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“Hunter it’s 2am.”

“I know that, Jack. I’m not an idiot.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I need you to pick me up.”

“Pick you up? What?”

“Listen, I’m too drunk to drive and I don’t have a way home.”

“Uber.”

“No. Come get me.”

“Can’t you call your dad?

“No, Jack. I can’t call my dad at 2 in the morning and tell him I’m too drunk to drive, he’ll kill me. Don’t be stupid.”

“You’re an adult, Hunter…”

“Jack, come get me.”

“Hunter…”

“You’re pissing me off Jack. Get your ass out of bed and come get me, now!”

“Fuck. Where are you?”

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“Thanks, Jack,” Hunter said with a smile as he got into Jack’s car. Jack had thrown on a pair of jeans, old t-shirt and a ball cap. He didn’t care what he looked like at 2 am.

Hunter shut the door. He looked over at the handsome man and grinned. Seeing Jack wearing his ball cap always made Hunter slightly weak in the knees. He scored big finding a man like Jack who was big, built, handsome, and older.

The inside of the car was overcome with a strange scent. Jack waved his hand in front of his face. “God, you reek of booze and weed,” he said with a scowl. “You’re gonna stink up my car.”

Hunter grinned, his perfect snow-white teeth gleaming. “Aw, come on, Jackie,” he said, very cocky. “Don’t be like that. I’ll make it up to you.”

Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I’m sure you will,” he replied sarcastically. “So, where am I taking you?” he asked the boy.

“What do you mean? Back to your house,” Hunter replied with a cocky sneer.

“Huh?” Jack asked confused before he realized what Hunter was assuming. Jack shook his head and said, “No, Hunter, I have a busy morning. I can’t stay up all night and..”

“Back to your house, JACK,” Hunter stated plainly. He looked at Jack with a serious face. Hunter made direct eye contact that signified not to challenge him. Hunter knew how to manipulate the older man, make him bend to his will.

Jack wanted to say something, but he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t ever say no to Hunter. He tried on several occasions, but it never came to fruition. He looked at the handsome boy and felt a twinge in his stomach that made him feel strangely horny. God, he’s so fucking beautiful.

Jack sighed and turned the car around to go the other direction. “Fine.”

Hunter shook his head and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. “Why do you even try to say no to me?” He was amused that Jack always tried to play the more mature guy who should be more in control but just couldn’t seem to find his footing when it came to Hunter.

“Because I keep thinking someday I’ll say no and it’ll stick,” Jack replied, his tone grumpy.

Hunter scoffed and said, “That’ll never happen, and you know it. You’re not capable of saying no to me.”

Jack shook his head again. He looked at the kid and back to the road several times before blurting out, “Why are you like this?

“Like what?” asked Hunter, but he knew what Jack meant. He smiled waiting for the man’s answer. This wasn’t the first time Jack went off on him, but it rarely happened.

“Selfish, arrogant, cocky, conceited, entitled,” Jack listed off.

Hunter shrugged. “Because I can be,” he stated. “Bro, look at me. I’m hot as fuck. Besides, all those things are what you like about me. If you didn’t like them, you wouldn’t be here. I called you in the middle of the night and you did what I told you to do. You’re a pussy. Thought you knew that.”

Jack knew he was correct. Jack did like all those things about Hunter. Jack had always had a submissive side, but that usually came out only once in a while with men his own age. But with younger guys, he’d started to seek out the dominant ones. Hunter was by far the most dominant of any man of any age Jack had been with.  The flawless youth and beauty, his strong, muscular body, his confident inflated ego was sexy to the older man.

“I’m starting to regret it,” he said under his breath.

Hunter scoffed again. “Fuck, bro. You’re twice my age. Where are you gonna find another dude half your age like me?”

Jack turned to him and frowned. He had been with many younger guys like Hunter. Jack knew younger guys were attracted to him, so he never had an issue fucking around with dudes half his age. However, although they looked like Hunter but didn’t act like him. The kid radiated alpha.  “Hey, I have no problems at all finding guys your age,” he said clearly annoyed and offended. “Look at me. I’m also hot as fuck,” Jack said mimicking Hunter, “there’s plenty of guys like you out there with daddy issues and I can have my pick, no problem. It’s just the one sitting in my car that’s giving me issues.”

“That’s not what I asked. Yeah, you’re hot as fuck. I know you can get any boy you want, but what you won’t fine is another boy like ME.” Hunter was extremely attractive. He looked like he could be a fitness model, and he knew it. He was one of those kids that was just naturally confident. He knew what he looked like, and he knew how to use his looks to get ahead. He also had a sadistic streak in that he got off on dominating guys any age, but he preferred dominating older men. He found it more challenging and more satisfying. He was a true alpha in every sense of the word. He got it from his father who pounded it into his head that Hunter was better than anyone else, he could have anything he wanted, and he could have whomever he wanted. When Hunter came out to his dad, the man just gave him a proud smile, patted him on the shoulder and said very seriously, “Just never let another man fuck you.” Hunter smirked back and said, “Don’t worry. I’m an ass man.”

“Fuck, you are full of yourself.” Jack had never found a boy like Hunter. No guy half Jack’s age had ever made him feel more submissive, so well fucked, so inferior, so used, for his body and his wallet, but he liked that.

“Jack, how many young tops do you see with older bottoms?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Not many. You like it when I take control, tell you what to do. You love my body. You love the way I fuck you. Tell me you don’t love it.”

“Hunter,” Jack started. He was tired and frustrated.

“Tell me,” Hunter demanded.

Jack was silent. He looked at Hunter and then back to the road. He sighed and replied, “Fuck. You’re right. About everything. Happy?”

“Good boy.” That made Jack’s stomach flutter. He loved it when the boy who was half his age called him a ‘good boy.’

“I can get a younger top any time I want, but for some reason, I keep coming back to you,” Jack said.

“Jack, I told you what makes me different than the others… I treat you like you want to be treated. They don’t.

“I know, I know,” Jack said with a slap of his hand on his steering wheel in frustration. “If you weren’t the hottest fucking boy…”

“And if you weren’t the hottest fucking daddy I’ve, I wouldn’t give your ass the time of day,” Hunter said, condescending and serious.

It’s true. When Hunter met Jack, he almost gasped out loud at how perfect the man was for him. Finally, a man with the size and strength to handle Hunter’s aggressive dominance. He liked how Jack looked “straight” and masculine. He carried himself with confidence, but Hunter knew that wouldn’t last for long. It was all a show.

To Jack, Hunter was perfect. He was shorter, athletic, and jacked. His blonde hair was thick. His lips were pink and puffy. His face was model-handsome. But Jack knew Hunter was not inexperienced when it came to older men or sex.

“I’m not stupid, Hunter. I know I’m not the only “daddy” you have on a leash.”

“Just because an older dude is hot, doesn’t mean I’m into him. He has to be able to handle me.”

Jack guffawed and said, “You mean handling your mood swings, your huge ego, your constant demands, entitled…”

“Careful, Jack. Show me some respect,” Hunter said sternly, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t talk to me like that or I’m not going to put my dick in you tonight.”

Jack nodded and looked frustrated. “I believe I told you I was fine with that,” he countered.

Hunter scoffed and smirked. “Bro, you can’t say no to me, remember? That’s why I keep you around. I call and you come running. Every fucking time.”

Jack frowned. Hunter was right. There’s no way Jack was going to turn down sex with Hunter. The kid just checked off too many boxes. “Fuck,” Jack muttered. Sometimes Jack thought if Hunter wasn’t such an entitled little prick, he would be someone to date.

Hunter leaned in close. He put his hand on the back of Jack’s neck and slowly squeezed. “When we get to your place, I’m gonna slide up inside you and fill you so full of me. Gonna fuck you nice and slow. Take my time. You like that,” the kid told him; his voice was low and sexy. He gave Jack a kiss on the neck.

Jack closed his eyes and shivered at the talk and the kiss. “Uh huh,” he mumbled. His dick was getting hard.

“Fuck my little bitch nice and slow, tell you how hot you are, how nice your ass feels wrapped around my cock. You want that, Jack.”

Jack nodded. “Fuck. Yes.”

“Then I’m gonna load you up with my boys. Mess all over your insides,” Hunter growled before licking the man’s neck and ear. Jack loved getting his ears licked.  

Jack adjusted his hard cock. He sighed and snarled at the boy. “God. I hate you.”

Hunter gave Jack’s cock a squeeze. “Don’t hate me. Hate yourself for being a little bitch.”

Hunter took Jack’s hand and led him into the house. Jack lost his breath a little when Hunter took his hand and took control. He looked at Hunter’s muscular forearm. He loved the vascular, musculature of his boy’s arms. Hunter knew his way around Jack’s house because he’d been there a hundred times to fuck. Jack was amused at how Hunter just made himself at home whenever he was there. He’d throw his jacket over the couch, scour the fridge, pour himself a beer, toss his shoes on the floor, dishes left in the sink. Jack liked to watch him do it. He liked the way the kid moved, the way he walked, the way he carried himself. Hunter was always aware, always on point, always in charge. Without even looking back at Jack, Hunter led him into the master bedroom, the older man following as if he had no will to do otherwise. Jack took in the muscle boy’s wide shoulders, strong back, and bubble butt. Hunter spun around and took Jack in his arms and kissed him. Jack melted in the boy’s arms because there, he felt at home.

Hunter broke the kiss and growled, “Fuck, you’re so hot, Jack.”

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Jack replied. His heartrate was thumping.

“Can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”

“Fuck, kid. I want you so fucking bad.” Jack hated that he wanted the sexy kid so badly.

Hunter stepped back, he put his palms on Jack’s big chest and shoved him back. Jack fell back onto the king-sized bed. Hunter leapt on top of him, straddling Jack’s waist, and pinned his hands over his head before Hunter slammed his mouth down on Jack’s. They feverishly made out, both made animalistic sounds from their throats. Jack’s hands massaged Hunter’s muscular back, his traps, his neck. He could feel the kid’s strong hands wrapped around his wrists, holding them down over his head. Jack loved the feeling of the hard muscle, the aggressiveness, the control this boy had.

Jack looked up at the boy. He couldn’t believe he had such a beautiful boy on top of him. Hunter was half his age but had the attitude of a man years older. Whoever his parents were, they obviously nurtured his growing ego, must have told him all the time that he was the best, the smartest, most attractive kid around. They spoiled him. Maybe his dad was the same way. Jack just knew that Hunter was 100% sure of himself and that turned Jack on so much. God, he wished Hunter was more stable, he’d be perfect boyfriend material. Jack knew he had been manipulated that night. Hunter knew Jack would do anything for him.

Jack chuckled. “You didn’t need me to pick you up, did you?” Jack asked him between kisses.

Hunter gave him a cocky smirk and replied, “No.”

Jack rolled his eyes and chuckled. “You just wanted to fuck me,” he stated.

“Yes,” Hunter replied. He slowly humped his cock against Jack’s.

“Why didn’t you just text me and come over?”

“Because I like making you do things you don’t want to do. I like seeing a grown-ass man take orders from a kid half his age.”

“You’re an asshole,” Jack said smiling.

“I know,” Hunter whispered. “By the way, you’re taking me back to my car on your way to work.”

“Yeah, I figured I would be.”

“Good boy,” Hunter growled before kissing him again.

They made out for a long time, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Hunter wanted to crawl inside the gorgeous man and never leave. Hunter knew he was a dick but the fact that Jack didn’t care, even craved it, made it all worth while. Hunter maneuvered the man around into any position he liked, he knew Jack would do it.

“Take your fucking clothes off,” Hunter growled. Jack instantly started shucking his clothes until he was naked. Hunter watched him, loving how turned on the man was. Jack lay back and looked up at Hunter like he was worshipping him. Hunter took his clothes off slowly, deliberately, revealing each sexy part of himself in his own time. He was teasing Jack. Hunter wanted him to be so hard it hurt. Finally, Hunter was standing next to him, naked, his cock pointing straight up. Jack licked his lips as he stared at the cock that was going to be inside of him very soon.

“Why are you not sucking my cock?” Hunter asked him sternly with a scowl.

“Yes, sir,” Jack said as he scrambled to the side of the bed, swung his legs off the side, his face directly in front of the thick cock. He dove onto it, burying it in his mouth, down his throat. He stroked the bottom part of the shaft as he deep throated the top. He felt the hard, cylinder of flesh in his mouth, it was so warm and soft, yet hard.

“Eyes up here, boy,” Hunter snarled with a smack on the top of Jack’s head. Hunter loved seeing the muscular man on his knees with a dick in his mouth and his blue eyes looking up at him in submission. Hunter was euphoric with the power he had over the ruggedly handsome man who was old enough to be his own father. He loved knowing that he had control over another man who could have had kids of his own, even a kid the same age as Hunter. He was taking a man’s power from him, making him subservient, making him want to give Hunter his body and soul. He watched the man suck him off. Hunter grabbed a handful of Jack’s hair and held him still while he fucked the man’s face. He heard Jack gagging and struggling and it made Hunter almost shoot inside Jack’s mouth. But he didn’t want to waste a load there. He pulled Jack’s head away from his dick. Jack looked hurt and disappointed, but he continued to be on his knees, looking up at the boy, waiting for his orders.

“What are you fucking looking at, bitch? Get back on the fucking bed,” Hunter said to him with a scowl and a slap to the side of the head. Jack hurried back on the bed and lay back. Hunter crawled up on the bed. “Open,” he said. Jack opened his legs wide. Hunter moved up between the older man’s legs. “Up,” Hunter said, and Jack instantly lifted his legs high. “Spread,” Hunter said, and Jack spread his legs wide exposing corded muscled hamstrings, round calves, a nice smooth ass. “You’re a good boy, Jack,” he said satisfied. Jack smiled at his words. “You’re my good boy, Jack. Right?” Hunter said to him as he lined up his cock with Jack’s hole.

Jack nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

Hunter reached out and grabbed each of Jack’s ankles. “You like my dick inside of you, Jack?”

“Yes, sir,” Jack replied and licked his lips.

Hunter applied pressure with his dick to Jack’s hole. He watched Jack’s face scrunch at the pain. This is what made Hunter sadistic. He got off seeing Jack in pain because it was his dick causing it.

“There you go, Jack,” Hunter whispered calmly as he pushed through the outer ring. Jack flinched and then he hissed. Hunter whispered, “Good boy. Relax, Jack. Be a good boy and relax.”

Jack nodded. “Yes, sir. I’m trying, sir.”

“I know you are, baby boy. You’re doing so well, Jack.” Hunter pushed more of his cock in. He closed his eyes as he reveled in the tightness around his cock.

“Fuck,” Jack whispered. He opened his eyes and stared up at Hunter. Jack took some deep breaths and let them out. Then he looked up at Hunter with determination in his eyes. Hunter knew Jack was going to do whatever he could to get that dick in him as soon as he could.

