As I entered my senior year, the best part of my day was my Math class because my teacher Mr. Williams was the perfect man, tall, handsome, and muscular.  I always took the front seat in front of his desk and he would lean against his desk as he talked and crossed his legs giving me a full view of his incredible bulge. He knew I was staring and he would look at me and smile.  For months we played a cat and mouse game and I would get lost in thoughts of what it would be like to suck his cock and have him fuck me even though I had never experieced sex with anyyone except with my right and sometimes my left hand.  I would get hard and not be able to concentrate.  After several months, he approached me one day and said he would like to talk to me after class.

“Cole, I was wondering if you would be interested in doing some work for me?”
“What kind of work Mr. Williams?”

“I’ve recently moved into a new home and the yard needs a lot of work.  Mainly landscaping, creating flower beds, mulching and cleanup.  I would pay you by the hour and if you’re interested we can work out an hourly wage.”

“Sure Mr. Williams, I can use the money and I have free time on Saturday’s if that would work for you.”

“Great Cole, how about this Saturday and we could start around 9AM.”

“Perfect, text me your address and I will see you on Saturday at 9AM.”  I gave him my cell number and left.

As I walked out into the hall I was rattled and excited at the same time.  That night I jacked off laying in bed with thoughts of Mr. Williams..  I had just turned eighteen and my hormones were racing.  After I came I thought about what direction my life was headed.  I couldn’t come out to my parents because I didn’t want to hurt them.  I am an only child and I wanted to make them proud but I began to believe that I was hurting myself by not being the person that I was meant to be.  

Saturday, I arrived at Mr. William’s house promptly at 9AM.  I rang the doorbell and Mr. William’s opened the door smiling….

“Hello Cole, you’re right on time, come in.”  He was wearing shorts and a tank top that accentuated his body.  

I became tongue tied and said….”Hel … Hello Mr. Williams, I’m ready to work.”

“Okay Cole, let’s forget about the formalities, my name is Colin and please call me by my first name… except when we are at school” and we both laughed. “Please don’t mind the mess my house is in, I just moved in a few weeks ago and it’s a slow process getting everything organized. I wanted to work on the yard because I love the outdoors and one thing I wanted as I was looking for a new home was a pool and I got it. Come on, I will show you what I need done.”

The yard was barron with no planting beds and just the pool.   Colin detailed what he wanted, a garden around the perimeter of the yard.  He had a privacy fence installed and as I looked at the yard I envisioned what it could look like with plants, shrubs and flowers.

“Mr. William’s, I mean Colin, the yard is barren but adding flower beds with shrubs and other plantings will transform the yard from blah to beautiful.” Some furniture around the pool area will also add to the look.”

“You have some good ideas Cole and I’m going to get furniture this coming weekend.  I’ve made a plan of how I want the landscaping so you can get an idea as to what I envision.  I will be working with you and I don’t think it will take more than a few Saturday’s.”

It was hot and after about an hour of digging Colin took his tank top off and the sight of his hairy chest and strong physique had me chubbed up.  I became self conscious and tried to avoid looking at him.  

“Hey Cole, take your shirt off your drenched.”

I removed my tank top and Colin remarked….”Cole, you have a great upper body, do you workout at a gym?”

“Nah, I have a weight set in my basement and I usually workout three times a week. How about you, you’re in great shape.”

Colin flexed his biceps and laughed….”I go to a local gym three times a week and try to keep myself in shape and I also like to run.”  

We worked throughout the morning and it was hot so around lunch time Colin said he was going to make us some sandwiches.  After a bit he came out with ham sandwiches, chips and Pepsi.  As we sat and ate, Colin told me about his life.  He said that he loved teaching, that he had just turned twenty nine,that he worked as a substitute teacher until last year when he got a permanent position. I have always lived in an apartment, then I bought my dream home after looking for the past year for the perfect house.

I hesitated then asked….”Are you married?”

“Hell no Cole, I’m a happy bachelor.  I have friends and do my own thing.  Someday I may meet someone but for now I’m content.  You will be graduating soon, will you be attending college in the fall?”

“I’m not sure yet but I will be attending college for sure and my goal is to become a Physical Therapist.”

“Good choice Cole and if there is anything I can do to help you along the way… you have my number.”

“Thank you Colin, now I think we should get back to work.”

“Let’s do it and then we can take a dip in the pool to cool off.

We continued working throughout the afternoon and at one point I looked at Colin bent over and the sight of his ass caught my attention and I wondered what he would look like naked.  He turned around and I didn’t move and he noticed me staring.  He smiled and said….”Are you okay Cole”  I stuttered….”Ummmm, yeah I’m fine just stopped for a minute.”  “Were you checking out the scenery?”  I started laughing….”I was and the scenery is nice, well you know the progression of the landscaping.”

The 90 degree heat had just about done us in and Colin said….”Let’s call it a day Cole, I’m worn out.  Let’s get in the pool”

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

He smiled and dropped his shorts and jumped in the pool in his CK briefs.  I followed by dropping my shorts and joined him.  

“Man, this feels good, the heat was really getting to me Colin”

“Refreshing isn’t it? I wanted a pool and when the yard is done it will be my happy place to relax.”

After a bit we got out and my eyes went directly to Colin’s bulge.  The way he looked with the water cascading off his tanned body had me chubbing up again.

“Hey Cole, you’re staring again.”

“I’m so sorry but you have a perfect body.” 

“Thank you, I’m going to get us a couple of bottles of water and we can sit and talk.”

Colin came outside and we downed half of the water.  I was nervous after staring at Colin and that he had noticed.

“Cole, I have noticed for some time that you like to watch me.  Maybe it’s my teaching mannerisms or could it be something else?  If you don’t mind me asking, are you into guys?”

I froze and looked down and didn’t know what to say.”It’s okay Cole, I don’t judge and can I tell you something just between us?”

“Sure, just between us.”

“I’m gay Cole and I hope that doesn’t bother you.  What I have just told you cannot leave here and has to be between you and I.  I trust you and feel that I can confide in you and you in me.  I have observed that you’re very mature for your age which is refreshing.”  

“I have never told anyone Colin, but I’m gay also even though I have never experienced sex with a guy.”

“Well damn, I would have never known if I didn’t catch you checking me out.  It was a sign to me that you possibly were gay.”

“Colin, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable but you’re the definition of eye candy. You must have guys constantly wanting to hook up with you.”

“Thank you, wow, eye candy huh? I’m flattered but I’m not that kind of guy going with every Tom, Dick and Harry.  I have had opportunities to enjoy sex but I choose wisely and I don’t do hookups at bars.”

“I understand and I respect that.  I have portrayed myself as straight because the backlash of coming out scares me not to mention what it would do to my parents.”

“Cole, it’s a choice you will have to make at some point because your life will not move forward until you do.”

“I know and I realize that I have to accept my destiny but I don’t want to hurt anyone in the process.”

“Don’t you think about having sex?”

“I do all the time but I’m afraid of being outed.”

“You wouldn’t be outed with me Cole.” 

“It’s nice to be able to talk to someone because I have never shared what I have told you with anyone.”

“I am a very private person Cole and though I am out to my family and a few close friends, I don’t advertise that I’m gay.  Being a teacher I have to be careful of the ramifications.”

“I understand what you are saying and thank you for sharing that with me.”

“Cole, you must fantasize about what you would like to do sexually?”

“Well even though I have never experienced sex, I have watched porn and I love all aspects of sex, gay sex that is. I have dated girls to keep my straight image but I feel like I’m cheating myself.”

“You are cheating yourself and I have to say, all this talk has my CK’S stretched to the max.”

“I laughed, “me too Colin,” as I pointed to my pouch tenting outward.

“Do you want to come in and indulge in some experimentation?”

“I think I would,…. lead the way.”

Before going in the house Colin removed his wet CK briefs and I did the same.  My heart was racing and as we walked down the hallway to his bedroom the sight of his ass was everything that I had imagined.

We walked into his bedroom and he told me to lay on the bed on my back.  

“Cole, you need to relax and let me take you to a place you have never been before.”

He moved in between my legs and slowly knee crawled up my body.  His mouth touched my nipples and the sensation was radiating to my ass like erotic impulses.  He moved down, licking and kissing my body, reaching my abs. My breathing increased as he went down further into my pubes.  He was making moaning sounds which turned me on even more.  He took hold of my cock and licked the precum that was spilling from my piss slit and then engulfed the head of my cock….

“Uh, uh oh wow,  that’s really nice.” as my body arched….

He took the length of my cock without stopping until his nose was in my pubes.  He kept my cock in his throat and sucked it and then came all the way up and back down again.  After some time he let my cock pop out of his mouth and he went for my balls, lavashing  them with his tongue and using his finger to massage my taint. My head was moving back and forth because I had never felt anything so incredible.  I knew I wasn’t going to last long as he brought me to the brink.

“Colin, stop, I’m going to Cum.”

He intensified his mouth action and within thirty seconds I exploded in his mouth and he sucked me and swallowed every drop.  He kept my cock in his mouth as dribbles continued and then he licked and cleaned my cock off.

“Was it good for you Cole?  You are a shooter and I had to keep swallowing so I wouldn’t lose any of your tasty cum.”

“Colin, I have no words to describe how it felt, I guess amazing, incredible, awesome are just a few descriptive words. I’m sorry I didn’t last longer but your mouth was incredible and so much different than using my hand.”

We both sat and talked and being naked with him felt so comfortable.  He told me that there was much more that he wanted to share with me and as he spoke in his soft voice I realized what a beautiful guy he is. 

“Let’s take a shower and get cleaned up.”

We washed each other and Colin held me looking into my eyes and I hoped that he would kiss me but he didn’t and I didn’t want to make the move.  We were both hard again and with a smirk he said….”So as my student, would you like to come over Wednesday evening for some tutoring?”

“I think tutoring is exactly what I need.” 

On Monday an exuberant Mr. William’s smiled when I entered the class room.  I chuckled to myself at the thought of getting together for some one on one tutoring from Mr. William’s.

fter class he invited me to dinner on Wednesday and I accepted his invitation.  When I got home I took a shower and dressed in my tightest jeans with a henley shirt that accentuated my upper body.  A splash of Gio cologne and I was on my way.

I rang the doorbell and Colin opened the door and said….”Hey Cole, come on in, you’re early but dinner will be ready in about an hour.  Damn, those jeans hug you in all the right places.”

“Thanx man, something smells really good.”

“I hope you like Lasagna Cole.”

“I’m Italian, do I have to say anymore?”

We sat and talked for a while and Colin got serious….”I have been thinking about what has happened between us Cole and I have never done anything like this before with a student.  I feel guilty and know that I should be concerned that I let it go this far.”

“Let me say this to you, I may be eighteen but I am now an adult.  I think you are an amazing person and in the short time we have been together I realize this is new to you also.  Let’s enjoy each other and the time we share together without being guilty.  What has happened between us is between you and me.”

I helped Colin set the table and we sat down to a meal of Lasagna, salad and an Italian Crusty Bread.  As we ate, our talk became easy and a closeness had developed between us.

“So Cole, you graduate in two weeks and have you decided on college?”

“I have and I will be taking a DPT Program which is a three year Bachelor’s Degree and followed up with three years of a Doctor of Physical Therapy Degree and by joining them together I will finish in six years instead of seven.”

“Fantastic Cole, I’m happy for you.”

We finished dinner and I helped him cleanup but there was sexual tension in the air because Colin kept staring at me and I started laughing and said….”Look who is staring now!” 

“Cole, you can’t blame a guy for checking out that fine ass of yours.”

“We are done cleaning up so how about some of that tutoring you offered me?”

“If you will follow me to the bedroom Cole,  I have some tasks ready for you to complete and I want you to excel to your fullest potential. 

“Oh Mr. William’s, I want to experience all you have to teach me.”

“Huh, your first exercise will be to learn the technique of sucking cock.  So let’s get naked and begin.”

As we got on the bed I knew that Colin’s body was pure male perfection.  His chest covered in dark hair leading down into his thick pubes.  His erect cock long and thick, had me salivating.  I was about to suck my first cock and I wanted Colin to give me and A+.  He propped himself up on pillows and spread his legs letting me know he was ready.  I knee crawled up his body and I had taken notes on what he did to me.  I raised his arms and licked his hairy armpits savoring his scent.  He placed his hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair.  I used my tongue licking his neck and down to his nipples, lavishing them with my tongue and saliva.  He moaned and I knew that all I wanted was to please him and make him want me the way I wanted him.  I licked my way down his treasure trail leading to the prize I had been dreaming of, his big hard cock.

I took hold of his cock and licked the precum that was spewing out of his piss slit and savored his taste.  My tongue circled the diameter of his engorged corona and his body arched.  I slowly made my descent, inch by inch until I gagged.  I retreated and came up then back down again as he verbally enticed me to continue.  My cock was hard and at that moment I realized how much I wanted to satisfy him, to make him want me.   

Colin raised his legs and gave me complete access to his cock, balls and ass.  I sucked on his huge balls and then my tongue traveled along his taint into his hairy fuck hole….”Fuck, Cole you are a fast learner.”

I went back to his cock and finally was able to take all of him into my throat, gagging but not stopping.  

“Cole, stop, I don’t want to cum.”

I let his cock pop out of my mouth and looked at him….”I was ready for your load.”

He turned over on his stomach and said….”Cole, please, my brown eye needs your tongue.”
I had watched rimming videos so I spread Colin’s cheeks, his hairy crack looked so hot and his pink hole was winking at me so I laid on my stomach and moved up and began to lick his ass cheeks.  I licked his hole with my tongue taking in his scent, musky, sweet and I became stoked, licking, sucking, slurping and getting my face buried in his ass….”Oh fuck, yes, yes, don’t stop Cole, please eat that ass.”

After moisturizing Colin’s delicious manhole with my saliva, I was ready for anything.  I know I did my assignment well by the outbursts Colin made as I munched on his quivering asshole.

“Ahh, lube up Cole and stick that big cock of yours in me.”

