed watching the progress of these guys submitting to his unquestionable power and success. His own looks matched this fantasy: he was tall, virile, bearded, hairy-chested and had a deep voice, which perfectly complemented his macho figure. During sex, he often liked to be called Sir.

    However, here he was caught in a complete role reversal because Diego also demanded he called him Sir. Although he was like the apex of everything a man aspires to be, Diego was just 25, younger than hairy bearded Arthur.

    “Sir, please, let me see it,” Arthur begged. Diego also knew it was time to be on full Dom mode again. It was what Arthur deserved.

    “Fuck, bitch, you are so desperate for my big cock. Here it is.” Diego lifted his shorts almost to his crotch and flopped his big dick out, through the left side. Suddenly, Arthur became starstruck. How Arthur missed it! He had been literally dreaming about seeing it again. The sheer weight, size, girth, and the superiority of that perfect cock. He had been resisting, but it was finally in front of him one more time.

    Seeing Diego naked was intoxicating and the bearded stud became harder than he ever remembered being. He was more than ready to worship that big cock one more time. But Diego had other plans. “Let’s be completely naked. Drop the pants. Your underwear also.”

    Ashamed of his dick, Arthur felt embarrassed to be exposed like that. He remembered the sensation of being mocked at, still vivid from his dream. After taking off the flannel shirt, displaying his muscular hairy torso, he begged: “Let me keep at least my underwear for a while. I thought you didn’t care for other cocks.”

    “I don’t. But you do. Your underwear must go.”

    Diego also took off his own tank top and shorts, before approaching the muscular hairy idol. Arthur gulped, noticing the way Diego’s big soft cock swung between his legs like a pendulum as his co-star walked towards him.

    Big-dicked Diego unbuttoned Arthur’s pants and lowered the jeans and the underwear all the way down to his knees. Uncomfortable, Arthur became completely naked. He tried to cover his hard-on with both hands, but Diego did not let him. “Already like that?,” Diego joked.

    There was no time for Arthur to dwell on this humiliation, as his muscular younger co-star pulled him next to his giant pecs and laced his own huge arms around Arthur’s back. Their jaws rubbed together as they pressed their lips in a violent kiss. Diego grope Arthur’s butt cheeks and immediately prodded Arthur’s hole with a finger. As a result, the bulky younger stud started to have an erection. He loved ass, but Arthur’s was his favorite.

    As the two extremely unequal-in-size cocks were pressed against each other, Arthur felt Diego’s cock throbbing, reaching dimensions much beyond average. Arthur’s hard dick wasn’t just much smaller. The unparalleled combination of thickness and length Diego had made any competition unfair. By the time Arthur opened his eyes and looked down to observe what was happening, Diego had his dick 100% hard, by far outmanning him in volume. The memories of it would always be a punch in his self-esteem.

    Truth is the comparison was a voiceless insult to Arthur’s own manhood. It wasn’t just those markings on the ruler that had bothered him so much. He was almost coming to terms with the fact that Diego’s cock was more than twice as big as his. But, as he was realizing at that moment, thickness could not be left out of this equation. And the thickness of Diego’s cock was mind-blowing. Arthur felt inadequately thin and envious. It was almost like a tiny pencil being compared to a bottle of wine. The younger stud’s cock was heavy and menacing, and, due to the humiliating contrast, Arthur’s penis looked even more humble and fragile. Diego, on the other hand, was proud, smiling like a true champ.

    “Do you honestly think I am that small?” a scared Arthur questioned, hoping for a satisfying answer.

    But Diego was not in the pity mood: “Bro, not only small. Thin. Come on… have you ever thought your cock was impressive? For real???”

    “I guess… it is small,” Arthur said, admitting it loud for the first time.

    “Great, bro. Embrace the truth. That thing is barely worth looking at. It is minuscule. Now that you have acknowledged your real size, be a good boy and kneel. Because not only your dick is fucking small, you also like big cocks, don’t you?” he asked rhetorically.

    Without further ado, Diego slapped repeatedly his cock against Arthur’s cheeks while bragging about its dimensions, letting Arthur even more envious. It became a brutal scene of small penis humiliation. As his younger rival verbally abused him, Arthur screamed of pleasure. Both his cheeks were hit by a monster cock. Nonetheless, he displayed a smile, poorly hidden by his beard. The manliest man in Hollywood was being tamed.

    “You will only open your mouth when I say to do it,” Diego said. The Latino hunk rubbed it all over Arthur’s face, marking it with his alpha scent. Arthur felt the sweat, the musk, the manly smell hitting his own nose, as he was becoming desperate to savor that fat piece of meat down his throat.

    The younger stud grabbed Arthur’s arm and compared his own cock to it. It was thicker than his forearm. Arthur had this crazed big cock-addicted look on his face. “Now open your mouth,” the Alpha commanded.

    Aware of his own giant size, Diego let him adjust for a while. The experienced actor seemed as scared as he was fascinated. “Did you think it was going to be easy, Arthur? This is a real man’s cock; it is nothing like your skinny little boy penis. Relax your throat.” Then, using his fingers, Diego helped to stretch Arthur’s cheeks so that his thick cock had an easier entrance.

    When Diego dragged Arthur near the wall, the rough scene became even more ruthless. The thickness of his rival’s cock was scandalous. The task of blowing him was proving to be much more difficult than Arthur imagined, but the famous actor was already inebriated. As his own mouth was turning into a cock ditch, Arthur gagged and cried, breathing through the nose as a way of prolonging the sense of satisfaction he was feeling.

    The olive-skinned man from Argentina stabilized Arthur’s face. It was the right thing to do, since Diego pushed his dick so hardcore, he thought Arthur could get a concussion from his head hitting the wall. When he finally pulled out the tip of his immense cock from his idol’s mouth, Arthur looked exhausted. “Did your jaw hurt?,” the top asked.

    “Yes,” Arthur said, looking hungry still. He had to let his mouth wide open for a long time. “Thank you, I loved it.”