Hunter nodded slowly, almost proud of his man-boy for trying so hard to satisfy. He pulled Jack’s legs in and then pushed them forward, propping them up on his shoulders. He leaned down and let gravity do it’s thing. His cock sunk down whether Jack wanted it to or not. Jack gasped and his face turned red. “Good boy,” Hunter told him as he bottomed out. Jack was frozen, his eyes wide, his mouth agape. “Get used to it, boy,” Hunter said soothingly.

“Yes, sir,” Jack struggled to say.

Hunter felt him relax and then the biggest smile appeared on Jack’s face. “That’s my good boy,” Hunter said before leaning forward and kissing the man.

“Fuck. You’re so big. Every fucking time,” Jack said while a look of ecstasy on his face.

Hunter put his forehead against Jack’s. “Tell daddy what you want,” he whispered softly.

Jack swallowed hard. “Fuck me,” he whispered back.

“Tell me you want daddy to fuck you.”

Jack felt a flutter in his chest. “Please fuck me, daddy.”

Again, that made Hunter want to shoot hearing this 40-year-old man calling him daddy in his deep baritone voice.  “You’re such a good boy, Jackie. Daddy’s got you.”

Jack loved that Hunter was his ‘daddy.’ The role reversal was so erotic. The older bottom was the boy, and the younger top was the daddy.

Hunter began a nice slow fuck. Each retreat and thrust made Jack gasp or grunt. Jack loved getting fucked by the young stud mainly because the younger they were, the more aggressive they became, all that staying power. It was like the young ones had something to prove and maybe Hunter did. Maybe he was trying to prove himself to someone important. Maybe he was just showing me he was in control.

The slow fuck didn’t last, and Hunter began an onslaught. He pounded into the man’s muscled butt with a fierce storm of swear words. Jack held on around Hunter’s thick neck as the kid slam-fucked his insides.

“Fuck!” Hunter yelled to him. “Love pounding your fucking boy hole!”

Jack was grunting and groaning. His breath labored. “Fuck yeah, daddy!” he said over and over.

“You my little bitch boy?” Hunter asked him while fucking him hard.

“Yes, sir! I’m such a bitch for you, Hunter. I never want to stop being your bitch!” Jack replied. “Fuck me,” he begged.  Jack wasn’t lying. He loved being Hunter’s bitch. He loved everything about Hunter. He could stay in this place forever.

Hunter watched the gorgeous man under him beg for more fucking. This older man, twice his age, muscular and ripped, the epitome of masculinity, on his back, legs up, begging Hunter for his young cock. Jack was his perfect man, everything Hunter wanted in a man. Truth is, Hunter lived for these moments he could be with Jack. Sometimes, he wished they could be more, but he wasn’t sure if their role reversal could last in real relationship. Hunter could feel his balls billing up. The scene was just too much for him. He slammed forward making Jack scream out. Hunter’s body became stiff as he tightened every muscle in his body while he let loose a torrent of cum into the beautiful man’s hole.

Jack watched the beautiful boy’s face as Hunter filled him full. Jack was in awe of just how powerful Hunter looked. And Jack loved how that made him feel. All he wanted to do was satisfy his boy and he did. Seeing Hunter use him to get off made Jack shoot a load without even touching himself. It was the best gratification he’d ever received.

Hunter fell down on top of Jack, cum smushed between their abs. Hunter stuck his tongue in Jack’s mouth and made out with him.

Finally, they came up for air. “Fuck, Jack. You’re fucking hole is gold.”

“You wrecked the shit out of me, kid,” Jack said back. “I’m not complaining. Just thought you should know,” he said chuckling.

“That was my intension, Jack,” Hunter said in his cocky tone.

“Mission accomplished,” Jack said, his breathing still heavy.

“I’m not done,” Hunter announced to him.

Jack suspected the kid wasn’t done. Rarely, if ever, did the boy ever only fuck him once. Jack was kind of hoping this would be it. He really did have a busy workday ahead of him. But, as always, he wasn’t going to be able to say no. Hunter wouldn’t have taken no for an answer anyway. There were times when Jack didn’t feel like getting fucked but Hunter was a force to be reckoned with. A time or two, Hunter had been known to be too aggressive, and he had a short fuse. He was a strong fucker and on occasion he all but raped the poor guy. But Jack knew that you can’t rape the willing. Being taken forcefully just made Jack want it even more.

“I knew you were going to say that,” Jack said.

Hunter put his forehead against Jack’s again. They stayed that way, each feeling the heat radiating off the other. Jack loved the weight of the shorter kid on top of him. Jack liked being the taller one, knowing a younger, smaller boy was using him.

“You’re so handsome,” Hunter whispered.

Jack was surprised. Hunter always told him how hot he was, but this time was different. Hunter wasn’t fucking him when he said it for one thing. This time the cocky kid was soft and quiet. It was almost sweet.

Jack swallowed hard. “Thank you,” he whispered back. “I think you are incredibly attractive.”

“Yeah?” Hunter asked like he didn’t believe it.

Jack chuckled. “Of course. You know you are.”

“I know,” he said nonchalantly. “But I like hearing you say it. I know you mean it. You don’t make it weird that I’m so much younger.”

Jack gave him a crooked, tight-lipped smile. “I’m twice your age, old enough to be your dad, and that’s exactly why I’m fucking obsessed with you. Maybe to any outside observer it might seem weird, but to me it just seems natural. I don’t even care who knows. I’m fucking proud to be your fuck boy. I wish I could tell everyone.”

“See, you’re so fucking cool with all this. You know most older dudes I sleep with get weird about it after a while. They get self-conscious about getting fucked by a kid. They like being treated like a bitch, but they don’t want to admit it. But you, hell, you just admit it like it’s a badge of honor or something. You just called yourself a fuck boy. That’s hot.”

“I’m fucking scared everyday that you’re gonna tell me I’m too old. I don’t want this end.”

Hunter laughed. “Bro, sometimes I think you’re gonna tell ME I’m too old.”

Jack laughed. “The good thing about all this is that you will always be half my age.”

They were quiet for a while. Then Hunter whispered, “You know, I’m not fucking anyone else. I made it sound like I was, but I’m not. Truth is, I don’t need to. You’re everything I look for in a guy. After fucking you for a while, no one else compares. I just couldn’t find anyone who wanted to be with me the way you do.”

Hunter had rarely ever shared his feelings like this. It threw the older man off. There was something different about the boy tonight. Jack felt a little guilty. Hunter was his regular, but he hooked up every now and then. But like Hunter said, no one really compares to him. “I’m not gonna lie. I’ve never stopped hooking up.”

“I figured you didn’t,” Hunter said. “When was the last time?” he asked but scared to find out the answer.

Jack stroked the back of Hunters neck. “The night before last.”

Hunter looked up at him. “Who?”

Jack chuckled. “Hunter, I’m not telling you that.”

“Why not?”

“Because. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex.”

“Is he my age?”

“Yes.”

“Is he as hot as I am?”

“God, no. I mean, he’s hot but no where near as hot as you.”

“Duh,” Hunter said, obviously knowing he was hotter.

“Duh,” Jack mocked in a dumb voice.

“Did he fuck you like I fuck you?”

Jack shook his head. “Of course not. Why do you care?” he asked with a smile.

Hunter shrugged. “I dunno. I like to know my competition.”

“Trust me, no one compares to you,” Jack told him.

“So, if I told you I didn’t want you to hook up with other guys, would you stop?” Hunter asked him in a serious tone.

Jack looked confused. “Why would you do that?”

“Just answer the question.”

Jack look at him in the eyes. “You’ve said several times that I can’t say not to you. So, I guess I would stop. Why? Do you want me too?”

Hunter was quiet for a few seconds. “Not gonna lie. Kind of makes me jealous.”

“Oh. I didn’t know,” Jack said. “You’re not mad are you?”

“No. Trust me, you would know if were mad.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Kid, I’ve seen you mad. It’s not pretty.”

Hunter smiled but didn’t disagree. They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time.

“There was a reason why I wanted to be with you tonight. Can I tell you something and you promise not to freak out?” Hunter asked sincerely.

This intrigued Jack. “Sure.”

“I told my dad about you.”

Jack looked down at the kid. Hunter only occasionally talked about his father. “Ok… and?”

“He wants to meet you.”

Jack chuckled. “Your dad wants to meet your fuck buddy?” He thought the boy was joking, something Hunter did not do often.

Hunter hesitated. “Well, I kind of told him we were… dating.”

Jack’s eyes went wide. “What? Why?”

“Because he keeps asking me if I have a boyfriend. He’s relentless. It’s like every other day with him. He tries to set me up with dudes all the time and I hate it. I just wanted to shut him up. I figured if I told him we were dating, then he would stop trying to set me up.”

“Hunter, does he know how old I am?”

Hunger nodded. “Yeah. You’re actually one year older than him.”

Jack was flabbergasted. “What did he say about that?”

Hunter grinned. “Bro, he was so fucking proud of me!”

“What?”

“Oh yeah. He’s an alpha male. He expects me to be like him, gay or straight. When I told him I bagged a dude twice my age and, sorry, how much of a bitch you were in bed, he slapped me on the back and congratulated me. Said I was a stud for dating a man his age, meant that I’m a natural alpha.”

“Oh my god,” Jack said shaking his head. “You told your dad you were dating a dude older than he is, and that I’m a slut. Thanks,” he said sarcastically.

“No,” Hunter said and dragged his finger along Jack’s square jawline. He quietly said, “I told him you were incredibly handsome, very sexy, masculine, but you liked to sub for younger guys. And then when I showed him a picture of you, he said, and I quote, ‘Holy shit, he’s so handsome, I’d fuck him.”

Jack flinched at that last sentence. “Wow, I didn’t know I was so handsome I could turn a straight guy,” he said sarcastically. “So, he’s cool with you fucking an older guy,” Jack stated.

“I told you. He’s more than cool.”

“Why does he want to meet me?”

“I dunno. He’s just being a dad. If you were a girl, he’d want to meet you too. I’ve talked so much about you and he’s… let’s just say… he’s very overprotective of me. Especially since I started college, he’s kind of intense.”

Jack guffawed. “What? I am so surprised! Intense?” he said sarcastically. “Like father, like son.”

Hunter looked at him seriously. “I’m not as intense as he is. Believe it or not.”

Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “Ok, so wait, does this mean you want to… date?”

Hunter was silent for a few seconds. “Would that be a bad thing?”

“While I’ve had sex with a ton of younger guys, I’ve yet to date one. And, you have to admit, our relationship so far has only consisted of fucking, fucking, and more fucking.”

“Yeah. Look, I’d be up for it. Try it. See how it works. If it doesn’t, we go back to being fuck buddies.”

Jack thought about it. Could he date someone young enough to be his son? Fucking someone that young was one thing but dating… that was something else. He kept remembering thinking that Hunter would be boyfriend material if the situation was different.

“I guess we can try it out. It’s gonna be an adjustment.”

“Sweet!” Hunter said in a very teenager way.

“Oh my god, you’re still technically a teenager,” Jack said chuckling. “I’m 40 and I’m dating a 19-year-old.”

“Hot, right?” Hunter said grinning.

“Ok, so when do I meet your dad?” Jack asked wincing.

“This weekend good?”

“Uh… yeah. Yeah, that works,” Jack said reluctantly.

“Cool. I’ll let him know and then I’ll get you the details.”

“Ok.”

“Hey, don’t think since you’re my boyfriend now that our sex is changing,” Hunter said seriously.

“I would hope not,” Jack replied.

“Good, because I’m ready to go again,” Hunter announced. “You may need to call in sick today.”

“Oh God.”

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When I take a shower sometimes I’ll shave myself. I’ll do my face first then lather up my chest and pull across it slow, feeling the blade against my skin then down my stomach but leaving my treasure trail. Then squirt some cream into my hand and put it on my balls and ass. I grab the shaft, jerk a little, and pull it up and shave down over my balls. I’ll pull them tight and go close on them, lift them up get the under part then spread my legs and shave to the hole then rinse. Lastly I body wash with just my hands. I rub my chest and play with my nipples, down my stomach to my hard on and stroke I look down at my heavily inked body, nice chest and flat stomach, bicep flexing as it works. I grab my newly slick balls and squeeze then put a finger in my ass as a slight warmup.

I have three dildos. Well. Two vibratiors and one dildo. I’ll start each session in the shower with my middle finger and take that to the knuckle then add my index finger. My smallest tool is three inches with five settings. I don’t use it much cause I’m afraid it’ll get stuck inside me. Silly I know. It’s fun to play with. The second is a sex inch one that’s skinny on one end and the other with an enlarged ball on the end. It’s got six settings. I like to start with the skinny end and get it in nice and deep and hammer away. Then I switch to the other end and get it in there with that. The nice thing is the skinny end has the vibration control and off my hand isn’t too slick it works great. My favorite setting is three strong pulses, then a pause, then another strong pulse. Once I’ve got it in there I close my legs and clench my ass muscles tight and enhance the feeling and start jerking off. Nothing like firing off a load with that in you. Sometimes I’ll finish with those two and sometimes I bring out the big boy, my 7 inch dildo. Soap it up and reapply, put one foot on the edge of the tub and find entry. I go in slow at first, all the way in, feeling it smash my guts. Then slowly pull it almost out the back in. “Fuck yeah…Mmmmm…” I’ll lay down on the floor and go harder wrecking myself. “Ooohh fuck yeah..” I’ll moan with each deep, hard thrust. That one’s good to cum with too. Once I’ve spent on my stomach I lay there and let the hot water wash me off, squeezing my ass tight on my fake cock. I pull it out slowly enjoying the release.

I get out, towel off. Look at myself in the mirror. “Fuck I look good.” I grab my lotion and put a lot on my hands and start applying, lingering on my cock that start over with the again. After cumming a second time, it’s regrettably time to get dressed so I put on my cock ring and put on clothes. Can’t wait for tomorrow morning.

Fuck, my life’s a goddamn shitshow, and it’s only gettin’ messier. I’m Andy, 18, fresh outta high school, stuck at home with my Grandpa, 65, whose Alzheimer’s-fucked brain’s turned him into a horny mess. He’s a retired military officer, built like a fuckin’ tank, but his memory’s shot. He thinks I’m his dead wife, Jennet, ‘cause I’m her skinny, male doppelgänger. We’ve been bangin’ like porn stars—me fuckin’ his tight ass, him suckin’ my 7-inch cock, cum flyin’ everywhere. A secret camera in his room caught it all, my twisted way of joggin’ his memory. Thought it was our dirty little secret, but I fucked up big time.

It started a month ago. Mom was out, and my cousins—Grandpa’s other grandsons, Jake and Kyle, both 19, jacked football players—crashed for a family barbecue. I’m in my room, jerkin’ off to one of our videos, laptop open like a dumbass. Jake barges in, laughin’ like a fuckin’ hyena, holdin’ up his phone. “Yo, Andy, what the fuck’s this?” It’s a clip of me poundin’ Grandpa’s ass, his moans blarin’. Kyle’s grinnin’, rubbin’ his crotch. “You’re fuckin’ Grandpa? Nasty… but hot.” I’m freakin’ out, tryna snatch the phone, but Jake’s too quick. “Chill, bro, we want in,” he says. Kyle pulls out his dick—8 inches, thick as fuck. “Bet he’d love this too.”

