(I do not condone violence, this is just a story, must Be 18 or older) here's pt 2....


Carlos was working at his lawfirm on a Thursday afternoon with a sore and creamy asshole, from Shawn fuckin him 4 days before... getting ready to wrap up a case trying to stay focused... he heard his assistant SCREAM hey, HEY!!! STOP!!! PLEASE!!! STOP!!! He heard Shawn's deep voice yell... WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!!!! and hears a struggle outside his door.... Boom!!!... He heard.... so he immediately ran outside and he sees Shawn beating the security guard to a fucking pulp.... The second guard watched in horror.....
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Shawn, DONT EVER PUT YOUR FUCKIN HANDS ON ME PUSSY!!!!! ILL FUCKING KILL YOU NIGGA.... he screamed to the gaurd...

Carlos, SHAWN STOP MAN WHAT THE FUCK?!!!

Shawn gazed up and saw Carlos.....

Carlos heart starts racing, he sees Shawn raging out, veins shooting through his forehead, arms and hands eyes bloodshot... hands where bloody from beating the security guard....

Shawn ran up to Carlos slapped him so hard it knocked him out, the assistant is crying and hiding under the table.... she hit the panic button soon as she saw Shawn storming in,,,, Carlos was dazed, dozing in and out of consciousness,,,, Shawn puts him in a stranglehold,,,

Shawn Yells, I TOLD U NOT TO FUCK WITH ME NIGGA!!! THAT THIS WOULD HAPPEN TO U PUSSY,

Shawn arm was around Carlos neck, while saying I'll break your fuckin neck bitch, in a calm disturbing voice....

Carlos was thinking I can't get him off me, he's too strong, he's gonna kill me...

Carlo passes completely out....

The police comes in and tazed Shawn.... Shawn snatched out the prongs and slammed one them on the ground,,,, the second cop tazed him again, he fell to the ground, Shawn's huge muscles locked up veins popping everywhere...multiple cops rushed in and took Shawn down....

Carlos woke up, his dick was hard. He realized he came from the excitement. His draws where sticky with cum.... I guess the humiliation turned Carlos on... Shawn was powerful and scary when hes angry...but sexy af.... the security guard jaw was broken and Carlos had a bloody mouth from the slap,

Carlos, SHAWN WHAT THE FUCK MAN???

Carlos, what's wrong?

Shawn, fuck you! FUCK YOU!, FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!!! BITCH!!!! On the way out the door.... Shawn was arrested.....

1 week later.....

A week later Carlos won the case, that he was working on.

But was still having flashbacks in his head of that crazy night every since...

Carlos, thinking it was crazy, but he was also sexually aroused by it. Shawn was a fucking animal that night, it was extremely exciting to him, but why? why does he have a soft spot for this nigga?.... he wants to meet Shawn and kiss his pain away.... why was Shawn so mad?.... he was thinking... but also Carlos was hurt by the fact that he hit him....

Carlos kept wondering.... he was so fuckin curious so he went to the county jail, to see Shawn....

Carlos asked to see him, his friend is the guard at the county jail so he made it happen...

Guard, you sure you wanna do this bro?...

Carlos, yea man

Carlos waited for 15min, Shawn came out with a orange jumpsuit, sleeves tied around his waist muscle jumping through his white wife beater, Carlos hearts start jumping and was hard as fuck.... it was refreshing to see his Shawn's handsome face again.... but not under these circumstances....

Carlos, how are you Shawn?

Shawn, ..... (rolls eyes and mean mugs carlos),

Carlos, I just wanna know why you reacted like that?

Shawn, nigga don't play dumb...

Carlos, just tell me bro...

Shawn, FUCK YOU!!! we can make this a round 2 or 3 nigga....

Carlos, I just want clarification man

Shawn, your ran yo fuckin mouth to my girl nigga....

Carlos, I don't know your girl....

Shawn, you fuckin lier....

Shawn, we where supposed to be married by this summer, but u fucked it up....

Carlos, I promise I didn't say anything to your girl....
The only person I said anything to was my best friend and he didn't tell her.

Shawn, who the fuck is he?

Carlos, his name is DeAndre....

Shawn, DeAndre?..... DeAndre Wallace?

Carlos, yes, how did you know that?

Shawn,,,, FUCK!!!!

Carlos.......

Shawn, That's my girl messy gay ass friend.....

Carlos, Bro I am so sorry!!!

Shawn, why the fuck did you tell him? I said don't tell no fuckin body...

Carlos, I tell him everything...

Carlos, I'm sorry and I will bail you out right now.... I promise I will make this up to you shawn, I'll represent you in court...

Shawn, what the fuck ever man....

Carlos bails Shawn out and started driving him to his apartment downtown.....

Shawn, why are you doing this nigga?

Carlos, I honestly feel really bad I didn't know DeAndre would do that....

Shawn, That nigga is fucked when I see him, tell yo lil friend it's on site,

Carlos, for me too bro....

Shawn, I'm still pissed at you too fuckboy,,,

Carlos, I know man,

Shawn, .....

Shawn, I'm sorry for hitting you though man, you confided to your friend there's nothing wrong with that, but he betrayed you... sorry bout your security guard too....

Carlos, I shouldn't have told him shit, I apologize.... and the security guard made $150,000 from me, and he's on vacation so you good bro... he dropped his charges against you too... I told him you where having a bad day...

Shawn, so what's the catch? You doing all this shit for me,

Carlos, what do you want it to be?

(They pulled up to Shawn's apartment,)

Shawn, come on up with me....

Carlos shaking, scared to go up to Shawn's apartment....

Carlos, nah man I have to get back to the office,

Shawn, Bring yo ass boy!!!

Carlos follows Shawn upstairs, they get in, Carlos back is towards the door just incase he has to escape.... Shawn takes off his shirt throws keys on the counter.

Carlos, FUCK!!!

Shawn, what nigga?

Carlos, That body, man,

Carlos dick is brick looking at Shawn's hard body, how big and vascular he is..... he sees this stud and his ass gets moist as fuck. .. nipples hard too....

Shawn, it's just a body, u got one too....

Carlos, yea but your physique is amazing.....

Shawn grabs Carlos by his neck and slams him against the door....

Shawn, what now nigga? No one here to stop me now...

Carlos, please don't, (whimpers) (with his hard dick leaking in his draws)

Carlos is extremely turned on and scared, Shawn looks deep into his eyes, intimidating as fuck.... this nigga is dangerous yet exciting, Carlos was thinking he was going to get beat up again by this muscle stud, and no one would be there to help,,,

Carlos could hardly breathe,,,


Shawn, WHAT NIGGA?!!!

Carlos starts to tear up, and says what?

His hands are so strong and calloused, carlos grabs his forearm with both hands saying please dont...

Carlos, was about to explode... Shawn stuck his index finger in his mouth,

Shawn starts to kiss him instead of hurting him, tongue was all down his throat.... he starts caressing and holding him...Carlos was amazed, the same hands and arms that fucked him up last week was holding and protecting him... he was turned all the way on.... somehow it was exciting to him.....

Carlos heart is pounding, starts hugging while he's sinking into the kiss, Shawn felt like a brick wall, his body was so hard, his big ass dick was brick too....

Shawn, I'm going to destroy you nigga...

Carlos, oh fuck,

Carlos puts his hands down Shawn's pants and felt his big eerected dick jacking it with his precum....

Carlos started running his tongue across Shawn's powerful huge biceps and armpits,

Shawn, that's what a real nigga taste like....

Carlos start sucking his hard nipples, works his way down his body, licking every crevice of muscle, even the veins in his chest and stomach,,,, Shawn put his huge mushroom tip in Carlos mouth.... starts fuckin his throat, carlos felt sweet salty precum slide down his throat... Carlos eyes are red from lack of air,

Carlos, FUCK MAN!!! your dick is so big....

Shawn, you like that you lil bitch?

Carlos gagging mmm hmm,

Shawn, Since you can't keep yo fuckin mouth shut I'll keep something in it from now on....

Shawn, I'm going to break you down and fuck the shit outta you...

Carlos, fuck me daddy,

Shawn picks Carlos up and stuck his 11 inch fat dick inside him, busting his rectum up, leaning on his prostate

Shawn, you like that you freaky whore,

Carlos, yes daddy YES! OH FUCK!!!

Shawn, I'm going to fuck you up nigga, have you dreaming bout this $50,000 dick....

Carlos is crying heading to ecstasy, Fuuuuuuuckkkk!!!

Shawn, Pussy hurt!? Pussy, hurt!?

Carlos, yes daddy it hurts so fuckin good, you're so fuckin strong daddy!

Shawn softly slaps Carlos face, playfully bullying him....

He felt Shawn's dick throbbing in his ass, Shawn starts crushing his windpipe,,, carlos starts shaking, and Cummings out his ass over and over, all over Shawn's big muscle dick.... Carlos ass was talkin to Shawn's dick....

Shawn, TAKE IT FUCK BOY!, NUTT ON THESE PECS BITCH!

Carlos, gasping (if I dont)?

Shawn, I'm going to fuck u up, and fuck it out of u, if u don't,

Carlos moaning intensely, I love you nigga! I LOVE YOU NIGGA!! AAAAAAHHHH! instantly loses it, dick started spraying everywhere, it got on Shawn's abs, chest, arms and chin..... Shawns muscles got harder as he tighten them, veins shooting through his forehead and neck... AAWW FUCK!!! Shawn dumps a big ass Nutt in Carlo asshole dripping down his shaft and big balls,

They held each other, it was better than the last time they fucked....

I've always been bi curious, and fairly adventurous. Just didnt know it at the time.

