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I’m at the swimming pool, cruising for hot guys in tight swimming trunks and speedos! It’s a great way to spend an afternoon. I’m on the hunt for some spunk-spurting cock, and my ideal is getting it from horny guys gift-wrapped in brief swim trunks and speedos. I’m a fit and moderately muscular professional wrestler. I love wrestling, and nothing makes me hornier than stepping into the wrestling ring semi-naked in front of a baying audience with another half-naked guy ready to get it on for the top.

My promotion is visiting this area and putting on a show tonight. I’m working later this evening wrestling and fighting in the ring, but I’m over here this afternoon to relax and, hopefully, relieve my sexual tension before the bout. The guy I’m fighting is tasty, and I don’t want to throw a boner in the middle of the bout. It has been known to happen to wrestlers, especially hungry and exhibitionistic ones like me!

I absolutely love public swimming pools and gay saunas as places to cruise and pick up guys. I love checking out all the different pools in London and in some of the other towns and cities around the UK and Europe. We even do pro wrestling shows in some of them! This is one of the best pools I’ve been to in London! Built in the old municipal style, the swimming pool is surrounded by rows of changing cubicles, and the sauna is easily accessible from the pool.

A big plus for me are the pool attendants here. They are easy-going and always happy to help. My promotion puts on shows in this part of London quite frequently, so I’ve come to know some of the male staff here, and I’ve had my fair share of fun tasting the spunk of many of the especially randy male attendants here. It means that I’m more than comfortable wearing these exhibitionistic cum-checkout-my-arse-cheeks swimming trunks!

They are crimson red, with a one-inch width on the sides. They provide support at a comfortable wrapping and packaging stretch, readily enhancing my constantly up-and-down nine inches plus of thick, speedo-loving cock. Just the sight of them in my bag and the feel of them in my hands gets me all excited! They’re thin, with the insides cut out and made of a Lycra/Elastane mix.

I’ve been using them for a while now, and they’ve loosened up nicely with regular use in the pool. The result is a nice, swinging bulge—not crushing my cock and balls like when I first wore them. With time and frequent use and being soaked in sweat, cum shots, pool water, and piss, they have become looser, which causes them to ride readily into my arse crack when I walk around the pool’s edges. I appreciate it even more when I’m actively swimming. I become aroused and visibly excited when people appreciate me and discreetly or overtly eye me up, hungry or ravenous for a drink from my piss and spunk faucet. It’s the same feeling I get in the wrestling ring in front of wild, appreciative audiences while wearing the small trunks that I do when I fight.

I have been in the pool for an hour and am considering packing it in and leaving. It just does not seem to be all that busy this afternoon. I climb out of the pool via the steps and saunter towards the male toilets. I have enjoyed a lot of fun in the past in there, and I check to see if anybody else is hanging around seeking some action. There is nobody around, so I just decide to take a piss. I pull my meat out over the top of the trunks, exposing the red cock ring squeezing hard at the base of my meat and my dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair. I unclip the ring but leave it on, and the hot, steamy piss, unhindered, cascades its way into the shiny bathtub urinal.

I take a sideways glance at myself in the large metal mirror, oddly next to the urinal. I have played with and tasted more cock swiftly extracted from wet speedos in places like this than I can recall. Standing semi-naked in the cold and pissing out the only heat in the place I can feel, my frame looks tall and muscularly lean. These swim trunks are made for cruising and exhibitionistically accentuate my glutes and muscular thighs. My fully loaded and unspent meat looks large and thick in the mirror.

I shake my chopper, and it flops about heavily in my hand. With my piss fully drained, I begin to masturbate. I was just going to blow my load here and now before leaving, but I halt when I hear a man entering the restroom. He is an older, podgy-looking guy, which is not what I’m looking for today, even though I regularly side-hustle as a gay male escort. However, you never know, so I start to do my rent boy thing, and I stand there with my cock out of my trunks, just hanging, while I look at the ceiling and the wall in front of me. I release a small amount of urine to show him that I am standing here with an oversized cock protruding over my swim trunks for a very good reason. I grunt and cough a bit to draw his attention, but I play it casual in case the older guy is interested.

When punters are interested, they’ll eye me up and down and stare fixedly at my heavy package, which I’ll indiscreetly flex against my cock ring. The cock bulge shifts and moves up and down in a very enticing way. Here, though, with my cock already outside my trunks, I’ll allow them to see it openly on full display and again indiscreetly flex my chopper once more. If they appear to respond, I will pull at my meat, stretching it forward and shaking it, all while keeping the appearance of just finishing a piss.

If I am renting and the punter engages, you have to say that and then negotiate a quick price, which is risky in a public swimming pool if the guy gets offended at being asked to pay. Some people will report you to the desk staff, which is a bit more awkward but then gets you banned from the pool. The attendants here always tell me to be discreet, and I accept that. But it’s all part of the fun! They know I work as a wrestling rent boy, but they also love my expert cock-sucking, which I provide at no cost to them but with intense pleasure for them and for me.

As it turned out, he wasn’t interested, so I clipped up the cock ring again, then adjusted my cock for length and thickness before tucking it all back into the red trunks. I glanced sideways at the mirror, then adjusted my package to accommodate the front-pointing bulge, bringing it up slightly around the sides and over my solid bum cheeks, revealing just a hint of crack. The wet material hugs my thick, semi-comfortable body while still outlining every throbbing vein running along the barely blanketed meat. The tight cock ring further elongates and protrudes my bulge, which will extrovertly attract the attention of anyone that I pass in the pool with more than a casual interest.

So, with my manly man meat fully packed, I tie the cord tight but leave some string outside my trunks. It hangs downward and draws further attention to the bulge in my trunks. You can see that I am well practiced in this kind of thing! I head out into the open pool. As I walk, my bulging swim trunks shift from side to side with an enhanced swinging motion. I sit on the side of the pool and lean back, looking up at the audience. There are a few people sitting down, but there are not that many people in the pool.

I recall how I once had an escort client here who booked me to walk about this swimming pool wearing only a black thong. He sat at the very front of the audience area, leaning over and closely seeing my every move as I entered and exited the showers, toilets, and pool. I was to enter the pool by sliding into the water while overtly exhibiting my wet package, and exit the pool similarly slowly as the water ran down my back and over my muscular buttocks.

I was lucky enough to be acquainted with Ricky, a gay attendant who was really into me. We both took advantage of the opportunity that late morning to earn some easy money. Bribing him allowed me to engage in my exhibitionist entertainment for approximately 30 minutes without any hindrance. After that, I went ahead into the nearby sauna to engage fully and to completion with the client and then receive payment for my little, or not so little, show and services rendered.

Later, I went the extra mile, and by way of extra thanks, I gave Ricky a blowjob in the toilet cubicle. He returned the favour by fucking me there, me naked, my swimming trunks down at my ankles, and him in his staff uniform. He has a rent boy-grade cock of his own between his legs, so it was extra anal fun for me after I had fucked the client. The client was also thrilled with the wet and spunky thong in a small plastic bag I gave him as he left.

Anyway, in the here and now, I feel my cock enlarging, recalling the fun I had doing that swimming pool exhibitionist scenario, so I dive into the cool water and feel myself sinking to the bottom before I bring myself back up to the surface and swim a length to the other end of the pool. I get to one end of the pool, and as I climb out, my wet trunks slide enthusiastically into my crack. It’s a purposeful and transparently exhibitionistic display for the public to see! Usually, I don’t bother to finger them out again before I jump back into the pool. When I do finger them out of my crack, it’s primarily to enjoy the sensation of my finger sliding over my shaved fuckhole and to feel my own buttocks flexing to the touch. My cock is constantly up and down in my trunks, and my fuckhole, which the trunks barely cover, is always ready to receive another man’s tongue and cock. Well, I am really hoping for that this afternoon!

I start to climb out of the pool, but I hang there, half in and half out of the water. My arsecheeks stand out with pool water running off the mounds of muscle and the trunks clinging over my wet skin. I was wondering what I should do—stay or go—when a woman swam up close to me and fixed her eyes on my bum cheeks. I glanced over at her; she was focusing on my rear end, and she smiled at me, not embarrassed, before leaning into the poolside beside me and overtly examining the wet, clinging bulge at the front of my trunks. I was excited a bit for being noticed—even though only by a woman—and I began opening and closing my legs slightly and deliberately flexing my glutes a few times in front of her. Her gaze shifted to my cheeks with heightened interest, and she pursed her lips.

I fall back into the pool. She brushes against my naked body under the water, her touch reaching my aroused crotch. The touch was subtle, pressing against the bulge, lingering as I grunted, and then gently pulling away. I smiled at her without saying anything, and she also remained silent. I repaid the compliment by stroking her thighs while my legs were still under the water. I love discreet sensual exhibitionism as well as the more overt kind. Obviously, both she and I are aware of our good looks. So, we indulge in mutual swimming trunks and bikini play. I begin to erect, hanging in this position at the poolside, and she begins to see the full strength of my cock meat as it pushes hard against the wet fabric of my thin trunks. Her eyes widen, and she is clearly aroused.

I sometimes wonder if women like the new trend for guys to wear boxer shorts instead of real, old-style swimwear these days. The fact that I never wear Taliban shorts or boxers makes me stand out in the pool crowd. I once spoke to a female swimming pool attendant, and she told me she likes to see guys wearing tight trunks with chunky bottoms. She enjoys the influx of East European guys who know how to properly dress in the swimming pool. I was compelled to concur with her, particularly since I have tasted a significant amount of that masculine East European cock meat in the showers and pools of London. In fact, I have wrestled dozens of East European wrestlers in wrestling rings all over Europe. They’re all great guys, and a few of them are more sexually ambivalent than they would like to admit.

Nevertheless, I climb out of the pool and stand straight up, very semi-naked and tenting my trunks, while she gazes directly up at me. Her mouth opens slightly as she takes in the unusual angle. I pull my trunks up at the sides, and my penis package shifts visibly, bouncing heavy between my legs. The head of my meat poked out the side, followed by the substantial length of my tubesteak! I wanted her to see how hung I was because that is my kind of overt exhibitionism. She pursed her lips again, licking them, and appeared excited about the view above her head. I decide I have teased her too much and leave her in the pool, turn around, and continue into my cubicle. She looks back at my flexing bumcheeks, her eyes wide with admiration. I go straight into my changing cubicle, then take the bench seat inside, leaving the door wide open so I can casually look out. She looks at me from the water as I sit back, adjusting and squeezing my wet, clinging red bulge in the cubicle. I momentarily consider pulling my hard cock out of my trunks again and entertaining her from here for a bit. Red being the colour of raw male carnality, it’s a great look!

I reach into my jacket and grab a sports drink, downing some greedily, then feeling invigorated. I always add creatine powder to my sports drinks because it gives a fuller, pumped effect to the muscles. I stand up, staying inside the cubicle, bend both my hands forward, and pump-flex my meaty, muscular pecs. My nipples point outward in the cold, so I squeeze and pull them as I brush down my chest. My nipples are very sensitive and respond readily to cold water and finger stimulation. I drink again from my bottle, wishing it were a big, stiffy full of cum. I turn sideways and give the girl a sideways view of my bulge, now protruding heavily. She dips her hand into the water, prompting me to imagine her fingering herself under her black bikini and imagining my cock sliding deeply into her.

I wondered if she had a boyfriend and I’m then thinking that if he looked the part, I would fuck her with her boyfriend taking part, but this is not the reason I’m here, so I close the stable door and sit back down. I remember so many times when I wrestled in the ring and the reactions of some of the women in the audience to our very semi-naked displays of violent male-on-male wrestling. The bouts would often get bloody and the women would go mental watching us ripping into one another. Hall staff have often told me that at the end of the evening, the seats smell heavily of excited women.

I smile to myself and think that, despite the obvious attention of this girl, I fucking love being a man, but especially being a hung gay man and having casual and intense sex with other men. I glance at the mound in my trunks and think about some of the handsome men I’ve met here. Either servicing ourselves and each other in the showers or sauna or going back to his place or my hotel. I’m staying close to this swimming pool. My hotel room is only a short distance away. Typically, we would conclude the interaction at this pool, and I’d only want to finish at my hotel if I was confident that the sex would be intense and energising.

The same is true if I’m doing rent-boying and interacting with any of the paying clients I’d occasionally encounter here. I squeeze the bulge in my trunks, and I feel my cock rising and thickening. Then I hear a noise knocking at my cubicle door.

I pull it open, as he is already pushing in. “Hi Iain! How’s it hanging?” This is Geoff, one of the hottest-looking attendants who works here. I pull the door open, as he is already pushing in. We work out at the same gym, where my wrestling promotion has arranged guest training sessions, and know each other well. I thought it was the woman wanting to taste me!

I pull my hand aside and show him how I’m hanging as I check the bulge in his tracksuit trousers.

“Mmmm. Hanging heavy, I see!”, he says with a smile.

“I’m horny, Geoff! I’m fucking gagging for cock! Give me a taste of yours.” I reached forward and put my hand on his crotch. He doesn’t resist but looks out quickly and shuts the cubicle door behind him. “If you insist, stud!” I can feel his bulge quickly swelling. I pull his work shorts down as he reaches in and pulls his cock and balls fully out. He is wearing no underwear, but Geoff was always a sexually aggressive guy.

“I need to be quick, Iain, as I’m working in the sauna area today.” He hands cranks his cockmeat up and I get off on the cock-slapping sound till it is almost erect and he presents it to me stiff and tasty.

I wasted no time and locked my lips around his hardened meat. As he leans back on the stable doors and moans quietly, I relish the taste of his man meat. “Fuck! That feels good.” He murmurs at me while rolling his hands in my wet hair. I suck backwards and forwards, running my lips all along the length of his cock with my tongue, then circling around, flicking, and pressing hard underneath and around the head. I am extremely hungry and crave nourishment. I run my hands over his well-trained, solidly built arse with the intention of parting his naked cheeks and tasting his tight fuckhole.

I love rimming a guy’s anus, especially Geoff’s sweaty and hairless winking fuckhole. Before I can turn him around, he grabs my head, pulling my hair tighter, shudders and then his cock erupts into my mouth as I quickly gulp down the hot, fresh spunk from his tube. He pushed his hard-on further into my mouth, slowly face-fucking me, and I drew out and swallowed every fucking drop of spunk he unloaded. Fuck! It was short, but hot and spunky! He had a great load there, so he must have been very horny.

“Well, that was quick!” I say this as I sit back on the bench, wiping the spunk from my lips. My own cock is now fully erect outside the top of my trunks. I held it outward, inviting him to suck or hand-crank me. I have a heavy load myself. I can already feel it bubbling in my balls.

“Man! You always make me shoot too quickly! You are incredible at sucking cock!” He squeezes his now-softening meat along its length and ingests the final amount of spunk that oozed out of his bell end onto his hand. “I want to stay, but I need to get back! I saw you on the pool camera, half-naked, looking hung, slutty and hungry for cock and wanted to say, ‘Hello!’ Are you at the gym tomorrow?“

“I feel used!” I said, laughing. “Yes, I’ll be at the gym. My promotion is here for the whole week. We can train together!“

“Then afterwards… Oh! Are you still wrestling at the weekend?” He asks this because he enjoys watching my wrestling bouts, usually with a raging boner going on.

“At the weekend, yeah, I can get you a front-row seat.” I offer. “I have a bout tonight. I’ve been booked in as a late replacement as the guy is still injured from his bout last week.“

“Thanks! I’ll definitely buy that! I can’t go tonight as I’m working here. You’ll be on the video, though? Tomorrow?” I nod my head, wishing I could have rimmed him. He has the arse cheeks of a demi-god. Before leaving for work, he quickly glances outside and stuffs his large, wet dick into his shorts.

I stand up and casually squeeze at my still unspent cock bulge, then take another swig of my orange juice while enjoying the sweet aftertaste of Geoff’s hot spunk and looking out over the pool. I don’t see the black bikini girl, and I imagine she is in her cubicle, fingering herself frantically till she cums all over the cubicle door.

I step back, then strip off my trunks and loosen the leather cockring strapped around the base of my cock and balls. As I shake and stretch my cock, I can feel the warm blood moving back into my flexing meat. I stand there, completely naked, and gaze down at my naked tube steak. I use one hand to flex and tug at my cockmeat, and the other to wipe my face with the inside of my wet trunks. I sniff and lick at them and inhale the chlorine smell from the pool. I wish there were more thick globs of Geoff’s warm white cum on them!

I’m on the verge of putting on my gear and heading to a gay sauna, where I always anticipate experiencing an intense, sexy encounter or four, when a man enters the pool and catches my attention coming my way. I am now leaning over the cubicle door, my soft cock pressing against it. I slowly frot and rub my cock against the cubicle door, imagining other guys wanking and shooting their loads over the cubicle and toilet doors, admiring the sexy bodies in the pool.

My heart races a little as I recognise him as a Japanese-looking man with a sharp, attractive face. He walks in my direction. Dressed in black jeans and a white t-shirt, he enters the cubicle next to mine. I caught his eye, and he raised his eyebrow as I raised mine in return, quickly exchanging a mutually familiar and inviting man-to-man look.

I’m instantly hot for this guy! I fantasize—I hope—that he might be gay and horny for some packed speedo fun. Looking down, I start to pull at my excited, lengthening cock meat and slowly masturbate, pulling my length outwards as I do so.

I notice a pool of water on the floor. It’s like a little mirror, and conveniently, I’m watching him undress from the bottom up. I want to see more, so I press my still-soaked trunks down on the floor where our cubicles meet. I want to make a bigger water mirror and take in a wider reflected view. He comes out of the cubicle wearing black hipster trunks. I’m not too impressed, but he looks great! He has a toned physique, yet his trunks lack the minimal style I like to see on a guy at the pool. As he closes his cubicle door, he looks over at me. In my cubicle, I’m standing there completely naked, clutching my red, skimpy trunks in my hands. I gaze directly into his eyes, giving him a smouldering stare, while slowly wiping my muscular shoulders with my hands. I step back and purse my lips slightly.

He stands in front of me, comes closer and looks over the stable door into my cubicle. I see that he is intrigued, so I show him how skimpy my trunks are and then lower my gaze. He follows my eyes downward to see that I’m totally erect now—very long, very thick, and very stiff! I flex and pulse my cock muscles as I drape my red trunks over my elongated tube steak. The flimsy garment bounces obscenely up and down like a flag flapping from a long pole and signalling red alert. When I look up, I see him staring directly at my body over the cubicle door. He is now totally wide-eyed, wide-mouthed and enjoying what he can see. I flex my pecs and tweak both of my sharply pointed nipples for added effect. He looks at me, smiling and clearly grasping my message, albeit blatantly displayed.

I move towards him, thinking to lip-lock with a cruisy, intimate “Hello!” but he goes straight back into his cubicle. I look down at the water mirror again and see a reflection of him quickly taking his hipster trunks off. He tugs at his bare cock, and it’s clear to me that he’s also working on a decent-sized boner as he now rummages through his kit bag. He pulls out another pair of trunks, but this time much smaller and briefer, I think.

I kneel down and push my boner down, forcing it partially under the thin wall that barely separates our cubicles. I feel him grab it and stroke my meat a few times, hard enough to make me grunt, before he goes outside. I pull back my jism-dripping erection and stand up to see him standing in front of me at the edge of the pool. He is positioned with his back to me, and the material of his black bikini trunks is curved over his very meaty, square buttocks, revealing his impressive physique. He turns sideways and stretches, then looks down at the upwardly packaged bulge in his tiny black posing trunks. He squeezes and pulls at his meat as he looks over at me. He puts a finger in the top of his little trunks, and with his boner still pointing straight up, he fingers his cockhead, then licks his juice off the same finger. I’m getting excited by the sensual and overt cock display and by his horny-looking black trunks as he turns and makes his way along the pool towards the showers.

I can’t wait to get intimate with him in the toilets and showers; I want to fuck him. I want to have him grunting and moaning in ecstasy as I force him up against the wall and pummel his arse crack. I turn around and reach into my kit bag for another pair of swimming trunks and quickly pull out a pair of thin, light blue Lycra ones. I pull the trunks on, and as I do, I see the guy disappear into the toilet and shower area. He stops and looks back at me. My erection is so strong that the flimsy, well-worn trunks can barely hold my meat in. I have an erection that is barely contained, raging beyond the top of my inadequate trunks and pointing straight up. My erection is so long that it touches past my naval. I wait a moment, hoping and wishing for my dickey to drop a little, but it does not and will not. The Viagra I took earlier is clearly working! Instead, I wrap a pale blue cock ring around the base of my meat and balls.

The colours of my wrestling and swimming trunks all match the cock rings I own. Just as I always wear a cock ring in the swimming pool, I also wear one in the wrestling ring. It makes the bulge of my cock more noticeable, which appeals to both my male and female wrestling fans. My cock rings all match the colours of my swimming and wrestling trunks. Just as I always wear a cock ring in the swimming pool, I also wear one in the wrestling ring. It creates a more prominent cock bulge, which both my female and male wrestling fans find attractive.

A single drop of white, creamy spunk oozes from the bell end of my pornographically hung cock. His eatable Japanese arse wedged into his tiny bikini-posing trunks is all I can see in my mind. Out of sight, but still within reach if I seize the moment quickly.

I’m stuck waiting in the cubicle, completely naked except for my sexy light blue trunks. I’m so fucking horny, but my chopper just won’t come down. I can’t just casually go out with this massive erection, but I’m feeling too horny to calm down. The cock ring thickens my rod, of course, but that is why guys wear them. Like I said, I wear mine under my skin-tight 501s and always under my swimming and wrestling trunks.