I leaned down and whispered in his ear….”You’re my first and I am going to get another A+ from you, teach.” 

I aimed my swollen, dripping cock at my target and pushed in just passing his tight muscle.  His ass clinched and then opened welcoming me in.  I pushed forward and slowly made my way inside him.  The feeling was more than what I ever imagined.  His velvety ass walls wrapped me with erotic sensations that I never wanted it to end.  I fucked him with deep thrusts almost pulling out of him and then back in to the hilt.

“Cole, fuck me man, fuck me hard! 

As sweat dripped from my body I continued to pound his fuck hole and hit his sweet spot non stop.  My libito was rageing and I was about to blow a jizm bomb in his welcoming cum hole. 

I told Colin I was close….

“Fuck me and fill me up Cole.”

“Oh shit, I’m there, fuckin take it yeeeeeeeees.”

I blew my load deep inside him collapsing on his back.  Never had I felt anything so powerful.  I laid across his back until our breathing returned to normal. 

“Cole, man you are fire in every sense of the word.  I have never been fucked like that and you should be proud of yourself.”

“Colin, never in all my horny dreams did I expect it to be so powerful.  Your ass sucked me in and I will never forget my first time.”

“I have to say Cole, I have never cum handsfree before so yes you definitely get an A+ from me.  I made a mess of the bed.”

Colin got us each a bottle of water and we cleaned up.  I helped him change the bed and he started laughing..”What? Why are you laughing?”

“Is this what it would be like to be in a relationship?”

“I don’t know Colin, but I bet it would be nice.” We sat and talked and we were both on cloud nine because somehow we clicked.  My first time and I felt manly and powerful the way Colin submitted to me.

“Hey, my parents are going away this weekend and I was wondering if you could continue my tutoring?”

“In that case, I think it will be a full weekend of tutoring.  Can you handle that Cole, you have much more to learn?”

“I promise you that I can handle any kind of training techniques you can teach me.  I am an avid student, willing to go the distance so I have a full understanding and awareness of different maneuvers one might participate in.”

“Well said Cole.”  as we laughed….”Be here first thing Saturday morning, we can go for a run and then I will make breakfast and we can continue working in the yard and hopefully finish. Later I will make us dinner and plan on staying the night.”   

Another Saturday arrived but this one I knew was going to be special.  There was something about Colin and me that clicked, not just sexually but what manifested was a deep friendship.  I could talk to him and he could talk to me and I needed that in my life and I think he did too.
As I pulled into the driveway, the door opened and Colin was smiling waiting for me.  I walked in and he hugged me and said….”I’m glad you’re here Cole.”

“Me too Colin.”

We went for a three mile run and when we got back he made a delicious breakfast and as we ate we talked candidly about me leaving for college, then about confronting my parents and also his parents.

“Cole, I am going to miss you and I want to thank you for helping me take the yard from blah to beautiful.  Here is your last payment for what you have done for me.”

“I am going to miss you too but I will only be fifty miles away so I can come home on weekends. No Colin, I don’t want the money, consider it a housewarming gift from me.  Maybe you can buy something that will remind you of me.”   

“Thank you Cole, you have become special to me, much more than just sex, even though the sex is more than I ever expected with you.  Have you thought about telling your parents?”

“I have been contemplating telling them before I leave for college and the thought of it makes me sick in my stomach, but I know it’s something I have to do.”

“You always speak highly of your parents and the close bond you have with them.  I think they will understand.”

“I hope you’re right.  You have never mentioned your parents.”

“I came out to my parents when I graduated from college.  I wish I could say they accepted it but they didn’t.  We were not close the way you are with your parents and things became strained and that’s when I moved out and tried my best to make a life for myself with the thought and hope that maybe someday they would accept me.  I don’t think that’s going to happen.  I have an older brother and a younger sister.  My brother talks to me but not often and my sister doesn’t talk to me at all.  I have accepted it but no matter what, they are my family and I love them.”

“I’m so sorry Colin, I had no idea and that could happen to me too but I know for me to be happy I have to tell them.”

“I have a feeling that it will all work out for you.  Do you realize we have been talking for two hours after breakfast?”

“Come on Cole, let’s go lay by the pool and relax.”

“I have to say Colin, the pool furniture is awesome making it the final touch to a beautiful yard.” 

As we laid on the loungers we continued talking about all our hopes and dreams.  Colin got up and took his shorts off and jumped in the pool naked as a jaybird.  I laughed and dropped my shorts and joined him.  We wrestled and I loved the feel of his body.  He wrapped his arms around me and for the first time he kissed me, but it didn’t take long for the kiss to become fueled with passion.  It was something that I never felt before, a longing, a need to be with him.  He looked into my eyes and said….”God you’re beautiful Cole.”

“Let’s head inside, I’m in need of some attention.”

We dried off and walked into his bedroom, laying on the bed holding each other, I felt that Colin was taking me to where I belonged, in his arms igniting an urgency in me.”Colin, I want you in me.”    

“Are you ready for that step?”

“Yes, I am.”

I turned over on my stomach and spread my legs, giving Colin a full view of my virgin hole.  I was ready for him to take me.

“Damn Cole, your ass is perfect.”

He spread my cheeks and his tongue touched my quivering hole and like magic he took me into a dark place where man sex was raw, and erotic with no limits.  I knew I was about to be deflowered and I was on the edge but ready.

Colin’s cock peeked into my hole and as he pushed in it became painful and I tightened up.  He stopped and whispered in my ear….”You have to relax, the pain will soon be gone.”

“Fuck it hurts, please go slow.”

He pushed into me, popping through my sphincter and as he did I was feeling pain but also strange sensations.  As he continued he hit a certain spot and the pain was gone.  He began a slow rhythm touching my sweet spot and I became unhinged.

“Colin, ahh, that spot, fuck it feels good.”

His thick cock was stretching me open and I grabbed onto the sheets, my ass lifting to accept all of him.  His thrusts became harder and deeper and I wanted it all.  The bed was squeaking as the fuck became more and more intense.

“Get on your back Cole.”  

I turned around and he placed my legs on his shoulders and he was back inside me.  This was more than I ever anticipated and I was delirious as Colin fucked me.  He dropped my legs and laid on my body.  Sweat poured off of us and the smell of his body had me begging him for more.  Something was happening, moments filled with intimacy as his lips met mine and our mouths became caverns of lust.  

” Ahh Cole, I never have….”

“Cum in me Colin, give me part of you.”

“Ahhhh, oh fuck, Cole, I’m fuckin cumming, fuuuuuuuuck!

“Yes, yes, me too, fuck me, fuck me hard, ooooooooooooh yeeees!

I could feel Colin filling me and as he laid on me our bodies slick from sweat and my cum.  I knew I had found a guy that could curl my toes and make me want him every hour of every day.

“How was it for you Cole?”

“I am speechless but one thing I know is your cock is going to be in me again and soon.”
The rest of the weekend we fucked like rabbits and we could not get enough of each other.  I got my first taste of Colin’s cum and my tutoring was over.  I had now passed mansex 101 and we laughed talking about it.  

After we showered we sat and talked and Colin became serious.  I could tell something was wrong so I asked….

“What is it Colin, you’re quiet.”

“You’re eighteen and I’m twenty nine Cole.  I think we need to cool off and not let this get complicated. You’re going to college and you will have many experiences.  You’re infatuated with me because I’m your first.” 

“What are you saying?  You don’t want to see me anymore? You think this is just an infatuation for me?”

“This has been great and I appreciate the time we have spent together plus all your help making my yard look amazing, but I think I’m at fault here and should have been more responsible.”  We will see each other from time to time and once you’re away at college you will forget all about me.”

“I think I understand what you’re saying and I think I should leave.”

I got up and got my things together and I was holding back my emotions.

“Thank you Colin, I have to go”

Colin didn’t say a word, he just stood there.  I left and as I drove away my eyes began to rain and I had to pull over.  How could this go so wrong and how will I face him in class?  My last week before graduation was going to be difficult….

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Quote for thought….The heart is like a compass, it either leads you closer to a person or it shows you another way.  If it’s meant to be it will be…..

To be continued…. 

I loved spending time on my uncle Fred’s farm, when I  say farm it was just a small holding with chickens and a few goats. My uncle was a big guy with a four day beard stubble and an easy going attitude. The plus for me was  he lived alone and was a straight acting gay guy who wasn’t afraid to tell you what he wanted and when he wanted it.

Being a twenty year old gay and ‘out’ being with my uncle was not only great fun but a fucking education, literally!

We’d been working on a new chicken coup in the hot sun. My uncle Fred was only in trousers with a pair of braces holding them up which exposed his broad hairy chest He looked fucking sexy as hell and his muscled arms made short work of a new roof to the hen coup.

“That’s enough for today lad” he said “Let’s go into the barn. I need to fuck you lad”.

I was used to his candour and followed him up to the small barn near the house.

“Get your shorts and pants down and lay over that hay bale boy” he said.

Excitedly I did what he asked.

“Get this fucker nice and stiff for me” he said, dropping his braces down and letting his trousers fall to his ankles. He came around to my face and showed me his gigantic cock.

I gasped audibly as the fucker was already rampantly stiff and thick as fuck.

“Suck on it lad and get it nice and slobbery wet for your uncle. I need it nice and slippery to get in your tight little arsehole”.

Even looking at his cock made my eyes water and to imagine it fucking my arse was somewhat of a fantasy.

I stretched my mouth over his throbbing knob and took half of his shaft into my mouth for a good slobber filled sucking.

As I sucked him he leaned over and began to finger my arse which had me moaning instantly.

With his prick dripping with my saliva and my jaw aching he got behind me and rubbed his hot knob against my tight arsehole.

A little push and I groaned, a further push with his hands holding my hips and I was opening my arse for him. It took a good five minutes of patience to get all of his prick into me but then the last lunge had his balls slapping my bum and  I knew it was all in.

“For fuck’s sake!” I said “That is one massive cock uncle. Oh! Fuck it’s huge and stretching me wide open”.

When he started fucking me I was moaning with each thrust and holding the hay bale as if my life depended upon it.

“You’re fucking tight lad but it feels fucking epic boy. Fuck! I’m loving it” he said speeding up the fucking.

My cock was being rubbed against the hay bale and that felt pretty good, each deep insertion of dick in my arse had my cock jumping.

Over on my back for a change of position he laid into me good and hard on a carpet of straw my legs wrapped around his waist.

His face was ecstatic, his breath laboured as he shagged moans of joy out of me.

“Harder!” I said “Faster uncle, fuck me fast”.

He was clobbering my prostate and the sensation was mind boggling/

He grabbed my cock and began to wank me as he fucked my arse and within moments I was shooting a bollock load of spunk over my heaving belly.

My cock just kept throbbing out the cum as he drove his big cock home.

A loud grunt and my uncle was tossing off his cum into my arsehole at break neck speed, his spunk creaming the walls of my arse and soaking my prostate with precious semen.

“Thanks lad. that was worth a cup of tea, join me back at the house” he said and he got off me pulled up his trousers and made his way out of the barn.

My hole was throbbing hot and gaping, my uncle’s creamy cum slithering from my cock sore arse.

I lay looking up at the holes in the barn roof, wondering how many farm hands my uncle had

fucked in the barn. I knew he would have had his way with many but then that was my horny uncle and I loved him for it.

After a ploughman’s lunch and enough tea to quench our thirsts  my uncle was feeling horny again.

“Come here lad” he said sitting at the table.

I got up and stood next to him at the table..

“Get your cock out lad”

I could see the hungry look in his eyes and did as he asked holding my dick. I grabbed hold of my cock and began to lick it making it stiffen instantly.

Swallowing half of my cock he sucked me to full erection whilst his hands felt my arse and played with my balls.

His mouth was so hot and his tongue was pleasuring my prick making me moan and making my knees tremble.

He pulled my cock from his mouth and just ogled it for a moment or two

“That is one nice suck worthy cock lad” then he took it back into his mouth sucking it down to the base and burying it in his hot throat whilst I moaned with lust.

My uncle was throating me like crazy whilst I held his head in my hands. Playing with my balls increased my need to cum so I warned my uncle that I was close.

He pulled my cock out of his throat.

“That’s what I want lad. I want to suck all your lovely spunk out” and he clamped his mouth over my raging stiff cock and sucked me ravenously.

I felt that unstoppable churning in my balls and my prick just jumped for joy in his hot mouth splattering his tonsils with my spunk.

He greedily drained my balls off, his hand jiggling my nuts to draw every sperm from my body, his mouth actively sucking hard on my sensitive knob.

Balls aching and drained my uncle released my pulsating prick from his mouth. He roughly pushed plates and cups across the table and told me to get on all fours in the space he’d made. I did as he asked my dick almost sliding across the butter in the butter dish. He held my arse cheeks apart and buried his face into my arsehole sticking his cum creamy tongue up me as far as he could.

I groaned with delight as it felt so fucking good and held onto the table tightly.

After a good ten minutes of insatiable rimming I found that my cock was stirring again. My uncle’s tongue must have been aching by now but he kept on digging it into my arsehole like a rabid tongue fuck.

My cock now rigid was nestling in the butter of the butter dish and feeling pretty nice.

Pulling me down off the table and leaning me over it, he yanked my trousers and pants down to my ankles and then stuck his own cock in the butter to use as lube to fuck me with.

His big gnarled prick slippery with butter eased easily into my hot arsehole sliding all the way up me to my uncle’s hairy balls.

“Fuck me” I said, holding onto the table “Give me that fucking big cock”.

He gave me his cock alright together with two of his fingers , his fucking making me whimper and moan.

“Boy, your arsehole is so fucking hot lad” he said “I just can’t get enough of it”.

Using just his cock now his long strokes from balls to knob had me gasping and groaning. The feel of his hot buttered prick was incredible and so fucking sensual my prostate was juddering inside me.

“Oh! Fuck!” I moaned “Fuck me, Oh! Fuck me!”.

My uncle was breathing pretty heavy and the fucking was moving the table till we were nearly at the door.

A growl and ecstatic groan had my uncle’s cock spurting it’s spunk deep into my arse as he continued to grind his prick against me.

