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Business colleagues Aaron and Mike have found themselves in a scene neither of them anticipated.  After an unexpected meeting at a gay sports bar and a night of drinking, they’re now nude and passionately kissing as Devon, Aaron’s CrossFit coach, vigorously sucks them off.  Devon and Mike hadn’t met before tonight, but they had Aaron in common.  Devon was Aaron’s personal trainer and Mike was Aaron’s executive sponsor.  Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it.  But they were way past awkward.  The alcohol and raw testosterone had eliminated any sense of good judgment. 

The three of them were in a trance.  The more vigorously Devon sucked, the more fiercely Aaron and Mike kissed. The more feverishly they kissed, the more aggressively Devon deep throated them. It was like a hurricane of passion. They were each in uncharted territory and the eroticism was heading toward a Category 5. 

It was time to move from passion to pornography.  Saying nothing, Devon got up off his knees, took their hands and led them upstairs to the bedroom.

“Let’s go, men”, he quietly said. “You better be ready…”

Devon – Several Years Earlier

Devon was nine years old, the 2004 Olympics were on, and he knew it the minute he saw him.  He wasn’t even paying attention, and then it happened.  To say it changed Devon’s life is an understatement. 

There was growing buzz around American gymnast, Paul Hamm.  He was a leading contender for the Gold, but had had a disastrous performance on the Vault, leading most to believe he was out of contention.  But he fought back hard which generated a barrage of media coverage catching even young Devon’s attention. In a segment leading up to Hamm’s final event, Bob Costas profiled Hamm and replayed his previous gymnastic events. Devon barely knew what gymnastics was, but when he saw Hamm, he was mesmerized. The raw strength and athleticism Hamm demonstrated on the Parallel Bars hypnotized him.  When Hamm was on the Rings, Devon’s eyes were glued to Hamm’s massive shoulders and arms.  He couldn’t look away from the tiny shorts Hamm wore for the Floor Exercise and Pommel Horse.  And watching Hamm ascend the podium with his biceps, shoulders and chest conspicuously bulging out of his tight singlet, Devon felt an inexplicable tingle in his groin. He had fallen in love. With gymnastics or Hamm?  He didn’t know.  Probably both. 

That moment changed his life..for better and for worse.

First, the positive. He announced to his parents his desire to pursue gymnastics.  Being a natural athlete, he advanced quickly through the ranks of local competitions, consistently achieved state rankings, and advanced to an accomplished college career.  He loved the sport and when it was officially behind him it created the foundation for a career in athletics—CrossFit coaching and personal training. Gymnastics had been a childhood dream that he successfully transformed into a fulfilling profession.  And at 29, his body looked like he remembered Paul Hamm looking in 2004.  Muscled, buff, sexy as hell. Devon looked in the mirror and liked what he saw.  A lot.

Now, the negative: Devon’s father’s disapproval of his gymnastics was personal, even toxic. Initially, he focussed on the expense and disruption of Devon’s commitment….“Why do we have to haul you back and forth to gymnastic lessons?” “Do you know how expensive this is?”  “There’s no future in it anyway”.

But his father’s objection ran deeper than just cost and logistics…”Why can’t you play baseball and football like the other guys?”  “Do you really have to wear those short shorts?  Jesus, you can see everything.”   “How many of your teammates are gay, anyway?”

His father made no secret of the fact that he thought gymnastics was a “gay sport”. In his mind, one look at the physiques and uniforms of these young men…how could they not be?  Over the course of Devon’s boyhood and teen years, his father’s distaste escalated to overt criticism and, when Devon wouldn’t relent, outright condemnation. Eventually his father wouldn’t even attend Devon’s gymnastics meets, taunting him with “I’m not paying to watch a bunch of fags dance around in short shorts”.

By high school, it was obvious to Devon he was gay, but he remained discreet. He loved the camaraderie and teamsmanship of gymnastics, and while there were homoerotic undertones to the sport, nothing (well, almost nothing) sexual ever materialized.  Devon had his first sexual experience with a teammate and it was fine, but not life changing.  It simply confirmed what he had come to know all along.

Devon’s love of gymnastics drove a wedge into their family life and the damage to Devon himself was even more significant.  The man he revered most in his life, whose respect he longed for, relentlessly ridiculed him in the most egregious way…sexually.  

Devon’s reaction to his father’s relentless harassment was curious.  First, instead of driving him away from the sport, it heightened his commitment.  Although not Olympic caliber, Devon was a nationally recognized collegiate competitor.  And later in life, it reinforced his commitment to a career focussed on fitness.  CrossFit has a significant gymnastics component so it was natural for Devon to build on it, so he added weightlifting and conditioning to his regime.  (And, damn, did his body show it.)  Third, despite his father’s goading, Devon lived an openly gay lifestyle as an adult if for no other reason than to defy his father.  Gay competitors in gymnastics weren’t uncommon; he was used to being around it and was unapologetic about being gay. 

Devon survived his fathers’ ridicule remarkably well, but there was a dark side that he wasn’t fully aware of…his feelings, or lack of them, toward older men.  Devon physically resembled his father and feared turning into him.  Even at his young age, Devon was unnaturally preoccupied with aging and, at 29, felt that he was nearly over the hill.  Sexually, he found himself attracted exclusively to younger men. Many of his friends his age were into “daddies”, but Devon recoiled from them, likely due to his father.

Until he met Aaron. On paper, Devon originally viewed Aaron, at 41, as positively geriatric. But when Aaron walked in that Monday morning when they met, Devon had the “tingling feeling” he had experienced so many years ago when he saw Paul Hamm.  Aaron, clad only in workout gear, had the body of a god.  Broad, strong shoulders, massive pecs, sculpted arms, and thick, sexy legs.  He oozed charm and confidence, but had a remarkably youthful quality about him.  For his part, Devon was glad he had worn his revealing tights and sexy singlet that morning and deliberately turned his back on Aaron to retrieve some bogus paperwork to display his spandex-clad glutes to Aaron.

Finding himself attracted to Aaron, Devon stepped up his game for their 1-1 sessions. Typically, he’d simply wear that day’s coaching  gear for these sessions,  but on “Aaron days” he brought an extra, sexier change of clothes.  The sessions were getting increasingly sensuous, even inappropriate, but something about Aaron really got his juices flowing.

That’s why he threw caution to the wind that Friday night and invited Aaron to Woof’s.  Aaron had shared he was gay and Devon didn’t intend to actually seduce him that night, but he loved the idea of spending time with him in a gay-friendly environment.  Devon and Aaron were having a great time when Aaron spotted Mike.  Devon, never having met Mike, was pissed with his timing because he had just inched the conversation with Aaron toward sex. Aaron was disappointed as well, but had no choice but to greet Mike as they had caught each other’s eyes when he arrived.  Aaron had shared a lot about Mike with Devon during their 1-1 sessions so he was curious to meet him.  Devon sensed that Aaron was particularly intrigued with Mike, and when Mike joined them at the table, he could see why.

Meeting Mike, Devon immediately got that tingling feeling again, and this time for a guy old enough to be his father.  What is it with Aaron, and now Mike, Devon thought to himself.  Like Aaron, Mike was athletic as hell, exactly how he likes his men, but 25 years older than usual.  Devon knew he had played rugby in Europe, and now seeing him in person, he couldn’t help but picture him in a tight, sweaty rugby uniform with those exceptionally snug shorts rugby players wear. 

There was instant camaraderie and elevated testosterone among the three so it didn’t take long for the conversation to steer toward their respective sexual exploits, including gay exploits.  Devon called their bluff and boldly invited them back to his house.  Mike initially declined, but Devon challenged him to join them to “see what you’ve been missing.”  Aaron jumped at the chance but Mike only agreed when Devon promised he wouldn’t have to do anything he was uncomfortable with.  Outwardly, Mike made a good show of resisting; inwardly, he was secretly curious to learn more.

Fast forward to Devon’s condo:   Mike and Aaron, nude, passionately making out with Devon on his knees taking turns working their cocks.  No one was more surprised than Devon; he had no idea the joys of a mature man’s cock, but tonight would change that times 2.  

With Aaron and Mike close to cumming, Devon pulled off their cocks, and walked them up the stairs to his bedroom with the ominous words, “Let’s go men; you better be ready.”

Devon had been multi-tasking when he was on his knees working their cocks… planning how to orchestrate the night.  He wanted to go several rounds so they’d have to spend the night.  He was the cream filling in this daddy sandwich and he wasn’t gong to squander it.

For Round 1, there was no question both of them would fuck him.  Although Aaron had some expedience, they’d have to ease Mike into it as he’d never been with a guy before. In fact, the blow job Devon just gave him was the first he’d ever had by a man.  And Devon could tell; he’d never seen anyone react to oral with such intensity.

And he had the beginning of plans for Rounds 2 and 3, if he was lucky enough to get that far.

When Aaron was getting the beers, he had also discreetly gotten the bedroom ready… dim lights and candles lit around the room,  so when they entered, it was like walking into a sex den.  Devon was still wearing the insanely sexy laced up jock strap and Aaron and Mike were still nude.  All three were sporting massive erections, and lined up side-by-side, looked like pornographic fitness models.  Devon couldn’t believe his eyes when he inspected his prey, particularly Mike.  He’d spent plenty of time with Aaron, barely clothed in their workout sessions, and had come to admire his masculine beauty.  Broad, sculpted shoulders, near perfect 6-pack abs, a V-shaped torso that narrowed to an impossibly slim waist, and cum gutters that looked like they’d been chiseled out of stone.  His treasure trail dropped to his long, narrow cock that was standing at attention.  And his legs were layers of muscle, proportioned perfectly with the rest of his body.  

If Aaron was sculpted perfection, Mike oozed strength, power and lust.  Kinky grey hair that was unkempt in the most masculine of ways, linebacker’s shoulders that were so broad his arms barely touched his torso as they hung from his shoulders.  His chest and stomach were as hard as granite and covered with thick grey hair and his legs resembled tree trunks.  When Devon saw his cock for the first time earlier that evening, his jaw dropped.  “Beer can” didn’t do it justice.  Devon doubted he could close a fist around it, and the head looked like a tasty portobello mushroom.  Fully erect, it looked like it could do some serious damage.  The shadows cast by the candles made him look like a threatening leather daddy, just without the leather.

The bedroom was surprisingly large and Devon wanted the night to last, so he resisted the temptation to take them to bed immediately.  Instead, he pulled the two of them into a three man kiss which they both eagerly leaned into. Their lips never broke contact, but their hands were all over the place…caressing each other’s torsos, pinching each other’s nipples, fondling each other’s balls, and stroking one another’s cocks.  The moaning was audible and Devon was beyond ecstatic with this scene.   Devon getting it on with not one, but two mature men…who would’ve guessed?  

Devon had his heart set on both of them fucking him, but he longed to taste their cocks again. He was shocked how much he loved the taste and feeling of these two daddy cocks in his mouth, so he dropped to his knees, seized one in each hand and started working them all over again. He spit aggressively on each to get them nice and sloppy, and at one point looked up at them and said horsely, “I’m gonna need these to be well lubed”, and then went back to work.  Aaron knew exactly what he was referring to; Mike wondered, but was so in the moment he couldn’t even go there yet.

Unexpectedly, Aaron dropped to his knees next to Devon to share Mike’s cock.  Looking down, Aaron was in awe of Mike’s thickness and wanted to taste it himself, or at least share it with Devon. Good thing Mike was as thick as he was because his girth gave Devon and Aaron plenty of meat to work with. The two of them were like kids at a candy story who had just been told they could eat as much as they wanted.  They’d slide up and down Mike’s cock at the same time. Then one would suck his balls while the other deep throated him. Then the other would pull his thick cock down by the sack while the other tickled his piss slit with his tongue. Mike, never having experienced anything remotely like this, was on another planet.  And when Mike got close to shooting, they pulled back just in time.

As much fun as he was having, Devon’s hole was getting desperately hungry for cock. It was time.  He lifted himself up off his knees and stepped over to a waist high dresser and, facing the mirror, arched his back presenting his ass to be taken.

Aaron knew immediately what to do. He stayed on his knees and pulled the beautiful glutes apart so he could now inspect his prey. Inches from his eyes was his next meal. The cocks that had come before were delicious, but this rosebud hole was even more delectable. He wanted to just sit and stare at it to appreciate its beauty, but couldn’t resist diving in, tongue first.  Devon’s hole was so gloriously exposed, it was ripe for the taking and Aaron knew just what to do.  He flattened his tongue and took a long, lazy swipe at the winking eye that begged for attention. Things were moving so quickly Mike didn’t really understand what was happening until Devon let out a guttural groan with the first swipe of Aaron’s tongue. “Oh fuck, Aaron. Don’t stop”, Devon begged.

Mike, unsure what his role should be, dropped to his knees as well.  He was horrified at the idea of licking a guy’s asshole, but simultaneously turned on by what he was witnessing.  Devon’s reaction to being eaten out was unlike anything he’d ever seen. Mike had gone this far (and was still somewhat drunk) so…what the fuck.  When Aaron pulled back indicating it was Mike’s turn, Mike leaned in and delicately touched Devon’s hole with the tip of his tongue.  ‘Not all bad’ he thought to himself.  Certainly no nasty odor or taste, and in fact, it felt…well…kinda sexy.  So he pushed in and took a longer lick.  Then another, and another.   Before long he and Aaron were competing to see whose tongue could make Devon moan the loudest.

When it looked like they couldn’t take it any further, Aaron reached between Devon’s legs to pull his ramrod-straight cock backward, eliciting a piercing scream from Devon. Was it passion or pain?  Probably both.  But Mike and Aaron didn’t give a shit, because now they were taking turns on the hole AND the distended cock. Mike was out of his mind.  He’d never done anything with a guy before, and now…this!

But all good things must come to an end and it was time for Aaron to take control. He pulled Mike and himself to their feet and sandwiched Devon between the two of them with Aaron behind him and Mike in front.  Although entirely new to Mike, his instincts kicked in and he pulled Devon into a passionate kiss.  Devon’s head almost exploded as his and Mike’s massively thick cocks ground together.  Simultaneously, from behind, Aaron lubed up his fingers and aggressively fingered Devon with one, two, then three fingers to loosen him up.  Aaron’s cock was now a heat seeking missile and the temperature of Devon’s hole was 1000 degrees Fahrenheit. Mike sensed what was about to happen and held Devon firmly by the shoulders to steady him for Aaron to enter him from behind.  Devon nearly collapsed from the invasion of Aaron’s perfectly shaped cock.  Devon had bottomed plenty of times, but Aaron did it with a maturity and confidence that Devon had rarely experienced.  And more to the point, Aaron’s cock curved so as to immediately locate and massage Devon’s special spot.  “Oh…oh…oh…don’t stop.  PLEASE don’t stop”, Devon begged.