I’m pissed, yellin’, “He’s got Alzheimer’s, assholes! He don’t know shit half the time!” But they ain’t listenin’. Jake’s strokin’ his 7-inch cock, smirkin’. “We’ll show him the video. C’mon, don’t hog the fun.” I’m torn—part of me wants to punch ‘em, protect Grandpa, but my dick’s twitchin’ at the idea of all of us goin’ at it. Before I can stop ‘em, they barge into Grandpa’s room. He’s on his bed, confused, askin’ who they are. Jake plays the video, and Grandpa’s eyes go hazy, mumblin’, “Jennet?” He’s lost, thinkin’ we’re all his wife.

Jake pulls down his pants, wavin’ his cock. “Suck it, old man.” Grandpa hesitates, scared, but Kyle guides his head, gentle but firm. Grandpa starts suckin’, slow, then deep, like he’s in that horny zone. I’m standin’ there, dick hard, heart racin’. This is wrong, but I can’t look away. Kyle strips, his big cock bouncin’, spits on Grandpa’s hole, and slides in, makin’ him moan around Jake’s dick. Grandpa’s takin’ it from both ends, lovin’ it, but then he shakes, eyes panickin’. He pulls off Jake, gaspin’, “Andy! Help!” His Alzheimer’s is fuckin’ with him, makin’ him think he’s in danger.

I snap. “Get the fuck off!” I yell, shovin’ Jake. He stumbles, and Kyle pulls out, pissed. “What’s your deal, Andy?” Grandpa’s curled up, shakin’, tears in his eyes. I hug him tight, like he’s my kid. “It’s okay, Grandpa, I got you,” I whisper, strokin’ his hair. He clings to me, mumblin’ “Andy.” Jake and Kyle stand there, dicks hard, annoyed. I grab Jake’s phone, show Grandpa the video again. “See, it’s us. You like this, right?” He nods, voice shaky but horny. “Yeah… I like it.”

Grandpa grabs my hand, clear as fuck for once. “Let ‘em, Andy. I want it.” I’m stunned. Jake finds a note on the nightstand, in Grandpa’s shaky handwritin’: “Let these young studs use me however they want.” I don’t know when he wrote it, but it’s like he’s tellin’ himself to go for it. So I let it happen. Kyle slides back into Grandpa’s ass, Jake’s cock in his mouth, and I join, lettin’ Grandpa suck my dick. He’s moanin’, takin’ all three cocks like a pro. Kyle cums, fillin’ Grandpa’s ass. Jake blows down his throat. I unload last, cum drippin’ down his beard. Grandpa’s smilin’, but then he blanks out, confused again. I clean him up, tell Jake and Kyle to fuck off, but they’re already plannin’ more.

Fast-forward a couple months, I’m at State college with Jake and Kyle, who’re big shots on the football team. Mom moved Grandpa to a care home nearby, thinkin’ it’s safer, but Jake and Kyle are sneakin’ him out, sellin’ his ass to frat boys for cash. They’re pimpin’ him out, braggin’ about “the old military stud who takes cock like a champ.” Frat dudes pay 50 bucks to fuck him raw or get sucked, and Jake and Kyle are makin’ bank. I find out when I overhear some bros in my dorm laughin’ about it. My gut twists—I know it’s Grandpa.

I track ‘em to a grimy frat house, reekin’ of beer and weed. In the basement, Grandpa’s naked on a mattress, gettin’ pounded by two frat boys, cum on his face. Jake’s countin’ cash, Kyle’s filmin’. I storm in, yellin’, “What the fuck are you doin’?” Jake waves a wad of bills. “He loves it, Andy. Check the note.” Kyle smirks, “He’s a cumdump bitch now.” Grandpa’s moanin’, callin’ “Jennet,” lost in his fog. My dick’s hard, but I’m pissed.

Then Derek, the football team’s star and a total prick, struts in, 9-inch cock swingin’. He’s the campus bully, known for beatin’ kids for fun. He shoves the frat boys off, snarlin’, “My turn, and I ain’t payin’.” Jake argues, but Derek backhands him, sendin’ him sprawlin’. Kyle shuts up, scared shitless. Derek spits on Grandpa’s hole and rams in, fuckin’ him brutal. Grandpa screams through a cum-stained gag.

I lose it. “Stop this shit!” I charge Derek, but Jake and Kyle grab me. I punch Jake’s jaw, tackle Kyle, and we’re scrappin’ on the floor. Derek’s still fuckin’ Grandpa, who’s moanin’ like a slut. I break free, lunge at Derek, but he’s a tank. He slams me against the wall, fists to my gut and face. I’m bleedin’, seein’ stars. “Why you ruinin’ this, bro?” Derek growls. “He loves it. Look.”

Grandpa’s crawlin’ on all fours, ass up, cum leakin’, beggin’ Derek, “Keep fuckin’ me! I need it!” He’s a total cumdump bitch, addicted to dick in his ass. My heart breaks—this ain’t Grandpa, just a shell, brain fried by Alzheimer’s and our fucked-up games. I kneel, shakin’ him. “It’s Andy! Your grandson! We gotta stop!” But he rips open my jeans, suckin’ my cock like a starved whore. His mouth’s warm, tongue swirlin’. I feel like shit, but I let him, body screamin’ yes.

Derek laughs, still fuckin’. “He’s gone, bro.” Jake and Kyle, bruised, join in. Grandpa grabs their cocks, mumblin’, “More…” Jake shoves his dick in Grandpa’s mouth with mine, Kyle slides into his ass with Derek, double-penetration style. It’s brutal. Derek cums, floodin’ Grandpa’s ass. Kyle unloads next. Jake blows, cum spillin’. I shoot down Grandpa’s throat, him gulpin’ it. Derek calls in frat boys, who circle Grandpa, jerkin’ off. “Bukkake time!” one yells, blastin’ cum on Grandpa’s face, chest, beard. He’s drenched, rubbin’ it in, smilin’ like an idiot.

Grandpa’s still beggin’, but his body gives out. He collapses, cum poolin’, breathin’ heavy. I’m cryin’, realizin’ it’s too late. Alzheimer’s and our games turned him into this cum-cravin’ slut. I look at Jake and Kyle, countin’ cash, and know I can’t stop ‘em. “You can use him,” I tell ‘em, voice shakin’, “but I’m stayin’ with him. No more gettin’ worse.” Jake nods, maybe guilty. Kyle shrugs.

I’m at every “session” now, holdin’ Grandpa’s hand while frat boys rail him, wipin’ cum off his face. He don’t always know me, but sometimes he mumbles “Andy,” and it’s enough. The video’s spreadin’, Jake and Kyle are makin’ bank, Derek’s fuckin’ for free, and I’m stuck in this hell, watchin’ my Grandpa drown in cum, knowin’ I helped start it. College was supposed to be my escape, but it’s just me, my cousins, and a cumdump Grandpa, livin’ a secret that’s gonna bury us.

It was late Saturday night. They had spent the day fucking. They drank some water, had a little bit to eat, mostly a smoothie that Justin made. A few hot showers. They finally ended back in the bedroom.

Justin was lying across the bed on his stomach, thong still twisted around his hips, ass bare and flushed. He’d been panting just a minute ago. Now he was watching Joey like he knew exactly what was about to happen next.

Joey stood a few feet away, sweat on his chest and abs, hair messy, body loose in the kind of way that only happened after serious fucking. His big dick hurt from all the fucking and he slipped on his boxer briefs for some support. They clung tight around his waist, and under that cotton was a hard-on that refused to fade.

He was hard again. He hurt, he was so hard. Justin turned over slowly, propped himself up on his elbows. Smirked.

“Big, dumb penis,” he asked, voice all gravel.

Joey didn’t answer. Just stepped closer.

Justin watched him with that same smug, wrecked confidence he always had when he knew he was about to get what he wanted and maybe give more than he meant to.

“Big dumb penis prince,” he murmured, sitting up on his knees, hands bracing on Joey’s thighs as he looked up at him. “You have a very demanding dick.”

Joey let out a breath. His pulse was a drumbeat. Justin’s hands slid higher, curling into the meat of Joey’s thighs,, firm and warm, sliding up until his fingers pressed into the thick muscle. 

Then Justin leaned in, kissed the fat bulge through the underwear, soft at first, then wetter, hotter, lips parting against the cotton. He mouthed at the head through the fabric, licking it, dragging his tongue over the curve, feeling the heat pulse underneath.

Joey let out a quiet grunt, his fingers twitching at his sides.

“Are you gonna be a good muscle princess?”

Justin looked up at Joey and nodded, his mouth full of cotton and boner. Then he got filthier with it, pressing his face in, rubbing his cheek on the bulge, kissing up and down the length, licking a dark wet patch through the underwear until the cotton clung to the shape of Joey’s cockhead. His mouth was everywhere. Greedy. Hungry. Tongue flicking, lips sucking.

Then he reached up, tugged the leg hole aside, and Joey’s cock spilled out: fat, flushed, slick with precum.

“Fuck…” Justin breathed.

“That’s what you need, huh? Big penis?” said Joey. 

Justin licked his lips, then leaned in and started nursing the head. Sloppy kisses. Wet pulls. His lips wrapped around the tip, tongue swirling, one hand tugging Joey’s heavy balls, the other bracing on Joey’s thigh as he bobbed his head shallow and slow.

Joey groaned, deep in his chest. “God, Justin…”

Justin hummed around the shaft, eyes half-lidded, fingers now exploring Joey’s chest, running up over his pecs. He squeezed, thumb brushing over one nipple, then both, making Joey twitch.

Joey sat down on the edge of the bed, legs wide, cock pointing straight up like it needed somewhere to go. Justin followed without hesitation, settling on his knees between Joey’s thighs. Hands on Joey’s chest again, mouth full of dick, cheeks hollowing as he took more, deeper.

The room filled with slick sounds: slurps, sighs, the wet slide of spit over skin. Justin sucked and licked like he was starving for it. Every time he came off the tip, he kissed it, let it rest on his cheek, nuzzled it like it belonged to him.

Then he got silly with it, pressing Joey’s cock to his face, letting it slide over his lips, his chin, tapping it on his tongue, eyes wide and playful like he knew how dumb and hot he looked.

Joey grinned, breath catching, then reached out, grabbed Justin’s head with both hands, thumbs brushing his ears. 

“You love teasing that royal cock, huh, Princess?”

Justin looked up, smirked with his mouth full. He nodded.

Joey started to move his hips, slow thrusts into that slick, hot mouth, watching as Justin took it, let it happen, let him use it. Joey’s hands shifted, one cradling the back of Justin’s neck, the other gripping his jaw. His cock pushed deeper, Justin’s throat opening up with wet little gagging noises, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

Then Justin pulled off with a breathless laugh, hand stroking the spit-slick shaft, looking up at him with his mouth red and open. 

“Fucking love being your muscle princess,” he panted. 

Joey didn’t say anything, just pushed his cock against Justin’s face again, and Justin took the hint, leaned in, sucked him down again, deeper now.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat like it’s your cunt.”

Joey fucked his mouth slow. Gentle. In control. Justin moaned around him, letting it happen, melting into the rhythm.

“God,” Joey groaned. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

When Joey couldn’t take it anymore, he leaned down, gripped Justin’s head, and kissed him, deep and dirty, spit and precum smearing between them. Justin moaned into the kiss, let Joey pull him up, let himself get manhandled into his lap.

Their mouths didn’t part. Joey sat back on the bed, Justin straddling him now, still kissing like they were starving. Joey’s hands slid down, grabbed Justin’s ass, kneading the cheeks, spreading them wide. That little red thong string vanished and reappeared between his fingers, pulled tight.

Joey slipped a finger under the fabric and rubbed along the lips of Justin’s hole—wet and hot and twitching under his touch.

“Jesus,” Joey muttered, pressing his forehead to Justin’s. “You’re already so fuckin’ open.”

Justin nodded, breath hot, mouth slack. “I want it, Joey. I want my prince inside me.”

Joey spit into his hand, rubbed it into Justin’s hole, both index fingers now teasing him open, rubbing slow circles, feeling how soft and puffy and ready he was. Justin’s hips rocked into it, making soft, helpless sounds into Joey’s mouth.

Then Joey stood, hard cock bouncing up against his stomach, and Justin dropped back to his knees.

Without missing a beat, Justin took Joey’s balls into his mouth, sucking one, then the other, rolling them over his tongue, spit dripping down his chin. His hands stroked up Joey’s thighs, fingers curling into the waistband of the underwear still stretched down one leg.

Then his tongue traced the length of Joey’s shaft, slow up the underside, then a kiss to the tip.

Joey moaned, tangled his fingers in Justin’s hair, and started fucking his mouth again, deeper now. Needy. Needing to be in. His hips snapped forward. Justin gagged, throat tightening, eyes wet as Joey’s cock shoved deep.

“Fuck, baby,” Joey grunted. “I can’t—fuck—can’t help it…”

He let go, but Justin didn’t pull back. He stayed, took it, breathed through it, let Joey fuck all the way in.

“‘C’mere,” Joey said.

Justin climbed into his lap, thighs straddling, chest flushed. Joey reached between them, lined his cock up again.

“You ready for your dick, Princess?”

Justin nodded fast, almost shaking.

Joey slapped his cockhead against Justin’s hole. “Say thank you.”

“Thank you,” Justin gasped.

He shoved in, slow and deep.

Justin cried out, body stretching to take it.

Joey held him steady.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Take your Prince’s cock. Take it like a good girl.”

He started bouncing Justin, lifting, lowering, fucking up from below.

Justin gasped, hands flying to Joey’s shoulders. Joey held him steady by the hips and started bouncing him, pulling him down, lifting him up, fucking him from below with slow, deep thrusts.

Justin moaned, his voice breaking. “Joey—fuck—yes—”

Joey growled, lips dragging over Justin’s jaw. “You take it so fuckin’ good. You’re my thick little muscle princess. Fuck.” 

Justin pushed Joey back against the bed, took control, climbed up, and sat back down, slamming that tight hole back onto Joey’s cock, over and over. Joey’s hands gripped his waist, helped him move, hips thrusting up hard, fucking into him with everything he had.

“You don’t even have a dick,” Joey muttered, watching the way Justin took his cock. “You’ve got a pussy. A sweet little muscle princess pussy.”

Their mouths found each other again, tongues tangling as Joey pounded up into him, fast and deep and relentless. 

“Tell me whose pussy this is.”

Justin couldn’t speak.

Joey grabbed his chin. “Tell me, baby.”

“Yours,” Justin gasped.

“Damn right.”

Joey growled, pulled him in for a kiss—rough, sloppy, tongues tangling.