A swift wank of my own dick and I was shooting too. Cum flew from my cock like a fucking fountain, the butter in the butter dish getting a topping it wasn’t expecting.

My uncle wrenched his throbbing cock from my arse, it was pulsating and shiny with cum and butter, a string of pearls dangling off his knob as he moved away from me.

My arsehole was gaping wide and I could feel the swell of cum oozing from it as I lay panting.

“We’ll have a cup of tea now lad” said my uncle nonchalantly. “Tonight you’ll be sleeping with me in my bed and we can have some more fun”.

Uncle Fred was insatiable I new that and I wondered how my arse was going to cope during my stay with him but I was keen to find out.

I went to my uncles bedroom at about midnight, He was laying on top of the bed naked and was using a vacuum machine on his cock. His dick was filling the plastic tube, his knob pressing hard against the side as he pumped away.

“Oh! This feels nice lad. he said “Glad you’re here now. Now do me a favour lad and look in that top draw over there”. He was pointing to a chest of draws by the window.

“Do you see a big thick fake cock there? Get it out and shove the fucker right up my arse lad”. he said opening his legs wide.

“But it’s huge uncle” I said holding the monster cock in my hand.

“I’ve had it up me before lad and it gives my prostate a good tingle when you switch the vibrating option on.. Come on lad tuff the fucker up me I’ all lubed up ready”..

I was thankful it wasn’t my arse on the receiving end of the fake cock but my uncle obviously knew what to expect.

I held the dick against his hairy arsehole and pushed hard. My uncle’s greedy hole seemed to immediately expand and take half the cock in.

“Keep pushing it in lad, I can take it” he said. and so I shoved the cock harder and he took the full length.

“Switch the fucker on lad. I want it to vibrate inside my arse”.

I turned it straight to ‘high’ and my uncle almost went into convulsions.

“Wow! That’s fucking fantastic. All I need now is your cock in my mouth lad.”.

I was happy to oblige as my cock was throbbing had already. My uncle’s hot wet mouth felt a treat as I slipped my prick between his lips. He kept pumping his cock with one hand and shoving the fake cock up his arse with the other. the randy fucker was in ecstasy ad gobbling on my prick wildly.

Feeling the orgasmic need in my balls I told my uncle I was going to cum and he just slurped and  gobbled on my cock harder.

The force of my orgasm felt fantastic and my spunk filled my uncle’s greedy mouth so much it was dribbling from his lips.

My cock was jerking and churning out my cum and uncle was fucking lapping it up.

Pulling away and panting on the bed by his side I took control of the vacuum pump and fake cock and worked them both together letting my uncle moan and enjoy the sensations as he savoured the taste of my cum in his mouth and on his lips and chin.

“On all fours boy” he said “Fuck time”.

He pulled the vacuum pump off of his swollen prick but kept the fake cock up his arse. Using cum and slobber as lube he prepared my arsehole for his big cock.

I held my breath and shut my eyes tight. The heat of his big knob warmed my arsehole and a push had half of his prick inside me as I wailed like a banshee. Four minutes of pushing and shoving and all of his cock was embedded deep in my hot arsehole with his balls pressing against me. He slow fucked me at first, slowly opening up my hole for his dick as I moaned. As I got used to his cock my arsehole stretched wider to take the thrusts and I was moaning now with sheer cock lust.

A rough fucking was what I needed and my uncle certainly progressed the fuck to that, shagging me deep and hard relentlessly.

My arsehole was burning ad tingling and my prostate jumping for fucking joy as he fucked the whimpers out of me.

His orgasm was a noisy affair with my uncle hollering loudly as he unleashed his sperm into my arse. I was grizzling with tears in my eyes as he shot his load into my guts, my poor battered arsehole throbbing hot and ragged.

He rolled off of me but had not finished with me.

The large fake cock, washed and lubed again made it’s way into my gaping red arsehole and I groaned at the size of it stretching my hole.

“You’re gonna love this lad you wait and see” he said and he switched the vibrator onto high and I almost jumped from the bed. The vibes were hard against my young prostate milking pre cum from my cock and making me stiff again.

My poor arsehole was on fire and yet I wanted more.

Uncle Fred got underneath me and began to suck on my cock again, his mouth a hot greedy prick hole that sucked good.

The vibrator was driving me wild and with my uncle’s mouth around my dick and his hand mauling my balls I was soon shooting off another load of sweet spunk.

Uncle Fred gobbled it all up and continued to tug at my nuts until he had drained the last sperms from me.

“Let’s have a beer now lad, we deserve it” he said leaving me with the fake cock till bussing inside my arse which tormented my sensitive arse .

“Tomorrow lad I’ve invited  another farmer friend of mine Ted to join us for some fun. You’ll like him, he has a big cock and cum’s gallons. So be sure to keep your arsehole nice and lubed kid”.

“Fuck!” my hole was already shag sore and ruined but the thought of another horny man joining us had my hole pulsating for more dick.

Ted turned out to be a tall rugged looking man of about fifty eight.

“This is my horny nephew” said uncle Fred. “Show him your bubble butt lad”.

I was a little shy but dropped my pants anyway to show off my bum to the stranger.

“Nice” said Ted stroking my arse “Can’t wait to fuck him”,

“Well show him your big cock Ted, let him see what he’s gonna get” said uncle Fred.

Ted. without any hesitation, whipped out his cock and began to wank it to full erection.

It was a brute of a prick, long and thick and it’s un cut knob was already beaded with pre cum.

“Best get to the bedroom then boys” said uncle Fred and I followed them upstairs to my uncle’s bedroom.

Once inside they made short shrift of getting my clothes off, their hands exploring all over my body as they did so.

Laid on the bed, Ted quickly took his gear off and lay right on top of me. He was a hairy guy and I loved the feel of his hairy chest against mine and his dick rubbing against my own.

“Be gentle with my nephew Ted he’s had a good fucking already today” said my uncle climbing onto the bed.

Ted rubbed my arsehole with his stiff dick, it was hot and pushed against my sphincter. My hole although sore was ready for more cock and opened up like a fucking rosebud to take Ted’s knob.

A grunt and Ted was balls deep and fucking my arse like a sex starved beast. My uncle was rubbing my face with his cock, his pre cum glazing over my lips. I took his dick in and started to suck on it as Ted continued a brutal fuck of my tender arsehole and I was beside myself with cock lust.

When they suggested that I take both their cocks in my arse at the same time my sphincter trembled and my heart raced,

I told them to try it but could not guarantee that my arsehole would stretch for booth of their randy dicks.

Man handled into position with my uncle underneath me as I lay on top of him facing up

Ted began to lube my hole up with a massive amount of lubricating gel. He smeared a load all over his rampantly stiff cock and then worked a load on my uncle’s erect prick before helping my uncle push his cock inside me.

Balls deep the first big cock was right up my hole and pulsating hot and randy. Ted lay on top of me, his big fucking dick throbbing and lusting my arsehole. His hot knob pushed against my uncle Fred’s hot dick and a hard push had my arsehole stretching wide to take Ted’s enormous knob..

Three minutes of moaning and .arse stretching and Ted’s cock was in me too and seeping pre cum over my uncle Fred’s inserted prick.

Two huge hot stiff cocks were burning my arsehole up an when they started to fuck me I clung to Ted’s bum cheeks and groaned for cock.

The men gave me one hell of a seeing to even turning me right around so that my uncle Fred was on top. My poor arsehole was tingling and ragged with fuck friction yet I was in gay Heaven and now yearning for their spunk to flood deep into my arse.

My uncle Fred was grunting and sweating like a pig and Ted was thrusting into me with vocal moans at each thrust.

My uncle was now shagging me from behind with Ted shafting me from underneath me which meant my face was close to his. I wasn’t expecting Ted to kiss me but he did and his hot tongue leapt into my mouth and my uncle Fred’s tongue licked into my ear. It felt so sensual though my arsehole was raging hot with two cocks doing their best to get

up me as far as possible and to stretch my fucking arse open. The cum, when it came, was an awesome fountain of jizz, each cock spurting  within seconds of each other the throbs of their dicks making my arsehole pulsate and my prostate tingle.

I was whimpering and grizzling and taking their spunk like a cum dump slut and loving every second of it.

When the hot sweaty guys disengaged  from me they left me with my arsehole like a delicious donut.

jam crimson and blobbed with cream except f course it was fuck raw and burning like hell.

Ted stayed over that day and both men left me alone to recuperate a little ,It was nice to lay in that morning and let my arse settle down with the help f some soothing anaesthetic cream that uncle Fred gave me to ease the throb and burn of my well fucked hole.

I was relaxing on my bed when Ted came into my room with a tray of breakfast for me. He was completely naked and his long cock looked pretty nice. My own dick stirred immediately whilst looking at Ted as he was pretty damn fanciable.

So much so I reached up with my hand and grabbed his cock which he seemed to appreciate.

Hs cock certainly did as it began to grow in my hand at breakneck speed.

I pulled his cock close and clamped my lips around it giving it a nice sucking.

“Just a minute” he said “How about some breakfast?” and he pulled the top of my breakfast yoghurt and dipped his cock deep into it.

I looked at the yoghurt coated creamy knob and gobbled the yoghurt off it. He pulled from my mouth and dipped his cock into the yoghurt again and again each time letting me feed the yoghurt off his prick. I grabbed hold of his balls and slurped the creamy treat off of his helmet as he moaned with delight. In the end I was dipping his prick into

the pot and working yoghurt all around his hot cock for me to suck off. My actions got Ted spurting his own creamy treat into my mouth which I savoured and swilled around my mouth whilst looking up into his sexy eyes. I let some of his cum run from my lips, the sight of which had him tossing out one more glob of cum which landed on a slice of toast.

I picked the toast up and ate it greedily just to show the man how much of a gay slut I really was. He looked totally gob smacked and left the room and me to finish off my breakfast which entailed a quick toss off of my own which satisfied my needs, albeit momentarily.

I fell asleep again and when I woke up it was past two in the afternoon. I knew my uncle was finishing off the hen coup so I got dressed and went

out to give him a hand. He was not at the hen coup which looked like it was totally finished anyway.

I was about to go back to the house when I heard noises coming from the barn so went to investigate.

Inside my uncle was laying over a hay bale with his trousers and pants around his ankles and Ted wearing just a vest and with his trousers and pants to his knees was shafting my uncle really hard.

My uncle Fred was actually sobbing as Ted’s big cock fucked his arse but it was a sob of pleasure .

Ted’s arse was going back and forth and he was gripping my uncle’s hips as his cock delved deep up my uncle’s hot arse.

I immediately got an erection that pressed hard against my jeans with a need to be released.

My uncle Fred spotted me watching them fuck and beckoned me over, his eyes were wet with tears his sobs still sobs of anguish and sheer pleasure.

“Fuck Ted’s arse as he fucks me” said my uncle

“He likes to be fucked”.

“Yes” said Ted grunting and shagging “Shove you cock in me lad and shag my arse as hard as you like”.

A tube of lube lay by the hay bale so I whipped my dick out and lubed myself up and then with Ted pausing for a moment I lubed his arsehole up ready for my cock.

Getting into Ted was no problem, my stiff cock just slid in right to my balls and I began to fuck him as he began fucking my uncle again.

I shafted him good and hard his cries and whimpers

only encouraging me to fuck harder and deeper.

With us all moaning, groaning and whimpering the fucking went wilder. My uncle found himself spurting his cum without so much as a stroke of his cock. Ted’s dick must have pressed hard against my uncle Fred’s prostate to cause him to cum.

With my uncles’ arse contracting with his own orgasm Ted’s cock was well and truly milked off and he began to churn out his own load, spurting his spunk into my uncle’s grateful arse.

I was on the brink now, my balls fidgety the heat of Ted’s arsehole caressing my thrusting dick too much for me to bear.

“Spurt in our faces” pleaded my uncle Fred and both he and Ted lay down once I pulled my cock out of Ted’s fuck hole. I wanked my prick over their faces watching them open their mouths like greedy baby birds.

My orgasm was a blast, my spunk just flying from my prick and splattering their faces lips and  some gong directly into their mouths.

Their mad fight over who was going to suck on my cock was something else, with both eagerly trying to gobble me off.

One mouth and then the other finished me off completely, draining my balls dry.

The session was pretty hot and memorable. Ted was going to stay the night again and it was decided that we all share my uncle’s double bed for some more fun. I knew that would mean me getting my sore arse fucked again but hey, who the fuck is complaining!!!!

I woke up to the sound of movement. The room was dim, soft morning light sneaking through the curtains, just enough to blur the edges of everything. My head felt heavy, my body sticky with sleep and sex, sheets twisted around my waist.

Caleb was standing across the room. Still in nothing but his underwear, he was hunched over his bag, tossing clothes inside. The muscles of his back shifted as he moved, broad shoulders tapering into that thick waist. I stared at him, half-awake, my hole still aching from the night before.

“What time are you leaving?” My voice was low, still scratchy.

He glanced over his shoulder, smirking, his hair a mess. “Flight’s at nine. Gotta be out of here in fifteen, twenty minutes.”

I rubbed my eyes, then sat up slowly. The clock on the nightstand glowed red — 6:30 AM. I looked back at him, deliberately slow. “You think that’s enough time to get one final load out of you?”

Caleb froze mid-movement. Then he laughed, low and rough, the kind that made his chest shake. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”

“Yeah, I am,” I said, pushing the sheets off me. I ended up sleeping without my underwear.. there was cum dried on my thighs. I swung my legs off the bed. “But I’m not letting you leave without serving me some breakfast.”

He looked at me, really looked, like he couldn’t decide if he was annoyed or turned on. His cock was already thick under his briefs. I slowed as I walked towards him, close enough to feel the heat coming off his body.

“So… can I?” I asked, voice dropping. “Or are you too late for a morning blowjob?”

His head tipped back with a low groan. “Urgh… fuck, yes.”

“Sit,” I told him, pointing at the edge of the bed like I was the boss in the room. He didn’t even argue. He just sat, legs spread, his cock straining in his underwear as I sank down onto the floor between his legs.