I was right out Marine Boot Camp flying to be stationed in Virginia. Getting off the plane in Dulles, I met a guy named Carlos that was a USO representative (seriously, he was). It was late, it was either a long bus ride ride or Taxi south. It was also pretty late and my check in time was following day. Carlos invited me to stay at his place. I had no gaydar at all, and he was actually pretty kewl. We stopped along the way, got some beer, and headed to his place. And then I got totally shit faced. And I mean royally fucked up. At this point in time I was still a virgin, never had sex, not even a bj. And note I'd never even masturbated before either, seriously. First time I tried masturbating was 4 years later, and wound up with a scab on my dick. (I didnt know about lotion, or anything)

I dont even remember getting out of my uniform, or anything, next thing I knew were both in bed, naked, and hes going down on me like a pro. But being so wasted I couldnt come. He got himself off, and alittle while later he went down on me again. Same thing, couldnt come. But damn, that guy was seriously good at giving head. And now we're at round 3. He tried to ass fuck me, and I probably woulda gone with it, but there was like no lube, or even fingers insertion to get loosened up. So that was a fail. He rolled me back on my back, and went to down on my stiff dick yet again. This time as he was working my still stiff dick, I started getting this odd feeling. I didnt know what that feeling meant. It just welled up from inside me, kinda maybe like I had to pee, but it wasnt that kind of urge. And he just kept working me, and working me, until I just let loose. Damn that felt good! I didnt realize at the time I'd come. He stopped, cleaned me up, put my underwear back on, and we went to sleep. In the morning, I woke, with his hand down my underwear, but I wasnt drunk, and not really feeling it. Plus I was hung over as fuck. So I removed his hand a couple of times and asked him not to. Finally he stopped. I got into my uniform, and true to his word, he drove me to base. This was back in the mid 70s, no internet, no cell phones, no email, etc. I never heard from him again.

But I still look back with fond memories of not only my first sexual experience, but first sort of gay experience too. Still to date probably the best BJ I've ever had. I still remain bi curious, enjoy a woman giving me head while fingering my prostate, etc. Might even try getting ass fucked if the guy was average size. Just dont really know how to go about it, plus I'd be picky as hell too. I'd never go down on a guy though, that'd be my one absolute No. I dont know if I could kiss a guy either. Maybe someday I'll find out

I brought a friend to a slut party - where men had to be in speedos and women in bikinis
He doesn't own one so I offered to bring him one on the day, so that he doesn't need to buy one
I thought of bringing a white Aussiebum, but that would be too obvious since it's see through even when try, no way he would fall for that
I brought him a pair of ice blue aussiebums instead. He didn't suspect anything when he put it on

As soon as he left the pool he noticed people giggling and staring at him - and noticed his see through speedo
To my surprise he didn't even flinch, and carried on as if nothing happened
But a few minutes later he approached me, ripped by speedos off and tore it apart - then he took the ice blue aussiebums off - and told me I could either wear this or wear nothing
Then he casually continued to party, naked , as if nothing happened

I tried to put on my shorts but the host reminded me of the dress code
I reluctantly put it on, but tried to keep it dry since it's not see through when dry

However he would push me into the pool, or even pour iced water at me ; and said he'll continue doing so unless I keep it wet myself

Really boss move from his part , I didn't admit it but I completely enjoyed it - it's kind of exhilarating to be naked but not actually naked

Hello,

After I had come back from traveling, this memory mine danced its way back into my erotic shadow and guilty pleasure. I want to write about this while it's still fresh on my mind, even if it was two years ago.

PREFACE: 20M, 13 guys, 3oz of pot, 2 bachelors, 1 mansion.

The other guys at this function were bumping White Girl on the marble counter of this luxurious rental. It had an infinity pool with windows that opened up the entire house. The toilets had a motion sensor to walk up and a bidet to clean your ass. It had a helical staircase that you could look down on when the strippers came later, but still bone up. It was my first experience being with a bunch of Jersey-spending douchebags, but the problem is, i'm a hood-rat myself. I fuckin loved it.

Bitches were going in and out like it was In-N-Out and I was getting to know George Clooney with Casa Amigos. He's got a club down in Scottsdale too. I drank my first ever redbull with tequila, probably after a joint too, and I'll never do it again. I was hungover for 2 days watching tits come out of bras, dicks out pissing because the toilets down the same hall of the bedroom, and most of all cheeks clapping. I walked in hammered to a private room where I initially slept, had a couple passed out on the bed, and I wanted to just bathe the alcohol away. When I sobered up and my BIL had to call a night-in from getting severely fucked up, thats when the strippers came for Bachelor #2. They were all fucked in the face and their pussy abused, but they were there and it was fun. Some girls from the club came over and brought a friend too.

Raquel was the nicest Russian lady I got to exchange lips with. This hunk Luke brought her over from the club with the intentions of absolutely spoiling her for the night with his juicy cock. I've seen him stiffen up when he got a lap dance from one of the strippers. I also heard Karla, who looks like a MILF but apparently goes to ASU, get her cheeks clapped by Luke in our master suite walk-in closet. Anyways, her body is wet and wonderful going back and forth between the pizza, her vape, and the water. She is just your average dolled-up and lip-puffed West Coast girl, but she actually has a chill vibe for being in Arizona. Her tits popped out when she was getting a lap dance too. She also brought a special friend.

I first met Asma in the bed I claimed. After a fight between one of the guys and her, the drama! Mind you this trip has been probably 72 hours. She was taking a nap to recover from the drama. She left because she was so mad, and decided the club was the best place to go. Eventually Raquel tells her to come back, and she is renewed because this time, a handsome Iraqi man shows up too. He is phenomenal, this man has a fade, moustache, and an English accent.

Laith was from London but working in New York City. He spent some time in Arizona exploring it out. He eventually made it to our stay with Asma. I had sobered up but still high from being alive. I got to know him and her amongst the other group that would come and leave, and I wish they stayed forever. My experience with them was a feeling like no other, awakened my bisexuality to a new level. I first met Laith at the hot tub while he was smoking a cigarette, he made a random comment to me which caught my attention. He was poking fun at me while I was shirtless from being in the water. We both shared a cultural history and found some fun in it, I also noticed some heteroflexible/bromance behavior commenting on my my hair and body with amusement. If I remember correctly, we even talked about our dicks being cut or not (guess who is who?!). I just wanted to stay with him, but we are people and we must not obsess so clearly!

Eventually it is the three of us.

Asma, Laith, and I.

We are in the living room and eventually they both get up and head to the theater room. I was welcome to join but was honestly a little under the influence to make an active decision. I wasn't sure if I wanted to entertain, but God I was blessed. So I carried myself away from the group party and walked to the home theater. At first it seemed pretty average, but that was before we played with the set. From one topic to another, it led to us closing the blinds and turning on the starlight headline. I felt like I was in a Rolls Royce with starlight with an Arabian couple, all the way in Arizona! They were clearly horny for each other. One thing led to another and they started making out and I was a breath away from sharing the same spit.

I already had caution before going in, because I typically am not exposed to such living. I was clearly 20 years old and they are both a decade older than me. I felt like the trainee in this elusive situation. I felt like I was in euphoria getting my own taste of her lips. I would stare at him while he kissed her and could picture my skin touching his. She wanted to take his dick out for her to suck, and I would have too at that point. He was hesitant, seemed like he could take some convincing, but it was only one night. He had a plane to catch the next morning, his phone is lost, and it's already 3 AM. He could only take so much.

I didn't kiss him, but the feeling of my fingers on his lips and feeling the whiskers of his mustache was a sensation I could feel right now. The both of us were both from NYC, and I knew that was the last I would hear from him. It was 4AM and time to go with Asma, she offered to take care of him back to the apartment.

On my way back to EWR airport, I got a text from Asma. When she let him use her phone to make some calls and notices before he left, she went through his Instagram account and saw he had a wife. Asma, the most dysfunctional Iranian princess who I had met twice, had all the control since he forgot to log out. The chaoticism was too much for me, and no longer my business.

What happens in Scottsdale, stays in Scottsdale.

Part 1

"You must be Nick. Hi, I'm Brad. I guess we're going to hang out a lot together.", he says while shaking my hand.
"Absolutely, we will. I'm really looking forward to it!", I reply.
"Yeah, so am I."

Only two days earlier my coach told me that he had linked me to Brad as a tennisbuddy. I don't want to brag a lot but I'm a pretty promising tennistalent, and so is Brad.
I'm 19 now and I was about to go to university when my coach could convince me of playing tennis full-time for a year. I've always loved tennis and I knew that I would only regret it if I would immediatly go to university, not being able to play tennis full-time.

The whole point of having a buddy is that you won't be all by yourself when you're far away for some tournament. Brad and I will visit the same tournaments and trainings this year, so this means that we will be together a lot. I don't think this will cause any problem, as I immediatly like Brad. He's the kind of guy that can become one of my best friends. Most of the times, I know that right away.

"So I saw that we've got our first tournament next weekend already.", he says.
"Oh really? I haven't checked it yet, actually. I just came back from my holiday, in Spain.", I reply.
"Spain, cool. I've been there once, great wheather. Where in Spain have you been?"
"Valencia, that's on the coast."
"No kidding! That's exactly where I've been, it's a great city. The beach is really nice."

"Ok, I see you guys can get along fine. I'll just get some cones so we can start right away.", the coach says.
He walks away, leaving Brad and me behind. We're both already in our tennis clothes. While we're waiting for our first training together, we talk a lot.