“I love this pussy,” he said against Justin’s mouth. “Love how it stretches. Love how it stays wet for me. Love how it milks my cock.”

Justin’s breath hitched. He looked dazed. Glazed.

“You want me to breed it again, don’t you?”

Justin nodded fast, mouth slack.

“You want me to pump it full like the nasty girl you are.”

Justin moaned, high and broken. Joey flipped him fast, legs in the air.

“Look at this hole,” he muttered, spreading Justin’s ass wide. “Already open for me. Already begging.”

He pushed in again, deep and smooth. Justin choked on his own breath.

“God, you’ve got the best fucking pussy.”

Joey fucked him like he meant it. Like he was making a point. Slamming in over and over.

Then he pulled out fast, crawled forward, grabbed Justin’s face and shoved his cock back into his mouth. Justin lay on his back, head tilted, mouth wide open as Joey fucked his face, short, hard strokes, balls slapping his chin.

Then Joey slid down, lifted Justin’s legs onto his shoulders, and slammed back in.

He fucked him deep, hard, filthy, sweat dripping down both their bodies. Justin clawed at the sheets, his own cock untouched, twitching. He cried out again, body arching.

“I’m gonna cum,” Joey gasped. “Gonna fill my girl’s pussy one more time—”

Justin came untouched, back arched, toes curled. Joey slammed in one last time and groaned, loud and deep, cock kicking as he filled Justin full again.

They didn’t move. Just breathed. Joey collapsed over him, lips brushing Justin’s shoulder.

“You’re perfect.”

He meant it.

They didn’t speak. Couldn’t. Just breathing. Trembling. Holding.

Joey shifted first, brushing the damp hair off Justin’s forehead. He leaned in and kissed him, soft this time, slow, almost reverent. Justin’s eyes fluttered, half-lidded. He let it happen. He didn’t kiss back. Not really. Joey didn’t notice. 

He eased them back down onto the mattress, pulling the sheets up with one hand, the other still cupping the curve of Justin’s ass, like he didn’t want to let go. Justin tucked into his chest, arms loose around Joey’s waist, their legs tangled. The air was warm. The room smelled like sweat and spit and sperm.

Joey smiled. He kissed Justin’s temple, murmured into his hair.

“Never felt like this before.”

Justin didn’t move. Joey laughed quietly. 

“No, for real. I mean, yeah, I’ve had sex. But not like this. Not with someone who..who gets it. Who gets me.”

Still no answer. Joey brushed his fingers down Justin’s spine. 

“I know we were just messing around at first. But now…” He swallowed. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

Justin pulled back slowly. Not much. Just enough to look him in the eye. He was smiling, but it wasn’t the same smile. It was smaller. Tilted. Careful.

“Damn, Reynolds,” he said, voice light. “You catching feelings?”

Joey blinked. “What?”

Justin smirked, that familiar lazy grin creeping back into place. “You getting all soft on me, bro?”

Joey stared at him.

“I’m being serious.”

Justin shifted, sat up a little, pulling the sheet with him. His body glowed in the low light, slick, flushed, beautiful. But his posture was guarded now. Not tight. Just… braced.

“Joey,” he said, gentle. But the edge was already there. “Let’s not do this.”

Joey sat up too, confused, the warmth leaking out of his voice. “Do what?”

“This.” Justin waved a hand vaguely between them. “The talk. The feelings. Whatever you’re trying to make this into.”

Joey’s breath caught. “I’m not trying to—”

Justin cut him off. Not sharp. Just firm.

“You should probably head home soon.”

The silence that followed was loud. Joey stared at him. For a long time. He didn’t understand. Or maybe he did. And just didn’t want to.

“Right,” he said finally. His voice was flat.

Justin looked away. Joey got up, didn’t say another word. He moved slowly. Dressed in silence. Justin didn’t watch. He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it would explain something.

Joey stood in the doorway, shirt half-buttoned, heart kicking against his ribs. He turned to say something—he didn’t even know what—but Justin was already lying back down, one arm thrown over his eyes like he was trying to block out the world.

Joey swallowed.

“See you around.”

Justin didn’t answer.

Joey walked out.

In the quiet embrace of the woods, I lit a cigarette. It was one of those rare moments where the world faded to a soft hum, allowing my thoughts to drift freely. The picnic bench beneath me creaked slightly as the smoke curled lazily around me.

“Mind if I sit?” A voice cut through the serenity.

I glanced up, half expecting to see a park ranger, but instead, a lanky figure emerged from the foliage. He looked about my age, wearing shorts and a t-shirt with walking boots, suggesting he was hiking a distance, but he was also carrying a camera on a tripod, which made me think he was doing some photographic project or just capturing the beauty of the area.

“Sure,” I shrugged, gesturing to the bench. “It’s all yours.”

The guy, with a grin that was as wide as a crescent moon, took a seat opposite me. He had a backpack slung over one shoulder, which he placed gently beside him. His eyes were a piercing blue, the kind you’d expect to see on someone who’s spent their life exploring the vastness of the ocean. He offered his hand, “I’m Alex.”

I took his hand, feeling the firm grip of an outdoorsman. “Steve,” I replied, taking a drag on my cigarette.

Alex leaned back, his eyes scanning the clearing before settling on me. “What brings you out here today?”

I shrugged. “Just needed a break from it all, you know?” The unspoken weight of city life lay heavy on me.

Alex nodded sagely. “Yeah, I get that.” He paused, his eyes searching my face. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

I took a deep breath, letting the smoke fill my lungs before I spoke. “It’s nothing. Just the usual shit but a different day, that’s all.”

Alex leaned in; his curiosity piqued. “Let me guess what you do for a living.”

I chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What makes you think you can tell?”

Alex leaned back again, folding his arms across his chest. “Call it a hunch. I’ve met a lot of people out here, trying to escape their troubles.” His gaze was intense, but there was a warmth to it, an understanding that didn’t make me feel judged.

“Alright,” I said with a smirk, playing along. “I’m in finance.”

“Finance, hey? I knew a man who was in finance ages ago and…. It’s funny to remember, but he always wore tighty whities. He had a theory that depending upon jobs, men wear the appropriate underwear and tighty whities matched his reliable but conservative lifestyle.”

I burst into laughter, the tension of his earlier thoughts dissipating. “That’s hilarious. I’ve never given underwear that much thought about types and what job someone does.”

Alex chuckled with me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, you never know. Maybe there’s a correlation between boxers and risk-taking stockbrokers.”

“So, what do you do for a living, and what underwear do you wear?” I asked.

Alex’s laughter washed over me like a cool breeze. “I’m a wildlife photographer,” he said, his eyes alight with excitement. “And I go for the boxers. Gives me more freedom to move around in the wild.”

“I guess so. As for me, I wear tighty whities, well, actually Fruit of the Loom white briefs.”

Alex’s laughter grew louder, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Ah, the classic. Nothing says ‘I’ve got my life figured out’ quite like a good pair of those. I bet you look good in them, too.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Thanks, I guess.” The conversation had taken an unexpected turn, but the banter was a welcome distraction from the maelstrom of my mind.

Alex’s laughter subsided, and he grew contemplative. “You know, Steve, sometimes getting out of your comfort zone can be surprisingly liberating.” He reached for his camera, which looked like it could survive a bear attack. “When you’re out here, you realise how small your problems are in the grand scheme of things.”

I nodded, watching as he lovingly adjusted the lens. “I’ve been feeling pretty trapped lately. Work, the city… It’s all just a bit much.”

“Perhaps I can photograph you, Steve?” Alex suggested. “It will provide some distraction from the norm.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the proposal. “What? Like, now?”

Alex nodded, his enthusiasm unwavering. “Yeah, man. Just stand up, let me capture the real you.”

I stubbed out my cigarette. The idea was odd, but the more I thought about it, the more it appealed to me. The chance to be seen without the armour of city life, just me and the woods. I took a deep breath and let the silence wrap around me like a warm blanket as I stood up.

Alex positioned himself, the camera now an extension of his arm. “Just be you,” he instructed, his voice a gentle command. “Don’t think about anything. Just let the woods in.”

I took a deep breath, feeling the coolness of the shade on my skin. The sound of leaves rustling above us filled the space between us as I let go of my inhibitions. The camera’s click became a rhythm, a heartbeat that matched the pulse of the woods.

“You’re quite photogenic, Steve. Why don’t you take your shirt off and pose for me?”

I hesitated, feeling the sudden urge to retreat into my usual shell of self-consciousness. But something about Alex’s confidence and the peacefulness of the woods coaxed me forward. With a deep exhale, I pulled my shirt over my head, feeling the sun kiss my skin for the first time in weeks.

Alex nodded approvingly, his focus now entirely on his camera. “Perfect,” he murmured, adjusting the settings. “Now, perhaps you want to sit on the bench and pose a bit.”

I felt a mix of vulnerability and freedom as I perched on the edge of the picnic bench, as Alex began to snap photos, his movements swift and precise. I watched him through the lens, his eyes never leaving me as he captured my image in various poses.

“You have a lovely skin tone, you know,” Alex commented. “I bet you would look great in just your tighty whities.”

I raised an eyebrow, the suggestion taking me by surprise. “You’re going to have to pay me for that,” I said with a smirk, playing along with his teasing.

Alex just shrugged. “It’s for art, Steve. Besides, I won’t show anyone. It’s just for us.” His voice was earnest, his eyes still focused on the camera’s viewfinder. “Go on. I dare you.”

“I don’t know,” I replied to his suggestion.

“Okay then, why don’t you undo your belt and zip so I can get the contrast of your tighty whities against the black of your shorts?”

With a shrug and a smirk, I complied. Undoing the leather belt and sliding the zipper down, I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of embarrassment at this impromptu photoshoot.

Alex nodded, his focus solely on the camera. “Perfect. Now, just let your guard down. This isn’t about impressing anyone, it’s about capturing who you are right now,” as he tugged my shorts open a bit more, letting the fabric of my shorts fall slightly to reveal the cotton front and waistband of my briefs. The sun’s warmth bathed my torso, and the coolness of the breeze brushed against my bare skin. I felt strangely liberated, as if the woods were holding my secrets and fears at bay.

As the shutter of his camera clicked away, something strange began to happen. With each brush of his hand, guiding my pose or adjusting the light, my body responded in ways I hadn’t anticipated. A tingle grew in my lower abdomen, and my nipples hardened, betraying my unexpected arousal. I couldn’t tell if it was the thrill of being vulnerable or the heat of his touch, but my cock began to swell in my tighty whities.

Alex noticed the change in my posture, his eyes flicking from the camera to my tenting crotch and back again. His smile grew a little wider, a knowing look in his eye. “It’s okay,” he said softly, his voice soothing. “Let it happen and perhaps let your shorts slip lower down your legs.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The woods around us seemed to hold their breath too, as if waiting for my decision. With a nod, I allowed my shorts to slide down, revealing the white cotton briefs. The sun kissed my legs and the top of my thighs, and the warm air caressed my cock as it grew, straining against the fabric.

“Circumcised, hey,” Alex commented.

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as he took a few steps closer, his eyes locked on the growing bulge in my briefs. “Yeah,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yep, it’s that obvious. I can see your helmet very clearly. And it looks very nice.”

I felt my face redden even more at Alex’s blunt observation. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving my crotch. The camera ready on the tripod, forgotten as he reached out and gently traced the outline of my cock through the fabric. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of desire straight through me.

“You’re quite beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. His hand paused for a moment, giving me time to protest, but the words remained lodged in my throat. Instead, I leaned into his touch, my body craving more.

“I haven’t done this before, Alex. I’m feeling rather nervous if you get my meaning.”

Alex nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can tell,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “But you’re doing great. Just keep breathing, and perhaps you can kick your shorts off and lie back on the picnic bench.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I obeyed, stepping out of my shorts and lying down, my back pressed against the cool wooden slats. The fabric of my briefs grew tauter with each pulse of blood to my cock, which was now clearly outlined. Alex hovered over me, his hand now resting lightly on my thigh.

“Lovely pose Steve, lovely and the outline of your cock is brilliant. These images will look great in black and white. Now, close your eyes and enjoy the moment.”

Alex’s hand trailed up my leg, sending goosebumps in its wake. My breath hitched as his fingers grazed the elastic band of my briefs, the warmth of his skin setting my nerves alight. His eyes searched mine, looking for permission.

“Can I?” he asked, his voice a seductive whisper that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the woods.

The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation. I nodded, unable to speak as his hand moved to the waistband of my briefs. With a gentle tug, the fabric slipped down, revealing my fully erect cock to the warm embrace of the sun as he pulled my tighty whities over my feet, discarding them on the grass. The leaves above us whispered their secrets as Alex took a moment to drink in the sight as he pulled his t-shirt off.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin as he pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. The first touch of his lips sent a bolt of pleasure through me, and I gasped. His mouth moved over my cock, tentative at first, as if exploring every inch. His tongue darted out, teasing my sensitive tip, before taking me fully into his mouth.

I arched my back, the sensation overwhelming. This was so unexpected, so raw and natural, like the woods that surrounded us. Alex’s hand cupped my balls, his other hand gently stroking my shaft as he sucked me deeper. I could feel the tension building, my body responding to his skilled ministrations.

“Let me just capture the moment,” Alex suggested as the sound of the camera clicking resumed, capturing the intimate moment. “I have changed the setting to one image per second on self-timer,” he advised me as I lay there naked with my cock pointing skyward.

The self-timer added a layer of excitement, a reminder that we were creating something together, something secret and beautiful in the heart of the forest. The tension grew, my breaths coming in short gasps as Alex worked me closer to the edge.

The sun played peek-a-boo through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on Alex’s face as he moved his mouth up and down, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt the orgasm approaching, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume me. With a final stroke of his tongue, I came, the warmth of my release spilling into Alex’s mouth.

He pulled back, a smear of me on his lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug grin playing on his lips. “You taste as good as you look,” he murmured, “And so much cum, suggesting a few days since you last shot your load.”

The sound of the camera continued, a metronome to the symphony of our panting breaths. I lay there, my chest heaving, feeling more alive than I had in months. “It has been a while since I last wanked,” I answered. “Things have been sort of dry if you get my meaning.”

I hadn’t realised that Alex had shed his shorts as he stood, his erection tenting through his boxers. He offered me his hand, and I took it, letting him pull me to my feet. “Thank you,” I said, the words feeling inadequate.

“Don’t thank me,” he said with a wink. “I love the sight of you naked. You have a beautiful body,” as the camera clicked again, capturing me standing there. “Perhaps I can take you on a journey this afternoon that will reverse the drought in your sex life?”

He stepped closer to me, his erection pushing against his boxers as I nodded, my hands trembling slightly as I pushed his boxers down, allowing him to step out of them. Our bodies stood close together, his cock fully erect while mine started to become aroused again in the warmth of the afternoon sun as I responded, “I would like that. It’s been a long time since someone found me attractive.”