Witnessing passion he never thought possible, Mike’s instincts kicked in again.  He didn’t need to be told what to do…he dropped to his knees and swallowed Devon’s cock while Aaron fucked him from behind.  He wanted every centimeter of Devon’s cock down his hungry throat and he wouldn’t stop until he did.  Mike fondled his balls, while nearly suffocating taking his cock, sending Devon into an even higher level of ecstasy. This inspired Aaron to thrust even harder from behind, driving Devon’s cock even deeper down Mike’s throat.  

The three of them were in a vortex of pleasure.  Devon was completely at the mercy of his two daddies and Mike had transformed into an animal.  Only Aaron had a speck of sense left.  Knowing this would end in Devon’s orgasm too quickly, Aaron pulled out and moved them to the bed, giving all of them a few moments to compose themselves.

After a few deep breaths, Aaron guided Devon to lay on his back with his head toward the foot of the bed.  He directed Mike to kneel over Devon’s face, facing Aaron, while Aaron climbed between Devon’s legs.  Mike somehow knew to pull Devon’s legs back toward him, leaving Devon’s hole 100% exposed.  Aaron and Devon were now exactly where they wanted to be..the fucker and the fuckee.  Although hovered over Devon’s mouth, Mike was reluctant to sit on his face.  Yeah, he’d just eaten Devon out, but a guy’s tongue in his hole.  Mike’s hesitation vanished when he felt Devon’s tongue reach out and tickle his taint and balls.  ‘Holy fuck’ thought Mike. Once again, he made a sound that conveyed he’d never felt anything like this before. And for Devon, providing that pleasure to this bear of a man was as good as—maybe even better than—receiving it.  Flat on his back, ready to be fucked, Devon wasted no time feasting on Mike’s hole.  Mike, wanting more too, shifted from kneeling over Devon to squatting, to finally sitting squarely on his ass.  The scene was downright obscene.  By now, Devon felt Aaron thrust into him with mastery and care.  He sensed, accurately, that Aaron had some practice in this arena, and it showed.  Aaron knew when to go slow, how to target his prostate, and when to just ram it in.  It may have been the most amazing sex any of the three had ever experienced.  Devon devouring Mike’s hole; Aaron expertly pounding Devon’s chute;  and Mike being rimmed by a trained professional.  Instinctively, Mike pulled Aaron’s face to his so they could kiss while they continued their mutual assault on young Devon. The scene was right out of a porn movie.

Again sensing they wouldn’t last much longer, Aaron pulled out and flipped Devon on his knees, doggy style.  Devon knew exactly what to do and arched his back, begging to be fucked.  Aaron didn’t waste a moment and rammed his well lubed cock into Devon who responded with a  groan of unrivaled pleasure.  Aaron motioned for Mike to kneel at Devon’s head and Devon instantly took Mike’s throbbing cock into his mouth.  Mike was so overwrought with passion, he simply whimpered as Devon swallowed him deeply. Devon was in heaven with two daddy’s cocks assaulting him. 

The two continued to pummel Devon until Aaron abruptly pulled out of him, slid up to his head, and directed Mike to take over “down there”.  Mike, having never fucked a man before, looked downright scared, prompting Aaron to assure him, “Don’t worry Mike, I’ve got him nice and loose for you.”

As Mike positioned himself between his legs, Devon turned his head around and and whispered to Mike. “Please fuck me Mike.  It would make the night perfect.”

Mike didn’t have a choice.  First of all, his balls were so full of cum they were ready to explode.  Second, his manhood was on the line.  He’d come this far…he’d eaten a guy’s ass for chrissake, fucking Devon can’t be that much different from fucking a woman, he assured himself.   Third, Devon’s plea had touched his heart.  Devon had looked at Mike with a longing that was both unfamiliar and surprising.

Once positioned between Devon’s legs, Mike bravely ran his finger over and into Devon’s hole to assure himself it was good and wet, before slowly pressing his massive mushroom head into Devon’s hole.  “OH MY FUCKING GOD”, Devon shouted.  “Push it in, please Mike..Give me your cock”, Devon begged. Obviously he wasn’t hurting him so he slowly pushed it in further which led to even more animal noises from Devon that, like those previously, were new to the human race.  “Oh my god, that cock, THAT COCK” Devon croaked.  “Oh, Daddy, fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard, fuck me with that thick pole of yours. You own me, daddy”,  he croaked as he fucked himself on Mike’s massively thick pole. Devon, who was no stranger to bottoming, had never felt so full, so stretched, so completely satisfied. And he couldn’t help but associate that feeling with Mike himself, and his maturity.  It was as if Devon had been missing something all these years.  He was speechless with ecstasy. It was a feeling that defied description, even for someone with Devon’s experience.  

Devon, coming out of his trance, realized he was ignoring Aaron’s cock which was inches from his face, looked up at him and apologetically started sucking.  Now that he was properly skewered again, Mike and Aaron, while never breaking eye contact, began a rhythm that sent Devon into pure orbit.  Mike would push in hard from behind, then Aaron would deep throat him.  When Aaron pulled out to allow Devon to breath, Mike would hammer him even harder, followed by another choking assault from Aaron up front. It went on and on until Devon seemed almost tearful.  From pain or passion, they didn’t know.  But it was time.  With a nod of their heads, they counted down…three….two…one… followed by immense blasts of Aaron’s sweet, salty cum into Devon’s mouth and volcanic eruptions of Mike’s white-hot lava well up into his hole.

The silence was deafening.  Mike broke eye contact with Aaron, not out of shame, but out of pure exhaustion. Likewise, Aaron’s cock was so sensitive, he had no choice but to slowly pull out of Devon’s mouth.

That left Devon, on his back unable to move, with both holes overflowing with his daddies’ hot cum. 

The room was quiet….eerily still.  Hours of passion had culminated in two intense orgasms.   Two, not three..

Although he hadn’t reached orgasm, Devon was sated…he could’ve easily fallen asleep on the spot.  He had driven two sexy daddies to a once-in-a-lifetime orgasm and laid back absentmindedly, staring into space, stroking his cock.

 Aaron knew Devon had to be close to orgasm himself so it wouldn’t take much to get him there, and he felt like they owed him that.  He motioned to Mike to lay beside himself between Devon’s legs and, together, take Devon all the way to orgasm with their mouths.  At this point, what would’ve been unthinkable a couple hours ago to Mike was now routine and seemed the gentlemanly thing to do.  So the two of them positioned themselves between their host’s legs and got to work.  Taint, balls, long licks up his cock, slow, luxurious slurps, full throated deep throating.  Before long, Devon was thrusting up into their faces holding them into his crotch until the inevitable happened.  “FUCK, I’M CUMMING”,  Devon screamed as his cock erupted long streams of cum with such velocity it covered both Mike’s and Aaron’s faces. Strangely, neither of them wiped off the cum; in fact, they both seemed to enjoy the idea of their face being covered in their host’s sweet jizz.

Devon, laying between them after this epic fuck, put his arms around each of them and pulled them close.  They had wiped enough of the cum off their face to open their mouths and breathe, but that was about it.  The rest remained.

“You’re both staying the night”, Devon quietly ordered.

Both responded, not with words, but by snuggling close into their host’s arms and laying their heads on his chest.  

Devon, being young, knew that the night wasn’t over, in fact, according to his plan this was just Round 1.

With Mike and Aaron on either side of Devon, the three of them quickly fell asleep. They’d wake up at 3AM to the smell of sweat, saliva and dried cum when Devon would teach them the joys of a daisy chain, which you read in Chapter 1.  Fully exhausted after that, they’ll fall asleep once again and wake up with one more round left in them. That’s when Devon plans for he and Aaron to expose Mike to the unimaginable pleasures of bottoming.

DISCLAIMER:  This story is a work of fiction and fantasy.  No part of it is based on true events, and any similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental.  It contains descriptions of homosexual activities between consenting adults.  If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT!  If you choose to read it, then – I hope you enjoy it!

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Family Drama

Several days had passed since my encounter with Braden.  I continued to pass the time by working on projects around the house.  I pressure washed the driveway, cleaned out the gutters, and washed the house.  I stayed outside as much as possible.  I really expected to see Braden running down the street at any moment, and I didn’t want to take a chance at missing him.  I even hopped in the truck and drove around the subdivisions near my house a couple times, hoping to either see him out running, or maybe even out in his yard.  No such luck.  

The following Sunday was a nasty, wet day.  There were tornadoes in other areas of the state, but we were forecast to receive mainly heavy rain and wind.  I decided that it would be a good day to do some cleaning inside the house.  With all of my work outside, I had neglected the inside.  The weatherman was on TV warning some little town on the other side of the state to take shelter from a possible approaching tornado.  Suddenly, the doorbell rang.  Who in the world would be visiting me on a Sunday?  My parents never come by unannounced, especially in the rain.

I opened the door and was shocked to see a very wet and very upset Braden dripping on my porch.  It was obvious that he was crying, even though he was soaked from the rain.

“Oh my gosh, you’re soaking wet!  Get inside,” I said as I pulled him in the house.  He was still dripping and sobbing at the same time.  His clothes, a pair of running shorts and a white t-shirt, were totally soaked and clinging to his body.  

I sat him down on the couch and went to grab some towels.  I helped him dry off as best I could.  

“Come on back to the bathroom.  We have to get you out of those clothes,” I said.  He didn’t argue, and instead followed me to my master bathroom.

Now I know what you are thinking.  While I was still excited at the visual appeal of the now naked stud in my bathroom, I couldn’t even begin to consider anything sexual with him until I had taken care of his emotional situation.  He had yet to speak a word since he came in the house.  

“Here, put these on.  They might be a little big, but they’ll do while I throw your clothes in the dryer.”  I left Braden to get dressed and went to the laundry room to dry out his soaked clothes.  I came out to find him seated on the couch again.  He was no longer crying but was still visibly upset.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” I took a seat in the middle of the couch and put my arm around his shoulder.  Without prompting, the leaned into me and cried into my chest.  I really didn’t know how to deal with this.  As a teacher and vice principal, I had often had to deal with emotional students.  But then, I had the luxury of being able to call the guidance counselor to assist me.  I don’t think sweet little Mrs. Martin was going to make a house call for this situation.  It was all on me.

“My dad got on my phone when I went to the bathroom.  We were watching TV, and evidently, I forgot to lock it, and the auto lock hadn’t had time to come on yet.  When I got back from the bathroom, he was just sitting there.  He turned my phone screen to me and asked ‘what the hell is this?’ I had Grindr up and forgot about it. I’m such an idiot.”

“Oh Braden, I’m so sorry.  What else did he say?”

“Well, he asked if I was gay.  First I tried to deny it and say that I had downloaded it as a joke with some friends.  But he didn’t buy it.  He kept screaming and cussing until I finally just yelled out that I am gay.  Then he threw the phone at me. He missed, but it hit the floor.  Then he just sat down with his face in his hands.

“Where was your mom when all this was going on,” I asked.

“She had gone to the store and hadn’t made it back yet.”

“So tell me what else happened,” I said.

Braden started to sniffle again, so I held him in my arms and just tried to console him the best I could.  A guidance counselor had once told me that when someone is in distress, the best thing to do is to just listen to the situation without interrupting.  So, I just decided to let him cry it out and talk again when he was ready.

“After he threw the phone and sat down, we kept screaming at each other.  He kept asking questions about who had made me this way and why I turned out like this.  Austin started yelling at dad to shut up and leave me alone, but he wouldn’t stop yelling.  He just kept saying ‘my son won’t be gay.’ He looked at me and said ‘I’d rather you were dead.’ I finally just ran out the door and left.”

He stopped talking for a minute and just leaned against me.  I was still holding him and gently rubbing his back.  

“I grabbed my phone off the floor from where Dad had thrown it at me and ran out the door.  Austin was yelling for me to stop, but I couldn’t stay there.  I didn’t know where else to go, so I ran here.”

“You did the right thing,” I told him.  “You are always welcome here.”  I continued to rub his back and hold him in my arms.  I placed a small kiss on his forehead, mainly out of consolation.

Braden looked up at me, his eyes swollen and red, and moved to kiss me.  The kiss was brief, and not overly sexual in nature.  It was as if to say “I care about you.”

The rain was still coming down hard outside.  Braden and I continued to sit on the couch with him in my arms.  I was enjoying the closeness that we were feeling, but I regretted the reason for it.  Braden remained mostly quiet.  I knew that right now he was just trying to sort out all of the emotions in his head.  Finally, it got dark.  Since no lights were on in the house, we were now sitting in the dark.

“You must be starving,” I said.  “I’m going to go make us something to eat.”

“You don’t have to go to any trouble for me, Josh.  I am sorry I burdened you with all this.  We barely know each other, but you’ve been so nice to me.  I just felt like I could come to you.”

“Nonsense.  I’m just doing what a friend does for a friend.  And I’m hungry too, so that’s the end of that conversation.  Feel free to turn the TV on something that you want to watch.”

Being single and rarely having company unannounced, I usually just eat what I can find.  Cooking for one person is usually more trouble than it’s worth, so frozen foods and canned foods are my saving grace.  I decided on chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.  A meal like that always comforted me when I was feeling low, and I hoped that it would do the same for Braden.

“Dinner is served!” I announced as I walked back into the den.  Braden had Schitt’s Creek playing.  

“I saw that Schitt’s Creek was on your continue watching feed, so I turned it on.  I love that show.  It always makes me forget whatever is going on in my life,” he said.

“The Roses have gotten me through some pretty shitty times in my life,” I admitted.  “If they can make it through some of the nonsense they do, I should be able to do anything!”

We ate our food and continued with some small talk.  Several episodes had played through.  I was enjoying Braden’s company, and I think he felt the same way.  There was no need to be sexual.  At some point, he moved to lean into me and I wrapped my arms around him. 

“This makes me feel safe,” he said.  “I like being in your arms.”

I kissed him on the cheek. “I feel the same way.  This is so different from anything I’ve felt before.”

“I know.  Me too.  I’ve never had this feeling with another person.  It’s almost like we are supposed to be together.”