One by one they fled the pit of hell we called an office. It was summer, it was gone 5pm and they had better places to be. Linda had a date with a four-course meal – no special occasion. She just loved her food. When she wasn’t shoving it down her throat, she was talking about her next fix. Jenny played the “my daughter’s sick” card for the tenth time that year. Is it wrong to check Facebook in the hope she accidentally uploaded photos of her kid miraculously recovered? How would I drop Jenny in it? Accidentally leave my phone on the side with that page open for my boss to find. “Oops sorry Jenny, I didn’t do it on purpose.” Finally, it was just me, Kate and Joe. Kate and I were on the same crappy wages and doing the same crappy job, but something gave her an edge over me in the eyes of our pervy new boss…



“Joe, am I okay to shoot off now?” Kate popped her head round the door into Joe’s office. I knew this was coming from the second she’d reapplied her slutty red lipstick. Women in the workplace; how easy it must be for them.

“Paul can finish up the rest.” Oh can he now? I thought to myself – boiling due to the lack of air con and fuming due to the lack of decent excuses to leave. They all knew I had no kids, no partner, nowhere better to be. This audit wouldn’t finish itself.

“Yeah, go on.” Joe gave Kate the nod, as he eyed up her tits one last time. They were covered up, but nothing less than a corset would pin those bowling balls down. No wonder she always moaned about a bad back.

“Catch you tomorrow!” Kate beamed, as she grabbed her coat and raced out. Her smug face imprinted on my memory forever. Did I hate her? Or did I hate myself for being the only saddo willing to stay behind and check these files?

I looked at the clock – only 6pm. Another two hours left…



Later…



Joe appeared at his office doorway and stretched with a loud yawn. He was a tall guy – a little over 6 foot. My eyes instantly shot down to his shoes. As always. What sort of a person judges a guy’s sexiness on the size of his feet? Such a psycho.

“Can I have a word?” Joe asked. His deep, rough voice reminded me of a builder rather than an office manager.

“What’s up?” I put down the files to give him my full attention. Fuck, hope he doesn’t bring up the foot thing. I know I look at them every time he walks anywhere, but thought I was subtle about it at least! Thought I came across as shy; not wanting to make eye contact!

“Not here, in my office.” He retreated to his comfort zone and I reluctantly followed him in. Jesus, maybe this was “Thanks for doing the audit single handedly, but I hate little queers so I’m sacking you.” No, wait, this wasn’t the 1970s anymore. I could sue! I’d never have to work again!



He gestured to a chair and I sat. He closed the door. We were alone now. Tiffany had a song about that once. Even the other buildings across the car park were like a barren wasteland. Those workers had all gone home hours ago.



Joe sat on the desk right in front of me, his thigh pressing against my hand. If I felt it, then surely he did too? But I left it there. Probably the most human contact I’d be getting for a while anyway. Let’s enjoy it while it lasts. Joe was in his late thirties and bald, but in a sexy Jason Statham full of testosterone way not an older man hair loss way. His stubble was dark but he had a smooth upper lip. Probably hated the tash tickles… He worked out, but not every day.

“Am I in trouble?” I asked with a jokey vibe.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t work related.”

Damn, there goes the wrongful dismissal claim!

“What it is, I’ve got a mate who’s just split up from his wife and he’s dragging me out every other weekend trying to relive our glory days. Drinking till he throws up and screwing anything with a pulse.”

“I like him already.” I added nervously.

“Yeah?”

I smiled, but felt super awkward. We’d only ever really spoken about work before. He barely stepped foot out of his office since he took over a few weeks ago. He’d asked me and the others about some Premier League football match on his first day and soon realized he was barking up the wrong tree. He hadn’t talked about football since.

“It’s just that with you being-“ Joe did a camp floppy hand action. I didn’t take offence, snowflakes need perspective. Decades ago we’d have been locked up or shunned for loving dick, our progress in the world had been amazing. “I wondered if you might like to help my mate out?”

“Oh, I get it. You’re thinking I’m one of those gays who hangs round with loads of women. Like a pussy magnet?”

“Not exactly. I’ve always had you down as a loner, living with your parents type.”

“Depressingly accurate.”

“No, I was just wondering if you might like to meet my mate and put those skills of yours to use?”

“Um sorry? Does he need to get laid or does he have some admin work that needs doing?”

“No, your other skills.

His brown eyes stared into my soul – how the fuck did he know I had other skills? Did hot straight guys have special powers I didn’t know about?

“Okay okay time to come clean – there is no mate. I’m asking for me.”

With that, he placed his foot on my chair – between my thighs. Must’ve been size 12 shoes at least. Brown leather. Laced. New.

“Don’t think I haven’t seen you looking. Untie the laces.”

I froze. Was I dreaming?? Fuck it! I deserved a treat. My hands reached for the laces.

“Not with your hands, you fucking idiot!”

Slapped me hard across the side of the head. A ringing in my ears. Savage.

“Teeth.”

After a second, I took the tip of the lace between my teeth and pulled. Like unwrapping a Christmas present, but in June.

“Now you can use your hands.”

I pulled open the sides of the shoe and slipped it off. His black socks were thin. Sweaty. I dropped the shoe and peeled the sock from his foot.

“I knew you were a fucking weirdo” He laughed.

As soon as the sock was off, he leaned back on the desk and placed the sole of his foot against my face. Flexing his long toes.

“Sniff it.” I did as I was told.

“Now lick from the sole all the way up.” I did as I was told.

“You really are pathetic.” Joe confirmed. As if I didn’t already know.

Joe gave me the other foot. I removed the shoe and sock, but didn’t get to sniff or lick this one. He was ready for the next stage.

He unbuckled his belt. The sound of it made me even harder than I already was. My dick was almost bursting out of my boxers.

He kept his white shirt on, but took off his trousers. His black boxer briefs remained on. I could see the outline of his dick and imagined what it’d be like when freed.

“Can I just-“ I tried to undo my own trousers and relieve the pressure from my hard-on but Joe slapped me hard across the face.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouted.

“I was just-“

“Well, don’t. This isn’t about you. This is about me.”

I let that sink in for a moment. I was nothing more than a piece of stationary. There to perform a function.

Towering in front of me, Joe grabbed my chin with his one hand and forced me to look up. His throat made a disgusting gunk clearing sound and he spat a thick glob of Phlegm into my face.

I knew better than to try and wipe it off.

“Be grateful, fag.” He said, as his fingers smeared the spit across my entire face.

“I bet you’ve been praying for this from the moment I joined. I bet you wank yourself to sleep thinking about me.”

Joe slowly pulled down his boxer briefs and kicked them to one side. His balls were huge and dangled lower than I’d seen in any other guy. His dick was chunky, uncut, veiny and around five inches long.

Jesus, his soft cock is as long as my hard cock!!

“Put it in your mouth.”

He grabbed his dick at the base and put it onto my tongue. He slid it down.

“Seal your lips.” I did as I was told.

As Joe started moving his hips back and forth, I could feel him getting more and more aroused. I looked up and his eyes were closed. Probably wishing I were Kate, but too bad. That bitch went home ages ago.

He pulled his cock out and spat in my mouth. This wasn’t a weak spit, it was violent. Aggressive. This guy hated me and wanted it to be known.

Seeing his dick semi-erect should’ve been exciting, but in truth it was more daunting. If it kept getting bigger, I’d choke.

“I’m a big boy, aren’t I?”

I nodded.

“Better start breathing through your nose.”

He shoved his dick back into my mouth and grabbed the back of my head. Firm. No escape. The thrusting became harder and faster. His grunts were hot as hell and I could smell his aftershave every time his body banging against mine.

Now I was no stranger to sucking cock, but this cock was something else!

I started gagging and spluttering.

“Too much?” He laughed, as he pulled his cock out and gave me chance to draw breath. My own spit everywhere. A total mess.

“Can we stop?” I gasped.

“No.” His dick (now 7.5 inches and rock solid) plunged back into the depths of my throat. My hands tried to push him back, but what Joe wanted Joe got and this was just the start…

Twelve hunky guys, avid of fame and fortune, enrol in a brand-new reality tv-show to elect the HOTTEST MAN IN AMERICA and win the highly coveted ONE MILLION DOLLARS prize. How far will they be willing to go to earn your votes? See them going further and further as the show advances! You will decide who will be kicked out each episode and I will have to adapt the story accordingly.

As always this is a pure work of fiction. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy!

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HOTTEST MAN IN AMERICA

Premiere night (part 1)

It's 8:30 PM, we are in the middle of the summer, I am bored at home and I am scrolling through some porn websites. "5 Big Black Cocks for 2 hot twinks." Meh. I am about to click when I remember there is this show premiering tonight.

It has been heavily promoted in the subway with posters of shirtless guys who made me think about the old Abercrombie & Fitch ads. This will most likely be very dumb but hopefully, it will still be less depressing than the porn I was about to watch.

I switch to chanel 22. The show has apparently just started.

Host: “And here we finally are! After months of anticipation and speculation, I am so glad to welcome you all here, live on Chanel 22! Some have said that our show would be too lewd or too inappropriate! Others have tried to censor us, as if celebrating the male beauty was wrong! But we held tight! I am David Harrison and I will be your host this season.”

David Harrison, the most popular host of Chanel 22, walks on the stage, set outside, in the top hills of Los Angeles. Behind him, the luxurious villa where the contestants will compete for several weeks.

“And with a one million dollars prize on the line, our twelve contestants have been prepping for tonight for months, probably for years! Thousands of applications. thousands of hunks, eager to show what they are made of. We have selected our finalists carefully, in all corners of America: only the sexiest, the most daring, the most charismatic, the HOTTEST ones will be presented to you tonight... But who will be THE HOTTEST MAN IN AMERICA?”

A jingle with the American Flag floods the screen, the words “THE HOTTEST MAN IN AMERICA” slowly changes into the “$1.000.000” sign in golden letters.

Host: “Tonight, we will introduce you to the first six contestants… but only five of them will enter the house! Who will set foot in the beautiful villa behind me and who will be shown the front door? That’s YOUR decision, America!”

David Harrison points to the camera and winks at the audience. Another jingle shows-up: “YOUR CALL”. I smile to myself. This is so typical of this sort of shows.