The position felt right; me on the floor, him on the bed, looking down at me like I was about to be fed.

I hooked my fingers into his waistband and tugged. His cock sprang free, half-hard but heavy, glistening with the faint sheen of last night’s mess. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked him once, slow, just to feel the weight.

“Fuck,” Caleb groaned, head tilting back slightly. “Someone woke up hungry.”

I smirked, leaning down. “Mhhm.”

My tongue slid up his shaft, tasting salt and skin, before I wrapped my lips around the head. He hissed through his teeth, legs tensing as I sank down, slow, letting him fill my mouth inch by inch. I gagged lightly when the tip brushed the back of my throat, but I didn’t pull back. I pressed deeper, swallowing around him until his cock was buried almost to the base, my nose brushing the hair at his pelvis.

Caleb’s hand immediately came down, fingers gripping the back of my head. “Oh fuck. That’s it. Take it.”

I pulled back slowly, saliva stretching in a messy string, then plunged down again, harder this time. My throat tightened around him, gagging wetly, drool slipping down my chin. I didn’t care. The nastier it got, the more I wanted.

“Shit, shit—” Caleb’s voice cracked, his thighs flexing as he fucked up slightly into my mouth. His cock hit deep, thick and unrelenting, and my throat jerked around it. My eyes watered, spit dripping onto my chin, but I just moaned around him.

“You’re fucking hungry,” he groaned. “This is the best goodbye.”

I hummed in response, vibrating against his cock. My hand reached up to stroke the base, twisting, while I bobbed my head faster. Every time I pulled off, the wet slap of spit and precum echoed in the quiet room. Every time I shoved his cock back in, there was the loud, glllkkk sound of my throat struggling to take him.

The sounds filled the air; wet, sloppy, lewd.
Slurp.
Gag.
Choke.

His cock smacking against my lips when I pulled off to gasp for breath.

Caleb groaned louder, gripping my hair tight, guiding my rhythm. His chest heaved, veins bulging in his forearms. “Fuckkk, I should visit more often. Look at you. Down on the floor, swallowing my cock like this is your only breakfast.”

I blinked up at him through wet lashes, mouth stuffed full, drool dripping down onto my hand. I moaned, deep and desperate, letting the vibration run through his cock.

“Goddamn. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

I didn’t. I went nastier. I shoved him deep until I gagged hard, spit exploding from the corners of my mouth, then pulled off just enough to smear the mess across his shaft with my tongue. I spat on the head, sloppy, then dove back down.

The taste of him coated my tongue, it was salty, musky and so fucking addictive. My throat burned but I wanted it. Needed it cause it was going to be the last time I’d get this addictive cock.

Caleb’s thighs trembled. He leaned forward, hand gripping the back of my neck now, holding me there, making me swallow him whole. My throat jerked around his cock as he pushed me down to the base and held me there.

“Ghh—fuck, take it. Take it, all the way.” His voice was ragged, breathless.

My chest burned, lungs begging for air, but I kept myself down, swallowing, drooling, letting my throat mold around him. When he finally pulled me back up, I gasped, saliva and precum dripping down my chin, strings connecting my lips to his cock.

“You’re fucking unreal, dude” he panted. “I could cum just looking at your eyes rolling back….”

I smirked, wiping my chin with the back of my hand before shoving him back down my throat again. I stroked him hard with my fist at the base, jerking fast while I bobbed my mouth over the head, suck ing tight, tongue swirling.

Caleb’s abs tensed, his whole body jerking. “Ohh fuckkk. I’m fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

I pulled back just enough to say, low and filthy, “Do it. Feed me.” Then I shoved him back in deep.

His entire body snapped forward. “Urrrghhh FUCK!”

His cock throbbed hard in my throat, thick ropes of cum shooting down before I could even swallow. It was hot, salty, thick, flooding the back of my throat. I gagged but swallowed anyway, milking him with my lips as more spurts hit my tongue.

He kept groaning, voice breaking, as he pulsed inside me, pumping more cum than I thought he had left after last night. I swallowed it all, licking the head clean, greedy for every drop.

When I finally pulled off, gasping, cum smeared across my lips and chin, Caleb just stared down at me, chest heaving. His cock twitched against my cheek.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “You’re fucking insane.”

I grinned up at him, licking a stray drop off my lip. “Enjoyed the sendoff?”

He laughed, shaking his head, then leaned down and kissed me hard. His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting himself, not caring about the mess. When he pulled back, he whispered, “Best sendoff I’ve ever had.”

I got up slowly, legs still weak, and collapsed back onto my side of the bed. My lips swollen, the taste of him still heavy on my tongue. I watched him as he stood, grabbing tissues, wiping himself down with a quick roughness like he was already halfway gone in his head. He pulled on his t-shirt, then his underwear and sweats, stuffing things into his bag with that hurried morning energy.

I didn’t say much, just lay there and looked. Maybe I didn’t want to break the silence, didn’t want to ruin the afterglow with words. He glanced at me a couple times, his mouth twitching like he wanted to smirk but didn’t.

Finally, with his bag slung over his shoulder, he walked to the door. Hand on the knob, he paused, looked back at me. “I know where to stay, if I’m ever back in the city.”

I smiled, biting my lip. “Fuck yes. Can’t wait.”

The door shut softly behind him. The room felt empty, the sheets smelled like sex, and I lay there grinning to myself, stretched out in the warm dent his body had left. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t overthink it. I just let the quiet settle around me, closed my eyes, and sank back into the pillow with a smile.

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I heard my phone telling me I had a new text message. I checked it but there were no new messages. Then I remembered I have a burner number I use only for hook ups. I opened the app and sure enough there was indeed a new message.

It was from Dave and all it said was “Be at the bench at 9 pm”, shoes, t-shirt and shorts, nothing else. When you get there strip completely, put on a blindfold and wait for it. I hadn’t heard from him in ages but I remembered “the bench” he was referring to vividly. It was a park bench in a high traffic area of the park. But after dark the only traffic would be the cruisers.

I arrived at 9 and removed my clothes. I stashed them in some bushes so I wouldn’t have to worry about them being stolen, put the blindfold on then sat and waited. I could hear people walking by with some occasionally stopping and pinching my nipples and stroking my now very hard cock. Where is Dave I kept wondering.

Dave finally arrived and asked me if I was enjoying myself. From the look of all the pre-cum dripping from your cock and how hard it is I would say you are. He stepped up and I felt his cock touch my lips. Suck it slut he told me. I opened my mouth and he slid right in. He held my head as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. When he was almost there he pulled it away telling me I would have to please a lot of other cocks before he would give me his see.

I felt him hanging something from my neck and asked him what he was doing. He told me was just putting a sign on me. I asked what it said and he told me it said that I was tonight’s park cum slut and for everyone seeing me here to use my holes for their pleasure and to either breed me of cover me with their cum. He would be back for me later and left me there.

Once again I was sitting on the bench but people were now stopping and not just looking at me and walking by. They were now actively using me for their pleasure. When the first cock pushed into my mouth a voice told me to suck it good cock sucker, which I did. I could feel it begin to swell and he held my head tightly on it as it exploded. After the first spurt he sprayed the rest on my face.

As soon as that cock finished covering my face with it see another cock took its place. This went on for an hour, cock after cock, load after load. Then someone told me to bend over the bench and I felt some cold lube running down my ass crack and into my hole. As soon as the lube was worked into my hole I felt the cock pushing into me from behind.

This guy had an average sized cock and there wasn’t a great deal of pain and what there was soon disappeared. I was being fucked hard now and actually liking it. This cock was hitting all the right places inside me and I felt my own cock getting hard from the fucking I was getting. Then he grabbed my hips and slammed in as deep as he could get. This is when I felt his cock swell up and begin squirting its load deep inside my now hungry hole.

Once the cock finished and slid out another one slid right in taking its place. This cock was bigger and this guy began punishing my hole. He was really pounding me now and I was moaning loudly. This is when someone stepped behind the bench and started fucking my mouth. I was now being spit roasted. They both finished at the same time and pulled their cocks out of each end spraying their loads all over me.

After these 2 were done there were no more cocks and I sat back down waiting for Dave to return. But before he came back I heard several more people walking down the trail towards me. One sounded like a female. I heard her tell whoever she was with to look at me. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

She asked me what I was doing here like this and I told her I was someone’s cum dump and would be here like this taking all cocks and cum until he came back for me. She started talking quietly to her friend and then she told me to suck his cock hard for him. She said that he was always begging her to fuck her ass and now he could fuck mine and leave her alone.

Once I had him hard he told me to turn around and he then slammed himself into me right to his balls. I screamed out from the pain of it and she told me to keep quiet and let him fuck me harder. He lasted a long time and she began playing with my nipples, pinching and pulling on them. It wasn’t long and I erupted and my cum flew out of my hard cock.

Now once I cum I am usually done but this time I had no choice but to keep taking his cock as he was pounding me hard. I’m almost there he told her and she told him to pull out and spray his load on my face, which he did, then they left me there.

I don’t know how long I waited before someone else stopped and fucked me again but it seemed like there was quite a few cocks once again using my holes and I was somewhat delirious from all the abuse I had been enduring tonight. It seemed to just keep going on and on until I finally heard Dave ask me if I had enjoyed myself. I told him it was good but maybe a little too much. He just laughed.

He told me he had secretly recorded it all and would send me a copy. Then he told me to leave but not to put any clothes back on until I got to my car. I retrieved my clothes and began walking to my car and passed several people. One of them stopped me and asked if I was the guy that had been taking all the cocks out here tonight that he had heard about. I told him I was and he said he was hoping he hadn’t missed out on it. I didn’t know Dave was behind me until I heard him tell the guy to go ahead and fuck me right her and now, that I never turned down a hard cock.

So now I was bent over at the waist with yet another hard cock fucking my sloppy hole. He fucked me like this for several minutes until I felt the head of his cock growing bigger and pulsating as he emptied his balls inside me. He pulled out zipped up and walked away happy.

See you next time slut Dave said as I watched him walk away.

I found my way to the rest rooms and cleaned myself up the best I could, dressed and drove home a well fucked cum dump.

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The last of the afternoon light slips behind the Tentryis mountain range as the floodlights kick in, but training is over for the day, and the team walks into the shed all at their own paces and do their usual routines to clean up and head out for the night.

22-year-old Hudson Barnett sits on the bench towards the back as he packs his bag meticulously, as he always does with a set routine every single time he does it, because each bit of equipment still has its own place, and whilst Hudson wouldn’t necessarily call himself superstitious, his bag being packed the right way has become a tradition.

Finishing off his packing, as he always does, Hudson puts his towel at the top and then puts on his grey Under Armour T-shirt. He sits there as he watches the main group of the team, all standing down the other end, laughing and joking with Billy Chesters, the centre of attention as always.

Standing up, Hudson looks into the mirror, where all 220 pounds of perfect and hard-earned muscle is showcased in the shirt, and his big arms flex as he fixes his hair, which is a bit longer than a buzz cut but is pretty much fuss-free. Fixing himself up, Hudson notices his phone buzzing on the wooden bench next to him as he smiles, as it would probably be a text from his best friend and girlfriend, Ally. 

Looking around, most of the noise has gone with the central part of the team heading off for some party or somewhere that Hudson doesn’t care about, because whilst there isn’t animosity between him and others in the team, he’s not in their social circle as he hears them leave. The entire locker room feels silent without their cacophony of noise.

Sitting back down, Hudson takes another swig of his water bottle as he picks up his phone and sees Ally texting him, “Hey, I’m gonna be home tonight if you wanna come over”.

Hudson sits there thinking he’s alone as the coaches have already left, as he hears footsteps and looks up from his phone, having not yet replied to Ally’s text about coming over. Looking up, he sees the captain, Billy Chesters, walking over with his 6’4 frame and 230lbs of muscle coming towards him.

Billy is probably the human equivalent of perfection; he has the charisma and swagger of someone untouchable, with everyone clinging to him and his personality. The body is a temple that many would worship, muscles built up that looked as if they were chiselled out of marble, each ab cut with perfection, a ‘V’ that would melt so many girls. That, combined with the most perfect blonde hair you could imagine and tanned skin.

Standing there in his Nike singlet top and black pants, the Rolex noticeable on his wrist, Hudson couldn’t imagine what Billy wanted because they didn’t tend to socialise much outside of the team.

“That Ally texting you?” Billy asks as he looks over Hudson, who nods. The relationship that Hudson and Ally have is a complete contrast to the one that Billy has with his girlfriend, Vanessa. Ally is an art student in the Art program, someone who is quieter and a bit more eccentric, someone who would rather be in the background, going to indie gigs held in a warehouse or listening to acoustic performances at the coffee shop.

Vanessa and Billy, on the flip side, are all about show; Vanessa Hart is the undisputed queen of the school and the cheerleading squad, both at the college and nationally. Coming from a wealthy family, Vanessa is a princess who gets whatever she wants. With over 200,000 Instagram followers, Beauty Pageant trophies lining her room, and numerous commercial deals, she has it all.

Billy sits down next to Hudson “So Barnett, you skipping out on the boys for Ally again? Jeez, you’re whipped,” Billy says as Hudson looks at him with a glare.

Sitting there, looking at him, Hudson says, “Probably, I mean, I came to the club with you guys last week and we had a good time.” He doesn’t need to explain himself to Billy, but still feels as if he has to anyway.

The reaction though from Billy surprises Hud “That’s cool man, appreciate you coming along with us but what I wanted to say man, was glad to have someone like you on the team, the speed out there is just pure gold for your size and knowing I’ve got a guy like you to throw the ball to and know I’m more likely to get a catch than not is so good”.

Hudson nods his head. “Your spirals are pretty special, always good to know that I can just grab a pass right on my chest,” he says, as Billy nods and pats Hudson on the back. The conversation, although not typical between the pair, isn’t too unusual because when it comes to the team and game, Billy has pretty good focus and loves to spread the recognition among the team rather than take it all himself.