I take a quick look outside. The only person between me and my target is the bikini girl sitting next to the showers on the other side of the pool. I quickly lick the cream off my fingers, then push my huge, resistant erection firmly into the left side of these flimsy trunks and squeeze as hard as I can. I flex my cock in my hand, and if I don’t move now, my load will explode all over the fucking door.

I finally get my junk—fully locked and loaded—into the packed front of my swim trunks. I slowly open the door with one hand and, with the other unsuccessfully covering my bulge, do a running dive straight into the pool! Oh man! I can feel the cold water cascade over my frenzied, sexually aroused body, causing a turbulent but thrilling sensation around the sturdy cylinder of thick, erect cockmeat falling out of my swimming trunks.

I can see the other side of the pool and the black bikini girl from under the water, and I come to the surface just below her. She spreads her legs and looks down. I say a quick ‘Hello!’ and flash a smile, but before she can react, I’m up out of the water, then crouching down beside her. Our skins touch and I get up. My trunks are fully wedged into my muscular bum crack from the squatting position. She also noticed the length of my cock protruding sharply and heavily from the side of my yielding blue trunks! My big, beautiful purple glans are proudly on display, sticking out right in front of her gob-smacked face! I know what I look like. I have a deep passion for cock, especially the priapic fetishism associated with worshipping and flaunting it. My cock is so big, I can suck myself off. I adjust myself in front of her and tuck my junk in again, but leave my dickhead above the overcrowded trunks. I am quickly on my way from the pool to the shower room.

I am sure she is just pleased to see my toned glutes again and believes I am in a hurry to get into the toilet to pee! She reaches down with her hand over herself, and the light blue trunks partially wedged in my chunky, muscular bum are clearly exciting her. I’m excited and hard too, but for somebody else who has what I have between his legs.

I stepped into the shower room, but the guy wasn’t there. As I hurriedly emerged from the shower, I noticed him standing in front of the urinal, his eyes focused on me.

My eyes were on his skimpy black and very high-riding swimming trunks. His magnificent buttocks were, like my crotch, on prominent display. His genitals were packaged to perfection in a packed and protruding mound.

I have a massive fetish for swimwear, and his arse looks magnificent in his trunks. He looks back at me, then drops his gaze to mine and the massive left-leaning bulge in front of them. I pull on the drawer string and lift the front, and, as I expected, my fully erected tubsteak falls out, pointing outwards and upwards from the left side of my swim trunks.

My elongated meat is his to taste. His eyes widen, his mouth opens, and his tongue licks his lips. Then he began to flex his buttocks in my direction. I think he’s telling me he’s ready for me with a cheeky bounce of his bottom. I’m so horny now!

He reaches back and pulls his swimming trunks up into his arse crack, giving the impression that he is wearing a black thong. His meaty, muscular arse cheeks are on full display, and now I know I am going to rip him a new and wider fuckhole. I cannot wait to get deep inside his bum cheeks and fuck him until both of our cocks explode in streams of hot cum.

I approach him and take a position beside him. He nods toward his package with his head, his cock still wrapped inside his swimmers but clearly tenting. He is inviting me to reach over and unwrap the exciting package for myself.

We touch naked thigh to thigh, and as I reach across, I caress his buttocks, then move to his front to inspect and squeeze his bulge and the soft, dry material of his trunks; he flexes his cock under the trunks, just like I did in the cubicle, and he moans softly a little.

I approach from behind him, inserting my penis inside his arsecrack without stabbing inside him, and then I reach forward to insert my hands into the tops of his trunks. I take hold of his cock and slowly want it up to erection.

He is now holding his hard-on, while mine is fully extended and parking itself inside his muscular crack. He turns to me, and we lock lips. Our tongues fuse hungrily and aggressively. I come around to his front as he turns more towards me.

We move our lips fiercely around each other and are now enthusiastically and passionately wanking, slapping, and slamming our stiff, rigid cocks together. I press closer to him, pulling his head towards me and pushing my tongue deeper into his throat. Our cocks meet and press against each other, and my erection stabs against his heavy, hard-breathing stomach.

He reaches down and starts pulling on my cock, jism and cumin oozing from the head into his hand. He squats down in front of me, then sucks gently around my cockhead, then more fully down the length of my meat. I want my head to be beneath his open-legged squat so I can lock my tongue onto his manhole. I push my thickly hung meat harder and deeper into his gaping mouth, but it’s too big, and he gags on it.

I at once withdrew, positioned my erection to the side, and extended an invitation for him to lick my balls and cock length. With one hand, I reach back and play with my own arched cheeks, feeling the wet swimming trunks against my skin. I move a finger into my crack and begin fingering my wet hole. I raise my hand, wet my finger, and taste the swimming pool water.

He starts wanking me off but needs to use both hands, and I’m already too close to cumming, so I pull him up onto his feet and start kissing his welcoming mouth. He moans quietly as I grab his spiky hair, pull his head back, and then descend onto his neck and throat. I’m eager to sample every inch of his soft, smooth skin and muscular torso.

With both hands, I reach behind him, gently separating his cheeks. I’m playing with and tugging at his black trunks, feeling and pulling the sides of them. I’m touching and feeling every part of his body.

I squat down in front of him, and my mouth connects straight to his solid, throbbing cockmeat. I take his meat straight into my mouth, and in one go, my tongue is embracing his cock and moulding itself to it. He gasps and pushes forward. “Fuck me! Please fuck me.” He moans, and we look towards the toilet cubicle. In there, I can pull his trunks aside, push him firmly against the door, then forcefully enter his fuckhole and fuck his brains out as my seed spills into his guts. As I have done to dozens of other guys here before.

I forcefully turn him around, descend behind him, and, in a frenzied moment, my tongue is probing his arsecrack with those wet black trunks that are now thong-like and separating his cheeks. I pull them apart further, and he sticks his beautiful, smooth cheeks into my face. He is so eager for it! I’m tasting his crack and then settling on that delicious, spikey-haired, hole. He begins to flex the anus, opening out and then closing in, while I’m licking and looking. Fuck! I feel my juice surging, and I’m about to cum.

He is slightly bent over in front of me, holding his cheeks apart with both hands. I’m jerking off furiously with both my hands. I’m on the verge of tongue-fucking him completely. Then we hear a noise, which means that someone is about to enter.

I panicked and jumped up, but just as I was doing so, I shot a huge load all over the urinal! I quickly get one hand in front of my erupting cock head and catch most of the sperm as it splatters into my open palm.

I was so fucking loaded and horny that I couldn’t keep my load in. I leave a white streak of thick spunk on the urinal wall and then watch in awe as my Japanese fuck mate leans across and delicately flicks the thick dollops of cream off the wall with the tip of his tongue. He wipes his face with my hand, which is full to brimming with my fresh and still hot white spunk. I begin kissing and licking my cream off his face while also feeding him my juice. I have him eating out of the palm of my hand.

My swollen knob hangs over the urinal, partially softened but still thick from the cock ring. I look down and see that my cock is still hard. The long spear is still outside my swimming trunks and throbs sensationally as I flex it against my leather cock ring.

The person coming in had gone straight to shower, so he didn’t get to see us getting busy with one another. We both stand at the urinal, holding our genitals in our hands as if peeing, waiting for the person to leave.

I’m fingering my friend’s wet fuck hole, preparing him for a deep, hard fuck. He smiles and shifts his weight eagerly onto my probing finger.

We hear the showers being switched off then a decent-looking young man stands and pauses at the toilet entrance. He can see our backs and our swimming trunks still wedgied into our muscular arse cracks. He squeezes his own crotch, then comes over to the urinals where we are standing. 

He approaches us, then stands quite close to me and pulls his dick out of the top of his black swimming trunks, then pulls his large foreskin back towards his shaft to urinate. He doesn’t make direct eye contact, but he’s clearly aroused with a very obvious semi.

He looks down, then over, as all guys do, to compare the size of the dicks. I adjust my trunks slightly to cover the cockring, holding the base of my cock and balls tightly as he checks us out. But then I think, “Fuck it!” I squeeze my meat and stretch it out, exposing the cockring and my hard cock. I let go, flexed my meat up and down and squeeze George’s bum cheeks.

He moves sideways towards me and we touch skin-to-skin on our shoulders and upper arms. The wrestler in me wonders if this is an aggressive act or a friendly one. Either way could be equally horny and my cock flexes harder in anticipation.

As he watches, I force an impressive stream of steaming hot piss into the urinal, eager for him to see just how hard I can piss through my rigid hard-on. With a satisfying splash, my piss sprays out under pressure and impacts the metal of the urinal

He turns slightly towards me, with George leaning forward slowly wanking himself and watching with a look of eager anticipation and obviously himself up for a three-way.

He shakes his meat for a longer, more extended length of time than most men would, and it bounces around in his hand in a way that is both exciting and willing-to-play. He had a good-sized cock and a large foreskin that looked worth investigating and fingering.

I’m squeezing the last of the piss out of mine, and it’s so satisfying! He looks down and stretches out his semi’d dick, elongating it slowly, and he looks like he wants more. I do the same, matching his pull for pull and stretch for stretch, albeit with a hard-on going. He keeps on coming towards me until our wet, muscular thighs are in physical contact then our cocks and finally our tongues.

Then, with a sudden, powerful thrust, he frots himself against me and begins kissing more aggressively. He pulls back, and with a horny, leering glance towards me and my thick knob in my hands, he slowly but overtly slips his own dick, now semi-erect, back into his trunks.

I get a strong feeling that this guy is into rough and aggressive sex scenes, and my tube starts to twitch again. The pro-wrestler in me has my cock unyielding in its rigidity! He places his hand on the swelling bulge of his black trunks, watching as I masturbate and slap my big cock and George’s. If this guy is up for some rough and heavy sexual action, then so am I. I tuck my cock back into my trunks sideways and am willing to see where this goes.

The three of us now have our hands over the bulges in our swimwear and are going for the squeeze together, like competitive bulge-play. I push my elongated rod down inside my light blue trunks, and the head flops out the side of my trunks. I pull at it and stretch it out, playing to both guys. I then put my erection back into my swimmers, but it was so hard it could not bend.  It can only poke up way out of the top of my trunks. We all laugh and then I put my hands inside my trunks and start wanking again, using both hands. I look over at the other guy and check out his rear end, taking a pleasing top-down view. His pair of beefy arsecheeks have me wanking harder. He sees me do that and starts flexing them as he pulls his black trunks up at the rear, which are now thong-like like George’s.

I put one of my hands onto his closest bum cheek and played and pulled lightly at his swimming trunks. I love wrestling, trunk pulling, and wedgie play. I do it a lot when I’m wrestling. One of my hands is massaging his exposed bum cheeks, while my other hand is massaging George’s bum cheeks. I can feel my new oriental friend playing with my hole and actively fingering me there. I’m flexing my hole and I want to feel him push right in.

I reach back and pull his hand out, then place his outstretched finger onto the spunky wet bell-end of my boner and rub it around the slippery traces of my cum and under the foreskin. I then lick and moisten his finger further, and then urge him to finger me some more. He slides his hands under my arsecrack riding trunks and proceeds to work my hole eagerly. The other guy is watching, and he’s loving it! He’s now got his cock out of his trunks again and is slowly wanking and pulling his knob meat to our toilet side sex entertainment.

I bend forward and loosen up my hole, then tighten it again repeatedly. One finger and then two fingers are probing my shaved fuckhole. I look down at his now rigid tube, pointing out like a big gun over the top of his black swimming trunks and over the piss-smelling urinal in front of him.

I’m thinking that I want my fuckhole to take their cocky cannon fire! I look at him like I’m hungry for his cock. My hole is flexing like crazy as he pulls the deep probing fingers out of my hole. He whispers in my ear, “No. You both fuck me.” I understand and nod my head as he turns his body around and leans forward with his head braced against the urinal wall. I go behind him and spit onto my chopper, lubricating it with my saliva. I then push it against his fuckhole. He is reaching back and moaning and gasping quietly as he pulls his cheeks apart. I take the sides of my light blue trunks and pull them upward. I pull my cock back from his crack and slide my trunks over the side so that my cock is outside at the side instead of over the top of my swimming trunks. I continue to pull my trunks up hard into a much deeper wedgie as the other guy in black trunks goes behind me, and I hear him wanking. I then immediately stick into the Japanese guy’s fuckhole, and the bell-end of my meaty, thick cock slides in hard. He immediately recoils a bit and grunts painfully, but I hold George tightly and keep pushing. The thought that I am hurting the guy with my erection turns me on even more. The wrestler in me is big—very big into rough sex and violent S&M fucking.

I whisper into his ear, “It’s OK; just push onto it. I know you want me to fuck you. You want my big, thick cock. Just ride my meat and push back like you are insatiable for cock.”

As I say this, the other guy that has gone behind me lubricates his meat and slides his hard-on into my fuckhole. I grunt suddenly and push forward into George, going much deeper into the guy’s opened hole as he grunts and moans. “That is it! You are in! It’s big. Your cock is huge!” Moments later, my entire length is inside him as it slides inside his guts in one long push as he grunts and moans in ecstatic discomfort.

The other guy’s cock is now firmly inside me, and I push back against it, and it slides in solidly without resistance as I moan in satisfaction. We’re three guys in swimming trunks, still fully on with our cocks poking out the sides and over the top fucking like dogs together, and I’m the guy in the hot middle. We don’t have much time, but we’re going to make the most of it! We might get caught, but with our trunks still on we’d be able to disconnect and tuck our meat away quickly.

Eventually, our movements sync up, and we feel the excitement and arousing pressure of risking being caught urging us on. The guy behind me is really excited when he sees the Japanese guy wanking and shooting his cum over the urinal wall. They both moan and grunt as their cum shots fire simultaneously. The guy behind me pulls his surging cock out of my hole almost immediately as he spunks deep into me. I feel his cum still splatting onto my opened manhole. I feel my own orgasm building as my anus clenches, and I keep on thrusting deep into that gorgeous Japanese guy’s tight, hot fuckhole. I’m grunting and swearing quietly as I drive my cock deeper and deeper into his surrendering hole. I want to feel as though I’m hurting him with my hard fucking. He pushes back at me. His hands are pulling his cheeks wider apart, and his painful grunting as his head repeatedly hits the wet urinal wall is turning me on a lot.

Suddenly, the water from the automatic urinal flush comes on and pours over his head. That is the trigger as I grab and pull at the sides of his trunks, and my spunk shoots cannon-like out of my cock and deep into the insides of him as my meat pushes harder. I want to keep going as hard as I can! I want to keep fucking him as hard as I can! I grab his hair and push his face into the waterfall cascading down the steel urinal wall. He pushes against it, resisting my merciless thrusting.

“You are hurting me. Man! You are too big! Please!” He whimpers, and I relent and pull my spent but still rigid meat out of his gaping anus. My white spunk oozes out of his wrecked hole. He takes a deep breath and relaxes into my arms as I pull out of him.  I reach down and start fingering him as cum continuously flows out of his hole. I then reach back and feel the other guy’s cum, which is still sticky around my shaved fuckhole. I mix their spunk around my fingers and start passionately kissing the Japanese boy from behind as he turns towards me.

“Thanks! You were fantastic there! You’re gorgeous, and I didn’t want to stop! You were really turning me on in your black trunks!” I whisper in his ear as I nibble and lick at his neck.

He nods in response and gives me a warm, forgiving hug. “You’ve banished all my stress. My hole feels incredible!” We have all separated from each other, and our cocks hang outside our wet and clinging swimming trunks. Laughing as we release the nervous tension from the danger of being caught out in our blatant in flagrante delicto.

“That was incredible! Thanks guys!” The other guy behind me says:.

We are now standing together in front of the river of spent cum streaming inside the urinal, and we all unload our piss together and clear the evidence away and down the drain. Nature’s magnificent life-giving fluid is casually flushed away by our piss. We all agree that we were like hot porn stars in front of each other and headed out of the toilet into the shower.

We wash together and clean ourselves up while talking small talk. The other guy leaves to go back into the pool while I stay with George in the shower. His sexy black trunks are clinging exuberantly to his hot arse as I keep staring at his body, which I find quite attractive.

“You have a great body, George.” I comment while soaping up his back. “I’d love to go at you again. I could fuck you all night long.” I ask as my hand massages his easily opened fuckhole.

“You have a great cock,” he replies. “I wasn’t sure I could take it; your bulge was so obvious, but I wanted to try.”

“You did take it. The whole fucking length. You were incredible! Fucking incredible.” I squat down behind him and start licking his hole, rimming his lovely, well-fucked anus.

“Oh, that feels good! You are hot!” He moans sensually as he takes hold of the bulge in his trunks and squeezes. I start squeezing my bulge, and we are ready to go at it for another round. I pull my soft, but very elongated, cock out of my trunks.

We suddenly hear the noise of a few guys coming into the shower, and we are distracted. They check out my meat dangling between my legs as I lift it up and tuck it roughly into my swimmers. They then eye up the outsized left-leaning bulge at my crotch, still clearly obvious in these flimsy blue trunks. Being so light blue, you can see the entire outline and vein of my heavy and hanging tubesteak. I indicate to George that I’m going into the pool. He follows me, and I hear one of the guys say to the other, “Did you see the size of that guy’s cock?”

“He’s fucking hung like fuck!” one guy exclaims, while another adds, “I’d like one like that!” It’s a form of cock worship, and it makes me feel good knowing that they’re talking about my cock.

“Do you not feel self-conscious wearing such small trunks with a cock like that?” George asks.

“It’s almost nine inches, but quite thick,” I reply. “No, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, really, and I know a lot of the gay attendants that work here, and they are cool about it.” I reply as I adjust it all just before going out into the pool.

“You looked absolutely amazing when I saw you inside the cubicle. I couldn’t believe my eyes, the way you were showing off, but I had to have you!”

“I was just so fucking horny, as I felt the same looking at you. Can we go at it again? Do you want to come back to my place? We could suck, rim, and fuck each other all afternoon!”  I exclaim. “You turn me on huge. I love how you look in your trunks and want to see you in some of my trunks. I’d love to fuck you again, but I’m wearing your black trunks.” I’m still horny as fuck, especially for this guy.

“That sounds horny,” he says with a dirty grin on his face. “I’d love to do that, but I won’t be able to walk home riding that nine-incher.”

“We’ll use lots of lube!” I reply.

We go straight over to our adjacent cubicles and get dressed. I pull on my skin-tight 501’s and refasten my cockring at the base of my cock. When I come out of the cubicle, my faded denims are pulled up tightly, deep into my arse crack, and my cockmeat is tucked down my inside leg. I grab my kit bag and pull a small poster out of it.

“That looks obscene!” George says, “But I love that hung look in tight denims. I’m going to suck and fuck every drop of cum out of your fucking donkey-dick!”

As we walk down to the exit, the black bikini girl is standing in the pool and looking quite busty. She fixes on my hung denim package and drops her jaw into the pool at what she is seeing. She drops her arm and momentarily strokes her barely-covered vaginal area. I motion to her, give her my poster, and suggest that she come and see me and bring her friends.

“What was that about?” George asks as we leave the swimming pool to go outside.

I reply that it is a poster advertising a wrestling show. “Like that one.” As I point at one already posted up at the bus stop, I say, “That is me there.”

“Wow!” he says. “That is you! Are you a professional wrestler? Fuck me! I love watching wrestling. It is huge in Japan.” He gasps. “Wow! No wonder you liked it rough when you fucked me in there!”

An elderly woman looked over, so we moved away slightly out of her earshot.

“Yeah! I fucking loved fucking you! I’ll give it to you when we get to my place. It’s not far from here.” I say, breathing heavily, and I add, “Yes, it is popular in Japan. I’ve wrestled there, and Japanese wrestlers are tough and handsome. Fucking hard-core ring workers. I loved it there.”

Our bus arrived and we got on, ready for another session of awesome sex and all-afternoon fucking. “You can try my wrestling kit on. It might even convince you into becoming an actual wrestler! The promotion I work for is always recruiting and I’m very friendly with the booker.”

He nods his head, and he is enthusiastic to hear more.

“If you’re interested, I can get you a ticket near my corner, and you can come and watch me wrestle tonight. It’s one of the late-evening shows, and they can get seriously fucking wild. I’ll wear my skimpiest trunks for you to enjoy!”

I see this in his eyes—a look of eager anticipation as he reaches down and squeezes the growing bulges in both our trousers.

Iain ‘wrestler4u’ Scott

Jim Bannister was the construction foreman for my new house.  He was the former star quarterback of the local high school and played a little college ball, just enough to keep his scholarship and finish his degree.  We’d been friends since we lived in the same neighborhood, but he hung out with the football jocks, and I was with the swimmers. 

When my wife and I were expecting our third child we decided it was time to build a new house to accommodate all of us.  I stopped by the site almost daily to check on the progress.  Jim and I would chat about the progress and catch up on our lives.  He was divorced with 2 kids.  That and his job kept him busy and didn’t give him much time for a social life.

Late one Friday afternoon I stopped by to see how things were going and brought along a six pack and a bottle of Jack.  He was surprised but very thankful and quickly accepted the beer after taking a quick shot of Jack.

He loosened up a little as we talked and discussed his dating life, or lack thereof.

“I haven’t had time to go on a date in the past 4 months” he moaned.  “Between the kids and the building boom I barely have time to brush my teeth and beat off each night.”