    Diego realized that Arthur was no longer referring to him as “Sir,” so he used a trick that had always worked to impose authority: slamming his big dick against the palm of his own hand, as if it were a thick police baton. Impressed, Arthur realized the mistake instantly. “I loved it, Sir.”

    The big-dicked rookie actor towered naked over his hairy-chested rival. “Looks like I’ll fuck you again,” Diego said. Then, lifting Arthur by the waist, Diego placed the older hunk’s huge thighs over each of his shoulders and pressed Arthur’s torso against the wall. He then raised Arthur’s thighs a little higher so he could plant his face in that hairy crack.

    Diego kissed it passionately. It was a tongue bath, wetting a ring of sparse hairs. Diego was extremely talented at that, which Arthur thought it had to do with how greedy he was for his ass. This perception was indeed correct. Diego was the number one fan of Arthur’s bubble butt.

    The Iron Gladiator interpreter lost track of time as his asshole was doused with saliva from the only real top in the house. He was snapped out of the trance by Diego’s statement: “You are ready for me to fuck you again.” To fulfill this duty, he brought Arthur to the main bedroom of the house.

    The muscular younger man was the one in control as Arthur’s only fate was to endure the punishment for his previous behavior. But even the bearded older man was surprised he agreed with what would come next: the room was structured so that the fuck between them could be filmed, with Diego’s phone on recording mode placed on a tripod, well-positioned lighting devices and a screen that would reproduce whatever Diego wanted to record.

    Arthur froze but the younger stud tried to tranquilize him. “Of everyone I know you are the one who can’t run away from a camera.” Diego teased: “This video is private, but who knows if it’s going to end being an extra scene for the show someday? The Giant Bull fucks the Iron Gladiator. Come here, Arthur.” An obedient Arthur joined him in the bed.

    Diego was grabbing his fat cock with both hands. He had a cocky smirk, as if he always knew this was going to happen. “By now you have accepted that you are my sub. Your hole is always gonna ask for my cock. Always.” Arthur’s worst nightmare was happening. And yet it was proving to be better than any of his dreams.

    Showcasing his strength, Diego turned Arthur around and put his middle finger in his anus, playing with it. “Relax or the pain is going to be unbearable. You went crazy when I licked this. But now it is going to be the real thing.”

    The younger stud was on top of the world. This was going to be Arthur’s best performance on camera, and he was part of it. Calmly, Diego lubricated both his big cock and Arthur’s tight hole, giving him time to adapt. Teasing his bottom, the younger hunk circled the head of his cock around the area near the bearded stud ring. Then, suddenly, although slowly, Diego thrusted his cock in, counting aloud every inch that entered. Arthur was in pain, like he was being ripped from the inside. It was way too thick.

    When the top said the number 6, he teased his rival once more. “This is already more than you could do if you were as thick as me.” Arthur panicked from the thought he had not been fully entered. “There is more??? Fuck!!!! Fuck!!!” he screamed. The hung top gave Arthur time to breathe. He then started counting again. Each new number said aloud gave Arthur a necessity to worship him. At the 10.5 mention, when Diego was fully there, Arthur understood it was a path of no return. His hole would be forever owned.

    And then it happened. A popping sound, indicating the younger muscle man had reached a very sensitive area. Arthur almost lost his mind. It was a moment of absolute pleasure, of fullness, the best thing he had ever felt. Arthur’s inexpressive length prevented him to cause this level of pleasure to his bottoms, since only big cocks could reach there: Diego had hit what is popularly called the second hole.

    The first time they had sex it had been intense, but, to the surprise of both studs, this time they were reaching an upper level of frenzied fuck. Arthur’s moans seemed vulnerable, horny, almost desperate. They mixed with the sound of Diego’s huge balls hitting his ass, so heavy it was sure to leave bruises the next day.

    While he survived the hardcore thrusts, Arthur screamed so loud that Diego even stopped for a while to be sure he was okay. Arthur’s answer came in a plea for him not to stop. He was coming to grips with it, loving every second. It was the definitive round between him, 35 years old Arthur, and big-dicked Diego, the newcomer 10 years younger, the undisputable alpha between them.

    Pulling him by the hair, Diego commanded him to break his back like a bitch. Subservient, Arthur arched his back a little bit more to better accommodate Diego’s thick meat. For Diego, Arthur’s hairy bubble butt was screaming for a big red handprint, so Diego firmly slapped Arthur’s butt cheeks, making them sting.

    Stamina on both seemed endless. Arthur lowered his head, but Diego pulled him by the hair so he could look at themselves in the TV screen mirroring Diego’s phone. “See what we really are.”

    Having an out-of-body experience, Arthur complied. He saw it all: His bushy black beard, his bodybuilder frame, his legendary good looks, his muscular bubble butt, the spanking on his ass, Diego’s oversized shaft. He understood it. It was more than understanding, actually. It was acceptance, a complete embrace of his true persona. He saw himself being dominated by a true alpha top breeder and became thankful for that.

    That Latino man, with his bull balls full of cum, was the one born to fuck him. Diego was simply more dominant. Arthur would never forget that image in the camera and that feeling of overjoy. They were two massive mountains of muscles fucking, each one fulfilling a proper role. Dom vs sub, Alpha vs beta.

    He was castigating Arthur’s hole with powerful thrusts when he decided it was time for the final act. Pulling out his anaconda from Arthur’s used hole, Diego turned Arthur around, put the bearded man on his lap, and stood up. Arthur was surprised by the ease with which Diego carried him.

    Using just the strength of his own legs to create stability, Diego resumed the intense thrusts. It was hard to sustain Arthur in the air and, in doing so, Diego showed off his own thigh muscles. Besides, Diego’s swollen, veined biceps were proof that holding Arthur’s body in the air was like pumping iron. The young top growled like an animal, making Arthur feel violently fucked by a beast.

    Standing and carrying Arthur, Diego bred the Gladiator with powerful strokes. More than ten inches of a fat meat destroying a perfect hole. A match made in testosterone heaven.