“Talking with coach before, he’s keen on putting that play on next week when we play Gately College, reckons they won’t pick it especially considering most of the plays we start with go me to Chris” Billy says focusing on Football for a bit longer as Hud nods.

The pair talks tactics for a few more minutes, even though he frustrates him occasionally. Hudson has to admit that Billy is a tactical genius, reading what is going to happen way before it does and flipping the tactics book on its head.

Hudson puts his silver chain on as he looks down at his phone, as Billy gets up, “You sure you aren’t coming to the club tonight?” Billy asks once more as Hudson shakes his head.

Billy stands up and looks at Hudson’s thick thighs, noticing the stubble and razor burn on them “You just shave them, man?” Billy says as the comment throws Hud, but thinks of it just as a random conversation.“Never been lasered? Would make a hell of a difference to those thighs and legs, stops the razor burn and not have to worry about ingrown hairs,” Billy continues as Hudson shakes his head.

Hudson laughs and rubs his hand over his thighs. “Nah… just shave them, it’s not great, but they’ll do with the strapping,” he says as Billy leans back and folds his arms, his persona more friendly, and the conversation really catches Hudson off-guard.

“Hit up Zen Day Spa and ask for Jody, she’s got a laser and moisturising set-up that is brilliant, you know… Zaps the hair, no more razor burn,              it takes like a few sessions but makes it all smooth as hell”.

Billy lifts his pant leg to show it, and Hudson notices how pristine and smooth Billy’s legs look with no trace of stubble or any irritation on them, and it intrigues Hudson a bit.

Hudson sits there, confused about this side of Billy. It’s chatty, it’s chill, definitely not the Billy that Hudson has gotten to know at all in the past few years. “Never pegged you for the spa-type Chesters”, he says with a teasing edge, though still wary about what is going on.

“I don’t know if I’ve got the money for it, I mean, I’m not exactly flush with cash like you… What’s the cost?” Billy laughs unfazed, as the idea of money being an issue has never been a problem for you.

Billy laughs, “It’s not that expensive, Hud. They cut deals for the athletes at college, and if you ask for Jody and tell her I sent you, she’ll hook you up. First session’s quick, like 20 minutes or so, stings a bit, but you’re built and can handle a little bit of pain, right?” Billy says, patting Hudson’s chest.

“I’ll think about it… not sure that’s really me, feels more like you, no offence”, Hudson says as Billy grins. “I’ll tell ya that Ally will probably love it, you know, Chicks dig the clean look, trust me, you’ll feel better when you’re not hacking at your legs with a razor every few days”

Billy smirks, “They do other spots too, if you’re feeling brave”, adding a wink to his comment, suggesting that his laser treatments are very in-depth.

Hudson laughs, shaking his head, “Yeah… think I might pass on that part, Billy”.

The conversation is venturing into uncharted territory for Hudson, let alone with Billy, who now has a calm and open vibe that feels like a friend and someone normal, unlike Billy Chesters’ usual demeanour.

A head pops back through the door. “Yo, Chesters… Vibe Room or Command Centre,” the voice calls out as Billy calls back for them to pick somewhere for a change. He’ll probably catch them up, as he wants to change at home.

Billy heads down to pick up his bag, but as the voices down the corridor disappear, Hudson looks up from his half-written text to Ally and sees Billy coming back to sit down next to him, bag over his shoulder.

“How’s your head at man? You’ve been killing it on the field, just as we talked about, but you seem, I don’t know, a bit different, man… I dunno, chilled out. Everything good?”

Hudson, surprised by the question, nods, as the first thought in his head is that he should have asked that question about Billy tonight.

“Yeah, just tired, you know, back-to-back classes and then you know three games in a week catching up”, he says, sitting there leaning back. “I’m probably gonna just head to Ally’s and order some dinner and relax, you know”

Billy nods, leaning forward, “Nice man, I get that, everyone wants you to do something, but you gotta just… unplug and shut the world out, right? The guys and I get way too caught up in the hype of that party scene… It’s important to do your own thing right?”

Hudson sits there, listening to Billy, and starts to wonder if this is a cry for help or something else, given the conversation’s tendency to veer into weird and unexpected areas, which is consistent with Billy’s desire to chat.

“Yeah, that’s what’s good about me and Ally, she’s solid, you know, we get each other pretty well and are just there, you know, it’s chill between us”.

Billy checks the time on his Rolex “Nice man, that’s the vibe right… look, I probably should head, but I meant what I said before, your speed and hands are legit man, keep it up and they’ll be wanting you”, he says, patting Hudson’s shoulder as he gets up.

“You know if you ever wanna talk plays or whatever, hit me up, man… I know I’m always a bit cocky and loud, but I’m always around, alright?”

Hudson nods as Billy puts out his fist for a bump, which Hud replies to. “Appreciate it, Billy. Genuinely, I’ll catch up with you here in a couple of days.

Picking up his phone, Hudson’s mind is perplexed because the conversation he had seemed real. In the three years he knew Billy Chesters, he had never seen this side of him; it had always been about showing off and being the popular Teflon guy that everyone wanted to be.

Hudson stands up, puts his phone in his pocket, and starts walking to the car when he hears the locker room door open again. Billy is standing there, his white Nike singlet showcasing his muscles, the Rolex gleaming under the LED light, and $250 sneakers standing beside him.

There is a sense of nervousness about Billy as he stands there, his never broken confidence for once actually broken as he sits across from Hudson and runs his hand through his perfect hair before leaning down and looking at the floor.

“Look, Hud…” he says before pausing as Hudson looks up at him, curious about what’s going on and everything. “Wanna Skip going to the club and do something… like… I don’t know,” he hesitates and pauses as a weird mix of vulnerability and nerves alongside confidence.

“I just get this vibe from you… Basically, do you wanna fuck?”

Hudson freezes with his hand on the handle of his bag as he thinks that he totally misheard what he just said. The silence in the locker room is overwhelming except for the buzzing of the air vents in the roof as Hudson expects that he misheard.

Billy is exuding this confident vibe right now, but for Hudson, the confusion is as plain as Billy’s question replays slowly in his head. Hudson’s jaw tightens as not just the question rolls around in his brain, but it came from Billy. The captain of the Football team, the guy with everything, just asked him for sex as he wondered if it was some sort of prank, was he real, but why him?

The overwhelming thought was that it was one of Billy’s cruel pranks he had played on people in the past.

“Uhh…” Hudson manages to say that he has had fleeting thoughts, mere slight curiosity, vague what-ifs that have never stuck or any real sort of attraction other than a recognition of whether a guy is hot or not.

Billy’s smile falters at Hudson’s lukewarm reaction as he sighs, looking down and running a hand through his hair again as his blue eyes meet with Hudson’s. “I don’t know, man…” he says, looking directly at Hudson.

“But there’s something about you that just gives me this vibe, you know? Like… I don’t know, a gay vibe or something… like me.” Billy pauses after he says it, swallowing hard as his charm cracks to reveal something more genuine, cracking through the perfect veneer to reveal something vulnerable, raw and honest. “I’m not messin’ with you, Hud, I swear. Just… felt it… thought I’d say it to”.

Hudson’s eyes narrow as his shock mingles with recognition of what Billy is trying to say. He knows Billy’s history well; it’s filled with dismissive comments to people Billy sees as lesser than him, as well as nasty tricks and mind games with individuals both on the team and in the college as a whole.

For Hudson, the situation is viewed differently; there’s no smirk, no laughing, and no gloating. Instead, there is a sense of genuine vulnerability, as his face flushes red, and the silence feels like an eternity between the last of Billy’s words and Hudson’s reaction.

Hudson’s confusion lingers, still trying to work through Billy’s words before even his own reaction. “Uhh, well…” the hesitancy in his voice apparent “, I mean… yeah”.

The words slip out, almost surprising himself with a tentative approval that he doesn’t fully understand, nor does he even realise whether his comments were saying yes to having a fuck with Billy or just an acknowledgment.

The pair sit there as Hudson looks at Billy before the practicalities of the situation hit him, “We can’t exactly use my place or yours, I’m guessing… or the locker room.”

Billy’s nervous smirk softens into something steadier as he grows a bit of confidence in his voice. “How about a hotel for the night? Some pretty nice ones around town are discreet and no questions asked… if you want”

The pair get up and head out of the locker room to the carpark, filled with only the Grey Van of the Stadium curator making sure things are all perfect for the Soccer game tomorrow night, parked by the gates to the gardening stuff, Hud’s Black Ford Ranger and Billy’s 2024 Red Audi TT parked close to the doors.

As the pair walk out, Hudson looks at Billy and they stop “How’d you… know? Or what sort of vibe did you get?” he asks Billy, laced with confusion, still reeling from the locker room moment and the hesitant but not definite agreement, especially after having an emotional conversation.

Billy unlocks his car and carefully puts his bag into the back as he turns around and then looks directly at Hudson. “Just… a vibe, I guess… You never showed nothin’ to give it away like there was nothing obvious, but…” he pauses as this is all so new to Billy as well, because even though he has held these feelings for a long time and told them to himself, saying it to someone is entirely different.

Swallowing hard and looking around in fear that someone might hear him, he looks down at the ground before looking up and deep into Hudson’s eyes. “You’re just… fuck…” Billy takes a deep breath as Hudson stands there, uncertain what Billy is going to say. He knows that Billy has been honest, but something still waits for the cruel joke.

“You’re just sexy as fuck, so damn cute, the way you move out there on the field, the way you don’t even try to be someone other than yourself… I’ve been watching you all season, man, growing into this hot person. I’ve tried so hard not to, and told myself not to, but I can’t help it. I want you… want you inside me”.

The words hang in the cooling night air, heavy with the feeling that it’s been there for a long time as Billy leans against his Audi. “I don’t know how to explain it, Hud”, he continues, terrified that Hudson will throw everything back in his face. “You’re this quiet storm? I mean, all that strength, speed, and that body, but you’re so chill, so real. It’s driving me crazy, man. I see you just being so good, laughing with the guys, talking about Ally, and it makes me jealous, if that makes sense?”

Billy looks at Hudson, “I’ve been hiding this shit forever, man, but especially this year since we got to work together more on the team and watching you grow, man, into the amazing person you are… nobody else knows about this, Hud. But with you… I don’t know, I just felt it, felt you”.

Hudson stands frozen, his green eyes wide, his heart pounding as Billy’s confession washes over him. The parking lot quiet other than the distant sound of talkback radio coming from the curator’s truck on the other side as it feels like the world has just shrunk to the two of them as Billy’s raw hunger and honest cut through the air and sit with Hud as a whirlwind of shock, curiosity and something else he can’t quite work out as Billy stands there leaning against his car.

It was a hot summer day when my Uncle Keith (49y/o kinky Muscle Asian) let me (Eugene, 18y/o kinky semi muscled/fit Asian) stay over for a week so I wasn’t home doing nothing. I arrived to his place at the crack of dawn on Monday, a nice two bed two bath apartment near NYC with a decent view of the city. He put me into the guest room and even helped me settle in before he left for work. My Uncle Keith is also gay and works as a personal trainer and me being the gay deviant I am, looked for all the ways I could satisfy my libido. I snooped around his room for toys to no success at first. I almost gave up at first until I saw a chest in the corner of his bathroom and opening it revealed all his kinky secrets. Huge toys, hoods and poppers, anal beads as big as pool balls, and more. I douched and the moment i was clean, I wrecked myself on every toy he had. His biggest toy was this intimidating 13in big black silicone cock  but thank to the other toys and poppers, I was loose enough to ride it. 

A few hours passed and I’m still riding my uncles toy like there’s no tomorrow. While I was so engrossed by the toy, I hear a man behind me, “What the fuck are you doing?” My uncle had gone home early since he wanted to hang out only to arrive to the sight of me in his room, completely naked, bouncing on a toy that has definitely seen his insides as well.

“I-I’m sorry Uncle K-” before I could finish he shushed me.

I was so scared to move I just sat on the dildo until he spoke. 

“Does it hurt?” was the first thing he asked me. After I nodded no, it all began.

My uncle Keith, covered in sweat, removed all of his clothing aside from his sweaty jockstrap. I stared for a moment until he pushed my face into his crotch to inhale his musk. The smell was intoxicating not just because of the musk and sweat but because it also smelled so pungently of semen. He held me there for a few minutes until his cock broke free from the pouch. Unlike me with a tiny 3in rice dick, my uncle was blessed with a 10in monster with a thickness to match. I tried to suck it but it was way too big for me at the time. Needless to say once he was horny, he was an animal. He asked me once if I consented and once the word “Yes” left my mouth he plunged his massive cock into my boy pussy with one strong thrust. His cock wasn’t the first Ive ever taken nor the biggest, yet he fucked liked he wanted to kill me. For a couple hours he flipped and fucked me in different positions, when he was tired I was made to ride his toys for him, and then when he recovered the fucking would start again. We had used every condom in his house and still we were horny. I had always been so safe yet uncle Keith and his massive cock deserved non-stop pleasure. For the first time in my life I sat on a raw cock and something changed in me, all I could focus on was making sure my uncle Keith bred me. We kept going until the sun set and the stars twinkled in the sky. After almost a day’s worth of fucking, my uncle Keith began to ram my boy pussy into the ground as his climax drew close. As he flooded my guts, I came hands free by just being fucked. 

The entire day we had planned was lost to his voracious sex drive and I was not mad at all. This was the incident that led to the present where 

This is all fiction and this story has cheating & smells [no scat] features so if you think you’ll feel please don’t read this story. Also, English is not my first language, so… sorry for mistakes and repetitions.

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I’m Connor, and I’m living with my boyfriend Jack. I’m 23, well-built and something between twunk and twink. My boyfriend is 26, and he is a hairy muscle bear and he is so much taller than I. About our relationship… It’s going amazing, but I know he fucked other guys behind me, and I got fucked by other guys… Even though we both know this, we act like we don’t as we are not in an “open” relationship. We were happy like this so it was fine. 