I was surprised by his candor, hadn’t really thought our conversation would lead to sex.  “I know what you mean, Mary’s 7 months along, work and the kids have me so busy I’m too beat for sex” I replied.

We both chuckled and took another shot followed by our second beer.

“I wish there was an easy way to get off with something other than my right hand” Jim stated.  “I don’t have time for the apps or hanging out at the local bar.  I just need something quick with no strings. And not one of those slutty girls everyone fucked in high school” he laughed.

By now I was horny as hell, the alcohol had loosened us up and the conversation wasn’t helping either.  I was throwing a rod in my khakis which was very evident.  I could tell his bulge was larger than when our conversation started, and he’d occasionally grab it for a quick squeeze.

By this point in our conversation his crew had left, and we were the only ones there.  We finished our 2nd beer, and I grabbed the last two and handed it to him.  “Last one, but I need to make some room first.”  I headed to the back of the house and stood on the slab that would be our back porch that faced a couple wooded acres.  I unzipped and hauled out my half hard prick, closed my eyes to try and will it down so that I could piss.  Then I heard steps and opened my eyes to see Jim moving in right next to me.  It seemed a little close for two guys pissing, but I didn’t say anything, just stared at him and watched as he unzipped and hauled out his cock. 

I took in the sight of his veiny cut cock, with a big mushroom head.  He had a little chub going on, but it didn’t stop him from taking a leak.  I, on the other hand, now had a full-fledged erection, and couldn’t piss for a damn.  I watched mesmerized by the stream issuing from the piss slit.  It looked amazing.  He leisurely held his cock in one hand and aimed out over the edge of the porch, occasionally pulling on it in.  I never started pissing and finally took my eyes from his prick and looked him in the eyes.  He’d been watching me the whole time.  I was a little embarrassed, but he just grinned and nodded his head, agreeing to something I hadn’t even stated out loud. 

I kept eye contact as I slowly went to my knees.  His piss stream was slacking off to a dribble as I reached out to take it from his hands and point the last few drops towards my open mouth.  He flexed his cock to shoot out a last stream that I hit my tongue and lips before I moved in to take the head into my mouth.  He watched as I sucked on the head getting it wet and slick to swallow more of it into my mouth. 

The sensation of having a man’s cock in my mouth was amazing.  I’d received oral sex before from both women and men but never realized how erotic it was to have a prick in my mouth.  He tasty musky from his long day of working on the site, mixed with his piss was more erotic than anything I’d ever done sexually. 

I continued to watch his face as I swallowed more and more of his prick.  He was now fully hard and leaking sweet tasting pre-cum onto my tongue.  I pulled off and grabbed the base and milked his cock up to extract more of that nectar.  I was hooked.  I hadn’t known what I’d been missing. 

I proceeded to go at his cock like a starving animal.  He’d unbuttoned his pants and let them fall of his hips, pushing his briefs down as well.  I had full access to his big full balls and massaged them with one hand as I stroked with the other.  My tongue and mouth doing the rest of the work to get him closer to finishing.

“Oh man… Fuck… that’s it, just like that” he encouraged me.  “I’m going to bust soon; you’re going to swallow my load right?”  It wasn’t really much of a question at that point.  I wasn’t working this hard not get the reward.  “Here it comes… OH FUCK… “ he bellowed.  I felt his cock head expand and his balls contract, the thick length pulsed, and he shot several thick blast to the back of my throat.  I watched as he tilted his head to the sky and all the tension left his body and squirt after squirt filled my mouth.  It felt like he’d cum a gallon.  I swallowed it, loving the thick creamy texture with the bitter salty taste. 

I continued to suck as his cock slowly softened in my mouth.   I tugged on my own cock for a couple strokes and came all over the porch.  Finally releasing him from my mouth I sat back on my haunches and panted as I again watched his face.  I was a little worried that he’d have after thoughts and maybe lash out or run off.  But he just grinned “Dude that was the best blow job I’ve ever received, way better than anything my ex-wife did”. I blushed at the compliment and just smiled back.  I licked my lips and took my finger to wipe his excess load from my chin back into my mouth.  His smile broadened and he reached out to pat my head.

It’s now our routine to meet up on Fridays to discuss the house progress and share a couple drinks.  We always finish with me drinking his piss and swallowing a load or two.  He’s asked a couple times if he can fuck me, we haven’t yet, but I’m sure it will happen soon.

Practice was starting to finally feel like normal. I hadn’t heard anything about Larry since he threatened us with the photos, but I had the feeling he was going to try to pull something before the next game. Calvin was doing better, he seemed like he was starting to get closer to his team mates again. He started really focusing on his training, and understandably avoiding me whenever possible. Hunter was behaving for the most part, but still makes lewd comments about Calvin and me from time to time. It was overall looking up for Calvin at least.

“Hey coach! It looks like your boyfriend is ” Hunter said, running upto me. I just knew he was about to say something inappropriate and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him, so I kept walking.

“Coach!” He yelled, getting closer, “You can’t avoid me forever!”

“You run too slow, I need you to work on that.” I said without turning to him.

“Come on coach! Don’t be a dick! I’ve got more dick than I know what to do with already!” He said with an arrogant tone.

“What do you want? I’m busy.” I said, annoyed.

“I was just wondering if you could help me with a new workout today.” He said, almost sounding like a normal human being.

“I’m not your workout buddy. But if you want to try a new routine I can help you arrange it. What did you have in mind? Weights?” I asked.

“I was thinking something a bit more… intimate.” Hunter said, his voice dropping, followed shortly by a firm and loud slapp on my ass.

I spun on my heels and looked him dead in the eyes. “What the hell? No I’m not going to let you fuck me!”

“Come on coach! I know you can’t resist this! You don’t have to be ashamed.” He said, grabbing his bulge.

“I’ll give you blowjobs or handjobs or whatever but I’m not letting you put that in my ass.” I said, looking at the huge bulge in his shorts.

“Whatever you say coach, it’s your hole. Maybe Calvin would like to help me out?” He said with a wink before walking off.

“Wait!” I said, calling after him. He stopped and turned to face me. “I’ll be in my office after practice. You can come by.” I said, defeated. I hated myself for doing it but I couldn’t risk Calvin’s dignity.

He smiled and ran off to join his teammates. I went back to my office and waited for him. He let himself in about half an hour later, sweaty and naked. He had a towel wrapped around his shoulders and a bottle of water.

“Hey coach. Ready to hit the showers?” He asked, giving his cock a squeeze.

“You seriously want to fuck my ass in front of the entire team?” I asked, annoyed, but not surprised.

“Coach, we’ve got a deal.” He said, getting closer. “I want everyone to know exactly who is in charge.”

I sighed and started taking my clothes off. I didn’t want anyone to see me getting fucked, but I had to keep Hunter from harassing Calvin. When I was down to my jockstrap. Hunter stopped me. “Leave that on, it’s sexy.” He command, then led me to the showers, pulling me by the jockstrap into his arms.

I was mortified, seeing the showers were crowded, but if anything, it made Hunter even hornier as he grabbed me and pushed me up against the cold tile wall. He rubbed his naked body on me, his huge cock rubbing up against my ass cheeks as his hands explored my body. He reached around and started stroking my cock as he growled into my ear.

“Looks like coach is getting fucked!” Someone shouted.

“Fuck yeah! Our coach knows how to treat his players right!” Another called out.

I wanted to run. But Hunter was holding me so tightly and his cock was so hard and I was getting so turned on. His cock pressed harder and harder against my hole. It felt so good. I was just about to let him in when a stranger feeling came over me. A memory. I could feel an old love enter through my asshole, making me feel warm and safe. Hunter’s cock though clearly gifted in many ways, didn’t give me that same feeling of security. I pulled away from him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Hunter asked, annoyed.

“I’m not doing this, Hunter!” I said, turning hunter around and pushing him back. I barely touched him yet he still managed to get caught off guard and slip on the wet floor.

“Fuck!” He yelled as he fell hard on his ass. The rest of the guys laughed as I walked out.

“You better get back here!” Hunter said, angrily.

“Go fuck yourself! I’m not dealing with this anymore.” I said, heading back to my office to get dressed. I couldn’t believe I just did that.

I headed home immediately afterwards. I was sick of this shit, and not ready for anything except to go wrong, so when I got home to see Larry’s car sitting outside my house, I was ready to fight. He walked out of my front door and stood in my way.

“Get out of the way, Larry.” I said, trying to push past him.

“Sure! I’m just here to let you know the lawsuit has been filed!” Larry said, smugly.

“Lawsuit?” I asked. I hadn’t heard anything about a lawsuit.

“Yes! Lawsuit! One the school will have to settle privately to prevent any, unfortunate documentations to be leaked.” He said, with a shit eating grin than mad it clear he won, in his own opinion of corese.

“If you release those photos, you’ll be proving you took photos illegally in a locker room. Get out of my face!” I said, pushing past him.

“And how are you going to prove that? There is no way to tell who took the photos!” Larry asked, smugly.

“If you use the photos as leverage, the school will absolutely destroy your credibility.” I said, walking towards my house.

“And that’s why I’m here. To get you to pressure the school to settle.” Larry said, still standing in the way. “If you refuse, everyone will know your secrets and young Calvin’s future will be ruined. But if you settle, you’ll certainly lose your job, but Calvin will be able to walk away without a single person knowing his dirty little secret.”

“You’re fucking despicable.” I said, shoving him aside and storming off to my house. I went inside and sat on the couch, staring at the ceiling, contemplating my next move.

The next day at practice I avoided eye contact with everyone and tried to make myself as small as possible. I didn’t speak to hunter, I didn’t speak to Calvin, I just ran practice and tried to hurry up and get out of there. I was worried that Larry did find a way to use the photos. I was afraid of what would happen to Calvin. No one has talked to me about the lawsuit, so I was hoping it got tossed immediately.

As soon a practice was over, I took a shower. My body was almost limp as I scrubbed. I just wanted to wash all this stress away. I heard someone come into the showers, but I didn’t bother to look up. I could feel them watching me as I scrubbed. I assumed this would be how every day would feel now.

I headed to the lockers to get dressed when I heard a commotion coming from around the corner. I headed over to see what was going on when I heard Hunter’s voice.

“Yeah! That’s good head! You like that big dick?” Hunter said, clearly enjoying himself.

I looked around the corner and saw Calvin on his knees, giving Hunter a blowjob. There were guys all around him waiting for a turn, and it looked like they were taking turns with Calvin’s asshole too. I wanted to yell, but I couldn’t. I just watched in horror.

Calvin noticed me watching. He looked to me but didn’t seem unhappy. I on the other hand, was pissed.

“Hey coach!” Hunter said, looking up at me, “You want a turn with your little slut? He’s got some great holes. Look who I’m talking to, of course you know!” He said, laughing.

My blood was boiling. I had entertained Hunter’s attitude and threats. I walked right up to him and punched him in the face! He stumbled back and wiped his now bloody nose. “You fucking punched me?! What the fuck?!” Hunter said, angrily.

“You’re a sick fuck, Hunter. Stay away from me and calvin!” I yelled, grabbing Calvin and pulling him away.

“Coach! Don’t do this!” Calvin pleaded. 

“I’ll handle this guy, Calvin! I’ll never let him use you again!” I said reassuringly.

“What?! The slut fucking asked if I wanted a blowjob! I didn’t fucking rape him!” Hunter said, getting ready to fight.

I turned around and looked at him. “He didn’t ask you for anything. And he isn’t a slut!”

“Coach!” I looked at Calvin. He had tears in his eyes. “I don’t need you to protect me!”

“You… You wanted this?… Why?… Why would you do that?!” I asked, feeling like an idiot.

“I just… After giving you a blowjob it’s all I’ve been able to think about! I haven’t been able to focus on training or studying or anything! I needed to do it again!” Calvin said, ashamed.

“Calvin, I…” Before I could finish, Hunter’s fist slammed into my face. He punched me with such force that I fell over.

“Fucking prick!” He shouted, his massive frame looming over me. The other players around took action and grabbed Hunter before he could land another hit. They pinned him against the wall, giving me a chance to get up. I was on my feet and in the perfect position to send my fist slamming into his stomach. Calvin stepped in front of me and blocked the punch.

“Please, stop!” Calvin begged, holding his arms out. “Please, don’t hurt him anymore.”

I stepped back and looked at Calvin. He looked so desperate. “Do you know what this asshole did?” I asked, pointing to Hunter. “He fucking used me, threatening to force you to do it if I didn’t.” I said, getting angry again.

“Is that true?” One of the guys holding Hunter asked.

“No! We made a deal that I would stop flirting with Calvin! I had no intention of forcing myself on him! I thought he just wanted Calvin to himself!” Hunter said, struggling against the guys holding him.

“But you kept saying ‘if you don’t, maybe Calvin will’ so I thought…” I continued.

“Yeah, of you didn’t keep up your end, I’d see if Calvin was interested! That’s all!” Hunter explained.

“That does sound pretty close to a threat, Hunter.” The same guy said.

“Whatever! I didn’t rape him, your boyfriend asked for my dick!” Hunter said, finally pushing the guys off him. They backed off and let him go, turning to me for guidance. I turned to Calvin.

“Did he hurt you? Did he force you to do anything?” I asked.

“No! I wanted to do it! I really enjoyed it and I really want to do it again!” He said.

“I can’t let you do that. You’ll ruin your career.” I said, sternly.

“Coach, please! I know what I’m doing.” He stated, trying to reassure me.

“Fuck it… Whatever… Do what you want.” I said, walking away. I couldn’t deal with this anymore. I couldn’t deal with these players. I couldn’t deal with Calvin. I just wanted to get out of here.

Calvin followed me back to my office. I tried to ignore him, but he was persistent. “Coach!”

“Leave me alone, Calvin.” I said, trying to keep my cool.

“Please! Let me explain!” He pleaded.

“What is there to say, Calvin? You can go suck on as many cocks as you want! I won’t stop you, just leave me out of it.” I said, sitting down in my chair.

“I’m sorry you’re angry! I didn’t know what else to do!” He said, desperation and some anger on his face.

“You could have come to me! I understand if you don’t want to have sex with someone else, but I was trying to protect you from Hunter, then you go and suck his cock?!” I said, getting more frustrated by the second.

“I… I don’t owe you anything! I can have sex with whoever I want!” He yelled, angrily.

“Then why are you here, Calvin? If you don’t want anything to do with me, why are you here?! If you don’t care, why did you tell Mr Andrews we’re dating?” I asked, raising my voice.

“I wanted you! I wanted to be with you! I just…” He trailed off.

“Then why didn’t you say something?! I would have stopped sucking Hunter’s dick if you just told me what you wanted!” I said, losing my temper. “Just tell me what you want, Calvin! Stop playing these fucking games!”

Calvin stared at me. “I… I want you.” He said, almost in a whisper.

“What?” I asked, not sure I heard him.

He ran up to me and jumped in my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist and pressing his lips against mine. I held him up by his ass and let his tongue enter my mouth. I pushed him against the wall and grabbed his head, forcing his tongue deeper inside.

I ran my hands along his soft skin and he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into him. I started groping his ass and he started grinding his crotch on my abs. I pressed him harder into the wall gripping his plump ass cheeks and pulling them apart. I pulled away from his lips and started kissing his neck, trailing down to his nipples. I sucked on them, gently biting them and feeling him squirm in my arms. I could feel my cock poke out of my shorts and press against his hole. I wanted him so badly, I wanted to rip his ass open with my massive cock.

I pulled his ass closer, grinding my cock on his hole. Calvin moaned and bit his lip, clearly wanting the same thing. I kissed his chest and neck while my cock kept rubbing on his hole. I could feel his cock leaking on my abs, his precum coating my stomach. I lifted him up and carried him to my desk, laying him down and pressing my cock against his hole.

“Are you ready?” I whispered into his ear.

“Please!” He moaned, pushing back on my cock.

I pushed inside him and he moaned. I looked down at him and watched as my cock pushed deeper inside his body. His face was flushed and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. I could see he was breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling as he adjusted to my massive intruder. I leaned down and kissed him, making out with him while his ass accepted my cock.

When I was all the way in, I stopped. I let him adjust to the size. After a moment, he began to move on his own. He lifted himself up and started grinding on me. I let him do the work, and watched him enjoy my cock. He leaned his head back and moaned as he moved his hips faster. He seemed to really enjoy riding my cock, so I leaned back and let him take control. I held onto his hips and let him set the pace, but it wasn’t long before he was bouncing up and down on my cock.

“That’s good! Yes, that’s good!” I groaned, encouraging him.

“I’m cumming! I’m gonna cum!” He cried, gripping my shoulders and slamming his ass down on my cock. His cock twitched and sprayed his load all over our stomachs, coating us in his cum. I grabbed his hips and started thrusting into him, forcing my cock deeper into his body. He whimpered in pleasure as I slammed into him.

I released inside of him. I felt my balls tighten up and shoot my seed deep inside his bowels. I let my cock twitch and spasm, coating his insides. After a moment, we collapsed onto the desk, panting.

“Fuck, yeah…” I groaned as I pulled out of him. I could feel my cum dripping out of his ass as I removed myself from him.

“That was incredible. Coach.” Calvin said, smiling.

“I can’t argue… But seriously… Why didn’t you come to me instead of Hunter?” I asked.

“I guess I thought it would be easier… I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure, so I didn’t think you’d want to…” He said, blushing.

“I do want to…” I said, grabbing his hand. “But things are complicated… So we should keep things casual until we deal with Larry Durkamoffer. Then we’ll discuss this again. Sound fair?”

“Okay…” He said, nodding.

“Good! Now go get cleaned up. I’ll see you tomorrow for practice.” I said, smacking his ass as he got up. Outside my office, Hunter and the other guys were waiting. They were near the door, obviously listening.

“What do you assholes want?” I asked, annoyed.

“Sorry coach, we just wanted to make sure you and Calvin were okay.” Hunter said, looking genuinely concerned.

“Yeah… He’s okay. But if you ever threaten to force him to do anything again, you won’t be.” I warned.

“I know… But… The guys would like him to finish what he started…” Hunter said, gesturing to his massive dong.

“…That’s up to Calvin I guess… But if you hurt him…” I said, turning to leave.

“Coach…” Calvin called out.

“What?” I asked, turning back around.

“I want to do it…” He said, more confident than I’ve seen him since the big win where this whole thing started. “If you don’t mind coach.”

“If that’s what you want…” I said. “But if you’re serious about us… I have one condition.” I leaned in and whispered in his ear, so no one could hear. After hearing what I had to say, he smiled and nodded.

Hunter slapped Calvin’s ass. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re not gonna be able to walk.” He said, pulling Calvin by the hair.

“Please do.” Calvin moaned, leaning into Hunter and letting him guide him to the benches. I stood there, watching them, and felt a stirring in my loins. Hunter bent Calvin over a bench and spanked his ass.

“You ready slut? You ready for me to stretch your ass?” He asked, rubbing his cock against Calvin’s hole.

“Yes! Please!” He cried, pushing back on Hunter’s dick.

“That’s a good little slut.” Hunter said, forcing his dick into Calvin’s tight hole. “That’s a good little boy. Take my big dick. You like that, you dirty slut?”

“Yes! Yes! I love your cock! It’s so big!” Calvin moaned, gripping the bench as Hunter’s cock slammed into him.

Hunter drilled his cock into Calvin’s ass, filling his hole and forcing his hips into the bench. He grunted like an animal, slamming his cock into Calvin’s tight hole. His dick stretched Calvin open and made him scream in pleasure.

“Coach Reed’s cock doesn’t make you feel this way, does it?” Hunter asked, pounding him hard.

“No! Your dick is so much bigger!” Calvin moaned, feeling Hunter’s thick cock slam into him.

“That’s right. You’re my little cum dump, aren’t you?” Hunter growled, spanking Calvin’s ass. 

“Yes! I’m your cum dump! I’m your whore! Please, fuck me harder!” Calvin begged, arching his back and spreading his legs.

Hunter looked over his shoulder at me, giving me a wink and a grin. He was enjoying this way too much. I walked over to him and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“You like fucking my boyfriend?” I asked, my breath hot on his ear.

“Yeah… I like fucking your little cum slut.” He said, spanking Calvin’s ass.

“I’m glad you do… But he’s mine and you don’t get to fuck him without my permission.” I said, sternly.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” He asked, grabbing Calvin by the hair and pulling his head back.

“I’m going to show you what happens when you fuck with me.” I said, pressing my cock against his muscled ass. I grabbed his hairy chest and pulled him close to me, grinding my cock on his hole. I held him close, my lips touching his ear as I whispered. “You’re going to be my bitch.” I pushed my cock into his ass, forcing my way in.

“Fuck! Fuck! You’re too big!” He screamed, trying to pull away. But I wasn’t letting him go. I kept pushing into his ass, forcing my way into his tight hole. I could feel him clench around me as I made my way in.

“The only way out of this is to get that cock out of my boyfriend. This is the condition Calvin agreed to.” I said, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him into me. I forced my cock all the way inside him, my balls pressed against his thighs. “So… What will it be? You gonna pull out, or am I going to have to keep fucking you?” I asked, thrusting into him.

“Shit… Shit… Fuck…” He panted, his face contorted in pleasure and pain. “Fuck it… Keep going coach… I’ll let you fuck me… I’ll be your bitch…” He moaned, pushing back against me.