It was close to 9:00 p.m. by now.  The rain had tapered off, and the TV was still playing.  Otherwise, it was dark in the house.  Braden and I continued to sit together on the couch, sort of dosing in and out of consciousness.  We were forced back to reality by the doorbell ringing.

“Stay here.  I’ll go see who it is,” I said.

I answered the door to find an attractive, middle aged woman and a stunningly handsome and somewhat familiar teenage boy standing on my porch.

“Can I help you,” I asked.

“I hope so.  My name is Bonnie Howell, and this is my son Austin.  My older son Braden ran away from home, and Austin used his iPhone to track him here.  Have you seen him?

“Mom? What are you doing here?” Braden had entered the room without any of us hearing him.

“Oh, Sweet Jesus! You’re okay!”  Bonnie shouted as she practically mowed me down to get into the house and to her son.  She was crying and hugging Braden like she hadn’t seen him in five years.

“Would you like to come in,” I asked the handsome Austin, who was still waiting on the porch.  He reluctantly walked into the house.  He looked like a younger, slightly less buff version of Braden, except he was blonde, like his mom.  There were definitely some good genes in this family.

“Oh my baby, I was worried sick about you!  I came home and your dad was drunk off his ass yelling about how no son of his would be gay.  Austin explained the whole thing to me, and then we tracked you with Austin’s phone to…”

“My name is Josh, ma’am.  Josh Patterson.  I’m a friend of your son.”  I offered her my hand.  She was a tall woman with long, reddish blonde hair.  She reminded me of the actress Allison Janney.  She was pretty, and it was obvious that both boys had inherited many of her features.

“Thank you for taking care of Braden.  I still don’t really understand what’s going on here, but it makes me feel better that he was somewhere safe.  You have a beautiful home,” she said, glancing around the house.

“I’m Braden’s brother Austin,” the younger version of Braden said, offering me his hand as well.  “So are you like Braden’s boyfriend or something?” 

“No!” Braden and I said in unison, then looked at each other with a look of confusion.

“Josh and I are getting to know each other better, but I already know he’s going to be a big part of my life,” Braden said.  

I really didn’t know what to think of that statement “a big part of my life.” What exactly does that mean.  Braden’s mom isn’t the only one here with a lot of questions.

“Would you all like to go into the den so we can sit and talk?  I think there is a lot to sort through here,” I said.  “Please, come this way.”  I lead Braden, Bonnie, and Austin into the den and invited them to sit down.

At first, no one wanted to speak. I’m not sure anyone knew what to say. Finally, Austin broke the silence.

“So, is it true that you’re gay?”  

“Yeah, Bro. It’s true.  Your big brother is gay.  Are you good with that?”

“Bro, all my life you have been there for me.  You’ve protected me, helped me with stuff, taught me how to play sports, helped me practice my pitch, I don’t know where I’d be without you.  So what if you like dudes instead of girls.  Who the fuck cares?”

“Language,” Bonnie said.  

“Sorry, mom.  But for real, why is it a big deal.  Dad is acting like somebody died or something.  It’s not like he’s a different person.  We just know something about him that we didn’t know before.”

“Mrs. Howell, you seem to have raised two very fine, mature young men,” I said.  “What is the situation with Braden’s father? If he does go home with you, is he in danger?”

“Oh most certainly not, Mr. Patterson.  My husband, Mark is his name, has his issues, but violence is not one of them.    He drinks a little too much and gets a little loud when that happens.  I think when he picked up Braden’s phone and saw the app…the grind, I think you called it…”

“It’s Grindr, mom,” Braden said.  “It’s what gay men use to chat and…well, mostly chat.”

“Yes, that.  Anyway, when your father saw it and figured out what it was, it awoke something inside of him that he had kept pushed down for a long time.”

“What are you talking about, mom?” Braden and Austin both looked at her quizzically.

“Boys, I’m going to tell you a family secret that I promised your father I would never tell.  But now I think I have to.  We honestly never thought we’d be dealing with this so close to home.  Braden, I need you to know that I love you with all my heart, sweetie.  You are my baby boy and you always will be.  All I want is for you to be happy, and if you are gay, then it’s just something we’ll all have to get used to.  Anyway, here’s the reason I think your father reacted the way he did…”

Bonnie took a deep breath, then paused for a moment.  “Mr. Patterson, I hate to be so forward, but do you happen to have any alcohol of any type?  It would make this a little easier to discuss.”

“I have some red wine.  Will that work for you?”

“That would be amazing,” Bonnie said.  She shot me a nervous smile.  I could tell that whatever she was about to tell her boys was something she had not prepared herself for.  

“Here you go, Mrs. Howell,” I said, handing her the glass and setting the bottle down on the table in front of her.  For some reason, I figured she’d want more.

“Thank you, Mr. Patterson.  And please, call me Bonnie. For some reason, I think we’re going to be getting to know each other real good.”

“So boys, you know how you don’t really know much about your father’s family.  They were from Mississippi, and your dad met me while we were in college.  His parents both died before you two were born.”

“Yeah,” said Austin.  “And Dad was an only child, so there’s only some distant cousins left out in Mississippi, so there’s really no reason for us to try to visit or anything.”

“Well, not exactly,” Bonnie said.  “It is true that your grandparents are dead and that there are only some cousins there now, but your dad was not actually an only child.”

“What?” Austin and Braden both said at the same time, exchanging confused looks.

“Your father won’t talk about it, but he had a younger brother named Joseph.  Joseph was about three years younger than your father, but they were very close.  Mark watched over him like a hawk.  Joseph was always following Mark wherever he went…to the mall, to friends’ houses, to play baseball, you name it, Joseph was there.  Well, when Joseph turned 16, he came out as gay to his family.  Your grandparents were good people, but they were very conservative and didn’t take well to anyone who was different.  You see, Mississippi in the 1980s wasn’t much different from most other places in the South, especially when it came to being gay.  Interracial couples still had to be careful.  Same sex couples didn’t have a chance.”

“Braden interrupted “So you’re telling me I have a gay uncle I’ve never met?”

“Not exactly,” Bonnie said.  She took a deep breath.  “Let me finish.  So like I said, his parents didn’t take it well at all.  They put him in the car the next day and drove him to one of those camps that is supposed to make you straight.  Mark missed his little brother something fierce, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.  Being gay was wrong, and this camp was going to fix it.  Mark couldn’t wait for Joseph to get home and not be gay anymore.”

“So, what happened to Joseph,” Austin asked.

“Six months later, Joseph came home.  But he was a shell of a boy.  Where he used to be happy and always wanted to be around Mark, he barely looked at him.  What hurt your dad the most was when he tried to hug his brother, and Joseph just pulled away.  He told him that at the camp, they were taught that he couldn’t touch another male in any way, even his father or brother.  Now we know now that those camps are nothing but bullshit. They’ve never cured anyone of being gay, because you can’t cure what isn’t a disease in the first place.  Joseph spent most of his time alone.  He went to school and came home, but never had any friends.  As soon as he got home, he’d lock himself in his room until supper, then go right back in afterward.  As soon as he turned 18 and finished high school, he moved to California.  Your dad tracked him down and flew out to visit him.  He found him sharing an apartment with a man he called his boyfriend.”

“Whoa,” said Austin.  “So he was still gay?”

“Of course he was, sweetie.  Being gay doesn’t just go away.  We know that now.  But anyway, he was living with a young man about his age named Jeffrey.  They invited your dad in and asked him to stay the night instead of renting a hotel.  Your dad decided he’d be more comfortable in a hotel.  He wasn’t as right-wing whack job as your grandparents were, but he was still pretty conservative in those days and wasn’t completely okay with his brother being gay.  The next day he said his goodbyes and flew home, at least knowing that his brother was okay.  But their relationship was never the same after that.  Your dad couldn’t bring himself to have a relationship with his brother because of what his parents thought about it.  After finding out about Jeffrey, Mr. and Mrs. Howell disowned Joseph completely, and told Mark that unless he did the same thing, they’d disown him as well.  So, your father never spoke to him again.

“So he’s still alive,” said Braden.  “I have a gay uncle I can get to know.  This is awesome!”

“No, dear.  You can’t get to know Joseph.  He passed away years ago.  When your dad flew out to California to see him, it was in the early 90s.  Probably ’93 or ’94. You weren’t born yet.  We all heard about AIDS in the 80s, and the gay community took the brunt of it.  Most gay men didn’t have safe sex, which is something you and I will be discussing later.  But anyway, sometime after moving to California, Joseph got HIV.  Back then, treatment wasn’t a thing like it is now.  He ended up getting AIDS and dying right before you were born.  Jeffrey got in touch with your father to let him know that if he wanted to see him again, he better get there.  Your grandparents were still alive, and your father was afraid to disobey them by going to see his brother, but he did it anyway.  Mark said the sight of Joseph was the worst thing he’d ever seen. He had nightmares for years. But he held Joseph’s hand and prayed until he took his last breath.”

“Fuuuck,” Austin said under his breath.  He drew out the word, taking longer than necessary to say it. This time, Bonnie didn’t admonish his language.

“Your grandparents were both gone within the next two years, leaving your father with no real family.  He made me swear that I would never speak of Joseph.  He said it was too hard to talk about.  When he realized that you are gay, it must have brought back all those feelings, and he just couldn’t process it. He’s afraid you’ll end up like Joseph.”

By this point, Braden had tears streaming down his face again.  It was an emotional story, and I felt like I’d been stabbed in the heart as well.

“Shhhhh,” I said softly, rubbing his back and calming him.  As we had done earlier in the day, he leaned into me and allowed me to console him.  Bonnie and Austin shared a look, then Austin got up and moved to the other side of Braden on the couch.

“Bro, I need you to listen to me,” Austin said.  “This ain’t the 90s.  I will never leave you.  Do you understand me?  Dad will come around. He’s just scared right now.”  

Braden turned to his brother, and the two boys shared an embrace that made me get teary.

“We’re all scared,” Bonnie said.  “This is new for us.  But, baby, we love you and all I want is for you to be happy.”  Bonnie slapped her knees and stood up.  “Now.  We are all going to go home and talk about this as a family.  Your father will have sobered up a little by now, so we can have a civil conversation.”

“I don’t think I’m ready to face Dad,” Braden said. “I’d rather stay here, with Josh.  

“Honey, Mr. Patterson has been very kind to us all, but I’m sure he would like to have his life and his home back now,” she said, glancing at me.

“Braden, your mom is right.  Not about me wanting you out of here.  You are welcome anytime.  You all are.”  I looked over at Austin, who winked at me and smirked a little.  He had figured out what was going on between his brother and me.  “But I do think you should go home and talk to your dad.  See where he stands now.  You caught him by surprise today, and he wasn’t prepared for that to happen.  If things go south and you need to come back, you can.”

“Mom, can I have a minute to talk to Josh?  Alone?”

“Sure, sweetie.  Come on, Austin.  Let’s give them a minute.  We’ll be waiting at the front door.”

“Josh, please let me stay here.  I don’t want to go home.  I want to stay here.  With you.  In your arms.”  With that, Braden kissed me on the lips.  Damn, his lips felt so good on mine.  I could get used to this.  

“You have no idea how happy that would make me,” I said.  “But you need to sort this out with your family.  Here, give me your phone,” I said.

“What for,” he asked.

“I’m going to add my contact info in your phone.  You’ll have my number.  If things go bad, send me a text with your address and I’ll be there.  I’ll pull up and you just run out and jump in the truck.  No questions asked.”

“You’d really do that for me?”

“Of course I would. You are my friend, and friends are there for each other.  Now come on.  We don’t want to keep your mom and your brother waiting.”

As we walked out to meet Bonnie and Austin at the door, I instinctively put my hand on Braden’s shoulder.  When Bonnie saw this, she smiled a little, but still seemed a little uncomfortable.  

“Mr. Patterson…”

“Josh,” I interrupted.  “Call me Josh.”

“Josh, you’ve been so kind to take Braden in and” she paused, “talk with him.  If I’m not being too forward, and forgive me if I am, are you gay?”

“MOM! That is not your business!” Braden exclaimed.

“It’s okay, Braden.  Actually, Bonnie, yes, I am gay.  Although before I met your son, I hadn’t really admitted that to many people.  I guess I was afraid of situations like what happened to your husband’s brother.”

“It actually makes me feel better knowing that there is a gay man in my son’s life who is successful and can mentor him,” she said.  “Although, I have to assume there is more than mentoring going on here, am I right?”

“Oh my God.  Let’s just go home, mom.” Braden was embarrassed now.  Austin was laughing, clearly enjoying the discomfort this was causing his brother.  I could tell they were close, and I really hoped that would continue.  

We all said our goodbyes, and Braden gave me a quick peck on the lips.  Bonnie missed it, but Austin didn’t.  I just smiled and winked.  He returned the gesture to me.  

I closed the door behind them and looked out the window as Bonnie’s Lexus backed out of my driveway.  This kid has really changed my life in just the last week.  While he had introduced a lot of drama, he had also introduced a feeling of longing for companionship that I hadn’t felt in a long time.  I went back to the den and picked up the bottle of wine.  I decided to have a glass myself.  Three glasses later, I was ready for bed.  It didn’t take long for sleep to find me.

The next thing I knew, I was doing one of the things I enjoy the most.  A gorgeous, sexy blonde boy was grinding his sweaty hole on my face. 

“Eat my hole, daddy! Eat my hole!”  

The sexy boy continued rubbing his sweaty, musky hole across my nose as he squatted over my face.  I always loved it when a boy sat on my face.  Especially when they smell this good.  My cock was hard and dripping as I reached around the boy stroke myself.  I reached back up and grabbed his cock, which was average size and was dripping a massive amount of precum.  The boy pushed his anus out, allowing my tongue to slip inside.

Buzz buzz.  Buzz buzz.  

I was pulled back to reality by the buzzing of my phone beside the bed.  I realized that the gorgeous blonde boy was only a figment of my imagination.  A dream.  But my dripping hardon was very real.  

Buzz buzz.

I grabbed the phone.  It was 4:47. Who in the hell was texting me at this hour?  The area code was local, but the number was not a saved contact.

“Hey.  It’s me.  Braden.”

“Hey, you.  Everything good?  You need me?”

“Well, yeah I need you.  But not in a bad way.”

“So things are okay with your dad?”

“I think so. We talked.  He’s not happy but he doesn’t hate me.  He knows I know about Joseph.  Mom said just give him time.”