Host: “Comment what you see with the hashtag #HMIA on all platforms. We are eager to know what you think about our contestants... But let’s get down to business!"

"Firefighter by day, yoga instructor in the evening. We wonder what our first contestant does by night! Please, welcome to the stage… Kyle!”

The first contestant walks on the red carpet towards the stage while a trendy pop music starts to play. Kyle experiences his first taste of fame. The show has been well promoted, probably millions of Americans are watching, the stud gives his best smile to the host and to the audience.

“Kyle is 24, comes from Boston and… ladies and gentleman, believe it or not, that handsome gentleman is single!”

Kyle is pretty much the definition of the perfect “all American” man: 6 feet tall, 175 pounds, - his measurements are shown to the screen as he walks in -, a winning smile with a set bright white teeth, blue eyes, and beautiful brown and slightly curly hair.

The man looks as if he is coming straight out of an Avengers’ movie.

He would almost look too smooth if he was not exposing his long sleeve’s tattoo. Kyle has been smart enough to show off his thick arms, as he wears a fitting white tee-shirt, elegantly tucked in his beige pants.

Overall, the dude is a hunk and the host is clearly flustered.

That’s just the start though. Hopefully, David Harrison will keep his composure when the firefighter start to show us some more skin!

“How does it feel to be here, finally!?”

“I must say, David, it feels damn amazing!”

Kyle exudes confidence.

“Come here, let’s have the chat.”

The both of them go to sit on silver armchairs. This show is so cheesy and ridiculous, it is partly what makes it amazing. But time for some serious talk!

“How does a well-rounded man such as yourself end up in a tv-show like this?”

Even the host seems to be aware that Chanel 22's reputation is, to put it simply, trashy.

“Well… Who can say no to a chance to win a million dollars? Am I right?”

“It’s more than I’m being paid to host this thing, I can tell you that much!” The host jokes, but his fake smile shows some sign of real bitterness.

“Come on, David, everybody knows that you’re the real star here!”

Kyle is a smooth talker; the host pretends to refuse the compliment.

“Naaah… Flattering the host will not get you anywhere, Kyle. It is the audience that you need to convince!”

“I mean it, I’ve been watching you on my screen since I was a kid! It feels crazy sitting here with you!”

“And now, you make me feel old!”

“Please! I’ll bet you’ll still be here way after me.” The contestant replies awkwardly.

On that he is correct, David Harrison has seen thousands of contestants competing in all sorts of crazy challenges, only a handful of them are still somewhat relevant to the public.

“Tell me, what would you do with that money if you were to win the grand prize?"

Kyle has been preparing for it, he knows how to win America’s heart. He takes a more serious tone.

“As you mentioned earlier, I am working as a firefighter. It would only feel right to donate part of that money to the kids who lost one of their parents to the job. Fire can be a beautiful but cruel adversary, David.”

David Harrison shows an overly concerned look and touches Kyle’s broad shoulders.

“Beautiful body and kind spirit.” He states.

“Thank you, David. I owe it both to my beautiful mother!”

“It is true that you are a firefighter (photos of Kyle in his firefighter uniform shows up on the screen), but a bird told me you were also a yoga instructor!”

“I am! I am a firm believer of the importance to be healthy inside and out. I also guide meditations.”

“Oh, really? And what does a meditation led by Kyle look like?”

They had not prepared for this particular bit beforehand but Kyle seizes the opportunity, he sits on the floor cross legged and starts to breathe in and breathe out.

A natural showman!

The host is pleased with the segment but there are more hunks to present and Kyle has to leave the stage for another stud to take his place. We get a last sneak peak of the fireman’s bubble ass before he disappears from the screen!

“It is a good thing we all took a deep breath because this might be difficult to remain calm with our next contestant’s arrival!" The host announces. "Jared is 22 and is a web designer.”

The second contestant walks on the same red carpet towards the stage. He seems a bit more reserved than Kyle but he is sexy as hell.

Brown skin, sharp jaw line, green eyes. Jared is the representation of the “hot guy next door” whom the whole building has a secret crush on!

Don't pretend you don't know exactly what I mean, that handsome man living on the first floor whom you hope to *randomly* bump into everytime you take out the trash. Well, that's Jared energy in a nutshell.

His awkwardness, and even his shyness, as he walks in gives him a certain charm. “5.9 feet tall, 163 pounds” appears on the screen.

“Jared comes straight from Chicago where I am sure, his beautiful girlfriend Tara is cheering for him!”

As soon as the host greets him, the contestant cracks a smile.

“A pleasure to meet you.” He says politely.

“Welcome to the show, Jared! Are you ready for your life to change?”

“I expect nothing less from this experience.” The new constestant says, keeping a huge smile on his innocent face.

"I hope you are prepared for all the twists and turns we might throw your way."

"I am ready for anything, David."

The host is pleased with that answer. I got to say that I am too.

“That's what we like to hear on this stage! Please, come here, let’s have a chat.”

They walk to the silver armchairs. Jared seems a bit more nervous than the previous contestant but he is clearly excited to be there. The conversation quickly moves on to some banalities until David Harrison mentions Tara again.

“I will miss her very much, but I will make sure my absence is worth it. Tara, I’m telling you, I am bringing the prize home!”

A couple pictures of Tara and Jared together pop out on the screen.

The dude seems sincere when he addresses the camera to talk to his girlfriend, that just makes him cuter. One can only wonder what this dumb reality tv show will do to him.

If they do things right, he should end up semi-naked rather quickly!

“You know you will have serious competition to snatch that million dollars. Eleven other contestants will be fighting for the same prize.”

“I’m sure of it! But I won’t get intimidated by a yoga instructor.” Jared jokes.

“Oh, really? Kyle had made quite the impression.”

“If this is what you need to make an impression around here, I can stretch too!”

Jared gets up and show some arm stretching to David Harrison, who, as always, seems very pleased by the performance. It is not very clear whether the host has figured Jared was being sarcastic but he applauds the initiative and calls on for the next contestant.

The show has to move on (yes, already!), there are some commercial breaks coming soon and David Harrison’s brand-new sport car is not going to pay itself! We have to keep the sponsors happy.

“Let’s welcome our third contestant. Oliver is a personal trainer in San Diego, he’s 30 and he’s convinced that he is the hottest man in America! What do you think, guys?”

If you thought the show was becoming a bit too family-friendly, be reassured, it will not be the case for too long. As soon as the third contestant walks in, it is clear that things are bound to get raunchier... And I, for one, am all for it!

Oliver comes on to the stage as the sun sets behind him. He definitely walks with confidence despite the fact that he has seemingly forgotten his undershirt!

The immense black stud, the screen shows 6.5. feet tall (!) and 212 pounds of what appears to be pure muscle, is wearing a jeans jacket but nothing underneath, exposing his muscular tattooed and hairy chest to the audience, and first of all, to the host.

Yummy!

As David Harrison is still describing him and mentions that he is single, Oliver hugs him warmly where the other two had only extended their hands.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a hugger!” The host comments, clearly flustered to have come into direct contact with such a warm and sweaty chest.

One would be for less!

“I have lots of love and lots of hug to give!” Oliver says, smirking at the camera.

Oliver loves the attention. He has come to the right place.

“That’s some nice tattoos you got there!”

“And some nice pecs too!” The hunk starts to flex and makes his pecs move up and down. It is indeed quite impressive.

“Tell me the truth, Oliver. You were too warm backstage or you just happened to forget your shirt at home?”

“Let’s be serious, Dave. I’m a personal trainer. I live and work in sunny San Diego all year long. I’m 0% fat and 100% testosterone! I mean, I do not even think I own a shirt! Should I really be concealing this to the world?” Again, Oliver shows off his abs to make his point.

“Oh, boy! That’s the right energy for someone who wants to fight for the title of Hottest Man in America!”

“Damn right.”

“But you do own a jacket apparently, and what’s that, fur?”

“I guess, we can get rid of it too! You would like that?” Oliver talks directly to the camera.

He is way more assertive than the two other contestants, clearly, he wants to make an impact and he has no time to lose.

“I bet every American is screaming at their screens right now! Take off that jacket!”

The host is clearly excited. Who can blame him? I am getting hard watching.

Oliver is too happy to oblige and throws his jacket in the air, exposing further his aesthetic chest, his body hair and his tattoos. What a sight! And it’s only premiere night.

Maybe this ridiculous show will get interesting after all…

Oliver is probably used to pose as a bodybuilder as he strikes all the right moves, flexing his biceps, contracting his abs, showing off his pecs. Too bad he is still wearing pants! At least, they are tight enough to show off his ass!

The segment featuring the shameless jock lasts a little longer than the other two. During all this time, Oliver seems to prefer walking around the stage rather than sitting down in the armchair. The host struggles to have a coherent chat with him. Who cares? We are not here for the talks!

Only when David Harrison has to launch the first commercial break, he gets firm enough to get Oliver to agree to sit down. The personal trainer takes his damn time so everyone can admire his fat ass as he walks to the armchair.

His beautiful face winking at the camera will be the last thing the viewers will see before the break.

[COMMERCIAL BREAK]

This story will probably remain in the straight category, but I can make no promises, not sure where it will head, nor do I want to limit myself, or if there will be enough interest from others to keep it going. Hopefully, you will enjoy my humble submission. I’m guessing the story will be told mostly from the female characters perspective, but will switch to Norman’s, and a third person’s perspective as well.


Norman


My name is Jackie, I’m a mother of two, I just turned 30 years of age, married to my high school sweetheart. Yes, I was the prom queen, and my husband was voted most handsome man during our senior year. I work for a large, and to remain, unnamed insurance company, my husband a stock broker, and I am living the dream. I’m very attractive and have never lacked for attention, I’ve been stopped numerous times by both sexes, asking if I’m so and so actress or model. While I’m not, I know I’m asked these questions as a conversation starter. It happens so often, that It’s very off putting, even after giving birth, I have a body that men lust after, and women would die for.