“That’s good. Now show me how much you like it.” I said, pulling out and pushing back in. Hunter’s tight ass was making me lose my mind. The way his ass gripped my cock and pulled me in was incredible. He was really doing most of the work once we found our rhythm. As his hips pulled his cock out of Calvin, mine dove deeper into Hunter.

“Fuck!” Hunter cried, his body trembling as I fucked him. “I don’t know if I can take it much longer!”

“That’s it! Take that cock until I say your done!” I grunted, slapping his ass. I could feel his hole clenching around my cock as I slammed into him, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My balls slapped against his thighs and my hips crashed against his ass. I knew I was going to shoot my second load soon.

“I’m cumming!” Hunter moaned, his cock twitching in Calvin’s ass. I could feel his ass clench in sync with his pulsating cock as it shot its load, filling Calvin’s ass.

I was so close, I could feel my balls tightening up as I fucked Hunter. I could feel my cock pulsing as it pushed in and out of his tight ass. I could feel my whole body tensing as I prepared to release my load. And then… I came. I shot my load deep inside Hunter’s tight ass. I felt my balls unloading inside him as my cock twitched and spasmed, pumping my load into his body.

I let my cock finish unloading inside him, feeling my cum leak from his abused hole. “There you go, Hunter. You did good.” I said, patting his ass.

Hunter collapsed on top of Calvin, exhausted and panting. “Fuck… I can’t believe I just let you do that.” He groaned, his body shaking.

“From now on, you’re going to listen to your coach, right?” I asked, pulling out of his ass.

“Yeah… Whatever you say coach.” He said, breathlessly.

“Good… Now let your team mates fuck you next!” I said, grabbing my stuff.

Hunter lifted himself up, freeing Calvin to follow me, then Hunter looked behind him. The other guys he was showing off for earlier were standing there, stroking their massive cocks. That last thing I heard as I left was hunter sighing. “…Shit…”

I was recently offered a promotion but accepting the promotion meant I would have to relocate to the Corporate Offices on the west coast. I live on the east coast.  I only had a few days to ponder if I would accept the offer and after careful consideration I accepted the position.  It was a life changing decision leaving my friends and family behind but it was also exciting.  As a Graphic Designer it was an amazing opportunity and the salary was much more than I expected.  All my moving expenses were paid and I rented an apartment with the intention of purchasing my first home. 

Once I was settled and after several weeks I began house hunting and I found the perfect home in a nice development.  I made an offer for the property and within a few days my offer was accepted.  Needless to say I was overwhelmed with the move, a new position, a new home and feeling lonely.  The staff at the office were friendly enough but I hadn’t really connected with anyone. As a gay man I was somewhat guarded with my personal life.

It was a beautiful Friday when my furniture arrived and I had my to do list ready and began arranging the furniture and unpacking.  My new home was an L Shaped Rancher with three bedrooms, a large living room, kitchen and an open floor plan.  The yard was private with a beautiful in-ground swimming pool. Later in the afternoon I went to the grocery store with my list of everything I needed and then headed home.  As I was unloading my SUV my next door neighbor walked over….

“Hello and welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Hello, I’m Seth Walker and it’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Ricco Santoro and it’s nice to meet my new neighbor.  If you need anything, all you have to do is holler.”

We talked for a bit and I was taken by his good looks.  He was tall, about 6′ with tanned skin and the most amazing blue eyes.  He was older because his hair was black streaked with silver grey.  His five O’ clock shadow was black and definitely sexy. 

“Let me help you with all your groceries and man you have a lot.”

“I just moved from the east coast due to a work promotion and I had to buy out the store.”

He helped me carry everything in and for some reason I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.  He was outgoing and funny and I knew we were going to be friends.

“Hey Seth, I’m sure since you have recently relocated you don’t know many people so how would you like to come over tonight and I can throw some steaks on the grill and we can get to know one another.  My girlfriend has gone to visit her Mother and I would love the company.”

“Oh man, that is very neighborly of you and I would love to join you.”

“Okay, great 7PM.”

“See you then Ricco.”

My name is Seth Walker, I’m 29 almost 30, 5’9″  165 lbs. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a swimmers physique.”

I put up all the groceries, then jumped in the shower.  Ricco said he has a girlfriend so I knew he was straight but I still wanted to make a good impression so I put on a pair of skimpy running shorts and a tank top then looked in the mirror pleased with my appearance.

I walked over to his house and rang the doorbell.  He opened the door and my eyes went straight to his crotch.  He was wearing a yellow bikini swimsuit and no shirt.  His bulge was obscene and for the life of me I couldn’t stop staring.  He looked at me and then his bulge and said….

“Sorry Seth for my appearance but I was by the pool relaxing.  Come on in.”

“No, no you’re fine, how are you?”

“I’m great, let’s go and sit by the pool, you want a beer?”

“Yes, that’s just what I need.”  

“I’m going to throw some steaks on the grill, I’m not a cook but I can grill a mean steak.”

“Sounds delicious.”

We sat and talked and I began to relax after the first beer.  Ricco got busy preparing the steaks and baked potatoes.  As soon as he finished we ate and talked and I have to say the steak was perfectly prepared.

After another beer Ricco asked….”So Seth, how is your love life? I’m sorry that’s a stupid question, you just relocated here.” 

Ha, you’re funny, what love life?” I was in a relationship several months ago but it ended badly.”

“Oh, did she cheat on you?”

“No she didn’t but he did!”

“So you’re gay?”

“Gay as a three dollar bill and I hope you’re okay with that, I shouldn’t have blurted that out.”

“It’s fine, gay, straight, bi, who cares.”

“You said you have a girlfriend, is it serious?”

“Fuck no, I don’t love her, she is a fuck buddy and she cooks and cleans for me and in turn she lives with me free of expenses.”

“Understood, but is she good in bed?”

“She is okay but doesn’t like anal sex, sucking dick or swallowing so if I’m in the mood for some kink I just go and find it but it’s not easy because sex is not like in porn flicks.  I like to experiment and I want to try anal sex but have not met the right gal to take my big dick.”  

“I think it all depends on who you’re with.”

“Another beer my friend.”

“Oh yeah, these are tasting mighty fine.”

We laughed and I was already buzzed and lost all my inhibitions.  I was really enjoying myself and it may have been the booze but I felt a sexy aura around us.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, are you a top or a bottom?”

“Ahhh, I see you know the terminology….as to your question I am basically a bottom.”

“Interesting, I am quite kinky and like I said, I have wondered what anal sex would be like.”  

“Well, if you got a taste of a hot ass you will be hooked.”

“I’ve got to pee, I will be right back Seth.”

I watched him walk to the house and his ass was a work of art, not to mention his bulge.  I felt my cock stir at the thought of him fucking me.  He returned and I watched him intently.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Can’t help but notice, I’m a gay man Ricco.”

“Not a problem, I like the attention.”

‘Since we are on the subject, what kind of guy do you fancy?”

“Fancy huh?  Well, I love a guy that’s substantial in his manhood but most of all he has to have a good personality and be into me.”

“Well put…another beer.”

“Yes, but it’s my last cause I’m already buzzed.”

“At least you don’t have far to go home.”

We laughed and talked and I was definitely drawn to him and I think he may have been drawn to me too.  He didn’t make any comments about me but his stares were on going.  After the last beer I said I needed to head home….

“Ricco, thank you for making me feel welcome and I will have you over as soon as I have everything done at home.”

“Sounds good and if you need anything, just holler.”

We exchanged phone numbers and as I went to leave he hugged me and his scent was intoxicating.

“See ya soon Ricco.”

“For sure Seth.”

I walked in the house and flopped on the sofa as my head was spinning.  Fuck I thought, he is so sexy in his late forties or early fifties but so hot.  I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of him.  I awoke a few hours later with a headache, took two aspirins and headed to bed.  I awoke in the morning feeling pretty good which surprised me and even though I love beer, it usually gave me an awful headache.

I took a shower and shaved and then I had purchased metal workbenches for the garage which I hated the thought of putting them together.  Just then the phone rang and it was Ricco…..

Hey bud, just checking on ya after all the beer.”

“I’m fine, it was rough getting started but I’m great now.”

“I was wondering if you need help with anything, I’m bored and would be happy to give you a helping hand.”

“A helping hand I could use.”  as we both laughed.  Kidding aside, I have some metal workbenches I have to put together and I could use your help, but first I will make us breakfast.”

“I’m going to take a shower and then I will be over and breakfast sounds good.”

The doorbell rang and as I opened the door he walked in and his scent sent a shiver through me.  

“Gawd damn it Ricco, ya smell good enough to eat.”

“Are you coming on to me Seth?”

“Nah, just teasing you.”

“Tease away man.”

We ate and he woofed down breakfast and I enjoyed watching him devour his food.  After we finished with some small talk we headed to the garage and a matter of an hour or so the benches were put together.  We were both sweating and I said….

“Let’s jump in the pool to cool off.”

“I have to go home and get a swimsuit.”

“No you don’t, my yard is private, we can go in the pool naked.”

“That could be dangerous Seth.”

“Ha, danger is my middle name.”

We headed to the pool, I dropped my shorts and briefs and Ricco followed.   As he dropped his boxers I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock.  It had to be 6″ soft with huge balls.  I swallowed and my cock began to swell.  I immediately jumped in the pool to avoid him noticing my uprising.  He jumped in and we laughed and razzed each other.  I got close to him and we just looked at each other I licked his lips with my tongue then he pulled back. I moved in again and kissed him and as our lips met his mouth opened and he became engaged as our mouths became an inferno of heat.  Our cocks were rock hard as our kiss continued and he pulled back and said….

“Fuck Seth, that was some kiss and very different than kissing a girl.”

“It’s primal, wild and exciting isn’t it?”

“Well, I don’t quite know how to explain it so fucking kiss me again so I can answer your question.”

I grabbed the back of his head and when our mouths connected he was now fully into it and the kiss was even more than what I had ever encountered.  

“Fuck Seth, that’s powerful and I want more.”

I’m going to get us some towels to dry off.  When I walked out of the pool I looked back at him and he was staring intently at my ass.  I knew it was going to happen and I wanted it too.  We dried off and I escorted him to my bedroom….

“Lay on the bed Ricco, with your legs spread.”

I crawled in between his legs and took his cock with one hand and his balls with the other as he moaned.  He was a sight to behold, a strong chest with amazing pecs and nips that were big and protruded out.  His abs were tight and he didn’t have an ounce of body fat.

I licked his uncut cock, just the head swirling my tongue around his girth.  Slowly I took him inch by inch until I had three quarters of him into my throat in which I began to gag.  I pulled back and went for more.  I took his mushroom head with his foreskin back and licked as precum filled my mouth.

“Oh fuck yes, that feels so good.”

I went back down on him and sucked that cock with all I had.  Finally I was at his pubes and his musky scent filled my nostrils with euphoria. I had never sucked a cock so big and I wanted to make him feel good so I rubbed his balls and ran my finger along his perineum.  He gasped with pleasure and I continued but then due to his girth my jaw started to ache and I pulled off.  

“Fuck, Seth you are amazing, I know my cock is big and no one has ever sucked me like that.”

I laid on my stomach, spread my legs and raised my ass a little….

“Do you want some of this Ricco?”

“Fuck, your ass is exquisite.”

“Fuck me, get the lube out of the top draw of the night stand.”

He lubed his cock and my ass and rubbed it up and down my crack.  I was ready and as he pushed in passing my sphincter, I gasped in pain…..

“Am I hurting you?”

“Just go slow, I have to get used to your anaconda.”

He slowly penetrated me with care and as he invaded my insides I could feel myself stretch to accomodate his girth.  Finally he was in me and he didn’t move.  I never felt anything like it and though I could feel a slow burn in my ass, it somehow felt different, amazing and I guess a feeling of fullness.  He began a slow rhythm and as he passed my sweet spot I hollered…..

“Fuck, oh fuck yes, just like that Ricco, fuck me, yes fuck me.”

“Oh babe, it feels so warm inside you and I am not going to be able to last long.”

“Pull out and let me get on my back.”

I got in a missionary position and he was back in me and now I was ready to be fucked.  He saw the look of ecstasy on my face and began pounding my ass.  He rubbed my nipples and the sensations in my ass were amplified.  I wrapped my legs around him as he leaned down and kissed me as fireworks went off between us.  

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum babe.”

“Yes, yes, me too, I’m coming Ricco, Fuuuuuuuuck.”

He collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy and I could feel his heartbeat.  He rolled over and we laid facing each other.

“Wow Seth, I never and I mean never felt anything like what just happened between us.”

“Me neither Ricco, I have never felt anything like what we just shared and I came hands free. 

I am loving the time we spend together, with you enjoying me as I enjoy you.”  

“I love it too Seth, but we can’t go any further because of our age difference.”

“I don’t care about age, all I care about is the here and now.

“It’s not fair to you, there are twenty three years between us.” 

“It doesn’t matter, not to me, please don’t ruin tonight because of age boundaries”

“Okay, okay but at some point we have to talk about it.”

We got up and showered and Ricco was quiet so I knew I had to get him out of it.  After we finished showering I got us a beer and we sat on the sofa.

“Tell me something about your life Ricco.”

“Well, I was born in the US but my parents are from Italy and they came to the US to start a new life but when I was an infant they moved back to Italy feeling this is not where they belonged.  They had a hard time adjusting to being in another country and it never felt like home to them.  My Mother was born in the US and also taken as an infant back to Italy.  I have been in the US for twenty five years.  I have made a good life for myself.  I have never been in love, but I have had a lot of sex with women.  Does that satisfy your curiosity?”

“Yes and thank you for sharing with me.  I had a feeling that you were European with your handsome features and of course your name.”

“You’re trying to butter me up.”  

“Of course I am, now tell me more.”

“Let’s talk about sex…I haven’t sucked your cock yet or any cock but I am curious and also the way you went nuts when I fucked you, I would like to see what it feels like.”

“With those few words you spoke I’m hard, so tell me what you want and I will grant you your wish.”

“I want you to fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want to feel what you felt.”

I reached into him and our kiss was magic.  Our mouths were perfectly in sync and our tongues danced in sexual harmony.  I removed his shirt and kissed his neck and moved down to his protruding nippes as he sighed.  I ran my hand across his hairy chest as I kissed him.  He got up and I removed his shorts and then his boxers and his cock sprang up at full attention.  I took him in my mouth and in a minute or two he was coating my tongue with his slick juice.  He pulled me off and removed my shirt slowly with his eyes locked on mine.  He had me stand up and dropped my shorts and briefs and caressed my cock and balls.  He leaned into me smelling my pubes and he whispered, “you smell so good Seth.”  He took my cock and licked the head, swirling his tongue around and then went down on me like a pro.  He gagged and came up but went back for more.  He pulled off and looked up at me….”I love your cock, it’s perfect.

He sucked me for some time and then I said…”stop or I’m gonna cum.”  He laid on the carpeted floor on his stomach with his legs spread and said he was ready for me.  The sight of his hairy ass was icing on the cake for me and I got down spreading his cheeks as his pink pucker winked at me.  I wanted to take him to a place he had never been before so I started licking his cheeks and around his asshole but not in it.  He began gyrating and his breathing increased and then I went for it.  My tongue licked him from his taint up to his asshole and I began to torture him.

“Fuck, oh my God Seth, more, please eat my mancunt.” 

Ahh hah, you’re talking like a gay man.”

“Eat me, don’t stop.”

I knew that I had him in a sexual place he had never been before and his body language told me all I needed to know.  He wanted me and I wanted him, a perfect pairing of two souls slowly coming together as one.  

After loosening up his hole with my tongue, I lubed my fingers and inserted one, two and then three fingers and he never complained but pushed his ass into my fingers moaning in euphoric pleasure.  I loved his hairy ass and was mesmerized by how plump it was.

“Oh fuck Seth, I’m ready, take my virgin ass.”

I placed my cock at his entrance and slowly pushed in passing his tight muscle and stopped.  His ass slowly began to move and I was shocked that he didn’t feel any pain or he just didn’t say anything.  I began sliding into his warmth without stopping until I was at his pubes.  He signed, lifted his head, turned and said….

“Fuck me Seth, yeah breed my fucking ass.”

That was my signal and I fucked him hard, hitting his sweet spot and driving him crazy as he pushed his ass into me….

“Fuck more, give me more, I want it.”

I pulled out and had him turn over and I was back at him.  The expression on his face was filled with lust as he reached up grabbing my nipples.  I laid on his sweat soaked body and kissed him, the kiss was filled with urgency and desire.  I felt my balls boiling and I knew he was ready too….I took hold of his cock and hollered….”I’m cumming babe, fuuuuuuuuk, yes!”  “Me too, oh God, graaaaaagh, fuuuuuuuck….Our hearts were pounding and I knew he could feel mine as I felt his.  I rolled off him and said….

“Wow, that’s the first time I have really enjoyed topping Ricco.  You have taken me on a new adventure.”

“Seth, could I be gay, could I be bi, I don’t know but all I do know is I have never experienced sex with anyone like I have with you.  You fucker, you took my virginity?” 

We laughed and held each other and at that moment the world stopped and it was only him and I.

For the next few months we fucked everyday, sometimes twice a day.  I knew I had fallen deeply in love with him and I knew that he felt the same.  It wasn’t only the sex but we enjoyed everything that we did together.  His girlfriend left and everyday he showed me how much he wanted to be with me.

I had discussed with him the possibility of going somewhere for vacation as I had two weeks off from work.  He said that we could plan something and didn’t say anything more.   He walked into the house after work one day and handed me an envelope…”What’s this Ricco?”  “Open it”  As I opened the envelope there were two airline tickets to Italy.  “I jumped on him wrapping my legs around him yelling and carrying on.  “I guess you’re happy?”  “Fuck yes I’m happy.”  “Ricco, you will love my town of Salento and my family knows we are coming.”  

With excitement, the day arrived and we headed to the Airport.  We boarded Air France Jetliner for our 17 hour flight which would land at Brindisi Airport.  As we exited the plane Ricco’s sister and three brothers were there to greet us.  Ricco introduced me as his friend and traveling companion. Once we arrived at his Mum’s home, she greeted us enthusiastically.  She spoke little English but somehow we were able to communicate with the help from Ricco.  His sister and brothers spoke some English and we all had a wonderful time.

Ricco made plans for us to visit Rome and when we arrived I understood what I had been told about the beauty of Rome.  We visited the Colosseum, The Trevi Fountain also known as Three Coins in a Fountain and many other inspiring areas of Rome.  Ricco booked a room in an exquisite hotel and when I walked in I was taken back by its beauty.  So different from the US.  I’m not saying that the US isn’t beautiful but Rome is so old and so well preserved.  That night we went to a beautiful restaurant and after dinner we went for a walk and Ricco stopped…..

“I have something to say to you Seth and I have never said these words to you before.  I know I have told you over and over that our age difference is a deep concern of mine but I have also realized that my life without you would be nothing.  With that said, getting down on one knee, “will you marry me Seth and be my life partner and my husband because I love you more than I could even begin to tell you.?”  I couldn’t speak because this was the last thing I expected from Ricco.  My eyes filled with tears and said….”Yes, yes Ricco, finally you have broken the barrier between us and now we can become one.”

As soon as we arrived back in the states we were married, just the two of us and a witness.  It was all we needed…

“So Mr. Santoro, how does it feel?”

“Ha, well I like the sound of Ricco and Seth Santoro.”

For the next twenty or so years our life was perfect in every way.  We traveled and our sex was still wonderful, not quite as often but still amazing.  Ricco passed away one night in his sleep and all I have now is the memories and they give me peace.  Having faith, I realize that one day we will be reunited and our love will continue for all eternity….   

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Quote for thought….

Love comes softly and when it does the heart soares, regardless of age….Butch 

I Tasted Dad’s Cum and Needed More!

After finally feeling my heart go back to its normal rhythm I started to clean myself off and think about my new mission in life… how to suck dad’s cock and taste his thick creamy cum load again! As I started to think of the ways I could catch him in the act or coerce him to give me his cock a terrifying feeling came into my head…

I had drained his flashlight of all the hot thick creamy juicy cum he left in it. The next time he whips it out to use it he would be expecting to feel something inside. I grabbed my phone and began to search for some porn that would get me to cum super fast. I tried video after video but was not getting close to blowing another load. I must have cum a lot harder than I originally thought. My heart started to beat faster and faster. What could I do? How could I fix this? Where could I find cum to put back in the toy? I decided that the only other option was to post on Craigslist and find someone willing to donate to the cause.

The post was simple… fat chubby teen needs a hot load of cum put in my flashlight asap! My criteria was simple… non-smoker, clean and sane. Daddy’s preferred but just looking for asap! I posted it and then paced around like a scared little boy for what seemed like hours until I heard that sound that meant I was saved!

The message was short and sweet: “sounds hot. I’m not into recip. 48, 6’, 220lbs, 8” cut big bouncy balls. I’m a daddy and haven’t cum in days. You better host. Show me a pic of that body. You better be chub!” I responded and sent a pic. Have the address and asked for an eta. He responded and said that body better be naked when you open the door. Be there in 10. I frantically cleaned myself a bit and made sure that I was ready. My heart was beating out of my chest. I was pacing the floor like a child who’s waiting for the principal. I was ready to burst when I heard the car door slam, the steps pounding on the front porch, and the loud banging of a fist on the front door. I threw my underwear off and walked toward the handle.