“Good.”

“We all just went to bed.  Long night.  Lol.  Were you asleep?”

“I was.  But it’s fine.  Was having a really good dream though.”

“Oh, was I in it? ;)”

“Something like that” I didn’t want to admit that it wasn’t him in the dream.

“Well, how about in a few hours I go for my run and run by your house.  I’m feeling like doing what we didn’t do yesterday when I was upset.”

“I’d love that, baby. Just text me when you’re headed this way.”

“Okay, I’m gonna get some sleep now, Joshie :)”

“See you soon, baby.”

I smiled as I put the phone back down.  I’m so glad Braden is okay.  I hope his dad is able to overcome his emotions and be there for Braden in a way he couldn’t be for his own brother.  I was fairly certain of one thing.  This family is probably going to need some counseling before this is all over.  I closed my eyes, and the boy from my dream reappeared.  While he wasn’t real, Braden was, and I was ready to sink my tongue back into his ass in a few hours.  

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The next chapter in this series will be published soon!

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I know there was a lot of emotion and not much sex in this chapter.  I hope you enjoyed getting to know more about some of the characters in the story.  Let me know what you think!

I held my hands beneath the slick metal bar, my gym partner and best friend Tyler, panting heavily as he moved it slowly up and down, the sound of his breaths mixing with the stale smell of sweat and musk. I tried to ignore the fact that my friend’s head was inches away from my crotch, and tried harder to push away the thought of my head so close to his, just moments ago… 

“Alright, I think that’s enough for today,” he panted from below me, staring up at me with striking green eyes half hidden behind brown, curly locks of hair, stuck to his face with sweat. He slid the bar back onto its slot, my hands beneath it the entire time. 

Tyler and I had been going to the gym together for a long time. We had a mutual friend who owned the gym, and he suggested we spend some time together. We hit it off right away. Our friend got us into the gym early, so we could work out before the other members got here.

Tyler slid off the bench, shirt sticking to his chest with sweat, showing off his beautiful muscles.

“I think it’s time we hit the showers,” he said. 

“Yeah, I feel like I might melt any second,” I joked, lifting my eyes from his shirt, in hopes he wouldn’t notice. 

Tyler and I grabbed our stuff as we made for the locker rooms. I pushed open the blue door leading to the men’s lockers and started for my usual locker. The room was empty. (Again thanks to our friend letting us in early)

Tyler brushed past, trailing the musky scent of his sweat with him. I stiffened at the intoxicating aroma, before turning back to my locker and retrieving my gym bag. I began removing my shirt, trying hard not to glance at Tyler as I knew he was doing the same. Not that I hadn’t snuck glances before, but we had worked out longer and harder than usual today, and I knew his body would be glistening with sweat. And to be honest I wasn’t sure I would be able to hide my excitement if I witnessed that glorious body, shining in the white light of the locker room. Tyler knew I was gay. Him on the other hand, I had no clue. He’d had girlfriends in the past, but then again, so had I. It was hard to tell with him. He didn’t let much show on his face, besides general amusement and focus. 

“Man we worked up quite the sweat today,” Tyler’s voice rang from behind me, echoing off the shining white walls. 

“It’s your fault,” I laughed. “You’re the one who decided we should go extra hard today.” I slipped my pants off, revealing black boxers beneath. I heard steps behind me as Tyler said,

“Oh, I never said I minded.” I bristled as he took one last step so his body was nearly pressed against mine.

“Do you?” He crooned from behind me. My breathing became heavy as he traced a hand along my side, allowing it to rest on my hip. 

“I never said that either,” I replied a bit breathlessly, drawing a chuckle from Tyler, as his hand resumed it’s journey, grazing along the fabric of my underwear, squeezing my ass ever so slightly. 

“Did you really think I hadn’t noticed your glances towards me these past few days?” He said. I didn’t respond. My heart was beating too fast to think. My bulge pressed against my underwear, straining at the confinement. Tyler pressed his body against mine, and I knew that I had the same effect on him. That, and that he had on as little clothing as I did.

“What do you say we take these off?” he whispered into my ear, hooking his finger under the band of my boxers. I whimpered. 

“What was that?” he crooned. 

“Please,” I breathed out. Tyler chuckled. “Good boy.” He turned me around and kissed me, sliding my underwear off in the process. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me deeply, sliding his tongue into my waiting mouth. He pulled away and loosed a breath onto my lips. I stared down at his crotch and blushed. His cock was straining against its fabric prison, a small splotch of wetness staining the white jockstrap. I slid to my knees and placed my hand on the large bulge in the fabric. 

“Fuck,” Tyler sighed from above me. I stroked his dick through his jock, before slowly peeling off the fabric, panting at the sight of his beautiful cock. The scent of sweat met my nostrils and my mouth watered. His musk was so intoxicating, so alluring. I needed more. I looked up at Tyler and found those beautiful green eyes fixed on mine, a pleading look met my gaze, as his cock twitched. I licked the tip, tasting his pre as he sighed. It was the most delicious taste I had ever encountered. I wrapped my lips around his shaft as I moved my head downward, placing my hand on his balls. He moaned my name, as his tip hit the back of my throat, a solid inch left before his base. I moved my head back slowly, dragging my tongue along the base of his shaft. 

“Fuck James,” Tyler moaned, as he placed a hand on the back of my head. He pushed slightly, and I choked as I took his dick in my throat, right to the base. I moaned around his dick, as he cursed followed by even heavier breathing. My nose was pushed against his wet bush, and I inhaled his sweet, musky aroma again. I nearly fainted at its strength. I fondled his balls, as I continued to suck his dick. I slowly moved my head up and down, pausing to swirl my tongue around the tip. I swallowed his dick again, drawing more moans from his beautiful lips. I took my head off of his thick member, and smiled as I looked up at him again. 

 I stood up, and pressed a hand against his chest, forcing him onto the bench behind us. I straddled his lap, his cock resting between my cheeks as I lifted his arm and sniffed. I breathed against his hairy armpit. The scent was even stronger than his cock’s. I started licking and sniffing his dark crevice, pressing my nose against his hair. His breathing became labored and I felt his cock twitch against my ass. His scent was so manly, so intoxicating. There was nothing like it. I switched to his other arm, and pressed my head into his pit, wet from sweat, as he ran a hand along my ass cheek. I bit at his armpit hair, drawing a quiet moan from his lips. I took my head out from under his arm and smiled at him. I lifted my leg and stood from off his lap. 

“James,” he breathed. “I want to fuck you against this bench so hard, the lockers will shake.”

I smirked at him as he stood. I slowly bent over, resting my arms on the cold bench. He lowered his head, and before I could ask what he was doing, his tongue met my hole and I moaned. He dragged his tongue across my cheeks before licking my crack. He was like a starving animal ravenous with hunger. He focused on the tight pucker of my hole, lapping around the pink ring, covering it in saliva. I let out a loud moan as he plunged his tongue into my hole without warning. His tongue was heaven. He ate me out like I was the only thing in the world that would sate his hunger.

Tyler pulled his head away from my ass. I whimpered in protest, my hole feeling empty without his tongue. But I quieted as I felt his large tip gently pushing against my cunt. He spit on my ass before entering me fully in one thrust. 

“Fuck!” I yelled as the pain quickly gave way to pleasure. Waves of heat rolled under my skin as Tyler held me there, with his member deep inside me. He groaned as he pulled out all the way to the tip before slamming into me again. I cursed and moaned as his cock went in and out of my gaping hole. 

“Fuck yeah James!” he hissed though his teeth. “Take my dick all the way.”

I cursed as he slammed into me again and again. Tyler thrust hard and deep into my waiting hole, each movement causing his balls to slap against my ass. I met his cock with each thrust, clenching my hole around his dick as he pulled out. He started panting and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my chest and he continued to pound my ass into nothing. I let out a series of long moans, before he grabbed his discarded jockstrap from the bench beside us, and rubbed it across my face, teasing me with his scent, before shoving it my mouth like a gag.

“Oh god James, I’m gonna cum soon.” He said in between thrusts. 

I whined into his jock, begging for him to spill his seed inside me. 

His thrusts became faster and more erratic, before he thrust hard and deep, roaring as his cock throbbed inside me, spilling his seed into my tunnel. We both sat there panting, as I relished in the feeling of his cum filling my ass. 

Tyler slowly pulled out of my hole, letting his seed drip down my legs. 

“Man, that is a beautiful sight,” Tyler said. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak or think, as I processed what just happened.

“See you tomorrow, beautiful,” And with that, Tyler left the locker room.

I started my first office job which took me all over the country. A young lad in his early 20s with a company car (and the seats) can get messy. 

I’d only been doing the job a few weeks when I met a lad called Greg at a pub near my hotel. He seemed like a nice bloke. Ugly as sin inside and out, I later found out, but one of those that can charm you to start with, then you get to know them. 

He wasn’t the best looking person in the world so there was no way he was getting into my pants like he clearly wanted, but I was going to be around for a while and I needed a local friend to keep me company. I ignored his advances and just enjoyed having company in the long periods I was away from home. 

We met up and chatted a few times over a number of weeks and I found out that his lodger worked for the same company as me, at a different site. 

Eventually I went to his place one night at the end of my trip. That’s where I met Pete, the lodger. He just turned 18 and was timid, quiet and as cute as a button. Slightly taller than me at 6’2 with a lean body, dark blonde hair and an arse to die for. Plus you could see he was packing in his trousers. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he flirted and smiled. I could just eat him up. 

Greg was the jealous type and even though they weren’t dating and Pete wasn’t interested in him in the slightest, he obviously didn’t like that I’d taken a liking to Pete (and visa versa). He got really shitty and almost violent as I was rudely ejected from his house with a raging argument between the two of them inside. 

I’d never come across anyone like Greg before. He just flipped a switch and turned nasty in an instant. I was worried about Pete being stuck with him but there was nothing I could do. I drove all the way home with a knot in my stomach. 

When I got to the office the next day, Pete wasn’t online but he appeared in the afternoon. I emailed him straight away. 

‘Hey, I was worried about you yesterday. Everything ok?’

The reply came almost instantly. 

‘Yeah, I’m ok. I was just emailing you. Moved back in to mum and dads last night. Can’t stay at Greg’s, long story but it’s not the first time that’s happened.’

We chatted back and forth – carefully, as work emails were routinely read by management back then – we swapped numbers and I said I’d call him when I got home later. This was long before text messaging was easy and you could email from your phone!

I called him straight after work so he could fill me in on all the details and so I could check he was ok. We chatted for hours about the usual stuff, Greg, how he ended up living there, what he could be like when he got angry, and how Pete always felt like he needed to go back – usually because Greg manipulated him into thinking it was his fault. But this time was different and he was out for good.

I felt sorry for Pete and somehow felt like he needed to be protected but doing that from a distance would be difficult. 

Eventually, the conversation got around to the real reason for the argument. 

‘Greg hated that I fancied you. He could see it in my eyes. I couldn’t stop staring at your bulge. He flew off the handle when you left so I had to get out of there.’

‘Well he’s an arrogant prick. Ugly too.’

‘Don’t be too harsh on him. He’s a nice guy, just loses his temper a bit too easily but this one was the last straw. Dad saw the bruise and won’t let me go back.’ I bit my lip at replying to that. At least his dad would stop him if Greg tried to get him to go back. 

‘Probably best not to. You don’t deserve that.’

There was a long pause before he responded. 

‘What are you wearing?’

‘Nothing. Got ready for bed while we chatted. Why?’

‘I’ve wanted to ask you that since you called. I like sleeping naked. Wish I was sleeping naked with you right now. It’s got me excited.’

‘Me too. It’s a shame I have to do it alone tonight.’

‘We need to have some fun when you’re here next. I can’t wait for you to fuck me.’

‘Deal but in the meantime, I need to deal with my hardon.’

We went on to have the most amazing phone sex. I’d never done it before. His descriptions of what he was doing to himself, imagining touching each other, exploring our bodies wanting it to be the other one. Our moans combined until finally, we both came at the same time with one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. I hit the headboard with 3 or four shots of cum before we realised it was late and time to sleep. He’s the whole reason I have a preference for audio porn. It reminds me of him every time.

We chatted regularly for a few months until it was time for me to return to his part of the country. He mentioned in our chats that he loved it when I talked about preferring to go commando. I didn’t usually for work as suit trousers do nothing for control but I agreed that I would when we met, just for him.

I picked Pete up from work and drove us to a pub in town. He’d cut his hair, was wearing a nicely fitting suit, white shirt and a tie. It made him look so sexy and fuckable.

We sat on a sofa in the corner for ages, chatting and laughing. Although it wasn’t a gay pub, Pete would occasionally grab my thigh, gently rubbing up to my crotch before smiling and taking his hand away. The first time he was just checking to make sure I had kept my promise but as my cock grew down my leg and I pulsed it in his hand, he could tell I obviously had.

A few times I reached around behind him and put my hand down the back of his trousers. He’d gone commando too so I had easy access. 

At one point, he even raised himself up to give me access to his hole. He flinched each time I brushed my finger over it. He had such a nice tight hole and was so responsive to my touch that I just had to have him. It was incredibly risky, not wanting to get caught, but it was so hot and we were driving each other wild. We were both hard pretty much the whole time.

As last orders were called, we realised it was time to go.

‘I don’t think I can wait until we get to the hotel. You up for a bit of outdoor fun? There’s a park behind the car park we can go to.’

‘Someone’s keen but I’m definitely up for that. Is it a cruising spot or just a park?’

‘It’s a cruising spot but I really don’t care if people watch. I just need you to fuck me.’

As we walked through the town, we kept laughing and joking, grabbing each other’s crotches. Pete was hung too and thick, not wearing any underwear, his cock was standing straight out in his suit trousers by the time we got to the park. I really needed to get those trousers off him.

As we walked through the entrance, you could tell instantly from all the older men walking about that we were in the right place. Two lads in their late teens / early twenties definitely got their juices flowing. Unfortunately, that also meant we were followed wherever we went. While we didn’t mind being watched, we didn’t want company and we didn’t have a chance to get started properly. We gave up the idea after pushing one too many unwanted hands away.

‘Sorry, that was a bit of a buzz kill. I hadn’t realised how busy it would be on a work night.’

‘That’s ok, my hotel is still only 5 minutes away.’

We jumped in the car and made our way to my hotel. As soon as we walked through the door, we stripped naked and Pete got straight to his knees and was eye level with my dick.