Sometimes for work, Jack needed to travel, today was one of those days. While he was gathering his stuff, my co-worker Dennis called me. Jack frowned immediately. Even though we were close with Dennis, Jack always hated him. Dennis was a jock, he was taller than I, he had six-packs and a handsome face with great hair, but he was 21.  “Don’t be like thaaat, you know he’s a good guy”. I told Jack and kissed him on his cheek. I answered the phone.

“Oh, hey Dennis. What’s up?” 

“Greaaat… I guess. Well, my house will undergo a renovation so I cannot stay there… Would you mind if I stay with you for a week? Promise, I’ll cook! “  

“Heh, no worries, of course you can stay. That guest room will finally have someone to stay! When will you come?” 

“I can come tomorrow after work?” 

“Perfect! We’ll come together. See ya!”

“Bye! Thanks bro!” and he closed. Jack was staring at me. “Um… Dennis will be staying here for a week, I hope that won’t be a problem.” I kissed him.

“You know I don’t like him. What happened? I’m pretty sure he is trying to fuck you.” Jack said. “Nope, don’t forget that he’s straight. You think everyone tries to fuck me babe. I’ll help you pack, then I have to clean the house.” 

When he was leaving, we kissed and hugged. I know that he will be fucking twinks on that trip.Next day after work, we came home with Dennis. “Soo, here’s where I live. Hope you’ll like it, and this is where you’ll be staying!” I showed him the guest room. Even though we were close, we’ve never been to each other’s houses, we’ve always met outside. 

“Woah, you’ve decorated the house great dude! Lucky that it is close to your bedroom. If I got bored I can annoy you, hehe.” he grinned. 

We watched a scary movie that night, and as tomorrow was our off day, we could hang out together. “Soo, what will you do tomorrow?” I asked. “I’d probably go to gym and stay at home with you. I’m not in the mood to socialize.” he said. “Well, understandable. So, I’ll sleep now. See you tomorrow morning?” I said and went to my bedroom. I kept the door open. While going to the guest room, he looked at me from the door and said “I’m not sleepy, I’ll watch another movie on my laptop, if the voice comes a lot, please tell me”. I nodded and turned my back. 

I woke up and checked my watch. It was 2 A.M. I was thirsty. I drank a glass of water that was next to my bed, and closed my eyes again. Yet, I heard a woman’s voice along with  men’s voice. I silently got up and walked to the guest room silently. There he was, Dennis, was jerking off to a porn. He couldn’t see me as I was behind him, but I could clearly see the porn. Three men were fucking a woman very rough. One was fucking his mouth, one was fucking his ass and one was fingering his pussy mercilessly. I would love to see its gay version as the men were hot but I was too sleepy so I went back to sleep quietly. 

In the morning, I woke up, but I was hard and I couldn’t stop it. I needed to jerk off. I quietly checked the house. Dennis was not at home and he took the key. That was great, I checked the clock. It was 11 A.M. I guessed he woke up early and went to the gym. I texted him and he told me that he is at the gym. I put on my earphone, took my lube, my dildo and laid on my bed. I called Jack and he immediately answered.

“Hey babee, how are you? I missed you so much! How is your trip going?” I said. 

“It’s going great love, I’ve just woken up.” 

“Well… Dennis is not at home, and I’m horny… Wanna have some fun?” 

“Oh… so you want me to fuck you, you little slut?”

 “Yeah daddy, I want you to fuck me hard and rough. Should we FaceTime?” 

“NO! No babe, I look really bad right now I can’t FaceTime. Now, where were we? Yeah, you need to make my big cock hard first. Come and sniff my balls whore!” 

I was sad that he didn’t want to FaceTime me. I still continued.”Mmh, your hairy and sweaty balls smell so good daddy. They are musky, sweaty and full of cum!”

“Yeah, they are stinky. Now suck my cock you bitch. Take all of it! OH GOD, YEAH!” he moaned. I felt like I heard cock sucking voices from his side but I was not sure. I started making cock sucking my dildo. “Oh daddy your cock is so huge, you will destroy my hole so bad!” 

“I will destroy your tiny hole but you need to suck my cock better you slut! I heard a slap voice. “Suck my cock and choke on it.” Now I was sure that someone else was sucking my boyfriend cock, it made me harder. That was the moment that I saw Dennis watching me from the door. His cock was huge, his pubic hair was extreme and his balls were all sweaty. My mouth was left open as I didn’t know what to do. I panicked but he made a sign to shush me and came next to me. His cock was right in front of me. He took my dildo from my hand and pushed my face to his cock. I gagged so hard. “Yeah like that, you bitch. That’s so much better! “ Jack said on the phone. Dennis’ cock was salty as he just came from the gym. He was all sweaty, and his balls kept hitting my chin as he face-fucked me. “Oh babe, you are so good! Your cock tastes delicious!” I said to Jack, while looking into Dennis’ eyes. Dennis smiled, and Jack said “You like it? Now you’ll smell my manly ass and balls again. Lay down, I will sit on your face!”. I repeated “ What? You’ll sit on my face and make me lick your hole and smell your musky balls?” looking at Dennis. He grinned and took off his shorts as I lay down on bed. “I’m ready, please sit on my face sir!” I begged. “Lick it you slut!” said Jack and at the same time Dennis sat on my face. I started licking his hole. It looks like only his pubic hair was extreme, other than that he had no hair on his body. His hole tasted amazing and he kept forcing me to sniff his balls. I started jerking off to myself “Mh sir, your hole is so delicious and your saggy balls smell so musky and manly!” I said. Dennis pushed harder and Jack said “Suck my balls and jerk off to my huge hairy cock!”. “Yes sir!” I replied and started sucking Dennis’ balls. He wasn’t expecting that. I stopped jerking off to myself and started jerking off to him. Both of them moaned at the same. I was in heaven. I was having so much fun as I I kept hearing Jack moan. A few minutes of sucking balls and jerking off, Dennis got up and showed me his fingers. “Wanna finger me daddy? Let me suck your fingers and put them in my tiny hole” I said. Dennis smiled and put his fingers in my mouth. I started sucking as loud as I could. “Yeah, bitch. I’m gonna destroy your tiny hole as I finger fuck you mercilessly.” Dennis pushed his fingers in my hole and I moaned. Both Jack and Dennis moaned with pleasure and Dennis started finger-fucking my ass. I was shaking with pleasure. “Ah, harder daddy. Fuck me with your fingers as fast as you can. Make me your sex toy!” As I said this, Dennis stopped and took my dildo. I wasn’t ready, but he didn’t care. He just pushed it all. “Babe, are you OK?” Jack asked. He sounded worried but all I can say was “Fuck me daddy. Push your cock in my hole with one thrust. Destroy it!” He laughed and ordered me to bend over. He didn’t know that Dennis was destroying my hole with my dildo. He kept getting faster and he started jerking off while destroying my ass. I loved the view. His huge hairy cock was right in front of me, his balls were saggy and kept bouncing. A few seconds later I heard that twink scream as loud as he could as my boyfriend moaned with pleasure. “Yeah, take it you slut! Take all of my huge veiny cock!”. I got even harder and pushed the dildo. Dennis smiled and he pushed all the way in. Now, it was his turn to moan. He moaned so loud that I am sure my boyfriend heard it. Now they were fucking us with the same tempo as I both hear my boyfriend’s balls and my co-worker’s balls hitting our asses. As Dennis’s balls kept hitting my ass, I said “Yeah, let your balls hit harder to my ass!”. “You like it? I’ll go harder!” said Jack. As my eyes were rolled with pleasure, I saw Dennis bend over me and pushed my head against his armpits. They were sweaty from gym and sex. I licked and sniffed his armpits. As soon as I licked his armpit, he kept going so much faster and started moaning. I try to close his mouth as this was *too* loud but my boyfriend asked if I was close or coming. I said “Yeah daddy, I’m so close!”. “You want me to cum all over your face, you bitch?” “Yes daddy, please cum on my face, spray to my face!”.After saying that, Dennis pulled his cock and jerked off right on my face. I opened my mouth and kept jerking to myself. I was already so close. “I am cumming, take it!” Jack screamed. “Me too!” I shouted and as I said this, I felt Dennis’ cum all over my face. He was panting so hard, and so do I. “Thanks babe, that was awesome.” I said. “No, you were amazing sweetie. I gotta take a bath now, don’t forget to lick your cum from your facee!” he said. “I’ll, don’t worry. Love you!” “Love you more!” Then he closed the phone. 

I opened my mouth to talk with Dennis but as I opened my mouth, he took his cum from my face and made me suck his cock again. After cleaning his dick, he put it out, grinning.

“I thought you were straight?” I asked.

“Well, a hole is a hole, and you are my bro. I wanted to help you, and I needed to cum. Glad that I wanted to surprise you, hehe.” he smiled. “We should do this more. Maybe when your boyfriend sleeps?” he said, and slapped my ass. “These 2 weeks will be amazing for me… I thought. “

I was nervous as fuck when I first messaged you on that kinky website. I was 25, and you were 26, and I had never done anything like this before.

The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of anticipation and the scent of leather. Ansh, my Dom Master, stood tall and commanding, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. He was the epitome of power and control, a god in his own right, and I, Rahul, was his willing slave.

“On your knees, slave,” Ansh commanded, his voice a deep, resonating rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding in my chest as I knelt before him. He was my master, my teacher, my everything. I trusted him implicitly, knowing he would push me to my limits but never beyond.

Ansh stepped closer, his leather boots creaking with each step. He reached out, his fingers tracing the contours of my face, a slow, deliberate touch that sent electric jolts through my body. “You’ve been a good slave, Rahul,” he said, his voice a soft purr. “I think it’s time we take things to the next level.”

He produced a pair of handcuffs, the cold metal glinting under the dim light. My heart skipped a beat, my breath hitching in my throat. “Yes, Master,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. He fastened the cuffs around my wrists, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch.

Ansh led me to the bed, his grip firm and unyielding. He pushed me down, my body sinking into the soft mattress. He straddled me, his weight pressing me down, his eyes never leaving mine. “Tonight, you’re mine, Rahul,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I’m going to fuck you, claim you, make you mine.”

He leaned down, his lips crashing against mine in a brutal, passionate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, a sensual invasion that left me breathless. He pulled away, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a scorching path of fire in their wake.

Ansh’s hands roamed my body, his touch a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping for more. He pinched my nipples, the sharp pain sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock. “You like that, don’t you, slave?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive whisper.

“Yes, Master,” I replied, my voice a desperate whimper. He continued his sensual assault, his hands roaming my body, his lips following close behind. He moved lower, his fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my pants. “You’re mine, Rahul,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

He unzipped my pants, his fingers brushing against my cock. I moaned, the sensation sending electric jolts through my body. He pulled my cock out, his fingers wrapping around my shaft. He stroked me, his grip firm and unyielding. “You’re so hard for me, slave,” he said, his voice a low, seductive purr.

He moved lower, his lips trailing down my chest, his tongue flicking against my nipples. He moved lower still, his lips brushing against my cock. He took me into his mouth, his lips wrapping around my shaft. He sucked me, his tongue swirling around my cock, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

Ansh pulled away, his lips leaving my cock with a wet pop. He reached into his bag, producing a bottle of lube and a dildo. “I’m going to fuck you, Rahul,” he said, his voice a low, seductive whisper. “I’m going to claim you, make you mine.”

He lubed up the dildo, his fingers moving with a practiced ease. He positioned it against my ass, the cold metal sending shivers down my spine. He pushed it in, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping for more.

Ansh moved the dildo in and out, his movements slow and deliberate. He added another, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body. “You’re mine, Rahul,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

He moved the dildos faster, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping for more. He added a third, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body. “You’re mine, Rahul,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

Ansh pulled the dildos out, the sensation of emptiness sending a shiver down my spine. He positioned himself against me, his cock pressing against my ass. He pushed in, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

He moved in and out, his movements slow and deliberate. He moved faster, his cock pounding into me, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body. “You’re mine, Rahul,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

He moved faster still, his cock pounding into me, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

Alone with David

My tryst with Aaron had been eye opening.  I had planned to stay a couple of nights to do a job interview and then find a place to live in the area if I got the job.  I had recently been kicked out of the house by my wife after we had a falling out over me watching gay porn.  That was fine as I really wanted to see men and explore this late in life yearning.  What I wasn’t mentally prepared for so early in my journey to a full-on gay lifestyle was to be confronted by a hot young stud eager to get it on with me.   I had retired last year, but was bored and really missed working, so the opportunity seemed coincidentally right.  

Don’t get me wrong, I was delighted by the attention.  Aaron was a gorgeous 6’4” man who could have anyone, male or female that he wanted.  He had married David, the son of a family friend.  David had grown up with my youngest daughter and had been at our house a lot, so when I was looking for a place to stay while I did a job interview, it wasn’t too awkward to ask him.  To be honest, I had always crushed on David’s physique.  David was about 5’11”, slim, with sandy blonde hair that curled a bit.  He wore it in a popular hair style where his bangs flipped up and the sides short, but not tight.  He played rugby in high school and was very popular on campus.  David was openly gay in high school.  I must say, it impresses me the way this younger generation doesn’t get all hung up about sexual orientation.  From what I can tell, many see themselves as versatile and are open to all kinds of relationships. When he was at our house, I never judged David for his choices.  His parents really didn’t like that he was gay and while not disowning him, they certainly didn’t like it or endorse his lifestyle.  It was difficult, as David loved his parents, but fully embraced who he was inside, which made him even more attractive.    

When I asked to stay, I didn’t know he had gotten married.  While not surprised, it was something he had kept from his family, as he hadn’t had a ceremony people could attend.  He and Aaron had met in college, and when I met them, I could tell David was very happy, as was Aaron.  The first night I heard them making love through the wall where I was staying.  It was so hot to hear David asking Aaron to “fuck me harder babe”, so much so that I ended up jacking off so I could get to sleep.