When I opened the door I was greeted by a god! Tall, fit, rugged, smelled amazing, and when I looked up and down I saw an amazing bulge that I could hardly wait for! As I stood there naked, he reached out and grabbed my hairy titties and rubbed them. I motioned for him to come inside and as he did he closed and locked the door and turned around and grabbed my body locking his lips with mine. I was in heaven! His hands were moving all over my body. I was weak in the knees while he kissed me long and hard. My hands were getting restless so I started to unbutton his shirt. I ran my body along his chest and felt a furry bear. My hands were eager to continue this treasure hunt. As I lowered my hand to unbutton his shorts I felt the outline of a hard and juicy cock waiting to be freed. I lowered the shorts and his thick juicy cock sprung up with such a force it hit my balls and made me quiver! My hands couldn’t believe the weight of his cock. And his balls felt like the juiciest I’d ever seen. As I kept exploring he stopped kissing me and without hesitation I knelt down and began sucking his cock. He tasted like a dream! Warm and juicy. He smelled like heaven. My tongue was drooling over his cock and balls. He stood me up and told me he wanted a bed so I led him upstairs to my room. Once we were inside he threw me in the bed and hopped on top of me where our lips connected again and his cock and balls pressed against me as he grinned his body on mine. My small cock was leaking like never before. I could feel this wet liquid on my body and I felt our breathing sync up and then the moaning started…

I couldn’t believe how hot it was having such a daddy on top of me. I wanted more of his cock and balls and he wanted to give it to me. He rolled me on top of him and in one sudden move thrusted his cock against my ass cheeks. I almost came right then and there. I knew I wasn’t gonna last long. When I told him that he stopped and stood up. I thought I made him mad. Instead I saw him grab something off my dresser. It was dad’s fleshlight… he grabbed me and started thrusting against me again and again. I was trembling and could barely breathe. I was so close to cumming. I was moaning like never before. I was calling out to daddy and he grabbed my cock and that was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I began shooting my cum load into his hands and screaming in ecstasy. He wouldn’t stop his hands which meant I was leaking like never before. I was trying to catch my breath when all of a sudden I heard a squishing sound. It sounded so familiar. I looked at him and saw him lubing up his cock with my cum. Then he shoved it into the fleshlight and began fucking it like a young man in heat.

He moaned and moaned while I shifted my body. My tongue was out and licking his juicy balls while he continued to fuck the toy until his moans got louder and louder. And then as his sweat was pouring off his body he yelled FUCK! I could feel his body pulsing cum into the toy. His body shook and he trembled. He let go of the fleshlight and it slipped off his cock. When it did a big shot flew out and hit me in the face. I wasted no time shoving his cock in my mouth. He moaned and quivered more. He shot more cum in my mouth and I wanted every drop I could get. After sucking for a few more minutes I let his cock slide out of my mouth. He laid there still breathing heavily. He tasted amazing. His cum was almost as tasty as my dad’s. I stuck my fingers into the fleshlight and was delighted to feel hot thick goo inside.

As we began to get our thoughts back together I looked at the clock. It said 4:25. I bolted out of bed. Dad gets home by 4:45 every day! I went into panic mode. I yelled for him to get up and find his clothes. My dad would be home soon and I needed him out of there. He got up and we went down the stairs to find his clothes. As he got his clothes back on I hurried him toward the door. On the wall by the door was a picture of my dad and I at my graduation. His face turned a shade of red I have never seen before. “No fucking way” he exclaimed. “What???” I asked him. “That’s your dad??” The look on his face had me confused. But I also looked back at the clock. 4:40. “You gotta go NOW!”

I shoved him out the door and watched from the window. He got in his car and peeled out of the driveway. He went down the road and as turned back I saw a familiar sight. My dad’s car pulling into the driveway. I had JUST made it in time. I ran up the stairs and grabbed the fleshlight. I ran to dad’s room and  placed it back in the drawer. As I left the bedroom I heard the key in the lock and the door opened. In walked dad…

As we exchanged hellos I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. And as I kept thinking about it I noticed that my dick was starting to get hard again. Now I HAD to figure out my plan!

Xander Cook Kiriakis is at Basic Black to confront Brady to talk about business. He has no idea that Konstantin has set his eyes on Xander after what he had Xander do with Johnny.

While Xander and Brady are in an argument about something Konstantin listens and watches from where he’s hiding.

He sees that both have got a bottle of water. Xander has put him down.

Konstantin thinks back how he drugged Xander’s drink before and how that worked to make the big man go full bottom to Johnny.
He wants this to happen with him and Brady too and thinks how he can spike Xander’s drink to give Xander that rush again to wanting to be fucked but this time by Brady.

To Konstantin’s luck Brady walks off to a side office with Xander following Brady while they argue.

Quickly Konstantin sneaks inside and spikes Xander’s drink again. “You’re going to have some more fun today.” Konstantin says out loud before he hears Brady and Xander’s voice.

When Brady and Xander return Konstantin is nowhere to be seen anymore.

“I have no time to listen to your thoughts.” Brady says.

Xander grabs the bottle of water to drink some more. “Well me neither!” He says and before Xander leaves to the door he looks one more time to Brady and the drug Konstantin put in the bottle starts to work.

Brady notices Xander staring at him. “What are you looking at?” He asks.

Xander starts to see Brady as this big alpha male he wants to be taken by. “Oh Brady!” He starts.

“What?” Brady asks. “What do you want?”

That question finally makes Xander tell Brady his inner desire. “I want you to fuck me Brady, here and now!” He confesses.

“WHAT!” Brady says shocked.

“Have you hit your head or something?” Brady questions.

“No Brady, I want your big dick up my ass and you to fuck me hard!”

Brady cannot believe this is coming out of Xander’s mouth.

Xander walks over to Brady. “What do you say, big guy, are you up to show me what you can?” he says teasingly.

Before Brady is able to say something, Xander holds his hand on Brady’s crotch.

“Wow!” Brady says, shocked, stepping back.

“Come on Brady, give me the fuck I need.” Xander seductively asks.

While Brady still hesitates, Xander removes Brady’s blazer off of his shoulders to drop on the floor.

“Give in Brady, I know you want this.”

Brady looks at Xander, feeling himself getting arroused by the thought of fucking Xander over his desk.

Xander starts to strip himself down in front of Brady.

Brady looks in awe seeing Xander’s incredible body. This big alpha man wanting to be fucked by him. He just can’t believe it.

While Xander continues to strip till his underwear is only left on him, he stands in front of Brady. “Get naked with me and fuck me, fuck me hard and wild!”

The drugs are fully in effect on Xander again.

Brady, having no idea that Xander is under influence, starts to really think Xander wants this.

Xander walks in his underwear closer to Brady. “Come on man, I need that dick of yours inside me!”

Xander pushes Brady in the chair and in front of the big hunk Xander drops to his knees and rubs Brady’s crotch. “Let me see that big cock of yours.”

Brady is frozen, he looks down how Xander unzips his pants and searches for his dick to pull it out.

When Brady’s dick is out of the zipper Xander opens his mouth and starts to suck on it.

“Oh fuck!” Brady says.

“That’s right man, give in, I want that fuck of yours.” Xander says and continues to suck on Brady’s dick.

Brady gets brick hard, feeling Xander deepthroating his dick.

“Oh man, where did you learn this?” Brady asks. “This is fucking amazing!”

Xander reaches his hands up to Brady’s shirt, he spits Brady’s dick out and then rips the shirt open, seeing that incredible masculine body.

“Holy shit man!” Brady says out of shock when his shirt gets ripped open.

Xander looks with lust, seeing Brady’s abs and pecs. “Gawd you are much hotter than I thought you would be.” He admits.

Brady looks in Xander’s eyes, he notices the lust in the alpha man’s eyes.

“Get up!” Brady commands.

Xander obeys the command and watches Brady stand up too, getting completely naked.

“That underwear off and bent over the desk!” Brady suddenly instructs.

The lust and desire to fuck that alpha man has taken over by Brady, he’s ready to give Xander what he wants.

Xander gets himself naked and bends over the desk, presenting his ass to the big hunk.

Brady gives a hard slap at Xander’s ass. “Ready to become my bitch?”

Xander looks over his shoulder. “Yes sir!”

Brady smiles, and slaps his dick at Xander’s ass. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard!”

“Yes, fuck me, please fuck me hard!”

Brady is impressed how a willingly bottomer Xander is. He grabs some lube from the drawer of his desk.

“Ready to get fucked?” Brady asks while lubing up his big hard dick.

Xander looks over his shoulder, seeing Brady stroking that big baton of his. “Oh yes man, dick me down. “Go hard on me!”

Brady loves how much Xander wants this and brings his lubed up dick at Xander’s rosebutt. “Here it comes!” He says and starts to push inside the hairy muscle hunk.

Due to the drug, the pain feels more like a challenge for Xander to want more of it. “Get it inside me man, fucking gab me with that dick!”

Brady is impressed by the dirty talk from Xander, wanting to become a bottom like that. He goes along with it and grabs Xander by his hair and presses the rest of the inches inside Xander.

Having his entire dick empted up inside Xander’s ass Brady holds those hips and starts to fuck the big buff hairy hunk.

Xander moans loudly, taking that dick with pleasure. “Fuck yeah man, don’t stop, just go harder!”

Brady picks the pace up to pound Xander hard.

Xander wraps his fingers on the other side of the desk to hold on while Brady thrusts hard and deep, making the desk even move from its place.

Brady gives Xander the power fuck he has been begging for.

“Yes, yes, fuck me, FUCK ME!” Xander moans.

The 2 big muscle hunks are covered in sweat while Brady keeps thrusting inside that ass of Xander’s.

Brady grabs hold of Xander’s big shoulders and pile drives that ass.

Loud moans from Xander echoes through the office.

“Is this what you wanted, me making you my bitch?” Brady says.

Xander only moans and Brady pulls him at his hair. “Speak to me, is this what you wanted bitch?”

“Yes, FUCK YES!” Xander replies.

“Are you happy now taking my dick?”

“Yes, Brady, YES!” Xander almost cries out in such a bliss of lust he is in.

Brady looks at the couch and suddenly has an idea. He takes his dick out of Xander.

Xander not understanding why Brady stops gets pulled at his arm towards the couch.

Brady pushes Xander down to the floor. “There is where a bitch like you belongs, on the floor!”

Xander looks up and watches how Brady sits down on the couch and suddenly grabs his ankles.

Brady has Xander upside down and holds those legs spreaded to push his dick back inside that willing.

Xander looks at Brady pile driving down inside his hole.

“This is a better angle to make you feel my dick better and deeper bitch.” Brady explains.

Xander loves the feeling.

“Fuck yeah, this is so fucking hot!” Brady says.

Brady looks down at Xander, looking in Xander’s eyes. “Now your really being fucked like the bitch that you are!”

“Fuck yeah man, just take me and do whatever you want.” Xander replies and strokes his dick.

Brady grins. “I’m certainly doing what I want with you!”

Xander’s hairy pecs are all sweaty and move with the thrusts he’s getting.

“Time to get up and ride me bitch!” Brady instructs.

Xander gets up and Brady sits on the couch. “Giddy up cowboy!”

Xander gets himself on that big dick, getting it entirely inside him again and then starts to ride it.

“Ride me like a horse bitch.” Brady instructs.

A strange desire takes over on Brady while he looks at Xander riding him. Feeling his dick deep inside the hairy buff muscle hunk. He rubs his hands over Xander’s hairy body, feeling those big muscles up and running his fingers through that chest hair.

Xander has his hands on Brady’s pecs, squeezing them a little while he bounces himself on that dick. Feeling that dick hitting the right spots inside him.

Brady grabs hold of Xander’s nipples and pinches them. “Ride it harder!” And pulls at the nipples to control Xander.

Xander does what’s instructed, letting himself bounce hard.

“Fuck yeah, ride me!” Brady says and moans to it.

Brady runs his hands down over Xander’s abs. Impressed by the man’s physique.

Xander has fully given himself to the drugs that control his lust and that leads to him bending forward and pulling a surprise kiss on Brady.

“What-the…” Brady says, taken by surprise and his words being muffled away from the kiss they share.

When Xander breaks the kiss off Brady looks at Xander and then slaps him in the face. “I’m the one in control here!” He points out and pushes Xander off of him.

Xander is shocked he made Brady so upset that the sex is over.

Brady looks down at first and then to Xander. “Get yourself on that desk and present me that fuck hole of yours!”

Xander says no word and does what’s being commanded. Laying himself down on the desk.

Brady gets between Xander’s legs. Brady bends forward and gives Xander another slap in the face. “Like I said, I am the one in charge!” Brady points out and then spits in Xander’s face. “And you are the low life that’s getting fucked!”

Xander submissively accepts his role and waits with his legs spread wide for Brady to fuck him like the fuck bitch he is.

Brady thrusts his dick hard and deep back inside Xander. He holds the bottomers legs spreaded wide up in the air. “Take my fucking dick man!”

Xander lays steady on the desk, letting himself be taken.

“That’s it, fucking take it!” Brady growls while he moans and enjoys the fuck he’s giving.

Xander enjoys the pleasure he’s getting from the rough hard fuck Brady he’s giving him. He reaches to his dick and starts to stroke it while being fucked.

Brady then slaps Xander’s hand away. “No you don’t!” Brady says in an angry voice. “If you want to cum you better cum handsfree or you won’t be cumming at all!”

For a moment Xander is now taken by surprise. He did not expect that but due to the influence of the drug bringing out Xander’s inner desires this is something he likes.

Xander’s hard dick stands straight up, throbbing, wanting to be touched badly but Xander holds himself in by Brady’s wishes.

Brady reaches his hand out to Xander’s throat and lightly squeezes his hand a little.

Xander moans to what’s happening.

“Oh you like that huh!” Brady says with a grin and brings both hands to Xander’s neck to wrap them around it and then starts to squeeze.

Fear slightly runs through Xander’s mind.

“You said do whatever you want.” Brady points out. “Maybe I want to hurt you like this!” He says and then squeezes tighter.

Xander suddenly freaks out, but the fear fastly changes into pleasure and his mind is fully taken over by the drug to even enjoy it. His dick starts to throb even more, precum starts to leak out.

“Gawd man you really must like this shit!” Brady points out noticing the pleasure and kick Xander gets out of it.

Xander really enjoys it and with every viber in his body, feeling how tight Brady is holding his neck he squeezes the words out of him. “Tighter, I love it!”

Brady is shocked by the words but his dick twitches to the thought how far he can bring this.

“Tigh-ter!” Xander barely says.

Brady does what Xander wants and squeezes really tight.

Xander feels the air leaving his body and it suddenly goes dark for Xander’s eyes.

Brady notices Xander’s eyes are closed, he does notice Xander’s chest moving a little so the big guy must have passed out.

While Xander is passed out Brady looks at Xander’s body and feels the hunk up. He gives in to his desires to feel Xander up, admiring that impressive body of Xander’s.

Brady keeps fucking unconcious Xander, enjoying this control over this usually alpha male, now even unaware of what’s happening.

Brady grabs hold of Xander’s dick and strokes it for a little while. “Gawd that thing is huge. I’m happy to be the one to fuck you as taking this thing.” He says, knowing fully well Xander cannot hear him.

Even though he likes this control Brady wants Xander to know what’s happening and slaps several times softly this time to wake Xander up. “Wakey wake bitch, time for the encore to be bread!”

Slowly Xander’s eyes open and the big guy gets back to consciousness.

“There you are. Hope that rest was what you needed because now we are going to finish this!” Brady says.

Xander has no idea what has happened while he was gone and how long he was out. The only thing he knows is that he still badly wants to be fucked and cum.

“Fuck yeah man, keep fucking me!” Xander says.

“Glad you are back, I won’t want to make you miss out to be filled up!” Brady says and winks at Xander.

Xander’s dick twitches again how Brady said that.

Drenged in sweat the 2 muscle hunks keep up the fucking.

Xander feels he’s really close at cumming.

Brady realizes that and suddenly starts to fuck Xander more slowly.

“What the fuck man. don’t stop!”

“Beg for it!” Brady says.

“Please Brady, make me cum.”

“That doesn’t sound like begging.” Brady teases.

“FUCK ME HARDER!” Xander screams. “MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!”

Brady smiles. “That’s it!” Brady says and starts to pick a faster pace.

“Make me your cum whore.” Xander then says.

Brady cannot believe he just heard that. “Now that’s what I wanted to hear.”

“Fill me with your cum, I want to feel it inside me fucking breed me like an animal.”

Xander’s words sound so dirty and hot to Brady at the same time.

“Oh gawd Brady, I want your cum!”

Without the man knowing Konstantin has been eavesdropping the whole time from the hallway and hears how well of a bitch Xander is when he is taken over by the drugs he gave him.

Xander finally has his dick erupts. 7 spurts of thick white cum shooting out of his dick on his stomach and hairy chest. Even some landed on Xander’s chin.

Brady scoops some from Xander’s chin and feeds it to Xander, making him suck his fingers.

It turns Brady so much on that he finally cums himself inside Xander.

“FUUUUCCKKK!” Brady screams while he keeps cumming inside Xander. Having one of the greatest orgasms in his life.

While the 2 muscle hunks catch their breath Brady lays on Xander’s stomach. “What has come over us.” Brady questions.

“Who cares. You just fucked me good!” Xander replies while still being under influence of the drug.

Brady gets his dick out of Xander and Xander suddenly drops in front of him. “Let me clean you up.”

Brady stands there in disbelief. Even now Xander keeps on being a slut by sucking his dick clean.

“I love this new version of yours man.” Brady admits.

When sucked Brady’s dick clean the 2 men get dressed.

Konstantin in the hallway smiles. His plan to make Xander a slut finally worked. Now Xander has already been taken by Johnny and Brady.

When Xander leaves the office of Brady he starts to feel confused but rushes off.

Konstantin comes out of hiding, watching Xander walk away. Knowing how well that big hunk has been fucked just now.

Disclaimer: This story is a gay authoritarian fantasy and is entirely a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years old, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. If you find this type of content offensive, if it is illegal in your area, or if you are under the age of 18, please do not continue.

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Chapter Four

A week had passed since Adam had left Arley more humiliated and broken than ever. In that time, Arley experienced a strange transformation. The endless cycle of degradation and control began to seep into his consciousness, filling him with a fervent passion. Each moment spent reflecting on the acts he endured filled him with an eager longing.

As the images replayed in his mind, warmth spread through his body. The initial shock and humiliation had dulled, replaced by a profound sense of excitement. He found himself craving Adam’s control, the scent of his sweat, his abrasive pubic hair, and his cruelty.

Arley’s thoughts wandered to the last encounter with Adam. He felt a comforting sense of elation remembering how he had submitted, how he had been forced to obey. The initial resistance and rage had given way to an enthusiastic acceptance.

Arley struggled to reconcile these new feelings with the man he had always believed himself to be. He used to be one of the most red-blooded straight men you could ever meet, taking pride in his staunch heterosexuality. Yet now, here he was, overwhelmed with arousal at the mere thought of submitting to another man. How could he, of all people, be feeling this way? The confusion only heightened his arousal, a perverse thrill that made his mind race faster.

Even Arley’s body began to respond to these thoughts. One Saturday morning, he woke up feeling an undeniable arousal building within him. His cock hardened against the fabric of his pants, and a flush of heat spread across his skin. He shifted on the bed, trying to adjust his position to relieve some of the pressure. His breath quickened, and his pulse pounded in his ears.

Suddenly, Arley’s phone vibrated next to the pillow. He grabbed the phone with trembling hands and saw Adam’s name flashing on the screen. His breath caught, and his body tensed in anticipation.

Without hesitation, Arley jumped out of bed. His body moved with newfound urgency as he grabbed his clothes, his hands shaking. He dressed hurriedly, barely managing to pull on his shoes.

As he reached the front door, his landlord intercepted him, demanding the overdue remainder of his rent payment. Arley tried to explain he had somewhere urgent to be, but the landlord’s patience had worn thin. He had no choice but to go to the nearest ATM and scrape together some cash, all the while feeling the seconds slip by, adding to his growing anxiety.

When he finally reached his master’s building, Arley’s pulse quickened further. He knocked softly on the door, his breath ragged. The door swung open almost immediately, with Adam naked as usual.

“You’re late.”

Arley bowed his head, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

Arley’s voice was trembling with eagerness.

Adam’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, a delighted smirk curling his lips. He had never expected Arley to voluntarily call him ‘Sir,’ but hearing it now, the word sent a thrill of satisfaction through him. He had really broken him.

When the door closed, without being told, Arley dropped to his knees, the wooden floor cool against his skin. He leaned forward, bowing down further until his lips touched the tips of Adam’s feet. The action was instinctive, driven by a desperate need to appease.

“I’m so sorry, Sir.”

Arley mumbled against Adam’s feet, his voice filled with genuine contrition.

“Please forgive me, Sir.”

Adam’s smirk widened, his gaze never leaving the pathetic figure at his feet.

“I’ll never be late again, Sir.”

The sight of Arley, carefully trying to cover each one of his toes with kisses, sent a surge of power through him.

Adam stepped aside, allowing Arley to enter. The familiar scent of his master’s cologne filled his senses, heightening his arousal. Without a word, Adam walked to his wardrobe and retrieved a confusingly short metal chain, its clinking sound making Arley’s heart pound faster. Adam turned back to him, holding the chain with a wicked grin.

“Take off your pants.”

Arley quickly complied, his hands shaking as he removed his pants and underwear. He stood naked from the waist down in front of his master, his laughable 4-incher hard as steel.