‘I’ve been waiting for this all day.’

He licked the tip of my cock and lapped up the precum that was just about to fall to the floor, smiling as he tasted it. He opened his mouth and started to slowly and lovingly suck my cock. With all the sexual energy from this evening, I was finding it hard not to just throw him on the bed but I really wanted to enjoy this. I had no idea when I’d see him next.

After a few minutes of a mind blowing blow job, I got him to stand up and kissed him. It was a deep, passionate kiss. We were so wrapped up in it that we practically landed on the bed in a heap as we fell sideways. We didn’t miss a beat though and caressed and teased each other for what seemed like ages. I played with his hole as he started to play with mine and we moved to 69, slowly sucking and deep throating each other in unison with moans coming from both of us.

‘Can I rim you?’ Hell yes!

‘Only if I can do you too.’

‘Sit on my face.’

As I sat on his face, Pete’s expert tongue lapped at and drilled into my hole. To this day, I haven’t been rimmed like that by anyone else. More of a top from then until now, I still enjoy a really good rim job. This was something else. I gasped and moaned as he ate me out and I sucked his cock.

Then I lifted his legs so that I could access his hole. His perfect pucker aimed straight up and begging to be licked. He smelled and tasted so good. He pulled me back on to his face, choosing to rim me over breathing as I flicked and teased him with my tongue.

We kept this up for ages, teasing and at points torturing each other with pleasure. 

It was  almost 3am when we took a break. Realising we were both tired so, rather than a hot sweaty fuck, we opted to save it for later and get some sleep.

I woke up around 6 with a raging morning wood and Pete backed up against me with his still wet hole rubbing against it. He was holding my arm as I spooned him so I had no way of moving. Thinking he was asleep, I tried to adjust myself for comfort. As soon as I moved, Pete pressed his arse closer to me and moaned lightly. I had no idea if he was asleep or just playing but I could feel the head of my dick pressing against his hole. I knew that Pete really wanted to be woken up by getting fucked as one of his fantasies. So I obliged.

Slowly pressing my dick against his hole, he let out a light moan as I penetrated his perfect, tight, warm hole. I slowly eased into him so as not to wake him but as I bottomed out and brushed against his prostate, he let out a gasp and turned to face me.

As he let go of my arm, I played with his nipple as we kissed and I slowly fucked him. Long, deep strokes. Our moans of pleasure filled the room as I picked up the pace. I moved my hand from his nipple to his throbbing cock and wanked him as I fucked him. He moaned into my mouth as I brought him to the edge and backed off again. I wanted to make him cum at the same time as me. I edged him twice more and finally, once again with mind blowing intensity, we both came together, still kissing and muffling each other’s ecstasy. 

We were spent and tired and fell asleep again almost instantly. My dick still buried in his cum filled hole.

When I woke a couple of hours later, Pete was already up and getting ready for work. I listened with a smile as he sang to himself quietly in the shower.

We got ready for work in double quick time and parted outside his office. I hadn’t felt like this in a long time and I was really looking forward to seeing him again but I knew it would be a while.

I first met Jeff about 8 years ago. I had seen his profile online and was immediately smitten. 5 years older than myself, half a foot taller at 6’6, a solid 220, Black man, a stunning smile, bald, goatee, and a massive 9.5 inch thick cut cock. Oh yeah, he was build like a linebacker, solid muscle.

I found the idea of paying for sex more of a turn on than I anticipated. I messaged him through the hook-up app and almost immediately he responded. I  wasn’t expecting that. Long story short, we exchanged a few more messages and I decided to go for it. His fee wasn’t outrageous, and I was so enamored with him that I went for it.

When we finally did meet up, Jeff was the real deal. His cock remained brick hard for the full 90 minutes I’d bought. I slobbered all over that fuck stick and Jeff almost broke my jaw skull fucking me. I was fucked missionary, doggie, on my side, I rode on top. I couldn’t get enough of that dick and Jeff was so fucking hot as he continuously encouraged me to “enjoy that dick”.  He ended up creaming my hole after it was all over and I was thrilled to have been railed every which way. I definitely felt I got what I paid for and then some.

Jeff and I met a few more times over the years and it was more of the same. No complaints from me, I knew what I was getting and that cock was like a magnet, it has always drawn me back to him. No doubt the man was blessed to be born with with a Big Black Cock, and it didn’t hurt he was easy on the eyes and a really nice guy; with a bit of a dom side in bed.

Well, Jeff had moved away from the area for a couple of years and just recently I saw him back online on the very same app where we had met all those years ago. He reached out to me and I couldn’t resist him. Memories of all those times he pounded my pussy came flooding back to the forefront of my mind. One specific memory of him nailing me on my stomach caused my locked dick to leak. Jeff had updated his profile pics, he was still looking mighty fine. He’d grown out his goatee which now had a bit of grey, and it just made him look all the more attractive.

Jeff and I decided to meet at a nearby motel after I finished work just yesterday. I was very excited to see him again, and he said he was excited to see me, too. I believed him, even though I’d be paying him. In our recent message exchange I’d let him know I’d been taking fists these days and he said he would love to explore that with me. So I booked two hours of his time.

I checked into the motel room and began to douche really well. I’d taken along with me some gummies, poppers, gas mask, and some toys. I wore a red Nasty Pig jockstrap and my harness. I was definitely down to get fucked and fisted as the chemicals of those gummies kicked in.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard a knock on the door. It was time to reunite with Jeff. I opened the door and Jeff stepped inside. An imposing figure given his height and massive body. I couldn’t believe this man was actually in this motel room and was going to have sex with me. Jeff put his jacket down on a chair and I watched as he undid his belt buckle and pushed his khaki pants down to the carpet.

His straining bulge poked through the fabric of his black Hanes boxed briefs. I stared, mesmerized.

“Go on, that’s what I’m here for. Enjoy yourself.”

I knelt down in front of Jeff and placed my face in his crotch, and I inhaled. Ohhh, the glorious musk smell of crotch. I was becoming light headed just from the deep breaths. I pushed his boxer briefs down just enough where his hardening shaft bounced out, the eye staring me in the face.

“Oh fuck, I’ve missed this beautiful cock. Look at that, so fucking good.”

I looked up into Jeff’s twinkling eyes as he watched me dart my tongue out, swiping at that huge mushroom cockhead before opening wide and taking as much as I could down my throat. It was like being reacquainted with an old friend. The familiar feeling of my jaw stretching wide open brought be comfort. For the next 15 minutes, Jeff stood there and let me completely pig out on his cock.

I moved onto the bed and hung my head over the edge and asked Jeff to fuck my face. He reached down to twist my nipples while his cock dove in and out of my wanting throat. Jeff then pinched my nose and buried his dick all the way down to his balls. His balls were covered with a fine coat of hair. I especially loved t-bagging them, each the size of a large plum to match that ginormous shaft.

At this point my asshole was begging for something to fill it. I flipped myself over so now my ass was at the edge of the mattress, ass up, face down. Jeff coated his cock with some grease and began to feed it to my hole inch by inch, slow and steady. It felt like Jeff was splitting me open in two at first but once I hit the poppers, the switch was flipped and I began to push my hips back. Jeff slapped my ass the way I like it as he encouraged me to give his dick a good ride.  I was moaning loudly and I’m sure other people could hear me through the thin walls, but I didn’t care. I lost myself on that massive fuck tool that I was paying for.

Jeff must have been reading my mind because soon my cunt was wide open and wanted something more substantial inside it. Jeff greased up my 10 inch dildo that has some good girth and he slowly began to wedge it inside, right below his cock. I kept hitting the poppers and my pig hole responded well and the remaining inches slipped inside perfectly. I was singing like a choir boy feeling both, Jeff’s real cock, and the fake one, inside me. Then Jeff began to thrash me with the toy using his hand while he also fucked me open with his big dick. Oh my, that was truly something special.

We paused for a moment and I told Jeff I was ready to take his fist. I rolled onto my back and held my legs up and raised my pussy hole up on a pillow. Jeff’s long fingers scooped up some Crisco and he began to push it deep inside. He did this several times making sure I was coated in a good amount of it.

I grabbed the gas mask at this point and placed it over my head. I could feel Jeff’s fingers working my hole as the fumes fucked with my head. I was ready. I popped the mask off, reached down to Jeff’s hand and balled it into a fist. Then I assisted him to just shove it up inside me. Jeff pushed just past his wrist and let my hole get used to his huge hand.  That’s when I put the mask back onto my face and screamed through the mask, “punch it! Fucking punch my cunt open!”

Jeff laughed at me as I’d turned into some kind of wild sex man but he gave me exactly what I wanted. I watched Jeff flex his arm as he balanced his weight and closed fist punched my cunt right open.  Again, the octaves I achieved were surprising even me as I wailed in utter bliss.

Jeff continued to fist me in this position, on my back. He had been gut punching me right hook, left, right, left, harder and faster building up energy with every blow. The series ended with Jeff pushing his left fist inside me half way to his elbow.

“Can you take it, pig? Want my forearm in that butthole?”

Jeff liberally greased up the exposed part of his upper forearm as I hit the poppers once more and slowly, Jeff continued probing inside me, his fingers finding their way like a snake up inside me further and further until my hole closed around his entire forearm like a sleeve.

Jeff had me positioned now on all fours as he pushed my largest toy up my bum hole. Fuck that stretch was good. Then he walked over to my face and treated me to another deep face fuck. I was slobbering everywhere and choked several times.

I knew we were getting close to the two hour mark and also know that all good things come to an end. I flipped onto my back and begged Jeff to fist me while his cock was inside me, too. I wanted him to jack off inside me. I watched his face as he used my hole to get off. His movements caused me to have an assgasm and when my hole clamped down , he came very hard and his fist left my ass and he fucked his big load deep inside my ass.

Jeff laid down next to me on the bed to catch his breath while I sucked his cock to clean it off and to taste any cum I could work out of his balls. When I finished I leaned over and just looked at this fine man resting next to me. Once again Jeff had delivered the goods and my body was tingling all over.

Jeff composed himself and went to the restroom to wash up. I gathered his clothes from the floor and laid them on the bed so he could easily access them. He came out of the shower with a towel around his waist and fuck fuck fuck, he looked so hot.

I told him he was an extraordinary looking man with very special talents. I not only paid his two hour fee, but gave him a very nice tip for the amazing service he provided.

Once Jeff left, I stuffed my ass with toys as I still felt I needed to bust a second nut. In some ways getting off just using my asshole is more satisfying than having my dick in my hand. It’s much more work, but much more rewarding.

I’m sure I will see Jeff again sometime soon. Now that I’ve had some of that dick, I know I’ll need more.

“Come on Kevin, show me”

“That… that’s kinda’ gay man” Jake approaches me, making me move backwards until I hit my desk, getting cornered by his 6’7” frame.

“HAHAHA, BRO, we just slept together and I cumed on you two times in just a few hours”

“Fair, but I… I… “ he looks me directly in the eye with a cute smirk on his face “I’m embarrassed, okay?”

“Yeah, I noticed that “ he smiles, damn isn’t he handsome “Come on, you said I shouldn’t care about size” His hand moves to my waist and slowly moves down to my pajama’s elastic band. “I want to see, Kev” My face would get redder if that was possible.

“Weel, I guess I owe you”

“You owe much more man”

“Okay, okay. But let me do it”

Jake takes a step back and stands with his arms crossed. I grab my pijama shorts and take a deep breath, here we go. I take my shorts off  and close my eyes. There is a moment of silence, I’m expecting laughter but there is none. When I open one of my eyes I see Jake, his eyes and mouth are wide open, his expression shifts from surprise to worry. Then hi looks me in the eyes, mine are getting wet.  

“I… I told you I… “I’m starting to cry while trying to talk.

Suddenly, he grabs me and hugs me with strength. I’m shocked for a second and the I start sobbing. My hands scratching his back and my body moving as close to his as possible, like if I’m trying to get inside him. After a minute, Jake breaks the silence.

“Sorry”

“Sorry for wha…” Then I notice, hi is hard, AGAIN. I look down and his monstruous cock looks like a giant next to mine.

I look at Jake and he is face is red, THE FUCKER IS TURED ON!!! I push him.

“Really!? This makes you horny?”

“Fuck, sorry Kevin. It’s just, I don’t know, mine is so MUCH bigger than yours, just thinking about how small you look next to me, in like, EVERY way, fuck”

“Come on man! Don’t flex like that, I know I’m not much, but you don’t need to remind me like that. I’m not that small anyways, like, I got muscle”

He laughs.

“What’s so funny?” I’m angry now.

“Oh, you were serious? Yeah, yeah, you hit the gym, it’s noticeable”

“Spill it, Jake. Why are you laughing”

“Look, don’t take this personally, I know you are in shape, like you can run and you are flexible, but you are skinny, man”

“What!? No, I’m not!”

“Man, look” he grabs me by the arm, just next to my armpits. “Show me your strength” His hand is big enough to go all around my biceps, even if I’m trying to flex, it doesn’t make him flinch. “You don’s have muscle, bro. Not even your legs are big”

Jake grabs me by my armpits like a kid and puts me on my desk. He then grabs one of my legs and moves it upwards. He flexes his gigantic arm and his biceps is bigger than my thighs. I don’t know if I feel angry, offended or horny; probably all of them.

“Your butt is the only thing big in you, bro. Sorry to say it, but I think you know better than anybody”

I’m so angry that I try to punch Jake, but he is still grabbing my leg so he just moves me without any effort. He uses his other hand to grab my wrists in a fast movement and he “cuffs” me against the wall. We both breath heavily in silence. Then I feel it, his monster cock head is touching my microdick. We lock eyes and the look down. All of my junk is smaller than just his head, about 4 times smaller. He starts to leak a drop of precum as he rubs his sausage on my crotch, totally eclipsing it. I’m horny as fuck, but I’m even more angry.

“Kevin, could you…?” Jake starts strocking his anacondsa with both hands, liberating me.

“No.” I move pass him and very quickly grab his shorts and tank top “Here” I push his cloths to his chest and start to push him out.

Jake is so shocked that he just moves along, until he is naked on the hall.

“Wait!” I close the door.

After that I spend some time next to the door, listening how Jake struggles to dress. He knocks a couple times, apologizing, but in the end he gets tired and leaves. I then start to think about what happened, I realize that he was right. I already know that I’m small, but then why was I so angry? I lay in bed thinking about it, and my hand moves by itself to my cock. I start playing with it, as if it was a clit, I can’t stop my mind from thinking about Jake. My dick feels good but it doesn’t work as it used to. Without realizing, my other hand reaches my butt.