So, when my husband came home late on a Friday night stammering about someone else, I not only couldn’t believe it, I wanted to turn back time, since this couldn’t be happening … not to me … not us … not to our family ... we’re living the dream, our course in life is set, I’ve pictured our future together, this isn’t possible … it’s a lie. The bomb he dropped was so other worldly, I slumped to the kitchen floor, it was as if he had died … and in a way … he had. I would’ve rather had the police show up at the front door explaining his painful death in a car accident. Instead, I had to go to court, I had to salvage what I could, and I got it all … full custody, the house, over the top alimony …


I work at the main hub of our company in a major city. I commute every day, and thankfully, my parents live 10 minutes away from our home in the suburbs, and can readily step in to help with the two remaining loves of my life. Everyone at work was just as shocked as I was, and it didn’t take long for the single, and not so single men to approach me, including a few women, but I won’t mix it up with coworkers, I can’t risk my job, offending the wrong people. Besides, I wasn’t into men, or relationships, not now anyway. I’ve always been fighting the objectivity, fighting to find the truth between men’s minds and their lust for an attractive woman. I can neither read minds, souls or intentions. I can’t help what I’ve been blessed with from the gene pool, nor will I apologize for it. I’ve worked hard to get where I am with this company, and just as hard maintaining my figure. I’m not selling out for money, or looks. I want honesty, to be loved for who I am … which leads me to this …


I sometimes shared the elevator with a rather bookish man named Norman. I’ve seen him around the building for the past four or five years. He works for our company as an actuary, they analyze the financial consequences of risk using mathematics, statistics and financial theory to study uncertain future events, especially those of concern to insurance and pension programs. If you’re not familiar, they are well paid, some are paid even more than myself, even within my capacity. While I didn’t know it at the time, Norman, the quiet one, was one of our top actuaries. As for me, I’m five foot ten, and he’s maybe five foot six on a good day. He’s slim, pleasant, always wearing the same black rimmed glasses with loose fitting pants and the usual dress shirt, and usually has a quick little funny quip or reply to myself, or anyone else for that matter. I wouldn’t call him outgoing, but he seemingly says the right things with perfect timing, and has a rather quiet engaging way about him, though nothing I would bust down any door over, besides … I won’t date men shorter than myself, sorry guys, it’s true, some girls feel this way, I happen to be one of them. With my looks, I can afford to have some standards.


With the divorce now at it’s sixth month anniversary I entered the elevator with one other person, when I looked over, it was Norman. He said good morning, and looked straight ahead, then down towards the floor with a folded newspaper over this lap, a little grin on his Monday morning face. Of all the men who work here, Norman was not on my radar, and yet, he was the only single man who hadn’t hinted at a date, or lunch, or anything, always respectful, maybe … he’s gay. I had forgotten to thank him for something he said just two weeks after my divorce. He had mentioned how sorry he was for what had happened in my life, and mentioned that he thought very highly of Natalie in human resources, and that it was just a suggestion, but that she was very understanding, and might be of help, someone I could seek out. Eventually, I did meet with her, and Norman was right … she was fantastic. As we approached his floor, I realized I had to right the wrong that I hadn’t thanked him for recommending her, and thought I should say something.


“Norman … I know it’s been awhile, but I wanted to thank you for recommending Natalie some 5 or so months ago … she was a big help. I never would’ve reached out to her without your recommendation … so … Thank You!” As I finished my sentence Norman turned … “No … Thank you … no problem, I’m glad she was able to help get you through.” As he left, he waved the paper my way as the door closed. Relieved I had done the right thing, I was glad that was out of the way, and I hoped I hadn’t given him any reason to ask me out. Many times, when I’m nice to men they take it as an instant invitation to start hitting on me.


I made my way through the week, and on Thursday when entering the elevator, my other companion happened to be Norman. We said hello to one another, and I waited somewhat uncomfortably for the hammer to drop. “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting tired of this rain.” Said Norman, I agreed, as the elevator doors opened … “Well, back to the grind.” Said Norman as he left with a wave, and as the doors closed, I was relieved, it appeared that he didn’t have any intention of asking me out. Friday came and as the late afternoon was closing in, I decided to leave early, when I hit Norman’s floor, outside was a familiar face …

This started as a single commissioned piece which ended up getting added to and ended up being one of my more popular series so I thought I would cross-post it here. Now these heavily feature the Bat family of DC comics fame, but I fudged the characters' ages a bit to make them work for the scenario so Damian is now 18, Tim is early 20s, Dick is mid/late 20s, and Bruce is probably pushing 50 by this point. (but he's been regenerated who knows how many times in canon so he probably looks in his 30s.)

Chapter 1: Damian's Dick

Damian Wayne swung through the air with the aid of his trusty grappling hook. It had been far too long since he had had the chance to patrol the seedy streets of Gotham City. It wasn’t that he disliked his stint at Titan Tower with the other Titans. It was just that he missed being able to hang out with Dick Grayson, his mentor and older brother figure. The two of them were the unstoppable crime fighting duo of Nightwing and Robin.

Damian was having a hard time focusing on the patrol today though. In his time away from Gotham he had begun to realize some things about himself. He had been running from the truth for years, but he had finally begun to accept that he was really into dudes. He had yet to manage to break the news to his immediate family though. He was effectively back in the closet now that he was spending the summer back at the Wayne estate, and the mix of repressed desires and overactive teenage libido was doing a number on his ability to concentrate.

As Damian swung through the air, he couldn’t focus on scouting out possible crimes or listening for the telltale signs of distress. All he could do was scope out his adoptive older brother’s fantastic body. Dick Grayson’s skin-tight spandex Nightwing uniform clung to the curves and contours of his impeccably sculpted muscles like a second skin. In fact it almost seemed like he wasn’t wearing anything at all. Damian could clearly make out the fantastic bubble of Dick’s juicy, muscular, bubble butt. Damian felt like he could lose himself in those supple cheeks. The cute little dimples on the sides of Dick’s booty drove him absolutely wild, but even Dick’s amazingly dense, toned musculature and his firm, round, juicy booty paled in comparison to what he had packed away in front.

Dick’s cock was the stuff of legend. It was a solid foot of pure, masculine meat. The hefty tool was as big around as Dick’s toned forearm and every bit as long as it too. Dick was also a shower and not a grower. His massive piece strained against the front of his skintight super suit. The black spandex left nothing to the imagination. The VPL he was rocking was positively indecent.

Everyone was impressed with Nightwing’s dick. Even outside of costume, Dick Grayson’s cock was the stuff of legend. He had a list of sexual conquests that read like a Greek epic. He had bedded nearly every woman that was above a 7 on the hotness scale. Even chicks who weren’t into dudes made an exception for him and his fantastic cock. Even some dudes were completely enamored with his legendary rod, and Damian was one such fellow.

Damian’s interest in Dick’s cock wasn’t purely sexual though. Sure, he lusted after that cock like any other gay guy, but there was something else at work there. There was an intense longing that resonated in the very core of his being every time he saw that fat cock in action. The way it filled out every inch of the front of his spandex. The way it strained visibly against the front of his casual slacks. The way it swung and lolled heavily as he strutted nude around the Wayne estate. Damian wished more than anything to feel that.

Damian was nowhere near as gifted as his adoptive older brother, and that was putting it mildly. Damian was well below average below the belt. For the longest time he had chalked it up to the effects of going through the Lazarus Pits at such a young age. He figured that the resurrection magics had muddled up his puberty, but as he got into high school he quickly realized that he just had really, really shitty genetics. Puberty came and went. He had gained some hair under his arms and around his crotch, but he had added scarcely an inch to his dick. His tiny tool barely capped out at three inches fully erect. His little dick didn’t even fill out the front of his tight little super suit. He didn’t even have a bulge to speak of, and every time he went on patrol with the legendary Nightwing and his legendary rod, Damian felt meeker and meeker. The two of them made the front page all the time, and in those full color front page pictures, the two of them would be side by side. Nestled between Nightwing’s thick, muscular thighs was a huge, juicy, fat cock that threatened to spill out of the overstretched spandex that struggled desperately to hold back the unspeakable girth, but tucked away between Damian Wayne’s toned quads was nothing. His crotch may as well have been completely flat. Damian had taken to wearing a cup under his suit, ostensibly to protect the family jewels while on patrol, but the real reason was to mask his shame. Nobody would bat an eye at the rock hard lump of a plastic penis guard, but people were sure to snicker at the tiny little lump of his micro-bulge.

“Earth to Damian. Come in, Damian.” Damian’s older bro quipped. The sudden comment snapped Damian out of his reverie and back to the task at hand. He hadn’t even realized it, but Dick had led them directly to an old supposedly abandoned warehouse. It wasn’t abandoned today though. The eerie blue lights flickering in the window said as much.

“What’s going on here?” Damian asked.

“I dunno, but I think it’s time we checked it out.” Dick replied.

The caped, crime-fighting duo swung into action. They silently hopped through an open hatch in the roof and dropped scouted out the site. It didn’t take them long to find out what was going on. Even in the dim light, The Mad Hatter was unmistakable. His gaudy clothes and over the top top hat were readily apparent, and his creepy laughter echoed through the warehouse.

“I wonder what he’s up to.” Dick mused out loud.

“Nothing illegal, I’m sure.” Damian replied sarcastically. After a brief pause he nodded towards a makeshift operating table and said, “Looks like he’s got a captive. Let’s skip the fact-finding part of the mission and go straight to the bust.”

Part One

I met Dan a few months after I got out of the Navy. My unemployment running out, I found a job as a janitor in a small four-story office building.