Alex smiled as he rummaged through his camera bag, his eyes never leaving me. He pulled out a tube of lubricant and held it up with a wicked grin. “I always come prepared for adventure,” he said, his voice filled with a hint of mischief.

My heart skipped a beat at his words as I looked at the lube. I had not been with a man for a long time, but there was something about the way Alex looked at me, something about the way he spoke to me, that made me want to revisit this side of me. “It’s been a long time, Alex,” I admitted, my voice shaking slightly.

Alex stepped closer, his cock now standing proud and thick between us. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, his breath warm on my skin. “I’ll remind you how wonderful it is, and I know you will enjoy yourself,” as he took my hand.

“But, here? Are you sure?” I asked. “It’s a bit open; we might be seen.”

“It will be fine, and no one is around to see us, besides, it’s the most natural thing to do in the wild, don’t you agree?” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “Let’s join each other and make some memories here and now,” as he turned me around to bend over the picnic bench.

“Fuck it, let’s do it,” I answered, throwing my inhibitions to one side as Alex’s fingers smeared lubricant on my anus. Alex’s touch was surprisingly gentle as he circled my hole with his slicked finger, easing my nerves with his tender caress. “Just breathe, Steve,” he whispered, his voice a calming balm to the storm of sensations that swirled inside me as the camera shutter clicked again on the self-timer.

As he pushed the tip of his finger inside, I tensed, the sensation foreign and slightly uncomfortable. “Shh,” Alex soothed, his hand resting on my lower back, his finger moving in slow, shallow strokes. “Relax,” he coaxed, his voice a gentle breeze in the quiet woods.

The tension in my body slowly started to melt away with his rhythmic movements. He added a second finger, then a third, stretching me open, preparing me for what was to come. Each insertion was met with a mix of pain and pleasure, my body fighting against the intrusion before finally succumbing to the inevitable.

Alex’s cock was long and hot against my skin, the tip nudging my lubricated entrance. “Ready?” he asked, his voice thick with lust as the shutter clicked again.

“I think so,” I murmured, my heart racing as I nodded. “Be careful, though, it’s been a long time.”

With a gentle push, Alex entered me, the pain sharp and sudden. I gritted my teeth, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the edge of the picnic bench. His cock stretched me further than I thought possible, filling me in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

“Take your time,” I managed to say through clenched teeth. “I need to adjust, and you’re hurting me.”

Alex paused, his cock halfway in, giving me the time I needed to adjust to the sensation. He leaned in, pressing his chest against my back, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tightly as if he could absorb the pain through his embrace.

“Okay, go slow,” I whispered, feeling the beginnings of pleasure unfurling deep within me as the pain of his intrusion dissipated. The only sounds I could hear were his voice, calming me, along with the regular click of the camera shutter as it captured the whole event.

Alex began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, letting me get used to the feel of him inside me. The pain slowly receded, replaced by a burning sensation that grew with each thrust. I could feel his chest rising and falling against my back, his breath hot on my neck as he picked up the pace.

My body started to move with his rhythm, the pleasure now outweighing the discomfort. The woods around us had become a blur, the only focus the feeling of Alex inside me, his cock sliding in and out of my virgin hole.

The camera continued to click away on self-timer, capturing every intimate moment of this union. The knowledge that we were being immortalised in this act only served to heighten the sensations, making everything feel more intense.

“You’re wonderful,” Alex murmured, his voice a gentle purr in my ear. “You’re so tight, Steve.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so alive. The pressure inside me grew, my body responding to his every touch, his every movement.

“I’m going to come,” I gasped, the sensation building to an unbearable crescendo as his cock rubbed against my prostate, providing a sensation I hadn’t enjoyed in a long time.

Alex’s grip tightened, his strokes becoming more urgent. “I want you to cum for me,” he whispered, his voice filled with desire as he hit my prostate again.

As I felt his cock pulse deep within me, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came, my semen spurting onto the picnic bench. I also felt the sensation of his hot release filling me, sending me over the edge into a realm of pleasure that I forgot existed.

He kept pumping into me, releasing more of his seed in time to the camera shutter. Eventually, he groaned in satisfaction as he collapsed onto my back, spent and satisfied. We kept the same pose for what felt like an eternity, the only sounds the distant calls of the wildlife and the occasional rustle of leaves. Alex’s cock slowly slipped from me, leaving me feeling both empty and whole as the camera clicked again.

“How was it?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

“It was…” I struggled to find the words. “Awakening,” I finally said, my voice still shaky with emotion. “Truly, awakening and wonderful.”

Alex leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Welcome to the wild,” he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he stopped the self-timer.

The camera’s shutter stopped clicking, and the quiet of the woods felt like a soft blanket wrapping us in our shared secret. The warmth of his cum inside me was a stark contrast to the cool wood beneath my palms as we broke apart to stand up.

Alex looked at me, his eyes searching mine for an answer to his question. “Would you like to do it again?” His voice was a gentle caress, a promise of more of the exquisite pleasure that had just overtaken us.

I couldn’t believe what we had just done, but as I felt the stickiness between my cheeks, the scent of our mingled arousal hanging in the air, I realised that I didn’t just want to do it again, I needed it. “Yes,” I breathed, the word leaving my mouth before I could think better of it, “but not immediately, I want to enjoy some time sitting here with you while I refill and recover.”

Alex’s smile was slow and satisfied as he took his camera off the tripod, flicking through the images of our impromptu photoshoot. “You know, Steve,” he said, his eyes on the camera’s screen, “these are going to be amazing.”

I nodded, my mind still reeling from the intensity of the experience. “They’re… something,” I murmured, glancing down at the mess we’d made on the picnic bench.

Alex’s eyes never left the camera screen as he spoke, his voice a mix of satisfaction and excitement. “Every time I look at these, I’ll remember this moment. Our secret in the woods, and I want to grab some more shots to capture you in this moment of pure euphoria. I that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” I said, feeling a mix of exhilaration and apprehension. Alex’s artistic passion was infectious, and I found myself eager to see how he would capture our encounter on film.

We sat naked at the picnic bench, the sun’s warmth caressing our skin as Alex scrolled through the images on his camera. Each click of the button brought a new picture to life, and we studied them with a mix of awe and embarrassment. My cock had already begun to stir again, the sensation of his cum inside me serving as a constant reminder of what had occurred.

And then, my worst nightmare, I heard the crunch of leaves and the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. My heart hammered in my chest as I looked up to see two bare-chested hikers, sweat glistening on their tanned skin, walking along the trail that led to our secluded spot.

Alex didn’t miss a beat. He simply turned the camera to face them, his hand steady as he clicked away. “Smile, boys,” he called out, his voice a mix of cheer and challenge. The hikers looked surprised but took the bait, grinning awkwardly for the camera.

The tension within me grew as they approached, their eyes widening as they took in the scene before them, me, naked and still flushed from our encounter, with cum drying on my thighs and the picnic bench. Alex remained unfazed, his cock still semi-erect and glistening in the sun.

“Hi guys,” Alex said. “It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”

The hikers nodded, their eyes darting between Alex and me. “Sure is, and an excellent place to do some photography,” the tall one responded.

Alex grinned. “It’s not just the scenery I’ve been capturing,” he said, gesturing to the camera and the evidence of our tryst.

The shorter hiker’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, his hand moving to his crotch. “Jesus, man,” he murmured. “They’re fantastic.”

Alex chuckled, the sound echoing through the trees. “Don’t worry, we’re just having a bit of fun. Would you like to join us?” His question was playful, but there was an underlying challenge in his tone.

The hikers exchanged a look, surprise morphing into curiosity. The tall one licked his lips, his eyes lingering on my body. “I’ve never…,” he began, trailing off.

Alex leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s about letting go of inhibitions, connecting with nature, and experiencing life in its purest form.” He gestured to the camera. “We’re creating art here. Wouldn’t you like to be a part of it?”

The shorter hiker’s hand stilled on his crotch, his gaze flickering from Alex to me. He licked his lips, his eyes lingering on the evidence of our recent activities. “We’re on a bit of a schedule,” he said, his voice tight with restrained desire. “But I guess a quick break couldn’t hurt.”

Alex’s grin grew wider as he stood, his nakedness seemingly forgotten as he gestured to the picnic bench. “Take a seat,” he offered, his hand reaching out to guide the shorter hiker closer. “Steve, here is a natural, aren’t you?”

“Apparently so,” I responded, still in a bit of a daze from the intense experience, as the shorter hiker sat tentatively beside me. His eyes were glued to the images on Alex’s camera, a mix of awe and arousal in his gaze.

“It’s all about give or take, guys. What do you fancy?” Alex asked.

The tall hiker looked at his companion, who nodded with a mix of excitement and nerves. “We’re open to giving,” he said, taking a step closer to us.

Alex’s smile grew. “Excellent,” he said, setting the camera back on the tripod. “Steve, why don’t you lie back down and let these guys experience the beauty of nature as well?”

With a shaky nod and smile, I complied, feeling the wood of the bench against my back as I stretched out along the full length of the picinic bench, fully exposed for the hikers to admire, my cock already responding to the thought of what was to come. Alex stepped aside, giving the hikers full view of me, my body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

“He’s all yours for the taking,” Alex declared, “But unlike me, he enjoys tender loving care, whereas I like it rough if you are up for it, big guy?” as he looked at the taller of the two.

The taller hiker’s gaze darkened with desire as he moved closer, his hand reaching out to touch my now fully erect cock. His hand was warm and calloused, as he stroked me with a gentle firmness that had me gasping for air. Meanwhile, the shorter one began to unbuckle his shorts, revealing his erection, which was not shy in size, hidden behind his cotton boxer briefs.

Alex stepped back, allowing the hikers to take over the scene. The tension in the air was electric as they both knelt beside me, their eyes full of hunger as they took in the sight of my nakedness. The taller one leaned in, his lips brushing against the tip of my cock before taking it fully into his mouth. The shorter one wasted no time in moving behind me, pushing his boxer briefs down and stepping out of them while he used the lube to lubricate his fingers, pushing into my still-sensitive ass.

The taller hiker took his time, savouring every inch of my cock, his technique surprisingly skilled and attentive. The shorter one worked his fingers in and out, preparing me for what was to come. I could feel his cock pressing against my cheeks, the tip probing my hole as he whispered his intentions.

“I’m going to fuck you, Steve,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

I nodded, the words barely making it past the lump in my throat. The anticipation grew as the shorter hiker lined himself up, his cock nudging at my entrance. With a firm push, he entered me, his thickness stretching me wider than Alex had.

The duo worked in tandem, the taller hiker’s mouth moving in time with the shorter one’s thrusts. The pain was intense, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure that built with each stroke. I could feel Alex’s eyes on us, watching intently as he positioned the camera and tripod, capturing the moment in a way that was both intimate and erotic.

I reached down to play with my balls, the sensation of the taller hiker’s mouth too much to bear. “I’m going to come,” I warned, my voice a desperate moan.

The taller hiker looked up, his eyes gleaming. “Come for us, Steve,” he said, his voice muffled by my cock. “Show us how much you love this.”

The words were all it took for me to embrace the moment, and I climaxed with a roar, my release spurting into the hiker’s waiting mouth. The shorter hiker’s grip tightened on my hips, his climax close. He pulled out just in time and spurted his load over my back, the warmth of his cum a stark contrast to the coolness of the picnic bench. He shot his load almost to my shoulders with further deposits lower down as he manually milked himself all over me.

As they both came down from their highs, panting and smiling, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie with these strangers. We had shared something profound, something that transcended the confines of our everyday lives, and it was in a clearing in the wilds that witnessed the moment of raw natural behaviour.

The taller hiker looked up at Alex, licking the last of my cum from his lips with a leisurely swipe of his tongue. “So, you like it rough, hey?” he said with a smirk, his voice still thick with lust as he pushed his shorts and briefs to his ankles, only to step out of them, leaving them where they were.

“Rougher is better,” Alex told him as he stood naked and erect, precum leaking in anticipation. “You can be as rough as you like, big boy. I can take it.”

The taller hiker stood there, his cock standing proud and leaking. He grabbed Alex by the hair, spinning him around and bending him over the picnic bench without a word as I still lay there. “Bring it on, big boy,” Alex repeated. “Fuck me hard, you fucker. Hard.”

In no time, the hiker was fucking Alex with such force and power I was almost worried for him. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as he rammed into Alex’s ass with a grunt, having used his saliva and some of my cum as lube.

I watched in amazement as Alex’s body took the brunt of the taller hiker’s powerful thrusts, his face a mask of pleasure and pain. The shorter hiker took this as his cue to join in, his cock already hard again as he pointed his cock at Alex’s face, stroking himself with one hand while the other reached out to caress Alex’s head.

The taller hiker didn’t relent, his strokes becoming more forceful with each passing moment. The sound of his balls slapping against Alex’s ass was a symphony of lust that resonated through the quiet woods.

The hikers had shed their inhibitions as quickly as their clothes, and the sight was both terrifying and thrilling. I felt a part of something primal, a moment that would be forever etched in my memory as I now sat on the picnic bench watching.

As the taller man reached his climax, he pulled out and painted Alex’s back with ropes of hot cum. The shorter man followed suit, his release spurting onto Alex’s face, who took it with a look of pure bliss and enjoyment as cum landed in his eyes and forehead, only to dribble down onto his lips as he used his lips to enjoy the taste.

The camera lay forgotten on the ground, the scene too intense to capture in anything but our minds. We were all breathless, our hearts racing from the exertion and the raw, unbridled passion that had overtaken us.

The hikers exchanged a look, and with a nod, they began to dress, the moment of shared intimacy already fading into the background as they returned to their hiking gear. “Thanks for the… experience, you two,” the shorter one said, his voice a bit hoarse. “It’s not often the hikes become more than walking, but when it happens, it’s wonderful being natural in the wild.

Alex just grinned, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Anytime,” he said.

As they disappeared back into the woods, their footsteps retreating into the distance, Alex turned to me, his eyes gleaming. “How about round two tomorrow?” he asked, his cock already showing signs of life again.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened, but as I looked into his eyes, all I could think was, “Yes, I can do tomorrow. What time are you thinking?” as I was ready to explore this renewed side of myself with him as my guide.

“Perhaps in the morning? Alex suggested as he retrieved the camera, checking the images with a critical eye. “Perfect,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on the ones where I was lost in ecstasy. “These are going to be my best work yet.”

The sun was beginning to dip below the treetops, casting long shadows across our clearing. It was a reminder that our time in the woods was limited, but the thrill of our encounter lingered in the air.

We made our way back to the car park, the journey seemingly shorter than before. Our conversation was light, filled with the afterglow of our shared experience. We had found a piece of ourselves in that quiet glade, and it was something we could never get back in the concrete jungle of the city.

Alex stood by his car, “See you soon, Steve,” he said, his voice filled with the same seductive promise as when we first met.

I nodded, my heart racing as I looked at my car. “Count on it,” I replied, “but I need your number.”