    “Are you enjoying Daddy’s big cock?” Diego asked the older hunk. When Arthur answered “Yes, thank you, Daddy,” Diego knew it was his lucky day. The young Alpha then commanded him to say more things loud, because he liked to hear Arthur’s very deep voice. “Say my name,” Diego commanded and Arthur obeyed: “Diego. Diego. Fuck! I love your huge cock, Diegooooo.” For some reason, it was too much for the former top and he lost control. The Alpha had made him cum, uncontrollably, without using hands.

    With his balls full, the muscle Latin man announced he would join him. Continuing his hard thrusts, he drenched his idol’s entire hole with his thick, white sperm. Like a waterfall, his big dick didn’t stop gushing, which made him very proud of the huge amount of cum being released. It was an outburst of thick white liquid inside that famous hairy ass.

    While the last strips of cum were still dropping from the Gladiator’s beat up hole, Diego kissed Arthur’s neck and stopped the pounding, slowly pulling his gigantic cock out of that perfect hole. It had been the most animalistic sex they had ever experienced. Exhausted, Diego finally carried him back to the bed, resting his muscles, the camera still recording everything. He put the beefy bearded stud on the bed and laid down next to him.

    The younger stud finally got his request fulfilled. He pointed to the camera and commanded: “Show the damage Daddy’s big cock did to your ass.” The hairy-chested hunk complied, as the screen showed a gaping hole that was completely wide open.

    They both smiled, while Diego exhibited his fat cock, proud of his achievement. His member was weighty, still covered in cum. Arthur went down to kiss it, cleaning it with his tongue, like a proper sub.

    Spending the entire weekend in the cabin together, Diego fucked Arthur’s ass so many hours and in so many ways that, this time, both knew there would be no turning back. It had been the utter annihilation of Arthur’s alpha status as a top.

    Arthur’s training was complete. The obscene cock size difference, the verbal abuse, the extreme way his hole gaped, all of that would be forever recorded both in his memory and in Diego’s phone. He had been marked by the ultimate Alpha man. His hole had become a void, always in desperation to be fulfilled by Diego’s humongous cock. No other sex would ever give him the same level of pleasure. Resting on Diego’s big smooth pecs, Arthur had finally made peace with that.

    Epilogue

    Even fucking more and more intensely, their sex never became boring. Arthur had become a skilled cocksucker, almost able to deep-throat Diego. Almost.

    Like his alias in the series, Diego became the Bull for Miguel and Pedro. On their one-year anniversary, celebrated in front of Diego, Miguel, while fulfilling his role to lubricate their Bull’s cock, did not resist and sucked it, breaking a promise he had done to Pedro. His punishment, chosen by Pedro himself, was to be a bottom for Pedro, in a moment where the Cuban showed a rare top side. It was an isolated case. Whenever the three of them were together, Miguel remained docile, inoffensive, just celebrating the opportunity to see his boyfriend moaning just by being fucked in ways he never could do.

    Tired of playing the same character and wanting to face other challenges in his career, Arthur said he wanted to take a year off, without acting. He was the one who offered a solution, a spin-off centered on the figure of the Giant Bull, as he had had a huge positive impact on showbusiness.

    All the producers, crew and cast agreed with Arthur. The poster of the new TV-show was handpicked by Arthur himself: a shot of Diego folding his big arms across his chest, which accentuated his muscular smooth torso. Besides becoming the main executive producer, Arthur even directed some of the episodes. The co-stars of the show were good looking men, from all over the world. A more diverse cast, as the audience had wanted. The series delved heavily into Dom/sub themes, echoing what had been going on in Diego and Arthur’s personal life.

    Being the director, head writer and main executive producer of the successful TV show, Arthur was still the most popular gay hunk in show business. But this time he shared this title with his former rival, Diego, who also was the man who fucked him in the ass.

    The last scene of the final chapter was directed and scripted by Arthur alone. No film crew, no prior announcement, in complete secrecy. It was an encounter between the Iron Gladiator, a special guest star situation, and the main character, Giant Bull, in a lake with a waterfall in a Costa Rica jungle. The two had fulfilled their respective missions and finally met again.

    The plot twist was that Giant Bull had discovered the Gladiator’s whereabouts. According to the clan’s tradition, the only way for the Bull to reclaim his duty as the leader of the clan would be either to kill or to fuck the Gladiator.

    They engaged in a fight whose predictability was impossible, as both characters were strong and took turns in situations of apparent victory. When they were on the ground punching each other, the Iron Gladiator shouted a very assertive “I want you to fuck me in the ass now.” Arthur’s character, taking the initiative, pulled the Giant Bull’s hand towards his ass, an invitation for the leader of the clan of well-hung men to dominate the Spartan warrior.

    Sweaty and finally naked, the two bathed in the waterfall. Their muscular bodies blended through an aggressive, erotic kiss, to the delight of the viewers, who shipped them from day one. Arthur’s unimpressive dick even appeared side by side with Diego’s monster, publicly displaying the big versus small comparison that had tormented him so much before.

    The season ended with the powerful hairy-chested Gladiator sitting on the Bull’s lap, bouncing on his cock, as a demanding and masculine power bottom, until he was completely bred. After they both shouted their loads, the Bull placed a collar on the warrior, with the clan’s insignia, a gift never given to anyone outside the island before. It indicated that the bearded warrior would be welcome on the island, a permission to engage in all the activities, including the orgies, as well as being one of the Bull’s permanent bottoms. The viewers loved seeing Arthur in this role as evidenced by the audience and chapter rating.

    As occurred to them in real life, the result of this battle for domination was that there were no losers, both having understood the role they had to play. Satisfied, with his ass sore, the Iron Gladiator slapped the Latin hunk in the face and muttered: “Next time you call the shots.” Happy as ever, the big-dicked Bull smiled at him: “Oh, your ass is gonna be demolished.” The Gladiator finally stood up, still with the Bull’s thick cum inside his ass.

    “I know. And that’s exactly the reason I will be back.” It was Arthur’s last line. As he walked away, the camera took advantage of his perfect ass, moving farther and farther away from the smooth muscular body of the Bull, until the screen faded with the announcement that the Iron Gladiator would return next season.