My new supervisor, a middle-age black woman with thick eyeglasses, named Becky , introduced me to my new co-worker, Danny.

Danny looked about my age, blonde with a short beard, average-build for a guy under 5-foot five, and a bulge that his loose-fitting jeans couldn't hide.

When I was in the Navy, my fat seven-incher ensured I always had a blowjob buddy to relieve the boredom of being at sea, and I had unsuccessfully been looking for one since I was discharged.

We shook hands and Becky took me to the bottom two floors to show me my duties and the location of my cart in the janitors closet.

'I'm so glad your here,' Becky smiled at him. 'I was so sick of doing these two floors and can get back to making my rounds of buildings. I will be back around 11 to check on you two guy's progress. Your lunch break is at 10 o'clock in the fourth floor breakroom.

I took the elevator to the fourth-floor around 10 and looked for the break room. Dan was sitting down with a brown paper bag at the long table.

'Hey, Dan!' I said walking into the room and sitting down across from him.

'Hey Jim!' Dan smiled back. 'Have a seat! How do you like the job?'

'I've had worse,' I sighed. 'It's a paycheck.'

While we ate, Dan and I talked about our recent lives. He had been working here for two years and I told him I had recently been discharged by the Navy.

Soon, we had run out of topics and were silently eating our lunches. I was really curious about his package and knew from my experience in checking guys out in shipboard showers, that the hung ones were always happy to haul it out and show you later if you said someone told me you have a big one.

Watching Dan eat a fruit pie. I Decided to ask. If he got upset with me, I would just leave and not come back. I broke the silence.

'Hey, Dan,' I began. 'Would you mind standing up?'

'Sure!' He laughed, standing up with his hands on his hips.

'So tell me, Dan. Is that ALL of you in there?' I pointed at his crotch while smiling up at him.

I was relieved to see his mischievous smile. 'Wanna see it?' He said, unbuckling his belt. 'Don't worry. We're in the building alone.' He stopped.

'What are you stopping for?' I asked. 'Aren't you going to show me your big cock?'

'You have to ask first!' Dan grinned.

I decided to play along to see where this was going. 'You like like you have a big dick, Dan. May I see it?'

'You promise not to tell anyone?' Dan asked, winking.

'I promise,' I lied.

Dan unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down by about a foot. He wasn't wearing underwear.

Smirking, Dan gripped his massive, floppy uncircumcised around the middle of the shaft so I could inspect it at my leisure.

Dan patiently waited for my shocked laughter to die down. He was smiling at my reaction.

'Congratulations!' I was finally able to say. 'I'm jealous!'

'It's more of a curse than a blessing,' he said, letting it go to fall onto the table in front of me along with his low-hanging scrotum.

'Yup!' I laughed. 'I believe it! Still, it must be fun to have one that big!'

Dan laughed along with me.

'Can I hold it?' I dared ask. 'It sure looks heavy!'

'Be my guest!' He laughed in a good-natured way.

Staring it his limp cock, I lifted it off the table and pulled back his foreskin to reveal a shiny purple flared mushroom.

I faked a disgusted look. 'You really need cleaning under your foreskin!' I lied.

Dan looked embarrassed.

'Look,' I said. 'Let me wash it in the men's room!'

Before he could answer, I stood up and clumsily pulled him down the length of the table and out of the breakroom to the toilets a hundred feet away, Dan laughing in delight the whole way while I squeezed his fat cock in a death grip and clumsily pulled my hard-on out of my fly.

In high school I had such a crush on my best friend, cliche I know, but he was always a stunning and attractive man to see. His jet black hair, his cute stubble and constant five-o-clock shadow were captivating, and his smile charmed everyone he met. He worked out constantly, keeping a lean figure with a moderate chest hair and happy trail that was a magnet for my eyes. I always pined for him, but he was a real player with most of the girls in town, so I would have to keep my fantasies internal, as I knew we would never be.


We drifted apart and I had since come out, something he always teased me about, but I was never comfortable coming out in a small town as word would have gotten around fast. He would cross my mind every so often, but he was a memory, nothing more... Until a few years ago, when he texted me out of the blue and said he wanted to catch up, and talk to me about something. I said "we can meet Saturday for lunch, if that;'s good for you?"

He replied, "sounds great !"

It was fall, so the leaves were changing, but still hanging on to limbs, so a colorful skyline decorated the downtown area of where we were meeting. I nervously arrived a few minutes early, suddenly realizing I didn’t even know how he might look, how he might have changed, or anything. But I heard him call my name with a tap on my shoulder, and I turned around to greet him a decade older, but even more handsome, sexy, and mesmerizing. After a second of eye-fucking his lean body, his tight sweater clinging to his frame and his jeans showing off all the best pieces of that part of the body, I greeted him with a smile and we awkwardly hugged and said our “hellos” then hopped into the diner to grab some lunch.

We didn’t waste too much time catching up, rarely taking a break to not talk aside from eating. It felt like old times with a new viewpoint. He’d mentioned his last few relationships never worked out, and when he was scrawling on social media, he saw my profile and I cast a smile across his face and we wanted to get back in touch. I was flattered, but wary, I didn’t want old desires to flare up again before fizzling away all too soon. He said “you may not know this, but you were always my go-to guy to talk about my relationship troubles, and I’ve missed you being there to lend an ear and a voice.” I felt honored, but deflated and the meal ended on a bit of a whimper.

After our meal, we decided to grab a drink at a nearby bar, but my heart felt low and hardly got into the idea. As we grabbed our drinks and found a table, he noticed my dejection and asked me what was wrong, and it all just spilled out: my infatuation of him back in the day, how I wanted to be more than an ear to talk to; all of it. But rather than become shocked, he put his hand on my shoulder, a smile on his face, and said “I know, and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.. I’m gay too, and you’ve always been on my mind since we became friends!”

Stunned, I for sure thought he was joking and leading me on as he did in the past, but he assured me he was 100% legitimate and really wanted to meet again to connect and continue what began so long ago between us. As his hand rested on my shoulder, I picked my head up and found his eyes, his piercing blue eyes and his bright smile let me know he was being 100% sincere. We chatted for another couple of hours before he invited me back to his place to “catch up in a more cozy place”. I happily obliged, grabbed my jacket and I followed him back to his place.

It was a stunning condo that was far different than anything I remember his high school self would have led me to believe he was ever capable of showcasing, and I shared that backhanded compliment. He coyly smiled and asked me to have a seat while he got us another drink, soon joining me on the couch. His smile never leaving his face, and my cheeks red from a million emotions, we sat there for what felt like an eternity before he scooched closer to me and placed his hand on my thigh. Screaming internally, I placed my drink down and placed my hand on his, while my other hand pulled him in for a kiss. As our tongues met and stubble scraped, his warm breath ran through me and I was panting heavily within seconds. When we finally came up for air, he began kissing my neck and put his hand under my shirt, rubbing my chest and abs, my crotch bursting to feel him too. My hand found his back and began to stroke his frame letting him know this is precisely where we need to be.

I eventually pull his shirt off, as he pulls mine, and as he’s standing in front of me, his chest hair and happy trail are still prominent, but his abs and body are even more intoxicating than they were in the past. My eyes wander down and I can see his member bulging through his aforementioned tight jeans. I can no longer wait for my prize and I hurriedly unbuckle and unbutton his jeans while licking his navel.

Removing his jeans, leaving him in his tight blue briefs, I cherish the picture before me, something my teenage self never believed possible, before I plunge into his groin tongue drenching his cock. The wetness further outlining his cock, his dick’s head peeking out from his waistband. A dribble of pre-cum leaks out and I lick it up to delight on his face, his head thrown back in ecstasy as I take his 9 inch member in my mouth. His hands clasped around his head as the sensations take him over and he pants with every slurp.

As I come up for air, my hand strokes his meaty member, spilling more pre-cum, I then ask him to turn around so I can see his ass. “After that, I’ll do whatever you ask of me!” he says, turning around and allowing me to knead his peach before sliding his briefs down to fully expose his curvaceous bottom to me. I should back up a bit, like most high school kids, he mooned us a lot when we were younger, so seeing his ass wasn’t new, but I’d never been this close and this was a whole new ass to see. It was toned, plump, and ready to be fucked.

My tongue ran up and down each cheek, one hand still stroking his member, as I explored his crack and circled his hole. He chuckled, but urged me to keep going, and I wasn’t about to disappoint, so I briefly loosed my hand from his cock to pull his cheeks apart and fully bring his hole to light. As I pushed my tongue into his hole, he buckled and let out a moan that let me know he’s been wanting this too.


Working in tandem, he would move his ass in one motion as my tongue moved to match his rhythms, and before long he had to call me off, as he was ready to blow. He turned around, pushed me back against the couch, and dropped to his knees as he placed my 7 inch cock in his mouth. Now, I'm unaware of his experience since coming out, but this certainly was not his first time, as he sucked and licked like he’d been doing this for years. He worked my balls, and rubbed my hole as my legs rested upon his broad shoulders and I allowed him to take me on a ride.


He eventually pulled his mouth off of me, gasping, before reaching over to his drawer and producing a bottle of lube and condoms, shaking them at me to let me know what he wants now. Excitedly, I position myself to prepare to take him in, to help fulfill that long-time desire, but he stops me and says “no, me first, I need to feel you inside me and don’t stop until you’re exploding!!”
Never one to disappoint, I place a condom on my dick, and after he’s comfortable, lube his hole before slowly pacing myself in him. The pleasurable noises uttered once I’m fully in will never leave my memories, but my pace picks up and his delighted moans increase as we fuck like lovers who do it every day. As sweat drips and he’s smiling from ear to ear, he repositions me to be seated on the couch on the bottom as he rides me so we can look into each other’s eyes and share a kiss.