I turn around and bury my face in my mattress, imagining it’s Jake’s pecs. I also imagine that he is grabbing my butt cheeks while I play with them, and eventually I start playing with my hole. I have never done anything like this, but it feels amazing. My finger starts to explore, after a couple of minutes it goes inside, and after a bit more, a second finger follows. I start moaning Jake’s name and then I see it, my towel, the one covered in his cum. I can’t believe what I’m doing, burring my nose and liking the towel with Jake’s cum, fingering my asshole with 3 fingers. I go faster and, faster, I even try to use a forth one, and finally, I have a huge orgasm. I squish and smell the towel as if it was a teddy bear.

There, laying in my bed my cum covered towel, I finally figure it out. I wasn’t angry about Jake teasing me about being small. I was angry at myself for getting so horny about it. The same when he trapped me with only one hand over my desk. I think I developing feelings for Jake…

My boyfriend, Mitch and I were staying with my dad for the weekend. This year Halloween fell on Saturday and we wanted to be in The City for it. Halloween was Mitch’s favorite holiday. Now that we were 21 he wanted to spend the evening in a club.

I don’t know how it happened but on one drunken’ night my boyfriend got me to confess my secret desires. It was like he knew and was just trying to get me to admit it. He would bring it up all the time. I was embarrassed but he truly seemed to like it.

He joked that he would dress up like my dad for Halloween and then we could have some roleplaying fun. We hadn’t done that before and I didn’t think I was ready to. We were both into horror movies so he decided to dress up as Michael Myers. He wanted me to dress like Jamie Lee Curtis from the movie but I didn’t think anyone would get it unless I was standing next to him. I really thought it would be cool if I dressed as M3GAN. I think I just like wearing wigs.

 We compromised and I agreed to wear my costume without underwear and use thigh high stockings instead of tights. I told him he better not give me a boner while we were out. He just laughed and said we’ll see. He also had his kinks and I wanted to know all of them.

We had a great evening out and I felt like I drank just the right amount for the night. I was also feeling horny most of the night and wanted to fuck as soon as we got back to my dad’s place. In the Uber my boyfriend kept whispering in my ear.

“Daddy is gonna fuck you real good tonight. I bet you can’t wait for Daddy’s cock.”

“Quit it” I told him. I was so hard listening to him.

“Do you think your tight little hole is gonna fit daddy’s big cock.”

“Shut up!” I said feeling my cock leaking.

“Tonight is the night your dreams are gonna come true.”

I reached over and felt his hard cock. This talk was turning him on as well. My ass was also twitching thinking about getting fucked soon.      

“Don’t worry I won’t be jealous.” He said to me.

“What?” I said looking at him.

“I won’t be jealous when your daddy fucks you.”

“Does it really turn you on thinking of me fucking my dad?” I asked wondering if he had the same fetish I did.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to watch you get fucked by your dad.” He said in my ear and I almost came.

We entered my dad’s place and found him sitting on the couch watching TV. It wasn’t unusual to find him watching TV this late at night. We said hi and I grabbed my boyfriend’s hand and led him down the hall. He stopped me and said he was gonna grab a glass of water from the kitchen. Then, in my ear he said he wanted me to get my ass ready for him. He wanted to find me on all fours ready to be fucked when he entered the room.

It took him awhile to come to the room. My hole was more than ready. I heard the door open and close. I turned and looked. He had the Michael Myers mask back on and just stood there. It was a little scary and hot watching him just stand there in the darkened room. I was ready to be fucked so I wiggled my ass at him. I watched him turn towards my ass and stare. He rubbed his crotch, I bet he was just as hard as I was.

He pulled his cock out from his coveralls and I did a double take. I have seen my boyfriend’s cock many, many times up close and personal. This cock was not his. This cock was longer and thicker. This cock was pinker and was really hard. It was sticking straight out and looked good. He moved forward and got closer to the bed.

Where was my boyfriend and who’s cock was this. As soon as the thought crossed my mind I realized it must be my dad’s cock. Is it? Could it really be him? I was so horny I decided to not give it another thought. I got up and moved to the end of the bed and sat down.

“Oh god, I am so horny. Give me that cock.” I said playing along.  

He moved right in front of me. He still wore the mask and didn’t say anything. I reached my hand out and grabbed his cock. I was pretty sure I was holding my dad’s cock. My hand wrapped around his thickness. His cock felt warm and throbbed in my hand. I ran my hand along his length. He felt so good, big and manly. I have maybe seen my dad’s dick once. I never imagined this is what it would look like hard. I needed it in my mouth. But first I needed to feel him.

I ran my face along his length. I breathed him in. His scent was musky and made my cock throb. His cock felt good against my skin as I stroked him across my face. I felt his precum rub across my cheeks. He was as horny as I was. He still hadn’t said a word. He just stood there letting me play with his big daddy cock. I looked up at him in the dark room. I could barely see his eyes behind the Michael Myers mask. They were intense and turned me on even more.

I licked his cockhead, collecting his precum on my tongue. He tasted sweet and salty. It made my mouth water. I wanted more. I inserted his hard cock into my willing mouth. I wrapped my lips tightly around him and sucked. That got a moan out of him. I loved it. I kept sucking and taking more and more of his shaft down my throat. The costume had a zipper at the crotch. I carefully stretched it out and pulled his balls out. I wanted them in my mouth too. I wanted to suck on the source of where I came from. I knew his balls were full of my brothers and sisters and I wanted them in me.

I loved all the hair on his sack. My boyfriend shaved but I found hairy bodies sexy. My dad was hairy and I wanted to see his body. I got up and my dad took a step back. I reached for the zipper at the top and unzipped it down his waist. At his waist there was one button and below that was the zipper I had already undone. I helped my boyfriend put on the costume so I knew how to take it off.

The coveralls fell to the floor and I got to admire my dad’s naked body. His skin was pale in the moonlight and his golden chest hair shined in the room. His nipples were hard and I wanted them. I sucked on each one and got more moans out of him. I wanted to take his mask off and kiss him but I don’t think he was ready for that. I think he needed the illusion of the mask, hiding his face from me.

I went back to sucking his swollen dick and got it covered in my saliva. My ass was itching for his cock. I’ve been needing a fucking all night long. I couldn’t wait any longer. This was a dream of mine and I needed it now before I came all over myself with excitement.

I pulled off his cock and crawled in the bed and got on all fours. I wiggled my ass at him, it got his attention. I don’t know if this was what he thought would happen when he came into my room. Maybe he just wanted a blowjob but I wanted more, needed more. I backed up, got on my knees and spread my ass cheeks exposing my ready hole. I worked it long enough and needed his cock in me, now.

“Come on Michael Myers, this hole is begging for you. I need you in me, so fucking bad. Please don’t make me wait.”

He took a step forward. This was happening. He put one hand on my ass cheek. He squeezed it than rubbed into my soft flesh. He brought his other hand up, now both hands were rubbing my ass. I got back on all fours. He spread my ass open. I felt the cool air on my exposed hole.

“Fuck!” I heard him whisper. The first word he said.

“Yeah, give it to me big guy.” I moaned.

I felt his cockhead rub against my asshole a few times. I don’t know if he was teasing me or trying to decide if he should be doing this. But it was too late, there was no going back now. I pushed back into him. I tried getting his cock in me on my own. Soon, I felt his hands hold onto my hips, firmly, and held me in place. Then I felt his cockhead start to push in trying to get past my tight ring. I relaxed and let my dad in. I felt his mushroom head get past my opening then I felt his length side deep into my love tunnel. Soon, I was full of my father. He was bigger than my boyfriend and I loved it. He was stretching me out so good I needed more. I rocked my hips and my dad got the hint. Slow at first, he would slide out then slowly slide right back in. He got faster and faster. Soon he was fucking me like a man in need, like a man full of lust.

I was so turned on, shivers coursed through my body. I could feel the pressure in my balls. I was close. I leaned up and pressed my back against my dads hairy chest. He wrapped his arms around me as he fucked into my tight hole. I felt so good wrapped in his arms. My cock bouncing with each thrust.

“I’m so close, don’t stop!” I moaned. His head was right beside mine. His Michael Myers’ mask rubbed against my cheek. “Are you close? I wanna feel you cum inside me”

“Yeah” he whispered in my ear. He fucked me harder and deeper. I wanted to watch him cum, maybe some other time.

“Grab my cock, daddy, I need you to make me cum.”

“Uh-huh” he said as I felt his hand lower down my body and grab my stiff cock. His hand felt rough and strong. My leaking shaft was soon covered in my precum. His hand collected all my precum and soon he was jacking me like it was his own cock. I loved what he was doing. His long thick cock was fucking, hard, and his strong rough hand was stroking my length.

“Oh god, I feel it coming, don’t stop, Oh god…you…feel…so fucking good. I love it!” I screamed. My orgasm coursed through my body, wave after wave of pleasure. My body shook as he held me close. “Yes, yes, yes!” I blasted my load all over my bed.

“Oh…Fuck…Yeah!” my dad moaned as I felt his hot jizz blast deep inside of me. He shivered as he held me tight. My body felt weak, I felt like I might pass out.

“Oh wow.” I said sleepily.

“Happy Halloween” he whispered to me as he slowly pulled out.

I felt empty without him. He moved away, and I collapsed on the bed. I heard the door open and close. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I heard someone come into the room, clean me up and then snuggle next to me. It was like a dream.

I woke up the next day. I was alone in bed. It was late afternoon, and I had a bit of a headache. I got up to take some Advil. I knew my dad had some in his bathroom. I made my way into his room and found the Mike Myers costume on the floor by his bed. My cock throbbed at the memory of last night’s fuck.

I get back into bed and grabbed my phone and saw that I had two text messages. One was for my boyfriend saying he had to go run some errands and he would see me tonight. The other one was from my dad saying “I hope you had a fun Halloween; I know I did.”                

Camping was a favorite pastime of mine. Being out in the middle of nature by myself was calming after time working. I wanted to do it as much as possible, although my job limited the amount of time that I had. Luckily, I was packing up to head off to one of the camp sites that was only about an hour away from the town I lived in. One thing that made this trip more exciting than any other trip was that one of my friends was coming on the trip with me.

My friend was named Matt. He was practically the perfect man in any way. If you wanted someone who had abs, he did. If you wanted someone with nice hair, he had that too. His eyes were dreamy, and he had a very nice wide chest. He clearly went to the gym. He wasn’t too built or veiny like a bodybuilder, and he was still down to earth enough to go camping with me this weekend. 

I put my tent inside of the trunk of my car. Then, I put my hammer into the trunk as well as my clothes. Matt came to my side, and he picked up his suitcase. I glanced at him as he shoved it into the trunk. My heart raced as I saw his arms flex. He looked so hot lifting his suitcase. I wished that I was his suitcase. 

I shook my head, and I walked away to the driver’s side. I opened the door, and I sat down, starting my car’s engine. Matt sat down in the passenger seat, and we drove off together toward the camp site. The entire drive took about an hour. Seeing all of the trees put me at ease, and I could see how chilly it was out today. 

We arrived at the camp site, and we set up our tents. However, I was staring at Matt whenever I could, stealing long glances while he set up his tent for the night. It was very cold out as night drew closer, and we set up a fireplace between our tents. I used my lighter to light the wood on fire.

“Did you bring the smores stuff?” Matt asked. I nodded, and I pulled out a large bag of marshmallows, a small bag of Ghirardelli chocolates, and a brand new box of graham crackers. I handed some of the graham crackers and a handful of marshmallows to Matt. 

“You look pretty nice.” I said, staring at him as he roasted his marshmallow. He smirked at me, and my eyes widened. What did I just say? Why did I let that slip out of my mouth! I didn’t mean to say that. It was a thought!

“I do?” Matt teased. 

“I meant your marshmallow does, it’s all nice and golden. It looks crispy.” I shivered in embarrassment, and I started making a s’more out of my marshmallow and a graham cracker, snapping the cracker in half. I put a piece of chocolate between the marshmallow and the cracker. 

“Uh huh, are you sure that’s what you meant?” Matt asked. I tried to look up nonchalantly. The stars were quite beautiful, but they weren’t enough to distract me from his teasing. His presence was overwhelming now that the cat was out of the bag. 

“I-I…my tongue slipped,” I said, trying to defend myself. He smiled at me, and he leaned forward in his chair. 

“You’re blushing red.” Then, he stood up, and he brought his chair right next to mine. I watched him as he walked over, my eyes wide open. He sat next to me in silence for a moment, and he glanced over at me. “It’s going to be cold tonight.”

“Y-yeah, you’re right.” I tried to calm myself down, but he was so close to me. He was so hot. The way that the flames of the fireplace cast shadows onto his face made him harder to read, and it made him so much hotter. Knowing he could be thinking anything made me feel so tense, but in the best way possible. 

“We should probably use one tent tonight. We can help keep each other warm with our bodies.” Shock raced through my body, and I turned to look at him. He smirked at my reaction, and he reached out to touch my face after setting down the stick with his marshmallow speared on the end. 

He cupped my chin with one hand, holding it softly while he pressed his thumb against my lip. I simply stared at him. I was so confused, but my body wasn’t. I found myself nodding into his hand, leaning into his touch like an obedient dog. 

“It’s also probably a good idea to go to bed early, so we can enjoy the morning. Don’t you think so?”

“Y-yes.” I hastily agreed, stumbling over my words. We put out the fire, and the two of us entered my tent. It was a bit bigger than his. I also had the larger sleeping bag despite being skinny and shorter than him. I stripped down to my underwear, taking off my shirt and shorts. I laid down in my sleeping bag, laying on my side. 

I looked at a star tracking app on my phone, using some of my phone’s data. Then, I turned my phone off for the night, lying against the pillow that I brought with me on every trip. I’d washed the cover before this trip, just in case. I was glad that I did, although I never expected that this would happen. 

Then, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist, and Matt crawled into my sleeping bag right behind me. His hands pulled me against him like I was some sort of pillow, and I felt his breath against the back of my neck. 

“You’re so nice and warm, Sam,” Matt whispered into my left ear. I sighed, and I leaned back against him, pressing my body and ass against his chest and lap. He pulled me tighter against him. 

Then, his hands started moving up my chest. His fingers danced across my sides, sending shivers down my spine. He made me reach up and cover my mouth, making me moan. Then, I heard him make a Tsk Tsk noise. 