    THE END

  • The Summer My Brother Came Home

    The northern Arizona mornings were starting earlier. The sun was now up and shining by 6. Finally, the air had started to warm. Making morning chores less of a pain. Just a hoodie and jeans were enough. The winter had been a bitch. The old barn was in need of a fresh coat of paint, I shook my head knowing I would be the one with scraper in hand, sure my stepbrother would be here every other weekend, and he never shied away from work, but still I was the teenager that lived here. And was always here.

     My Mother had met and married my stepdad when I was eight, that was ten years now. He was great, a hard-working man, he and Mom were great together. He filled a void, my father had been killed “OVER THERE” serving our country, I was 5, then. We moved here with my grandfather; he passed when I was 7. That year was difficult. Mom did the best she could, then Ken came to help with the boarded horses. And one thing led to another and 18 months later, Mom and Ken married. Mom went back to work at the hospital, and Ken took over here. He was a great horse man, I learned a lot from him, he and I talked about my dad. “Son I am never going to try to replace your father, but if you need anything you can come to me.” He held true to his word; I never did ask anything of him though. The few times he needed to discipline me, it was firm and fair. He was a sit down and talk sort of a guy. The rest of the time he just let me be a boy. Made sure he taught me what he could and encouraged me. He is a man of integrity and had a fun streak.

    Ken has a son his name, Kyle, Kyle lives in Phoenix with his mom, and 3 stepsisters, his mom had divorced her last two husbands and was single again, Kyle is quiet, but when he came every other weekend and for summers you could tell he was stressed out, once confiding in me that he really did not want to go home. Covid made things worse, four years ago he began staying at home and doing virtual school, same for me except. His mother was gone all day, so he became the one that had to make sure his sisters did their schoolwork and find ways of getting them out to play. He became their parent; we were only 14. For me it was easy, Ken would have me help in the early mornings and at about 8 he would say. “Johnny off with you, it’s time.” I would spend the next hours doing my schoolwork. Then I would come back out and do afternoon chores, I was basically alone all day, I knew Ken was around but, we never interacted. The deal was simple, I did my job, School, Ken did his. The ranch and farm. Then in the evening, he Mom and I would sit down for dinner, it was simple, but secure. When Kyle would come up Kyle and Ken would spend some time together. Mom explained that Kyle had to have time with his father, that life was not easy for him. So that was how it was. No drama, just life.

    Last week was our 18th birthday, Kyle and I were born 3 days apart, so for the last ten years, we celebrated our day together, Kyle would tease he always got two birthdays. Sometimes we would go on a day trip in Ken’s old Jeep, or just have some of my church friends over. Kyle and I always seemed to get along, until we were 16, Kyle came up one weekend and he just slept the whole time. Mom worried he was sick.  Overheard a conversation one night, Ken told my mom that he wanted to let the boy have the reins, he would reel him in if it got out of hand. I really did not understand. I did understand not to get involved.

    Ken and I were in the barn, he was always there well before I was, I brought him a fresh cup of coffee as I always did, He always smiled and thanked me. Then I was off to do my chores. Like I said, it was comfortable. I was mucking stalls, when I heard Ken’s phone ring. Then I overheard him say in a worried voice, “YOU stay right there, I will be down as fast as I can. Then he took off for the house at a trot. He called my mother before he got to the house. They went inside. A few minutes later Ken had a duffle over his shoulder, and he headed out in his truck in a big hurry. I was very concerned; Ken had always been unflappable. And he was definitely upset this morning. I decided to finish in the barn. I had an idea of what Ken did, but he never explained it, but he did keep a list. I was going over the list when Mom came in.

    “Honey come here please” she said, her eyes were puffy, I sat with her on a bench made of reclaimed wood and the tailgate of an old truck.” Johnny there has been a problem in Phoenix, Kyle’s mom was killed last night.” MY heart sank into my belly, I really did not know her, but she would come for birthdays and then once a month to drop Kyle off.  “What happened?”” Not sure yet but Kyle is a mess, I think it happened at the bar where she worked.” I did not know what to say. So, I just said, “Can you email the school that I won’t be online today, {I was still distance learning, it was easier} she nodded” Are you going to try to do Ken’s chores?” “Yes, mam” was all I said, we sat for a few more minutes in silence, Mom always did that, I think she was waiting for me to ask something. I finally got up and showed her Ken’s list, “do you have this?” “I think so,” “Okay thank you honey”, she kissed my cheek and went back to the house. An hour later she came out with some cut apples and a coffee, “Johnny I am headed to the hospital. Do you have your phone?” “Yes mam.”

    I spent the day wondering what happened. I did the best I could with the chores. I found the makeshift repair in the north pasture fence and got the tools out to do the proper repair, I will admit it was a struggle. But I managed to get the barbed wire pulled tight. I was headed back after loading the side by side. When I saw Mom pull in., she was early it was only 4 she was never home before 6. I drove up to her car. I just waited. She gathered herself. Then asked. “Can you take care of yourself for a few days?

    “Yes, I nodded, then asked, “What’s wrong?” “Kyles Mom was shot in a robbery at the bar where she worked. Kyle is struggling with his sisters, and well, Ken does not know what to do, so I am going to Phoenix. Kyle asked for help.” I said, “Well go. I have this.” She looked at me. “YOU sure?’ I said, “Go I can do this.”

    “Okay, Ken said if you need to go into town use his Jeep.” I nodded. {I usually drove moms’ car, Ken’s old truck when I was sent to the feed store or Ace hardware. I had used Ken’s Jeep once or twice, but it was understood that was off limits unless necessary.

    The next few days flew by, I knew I wasn’t keeping up Like Ken, but with school and chores I was doing everything I could. I did go into town twice for fast food, I decided to eat light so I wouldn’t have to clean the kitchen. On the fourth day I got a text from Mom. Coming home today. I rushed to make sure I did everything I could. It was getting late; I had to fix the old tractor and was covered in grease. I decided to shower in the outside shower so I wouldn’t make a mess in the house. I was rinsing off when Kyle came around the corner. We had seen each other naked before, we were boys after all, been skinny dipping in Flag River, and had seen each other in the shower before. But this time was different, He stopped and stared. I turned off the outdoor shower and wrapped a towel around me. “You, okay? “I asked, He just nodded that he was, but I could tell he was devastated. Not knowing what to say I just waited. he finally said, “I came down to tell you we’re home.” I nodded, “Hey I’m sorry” he got teary. And just nodded. I got dressed and we walked to the house. I could feel the pain.