Locked at the lips, my hand blindly finds his member to rub his cock, it sticky from so much pre-cum, and his bucking hips and breathing let me know he’s nearly there. I allow him to finish the job as he splashes my chest and spillover runs down his cock. He traps it in his fist and laps it up into his mouth, and I let him know I’m ready too, so he pulls me off, along with the condom, and takes me back into his mouth to suck me off. As the cum blasts out of me and into his mouth, without a single gag, he takes me out and he smiles once again.

We both cuddle together and collapse on his couch, our bodies' warmth keeping us both content. We awaken an hour later, share a kiss, and I playfully smack his butt, the jiggle causes a stir in my loins, he feels it, and his eyes raise to meet mine. That unforgettable smile turns into a devious one before we lock lips again and benign round two.

So we decided to have a pretty intense evening amongst the three of us, wife, hubby and I. We were planning on using the wife pretty well and give her good fucking with pissing too.

Let get straight to the fun, the wife wanted to start with just me at first and then let the hubby join in later as his stamina is lacking a little. So I put her to her knees and fed her my cock as I stood up. I barely gave her 30 seconds before I grabbed the back of her head and forced it down to hold it there. She almost made it to the bottom and I said "I know you can do better slut" then fucked her throat fast for a good twenty seconds then released her and told her to try again. I put my hands behind her head and then forced her down and she made it to the bottom and I held her there for over fifteen seconds as she gagged on the way up and released a lot of saliva. I then let her do her thing for the next minute or so before I sat on the arm of the couch as she crawled towards me and continued to suck my cock.

I would wrap my legs around her head as she would deepthroat me and hold it at the bottom, she was very energetic and she kept sucking me with a lot enthusiasm. I did grab her head and bob it up and down and made her gag even more before putting her in doggy on the couch and lubing up her ass for me to fuck her. I went in slowly at the beginning then got straight to fucking her hard. We were both moaning in pleasure and she just took it like a champ. My cock was stretching that o-ring as I continued to pound her. When I decided to pull out after two minutes I made her gape then made her turn around and suck my cock right out of her ass. She was so happy about this fucking, I could tell from the way she was sucking me. I also made her lick me from my balls all the way to my cock head before putting her sideway in spoon position on the couch and fucking her wonderful ass again.

I reached form behind to choke her a little as I fucked her and I slapped her tits too. She was moaning and really enjoying the fucking, I went at a faster and harder pace as we could hear our bodies hitting. I loved to pull out my cock and see that gape of hers slowly close, I then rolled her over so now her knees were on the floor and chest was on the couch and fucked her like this. She could feel the whole length of my cock go deep into her ass. She held her ass cheeks as she gaped for me a few times before I lied down on the couch and made her suck my cock right out of her ass.

Here I just told her what to do and didnt hold her. I told her to hold it down and when to come back, I told her to suck it up and down fast at times and guided her with the speed. She was very obedient and very good sucking but I wanted to fuck her ass even more so I told her to mount me and bounced on my cock as I held her from her hips. I loved to her tits bounce with each thrust, she was loving this a lot. I looked at her in the face and slapped her as she pulled out my cock then went to suck me. She was doing such a great job, its like she knew what I was going to do next. She deepthroated and gagged herself quite a little before she mounted me again but this time with her back to me and I got to fuck her a little harder than before. The hubby was still there watching, I really enjoying these moments fucking her on my own. We closed in on 25 minutes of us fucking by now and I told her to suck me again out of her ass. This time I was guiding her head with my hand as the hubby approached and he went straight up her ass.

He told me i did a good job fucking that hole as he saw her gape. I was tell her every now and then to gape when he pulled out and hold her cheeks apart. After few minutes we put her to her knees and made her suck us a little before both us peed on her. The hubby had been drinking a lot of water beforehand and he had a lot of pee. She was catching it with her mouth and it would overflow onto her body. I then said it is time for her to take us both.

So the hubby got on his back on the couch and went up her ass as she mounted him with her back to him and then I went in her pussy. I loved to pound her this way as I got to look at her face and her body. I could also feel my balls touching the hubby's cock. We did pull out every minute or so for her to gape for us and I would fuck her ass to give the hubby a little break and then I would pull out for him to go in then I would feed her my cock. I would make her gag and she would take it like a champ. When the hubby would pull out again I went back to fucking her ass for a little while then returned to fucking her pussy as hubby went back in her ass.

I looked her in the eyes and told her its time to take two in the ass now. I flipped her over to face her hubby and he went in her ass, I slipped my cock in slowly and increased out speeds as we fucked her. She was taking it like a true whore, with oth our cocks sliding inside that asshole of hers. We were all sweaty at this point and closing in on 40 minutes. I would pull out to feed her my cock and hubby would continue to fuck her ass. Then I got her on the ottoman in doggy and fucked her this way as the huby gagged her form the other end. I pulled out and told her to gape and peed into her gaping hole then shoved my cock in to pee some more and filled her up. When I pulled out she exploded, then I fed her my cock and peed on her face some more as the hubby started to fuck her. within a minute or two he also had to pee so he told me to fuck her ass as he peed all over her face and body and splashed me a little.

Within the next two minutes we both came all over her face as we kneeled her in between us. We did get each others cum on our cocks and she did a very good job licking it all up.

Now I have your attention, who else is in to ginormous unreal cocks that are literally impossible to hide. I'm talking cocks so thick and long that they literally weigh the lucky guy down and would create a bulge impossible to hide. If not impossible to cover. This is my fantasy to have a cock this way. I would gladly be someone's morbid experiment if they wanted to fund this sort of transformation on a young man. If anyone else has this kind of fantasy message me on here or on skype at TripodGuy. I can't wait to here the sort of stories other people have.

I am wondering if Alexander the great was gay or Persian culture is feminine?

Let's try this story again. Tell me what you think of it after my changes.

MONSTER​

by Wallyj84

Dick Cummins sat in the green room. His pants were around his ankles and hands were wrapped around his massive cock. He was nervous. He was always nervous on a filming day and like all men when nervous he calmed himself by playing with his massive cock. Dick started his session by gently rubbing his cock head with his right palm and fingers. This was enough to get the blood flowing, but not enough to get him fully erect. No. Not enough all. To achieve full erection Dick needed to work the shaft. He would do this with his left hand. Grabbing his bottle thick cock so that his palm was rubbing the underside of his cock while his thumbs and fingers handled the side. This sadly left the top of his cock unattended, but with a cock as massive as Dick Cummin’s you would need no less than four hands to pleasure all of it. Five would be best to be on the safe side.

As his cock hardened in his hands, Dick was reminded of his own superiority and sexual invincibility. His big cock made him better than other people. Assured in his own superiority, Dick called in his servant James to the green room.

"James, come in here please." Said Dick as he stood up. He liked to be standing when James saw his erection.

James was out in the hallway when he heard his master’s summons. He was standing as man normally would. Which was fine when no one was around as Smalls were allowed a tiny bit of dignity in private, but as he knew he would soon be in eyesight of his master, his posture, gait, and mannerisms changed to the legally mandated Walk Small movement style. He was a master of this type of walking. If there were a competition for the Walk Small he would definitely take top honors. As he approached his master, he hunched his back and bent his arms forming a 35-degree angle. His walk was more of a shuffle with his feet crossing in front of each other as if he were walking a tightrope. Walking in this way was demeaning but was the law of the land and as the studs were fond of telling Smalls, “It was better than they deserved.”

As James walked into the green room, he knew what he was about to see, but acted shocked all the same. "Golly gosh sir yo’ dick i’ hard!” James spoke in the standard dialect of Smalls mockingly called Small Talk by most of the population. “Dat is a vewy big dick sir! Gee willikers, I wish I ‘ad a dick dat big but I just a filffy Small.”

Although his surprise was fake his praise was real. Dick did indeed have a massive cock and James was extremely jealous of it. He loved looking at it and imagining that it was his cock. He dreamed about being able to walk normally and speak Standard English like the Studs do. If only he had a big cock. He would be allowed to have self-respect.

"My big dick is why I am the master, and you are my servant, James. Now, show me your tiny cock."

James complied. he had gone through this act many times, but it never got any easier. he blushed as he dropped his pants, revealing his tiny wiener to his master.



"HAHA HAHA!" Dick laughed at the sight of James’ small dick. He had seen James' tiny cock many times, but it only got funnier every time. James’ penis was maybe 3 inches soft and 5 inches hard. it was pathetic. The laughter hurt James, but he knew he deserved it. James knew that pain was all that Smalls deserved in this world.

after a good 2 minutes of laughter, Dick regained his composure and said, "I would kill myself if I had A dick like that, James" James nodded in agreement. he had thought of killing himself many times.

Having served his purpose James was dismissed and Dick was left to make his final preparations for today's show.

Monster was the biggest show the world had ever seen. it had brought the world together after the devastation of the cock wars and was broadcasted all over the world. the star of the show, the eponymous Monster was the biggest celebrity the world had ever seen. plush dollies of the creature had outsold teddy bears as the most popular stuffed animal and nearly everyone had at least one calendar or a picture book of the creature. The exact origins of the monster were a mystery. The most popular theory is that it was a genetic weapon meant for use in the cock wars but couldn’t be deployed before the war ended. Some religious types thought it was a demon from hell or an angel from heaven. Some conspiracy theorists thought it was a computer-generated image, but the monster was very real. Dick had seen it up close too many times to ever think otherwise.

“Come in Muffy,” said Dick.

Muffy Tite was the head producer of the show. She came by to discuss today’s episode but had caught the tail end of Dick and James' performance and couldn’t contain her sexual excitement at seeing a Small being put in his place.

“You put James in his place, Dick! That was incredible!”

“Damn straight! Want to help me put him in his place again?”