Alex handed me his phone, his fingers lingering over the screen before passing it to me. As I typed in my digits, my hand trembled slightly, the adrenaline of our encounter still coursing through my veins.

The phone vibrated in my hand with the confirmation of our new connection, and he sent me a wink. “You’re now part of the wild,” he murmured, “and I suspect that tomorrow will be even wilder than today, as he jumped into his car and pulled off, shouting out of the window. “Talk to you later, Steve, and we can chat about planning our time together tomorrow. Perhaps we can even try something different if you’re up for it?”

I was too late to respond, but I thought for a moment, what could we do differently as I sat behind the wheel, trying to put the keys in the ignition.

I meet up with Lucas

I was getting into my car after my tennis practice when I got a message from an unknown number. 

—How’s my girlfriend doing?

Could it be Lucas? He was the first one that came to mind. It had been a week since they fucked me at Tony’s bar. I was sore for a few days after that. How did he get my number? Probably Tony. I was hesitating to reply back, I was tired from practice and I knew by then that if a guy texts you he wants sex. But thinking about his huge cock made me a little bit horny.

—Lucas?

—That’s right baby. What are you up to?

—Just finishing practice. Why?

—Just thinking about my girl and her beautiful ass.

For some reason, him talking me as if I was a girl made me even more horny. I didn’t know what to reply.

—Really?

—Really, not many can take my cock the way you did. And you didnt just take one cock.

I didn’t reply to that. I waited for a couple of minutes. Left my phone and started my car. my phone rang a notification again.

—Are you free? I wanna fuck you again.

My hear pounded fast. Again, I waited for maybe a minute.

—Don’t you miss this? —he sent a dick pic. His hairy cock looked so girthy on the pic. —So are you free or no?

—Yes.

—Great.

He texted me an address. It was a park. Maybe he was living in the park, i thought. It was maybe like 30 minutes away from my club, but I went there anyway. I found a place to park and texted him I was there. I described him my car and in a few minutes he showed up. I got out of the car.

—You came, i thought you were gonna bail on me. —He said as he hugged me.

—I told you i was gonna come.

He told me to follow him and we went to the other end of the parking lot were he had an RV. We didnt talk much on our way there. So at least he has a safer place to sleep, i thought. We got into his RV. It was a little bit messy and it was a small RV. Just a small bathroom and a bed on the back. We sat in the bed.

—So you’ve missed me? —He asked. I nodded. —Dont be shy.

With his hand he lifted my face up to see me.

—You are so pretty, people must tell you very often.

I smiled.

—But I own you now. 

As he said that he started kissing me. I could feel his long beard against my face. With his big hands was touching my body. I noticed even his hands had hair. He was a very hairy man. 

—Get on your knees. —I obeyed and got on my knees next to the bed. —Take off my boots and socks now.

I did as he told me. His feet were also very large, flat and thick. Before he even told me i started licking them.

—Good, you know your place. Lick between my toes.

I did as he told me. I tried licking both the same amount of time.

—You’re mine now Javier. And you will worship me. 

—Yes, daddy. 

I continued licking his feet until he ordered me to stop. 

—Get naked now.

I did. I was wearing just some shorts and a t shirt, and removed my tennis shoes.

—Uf, you are so beautiful, baby. And such a whore too. Now unbuckle my jeans.

I did. The came down easily. He was wearing some normal underwear. 

—Smell it.

He grabbed my head and pulled me towards his underwear and started rubbing his cock underneath the boxer on my face. It felt so large. It had a strong smell, like if he hadnt wash his underwear. He took his cock out and there it was, as huge as I remembered. I put it in my mouth and started sucking him.

—There you go, slut, you missed it, didnt you?

It barely fit in my mouth, but he pushed it down my throat as much as he could. He then had the back of my head against the bed and started shoving more of his cock into my mouth and face fuck me as hard as he could.

—Your mouth is like a pussy too, Javier. 

He buried his cock as deep in my mouth I had my face buried in his pubes, it smelled like sweat. I was choking and gagging, saliva coming out of my mouth. He let me go.

—Lick my balls now.

His balls were so big too and hairy. I did my best. He was kinda groaning. He helped me get up and then removed his shirt. He was also naked now. His chest and belly were hairy too, and he had a big belly, he was stocky. He had me get on my knees on the bed and started eating my hole.

—Such a pretty hole, Javier. So pink. —Lucas was eating me out and tyring to penetrate me with his tongue. —Open your hole, bitch.

I tried and it gave him more access. He positioned himself behind me and I started feeling his cock pushing my hole.

—Go slow, I havent had sex since that day at the bar.

—Bitch, I told you I own you, and I will fuck you however I want. 

He spat on my hole and put some spit on his cock and make a quick movement and impale me with his huge cock. I yelled in pain.

—Wait! wait! take it out.

—Shut up, bitch. Youll get used to it. —he said as he pumped me hard and fast and grabbing me by the hips.

He slapped my ass hard, i felt hot. He was so big it hurt every time he thrusted into me. I laid my head on the bed, lifted my ass to give him better access and relaxed my hole. 

—Good, bitch. You know what to do. Im gonna have so much fun with you. —He slapped me again. I started to get used to it, and my hole was stretched now so I was receiving him inside of me. —You’re the prettiest girlfriend Ive ever had. Now lets get more comfortable.

He got out of me and i felt my hole gape, already missing his cock inside of me. He spinned me around, got on the bed and laid on top of me, spreading my legs. He started kissing my neck, licking my nipples, i was moaning, it felt so good. With his rough hands he kept pushing and spreading my legs. His beard, hairy chest and belly against my body felt hot. With his hand he guided his cock into me again, penetrating me.

—Im gonna get you pregnant, baby. This ass is mine now, look how you let me in. —he said as he was fucking me, this time somewhat slow —Yes, open your pussy for me, let me feed it is hungry. I own you. Open your mouth.

He spat on my mouth a big gob of spit. Being dominated like this made me feel like i truly was his. There was something about dominant men that i found irresistible.

He got on his knees while i was on my back with my legs on his shoulders and he fucked me hard.

—Damn your pussy is so open it doesnt even offer any resistance. You are pretty little used up whore, arent you? How many men have fucked you in one night?

I didnt answer but he leaned forward and slapped my face.

—Answer me!

—More than 30 —i technically didnt lie.

—Oh, wow, Im gonna use you up so good, bitch. —With one hand he started to try and slip a two of his fingers next to his cock. —This is the only way your pussy will feel tight.

He managed to do it, he had his cock with to of his fingers inside of me. Owning me.

—I bet you can take two cocks inside of you with no problem.

He laid on top of me again still fucking me, grabbed my hands with one of his above my head. 

—You want my babies deep inside of you?

—yes, please.

I couldnt stop moaning.

—im gonna pimp you out, javier. you want that?

I was so horny as he was stretching me i said yes.

—Good answer, I was gonna do it even if you didn’t want to.

He then spinned me around without taking his cock out of me, and had me lay my head on the bed, while fucking me doggy style. He managed to put his foot on top of my face while fucking me. His feet were also big.

—Please give me your load. —I told him in between moaning.

He sped up.

—Push your pussy out, suck my cock with your pussy lips.

I did, i felt so loose.

—Oh, god.

—Damn, you are so loose, your lips are dragging out, bitch. Its like you are sucking my cock with your pussy. In time im gonna be able to fist you.

He went fast pulling completely out and then impaling me with strong thrusts, until he yelled he was gonna cum.

—Im putting my babies, whore!! Im emptying my balls inside of you, fucking cumdump.

He came a lot again, it almost felt like a gush of cum. He fell on top of me. I could feel his sweat on my back. He started kissing me in my ear and licking it.

—Your pussy is so good, baby. Im gonna use it everyday from now on. I want you here every evening. Ok?

—Yes… —i said, but i didnt know how i could manage that, and i didnt know if he actually meant it.

—Baby, I have something else to tell you. Your first client must be here soon. —he whispered in my ear.

—What do you mean? —He was still insde of me.

—I told you, Im gonna pimp you out. You’ll be making me some buck with your pussy.

—But im not sure…

—Baby, your pussy can take it. If you can take my cock, you can take any cock. Besides you wont do much, you just lay on your back or on your knees, be pretty, and theyll do the rest. Just let them use your cunt. Its gonna be quick pump and dumps.

He pulled out of me and stand next to the bed naked.

—Now come here, i have to piss, before he arrives. —I didnt know what he meant. —On your knees slut, didnt you hear me?

He had this way of sometimes being nice and sometimes being rude.

I did as he told and he put his limp cock in my mouth. And he pissed in my mouth again and i started drinking it while looking in his eyes.

—Baby you have the most beautiful eyes. —he groaned in relief as he pissed. it was a strong stream. —I saved it all for you.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, shook it and some urine drops got on my face and he got dressed.  Hes phone rang.

—That must be him. I want you to get on your knees and on the bed.

I did as he told me.

Someone knocked at the door. He opened it and he stepped back into the bathroom which was in front of the door to let the guy come in. I turned to look. It was an obese guy. He was white, had a messy short beard and short hair. He was just wearing some grey shorts and a plain white tshirt. He barely fit the space walking towards the bed.

—Now isnt she pretty like I told you. —Said Lucas.

—You didn’t lie man. —he had a deep voice.

—I’ll leave you to it. Be nice to my friend, baby. —Lucas left the RV.

The guy didn’t even introduced himself to me and went directly to eat my ass. He spread my cheeks wide open and I could feel his tongue inside of me.

—Damn, you are all lubed up and ready, arent you, whore. turn around and blow me.

He stopped eating my ass and dropped his shorts. He was not wearing any underwear. His cock was short but girthy, nothing out of the ordinary. I started blowing him. He grabbed the back of my head and started to face fuck me. It was easy to do, specially after Lucas’ cock. I could feel his belly on top of my head while sucking him.

—There you go, whore. Blow it real good. Use your lips.

He got hard fast. He then removed his cock from my mouth after just a few minutes and had me on my knees again at the edge of the bed. I tried to position my ass to give him better access. He was tall, so he didnt have any trouble. And penetrated me in a swift movement.

—Wow, it goes in so easily.

His belly rested on my back as he started fucking me at a good pace. Definitely not as hard and rough as Lucas. He grabbed me by the hips, he had chubby hands as well. My hole was so stretched by Lucas that it felt good and sloppy. I could hear it. I tried making my hole tight for him to cum quickly. I was once again getting fucked by a complete stranger.

—Lucas got a nice little whore with you. You like this fat cock inside you?

—Yes. —I said as i moaned.

He pulled my head back grabbing my hair. And started to go faster. He had been fucking me for a few minutes when he started to moan. And gave me three big thrusts as he was cumming. Filling me up with more cum. He quickly got out of me, pulled his shorts up, slapped my ass and left the RV. I laid there on my stomach and started to drift off to sleep, but Lucas came back into the RV.

—You did a good job, whore. He was very happy. Said it’s been the best piece of ass he’s had in years. —He came to the bed. —Did he cum inside of you?

Lucas spread my buttcheeks and could see the cum dripping and my loose hole, still gaping.

—Oh, baby, you are so hot. For tonight he’ll be your only client. I just needed to make sure you were gonna come through and you did. Tony was right when he said you’d let anyone fuck you.

I heard him pull down his pants and got on top of me. He pushed my legs spreading them and penetrated me one more time. It didnt hurt this time, i just moaned.

—I own your pussy, Javier, remember that now. —He said to my ear as he kept penetrating me, he got one arm around my neck and the other one he was using it to spread my buttcheeks. —Look how you open up for me. You like this. You like being own by a superior male.

His beard felt good agains my face, his heavy body against my lean frame, the whole idea made me horny. He fucked me for a few minutes before groaning and cumming again in me. We ended up falling asleep. And that’s how my story with Lucas started.

A few weeks back I found a stranger in this nearby park and ended up blowing him in his car. I’d never cruised before, but that one night kind of rewired my brain. Since then, I’ve been circling that park like a dog in heat, hoping lightning would strike twice. Nothing. Just joggers and dog walkers and awkward eye contact with dads.

But earlier this evening, I saw him.

He was sitting on a bench near the path…mid 30s, bearded, looked like he just got back from a workout. Tank top. Fit, not insanely jacked but built. Sweat still fresh on his neck and chest hair peeking through the collar. I wasn’t expecting anything. He looked up when I passed, then spread his legs a little wider.

I didn’t think much of it. Just figured he was adjusting. But I was already worked up and horny from days of nothing, so I took a chance. Sat down beside him. Took out my phone. Pretended I was waiting for someone.

Then he spread his legs even wider. His knee touched mine.

He put his hands on his thighs, fingers casually brushing my leg like it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. His hand lingered. His pinky traced the side of my thigh and then rested there. Neither of us looked at each other. The silence buzzed

Then he muttered under his breath without turning his head

“You looking for something?”

I don’t even think I answered out loud. I just shifted slightly toward him and he stood up. Casually. Without urgency. He walked toward the side trail that leads behind the trees near the edge of the lot. Didn’t say a word. Just expected me to follow

I waited ten seconds. Maybe less. Then got up and followed

There’s this maintenance shed near the corner of the park, just off the path. Metal walls. Little overhang. It’s always shaded and there’s a blind spot behind it that faces the back fence. He led me there

By the time I caught up to him, his cock was already out. Thick. Cut. Still soft but heavy in his hand. I barely even made eye contact. I just dropped to my knees on the gravel. My palms hit the dirt. I leaned in and took him into my mouth before I even realized what I was doing

He grew hard fast. Grunted once. Grabbed the back of my head

I gagged a little but stayed down. Let him fuck my throat slow and steady while I gripped his thighs. His tank top was hanging loose and I could smell his sweat…the mix of deodorant and warm skin and something filthy underneath it

He looked down at me and muttered “yeah that’s it” under his breath like he’d been waiting for this all day. Like he needed it as bad as I did

I kept going. Lips stretched around him. My spit dripping onto my shirt. Gravel digging into my knees. He didn’t stop. Just fucked my face deeper and rougher until he finally pulled back

“Open your mouth”

I did

He stroked it once. Twice. Then thick ropes of cum shot across my tongue and face. Hot. Fast. Sticky. It hit my cheek. My lips. My nose. I just knelt there, mouth open, breathing hard, feeling it drip

He tucked himself back in and walked off without a word. I wiped my face with my shirt and sat there for a second. Then I stood up, still hard, and headed home with the taste of him in my mouth

I’ll definitely be going back to his park more often.

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My daughter brought a fucking himbo home to meet me. Out of all the guys she could have brought home to meet dad, she brought him. He waltzed into my home with that spiky brown hair with blonde highlights, gleaming white teeth, tan skin, blue eyes and a fucking body carved out of stone. The fucker was beautiful, and he knew it. He couldn’t pass a mirror or any reflective surface without looking at himself. I know I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him either. He knew he was hot, but he was insecure about it because he wore clothes that looked like they were painted on his body. A blue t-shirt that looked three sizes too small, jeans that looked airbrushed on. He craved attention and he needed praise, validated, he needed to be the prettiest thing in the room. And he got attention. He had swagger, he was cocky, he had that smirk that tells you he knows you think he’s hot. A typical himbo.