“Don’t cover your mouth, I want to hear your sweet little moans.” I dropped my hand, and I could practically imagine what his smirk looked like without even seeing it. It was so hot. 

He continued touching my body, running a hand across my back. As his hand reached my lower back, he dipped it into my underwear, grabbing my hip tightly. My moans started filling the tent, and he wasn’t even fucking me. He was just touching me all over. 

Matt then brought his hands back up to my chest, and I moaned loudly as he tweaked both of my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. His hands cupped my pecs, and he planted kisses across my shoulder blades. I was so hard from the pleasure. 

He moved one hand down to feel my crotch area, keeping the other up by my pecs, pinching one of my nipples with two fingers to make me cry out in pleasure. Sweat covered my body, and I was losing my mind in his grasp, rocking my hips back against him as I shuddered in his grasp. 

“You’re hard. I am too,” Matt said. 

“F-fuck me, Matt. Please!” I begged, leaning my head back against his chest and shoulder. He pulled down his underwear, and he spit on his hand before stroking himself for a moment. Then, he pushed into my ass. There was a moment of pain as his cock stretched my asshole, and then the pleasure returned.

My hands clenched as he started thrusting into me slowly. He held me against him as he fucked me, making my cock bob up and down. He planted a kiss on my neck, and then he bit me. He didn’t bite me hard, but he left a mark. My body twitched.

“Fuck me harder please!” I moaned, unable to control my own voice. Even my voice wasn’t under my control any longer because of the pleasure. But that was okay because I was being made into Matt’s little toy. 

“Your ass is so fucking tight!” Matt yelled as he started fucking me faster. I sputtered and gasped as he hammered into my sore hole. I went limp in his grasp, twitching ever so often in pleasure as he started molding my ass into the ass of a slut. A slut desperate for his attention. 

Then, it happened. He shot his load deep into my ass, claiming me as his own. The warmth spread through my ass. He didn’t withdraw his cock, but he did keep his arms around me, kissing the back of my head softly. 

“We should camp more often.”

“Y-yes. I agree. But only if you fuck me like that again.”

“Deal. You were so good. And so tight.”

I went to bed feeling completely exhausted, but I also felt so incredibly good. It wasn’t something I’d give up ever.

I drive a scooter and usually to Ali along with me. But with the three of us going out we would need a car. Alison doesn’t like driving but her brother does. He inherited this car and it was beautiful. It was a blue 1968 Dodge Charger. 

“Shotgun.” I shouted 

 The weather was warm. I was dressed pretty casually, a nice shirt, board shorts and some Birkenstocks, Alison in a nice white shirt, some denim short shorts and her brother Kelly in some nice shorts and wearing some vans authentics. He drove the car fast. Maybe he was trying to show off. We talked casually and got to our destination. we decided that we would eat chipotle. We walk inside and I felt a bit awkward since I was banging both of these siblings but at separate times. It’s almost incestuous. Oh if my girl found she would kill is both. A woman finding out she is being cheated on is one thing but cheated on with a man let alone her own brother!

“So what do you feel like having?” Ali asked

“ I don’t know yet.” I said

“Well hurry up, and Choose something .” Blurted out Kelly.

“ What the fuck is your problem?” I asked playfully.

“I got things to do man, can’t wait all day.” He said

“Calm down you two.” Ali said

Why was Kelly playing around too much, he was getting pretty familiar with me and in front of Alison. As I’m sitting down, I start eating my bowl. Kelly and Allison are sitting in front of me.

We share with each other and I shared my bowl with Alison but she didn’t really want mine so I ate off hers. However while I was eating Kelly just went in to get some of mine.

“I’ll try some.” He said

He leaned over and tried getting some of my bowl and our hands bumping. I’m left handed so his his right hand went right in front and bumped me then he thought it was funny so we sword fought a bit with the forks. 

 Allison starts again with playing footsie. She puts her foot up on my crotch getting it hard. I think Kelly may have seen my face because he keep eyeing me a bit.

Allison talks to her brother while doing this to me. She asks Kelly how his girlfriend is doing, to which he responds ‘fine’. To Allison she mouthed out ‘fighting’ to me. 

So Kelly is fighting with his girl and looking for some fun with me? Horny bastard. Ali just finished up with my hard cock. It was leaking precum and I thought maybe a wet spot may develop. I was too horny to think and decided alright I got you girl. I slipped my sandal off and caressed her leg up and down to make her wet. Such a silky smooth leg, such a long leg  I thought. I was getting a wet spot for sure in my shorts.

“Gotta get more .” Ali said as she got up.

Wait I saw her getting up and yet I was still on her leg. Oh please, don’t tell me… not again. Ali was already going to get napkins and I go down further the leg and felt a shoe. I look down and nearly squirt, once again I’m playing footsie with Kelly, and he is acting like nothing is happening. All this in a split second I retract my leg. I hope she didn’t notice. After sitting down I had trouble controlling my sweating and my dick but Kelly seems cool as a cucumber. 

As we kept talking , Kelly kept yapping about his college and possibly joining a frat, he was so arrogant the way he spoke about girls and saying frat boys do a lot of fucking. 

“Right Cesar.” He said

“Uh yeah, I wasn’t in a frat, I went to community college.” I said

“Oh, well that’s a shame, you would have been a shoe in at mine.” He said

When he said the word ‘shoe’ I indeed felt a ‘shoe in’… it was his shoe touching the side of my ankle. Maybe by accident? Not sure. It’s moving upwards. Oh fuck. Do I move? Do I make a scene? If I do he will say something. What kind of game is he playing.

As he rubs his shoe up my leg near my crotch he talks about how he and his girlfriend plan on trying to take one class together at college. I can’t believe he is talking about his girl while playing footsie with a guy.

“Cesar Do you want some soda.” Ali asked

“Huh?” I said

“Soda, do you want?” She asked

“Uh I don’t know…” I said as Kelly’s shoe reaches my crotch and taps my dick.

“No, no ,no…woah” I uttered out

“What?” Ali asked

“I meant no, uh I try not to drink soda to often, you know gotta keep in shape, my abs may disappear.” I said 

I used my hand to push Kelly’s shoe off my dick. His shoe felt like it had a sticky wet spot in the bottom. He brought his leg down slowly running down my leg.

“Yeah… you wouldn’t wanna lose those abs. Best to keep them in shape while young, gets you some action haha.” Kelly said in a sadistic way.

We had finished up and Allison said she would use the restroom I decided to wait there and waited for her to be out of view. 

“Idiot, she’s gonna find out. Stop doin this shit in public.” I told Kelly

“Nothing happened, no one died calm down.” He said

Now I gotta clean up, shit. I rush to the rest room and go in the handicap stall. I grab some paper towels to wet and rub over the cum spots. I rub my underwear and try to dry my shorts. I hear someone coming in to the bathroom. The footsteps go towards the sink I think nothing of it. But I look and see some white vans. It’s Kelly for sure. I don’t know what he wants.

I go to open the stall but he covers my mouth and pushes me back in.

“Shhh don’t make noise. Keep calm.” He said

“What the fuck do you want?” I said

“I want you boy, I want to be all yours.” He said

He started kissing me on my neck and grabbed my dick. His hand was firm and strong. He squatted down and tugged my shorts down hard, next my underwear. My dick popped out ***boing***. Now Kelly looked at it with his mouth slightly open and his blue eyes glistening with the light. His right hand began stroking and jerking me while his left hand cradled my balls.

“Ooo, yeah .” I moan

“No noise” he whispered 

I wanted him to suck it quick but he shook his head but I pushed the back of his head towards it and he put a bit in his mouth. His hands were rubbing around my ass as he sucked me. He was smooth with his hands. He smacked my ass and made me nearly cum. 

“Babe? Are you ok in there?” Allison said

“Shit Kelly.” I said

We got off each other and Kelly rolled under the stall. 

He went to wash his mouth and hands.

“Be right out.” He said

I can hear him go out and tell her that I wasn’t having stomach problems and taking a big dump. And he also had a bit of a problem but less. 

“Don’t worry he is almost done I was just checking up on him after.” Kelly said nervously 

I tried to wash my dick because I didn’t want his sister to see the slobber from her brother. I come out of there and act like all is normal. The drive home was sort of quiet. We had nothing to do at home, Kelly called his girlfriend over. Her name was Camila and she was a gorgeous looking Hispanic girl. Seeing white boy Kelly with this tanned girl sort of made me horny as I imagine that he may like tan skin. Maybe this is why he is turned on by me.

We smoke weed and drink and Kelly brings out this card game. Truth or Dare.

“Let’s make this evening a little more interesting.” He said

What is he planning? Alison said that Kelly was always sneaky and would usually tattle to his mom to get his sister in trouble when they were growing up. Kelly oddly sits right next to me during the game, his leg will inch closer to touch mine. 

“He is like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” She whispered 

Kelly looked harmless, his blue eyes had a puppy eyed look. I look through those cards and see naked people on the cover I realize it’s a sex truth or dare.

“What?!” I said

This is weird but we all agree to be adults about it. I pick truth when my turn came. ‘When did I lose my virginity’ I say at 15. Allison chose Dare, she got dared to rub my crotch and leg up and down. Jean chose dare, she had to kiss Kelly on his chest and nipples with his shirt off. Kelly chose truth; ‘wildest place he had a sexual encounter?’ 

“In a public bathroom stall.” He said

I felt my heart drop, he needs to relax. My turn and I choose dare. I needed to kiss all the players. Allison said go for it. I kissed her first, then looked at Kelly before kissing Jean, he nodded like it’s fine. Now it came for me and Kelly. The girls started getting a bit excited, 

“Woooo let’s go.” Said Allison

The look we gave each other was sort of like ‘okay here goes..’ we close our eyes and kiss. This was the first time I kissed a man for real. His lips were soft but strong. He smelled so good, like mouthwash mint. 

“Okay boys…that’s a little too long” said Jean

“Ah sorry just wanted to make the game good.” Said Kelly

Allison had this look on her face. She looked jealous. Kelly looked at her with a smirk and at me with a wink.

Jean ended up leaving early because she had to work in the morning. Kelly drove her home. While they were gone I fucked Allison until I was able to cum. She ended getting tired and going to bed. 

I went downstairs to get a soda and some food, and Kelly returned home. He was now dressed in a different outfit, a blue shirt, instead of pink, and blue shoes to match.

“Ahhaa…Still up” He asked 

“Oh yeah, I got hungry.” I said

“I’m not talking about your stomach, I’m talking about below that.” He said while pointing at my crotch.

Once again I’m in my boxers with the little opening by the dick. And my erection pops through a bit.

“Oh fuck” I said stuffing it back in.

“No don’t worry hehe” he said 

He steps up close to me and looks at my lips. He bends his knees to be a bit shorter than me, I can see he wants to be submissive. He grabs my dick and then balls and cups them in his hand. 

His icy blue eyes stare hard at me. My feet curl and stretch out. My long toes touch the top of his shoes. 

He starts to pull on my dick hard. He yanks it like it was a leash and leads me to the garage. It was warm in there. I’m stumbling out of my shorts and sandals.

Kelly then kicks my sandals to the side and kneels before my massive dick. He just starts swallowing it slowly, making gargle sounds as it he sucks deeper.

This guy can seriously suck dick real good, ufff. 

“Ahhh you’re so good, yeah keep sucking that cock.” I whisper to him

Kelly’s blue eyes look up at me as he is swallowing my cock, looking for my approval. Despite his size, being a bit taller and masculine looking, Kelly has another side to him, he can be submissive, he looks so delicate as he works my cock like a lollipop.

“ I want your dick boy. I want it, I want it to be all mine.” He said

“Ufff ahh.” I moan

He squeezed my dick hard and looks up

“Is this dick mine?” Kelly said

“Yes, it’s yours baby, keep sucking it good.” I said

Kelly gets on the kitchen counter with his shorts on, and he undoes his pants. Kelly grabs the back of my head and pushes me hard to kiss him. 

I don’t wanna kiss him no! I’m straight. 

“C’mon get me loose baby, kiss me and get me hot , just close your eyes and pretend I’m your girlfriend.” He whispered

I grabbed his dick and started jerking it off. I could feel how hard it felt in my left hand. I could see the precum beginning to leak out of his dick. Kelly starts working out his pants, they start dangling at his ankles, then he kicks them off. My own cock felt his pants and underwear as they came down. I helped get them off his ankles. I left his shoes on, his narrow feet was able to squeeze through the pant legs. His shoes were a pair of vans, navy blue authentics. Soon his two shoes went behind me against my ass cheeks and pushed me forward.

Now my hard cock was on his balls, I loved the warmth we were creating between us. Kelly’s right hand went for my dick and began to jerk it, while I simultaneously jerked his with my left hand.

“Fuck me daddy.” Kelly said

“Fuck me right here.” He said

My cock started to go in , my big fat head had to push through hard, I brushed against his p-spot as I went in and out slowly. Kelly tried his hardest to stay quiet. He was on his back while his legs went over my shoulders. His asshole flexed and squeezed from time to time. His shoes were still on his feet, they were right next to my face. It actually turned me on that he still wore his shoes while being fucked. They smelled nice, like flowers but a bit sweaty but it was a clean sweat smell. 

He was all sweaty on his face, his black hair sticking to his forehead falling just above his eyes. Kelly was so delicate. His skin was so soft and smooth, and his fragrance reminds me of a girl a bit. And yet he was still muscular and masculine looking when I’m not fucking him. He likes to be turned into a bitch. 

I lift him from the counter, holding him and with my dick still inside him. I fucking him standing up while he’s in the air. And I spin around and begin to walk slowly to the couch. 

“I want you to jump on it up and down baby.” I command him 

“Yes sir.” He says

Kelly turns while still on me and sits down, he starts going up and down. Keeping his shoed feet planted on top of my thighs before the knee. He goes up and down fast, we keep on like this for a while.

“Ahhh, yes baby.” I said

“I’m all yours daddy.” He says

“Ufff I’m gonna nut.” I moan

“Wait” he whispers

Kelly steps off me and his ass gets off my dick. My cock is super hard and red. Kelly left two shoe prints on my leg. They were the waffle print from the soles of his vans.

“I left you a mark baby, that means you’re mine haha.” He says “…gimme that milk,”

“Gimme your boy milk…dame leche…” he says 

“Si baby…toma…” I said in Spanish even though I spoke mostly Portuguese not Spanish.