The following day Aaron had set me up to think he was sleeping.  Unsuspecting the setup, I found him asleep on his bed naked and proceeded to let my lust take control of my actions.  I found his ass so irresistible and had spread his cheeks and gotten busy kissing, licking and teasing his boy pussy.  He had kept the pretense up, making me think he thought I was David.  I kissed my way up the small of his back and began to rub my cock head up and down his crack.  He moaned, “oh yeah baby, fuck me with that fat cock”.  I spit on my cock and slowly pushed it past his tight pussy ring.   He turned his head to see me in ecstasy, enjoying the hottest sex I’d had in a long, long time.  He grinned that sexy grin, sighed, and put his head back down on the bed.  He began to push back against my thrust and I began to fuck him in earnest.  He was so hot and I could have fucked him for hours, at least in my mind.  Aaron used his pussy muscles to massage my dick and it wasn’t long before I was about to explode.  Aaron sensed I was near and said, “cum inside me Daddy” which sent me over the edge and I exploded deep inside him! 

After I slid out of him, Aaron kissed me.  It was the most passionate kiss I had ever experience.  Silently I cursed myself for denying this part of my sexuality for most of my life.  Aaron broke the kiss and whisper that I was an excellent lover, then revealed that he had set me up.  He grinned and said, “David told me you were hot, so I wanted to find out if you might be bi.”  Needless to say, I remain astonished about my good fortune in getting to fuck Aaron and equally amazed that David thought I was hot. 

The next morning, I went for my job interview, which went extremely well.  They asked me if I could come back for a second interview on Friday.  I said sure and was delighted to get to stay with David and Aaron, not knowing, but hoping another opportunity to be with Aaron might happen.  Much to my dismay, when I got back to the house, Aaron was packed and headed out the door.  I wasn’t sure if he was being asked to leave, or what.  Aaron smiled at the concerned on my face and said he had to go to the city for work, that the programming he was doing had everyone stumped and that he had to go show everyone how it all fit together.  He said he’d be back on Saturday.  I wished him good luck and said I hoped he was feeling okay about yesterday.  He pulled me in for a kiss and said, “very much so” and added, “remember, I told you anytime, so when I get back it will be anytime”.  We laughed and I kissed him again, almost as if I was the husband saying goodbye.  I supposed he and David had said their goodbyes earlier, because the kiss certainly had a cum taste to it, and I don’t think it was Aarons. 

Not knowing David and Aaron’s routine, but feeling a bit like a rude house guest, I rummaged around the kitchen to find something I could cook.  My best recipe is homemade lasagna, and David had all the ingredients I needed, so I thought why not.  I spent the next hour or so getting the meal in the oven and it had just come out to cool when David came in from work.  He immediately smelled the cooking and came into the kitchen.  He smiled at me and said, “I didn’t know we had hired a cook”.  I said I wasn’t sure who did the cooking, but that I could at least pitch in. 

I dipped up the lasagna while David opened a bottle of Bordeaux.  We sat at the kitchen high top table and enjoyed the meal and talked about my job interview and his work.  When I asked him about how he met Aaron, he said it was at an intramural rugby match during their freshman year.  David said Aaron had grabbed his cock in a scrum and then grinned that sly grin afterwards.  They met after the game and went for pizza, and ended up back in his dorm room with their clothes on the floor and locked into a hot 69 that ended with them deciding to become roommates.  I was amazed at how freely he discussed his sexual escapade with me, but I suppose that since I had always been a sympatric ear, it felt natural.  I didn’t let on that anything had happened with Aaron, nor that I knew he had told Aaron I was hot.  But that thought of him thinking I was a hot dad and the fact that I had crushed on him when he used to visit the house in high school, was making me rock hard.   

I asked David if he talked to his family much, and he said only occasionally.  Then I told him, “Well, then you probably haven’t heard that I wasn’t just coming to stay with you only because I had a job interview.”  I went on to explain the blow up, the gay porn fiasco, and the split up.  I don’t know if he was entirely surprised by the news, if so, he didn’t express it.  He said it was important that I not keep denying myself a man-to-man relationship to save my marriage, adding “life is too short to be miserable in bed”.  I laughed and said “touché”. 

After doing the dishes we went into the living room and continued drinking on a second bottle of wine.  David grew quiet and looked at me and said, I bet you didn’t know that I thought you were a hot dad when I was in high school.  I gulped on my wine and said, no, I had no idea, which would have been true except that Aaron had told me already.  I asked, “honestly”?  He said, “oh yeah, there were several of the guys who used to talk about what it would be like to get you into bed”.  Now I was really in shock, but couldn’t bring myself to ask who?  I guess it was the wine, or my lust for his husband, but I confessed, “Well, if we are being truthful, I thought you were hot in high school and secretly wished I was young and could date you”.   He replied, “Well daddy, it isn’t too late”.  I’m sure I had that stunned look like a deer about to be hit by a car.  David leaned over and kissed me.  Here I was being kissed by another hot young stud and trying to determine which star in the sky was my lucky star.  I kissed David back hard, and the harder we kissed the more frenzied we became.  He unbuttoned my shirt as I pulled his polo off.  His chest was smooth and his nipples hard.  I rubbed them as he worked the buckle on my pants and pulled down my zipper, plunging his hand in and pulling out my cock.  He proceeded to take me into his mouth and suck the living daylights out of me.  David certainly knew his way around a cock.  He licked me gently and nibbled on my cock from the side, then slid it slowly down his throat as I groaned and held the back of his head lightly.  He was encouraged by my stroking of his sandy blond hair and really worshipped my cock for a full ten minutes.  I didn’t want to explode in his mouth so I pulled him off and kissed him passionately.  I was nibbling on his neck when he said, “Brad, Daddy, will you fuck me tonight”.  I immediately stood and kicked off my pants and pulled him by the hand towards the bedroom.  When we got to the bed, I finished undressing him having discarded my shirt and underwear on the way in, leaving us both only in our sock feet. 

I knelt in front of David.  His cock was about the same size as mine, 6.5” cut, and perfectly formed with a beautiful helmet that was leaking precum.  I licked the tip of the precum and he gasped in air and moaned his pleasure.  I tried my best to replicate his actions on me, but I’m sure I didn’t have his talents.  He face-fucked me for a couple of minutes then pulled me towards the bed.  I followed and pushed him down onto his back.  He was as handsome as I had always imagined, with his blonde hair hanging just above his eyes and a look of happiness on his face.  I pushed myself between his legs and proceed to rub our cocks together.  David pulled me into a kiss and we made out for a good while, rolling on top of each other and then back.  David was a great kisser, but I needed to taste more of him.  I pushed him on his back and then pushed his legs up to his chest.  His pink boy hole was shaved clean and I was in love.  I immediately dove my tongue into his hole, licking back and forth, teasing it while I tried to stick my tongue inside.  He moaned and pulled my head hard against his pussy and rolled his hips as he tried to help get my tongue inside him. 

After I got my thirst for rimming satisfied, I crawled up his chest and began to rub my cock against his hole.  David reached down and guided me into him and gently pulled on my hips with his calves.  He was tight but I slid to the bottom in one long slow stroke, eliciting a sigh of contentment from both of us.  We make love for a good 15 minutes, me edging us both to a climax and then backing off.  Finally, David said what he had said to Aaron two nights earlier, “fuck me harder babe”.  I didn’t have to be asked twice.  I pounded him and his eyes rolled back in his head and his toes curled.  He pulled me down and wrapped his arms around my shoulders as we fucked and banged our foreheads together, looking each other in the eyes.  I was the first to go, practically screaming his name over and over, “Fuck David, Fuck David, oh Fuck” as I exploded within him.  He had been stroking his cock and he exploded onto our chest and groaned loudly as he did so.  Watching him cum while I was inside him was so sexy, and the volume was tremendous.  I scooped up some and put it in my mouth, and it reminded me of the morning kiss with Aaron, which made me smile.  I scooped up more and fed it to David, who took it by sucking on each of my fingers and then kissing me.  We lay there like this for a while until I slid out of him. 

I rolled onto my side and just looked into his eyes.  He said, “so how did that compare to Aaron”.  You could have knocked me over with a feather.  Apparently, I had been set up again.  David laughed at the look on my face and said that he and Aaron had agreed early in their marriage that they would share everything and everyone if asked.  I tickled him and he laughed.  He said that after making love the first night I arrived, when I heard them through the wall, they decided that Aaron would see if I was bi.  They agreed that if that was the case, they would both set me up so they could have sex with a handsome daddy.  I shook my head and said, “Wait until I get my hands on Aaron.”  He grinned back at me and said, “that’s the plan”.  I don’t know if I’ll get the job, but I may never move out!   

Apiculture Spa and Foot Job: Zbyszek Majewski in Poland

The hotel lobby smelled faintly of polished wood and roasted coffee, the kind of scent that immediately told me I was back in Central Europe. I had just checked in at the Polonia Palace when a booming voice rolled through the space like thunder.

“Professor! My sweet mentor of the nectar world!”

I turned — and there he was. Zbyszek Majewski, fair-haired, stocky as a wrestler, wearing a ridiculous yellow T-shirt printed with dancing cartoon bees. Before I could say a word, he charged across the marble floor and caught my hand in a shake that nearly dislocated my shoulder.

“Zbyszek,” I managed, laughing. “You look… prosperous.”

He grinned wide. “Prosperous? I call it buzziness! You see, Professor, bee products make strong men stronger. Wait until you taste my royal jelly shots.”

We sat in the lobby armchairs, the sun streaking through the tall windows, and he filled the air with his rapid, joyful talk — the new line of propolis creams, the bee venom therapy, his lecture later that afternoon. His energy hadn’t dimmed since university; it had only thickened, like honey left too long in the jar.

He led me out of the hotel into the early sunshine. His little Fiat rattled up, old suspension groaning as he leaned over to shove the passenger door open. I slid in beside him; the cabin smelled of pine air-freshener and the faint beeswax he always carried on his skin. He wore soft white linen trousers, drawstring loose, and every time he shifted gears the fabric draped and tightened across his lap—one second flat, the next a unmistakable swell that made my pulse skip. I kept my eyes on his thick forearm working the stick, but my peripheral vision glued itself to that growing mound, wondering how something so compact could look already half-hard before we’d even left Krakowskie Przedmieście.  He caught me glancing, flashed a small grin, and let the car lurch so the fabric bounced—just once—like a silent promise. Twenty minutes later we pulled up to the Palace of Culture and Science; its shadow swallowed the Fiat and us with it.  Zbyszek parked on the parking spot designated “For Speakers,” and led me in.

Inside, everything gleamed in shades of gold — glass jars, wax candles, honeycombs. The air was heavy with sweetness.

Zbyszek led me through the crowds like a man on a mission.

Our first stop was a tasting stall where local producers offered honey from chestnut, acacia, and buckwheat blossoms. Zbyszek scooped a spoonful of the darkest one and handed it to me.

“Buckwheat, Professor. The darker the honey, the stronger the heart.”

It was rich and smoky; I could almost taste the fields in it. The vendor smiled knowingly and handed me a thin wooden stick dipped in acacia honey—light as spring air, with a faint aroma of wildflowers and fruit trees in bloom. Chestnut came next, its flavor dense and almost bitter, clinging to the roof of my mouth like resin. Around us, sunlight caught in the glass jars, turning them into tiny stained-glass windows—amber, gold, and deep molasses brown. Zbyszek’s laughter rolled above the market noise as he compared them to shades of Polish beer.

On the next table, we sampled bee pollen, soft grains of yellow and orange that melted slowly, leaving a grassy sweetness. The propolis tincture stung my tongue, sharp and antiseptic, chased by a spoonful of creamy honey blended with royal jelly. Zbyszek called it “medicine disguised as dessert.” A woman in a linen apron offered us honeyed nuts and wax candies, and their aroma filled the air with something old-fashioned and rural. We stood for a while, tasting, comparing, and talking about which one would suit morning tea or rye bread best. By the time we moved on, my fingers were sticky, my throat warm, and the market seemed to hum louder—alive with the quiet industry of bees.

Next, looking incessantly at his watch, he dragged me to a tent labeled Bee Healing. Inside, posters showed acupuncture points and smiling patients. He joined a happy large-busted girl at the stand, and they together explained apitoxin therapy to a small audience, demonstrating live bee bites on each other with practiced confidence. Their voices filled the tent, vibrant and convincing, and people leaned in. I found myself leaning in too.  Parting, he kissed her on the cheek, and I thought to myself: “Well, Augie, he’s straight, deal with it.”

By afternoon he stood on a small stage, transformed from the clown in the cartoon T-shirt into a confident lecturer in a crisp linen shirt embroidered with golden bees. His slides glowed on the screen behind him — close-ups of wings, pollen grains, stingers.

“When the bee stings,” he said, “it hurts, yes — but in that moment, healing begins. Pain is only nature’s way of reminding us that change is possible.”

The audience applauded; I clapped hardest of all. It struck me then that the once-wild student had become a teacher in his own right.

We dined that evening at U Kucharzy, an old restaurant where the chefs cooked in the open kitchen among the guests. Zbyszek ordered everything — pierogi with buckwheat, duck roasted with apples, and a honey mousse for dessert. He poured us mead, golden and fragrant.

“You see, Professor,” he said, his face flushed with warmth, “we Poles owe everything to bees. Even our drinks come from their labor.”

Between mouthfuls, he told me about his company — bee-wax masks, royal jelly scrubs, venom serums. “But my favorite,” he said, lowering his voice like a conspirator, “is the bee product spa.  It makes you into a new man.”

“A bee spa?” I asked.

“You’ll see. I’ve prepared everything for us. I promise you’ve never had a night like this.”

His apartment, where he took me next, was in Mokotów, a quiet neighborhood with leafy streets and glowing windows. Inside, everything carried the hue of amber: wood, glass, light. On a sideboard stood rows of jars labeled Propolis Elixir, Royal Jelly Cream, Apis Oil.

Through a sliding door, I saw the spa room — paneled in pine, softly lit, a faint hum coming from a sealed glass hive built into the wall.

“This,” Zbyszek said proudly, “is Apis Therapy. Safe bees, clean air, real hive energy. Undress, Professor. To your underwear, of course.” And then there came a small chuckle.