    Ken smiled at me as I walked into the house. He quietly said the house looks good thanks; I nodded you’re welcome. He asked, “everything okay outside?”. I said, “I think but I have to go over some stuff.” He nodded and said, “Lets do it later.” I agreed with another nod. I went and grabbed my laptop and finished a math assignment. Ken came in and sat at the dinning room table, “got any questions?” “Don’t want to pry.”

    “Sonny we’re a family, no such thing as prying” “What happened?” Ken started with,” Well, Bonnie, worked as a bartender, one of the dancers got groped by a guy, then the bouncers were trying to get him out and the guy pulled a gun, he shot the dancer and a bouncer, but a stray round hit Bonnie in the head, she never knew it happened.” I asked, “Kyle?” Ken just said,” he is worried about the girls, but their father took them yesterday after the funeral.” “What can I do?” Ken put his hands out, “Just what you’ve been doing.” I gave him a yes sir. Then the customary sit in silence. Finally, I said, “I need to get some sleep”. Ken nodded.

    I walked upstairs, dropped my laptop on my desk, I heard Mom in Kyle’s room. He was crying. I imagined her holding him like she comforted me when Dad died. I knew the pain. I was glad Mom could be there for him. I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. I had just stripped to my drawers and crawled into bed when Mom came in. She smiled and said, “Good job here. Thank you, I nodded. And asked. “Kyle Okay?” she had a tear, “You know honey, its painful” I nodded.

    4am, I woke and headed for the bathroom. My morning wood sticking above the waist of my boxers. I looked in Kyles room, he was asleep. I made my way to the bathroom. Peed and brushed my teeth, got dressed. Then headed out for chores.  Brought the customary traveler of coffee for Ken and had mine all sugared up. I was grateful that it was Saturday. I found Ken sitting on the stool in front of the bench in the tack room. He was going over the receipts for feed and fast food I left laying out, I used an envelope for the change. He looked at me as I came in., he tapped the legal pad that held his list. “Good Job son, thank you, did you get your schoolwork done?” “Yes sir” he nodded his approval. “What do I need to know.” I told him about the hydraulic line on the tractor and told him how I fixed it, and how the come a long kept slipping as I fixed the fence. I asked him to double check my repair. He nodded and spoke. “I am sure it’s good, but we can have a look”. After relaying what I was able to accomplish and what I didn’t he said, “Thank you, it is good to know you’re a man that steps up when needed.” I was surprised, at the way he called me a man. We agreed that it was getting warm enough to get the brush hogging done on the road, I think he knew I always loved that chore. The old tractor was just fun to drive. Then he asked about the church dance. I shrugged, admitted had not given it any thought. He just said, “might be good for Kyle.” I agreed. I decided to tell Kyle about it later.

    I was finishing hooking the brush hog to the back of the ancient ford 9n tractor when Kyle came out to the barn. “Sorry I overslept” “Dude sleep all day if you need, it sucks I know, been there” he nodded. “Where is Dad?” I pointed to the north pasture. He started walking, I yelled. “Wait a sec.” I walked with him. I wanted to see if my repair to the fence was good. 30 acres later we found Ken surveying my repair. He just nodded and smiled. Ken asked. “You okay son?” directed at Kyle, he nodded,” I could use something to do” Ken said, “come on why don’t you two do the brush hogging, I’ll get the barn done.”

    Kyle and I spent the day brush hogging, taking turns walking checking for debris in the tall grass. And driving. At 3 we were done. We were covered in grass and mud. Mom and Ken had gone to town an hour before. As we unhooked the brush hog, I noticed my hydraulic line repair was leaking. I grabbed it and it let loose soaking us both in oil. We laughed. I was removing the line as Ken and Mom came home. They heard us being hysterical, and came over, Mom just stood with her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh at us. Ken did laugh, he handed me a new hose he picked up, “I had hoped it would have lasted!” he laughed. Kyle and I replaced the old line with the new. Ken said, boys were headed to the roadhouse for a drink you two get cleaned up. We’ll be late. “Can we use a car?” I asked. Ken said, “Sure, Where you off to?” “The dance if it’s, okay?” Mom said sure. Ken tossed me the keys to his truck.

    I had discussed the dance with Kyle earlier, he reluctantly agreed. We got the tools put up and I noticed the back of his sweat stained and oil-stained shirt. “Dude your back is soaked I laughed. He just laughed and pointed to the front of my shirt and pants. I grabbed two towels from the tack room. I stripped at the back door of the barn. And turned the shower on hoping the water would get hot. The old boiler in the barn was finicky, some time it worked, other times it was a freezing shower. Today it was so hot it steamed. Mom giggled as she got in the car to leave, she thought her two boys naked outside was funny. Ken just shook his head. He called us. Home by midnight boys. we waved our acknowledgement. Kyle was first under the shower head. He was about the same height as me we both had that farm boy physic thin but toned. He has a round bubble butt that I noticed for the first time last summer when we went for a dip in the creek. He was starting to get a hairy chest. Mine was bare as a baby’s butt. I became aware he noticed me comparing our bodies. He laughed. As he tried to soap the oil off his back. I grabbed the bar of soap and got it for him. I was enjoying the feel of his tight muscles. He just said. Uh better stop that I am liking it too much. I continued to massage his back he put his hands on the side of the barn and sighed at the feel of my hands, I got bold and soaped his butt he had oil going down his crack, I expected a protest, but he didn’t he stuck his bubble butt out farther. I massaged it even more. I noticed him stoking his hard 6inch member.  I was as hard as well after a few minutes he turned. We noticed each other’s hardness. As he rinsed his back, I soaped his front. I enjoyed the feel of his firm pecks and his abs. he had more hair covering his tool than I did, I stared at his engorged dick. I began to rub it clean.  He stared at me, “Ever done it?” I shook my head, I had eaten out Kimmy Taylor and she sucked me but that was one time a year ago. “You?” he nodded that he had.” “I Like it” he said as he stared at me. He began to rub soap all over me I turned and put my hands on the side of the barn, he soaped my back, then my butt, he paid special attention to my virgin hole, I felt his soapy finger invade my opening. It filled me and I moaned when he hit the spot. He tortured me with his finger. I moaned uncontrollably. As he removed his slick digit, I felt him kneel and soap my legs, he picked up my left foot and soaped it and fingered between my toes. I got so hard I thought I was going to explode without touching my rock-hard dick. He then paid attention to my right foot. And then up that leg. He rubbed my balls from behind. I almost screamed with pleasure as he rolled my balls with his fingers. He turned me. He was still on his knees. I was shocked when he took my shaft into his warm mouth, I screamed with pleasure and pulled out of his mouth, I whispered. I am about to go off. He sucked me back in I protested but he grabbed my cheeks and pulled me deeper as I unloaded down his throat. Oh god, I never felt anything like this before.