Adam attached one end of the chain to Arley’s balls, the cold metal causing him to flinch. As he reached down to his own ankle and connected the other end to it, Arley was forced to kneel to avoid the pain of his testicles being pulled.

Arley carefully moved, experimenting with different stances, but each one only served to pull painfully at the chain. Finally, he realized that the only way to avoid the relentless tug was to remain on all fours.

Adam’s smirks turned into chuckles as he watched his slave struggle to find a comfortable position, as if it existed.

As Arley embraced the position, he felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over him. His face was now mere inches away from Adam’s bare ass, the musky scent of sweat invading his nostrils.

Adam took a step forward, causing the chain to pull taut. Arley yelped in pain as the metal tugged at his sensitive flesh. He instinctively rushed forward to relieve the pressure, only to find his nose unintentionally crammed against his master’s asshole, the sweat and trimmed hair only acting as a lubricant.

At this point, Adam was roaring with laughter.

“Good boy!”

Each movement, slow and deliberate, forced Arley to scramble forward. With the chain ensuring that every misstep resulted in sharp pain, he found it easier to keep his face between Adam’s butt muscles at all times.

For the next 15 minutes or so, the scene would be laughable to anyone observing the action from the outside. Arley looked as if his face was glued to Adam’s ass as the latter walked around his apartment and did some chores as usual, fixing himself breakfast, loading the washing machine, and trimming his beard.

The slave alternated between breathing through his mouth and nose, only tickling his master’s asshole and taint in the process.

At some point, upon reaching the toilet, Adam smirked and spread his legs slightly, causing the chain to tighten painfully on Arley’s sensitive flesh.

He relaxed his bladder, letting out a stream of urine into the toilet bowl, reviving memories of their last session in his slave’s imagination.

As if it couldn’t get more humiliating, Adam let out a loud fart, the pungent odor hitting Arley directly in the nostrils.

His slave’s eyes watered from the combined stench and the proximity, with the sound of his master’s laughter in the background.

Finally, Adam decided to take a break in front of the TV. He reached the couch and sprawled out, his legs wide apart, ensuring that Arley was positioned directly between them.

“Put it in your mouth.”

Arley complied immediately, his lips parting as he lowered his head to Adam’s groin. His mouth wrapped around the flaccid cock, the taste bitter and salty on his tongue, and the wiry pubic hair scratching at his nose and cheeks.

“Don’t move. Just keep your mouth warm around it.”

Arley nodded slightly, careful not to disturb Adam’s cock with any unnecessary movement. The warmth of his mouth surrounded the now-soft member, the sensation strangely comforting to the slave despite the humiliation. He could feel the blood pulsing through the veins of Adam’s cock, each pulse causing the shaft to grow slightly, thickening within the confines of his mouth.

The master leaned back, closing his eyes with a sigh of satisfaction. His hand rested on Arley’s head, fingers tangling in his hair, not to guide or force but simply to remind him of his place. His slave’s breath came in slow, controlled exhales through his nose, the scent of Adam’s pubic hair filling his nostrils with every breath.

Minutes passed in this euphoric silence, the only sounds were Adam’s soft breathing and the faint creaking of the couch as he shifted slightly. With each movement, the master’s cock swelled a little more, the warmth and wetness of Arley’s mouth coaxing it to life.

The slave felt the head of Adam’s cock press against the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex slightly. He fought the urge to retch, focusing instead on the task at hand.

Adam’s cock grew fully hard, the shaft now stretching his slave’s lips near their limit. Arley’s jaw ached from holding the position, but he loved every second of it.

Adam’s hand stroked Arley’s hair absently, the gesture almost affectionate. He let out a low groan of delight, his hips shifting slightly to push his cock deeper into his slave’s mouth. Arley’s eyes watered, but he kept his lips sealed around the throbbing member.

“Now, suck.”

Arley began to move his mouth up and down Adam’s shaft, his lips creating a tight seal. He worked his tongue around the head, tasting the pre-cum that had already started to ooze out.

Adam’s hips were bucking slightly in response to Arley’s movements. He began to thrust gently into his mouth, taking control of the rhythm, with each thrust pushing his cock deeper into his throat.

“That’s it, take it all.”

Arley’s cheeks hollowed as he eagerly sucked harder, his tongue swirling around the shaft with each upward motion. Adam’s grip on his hair tightened, guiding his head in a rhythm that matched his thrusts. The sound of wet, slurping echoed in the room, mixing with the master’s groans.

Adam’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful. Arley embraced the sensation, his jaw welcoming the strain from the constant motion. He could feel his master’s cock throbbing against his tongue, the veins pulsing, and it only fueled his desire.

Suddenly, Adam held Arley’s head in place as he began to cum. The warm, salty liquid spurted into his slave’s mouth, filling it quickly. Arley savored the taste, a potent mix of bitterness and salt that excited him rather than repelled him.

As Adam’s cock softened, he released his grip on his slave’s hair, letting out a sigh of relief as he leaned back into the couch. Arley stayed kneeling between his legs, his mouth still warm and wet from the act, eagerly waiting for his next command.

“Get up.”

Adam stood up to his full height and reached for the metal chain still attached to his slave’s balls. He unfastened it with a deft twist, eliciting a gasp of relief from Arley, and removed the other end from his own ankle.

The respite proved short-lived when Adam then moved to Arley’s feet, securing the chain tightly around his ankles, therefore leaving just enough slack to ensure he couldn’t spread his legs more than a few inches apart.

“Now, let’s make this interesting.”

Adam reached into a drawer and pulled out a black silk blindfold. He stepped behind Arley, wrapping the soft fabric around his eyes, tying it securely. The world went dark for the slave, his senses heightened as he relied on his memory of the apartment’s layout.

“The living room is messy, and you’re going to clean it just like that. You lived here for quite some time, so that shouldn’t be an excuse to do a shitty job.”

Arley nodded eagerly, swallowing hard, and began to rise to his feet. The chain around his ankles forced him to keep his legs close together, making each step an awkward shuffle.

He cautiously moved towards the closet in the hallway, feeling his way along the wall until he reached the door. Opening it, he groped inside for the essential cleaning materials: a dust cloth, cleaning spray, and a small brush. With these items in hand, he turned back, mentally mapping the path to the living room.

Arley reached for the cleaning spray and cloth. He sprayed the surface of the coffee table and wiped it in small, precise circles, ensuring every inch was spotless. His fingers traced over the wood, seeking out any missed spots.

Next, Arley moved to the bookshelf. He ran his fingers along the spines of the books, feeling for dust. He carefully pulled each book out slightly, dusting the shelf behind it before replacing it.

Arley then made his way to the dining table. He felt his way around the edges, collecting crumbs and stray papers. He wiped down the surface with the cloth, his movements meticulous and filled with pride in his work.

Finally, Arley began to sweep the floor in small, careful strokes, making sure to reach every corner. As he worked, he could feel the chain clinking around his feet with each step, forcing him into an awkward posture, but he relished the challenge, feeling a growing sense of accomplishment.

Just as Arley finished sweeping, Adam extended his leg, tripping him. He fell forward, the broom clattering to the floor as he caught himself with his hands. The impact sent a jolt of pain through his wrists and knees, but his master’s laughter was now a melody to his ears, a sound of approval.

“Careful, you clumsy fool. Get back up and keep cleaning.”

Arley’s cheeks flushed with a mix of exhilaration and humility as he scrambled to his feet, his limbs shaking. He continued his task, trying to anticipate Adam’s playful interruptions. He began to vacuum the carpet, relying on the vibration and sound to guide him.

Again, Adam’s leg shot out, catching Arley’s shin and sending him sprawling to the floor. And again, he landed hard on his front, the wind knocked out of him, but his heart raced.

Satisfied, Adam walked over, his footsteps loud in the quiet room. He inspected the space, running a finger along the surfaces, checking for any missed spots.

“Not bad.”

Arley’s voice trembled with exhaustion, submission, and a deep sense of fulfillment.

“Thank you. Thank you, Sir.”

“Get ready for your reward. I have a girl coming over soon, that’s why I made you clean, and you’re going to lick my asshole while we fuck.”

Arley’s eyes widened with eager anticipation. He nodded fervently, his mouth opening to express his willingness.

“I—yes, Sir. I’ll do it, Sir.”

Adam’s smirk returned, satisfied with Arley’s enthusiasm.

“I thought you might like it.”

Adam reached down and removed the chain from around Arley’s ankles and the blindfold from his eyes. His slave blinked in the sudden light, his vision adjusting as he took in the room once more.

Arley spent the next 30 minutes in a daze, his mind racing with desire. The thought of what he was about to do filled him with an electric thrill. He couldn’t imagine anything more exhilarating, more intimate.

The doorbell rang, snapping Arley out of his thoughts. The eager stud strode to the door, opening it to reveal a beautiful woman with long, black hair and a confident smile. She stepped inside, her eyes lighting up as she saw Adam.

“Hey, babe.”
Adam’s hands roamed over her body, pulling her close. He broke the kiss and turned to Arley, who was still kneeling on the floor, watching the scene with reverence.

“Olivia, this is Arley, and he’s helping me today.”

Olivia glanced at Arley, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

“Oooh! Is that the slave you told me about?”

Adam’s grin widened.

“Yeah, we were having some fun, and when I told him you were coming over, he begged to eat my ass while I’m inside you.”

Olivia’s reaction was a mix of fascination and excitement. The novelty of the situation clearly intrigued her, and she seemed eager to see how the afternoon would unfold.

He led Olivia to the bedroom, motioning for his slave to follow. Arley’s legs felt like lead as he forced himself to stand and shuffle after them, the memory of the chain around his ankles still fresh. In the bedroom, Olivia undressed slowly, teasingly, her eyes never leaving Adam’s torso.

Arley felt a pang of excitement mixed with envy, but this time, of Olivia. He watched as Adam and Olivia climbed onto the bed, assuming the missionary position, their bodies entwining in a passionate embrace.

Adam positioned himself behind Olivia, his hands gripping her hips as he guided his cock into her. Olivia let out a moan of ecstasy, her head falling back.

“Your turn, Arley.”

Arley’s stomach fluttered as he shuffled closer to the bed. He knelt behind Adam, his hands trembling with eagerness. If being forced to sniff his master’s asshole was thrilling, the thought of putting his tongue there made his body tingle with desire.

Arley didn’t hesitate for a moment. Taking a deep breath, the slave leaned forward, his tongue eagerly flicking out to touch Adam’s asshole. The taste was intense and musky, an earthy mix of sweat and something else indescribable.

Olivia, looking over her shoulder, let out a surprised giggle.

“Oh my God, is he actually doing it?”

Adam’s moans filled the room, his body shuddering as Arley’s tongue moved against him. He thrust harder into Olivia, the sensation of his slave’s tongue heightening his arousal. Olivia’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him.

“Good boy! Keep going!”

Every nerve in Arley’s body tingled as he pushed through, his tongue exploring every inch of Adam’s asscrack. The taste, the smell, the sheer intimacy and degradation of the act filled him with a deep sense of connection and fulfillment.

Adam’s pleasure was overwhelming. He thrust harder and faster into Olivia, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. The sensation of Arley’s tongue combined with Olivia’s tight, warm, wet hole was driving him wild. He could feel his heavenly orgasm building, the ecstasy almost too intense to bear.

Olivia’s cries of pleasure filled the room, her body arching against Adam’s. She reached back, her fingers digging into his thighs, urging him on. The hunk’s manly moans mingled with hers, the room filled with the sounds of their passion.

Finally, Adam couldn’t hold back any longer. With a roar, he came, his cock pulsing inside the condom. The force of his orgasm sent shudders through his body, his grip on Olivia tightening.

Arley felt the change, the way Adam’s body tensed and shuddered. He kept licking, his tongue numb, but his mind alive. The taste and smell were overwhelming, but he relished every moment until his master finally pulled away.

Adam collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving. Olivia lay beside him, her body glistening with sweat, a satisfied smile on her lips. Arley knelt there, his tongue sore, his body trembling with fulfillment.

“Good job, boy. You did well.”

Olivia looked at Arley, a mix of pity and amusement on her face.

“You really have him trained, don’t you?”

Adam then removed the condom, holding it up with a wicked grin.

“That’s nothing. Check this out… Hey, boy, ready for your meal?”

Arley’s eyes widened as Adam dangled the used condom in front of him. The thought of what he was about to do sent a thrill of anticipation through his body.

Olivia’s laughter echoed in the room as she watched the scene unfold.

“Oh my God! This is going to be wild!”

With trembling hands, Arley reached for the condom. He opened his mouth, feeling the cold, sticky rubber slide over his tongue. The taste was a potent mix of latex and Adam’s cum, but instead of recoiling, the slave found himself enjoying the experience.

“Chew and swallow it all.”

Arley bit down, the texture of the condom making him shiver. He chewed slowly, tears of joy streaming down his face. Finally, he forced himself to swallow, the bitter taste lingering in his mouth, a reminder of his devotion.

Adam and Olivia’s laughter filled the room, a sound that only heightened Arley’s sense of fulfillment.

“Attaboy!”

Arley nodded, his eyes shining with pride. The dehumanizing words felt like a badge of honor, a reminder of his place in this exhilarating relationship.

“Now get the fuck out of my place. We need to get ready for round two.”

Arley rose to his feet and hurriedly gathered his clothes before leaving the room. The echo of Adam and Olivia’s laughter rang in his ears, a sound that would haunt his dreams with longing.

Thank you for reading Chapter Four. I greatly value your detailed feedback and am excited to hear about your favorite parts and discuss the story with you.

Prologue

You know the guy. The one that every school had. That one guy that just scared you to death for what he represented. A free soul, one uninhibited by convention. The one who had sex first, and kept having it with girl after girl, while you kept your distance. While you eavesdropped on the guys talking of his antics, giving explicit detail as it had been told to them, probably embellishing a bit with each retelling. You know why; he scared you. Made you confront your own sexuality. Made you aware of how messed up things could get for teenage boys becoming men. You wanted sex with him. You would have submitted to him, if only…

If only he wasn’t so straight and would no doubt brag about you being a cocksucker.

But you thought about it. Late at night, lights out, and cock hard and leaking while thinking about the last time you crossed paths with him. In the locker room during P.E., everyone naked but he is the only one you keep your back turned to. And not because your cock was small or that his was big. It was how he used his cock, fucking and get sucked and parading around at parties with it out and fully erect. You knew if you had been around, just seeing him with an erection would have made your own cock get erect. Just the sight of it, and others would know how it made you aroused.

Let me tell you about the guy I went through high school with that was a sexual deviant. Six foot tall with a muscular build, like a linebacker, although he played basketball and baseball. He had blonde hair, honey blonde that was thick and wavy and allowed to grow to his shoulders. He had blue eyes, olive skin tone, and a cock that was about six, maybe seven inches. But that cock was thicker than most and a nice, curved shape with a flared wide head when erect. And everyone knew what he looked like with an erection.

You see, Junior really had no shame, no discretion, for he was that guy. The one that would push the boundaries.

I had steered clear of the bastard all through school, and for some reason assumed when we graduated, I would be free of him. I don’t know what I was thinking. Did I think he would disappear? I knew he wasn’t leaving the community for he was like me, a farmer’s son who was staying to carry on the operation.

But I never expected our paths to cross the way they did.

 

First Encounter

It’d been only three days since graduation. Three fucking days before Junior and I…well, let’s not skip ahead, shall we.

Since the crops were laid by, I had free time on my hands. So, I worked on the old CJ7 in the barn trying to get it running again, went into town for a burger or just to hung out with a couple of friends, or I rode my bicycle. A mountain bike that I could ride on Harris Road, a cut through below our place that was just a rutted dirt road that no one lived on. I could take it to a fire lane that would take me down to Clear Water Creek, a ride that was a real workout. I rode some mornings, but most often after lunch despite the heat. I loved the way it felt to work up a sweat and have my muscles feeling loose and free, legs pedaling steadily taking me deep into the woods or around the community. I rode shirtless with cargo shorts or basketball shorts, or my favorite, khakis cut off just above the knee, so loose fitting I had to wear a belt to keep them up.

I knew I was a sight. Mom complained every time I coasted up to the back porch a sweaty mess and shorts riding so low my boxers were visible. You look like one of those Reynold’s boys, she would say, and I knew what she meant. But I wasn’t like the Reynold’s boys. I wasn’t rowdy and trashy. I was gay and horny and loved the feel of being half naked. That is totally different…right? Despite being lean to the point of being skinny, I wasn’t ashamed of my body. At five foot ten, I was tall enough and my reddish-brown hair stood out among the browns, blacks, and blondes. And I had almost eight inches when erect. Eight long thin inches with an arrow shaped head.

Mom should be glad I wasn’t like some of the other boys, like Junior, fucking everything in sight and parading around parties with my dick out. He was even known to sit in the back of a classroom and jack off during class.

On this particular day, I rode my bike. It was almost one when I rode out onto the highway and pedaled hard, going south to Harris Road. I quickly warmed up, felt that loosening of muscle and sweat running in rivulets down my face, chest, and back. I kept up a hard pace for nearly a mile of that washed out dirt road. I coasted down the grade, across the bridge over Clear Water Creek, then pedaled hard up the other side, slipping and bouncing on the rough surface. When at last on level ground again, I finally slowed to my normal pace, quickly arriving at the fire lane over two miles past the bridge. I jumped the ditch, then used the pile of dirt meant to block access to the lane as a ramp and hit the ground pedaling. I rode all the way down to the old logging camp, then over to the creek where a couple of gullies provided a bit of fun.

With my water half gone and my legs feeling the exertion, I eventually started on my way back. I circled the mound of dirt, angled through the ditch and up onto the road’s surface, then began to pedal at a steady pace.

Despite the hot sun and temperatures in the low nineties, the wind felt good against my bare chest and my cock was hanging half hard and loose, the boxers and khakis doing nothing to confine it. I had not gone far, maybe a hundred yards, when I heard the hiss of air escaping a tire.

“Goddamn it,” I uttered as I stopped in the road looking to see which one was going down. It was the front tire; a nail had gone through the tread and exited the sidewall. And it had ripped the sidewall in a way I knew I’d be buying a new tire. “Fuck,” I uttered, for it meant I was pushing the bike home instead of riding it. I could have called dad to come get me, except I left my cellphone on my dresser. “Fuck.”

So, I pushed the bike along Harris Road, suddenly fully aware of the sun’s heat. I knew no one would be coming along on the road for it only got used by a few people to cut from Buter Road over to Highway 87-A, the road we lived on, and only if they were going back south to a church on Sunday, or some field one of the farmers tended below our place. It wasn’t Sunday and most had their fields laid by. I was on my own. I was on the slope down to the creek when I heard a vehicle approaching from behind. I was shocked someone would be on this dusty road but overjoyed at the prospect of getting a ride. I eased to the side of the road, looking back up the road waiting for the vehicle to come around the curve into view. Maybe it was dad cutting through on his way home. I knew he liked to check the fields and maybe he had gone to the Meadow’s place where we tended a hundred acres.

Then a Jeep Wrangler came into view. A yellow Jeep Wrangler with a blonde headed Junior behind the wheel.

“Fuck.”

When Junior saw me, he slowed, and once alongside me, he stopped.

The first thing I noticed was the blonde hair had been cut short, no longer down to his shoulders. The next thing I noticed was the bastard was butt ass naked. Not a stitch on. Not even shoes. He was riding down the road in an open Jeep, not even the doors on it, naked. And hard, cock angled up between his thighs.

“You need a lift?”

“Junior, where the fuck is your clothes?”

“In back. It’s too damn hot to wear anything.”

“Someone will see you—”

“Not on this road. No one uses this road…well, except you,” said Junior, looking at me with a grin.

“I’ll just push my bike home,” I replied to him, and started pushing it down the side of the dirt road.

“Come on, Rusty, get your ass in the Jeep. What’s the matter? It’s not like you haven’t seen my dick before.”

“But some shorts on and I’ll get in.”

I knew the bastard was up to something. Maybe he was trying to out me so he could tell everyone in the community he wasn’t the only deviant. But there was no way he knew I was gay, or at least I didn’t think so.

“Okay, Rusty. See, I’m getting my shorts and putting them on.”

“Underwear?”

“I didn’t wear any,” Junior replied, smiling so mischievously I knew I should have kept pushing my bike.

I walked back seeing Junior slip on the rattiest pair of gym shorts I had ever seen. The legs were frayed, the waistband stretched out of shape and there was a hole in the short length of the left leg and one right in the fucking crotch. I could see dick and nut sac flesh when he settled back into his seat.

“Come on, get in and I’ll take you home.”

Fuck.

I set my bike in the rear (thankfully the pervert had the rear seat removed), then climbed into the passenger seat. Buckled in I couldn’t help but notice my cock was stretched down the right leg. I was half hard and feeling a bit horny by the pervert’s nudity. I glanced over and saw him adjust his cock so that it pointed straight up. I knew the head would soon slip into view and the thought made my own cock flex and stretch out.

As Junior put the Jeep in gear and started moving, he smacked my thigh and laughed.

“Can you believe we finally finished high school?”

“Yes. I couldn’t wait to graduate.”

“Really? I don’t know. It wasn’t so bad, not really.”

“Speak for yourself,” I replied, looking to my right and away from that exposed dick and nut sac flesh. But I kept thinking about it and had to tug on my cock, even if Junior saw me do it.

“You horny?”

“What? NO! I just get…kind of loose with the heat and riding is all.”