I’m a cop.  I’ve been around my fair share of himbos. And it’s guaranteed if I’m being called to a loud party, street racing, bar fights, drug busts, it’s always a fucking himbo. They attract trouble like magnets. It’s because they’re all so fucking pretty, and stacked that people just do whatever these pricks tell them. I’m also on the down low. So, it’s not always a crime in progress that leads me to a himbo. It’s usually my dick. I have a weakness for himbos. They’re always hot as fuck, cocky, and can take a hard pounding. A lot of these guys are bi or on the down low too, so I want my daughter dating one. They’re just gonna fuck her and break her heart and move on to the next girl who falls for their bodies and charms.. These guys are toxically masculine, they act rough and tough, talk a big game, but they also get manicures, wax the hair from their bodies, get fake tans and wear the gayest clothes because gay clothes reveal lots of muscle. They love to wear the little spandex short shorts around the gym, shaking their big muscle asses, teasing men like me. Himbos can’t strive to be a beautiful man without being attracted to other beautiful men.

When I was in college, I would have been considered a himbo. It takes one to know one. But now, I don’t know what you call a guy in his forties who works out six days a week, is ripped, still has all my hair and hardly any gray, still shaves my body hair, and looks younger than my age by a good ten years and who still fucks around like a himbo. I guess I’m a DILF. That’s what my daughter says her friends call me. Look, I’m a cop, I’m hot, and I drive a motorcycle. What’s not hot about that?

Anyway, when we met, I had to be the strict dad without drooling over the little fucker. And just like most himbos, when he saw me, he had the same reaction. He gave me a few once overs, our eyes met and lingered and just like that, I knew he was into to dudes. There’s admiration and there’s sexual attraction. This shithead was sexual as fuck.

“Daddy, this is Brock,” my daughter introduced us.

His name is Brock? Of course, it is. Typical masculine himbo name.

“Brock this is my dad Robert.”

“Mr. Russo,” I corrected her quickly. I needed to show this hot fucker that I was in charge of this show, because I knew he was used to being in charge.

“Sure. Mr. Russo,” Brock said as he shook my hand. A nice, tight, strong handshake, one that lasted too long.  

The rest of the time he was there, there was constant staring between the two of us. I would catch him staring and he would catch me. When he talked to me, he couldn’t look me in the eye sometimes. It was almost cute to see a fellow alpha shrink in my presence. I wasn’t sure if it was because I’m his girlfriend’s cop dad or he was too horned up and he wanted to jump me. I would be on my best behavior if I were him too.

Over the next week or so, he would come over and hang with Zoe and every time, I think he spent more time looking at me than at her. Of course, I made sure to wear my tightest t-shirts around him. The ones that were way too small and complimented my biceps. I know he didn’t make much money because he rarely took Zoe out anywhere special. They always came to the house and streamed movies, or he would stare at me. He was quiet but we got along. We bonded over working out, gave each other tips, talked about our diets. He told me he thought about being a cop someday. I told him I might help him out once I got to know him. One evening I came home in my uniform, it’s beige with tight breeches with a blue strip running up both legs, knee high leather boots, a uniform shirt that was a size to small. In short, I looked like a fucking walking wet dream. If there’s one thing himbos love, it’s a hot, jacked up older man; one in a cop uniform was a bonus. The love uniforms, anything with authority attached to it.  But I don’t shit were I eat. The last thing I needed was for my daughter to catch on to my lust after her boyfriend. I knew I could fuck him at any time, but I held off.

 

One evening, I had just came home from work. I pulled into my driveway and saw Brock’s car. I parked my bike next to his car. I assumed he was inside the house with my daughter which was a big no-no because they weren’t supposed to be in the house without me present. I didn’t need a pregnant daughter. But, he was in the car like he was waiting. When I parked my bike, he got out of the car. Fuck, he looked good. He was wearing that tight blue t-shirt I like, tight jeans. I was sure he had just come from the gym.

“Hey, Mr. Russo,” he said, standing beside my bike with his hands in his pockets

“Brock.” I looked around and then asked, “You alone?”

He nodded and replied, “Yeah. Just me.”

“Where’s Zoe?”

“She said she was having a girl’s night with her friends.”

I chuckled inside. This kid was bold if I think he was doing what I thought he was doing.

“Huh. Then why are you here?” I took off my helmet and climbed off my bike. He watched me closely as I did so.

He had a cocky sneer on his handsome face. “I wanted to talk to you… alone.”

I sneered back. “You want to talk?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Can we talk inside?” he asked with a head nod towards the house.

I stood there for a few seconds. I crossed my arms over my chest. I knew I looked intimidating as hell in my uniform. I know I said I don’t want to ‘shit where I eat’, but fuck, he was taking the initiative, making the first move, and he was so gorgeous. And I was horny as fuck.

“You sure?” I asked with a very serious face.

He knew what I was asking. He confidently replied, “Very sure.”

He followed me inside. As soon as we were in the door, I grabbed his arm, brought it behind his back and slammed him chest first against the wall.

“What the fuck!” he yelled. “Ow! Hurts!” He turned his head, his cheek flat against the wall.

I pressed my body against his and got close to his ear. “Here’s the deal, fuck boy,” I growled, “there are conditions, got it?” I wrenched his arm for emphasis. He winced and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “YES!”

“First, you started this. I’m not stupid. You’ve done this before. You are about to get into something that you might regret. Next, when we do this, you are not in control. You have zero control. I know you’re used to being in control. This is not one of those times. Next, I do what I want with you. I’ve been with enough fucking himbos like you to know you’re all the same. You want to be pleased. This, also, is not one of those times. If you do it right, when you please me, you will be please by default. Last, if I decide you are fucking worthy, and I want a repeat, you will break up with my daughter. You’ll be too busy getting dicked to care about her. Do you agree to my conditions? If you don’t, get your ass out of here. Do you agree to my conditions.”

He was silent for a while. He was breathing hard, trying to work through the pain I was inflicting on his arm. I wasn’t going to hurt him more than this. I just wanted him incapacitated so I had his complete, undivided attention. I knew he could take me, but he was in a situation where it wasn’t a good idea to test me.

“Answer me, fuck boy,” I growled.

“Yes! Yes, I agree,” he relented.

“Good boy,” I said and then released him.

He turned and rubbed his shoulder, his face in a frown. He looked at me with disdain, pissed that I did what I did. He wasn’t used to that.

“Fuck,” he mumbled as he massaged his shoulder. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“The fuck I didn’t,” I said sternly. “You need to know your place.”

“I just thought we could have a little fun, you know, no strings.”

I shook my head. “You thought wrong. That’s not how I operate.”

“Ok,” he said in assurance he understood.

I stepped forward, place my hand on his pumped chest and slowly pushed him back against the wall. He looked a little uncomfortable. He thought I was unpredictable which in this case, he was right.

I came in inches from his face. “From the first second I saw you I knew you were gonna be mine. You didn’t fucking fool me for a second. I knew it was only a matter of time until I would be eight-inches up in your gut. I’ve been thinking of all kinds of things I’m gonna do to you.”

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“You know how many times I had to stop myself from throwing you down, cuffing you, and fucking raping you?”

“Oh my god,” he whispered again. He loved that idea.

“I know you’ve been thinking of me while you jack off, and what you want to do to me. Haven’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” he said.

“You think of me when you’re fucking my daughter,” I stated as a matter of fact.

He nodded. “Every time.”

“You want to be my fuck boy, himbo?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is your pussy virgin, fuck boy?”

“No, sir.”

“Too bad,” I sneered. “Would have like to seen your face and hear your screams when I punched your pussy for the first time.”

He swallowed hard. “Will you please fuck me, sir?” he asked me, pleading, hungry. “I want you so bad.”

I chuckled. “How bad?” I hissed.

“So bad, sir. The first time I met you, I couldn’t believe how hot you were.” He paused and licked his bottom lip. Quietly, he said, “You made my pussy wet.”

That was music to my ears. The big, jacked up, cocky stud was admitting to me what a fucking cock whore he was for me. Saying his ass was a pussy meant he was going to go along with how I wanted to treat him. He was going to appease me and become what I wanted him to be. I had butterflied in my stomach at the thought of what I had in front of me. I had the fuck boy of my dreams. Was I an asshole father right now? Yes. Did I care? No, I did not.

I slowly brought my lips to his. He inched forward but before we touched, I pulled away. Again, I went in for a kiss and pulled away. He whimpered. Then I granted his wish and planted my mouth on his. He turned into a hungry animal that hadn’t eaten in days. His tongue filled my mouth. My tongue wrestled with his as I kissed him so hard, his head rested against the wall. His muffled whimpers filled my mouth, his hands embraced me around my neck. I wrapped my arms around his tiny waist and pulled him tight. We made out like beasts for what seemed like an hour, but I knew it was only a few minutes. I ended up throwing him all around the room, kissing him on the couch, on the floor, against the wall again, on the fucking kitchen table. His big muscular body was like a ragdoll in my hands.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy in that uniform, sir,” he told me at one point. His hands moving all over the tight material. “So fucking hot.”

I smirked at him. “You like that, huh? Maybe I’ll let you try it on sometime,” I said with a tease in my tone.

His eyes widened. “Fuck yeah! Please, Mr. Russo. I would fucking love that.”

“Be a good fuck boy and I might let you.”

“Yes, sir,” he said before kissing me again.

I put his hand on my hard cock that was inflating the front of my tight stretch pants. He instantly squeezed and massaged it.

“Feel that?” I asked. “Get acquainted with it. It’s going to be living inside you for a while.”

He looked up at me. “Fuck, Mr. Russo, you know exactly what to say to get me going.”

“I know, fuck boy. This isn’t my first fucking rodeo.”

“Want you inside me so bad, sir,” he begged. “I’m clean and lubed.”

I smirked again. “Cum dump all ready for daddy, aren’t ya?”

“Yes, sir. I know what I’m doing too.”

“You’ll have to give me more details later, fuck boy. Like to hear how much of a cum slut you are.”

“Yes, sir. I have lots of stories.”

“I bet you do.” I helped him up off the floor where we ended up again. “My bedroom,” was all I said. The excitement welled up in him and he hurried up the stairs with me following.

 

He instantly went to his knees, unfastened my uniform pants and went straight to work throating my cock. He was good at it too. It was like he’d been doing it for years. He slobbered and sucked and licked like a thirsty bitch. That’s when I knew I really did have a special boy here. He was all about me and my dick. He was into muscle men like me and he needed to be used. I came in his mouth which he slurped down his throat. Seeing a man like him drink my load was hot as fuck.

I ripped off his shirt, unfastened his jeans and told him to strip. He went down to his underwear and I watched in awe. His big, muscular ass and huge quads were encased in small, black spandex briefs. He saw the delight in my eyes. Yes, I was a sexy underwear guy. I could tell he was too. I made a mental note to buy him a thong. He took off his briefs and he had a nice, big cock, not as big as mine, but a hefty weight. His ass was a work of art. So thick, so high and tight. My dick was so hard that it hurt. I had to have him. I shoved him down onto the bed. He scooted back and watched me. I started to push down my uniform pants and kick off my tall boots at the same time when he stopped me.

“No! Leave it on! You gotta fuck me in your uniform!” he pleaded.

This wasn’t the first time that request had been made of me. I didn’t like getting cum on my uniform, but I did have three more uniforms.

“You want to see a real cop fucking you, fuck boy?”

“Yes, officer!” he replied stroking his cock. “Wanna see you in your uniform when you breed me, sir.”

I sneered at him. “You’re a kinky fuck.” I crawled onto the bed. “Lift your whore legs and finger that pussy,” I ordered.

Instantly, his smooth, muscular legs went up and his hand dived between them and his finger slid right in. He gasped.

“Spread wider,” I commanded. He spread his legs out like a wishbone. “Whore,” I said accusingly.

His face was red, his mouth wide open as he moaned. His forearm and bicep flexed as he fingered himself. He worked two fingers in. His eyes stared at me, taking in my all my cop beauty. Then he stuck three fingers in.

“Fuck me, officer,” he whimpered. “Please, fuck me with your big cop cock.”

He knew what to say. I pulled his fingers out and slid right in between his legs. I didn’t even warn him before I rammed my cock straight in his ass. He screamed out, his voice going up an octave. That’s what I wanted to hear. His face had a look of shock on it. That’s what I wanted to see.

 FUCKING GOD!” he screamed out over and over again. “FUCK! TOO BIG!”

“Fucking whore,” I snapped.

He was in pain. “SIR! SHIT! TAKE IT OUT. STOP. LET ME… STOP!”

I literally laughed in his face. “Conditions,” I growled as a reminder to what he agreed to.  

“BUT…”

“NO!” I yelled at him. “I AM IN CONTROL. FUCK YOU AND YOUR POOR PUSSY!”

He whimpered and bitched as I fucked him. Once I got up to a steady pace, I think his hole was getting used to my girth. He quieted down. The tears in his eyes had stopped. His arms wrapped around my neck.

“Feeling better, fuck boy?” I asked but not caring.

“Uh huh,” he whispered. “Sorry, sir. You’re so big.”

“You’ll get used to it, fuck boy. Such a tight muscle pussy.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Cunting you, fuck boy. You like that?”

He nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I fucked him at a steady pace before I surprised him. I grabbed his legs, pushed forward until his knees where beside his head. I got in a push up position and jackhammered that pussy and had him screaming like a bitch in heat. His grunts became staccato, deep and loud. His face was bright red. I knew he’d never been fucked like this before.

“You like that, fuck boy? You like being used?”

He strained to say something. I made out a ‘yes, sir’ but it was muffled.

“You want to be my jacked-up fuck pussy? You want to be my muscle pussy?”

Again, he said yes.”

“You didn’t have a choice, fuck boy. Understand me? You never had a choice.”

He tried to nod his head. I leaned back and brought his legs down and he wrapped them around my waist. I kept fucking. I had to stop myself from cumming so many times. I kept looking down at the most beautiful guy I had ever fucked. And he was behaving like a cum dump; love it when a dude like him becomes a cum dump.

I spread his legs wide, holding his ankles out. “Fucking you like you fuck my daughter. You like being fucked like a bitch, don’t ya?”

He nodded his head. “Yes, sir. I’m your bitch, sir. I want to be your bitch.”

“You are my bitch, fuck boy.”

“Oh yes,” he hissed.

Now was the time I decided I was ready to mark him. I jack hammered him again until my body tensed, I rolled back my head and howled out as I injected his muscle pussy with my thick, creamy load. I saw cum spurt from his cock at the same time. I thrust into him a few times; each thrust was another load into him. When I came off my high, I fell down onto his chest. We were both panting hard. My head was buried in the crook of his thick neck. His hands were roaming my back, his knees spread wide on the mattress. I was still inside of him. I’m the type that stays hard forever. I can go over and over once I recover but I never go soft.