    The more I pulsed the more he sucked. Oh god I thought I was going to drown him in my cum. He just sucked me till I was spent and then continued to keep me hard. Oh, fuck I moaned. He finally released his vacuum on me. And I pulled my hardness from him he turned me again. I felt his hands soap my hole. I knew what he wanted and was still vibrating from my download in his throat. I felt a finger explore my depths, then two. Then oh my god I felt his tight abs against my back as his hardness slowly entered me. It burned at first. He stopped, as I relaxed, he pushed deeper. Then finally he hit that spot and oh my god I saw stars and felt myself completely give in to the fullness of his cock in me I stuck my skinny ass out  for him. He began to thrust.as he moved faster I could feel his balls slap mine. Then I moved with him faster and faster we went. I felt his ball tighten then his dick seemed to get thicker then it pulsed I moaned don’t stop. I could feel his swimmers searching my insides for their Momma. He kept it up long after he injected me with his children, He kept going till I felt my cock pulse then finally I had the first of many orgasms from my hole. I pulsed and pulsed my babies all over the barn and outdoor shower floor. Then finally he slowly wound down and stopped. His softening cock still filling my lubed crevasse. I felt his arms around me, the warmth of his breath on my neck and shoulder. I did not want this to end, neither did my stepbrother, we enjoyed our spent coupling until the boiler gave up and started delivering cold water to us. 

    That was the last summer we spent together, it was a wild time filled with fun and us filled with each other. I come home on leave from time to time, He lives on the property with his wife and twin boys. I am deployed all over and have many ports for the storms I encounter. But none more cherished than the summer my brother came home

  • The Challenge of Orion, the Defiant Demigod

    In modern times, the gods still roam the Earth, disguised among mortals. In this reality, there was Orion, a young demigod known not only for his courage but also for his arrogance. The son of Ares and a mortal woman, he had inherited the strength and pride of the god of war, but his ambition far exceeded the limits even Olympus could tolerate.

    Orion believed he was destined for something greater than the other demigods. He declared himself the most powerful of his generation and began gathering followers, both mortal and immortal, who also believed the gods of Olympus had ruled for too long. His goal? To dethrone Zeus.

    One day, at dawn, in a grand square in Athens, Orion issued a public challenge. He raised his voice, attracting a crowd, and declared his intention to confront the king of the gods. “Zeus!” he shouted, clenching his fists toward the sky. “If you are truly the strongest, then face me! Let’s see who deserves to rule!”

    The clouds above stirred, and thunder echoed in the distance. For a moment, there was silence. Orion stood firm, confident in his superiority. He had prepared for months, training tirelessly, even with the most powerful creatures he could find. He was ready to face the father of the gods.

    Then, from the sky, Zeus appeared. But instead of descending with lightning and thunder, he floated with a calmness that was almost unnerving, a glint of cunning in his eyes. His expression showed little interest in Orion’s challenge, as if this was just a trivial distraction.

    “Do you really think you can challenge me, boy?” Zeus asked in a voice as potent as thunder but with a calmness that sent chills down the spine.

    “Yes! I am the future. You no longer have control over this world!” Orion growled back.

    Zeus merely sighed, a faint smile forming at the corner of his mouth. He wouldn’t need thunder or his most famous weapon, the lightning bolt. Instead, he decided to show Orion the true extent of his power—not just brute strength, but total control over the reality around him.

    Without saying a word, Zeus extended his hand toward Orion. But instead of throwing a bolt, he closed his eyes and activated an ancient power, little known even among the gods: the telepathic manipulation of matter. He focused on the area of Orion’s stomach, controlling the substances within the demigod’s body with surreal precision.

    Orion, who had initially prepared to feel an electric shock or a crushing wave of power, suddenly felt growing discomfort in his guts. His face twisted in confusion. Then, before he could do anything to control it, his stomach began to churn.

    Orion’s eyes widened, and the crowd also began to notice the change in his posture. The demigod, who minutes ago appeared confident and unbeatable, was now hunched over, with a look of panic on his face.

    “Zeus… what are you…?” Before he could finish his sentence, the inevitable happened. A shameful sound echoed through the square, and the proud hero found himself unable to stop the disaster. His legs trembled as he, quite literally, “soiled his pants,” his armor stained, and an unbearable smell filled the air.

    The crowd, perplexed for a second, burst into laughter. Orion’s pride dissolved in that moment. He, who had dared to challenge the king of the gods, was now humiliated before everyone, his body betrayed by his own intestines under the control of the supreme god.

    Zeus, floating in the air, looked at Orion with a mixture of disappointment and amusement. “You may be the son of Ares, but remember, boy… you are still only half a god. Perhaps one day you’ll understand that true strength lies not only in battle but in control.”