“Uh-huh. Right.”

“I guess there won’t be parties to go to now, that we’re out of school,” I said, changing the subject to something I thought ole Junior would love to talk about.

“Probably not. And we’re not old enough to drink, but you know, there are some clubs that let underage people in. I’m thinking of going to Atlanta to see what one of those clubs is like.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a nasty good time.”

Junior slowed when we hit level ground on the other side of the bridge. I figured it was to reduce the dust he was kicking up.

“I heard you were no saint in school either,” said Junior in an accusatory tone.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t mess around with anyone in our class.”

“No, you didn’t. But I heard you did fuck around with someone from Hillsborough High.”

I felt like jumping out of the Jeep. There was no way he knew about that, but here he was asking about it. I knew I had to play it safe, not reveal too much, hoping he didn’t know yours truly wasn’t the virgin so many in our class had assumed. But I never told anyone. Not one person, not even Toby, my best friend since kindergarten. How do you tell someone you were fucking around with the second baseman from Hillsborough. The tall, black haired, round ass hottie I thought was unobtainable until at a cousin’s birthday party; a cousin who went to Hillsborough. I found myself sitting next to Justin in the basement rec room, then upstairs in a bedroom less than fifteen minutes later.

It was a wild five weeks, then it was over, and I went back to being the shy, quiet Rusty who everyone assumed was a virgin. Or so I thought.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Junior laughed and smacked my thigh again and before he removed the hand, I swore I felt him give it a little squeeze.

“I get it. If I were you, I wouldn’t tell anyone either. Most of our classmates are fucking prudes, not an ounce of fun or bawdiness among the whole lot. And to admit you were fucking that second baseman would have made them hyperventilate.”

“How do you know about Justin?”

“The second baseman has a name. So, it wasn’t a ‘wham-bam-thank-you-very-much’ kind of fling.”

“How do you know? How long?”

“I heard about it the week after that birthday party for…for…Cynthia Graves.”

“Cindy Graves; she’s a cousin.”

“So, that is why you were there. Lucky you, huh. What did you guys do?”

“We…had sex.”

“I’m sure of that, but what? Did you let him fuck your ass, or did you fuck him.”

“I fucked him,” I uttered, suddenly defiant. I turned to Junior with his vivid blue eyes staring back, and his sweaty chest and stomach, and cock sticking out above the waistband a good couple of inches, and a goofy ass fucking grin. “And I let him fuck me.”

“Hell, yeah, that is what I’m talking about. Life is short, Rusty, and you might as well enjoy it.”

“You’re not going to tell?”

“Hell no. Are you kidding. I’d never deprive someone of pleasure. I’m kind of jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Yeah. I tried to get that Jacobson girl from Clayton to let me fuck her in the ass. Boy, did she get mad.”

“Maybe she should have strapped one on and fucked your ass.”

“Hey, I’d let her if she had let me do her.”

“You’re fucking kidding.”

“Says the guy who let a second baseman fuck his ass.”

I suddenly realized Junior had stopped. We were sitting in the middle of Harris Road talking about fucking ass while his cock pushed up forcing the waistband to slide down, and my own cock stretched further down the right leg.

“Damn, I’m horny,” said Junior.

“I can see.”

“And I can see you’re the same.”

I just sat there dumbfounded by how fucked up our conversation had become. And how I would fuck that perverted bastard in the middle of Harris Road if he didn’t shut up about fucking ass. He had fifteen pounds on me, maybe more, but if I jumped him first, maybe…

“Are you in a hurry to get home,” Junior asked.

“Huh?”

“You want to check out the fire lane.”

I looked to where he was pointing, knowing I’d see the short fire lane off the road, that ran down for about a quarter of mile before cutting over to the highway.

“Sure, let’s go.”

Was he really suggesting we ride down into the woods. He was so fucking horny I saw the head of his cock drool its slick, and my own ached for release and I tugged on it again.

Junior eased over the mound of dirt meant to block access, a joke in the Jeep. Then he eased down the grown-up fire lane, weeds, small trees, and tall grass raking the bottom of the Jeep. It was too grown up for me to ride my bike on, so it had been years since I’ve ridden it. After a short distance we came into a small clearing under the canopy of a large oak tree, and Junior stopped and shut off the engine.

“Let’s stop pretending this is not what it is.”

“What is it?”

“Two guys looking to have some fun.”

“Are you going to let me fuck that ass?”

Yeah, I made it sound as sexists and nasty as I had heard Junior say it referencing some girl in school.

“If you let me fuck you.”

Jesus, he sounded serious. Would he really let me fuck him just to get to experience it for himself.

“Are you gay, now?”

Junior laughed, shaking his head. “Always trying to put a label on things. Let’s say I’m bi, and very curious what it feels like to sink a dick into a tight ass. Is your ass tight?”

“Is yours?”

Junior laughed, slapped his hand down on my thigh again, only this time he didn’t remove it. I stared into his blue eyes as I felt that hand move on my thigh, first just the fingers squeezing my thigh, then the hand moved. I spread my legs, and the hand was soon on my cock, squeezing it. I was beginning to breathe hard.

“Are you going to show me what it is like?” Junior asked.

“Are you sure?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh seeing him smile. I slid my hand over to his exposed cock taking it in my hand. I stroked it until his mouth fell open, then I pulled my hand away wondering how far he was really go.

His hand left my cock, and we were sitting back looking at each other. He raised his ass, and the shorts were soon back off and tossed in the back.

“Well?”

Junior was waiting for me to take mine off. I scooted my ass to the edge of the seat, leaned back and undid the button, tugged the zipper down, and worked them down with my boxers. My cock flopped out, hard and drooling.

“Fuck, not bad Rusty.”

He was only the second guy to see me erect, and I smiled at the compliment as I worked my feet free. I picked the garments up and tossed them in back with Junior’s shorts. Sitting back, cock angled up erect, I watched it flex up and down while a bead of clear precum pooled in the slit. Without looking at Junior, I had to ask.

“Will you put it in your mouth?”

Junior giggled liked a girl, or that is how I imagined it.

“Who’s the pervert now?”

“You are when you suck my dick,” I replied, trying to sound as cocky as Junior.

Junior put a hand on my chest just below the neck and pushed me into the seat as he leaned over. I was holding my breath thinking no way, but gasped when his tongue touched my cock, licked over the head capturing that precum. Then lips wrapped around the head and slid down my cock until over half was in his mouth.

Junior wasn’t worth a damn at cock sucking. He grazed my cock with his teeth, and his rhythm was for shit, but I was soon pumping wad after wad into his mouth. He choked with the first eruption, then did a poor ass job at swallowing the rest for it dribbled down my cock. I pushed his head down, making him take all of me, every fucking inch, and suck up that precious cum.

He sat up and looked in a daze. Did he enjoy sucking my cock, or was he shocked he did it. I didn’t wait to find out, instead leaning over until my head was in his lap, licking his cock, moving my lips along its length, then took the whole thing into my mouth showing him how a cocksucker could do it. I moved my head up and down every inch of that cock. He gasped for breath, put his hands on my head but never tried to control my movements. Soon he was trying to push upward, and I knew he was close. It didn’t take long to bring the horny bastard to the brink.

“Fuck, Rusty, suck me. Suck me,” Junior pleaded as I moved on his cock.

It swelled thicker, banged the roof of my mouth, then gushed wad after wad into my mouth. I captured every drop, swallowing to take it all.

When I sat up, wiping my mouth with my hand, he looked more dazed than before. I still hard, as was he, but that wasn’t important right now. I intended to make him fulfill his promise.

“Junior, get out.”

“Huh?”

I was climbing out of the Jeep when I looked back. “Get out and meet me in front of this thing.”

When I got to the front he was coming around from the other side. I reached for him, not his hand, but that erect cock, and steered him to the center of the lane. I stroked him until he was trying to pump it through my fist, then I let go. I turned him to face the Jeep, guided him to put the left knee on the bumper then pushed him to lay his head on the hood. I moved up behind him, raked my wet dripping cock across his cheeks, then rubbed up and down an ass a porn star would be proud of. I put my cock to his tight opening and with all the mischief and deviousness I could muster, smacked his right ass cheek. Once, twice, three times, then I punched through his tightness. He rose up, cried out, then held tight to the hood while he leaned back down, pressing his forehead on it. I smacked his ass again, this time the left cheek. My hand stung and the ass cheek turned red.

“Fuck, Rusty, what are you doing?”

“Fucking your ass.”

I pushed deeper, eased my cock into him until he had nearly every inch. Then I began to fuck. I fucked slowly with full swings of my hips; the way Justin always liked it at first. But what really riled up Justin was a hard physical fuck. One I would soon give Junior.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Fuck, yeah, fuck me.”

I smiled as I kept fucking, slowly increasing my pace. He wouldn’t see it coming, how I was going to hammer his ass before it was over.

I pushed deeper and deeper as I fucked until my hips pressed against his spread ass. I swung my hips pulling nearly out of his ass, then pushed back in all the way. I was getting close, so I buried my cock in him and held still.

“Goddamn, Rusty,” Junior uttered.

Just wait, mother fucker. I guided him to step back from the Jeep with my cock still buried in his ass. I pushed him to bend over, and he braced himself by placing his hands on the bumper. His back was straight out in front of me, and he had his feet spread apart. Perfect.

I held his waist and tugged back until my cock hovered between us. Then I slammed it back into his ass, just shoved forward until my hips pressed against it. I did it again, and again, until I had to keep my cock inside him and just fuck.

“Jesus,” Junior cried out.

He can’t help you now. I held tight to his waist and fucked hard, banging against his ass. I was noisy, rough, and he moaned like a bitch in heat.

“Take it; take it; take me,” I exclaimed as the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed down the fire lane.

“Rusty,” Junior uttered.

It sounded like a plea, for what I wasn’t sure nor cared. I just kept fucking his ass until I couldn’t hold back. I shoved into his depths and came. With every ejaculation, I tried to push deeper into the pervert’s ass, to let him really feel it, as my cock filled his ass with cum.

I wasn’t done. Not by a fucking long shot. I had Junior bent over and loose. I stayed hard, so I kept fucking using the first load as lube. I fucked that jock bastard’s ass until cum pumped out on my nut sac and trickled down his legs. I fucked him, varying my pace from fast to brutal, just hammering his ass. I slid a hand up his sweaty back until my fingers were in his pretty blonde hair, and I closed my fist in it and tugged his head back.

“Take me, take me…fuck.”

I manhandled him, swung him around and forced his head down to knee level while not stopping. I thought my cock would break off inside him, but I was close again, so fucking close, and I hammered his ass until I finally came again, this time I knew it was just a dribble and smear of cum added to the last load.

I stepped back and watched him slowly stand straight. His cock was rock hard. Really hard, angled up and drooling. I wanted to go to my knees and suck it. I wanted to turn around and bend over and let him fuck me. But Junior grabbed my hand and pulled me to the passenger side of the Jeep. Was I to lay back in the seat? Or was I to just lay my chest on it while standing by the open door. I could reach back and spread my ass for him. Instead, he climbed into the seat keeping his feet on the step.

“Get up here and sit on it.”

It would be awkward, a bit out of balance for I wasn’t sure where to put my feet, but I backed up to the Jeep, climbed up on the step and with one hand holding the grab bar on the dash and the other holding the rollbar, I eased my ass down to that drooling wet cock. When my ass touched it, I rocked back and forth feeling the slick smear over my ass. Then I centered my tight ass over that cock and eased down.

“Goddamn,” Junior cried out.

Obviously, no pussy was ever as tight as my ass.

I slowly lowered my ass down, inch after inch until I was seated on his cock. I ground my ass on his lap, and he moaned whorishly. I leaned back until my back lay against his hot sweaty chest, and I undulated and moved against him, working my ass on his cock. I reached up and held the rollbar and windshield header and began to fuck my ass on his cock. Up, down, up, down, over and over, faster and faster, showing the pervert how it was done. How a man could work his ass on a man’s cock. My cock flopped heavily with my movement. My legs burned with the exertion and my body felt feverish. It was hot as fuck and now I thought I would spontaneously combust. It seemed plausible as sweat poured down my face, chest, and back. I was heaving for breath, and so aroused by the feel of Junior’s cock in my ass, my own cock rose up half hard. Fuck, I wanted it bad.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Junior was uttering breathlessly.

Yeah, Junior: fuck.

Suddenly Junior bearhugged me, pulled me to his chest and down on his cock. Down on his spurting cock. He was coming, filling my ass with his load.

 

As Junior negotiated the Jeep back on Harris Road, he finally said something.

“That was hot as fuck.”

“It was okay.”

He looked at me in utter shock. I tried to keep a straight face but busted out in laughter.

“Asshole.”

“So, you enjoyed ass fucking.”

“Hell, yes. It is so different.”

 

As we neared my home, I hoped no one would come out and see Junior in those shorts. Goddamn if his cock wasn’t sticking through the hole in the crotch. He could not come up to the house where my mom would see him.

“Just stop at the end of the drive and I can hop out there.”

“I can take you around back.”

“Not in those shorts, you’re not.”

Junior laughed, nodding his head. “Good point.

 

A Second Encounter? The Bastard had it Bad.

It hadn’t been four days since Junior and I fucked, and he was calling the house wondering what I was up to, and if I wanted to ride up to Monroe for lunch. Mom looked at me with the kind of questioning stare I fully expected. She knew Junior and I were not friends in school. But I wasn’t about to explain it to her.

I slipped on a pair of old jeans, worn soft and ripped in strategic places, none as revealing as those shorts Junior had worn, but good enough to tease him a bit. I pulled on a plaid shirt that the sleeves were ripped off. A red neck’s muscle shirt, some jokingly called them. And when that Jeep pulled around the house, I went out the back door to see Junior was dressed similarly. I laughed at the ridiculousness of it, then climbed into the bright yellow Jeep and buckled up.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Yes, sir,” Junior sarcastically replied.

I wondered if I could make him say that during sex without the sarcasm.

It was only about fifteen minutes to Monroe and as Junior maneuvered through town, I finally broached the subject.

“Are you going to let me fuck that ass again?”

He leaned back and smiled, shaking his head. “Who’s the pervert now?”

“I think we both know who wins on that score.”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? Yeah, right.”

“Damn, the place is busy.”

“It is a quarter to twelve and you know most around here start showing up at 11:30.”

“I know. Let’s see if there is a parking space, if not, we’ll go to the Mexican place.”

Junior pulled into the parking lot that wrapped around the restaurant, and I saw the stares, Rusty riding with Junior. I knew how it must look and pretended not to notice the stares.

“I think some people are wondering what your ass is doing with me,” Junior commented as he drove around the building to the parking lot in the rear.

“I bet they can’t guess.”

“You’re probably right about that, but if I see that second baseman, I’m going to run.”

If Junior was anything, he was sarcastic and good humored about everything.

 

Climbing back into the Jeep, I was glad to be leaving. After a while, the stares were getting unnerving. I wondered how many phone calls my mom had to endure, wanting to know why her precious son was hanging out with that Junior Mitchell.

“Let’s get out of here,” I uttered, and I knew how it sounded, like a plea, for it was.

“Don’t let those assholes get to you,” said Junior as he backed out of the parking space.

“Where to now?” I asked.

“My place. Mom and dad are in the mountains until the middle of next week.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

 

I had never been to Junior’s home. Why would I, up until now. I followed him across the rear screened porch into the renovated old farmhouse, two stories in height, and once inside, I saw ten-foot ceilings on the ground floor. It was shockingly nice.

“Come on up,” said Junior and I followed him into the main entry hall, up the stairs, and down a hall to a bedroom at the front of the house. When I walked in, I was shocked. The walls were blue green, contrasting with the pine furniture, and everything was neat, in its place, including everything on his desk. There were framed pictures on the walls. Photographs taken at a beach or in the mountains. Junior saw me look at each one, forgetting for a minute, why we were in his room.

“Who took these?”

“The older shots were taken by mom before her, and dad got married. The rest I took. I kind of enjoy it as a hobby.”

“They’re good.”

“Thanks.”

When I finished circling the room, I came back to the center facing Junior.

“Get naked,” I uttered in my best commanding voice.

Junior smiled, then began to undo buttons. I stood still watching him strip. I wanted to feel in control, the one calling the shots. The shirt was tossed to the floor. I looked at the muscular chest and the broad shoulders. The jeans were worked down each leg and tossed on top of the shirt. When Junior stood straight, his cock was beginning to push out on the front of his boxers and he smiled knowingly, for he knew how it affected me. Then the boxers were slipped down, revealing the dirty blonde pubic hair, the cock, then the low hanging nuts. He toyed with his cock until it was half hard.

“You want this?” Junior asked in a tone meant to manipulate me.

I grabbed my crotch and stared back.

“You want this?”

Junior laughed, nodded his head, then moved to me, going to his knees at my feet. The fucker knew the score, and I watched as he mouthed my crotch. Using his teeth, he tugged on the button until it slipped free, then he captured the zipper and tugged it down. He buried his face in the open V of my jeans, just pushed it right into my groin working his mouth on my trapped cock.

“Fuck,” I uttered, pushing against that mouth.

He finally used his hands, taking jeans and boxers, and pulling them down my legs. I raised one foot then the other, helping get everything off. He moved to my cock, slipping it into his mouth.

As Junior sucked, I felt my cock harden. It made me so horny, so aroused, I wanted to be naked. Just the shirt felt confining. I unbuttoned it and tossed it to the side, took Junior’s head between my hands, and slow fucked that filthy mouth. He moaned and gagged but never pulled back.

I debated on whether to pump my first load into his greedy mouth or get him on the bed and pump it into his ass. He kept working my cock, tonguing the head, until the decision was made for me. I wanted to cum. And I wanted that cocksucker to take it. Every fucking drop. I tightened my hold and fucked his mouth with an increased pace, one meant to push me over the edge.

I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of that hot, slick mouth. My cock swelled thicker, then blasted the back of his throat. I shuddered with every ejaculation as wad after wad filled his mouth.

He had barely swallowed it when I was manhandling him, getting him to his feet, swung around and backed to his bed. He could have stopped me, but he moved willingly. I got him on his back, and he held his legs up.

“You want to fuck me?” Junior asked.

“You damn straight,” I replied, taking each leg behind the knee. I folded that bastard in half, thighs pressed against chest, and I used all my weight to hold those legs down as I raked my cock alongside his cock, then down his upturned ass.

“You want it?” I asked.

By way of answer he took my cock and put it against his tight opening. I pushed, feeling the tight squeeze on my cock as I penetrated him. And I kept pushing, slowly, until half buried in his ass. I held still looking down at the head tilted back, mouth open, gasping for breath. Then I heard his soft muttering.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck me…”

I gave him what he wanted and began to fuck. A slow pace, one meant to let him feel every goddamn inch pushing into his depths. As I fucked, I pushed deeper and deeper until pressing against that upturned ass. Then I hammered my cock into it. I slammed down as hard as I could, the sound of it echoing in the room. The bed squeaked, then rocked in its frame, eventually banging the wall as loud as I banged his ass. He cried out, moaned and grunted, and pleaded with me to fuck him harder.

But I could hold out for only so long and I slowed my pace, then pulled out altogether to make this fuck last.

“Roll over,” I barked.

Junior quickly got on his stomach, and I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him up, getting him on his knees, but keeping his head down on the bed. I put my cock to that loosened hole and pushed in all the way and ground my hips against his ass. I took each wrist and pulled his arms back like the reins of a horse, and I began to fuck. I pulled on his arms as I fucked his ass, until his head rose off the bed leaving him off balance and me in full control. Not slowing, I hammered his ass. Fucked it until I was sweating and saw Junior was too. I fucked it until my muscles burned from the exertion and my nut sac was drawn up tight. Then I shoved into his depths and came.

 

I lay on the bed gasping for breath and feeling the heat of my body. Junior moved between my legs with his cock curved up rock hard.

“My turn.”

I smiled at him and lifted my legs for his fuck. I wanted it as bad as he did. He took each ankle and spread me wide. He pumped that cock against my nut sac, alongside my cock, then he pushed it down, aligned with my hole, and penetrated me. I shivered with the feel of it, that stretching to take a man’s cock. Clutching the bed, I lay there as inch after inch sank into my depths. Then Junior was fucking me, slow, fast, gentle, then so rough my cock hardened.

Junior pushed my knees down until pressed into the mattress either side of my lean torso, angling my ass up for his fuck, and fuck he did, hard and fast with a physicality that had his hips bouncing off of it. Then he came, shuddering and jerking with every ejaculation.

Junior didn’t stop, but he kept fucking until I felt cum pump out of my ass and trickle down it. It was a slower pace, but Junior still sweated and sucked in air like he was starved for oxygen. Then he pulled out of my ass and rolled to his back.

“Rusty, ride me.”

I moved over his hips, held his cock up, and sat down on it. I moved up and down, faster and faster, relishing how it felt. My own cock flopping around getting hard. My ass easily taking his thick cock. He was watching me, looking at my body, into my eyes, and down at my cock. I leaned back until braced on one hand, took my cock in hand and stroked it while working my ass up and down at a furious pace.

“Goddamn. Fuck. Fuck,” uttered Junior.

I came first. The first wad roped up my chest, then it rained down on my stomach until cum was just dribbling out of my cock. My ass spasm around that thick cock as I kept moving on it until ole Junior was shoving upward and crying out. I was taking another load.

 

I slept in the bastard’s bed, waking during the night to him sucking my cock. The next morning, I smacked his ass until it was red, then fucked a load into it. In the shower, he pumped a couple of loads into me.