I heard his deep voice make little noises in his throat. I think he was trying to speak, but I spoke instead.

“You will understand something, Brock. If you defy me, try to ghost me, try to break my conditions, I will hunt you down and make you regret it. Understand? There is no saying ‘no’ to me. You knew what you were getting into. You’re muscle pussy. That’s what you are. I’m relentless and obsessive… to a fault. Tell me you understand.”

I could tell he was letting it all sink in. He bit off more than he could chew and now he really was starting to regret it. At the same time, I hit all his buttons. He was hesitant but I didn’t mind. I like him a little scared.

“Sir… Mr. Russo… I… uh… I’m not sure…” he stammered. I stopped him.

“NO! You are sure. You picked the wrong man to fuck with. This is what you wanted. This is what you are. Time to play with the big boys, Brock. You picked a fight, I won. Got it?”

I heard him swallow hard. I moved my cock inside of him. I heard him gasp. He needed a little more incentive. I slid into him and then pulled out very slowly. I heard him quietly moan. I played with him. I showed him how I make him feel. I fucked him like I was making love to him.

“Answer me, Brock.”

He took in a deep breath and replied, “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy. Do you want another load?” I asked him softly before I kissed him.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy. You’re a good boy, Brock.” I kissed him softly. “You’re a beautiful boy, Brock.”

“Thank you,” Brock whispered.

“I’m going to own every muscle in your body. Every time you lift, you’ll remember you’re doing it for me. Every time you look in the mirror, you’ll remember me standing behind you, inside you, making you moan. Your body, your face, your world, is for me. You understand, baby boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.”

 

I fucked another load into the boy. I could tell a million things were running through his head. He was in so much pleasure that it canceled out his doubts. I fucked him doggie, then against the wall. We fucked all over the room. God, he was beautiful. I fucked him in front of a mirror. I made him watch himself get used. I made him look me in the eye as I took him from behind. He knew he was where he needed to be. I came until I was dry.

 

We lay next to each other. I held him, his head resting on my chest. He was running his hands on my abs.

“Sick abs,” he mumbled.

“You have to break up with Zoe,” I told him.

He hesitated. “I do?”

“Immediately.”

“What do I tell her?”

“I don’t care. Tell her you’re a slut. Tell her you found someone new. Tell her you’re gay. Those aren’t lies.”

He scoffed. “I don’t know that I’m gay.”

I laughed. “Oh, baby boy, you gay.” He was quiet for a while. I think he was pissed.

“And how do I explain hanging out with you?” he asked.

“That’s easy, baby boy. You are going to be a cop.”

Walking in the door of his office, we both recognized each other, even though he was wearing more clothing than I had usually seen him wearing.  Shaking hands we both laughed that we could finally put a name to each others face.  Ow yeah, I was there for just a run of the mill annual skin cancer check and The Doctor is a dermatologist I had been referred to, but had no idea who he was before walking in to his room.

The Doctor is in his thirties, fit, Asian guy who hangs out at his pool in speedos all the time.  From my patio I can see the pool in his building and I perv at him all the time.  OK, I will be honest,  I have jerked off MANY times watching him and thinking about him.  All year round, The Doctor hangs out at his pool, primarily on weekends, and he only wears speedos.  While I haven’t documented it, he has an extensive speedo collection because he rarely wears the same speedo two days in a row.

Over the past twelve months we have passed each other on the street and shared pleasantries but never more than a casual g’day.

Now I was about to strip down to my speedo for my skin cancer check up.  I knew there was no way to keep my pending erection under control.

He got down to business and we chatted about medical stuff for five minutes or so.  All the while my cock was stirring.  Usually at these kind of appointments I have to strip down to my underwear, which for me is always speedos.  Doctors in the past have never said anything, I figured I’d just say I was on my way to the pool or beach if they asked.  My tan lines give away that I wear speedos anyway.  Despite all the small talk, all I was thinking about was that I would be stripping down to my new ADDICTED blue and maroon speedos that I have been sharing a bunch of selfies and dick pics of lately.

The Doctor began the examination on my head/face.  I remained sitting and he wore some weird glasses.  His hands were touching me and he was definitely up in my business, so much so, I could feel his breath.  Face done, The Doctor told me to remove my shirt and stand up.  He was all business, using a gel on different freckles/moles and then he would press this magnifying thing on it and look closely.  Again, he was very close to me and there was no way he hadn’t seen the bulge in my shorts.

Top half done, The Doctor stepped back a little bit and asked me to remove my shoes, and shorts.   “Just down to your speedo Dave.”  He must have picked that up from the drawstring that was just visible on my belt line.

By now, my cock was fully erect.  Up and to the right, which is how I pack in my fully erect cock inside the lycra of a speedo.

I kicked my shoes off, undid my belt, took a deep breath and slid my shorts off.  I kicked my shoes and shorts to the side and stood up in all my speedo glory, The Doctor was looking at my crotch and my hands instinctively covered my bulge.  I mumbled some kind of apology and The Doctor said it was completely normal, he said he has the same reaction when he wears a speedo in public.  I’m not sure what took over me, but I said “I might have noticed that.”  The Doctor laughed but got on his knees and started examining the freckles/moles on my legs.  Same procedure as before, lots of touching, the gel and then his nose nearly touching me as he looked through the magnifying glass thingy.  At least three times, he brushed the front of my speedo, and each time I flinched a little bit.  The Doctor didn’t apologize or even acknowledge the touch.

It felt like this went on for ages and I was standing there practically naked and rock hard.  Finally The Doctor stood up and told me that everything looked fine and I went for my shorts.  The Doctor stopped me, he said “Before you go, would you like me to help you with that?”  Looking down at my crotch which had even started to ooze precum through the lycra.

“I would love that.  What did you have in mind?”

The Doctor told me to turn around and put my hands on the examination table.  I did what I was told and behind my back I heard him going through things on his desk.  Looking over my shoulder I saw The Doctor with one of those blue rubber gloves on and squirting the gel stuff over the index and middle fingers.  He came up on my right side.  His rubbered and lubed up left hand slipped down my butt crack and started rubbing my butt hole, his right hand started stroking my cock, keeping it inside my speedo.

This was the last thing I had expected at my Doctors appointment.

The Doctor then started whispering in my ear:

“I’ve watched you in your pool in your sexy little speedos.”

“Are you fucking that property manager who hangs out in the pool with you.”  Yes.  That is the manager of my complex and my landlord, I have written extensively about our sexual experiences.  He is a little older but fit and while he is married and outwardly completely straight, he had some gay experiences as a younger man and has definitely rekindled those with me recently.  We often hang out at the pool in speedos drinking beer and usually end up back at my unit fucking our brains out.  Interesting that The Doctor had picked up on that.

“Does he fuck you hard?”  Yes he does.

“I want you to go home and have him fuck you this afternoon.  And then when I get home, I’m going to come over and fuck you just as hard.  You up for that?”  Yes Doctor.

“And I want you to wear these cummy speedos of yours all day, don’t change them until after I have fucked you tonight.”  Yes Doctor.

By now I was on the edge of orgasm as The Doctor’s fingers were deep inside me.  As my hips started trusting he told me not to be too loud.

Then, I exploded in my speedo.  I do this probably once a week on my own, and it feels amazing.  The lycra all over the head of my cock adds sensation while also feeling a little restrictive.  As not to get my cum on his right hand, The Doctor gently squeezed by balls while my cock pulsed out cum.  It was going to be a mess.

“Well Dave, you can get dressed now.  On your way out be sure to make an appointment for twelve months time with the receptionist.  And I will see you at six o’clock out the front of your building.”

And with that, The Doctor pulled off the rubber glove, threw it in the bin by the door and walked out of the room like it had been just another appointment.  I was standing there with a speedo full of cum.

The rest of my day was pretty horny as well which I have written about as well, if you are interested.

Once outside the medical practice I messaged My Landlord “Hey mate, that darn oven of mine has been playing up.  I’ll be home in fifteen if you want to swing by.”  Any ‘repairs’ were code for, ‘wanna fuck’….

Catch: Three Refugees Tore My Married Hole! I’m James, a 45-year-old dad, ripped apart by three hung refugees in a filthy alley. My tight ass torn, I’m now my nephew Kyle’s bitch, humiliated by his brutal texts and cock. Soaked in piss and cum, I crave young studs to wreck me. Dive into my shameful descent into depravity!

I’m James, 45, a corporate hotshot turned cock-hungry slut, my life shattered by my own nephew, Kyle. After those refugees tore my married hole in Texas, I became a pathetic bitch, owned by his 19-year-old cock. My tight ass, still scarred from that brutal gang-fuck, throbs with every step, a reminder of the whore I’ve become. My wife and 18-year-old son, Ethan, are clueless, but I’m too far gone to care.

Kyle’s made me his slave, and we fuck everywhere—my office, dark alleys, even my own goddamn house. The thrill of sneaking around with my family home drives me wild. One night, with Ethan gaming in his room and my wife asleep, Kyle slipped into our guest bathroom. “On your knees, bitch,” he whispered, his voice dripping with dominance. I dropped, my mouth watering as he unzipped, his 9-inch cock springing free. He fucked my throat raw, my gags muffled by the sound of the shower I’d turned on to cover us. His hands gripped my hair, slamming my face into his sweaty pubes, calling me a “filthy cumrag” as he blew his load down my throat.

But last week, I fucked up. We were in my basement, my wife upstairs cooking dinner, Ethan out with friends. Kyle had me bent over an old couch, his cock pounding my torn ass, the pain and pleasure blurring into ecstasy. “You like that, you dirty whore?” he growled, slapping my cheeks till they stung. I couldn’t help it—his brutal thrusts hit my spot, and I came hands-free, my cock squirting like a chick’s, cum splattering the floor. I moaned, lost in the high, but Kyle’s face darkened.

“You fucking slut,” he snarled, yanking his cock out, leaving my hole gaping. “Did I say you could cum?” He grabbed my throat, his fingers digging in. “You’re my bitch, and you cum when I say.” I whimpered, “I’m sorry, Master,” but he wasn’t having it. He kicked me to my knees, his boot pressing my face into my own cum. “Lick it up, pig,” he ordered. I obeyed, my tongue scraping the sticky mess off the concrete, shame burning through me.

The next day, Kyle showed up at my office with a package. “Strip, bitch,” he commanded, locking the door. My hands shook as I dropped my pants, my torn ass still sore. He pulled out a steel chastity cage, its cold metal glinting. “You don’t get to cum without my permission,” he said, smirking. He grabbed my soft cock, roughly shoving it into the cage, the tight ring clamping around my balls. I winced as he locked it, the key dangling from his neck like a fucking trophy. “Now you’re really mine, you pathetic cunt,” he sneered, slapping my caged cock. The pain shot through me, but my locked-up dick twitched, desperate for release. He fucked my throat right there, my gagged moans echoing as he called me a “worthless cock-sleeve,” his cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed, the cage a constant reminder of my submission.

I’ve become a good bitch slave, craving Kyle’s abuse. I grovel, beg, and obey, my torn hole always ready for his cock. Last night, in my garage while Ethan was at a movie and my wife was at book club, Kyle fucked me against my car, his hands choking me as he whispered, “You’re such a good slut, Uncle James.” I melted, proud to please my master. Afterward, he sat me down, his tone softer. “You’ve been good, bitch. Let’s talk. What woke this whore in you?”

I hesitated, my face burning. “Texas,” I admitted. “Those three refugees… they tore my ass open, made me their bitch. I loved it.” Kyle’s eyes gleamed, a wicked idea forming. “You miss that, don’t you, you filthy pig?” I nodded, ashamed but honest. “Good,” he said, smirking. “I’ve got a reward for my favorite slave.”

The next evening, Kyle texted me. “Meet me at 9, same spot as Texas. Wear this.” A blindfold arrived at my office, black and thick. My heart raced, but I obeyed, telling my wife I had a late meeting. Ethan was at a friend’s, so I slipped out, my caged cock throbbing under my jeans. Kyle met me in a dark lot near that same seedy Texas street, the air thick with danger. “Blindfold on, bitch,” he ordered. I tied it tight, my world going black, my body trembling with anticipation.

He led me to an alley, the same one where those refugees broke me. “Kneel, slut,” he said, his voice cold. I heard footsteps—multiple, heavy, drunk laughter. Panic crept in, but my caged cock twitched. “Who’s there?” I whispered. Kyle laughed. “Your reward, you dumb whore. I’m your pimp now.” Before I could process, rough hands grabbed me, tearing my clothes off. Voices, slurred and aggressive, spoke in Arabic. I realized they were a gang—young, drunk Arab thugs, their breath reeking of liquor and malice.

“Filthy pig,” one growled, spitting on my blindfolded face. They didn’t care who I was—just a hole to wreck. One shoved his thick cock in my mouth, choking me, while another rammed into my torn ass, the pain reigniting the Texas scars. My hole tore again, blood slicking their thrusts, but I moaned, the brutality awakening that sick hunger. “Take it, you married slut,” another sneered, slapping my face. They were relentless, three or four—I couldn’t tell—taking turns, their cocks stretching my throat and ass, their hands bruising my hips. One pissed on my chest, the warm stream soaking me as they laughed, calling me a “cum-hungry bitch.”

I panicked, my blindfold trapping me in darkness. “Kyle! Master, help!” I screamed, my voice muffled by cock. But Kyle just laughed, close by, his phone recording. “Shut up, you worthless cunt,” he taunted. “This is what you wanted.” They fucked me harder, one shoving two fingers in my torn hole alongside his cock, the pain blinding. I came hands-free again, my caged cock leaking, my body shaking like a whore’s. They roared, unloading in my ass and mouth, their cum dripping down my face, mixing with my tears.

When they were done, they left me sprawled in the alley, cum and blood pooling beneath me. I heard Kyle’s boots approach. “Good bitch,” he said, unzipping. He jerked off, his hot load splattering my blindfolded face. “This is your reward, you disgusting slut.” He ripped off my blindfold, and I blinked, cum stinging my eyes. Their loads coated my face, dripping into my mouth. Kyle leaned down, grabbing my chin, and kissed me, his tongue forcing their cum deeper. I gagged but kissed back, my body his.

“If you keep being my good bitch slave,” he whispered, “I’ll reward you like this again.” I looked up, my face a mess of cum and shame, and gave a lustful, whoreish smile. I wanted more—more cocks, more pain, more of Kyle’s control. “Thank you, Master,” I croaked, my caged cock aching, my torn ass bleeding. He smirked, pocketing his phone with the video. “Let’s go, pig. You’re mine.”

I stumbled home, cum and piss soaking my torn clothes, my wife asleep, Ethan still out. I didn’t shower, craving Kyle’s mark—their cum, my blood, his power. My chastity cage locked away my pleasure, my torn hole a testament to my fall. I’m James, a wrecked, humiliated bitch, and I’ll do anything for my master’s next reward.