I jerk off hard while he kneels before me like a dog waiting for a treat and I splurge out three, no four loads , they shot out on his face, and at the same time his load shoots out and ends up landing on top of my feet.

Kelly started licking the sperm off his face and then lo and behold and crotches down and began to lick some of his own cum off the tops of my bare feet. I flexed my foot up and down a bit as he licked it. 

“Wow baby you’re so hot.” I said

Wait what am I saying, I am a straight guy. Kelly looked kinda cute on the ground licking my toes and the sucking on them. He licked the soles of my feet until I started getting ticklish and let out a giggle.

“ alright better get a move on.” Kelly said

“Sure yeah let’s go.” I said as I put my clothes on.

“This didn’t happen, all is normal alright.” Kelly said

“Of course…” I said

“Good boy. “ Kelly says as he pats my head for a moment 

We started to get our clothes on, Kelly got fully dressed and we just stayed on the kitchen floor, talking a bit, being bros, I started talking about my own life, how my grandparents raised me and we were basically poor.

“And Your parents?” He asked

“My dad took off before I was born, my mom tried to keep it together but sadly she passed away when I was 4, when I was barely old enough to remember, my grandparents took me in. My dad was awarded custody and took me but after a year he gave me back and got married started a new family, I have some half brothers and sisters I never really see.”

Kelly is a good listener, he tells me he is sorry to hear all that and puts his hand on my knee. 

“Hey I feel you bro. you got dealt with some shitty dad, but he’s the only parent you got so… Kelly said but i interrupted,

“Don’t get mushy on me. I’m not sad about any of that it’s in the past” I said as I got to my feet and I pull Kelly up to his feet. We stare at each other in an awkward silence. 

Kelly gets behind me to kick my ass gently to move on up stairs. I head to his room quick and before we showered, we glance at each other and stare in each others eyes.

I could sense sexual tension as the two of us, my dick got hard once again. Kelly stepped back a bit, his ass touching my dick. My heart was pounding, he was hoping for me to hold him, my toes were close enough to touch his shoe. My dick was close enough to touch his hole. I held his hand and kissed his neck and then we both kissed. We quickly realized we had to stop. I had to leave the room and shower.

“Goodnight.” We both said

I went into bed with Ali and felt guilty, she awoke as I got into bed and began jerking me off and then started to suck my dick. 

This is almost incestuous, her brother had just been on this dick. She sucked me off until I came in her mouth. She ended up swallowing the cum.

“Wow that wasn’t as much as usual, usually you give off at least three full blasts” she said

“Well I don’t know we fucked earlier so I’m a bit dry.” I said

I slept like a rock, just like my dick. 

The sun began creeping through the window, waking me up first, I was bored so I decided to go down and make coffee. I tip toe downstairs. The house makes a creaking noise, despite my best efforts to walk as light as possible. My bare toes creek down the stairs and onto the cool tiled floor of the kitchen. It sent shivers up my legs.

I have a full on woody this morning, it always happens after I wake up. It was full on hard, all I needed was someone to take care of it. All of a sudden I felt a hand go in my little shorts. 

“Woah…hmmmhmm.” I tried to speak but the other hand covered my mouth.

Kelly!!! Bastard, I could not even hear him come down. He was extremely quiet, well it was his house maybe he knew a way not to make noise. I had my ass against his crotch and chest. He was shirtless, his body was cool, ouch!! I thought. Kelly moaned and rubbed against my warm body and he absorbed my heat.

“Uuuhhh yeah, you like that, you’re so warm, …I’m hard again.” Kelly whispered 

I felt his dick through our pajamas. 

He literally had me hostage, with his hand in my shorts and squeezing my dick, he lead me upstairs, this was nerve racking, what if Ali wakes up and sees this, she’ll kill us both!! 

I tried to stop walking but he let pushing, if I didn’t move he would kick the heels of my bare feet. And then he would kick at my ankle and scrape and step on my pinky toe. Kelly was wearing some blue slippers with a rubber sole. That rubber would burn if I’m he started kicking at my feet. I walk into his bedroom and i stand there with this huge hard on.

“Take it off.” He demanded 

Kelly was such a spoiled brat, he wouldn’t take no for an answer, he just took whatever he wanted, it wasn’t fair. Kelly just got on his knees and took my shorts off and shoved my dick in his mouth. 

“You fucking bastard.” I whisper 

He just looks up at me while sucking, his icy blue eyes give off a cold glare

“How can you do this to your own sister.” I said

Plop!! 

“Mmhmmm. I am a bastard, literally, and I don’t care, She always gets what she wants. It’s my turn.” He said

Oohhh wow, Kelly is sucking dick better than his sister, it’s making my dick throb and having it fill up with semen.

“Save that semen for my hole…” he says

He takes off his pajama pants and gets on his bed on all fours. What else can I do, I’ve got an ass right there. I’m straight, I know  am, but an ass is an ass, I won’t say no.

I insert my cock into him hole and it was much easier now. Kelly moans and I tell him to shut up. He begins to moan into his pillow, i hold my moans inside and just breathe and I fuck him fast and hard. My pelvic thrusts are hitting his cheeks in a fast rhythm, it sounds like someone slapping bread dough with their open palm.

Sweat drips down my body and onto his. This spoiled brat I’m fucking keeps telling me I’m so good and the best. I change positions and lay sideways with him, I have his one leg in the air dangling and moving around while I thrust. 

“We gotta hurry before she wakes up,” I whisper 

“You’re the boss, just cum inside me, give it to me, give it to me daddy.” He said

“Oooohhhh…” I moan

Kelly’s ass tightens and I started shooting huge loads inside him. Three big ones and a small one after. My swollen dick had to stay still for a sec, Kelly started jerking his dick with his right hand and feeling my legs with his left and i grabbed his hand and fingers interlocked. That did it!!! Kelly came, he shot a huge load onto his sheets.

“Great now the cleaning lady will notice that, I’ll have to pay her extra to keep her quiet and from telling my mom.” He whispered 

“Spoiled brat, just man up and tell your Mommy you’re a big boy now.” I playfully tell him 

“Fuck you,” he said

“Well we just ummm, fucked” I Said

“Get out now…” said Kelly

I disconnected myself from Kelly and for a second we were both repulsed at what we just did.

“Get out of my room now. I gotta clean up.” He said

“Don’t you have a wipe I can use in your room.” 

He threw a little towel, we were both extremely sweaty , we would need to shower or his sister would get suspicious.

Ali wasn’t awake nor aware of what just happened. We each showered and changed, well I stay in my boxer shorts, Kelly decided to be extra and wear a robe and slippers.

“Let me help you set up breakfast.” He said

Great !Kelly was gonna help me in the kitchen to make breakfast. We made some small talk while cooking

“Hey Kelly, When i called you a bastard, I didn’t actually mean it, just so you know I was playing.” I said

“No it’s cool, I actually am, that man in the photo there…” he pointed at a family portrait of his mom, dad and sister “..he’s not really my dad, I don’t know who my real

Dad was or if he is even alive, my mom said he bolted as soon as she found out she was pregnant with me…” Kelly said

“Wow, I’m sorry that happened to you and your mom, we have that in common, I got my own deadbeat dad.” I said

“Yeah I know , I don’t tell too many people this, but you would understand, anyway my pregnant mom meets this guy and she married him and he adopted me like his own.” He said

“So you’re sister is your half-sister?” I said

“Well actually…” he started but was interrupted by a cheery voice

“Wow this all smells good, you boys are awesome!” Ali said

She was only in a bra, and panties.

I glared at her, she’s literally naked in front of her brother, well half-brother. 

“Aren’t you cold?” I asked

“No, are you?” She asked while pointing at me

I was only in my boxers . She had a point, and I was getting a boner,

 “Aww man. Sorry.” I said

“No need to apologize, you’re a guy, it happens in the morning all the time.” Kelly said

“ Maybe before breakfast I could leave you guys be and work up an appetite,” he said

“What are you insinuating Kel…Ahh” I said this as I felt a pain in my toes, Kelly stomped on my toes and then pushed me towards Ali. Then he began to head upstairs.

“He’s such a jerk.” Said Ali

Ali and I fucked right there in the kitchen, it was so sexy, I had her on the counter, on the kitchen floor, up above my shoulders. I had her against the fridge and I was eating out her pussy. Everything was fine, I was fucking my girlfriend, I am straight.  

 I’m not thinking about Kelly, that spoiled pompous brat. But who am I kidding I was seeing him in my mind , even when I opened my eyes I could see him staring at me through the staircase.

Wait a minute!!! This is my imagination, Kelly is watching me fuck his little sister, and he’s touching himself.

To be continued 

As the restroom door swung shut, I laid on the bed, staying put for Miles. The shower turned on, and I turned onto my side, looking at the restroom door as if I was some sort of eager pet. I knew that I wasn’t, but I couldn’t help acting like one when I was in the same vague proximity as Miles. 

The air was heavy with the act that he and I just did together, and I could feel his come inside of my ass. I didn’t try to move around or clean myself up. I would only do that if he wanted me to. 

The thoughts about what I should make him for breakfast tomorrow crossed my mind. Maybe he preferred waffles over pancakes. Maybe he would just want cereal. I could always make him bacon or cook him some sausages. 

He was in the shower for quite some time, and it gave me a lot of time to think by myself. What was I going to do about my house? My things? My work? I needed to do something. I would need to bring it up to Miles soon, although I’d have to ask for his permission first of course. 

I laid on the bed, deep in thought until I heard the click of the bathroom’s door. The door swung open, and Miles stepped out, wearing a bathrobe, his face sleek from the recent shower.  He smiled at me, and he beckoned with a finger. 

I scrambled off of the bed, and I came close to him, standing close enough so that he could grab me. My body trembled in anticipation. Then, I blinked in shock as he shoved a towel in my hand.

“Shower. I don’t want cumstains on my bed. Got it, my sweet slut?

“Y-yes Miles.” I nodded hastily, and I stepped into the bathroom. I jumped as I felt him slap my sore ass. He laughed, and he jumped onto his bed. He grabbed an iPad off of his left nightstand, and he began playing some sort of game by himself. I closed the bathroom door, and I stepped into the bathroom. The mirror was still fogged up. 

I traced the bruises on my back after wiping the mirror to see myself. I was still blushing even though he couldn’t see me any longer. My nipples were red and still hard, sensitive from him gnawing on them early, even if it was just for a moment or two. I tweaked them as I stepped into the shower, and I turned on the water, letting it wash away the sweat covering my body. 

I used the available shampoo and conditioner, and I scrubbed myself clean. I felt clean, but I also felt dirty. It was an odd sensation, but it felt good because it was finally Miles that made me feel dirty. Other men had done it before. They were rough, but they didn’t have the same effect on me as he did. 

Miles was on my mind as I left the shower. I put on one of the spare bathrobes, and I left my hair as it was, letting it dry on its own. Then, I thought better of that. He might get mad if I got his sheets wet. I used the towel he gave me, and I dried my hair with it for about a minute straight, trying to get all of the water out of my hair. 

I sprayed one of his perfumes on my neck, and I sprayed a little on my head as well. It looked a bit feminine. Perhaps one of the women that he slept with left it over once. I did up my hair in a bit more feminine of a manner, brushing it out so it curled down my nape and down either isde of my face. 

Then, I exited the bathroom. He glanced over as I opened the door, and he cleared some space for me on the bed, moving over slightly. He pat the empty space next to him, waiting for me to come over. I came over, and I laid down next to him. I put my head on his arm, and I snuck a glance at what he was doing on his iPad. He was watching YouTube. 

He kissed the top of my head, catching me by surprise, and I nuzzled against him, pushing my head against his shoulder. I got comfortable underneath the covers. My hair was already getting messy, but it didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was that he was happy. I wanted to make him comfortable. 

Eventually, he turned onto his side, and he whispered for me to turn to my side as well. I did as he instructed, and I felt one of his arms wrap around my waist. He pulled me close to him, and he kissed my ear.

I leaned into his every touch, and I felt him reach up and begin to tweak my nipples. I exhaled softly, and I let out a big sigh. He withdrew his hand, and he put it over my mouth softly. He pulled the bathrobe off of my shoulders, exposing my body to him once more. Then, he began to rub my back. His hand made me jerk in pleasure as he found the zones of my body that provoked the most pleasure. 

Then, I felt his cock push against my asshole again. I was still sore, but I wanted to make him happy. Making him happy made me happy as well. It was an odd feeling. Not everyone would understand. But not everyone needed to. I was his. He owned my mind, my body, and my soul. 

His cock pushed into me with a gentleness that I wasn’t used to. He softly kissed my neck, and he tweaked my nipples again. Then, he continued to thrust into me, fucking me slowly. I was drunk off of the pleasure shortly, moaning and gripping the sheets that wrapped around both of us. 

It was like he was driving me crazy. It was like he was making me into some sort of cock hungry slut. But that’s exactly what I wanted from him. I pushed my ass back onto his cock, grinding against him hungrily.

He gripped my ass cheeks tightly with his hands, and he brought his head very close to my neck, licking me. His tongue was like electricity against my skin, provoking my softest most delicate moan. He ate the moan up. By now, I could tell he was smiling. He was happy about what he was doing to me.

I felt like I was off my rocker. I was going crazy in his grasp as he slowly fucked me. This was different than the rougher sex. The teasing was much more intense, and his cock slowly prodded my prostate rather than slamming into it, generating a completely different kind of pleasure. I was going crazy. 

But, as we came in unison, I realized something. So what if I was going crazy, Miles was proof that the best people are crazy. He was drawing me deeper and deeper into his grasp. 

He pulled out just before he would’ve come inside of me, and he brought his hand close to my mouth. I looked at in confusion, and then he whispered something into my ear. Something that made my entire body shiver.

“Lick my hand clean of my cum.” He turned me around so I could face him, and he put his hand against my mouth expectantly. I started licking him like a dog licking its owner’s leg, and he smiled at me. I could tell there was an air of condensation in the stare, but I didn’t care, licking away at the come like it was going to provide me some sort of sustenance. 

He pat my head, and he pulled me close, fixing the bathrobe around me once more. I rested my head on his chest as we laid together in silence. His hand brushed my hair around, tugging on strands occasionally and making me make hushed murmurs against his still-exposed chest. He fixed his bathrobe, adjusting for a moment. Then, he drifted off to sleep. I soon followed, destined to follow him everywhere.