***

The boy—well, hardly a boy now, though I still saw him that way—began with honey. I was stretched out on a long wooden table, wearing nothing but a pair of small briefs, the rest of me bare and waiting. He, too, returned with a large bottle, wearing modest swimming trunks. He began as a lecturer, telling me honey was not just sweet but cleansing, full of enzymes that softened the skin. He warmed it gently and spread it across my back and shoulders, working it in with slow pressure. The texture surprised me, thick and clinging, and the sweetness in the air was overwhelming. I could feel myself loosening, as if the honey’s slow pull drew fatigue right out of the muscles. I muttered that it was sticky work for a professor, but he only laughed and told me to trust the bees.

Next came the wax. Zbyszek said the ancients used wax as a natural therapy, sealing warmth into the body. He melted thin sheets and pressed them over my arms, chest, and thighs, while I lay still beneath his careful hands. The wax stiffened as it cooled, gripping me like armor. When he peeled it away, I felt oddly lighter, as though some layer of me had been taken off with it. My skin tingled, freshly exposed, and I could not help but think of a hive being cleaned out and made ready for the season. I told him it felt like molting, and he grinned, saying professors needed it as much as bees.

He followed with royal jelly. “This is the queen’s food,” he said, holding a small bowl of the pearly substance. “It gives her strength and longevity—some say it can do the same for us.” He applied it carefully along my temples, neck, and chest, the smell sharper, almost medicinal. I wrinkled my nose but said nothing, letting him finish. As it sank in, I did feel a curious brightness in my head, a lifting of the fog. It was not relaxation exactly, more like an old lamp being turned back on. I admitted it left me more alert than I had felt in weeks, though I was not sure I wanted to know why.

After that came the pollen scrub. “This is pure energy,” he explained. “The bees collect life from every flower, and now you carry a little of it too.” He mixed the fine grains with oil and worked them across my arms, legs, and stomach. The roughness startled me at first, but soon the friction heated my skin and sent a ripple of vitality through me. When he rinsed it away, I caught the faint earthy trace of flowers clinging to me, and my body felt scoured, as though I had been rolled in spring meadows. I told him it was the first time in years I had felt properly awake from the skin outward.

The last was propolis. “The bees use it to seal and protect the hive,” Zbyszek explained, “and it can do the same for you.” He had made it into a balm, thick and resinous, and he massaged it into the soles of my feet, my calves, and finally the palms of my hands. Its scent was dark, almost woody, with a bitterness that lingered. The balm left a faint stickiness, but also a deep calm, as though it sealed me shut and kept the world from leaking in. I told him it felt like he had closed the book of my body for the day, every page pressed smooth.

When he stepped back at last, he reminded me that the hot Jacuzzi was waiting to finish the treatment. I lay there for a moment longer, reluctant to move, grateful for the strange intimacy of it all. My student had grown into a healer of bees, and—whether I admitted it aloud or not—into a healer of me as well.

In the next moment, Zbyszek slipped off the swimming trunks he was wearing and folded them neatly on the bench. I did the same, the damp fabric peeling away from my hips, and we walked to the spacious bathroom.

I couldn’t take my glance off  Zbyszek’s dick that I could now see in the corner of my eye even as we covered the few steps to the bathroom.  It was thick, almost cubic and framed on both sides by those twin balls that looked carved from the same warm stone, everything so perfectly matched it felt engineered. The foreskin draped the head amply, even with a tiny beak on top, and the small curve of his belly folded above it all, wobbling slightly as we walked side by side, the faint scent of beeswax and hot skin tracing us.

Do you know how time slows down sometimes?  The walk to the Jacuzzi seemed so long that I had time to think of three ways in which this hot cock could get hard:  First frame: the same short barrel, only the skin stretching tight so the beak peels back just enough to show a glossy, wine-dark crown—still neat, still squared, but now gleaming like polished cedar. Second frame: him thicker, veins ridging the sides, foreskin bunched behind the rim so the head flares like a blunt arrowhead, those matching balls riding high and pulling the whole package upward. Third frame: maximum swell, the shaft almost stubby-square, foreskin halfway retracted so the slit peeks out winking, a single bead balanced on the overhang, his little belly fold trembling above it all like a curtain about to rise. Each vision sent a warm tug through my sac, lifting my two boys in eager rehearsal, yet years of lecture-hall discipline kept my own cock politely in check—curious, hungry, but still waiting for permission to stand.

I watched Zby’s cock bob with every shift of his weight—just a small, lazy hop against those symmetrical balls, nestled up high, leaving the ball sac wrinkled and empty, like the whole package was nodding hello. Each bounce tightened the skin a fraction, the beak overhang kissing air, and my fingers twitched with the need to feel that warm heft, to test if the barrel was as solid as it looked. I kept my hands at my sides, but the little jumps kept pulling my eyes back, a silent metronome counting down the seconds before I’d break and reach. It was a long walk!

The heat embraced me the moment I sank in, wrapping over the skin like another layer of wax, only this one alive and in motion. Across from me, Zbyszek lowered himself with a sigh, the foam rising to our chests. The honey and balm on my skin reacted to the water, loosening, releasing their scents into the steam. I could smell sweetness and resin, flowers and wood, all mingling with the mineral tang of the bubbling water.

Every inch of me was awake. The scrub had left my skin raw and tender, so that the hot water licked at me with equal measures of sting and relief. My feet, still tingling from the propolis, pressed into the smooth floor of the tub, while my legs floated lightly, lifted by the jets. I let my head fall back against the rim, eyes half-closed, listening to the deep hum of the bath as though I had been dropped inside a living hive.

There was a weightlessness in my chest, a floating calm. I could feel the blood rushing more freely, my body flushed with warmth, my thoughts slowed but sharpened at the edges. The intimacy of sitting opposite Zbyszek did not escape me—his eyes were measuring me up, asking me a thousand questions. Yet it was not awkward. It felt natural, the culmination of trust earned over years and sealed now by bees, by heat, by silence.

I stayed there, letting the foam rise and fall against me, thinking how unlikely it was that I should find myself sitting across from a guy with such a glorious cock, which I was almost certain was getting larger under water…

***

The water steamed between us, thick with honeyed scent, and I felt the first nudge—just the side of Zbyszek’s big toe brushing the fold where thigh meets sac. He kept his gaze fixed on the cedar beams overhead, face calm, as if counting knots in the wood. I didn’t move, letting him explore; the toe slid under my balls, a slow, deliberate cradle, lifting them slightly so the warm water lapped at skin that rarely saw air. His eyelids lowered a fraction, while that thick toe eased another millimetre, supporting my weight like a gentle shelf, pulse in his arch beating against the most tender part of me.

The toe shifted, then a slow ripple ran through all five of his toes—little waves that bounced my sac like a soft water balloon. Up, down, a lazy juggle; each wiggle sent a warm tug straight to my groin and I finally met his eyes. The ceiling-gaze was gone—replaced by something steady, amused, almost tender. He gave another deliberate flutter and my balls bobbed again, the message clear: this was no accident. I felt my breath hitch, the corner of his mouth lifting in quiet confirmation while the water kept lapping and his foot kept playing its gentle, knowing game.

That big toe found the firm bump behind my sac and pressed—once, hard—like he was knocking on a door he expected to open. I slid lower without thinking, thighs floating apart; he answered with a second push, stronger, the ball of his foot bracing against the tub so each thrust nudged my prostate from the outside. Water sloshed, honey-scented steam puffing around us while he kept the rhythm—straightforward, almost possessive, the way a man drives deep when he’s claimed something. My breath came in small hitches matching his foot’s steady claim, the line between massage and fucking blurring with every insistent nudge.

The second foot joined like a silent partner, sole cupping my sac from the left while the first kept nudging that sweet ridge, squeezing gently, releasing, then pushing again—an alternating press that felt like thumbs kneading dough. I felt myself sink deeper, knees drifting wider, water lapping at my chin. Then the higher foot brushed my shaft and I jolted—it was hard, flushed, curving upward without my permission. Zbyszek’s toes curled around the underside, giving a slow, testing stroke that sent a clear pulse through the crown; the realization hit that I’d stiffened unnoticed, my body answering his feet before my mind caught up. He offered the faintest smile, toes still cradling me, ownership declared without a word.

We sat like two commuters sharing a quiet carriage—faces calm, shoulders slack, no ripple in the steam above us. No moans, no splash, just the low hum of the tub’s jets and the faint creak of cedar walls. Yet under that still surface his feet choreographed an entire conversation: squeeze, release, glide, press—each move a silent syllable spelling want. I kept my breathing even, eyes half-lidded, while every hidden touch shouted through my veins. The hush became its own language, thick as the honey in the air, saying everything we refused to voice aloud.

The arch of his foot pressed my cock to my thigh and slid from root to crown, again and again. Each pass coiled heat tighter inside my sac, like rope winding onto a winch; his other foot kept tossing my balls, lifting, dropping, so the tension wound and unwound at once. I felt the pulse climb my shaft, gather behind the head, then ebb—pleasure stacked like warm wax, heavy, sweet, locked in place while the silence enveloped us.

I opened my mouth with a click to say something, but he pushed me strongly underwater and raised his eyes to the ceiling again.

I slid forward an inch, then another, until my sac met the firm sole head-on and squished softly against it; each subtle shift sent a warm jolt through my groin. At the same time, the toes of Zbyszek’s other foot nudged the ridge behind my balls—left, right, left—like a pianist walking a simple scale, every touch lighting a new note under my skin while the water lapped quiet around us.

His upper foot crept higher until one rough toe pad settled right beneath my crown, pressing the tender frenulum in tiny circles. At the same instant his left hand vanished below the surface; I caught the faint swirl as he gripped himself, water rippling around his thick wrist. A sharp hiss slipped through his clenched teeth—first sound either of us had risked—and the small noise cracked the dam; I answered with my own low groan, letting it roll out unchecked while his toe kept tracing that sweet seam.

Heat spooled in me quite fast, a bright thread pulling from my balls to the slit; I let the moan rise, loud enough to echo off the spa boards, then eased my hips back an inch—asking without words for the dance to stretch. Zbyszek’s hand stilled underwater, his toes under my balls and along my shaft gentled to soft taps. He arched upward, water sheeting off his chest, and the thick column of his dick broke the surface—shorter than I had imagined but wider, veins ridged, the head swollen to a dark wine-purple, foreskin rolled tight beneath the flare like a collar straining to hold a prize. He held it there a heartbeat, letting me see what my silent plea had bought us, then sank again, slow, ready to take his time.

Now even the faint graze of his arch against my thigh felt like live wire; I looked down through drifting foam and saw his feet locked around me—sole pinning shaft to skin, toes digging deep into my sac, relentless. The sharp pleasure rose like a powerful wave each time, pure tickling pleasure, warm, gradual, pushing and pushing me… Four long ropes of cum shot out, each triggered by the hard nudge that bordered on pain, pearls streaking the water while my legs jerked uncontrollably against the tub’s smooth sides.

“’Appy?” he murmured, voice low, the Polish suddenly thick on his tongue—no shout, just steel. He rose slowly, water rolling off his chest, and that stubby column of his dick nudged my cheek once, twice, soft wet slaps that stung with quiet meaning. “An’ what now, professor?” he asked, almost a whisper, each syllable pressed against my skin while the heavy head rested warm beneath my jaw, waiting.

… He gasped when I opened my mouth and moved in closer. I started polite—lips just behind the flared rim, tongue tracing the soft foreskin still half-hooding the crown. A slow swirl collected the first bead of salt-sweet slick, and Zbyszek’s breath hitched once, twice, shoulders easing as though surprised I’d begin so gently. The heat of him felt massive against my tongue, a blunt weight I could already feel reshaping the inside of my mouth; I savored the stretch, the way his skin slid back with the slightest suction, revealing velvet firmness beneath.

Next I took him deep, jaw unlocked, letting that thick barrel cram my throat until my nose met the wet gold fuzz at his root. The angle forced me to open wider than I’d planned, eyes watering, yet when the low groan that rumbled out of him—half surprise, half claim—it made the ache worthwhile. I felt every pulse along the underside, the veins ridged against my tongue like cords of warm wax, and when I swallowed around him he shuddered, fingertips brushing my hair, not to guide but to steady himself, as if the suction pulled at his knees as much as his cock.

Finally I pulled off, spat a slick ribbon into my palm and wrapped both hands around him, twisting them around while my mouth worked only the head—quick flicks under the slit, then long draws over the crown, alternating hot breath with cool air. Zbyszek’s thighs locked, belly folding tight; a string of Polish half-curses fell soft and urgent—“kurde, tak, cholera”—each syllable shorter, higher, until his hips gave one involuntary jerk and the first warm jet splashed my tongue, thick, almost honey-sweet, the rest coating my lips while I kept milking him slowly, feeling the heavy throb fade against my palms.

I kept at it while he deflated—cock still heavy, skin loose and slick. I ran my tongue along the fat vein underneath, then over the smooth, clean-shaven base where there was no stubble, just warm skin and a faint soap scent. I lifted him and licked the underside of his shaft, working up to the head, pulling the foreskin forward to catch the last drops, then back to clean the groove. I sucked each ball—big, smooth, tight—and gave the slit a final flick, tasting the last bit of salt before he was completely soft in my hand, still thick, still warm.

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“…’Appy?” he asked again, this time in a less threatening way, pulling my head away from his balls by the hair.

“Very,” I said, still panting. “You are very hot, Zbyszek, I like you a lot.”

He gave my hair a painful tug.

“I am straight,” he said. “I have a girlfriend.  Never, ever tell anyone!”

“Never,” I said.

We dressed, and the only word he said to me at the airport was—not good-bye, or see you soon, mind you!—“Farewell,” with a brief short handshake.  I guess it was his biggest secret—wishing to give men 20 years his senior a fantastic foot jobs in a Jacuzzi where no one could suspect anything, really, yes, yes, he is straight.  He’s engaged to be married.  He’s a serious businessman.

However, thinking about his toes playing with my balls still makes me hard, like right now.

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