Over the next few days, I was in his bed more than my own. We fucked until cum just dribbled out of our cocks. Then his parents returned home, and things went back to normal, or to this new normal Junior and I had developed.

 

Just a Hot Filthy Fuck.

What is it about getting filthy. I don’t mean a bit of dirt on your hands or maybe a smear on your face. I mean every exposed inch covered in dirt and grime. I mean so hot your hair is matted down and sweat runs rivers down face, chest, and back leaving trails in the dirt and grime. I mean so filthy, you get horny.

And once your horny, what is the chance your fuck buddy shows up?

 

 

I was tasked with cleaning out a section of the old barn, a place we had stored used plow shares and cultivator sweeps for eventual recycling. An old push mower that no longer ran. And other junk that should have never been put in the barn. Despite the protection from the sun, the tin roofed barn got hot during the day. And worse, this section of the barn had the original dirt floor, dirt so dry it was like powder. It got everywhere, including through your clothes.

I had been at it since lunch and was a sweating, cussing mess. I tugged off my T-shirt for the cotton fabric just trapped heat once it was soaked with sweat. With trails of sweat cutting through the dirt and grim on my chest and down each side, and my face smeared from wiping it with my hand or forearm, I kept to a slow pace, getting one section cleared, then another.

Dad had gone to Jasper Hudson’s place to help him repair his combine and mom was grocery shopping, which involved an hour’s drive each way to go to the grocery store she preferred over the small one in the nearby town. So, I had the place to myself. No one around to hear me cuss about the shitty job I had to do in the heat. No one to tell me to speed up or slow down, or to do it differently. I carried a box of worn sweeps to the truck with other used metal parts meant for the recyclers, then went back to for more.

A vehicle pulled up, and I assumed it was dad coming to get some tool or part he may have on hand. I just kept working, desperate to finish so I could get a shower.

“What are you doing?”

I turned to see Junior standing just behind me. He was in cargo shorts and tank top and looked good enough to fuck right where he stood.

“What does it look like.”

“Looks like you need to take a break.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“So, I should rest a bit?”

“I did not say that.”

We both laughed, knowing exactly what Junior meant by a break.

“I’ll get you dirty.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Nasty fuck. I undid my jeans and pushed them down. Then my boxers, revealing my half hard cock. I stroked it as Junior watched.

“Get over here and suck me,” I said.

Junior crossed the short distance, tugging off the tank top and undoing cargo shorts. When he stood in front of me, the shorts fell around his ankles revealing he had no underwear on. He went to his knees, as he took my cock in hand. He kissed the head, licked it, sucked on it until I pushed half of it into his mouth.

“Suck,” I commanded and held still watching his head move back and forth on my cock. Junior worked his mouth on my cock until I needed to cum, and I let him swallow my first load. As soon as he took the last ejaculation, I pulled him to his feet. I swung him around, bent him over until he had to brace himself on a sawhorse that was twisted and threatening to collapse. I smacked his ass until it was red, then hobbled up behind him and lay on his back, rubbing my sweaty filthy body over it. I pumped my still hard cock along his ass while toying with his cock. I got the bastard fully erect and pushing his ass back against my cock. I raised up and put my cock to his hole.

“You want a man to fuck your ass?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“Fuck my ass. Put that dick in me.”

And I did. I penetrated his tight ass then held still waiting on him to relax to the stretching of his opening. When he pushed back on my cock, I took him by the waist and began to fuck. I pushed inward, all the way, over and over, until the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the barn. I fucked him until his cries were louder, and he was pleaded with me not to stop. I was already hot and loose, and I moved with a fluid rhythm as I hammered his ass. I lay on his back and ground my cock into his depths and smeared more sweat and filth on his back. I took his cock again, stroking it as I fucked him.

“Fuck,” exclaimed Junior.

I felt him shudder and jerk beneath me, felt his cock flex in my hand, and knew he was spraying cum across the dirt floor. I rose upright, took him by the waist and fucked harder, faster, slamming hips against his ass. I had to keep him from pitching forward as I hammered that ass. Then I became devious, as bawdy as Junior taught me to be. I turned him from the sawhorse and pushed him down on that dirt floor. He was on his knees, and I pulled them out from under him, so he lay flat in the dirt, and I was on him in an instant. I penetrated that ass again and lay on his back. As I ground my cock in his depths, I tugged his head up and nipped and kissed the neck, the earlobe, and along the scruffy jaw. Then I put my lips to his ear.

“Take me, take me, mother fucker.”

“Fuck…Rusty…do it, do it.”

I lifted myself up on my hands and increased the pace of my fuck. I slammed down into his ass, over and over, until I could hold back no longer. I shoved into his depths and kept jamming my hips against his ass as I pumped wad after wad into him.

 

I stood up, cock going flaccid and dripping. I was sweating and smeared with dirt from the jeans around my ankles to the top of my head. I looked down at Junior who lay still for a few seconds before rolling over. His back and ass were smeared with dirt and sweat. When he rolled over, his chest and stomach were filthy, covered solid in that fine dirt. And his cock was caked in it around the head where he had come again.

“Maybe we should slip up to the house and shower off.”

“Ya think,” said Junior looking up at me with a serious expression, until he cracked and began to laugh. “You are a nasty hot fuck.”

 

End of Summer

Junior sat opposite me at the tavern. It had just opened in town, claiming to have the best burgers and for those of age, a full bar. We sat in the bar for the dining room had been full, and it had proved to be a good place to check out the guys, or in Junior’s case, the girls.

“You guys ready for harvest?” asked Junior as he watched this very pretty redhead pass by our table.

“I think so. Dad has been working on the combine for a week now.”

I looked from Junior to over his shoulder to this Latino that had just come in alone. Lean build, short black hair, and a smile to warm your heart…or something else in my case. He was eye candy, but nothing more.

“Did you hear Jack and Ruth Ann are getting married,” said Junior.

“Did you know she’s pregnant?”

“What? No! Well, that explains the rush to get married.”

Junior watched the redhead slip in next to two other women, the three of them falling into casual conversation.

“Junior, do you want to talk to her?”

“I…yeah, I do. Is that alright?”

“Of course. We never made any claims about what we had, and I’m not marrying your ass even if you get pregnant.”

“Very funny. But are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m tired, so let’s pay and I can leave, and you can…well, see if she is interested.”

Junior started to stand up, but I stopped him.

“One more thing. You know we’re both going to move on.”

“Yeah, I figured as much. But hey, it was a fun summer fling, right?”

“Yeah, it was.”

 

I left the tavern, going down the street until at my truck. I climbed in, started the engine, then sat back smiling. I had intended on calling it off with Junior, but he saved me the effort. He was free to pursue someone else, and I was free to call Justin back. He was back from a vacation overseas with friends and had left me a message. A simple little message. Hey, Rusty…I was wondering if we could get back together. Damn straight, and I knew I had a few more tricks up my sleeve to share with him since we last saw each other.

After my first meeting with daddy I couldn’t stop thinking about him and what he has done to me. I just couldn’t wait for another meeting, I was instructed by daddy not to cum while he is not around as he has something special planned for me. I had to be obedient, I was daddy’s property now, his little fuck toy and that turned me on so fucking much. To prepare better for our next meeting I would buy a dildo and train my blowjob skill, I would not stick it up my butt as I wanted it as tight as possible for daddy. And then after a week of waiting the message came…

– I want you at my place tomorrow, wear that cute plug you had on you last time.

I was in euphoria, I spent the whole evening preparing myself. I trained my blowjob skills for about 2 hours, shaved my legs and butt hole. I started practicing some dance moves to impress daddy, tried to wiggle my ass a little, it was tough as it is quite skinny. I planned on doing a lap dance for my master and just couldn’t wait for what he has prepared for me. The night was tough, it was hard to fall asleep from the excitement. But the night passed, I waited out the day and at around 9 pm I was at my masters house, again wearing tight elegant jeans that would show off my ass, some nice lingerie and a cute plug with a pink heart crystal in my tight asshole. I felt my ass tingling when I stood at his door, I wanted him already up inside me. Then the door opened.

– Nice to see you again Jacob, please come in. I recon we don’t really need any introduction, you were probably wishing to come back for the whole week didnt you?

– I did daddy, I was wishing for your cock for the whole week.

– I know you were, today I have something I would like you to wear, go to the bathroom and get yourself ready.

– Yes daddy, anything for you

“What did he plan for me???” I started wondering, feeling a little nervous I went to the bathroom. There I saw some red high heels, sexy stockings and lingerine, tight latex nurse outfit and a red lipstick. “He wants me to be as slutty as I possibly can!” I thought, but also couldn’t wait to get myself into that outfit, I had to do as daddy instructed. I got dressed and put the red lipstick on, I have to give it to myself, I looked HOT. The latex was stretched nice on my butt, thank god I am slim with a thin waist so it was looking so fucking good on me. I took the last look in the mirror admiring my cute butt, said to myself “you got it you bitch, you going to take that dick like a pro”, after that I headed out to meet my master. He was sitting on the couch, sipping on some wine, his eyes widened when he saw me walking towards him. I was moving my ass right and left like a professional model, he said:

– Well I didn’t expect you could move like that

– I didnt either daddy, I guess I must me a natural in being a slut

This time I didnt wait for his instructions, I started to make some sexy moves in front of daddy, he liked that. I turned around and bended over a little, the heels made my legs and ass look amazing and I knew that, I planned to use it against daddy. While bending I spanked my ass, it made a loud noise, I danced with my butt in front of daddy a little, and then i got down, my ass to the floor, still standing on my heels, then slowly in a dancing motion back up. 

– You are so fucking hot in this outfit you bitch, but do you know what, I was feeling I little bit under the weather lately, could you check if everything is okay with me.

– Of course I can baby, I am a nurse after all, just tell me where it hurts.

– I can’t localize the pain, you will have to look for it.

And so i started looking for when it hurt, I sat on daddys lap, and kissed his neck

– Well, its definitely not here

– I need you to undress then, we will have to check you more.

I took his tshirt off of him, uncovering his muscular pecs covered in hair, he looked so manly, he had visible muscular abs, but he was big, big and muscular. I started kissing his chest

– It is also not where the pain comes from.

I got lower, kissing his abs, each kiss lower than the previous one

– I think you are getting close to the pain source – wink wink

– I hope so, we need to localize the pain fast before it gets any worse, it appears that it’s coming from underneath your pants, we need to take these off to.

– if that’s necessary, then go ahead.

I took his pants off, his dick already erect in his underwear, this time it was a white Calvin Klein, it looked so fucking good on him, you could see through a little, I was getting turned on even more. I kissed the inside of his leg, and started going up.

– I think you are getting really close now

– I think I know the source of the pain, but I will need to take your underwear off

– Anything for the pain to stop sister

The underpants were off, again with his gigantic dick in front off my face, it smelled so nice, I saw some precum coming out, the veins were popping out, full 19 cm in front of my little face. I hoped my blowjob training wouldn’t go to waste, I was hoping I would deep throat him whole this time.

– Now that we found the source of pain we will need to neutralize it

I gently grabbed daddy’s balls and started massaging them

– Does that help sir?

– I think it does but I don’t this that the balls are the problem.

– Alright then how about when I do this

I grabbed his dick in my hand and started stroking it very very gently

– Does this help at all?

– it does but I don’t this that this will do

– I am aware, now that we have localized the epicenter we can go all out and perform the full treatment, are you ready to take your treatment sir?

– I am, please proceed.

And so I was kneeling in front of daddy again, his big fucking dick in my hand, in a latex nurse outfit, high heels and wearing a lipstick on. “I bet my little lips feel good around that big juicy cock” I thought to myself. That was the moment I was waiting for, the whole week wishing for this moment only. I gave it all I had, all my blowjob training would not got to waste. I began slowly, licked my hand and continued to stroke it gently, licking the pre cum off of his tip( It tasted soooo fucking gooood). Then i kissed his ball sack gently and proceeded to stroke. I stopped the stroke and started to ride my fingers up and down his shaft, just a technique I learned online, he liked that as he let out ta grunt. It was time for my lips to serve their purpose finally, i wrapped them around his meat, getting his whole tip inside of my mouth. when inside I licked his tip in a swirly motion for about 2 minutes. Then I licked his whole shaft up and down, and spit on it.

– We need to get your dick really wet for the treatment to work.

– Do what you must

And so I did what I had, his dick completely wet, dripping with my saliva, I started going deeper and deeper, I was training for this moment, I wanted to make daddy proud of what a good bitch I was. I was halfway through, it was going good, going in an up and down motion, my hands were behind my back, it was just my head doing the work. I continued to go deeper each time, I gagged when I reached 3/4 of his dick, but had to keep pushing. It was a tough challenge as his dick was not only long but also wide. I kept pushing down, but needed a stop, I took daddy’s dick out of my mouth, looked him in the eyes, and thought to myself “you fucking got this”, after that I took his dick inside my mouth again, this time with more speed, I was going deeper and deeper each time. And then I did it, i fucking did it, the training paid off. The dick was whole in my little slut mouth, I was so proud of myself. After that it was a smooth ride, I did a freestyle on that cock, deepthroat, out, spit, all the times not using my hands, licking it all around, like a fucking dog that got his toy, I was playing with it, enjoying it, fucking LOVING IT. Deepthroat, spit, up, down, up down, tongue swirl, up down, licking the balls, up and down, up and down. He could not last long with such a treatment and I knew it, I felt the cum coming in any second now. I started going even faster up, down, up down, up down, whole dick inside my mouth, then it happened. Daddy has shot up a load of his delicious cum inside of my slut mouth, I was so proud of myself for sucking it so good, the cum was so sweet and warm, I enjoyed it for a while. Daddy was in awe and didnt say anything for a while, I decided to continue going on my own, I gladly swallowed his whole load and cleaned up his cock.

– Did that help with the pain daddy?

– The pain is gone completly now, now I know how hard a nurses job could be sometimes, you are not getting enough recognition for what you are doing, I have something for you to help you take the edge off after you work. Please proceed to the bedroom with me, I will take a good care of you.

And so we went on to the bedroom, for the end of this adventure tune in for the next part as it will come soon, just like my daddy:)

I’d planned to meet with Steve, one of my regular fisting buddies, several weeks in advance. He is by far my favorite fisting partner and he’s taken me to places of sheer pleasure no other has come close.

I started the day with my usual preparation for a long night of fisting fun. Lots of water to hydrate, several rounds of deep douching, made sure my hole was shaved clean of any stray hairs, etc. I’d also clipped my fingernails in the event I’d be fisting Steve, too, as he sometimes likes it.

I’d taken two gummies and a mushroom, I had fresh Pig and Iron Fist poppers, and the gas mask. For nearly two hours before meeting Steve, I was using some of my larger toys on myself, and I could feel my hole dilating and growing hungrier by the minute.

I was sure to take a Lyft as I was in no state to drive the mile to his place. I didn’t want to take any chances behind the wheel, and it just seemed like the smart thing to do.

When I arrived to his place, Steve was already shirtless and in a pair of black and red neoprene shorts. He asked me to make myself comfortable so I stripped down to my blue Helsinki Athletica jockstrap, and nothing else. Of course, the pouch was full since I’m still caged. 

After a brief make-out session to open up our play, Steve and I smoked some clouds to get us in the mood even more. We blew them into each other’a mouths and into the air. Then Steve had me lay flat on his bed on my stomach for a small “bump”. As we waited for the chemicals to marinate, Steve massaged my back and thighs, and his touch relaxed me.

After about 15-20 minutes, Steve dimmed the lights and played some hypnotic tunes in the background, slow beat, to take things slow tempo. Steve had me get up onto my knees and I opened the Pig bottle and inhaled deeply into each nostril. I felt Steve’s lubed closed fist enter my sphincter and like a knife through butter, his fist pushed right inside and his wrist popped in. 

Steve relaxed his fist to let me get used to the invasion, but I didn’t need the time. I actually pushed my hips back onto his fist and fucked myself, stretching my cunt lips over his knuckles and literally cooing from the sensations.  Steve pulled his fist out in one swift motion and re-lubed. His free hand. Wrapped around my waist to hold me in place as his closed fist pushed back inside. I opened the Iron Fist bottle this time and inhaled in my mouth. My head began to swirl as I closed my eyes and Steve began to blow out my cunt lips, starting with slow rhythmic movements and slowly increasing the pace and intensity until I was crying out, “blow out my pussy! Punch that hole out, man!”

My cunt was on fire! Steve had awakened the sleeping giant. Steve found one of my new large toys which I hadn’t yet taken to the hilt. (https://toppedtoys.com/products/hilt-105?_pos=1&_psq=hilt-105&_ss=e&_v=1.0), with the gas mask now over my head and a heavy coating of lube, my cunt gobbled that shit up without a problem. Steve gripped it by the base and reamed my happy hole out and I was loving every single second of it. 

At this point we paused so I could inject Steve with a bump. As I waited for it to work its magic, I sat on my thick toy and rode it to occupy my hole. When Steve was ready, I lubed my left hand and began to stick a few fingers inside Steve’s warm chute. His hole was offering little resistance, so I put more lube on my hand and continued the journey forward until my wrist was inside him. 

At this point I removed the toy from my hole and moved into a position on the bed where we could fist each other. I’d also lubed up one of Steve’s double sided dildos and began to slide it inside me first right up against Steve’s fist and then I pushed it inside him, along side  my fist. Steve and I were two fisting pigs in heaven at this point, just working over each others holes pretty intensely. 

We paused to take things over to the sling now. I went first. Steve lubed up both of his hands and I placed the gas mask over my head. Steve’s right fist, fully closed and the widest entry pushed right inside like a glove. Then he quickly pulled it out and replaced it with his left fist. Right, left, right, left, the punches became faster. I spread my legs open as wide as I could, removed the mask and watched Steve’s eyes as he literally wrecked my hole, ending with sharp jabs half way up his forearm with his right hand. I blew a load through my jockstrap. 

Now it was Steve’s turn. I sat on a chair with a butt plug up my ass so it wouldn’t close and pushed forward so I was lined up nicely with Steve’s hole. I lubed up generously, and slowly pushed my right duck-bill hand inside. Steve likes it gentle and deep, no punching, and rough like me. I inched my way deep and deeper by the minute, gently moving inside, following the path of his opening as I heard him moan out in pleasure. I was getting deeper and that’s when Steve began to jack his big Black dick while I just gently and slowly kept creeping further and further up his asshole.  I’d just about made it to the thickest part of my wrist when Steve blew his load. It flew everywhere, like a sprinkler, some landing on my chest, but mostly all over Steve’s chest. I carefully and slowly pulled my forearm and hand out of his ass and Steve just laid there with a silly look on his face for awhile until he was ready to dismount. 

We took things back to the bed now and I had shared with Steve that I wanted to sit on his foot. He was down with that. We put a smaller plug in his ass while he lay flat on the bed and I lubed up his foot. Facing Steve, I slowly began to sink myself down on his foot. Feeling its width stretch my hole was incredible, especially under the influence of strong poppers.  I asked Steve to “kick my ass”, and he began to slowly move his foot back and forth, and the force felt great. 

Next, I put on my ball gag that has tit clamp attachments and I was now on my back, legs up in the air, my ankles in my hands, I’d sprayed some inhalant into a rag and breathed it in while Steve stood above me and began to move his foot back inside me, once again kicking me not terribly hard but enough to feel really great. I wasn’t expecting it, but Steve was able to maneuver his heavily lubed foot all the way inside me, I felt and heard a “pop” when his heel opened my cunt. I brought the rag back over my nose and this time Steve kicked my open cunt a little harder, and I had my jock off and this time I shot a load that dribbled all over my stomach. 

Now it was Steve’s turn again. We put another toy up my ass to feed it while I gave Steve another deep fisting with my right hand this time. I could feel his right hole loosen as I went deeper, just letting my fingers move through his open ring, watching the tattoo on my forearm disappear up Steve’s ass, and then with my other hand I began to stroke Steve’s dick which was slick with precum. Steve enjoyed the poppers as I gave him the full service and I felt his cock stiffen in my grip. This time I placed my face right at the slit and felt Steve’s warm cum spray my entire face with blast after blast of his seed.

Steve said his hole was finished for the night, but I was ready to go for another round. We went back to the sling and Steve opened me up with another toy. By this point, I no longer needed the poppers I was so open so I just clasped my hands behind my head, placed a hood over so everything was dark and I let Steve be the puppet master. Steve fucked me with the slim toy all the way down to the base and left it inserted as he placed his closed fist next to it. Feeling my hole expand as he pushed deeper was an absolute sensation. Once again I found myself opening my legs as far as I could with my feet in the stirrups and I found my cunt swallowing up his fist. Eventually, I begged Steve to stop being so gentle and to give me the blowout I deserved. I told him “to punch out my faggot cunt”, “show me who’s boss”, “own my wrecked pussy”, “rearrange my guts”, etc. I was a blabbering idiot by the time Steve had finally finished me off and I blew a third load right over where my other loads had dried. I was hyperventilating, and breathing very hard. The room was spinning and I felt like I was floating.

It was after 2:30am at this point. I helped Steve tidy up and we washed all the toys. I called for a Lyft and went home. I did try to find more ffun as my hole was still wanting more, but after some back and forth with a few guys on AP and BBRT, nothing actually transpired. I did not stop using my toys and brought myself to orgasm twice more. It was not until after 11:30am when I finally felt the bump subside and I fell asleep.