    With nothing more to say, Zeus disappeared into the clouds, leaving Orion alone, demoralized, and covered in shame. The demigod vowed never to challenge the gods so recklessly again, especially Zeus, whose power was beyond mortal—or even divine—understanding.

    And thus, the legend of Orion did not spread because of his heroic deeds, but because of the day he dared to challenge Zeus and ended up paying the most humiliating price possible.

  • The Defeat of the Hero League

    Twilight of the Greatest Hero

    The sun was slowly setting over the metropolis of Arctis, tinting the skyscrapers with reddish hues as the city, accustomed to seeing colossal figures crossing the sky, continued its rhythm in a world where heroes were part of everyday life. Peace reigned under the protection of the League of Heroes, an alliance formed by Earth’s most powerful defenders, whose mere existence was enough to maintain order across almost the entire planet. Yet, even in this stable scenario, threats emerged that challenged the limits of heroism — and none compared to the confrontation that was approaching. Atop the city’s tallest building, a battle was unfolding, about to explode with the force of a cataclysm capable of changing the fate of Arctis forever.

    Maximus Valor, known as the invincible hero of Arctis, loomed over the city. His physique was an impressive combination of strength and elegance: muscles firm as steel, skin slightly golden in the evening light, and an aura that exuded unshakable confidence.  He wore a white suit with gold details that sparkled in the light, and an imposing red cape fluttered behind him as a symbol of bravery. His piercing blue eyes shone with the determination of someone who swore to protect his land at any cost. Married and deeply in love with his wife—who, unbeknownst to him, was expecting a child—Maximus risked his life every day to save the city, facing dangers with a courage that made his legend even more alive among the citizens. His presence was more than protection: it was hope incarnate. He was a supernatural being of the first generation, the first individuals to manifest powers after a cosmic storm that impacted the planet. The essence of his ability is to store solar energy, which makes his body almost indestructible, to cast rays of sunlight, to fly, and to have strength far beyond that of humans.  Being an individual with powers is not something fascinating in this society, but Maximus stood out, a lucky man who, like all lucky men, was full of pride and could only see himself as a God, in sex, in his work as a hero and in everything that concerns any other normal man. 

    At the other end of the roof, the villain Archimimo waited, wrapped in a dark imposingness. He was a tall man, with an erect posture and a penetrating gaze, wearing a tight black lycra suit with dark gray details, similar to Maximus’s, but with a menacing aura. The long cape, made of a thick, pitch-black fabric, waved behind him like the shadow of his intentions. His skin was white, in contrast to his eyes of an intense and evil green that seemed to shine with supernatural energy. The angular features of his face, marked by a cold and precise smile, reflected a meticulous cruelty.  Archimmus did not rely solely on physical strength — he was a master of dark magic, capable of distorting reality with treacherous illusions, erecting energy barriers, and manipulating the environment to his advantage, mirroring Maximus’ powers in a perverse way, since his power comes from his knowledge of magic and spells and not from a natural source like that of the hero Maximus. 

    The night before, Maximus had faced an unexpected situation. A robbery was taking place at a local bank, and he could not help but intervene. He arrived at the scene and quickly identified the robbers, who were armed and in full action. The hero advanced quickly and efficiently, taking down one robber after another with precise blows and unmatched strength. The environment was chaotic, with shots being fired and screams of panic mixing with the sound of breaking glass. The hero’s every move was a combination of technique and power, and he neutralized most of the criminals, deftly protecting the civilians.  However, the contents of the vault, an asteroid that fell to Earth when the first supernatural individuals manifested their powers, had disappeared. The Watcher, a hero and philanthropist and personal friend of Maximus, used satellites to track the residual energy of the small stone, which led Maximus to question Archimimo, the mastermind behind the heist.

    — Maximus Valor… — Archimimo called, his voice low and grave, filled with restrained contempt, like the thunder that precedes a storm. — I knew you would come. You were always predictable.

    “And you were always a cowardly threat,” Maximus retorted, his eyes fixed on his enemy, his jaw tense. — But today that ends. For the city.

    The silence that followed lasted less than a second, before both advanced like colliding hurricanes. Maximus launched a brutal punch, fast as lightning, but Archimimo spun his body with sinister elegance, dodging it by centimeters, and responded with a blast of dark energy that threw the hero against a nearby wall. The impact cracked the concrete, but Maximus jumped up, already counterattacking with a sequence of kicks and punches that forced the villain to retreat. The sound of the blows echoed through the heights of Arctis, mixing with the roar of the wind and the thunder that formed above. Archimimus, without losing control, raised his hands and distorted the air around him—fragments of solid shadow took shape, shooting like arrows of darkness toward the hero. Maximus dodged with difficulty, his red cape now torn, his eyes burning with the fury of someone who knows what is at stake. The ground shook beneath their feet, shrapnel flew, and the two spun in a deadly choreography, where each movement could be their last. The sky seemed to collapse along with the city—heavy clouds gathered, lightning crossed the sky, and the rain began to fall, lightly at first, as if the world watched, in silence, the decisive battle between light and darkness.

    Then Archimimus revealed his trump card. From a hidden compartment in his black robes, he withdrew a small stone that emitted a pulsing green light, cold and alive as poison. The mineral, recently stolen from a city bank, radiated a distorted energy, almost identical to the one that, years before, had transformed Maximus into the symbol of strength in Arctis—but now, it was like a shadow of that, charged with hatred and corruption. Without even touching it, Archimimus lifted it with a slight movement of his hand, holding it in the air with telekinesis, and aimed it silently at his enemy. The light from the stone enveloped Maximus like an invisible prison, and the effect was almost instantaneous. His muscles, previously firm and full of strength, began to tremble uncontrollably, as if they were being drained from within. A deep pain spread through his body, not like a blow, but like a slow, humiliating collapse—the fiber of his strength crumbling one by one. His legs gave way first, unable to support his own weight; his shoulders slumped soon after, and his arms began to hang as if they were carrying tons. Maximus fell to his knees, not like a wounded warrior, but like a man overcome by his own impotence. It wasn’t just the loss of his powers that hurt him—it was the shock to his identity. For the first time, he didn’t see himself as the invincible protector of Arctis, but as someone small, fragile, and exposed. The shame burned as hot as the radiation. The one who had once soared above the skies as a symbol of hope could now barely stand up in front of the enemy who looked at him with contempt. His cock felt like it was shrinking in the fabric of his underwear, his eyes were dry, his ass hurt at the same time that his asshole seemed to burn as his body destabilized.

    The hero tried to resist, but his movements became slow, heavy, as if the weight of his own body was too much to carry. The radiation emitted by the stone eroded his strength with silent cruelty, weakening every fiber of his once unshakable muscles. He lay on the ground, his muscular body contorting in involuntary spasms as he struggled to understand what was happening. “How… did you do this to me?” he whispered through clenched teeth, trying to drag himself along, his arms shaking, without the strength to even support his own torso. “I… can’t get up…” he murmured, his voice failing, drowned in frustration and pain. Before he could say anything else, Archimimus approached him silently, looking at him as if observing something broken. Without saying a word, he reached out and, with his telekinetic power, lifted Maximus by the neck. The hero’s body bent, without the strength to react, his rigid muscles now just dead weight in the enemy’s hands. His eyes rolled back, consciousness fading, until he passed out completely. Archimimus then released him into the air—not with contempt, but with calculated calm—and, before the hero fell, grabbed him by the red cape and took him with him, floating between the buildings to the roof of a skyscraper in the city center, plunged into the silent night. When Maximus came to, he was coughing with difficulty, his eyes half closed, and could barely emit more than low, hoarse moans, trying to attract attention, but being completely ignored by the villain, who observed the city below as if the world were already in his hands. When he entered the penthouse, the apartment was empty, with no furniture, only chains on the ceiling, a retractable chair, cameras on tripods, and spotlights. The entire floor was covered in white paper, and the villain tied the hero’s hands with the chains that fell from the ceiling. Maximus was hanging by his arms without his feet touching the ground. The hero began to blink in front of the spotlights, and his consciousness was returning.

    “There’s no escape, Maximus,” Archimimus murmured, his voice low and firm, as he removed from a metal case a syringe filled with a thick, dark liquid that reflected the light like contaminated oil. “What I’m going to do now is something that not even your worst enemies had the courage to try.” His tone was calm, almost didactic, like that of a surgeon who knows exactly where to cut. Maximus, still weak and barely supporting his own body, tried to crawl backwards, but his hands only slid over the rough concrete of the roof. When the needle pierced his skin, he let out a hoarse groan—not of pain, but of helplessness. The substance invaded his veins like liquid fire, and within minutes, an intense pressure began to form in his abdomen, growing from the inside out as if something there was expanding against his will. He dug his fingers into the ground, clenched his teeth, trying to maintain his composure, but the sensation was devastating: waves of discomfort made him shiver, his muscles tensed in involuntary spasms, and sweat ran down his forehead as if his own body was fighting to purge what had been injected. Maximus, Arctis’ symbol of resistance, felt his dignity drain away along with his control. His face, contorted with effort, revealed not only the physical pain, but the intimate horror of realizing that there was nothing he could do to stop what was coming—and that, in front of Archimimus, he was just a defeated man. He writhed in the chains, at the same time he felt the sweat of his body taking up the gaping gap of his tight lycra uniform, his buttocks slid a nanometer, and he urinated the rest of the water in his body, just a few drops into his white underwear, the pressure in his stomach increased, and he could feel the tension descending towards his lower parts. “What did you inject into me?”, said the hero. “Just a laxative developed with the powder that takes away your powers” said the villain without paying much attention, almost as if he were answering a scientific question and irritated the villain with the comment: “Maximus, I think you’ve never seen a strong adult man filling his underwear with shit? Like a child?”.

    Maximus’ face flushed as he struggled to contain his growing need, feeling shame and despair mix into a wave of humiliation that invaded his thoughts — the mere idea of losing control of his own body in front of Archimimo, the villain who delighted in his weakness, was mental torture. Another tension formed in his stomach, but this time it descended to the lower part of the hero’s body quickly. A muffled sound of defeat marked the moment the hot, viscous liquid forced its way out of the hero’s ass. The semi-solid mass crept up the hero’s strong ass and saturated his pants and underwear, the space between his ass and the fabric of his underwear quickly filling. The hero felt the hot mass touching his hair, the weight of his pants increasing at the same time as the volume of the back of his uniform also grew. Maximus let out a moan, and the word “viscous” left his mouth in a weak and awkward tone. But it wasn’t the end, but a sharp pain touched his stomach, but the tension soon undid with a sound of a faucet opening, the hero’s second accident was liquid, falling quickly over and accumulating with the accident already existing in his underwear, this time he took the paths and his balls and penis also plunged into the hero’s own shit. his pants were now dripping onto the white paper. As a tear came out of our hero’s blue eyes, the villain laughed softly behind one of the cameras. “I think you need a diaper Hero.”

    After a while of torment, Archimimo approached, keeping his triumphant gaze fixed on Maximus. Without saying a word, he had difficulty finding the division between the hero’s shirt and the lycra, he reached in to grab the elastic of the hero’s underwear and gave him a wedgie, lifting his previously white underwear to reveal its heavy and still full contents, which weighed down. The fabric, saturated and swollen, cruelly exposed the magnitude of the humiliation, transforming his defeat into a degrading spectacle. The villain pulled the underwear further, and the shit contained was squeezed out from under the hero’s balls, spilling even more into his pants, and the pain and humiliation that Maximus felt made him groan loudly and faint. 

    With calculated coldness, Archimimo moved his hands causing all the spotlights to go out, leaving the hero hanging, fainted and defeated in the dark. His phone rang, he floated past the window and seeing the city on the horizon, he answered the phone. His voice was calm, but it held a tone of victorious satisfaction.

    “Everything is going according to plan. Maximus Valor is completely defeated. The victory is mine and it was broadcast on national television.”

    He hung up the phone and night began to settle over Arctis, marking the beginning of a new era of darkness for the hero who had once been a symbol of hope and invincibility.