“Of course!”

“Grab this fat cock and start jerking.”

Muffy grabbed Jame’s fat cock. It was so big she couldn’t even wrap her hands around it. But she worked it as best she could. She had one hand focused on the head while the other worked the shaft focusing on Dick’s massive frenulum. She worked it like this for a good couple of minutes before James let loose a shower of cum that landed on the floor.

“Come in here James,” Dick said. “We need you to clean something up.”

When James saw the cum on the floor he offered to get a towel, but Dick told him to use his tongue instead. James did as he was told. He knew that disobedience would put him next in line to meet the Monster.

“Look at him! He’s licking up all that cum!” Muffy shouted with glee. “These Smalls are really pathetic. How I hate them! I hate their small dicks and little balls! They’re genetic abominations that prove hope is a lie and God is nothing more than a fairy tale! How can hope exist when some disgusting freaks have less than 7” between their legs? What loving God would create something as disgusting as a Small? Smalls are the proof that evil is real.”

Jame’s finished licking up the cum and was about to get Dick motioned for him to stay in that position.

“Check this out.” Dick said to Muffy with a wink.

Dick got up, unzipped his pants, and pissed on Jame’s head. Muffy laughed and clapped at this sight.

“Big dicks are God!” Shouted Muffy. “They are our shining light of hope in this small penis darkness. They are our purpose, strength, and spirit. Praise be to big dicks. Praise them!” Muffy continued on like this for the entire time Dick was relieving himself and didn’t stop until James had finally left the room after being completely embarrassed and humiliated.

My name is Percy and my quest for the golden cock started at the Olympus Gym…I just didn’t know it when I first entered through those golden doors.
Before I joined the Olympus gym, I knew nothing about the gods, goddesses, and nymphs that inhabited our world. I thought that the sexual escapades of the Greek gods were all a myth until I met my friend Jason. To me delight and extreme pleasure, I was wrong. I soon found out how divine the sex life of the gods actually was.
It started a few months after I had met Jason out at a bar. We had hit it off right away as friends when we met at a bar. I had just started working out and was looking for a new gym to join. Jason , who was already in really good shape, said he would sponsor me for me a spot a Olympus Gym, an exclusive gym in the trendy part of town. I had a decent body already, with a 5’10 frame and 160lbs but I wanted to bulk up some more. The Olympus Gym seemed like the perfect place. Jason gave me a free day pass so I could check it out before I signed up, and he told me the free perks were worth the membership.
When I first entered the gym, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The only thing I could think of though was how hot everybody looked. The women were like models with big round asses with nylon shorts stretched across the crack of their butts and sports bras wrapped around their chest showing heavy round tits and hard nipples poking through the fabric. I almost felt embarrassed by my growing erection. All I could think of was those warm pussies being filled with hot dick. I couldn’t wait to see what the women in the exercise room looked like.
I headed back to the men’s locker room and found an empty locker in the back by the shower area. There was one guy rinsing off in the back. I wasn’t really insecure about my size but as I was changing, I could see the shower area out of the corner of my eye. It was an open shower situation. No stalls. I don’t usually check out a guy’s dick, but this guy had an eight inch monster hanging down past his balls. My six inch cock seemed small in comparison. How ridiculous was it that this place had such hot fuckable chicks and such hung dudes?
I shrugged it off and headed to work out in the weight room. When I got back to the locker room, it was empty as it was pretty late already. Figuring that no one was around, I stripped completely naked , grabbed my towel and headed to the showers. My muscles were sore and the hot water streaming from showerhead felt great. My shoulder and arms began to relax. I reached for the soap dispenser and began to rub the soap against my chest. Naked and relaxed, my cock involuntarily began to rise. Normally I would be embarrassed, but what the hell, nobody else was around.
As my cock stiffened, I thought I could hear a voice, a women’s voice approaching. I couldn’t leave or for sure whoever it was would see my 6 inch hard on, so I turned to face the far wall. I turned my head and didn’t see anything. I heard a slight girlish giggle behind me and spun around. And as if from the steam from the hot water, the hottest blond appeared. She had fucking perfect perky titties and a smooth round ass. Her pussy was perfectly waxed.
“Hey there horny stud” she said.
My jaw was on the ground and my cock my throbbing. I tried to cover my erection.
“What you trying to hide there?” she asked
“Uhhh… how did you… what are you doing here?... I’m …uhhh…showering….” I said.
“You’re horny too aren’t you. Couldn’t you use a nice wet mouth on that cock of yours” she said as she approached closer.
“Oh I …umm… yeah…” I didn’t know how to respond.
She moved closer, and moved my own hands away from my cock. As she moved closer I could see how perfect her tits really were. I wanted to rub my cock all over those huge tits.
She lowered herself to her knees and flicked a tongue against my cock head, sending a shudder down my shaft. I threw my head back and exhaled a low “mmmmmmm.” Fuck it felt good.
I wasn’t sure if this was against the rules, but fuck it felt great. She started licking the length of shaft. “Are you sure we shouldn’t go somewhere else?” I asked between moans.
“No silly, this is what I’m here for….To swallow your hot jizz. Consider it a perk of the gym.” Wow, Jason was right, the perks were great.
This hot blond rubbed my thighs as she began to take my full cock into her mouth. Fuck her mouth felt better than the tightest pussy. The water from the shower sprayed down on us both.
As she began working my cock, my hands worked their way till they were on the side of head. Very slowly, I began to move my hips in time with her going down on my stiff cock, each time getting it deeper into her mouth. Soon I could feel my ball sack slowly bouncing off her chin and she began moaning as she became more turned on my sucking my dick. My hips began thrusting more quickly as she began to gag a little on my cock.
With a loud slurp, this hot ass girl pulled off my cock. “God, my pussy is so wet, will you stuff you cock in my wet hole.”
“Fuck yeah” I said, eager to get my cock in that warm snatch.
She turned, facing the shower wall and pushed her ass out “I like it best from the back” she said.
I rubbed my cock up and down her warm slit and could feel the heat from her pussy on my cock.
“oh fuck…..please don’t tease me….i need your cock. “ she purred softly.
I thrust my hips forward and felt her snatch clasp my cock so hard I almost shot a pint of jizz in her right there in the shower room.

Well let me start this story telling you something about myself my name is Jason I’m 18 and freshmen in college and I come from a family of professionals so yeah I have a lot of pressure to do well in college. My brother and I have the same color of skin tan which I don’t regret having. I have color eyes and short brown hair. In my physical in my years of high school I was on the cross country team and I guess I’m in pretty good shape. So enough about me let get back to the story.

My brother Robert, his friend Joe, and myself attend the same college but I avoid contact with both of them as much as possible in my daily life. However, in summer vacation I really didn’t have any luck. When I arrive home I walked in the doors of the all-too familiar room and let out a relieved sigh as I dropped my suitcase and bags to the floor and breathed in the scent of the house I’ve lived in my entire life. After a few seconds of blissful nostalgia, my concentration was broke by a violent embrace curtsey of my overbearing mother. After all the "Welcome back's" and "how are you?'s"

As I walked my way to the kitchen I spotted my brother Rob sitting across the table from his best friend Joe. I stood there admire the beauty in Joe. But I could see much of him the good parts because he was sitting in the opposite side. So let me tell you something about Joe he is a year older than me, about 6’3”, short brown hair, athletic, blue eyes, and the most amazing bubble butt. After I greeted my brother and Joe I went to sit next to Joe and we started eating dinner and telling stories about college.

About midnight, I was so tired I proceeded to my bedroom to go to sleep. As I passed the upstairs bathroom the door was half way open I peek a little and it was Joe, wearing just his underwear staring at himself in the mirror. I didn’t even notice how long I notice because before I knew it the door slam at me hitting my face. He open the door. What are you looking up? He barked.

“I…I justtt…”

“Just what?”

“I was just on my way to my room.” I replied calmly

“You were probably checking me out! You piece of shit!” he yelled and busted in laughter.

“Oh yeah jackass I was, it’s because you’re just so sexy Joe!” I said with a girly accent and walk away from him and enter my room.

Phew I thought to myself. That was to close, I’d have to be more careful around here with him close to me I have to keep out my eyes wandering around from now on. As I lied on my bed, all I could think about was Joe and his beautiful body. I went over every detail of his body in my head before could stop, my dick was hard with an erection. I slid my hands down my body pleasuring myself. I slid my boxers down and started to jack-off. I began pick up speed and I knew with my thoughts about Joe beautiful body within minutes, I exploded all over my ab’s and pecks. I licked my fingers clean until there were any cum in my body. By then I was exhausted, and I slowly close my eyes.

I as sleep I heard the door open. I close my eyes curious on who might be and what they wanted. I heard footsteps approaching and stood there on the corner of my bed. I pretended to be asleep and shifted positions. I heard a movement and then, I felt a hand rub against my ass. I couldn’t believe what was going on. I open my eyes the tiniest bit, just enough to see Joe, standing naked, leaning against my body and ass. I heard him sniffing around my ass. Then, something that I have always dreamed off was happening he spread my ass cheeks I guess he like it because he never stop. I decided to let him play a little bit longer until I decided to make my consciousness know, because I knew I didn’t want this to end soon, as he licked my hole, I shifted my hand and began pushing harder down into my ass, nuzzling his face into it. I clearly startled him, because he jerked his head up and stared into my eyes.

“Don’t you fucking dare to stop” I said to him, and he nuzzled back into my ass once again.

I was so fucking horny I needed more. I turned over and pulled his face up to mine and stated kissing him. It seemed to take him by surprise, but he soon relaxed and I explored every inch of his amazing body. I was so absorbed in him, I didn't even stop to think that it couldn't possibly be happening. Joe was straight, this I thought I knew for sure. But I didn't care, I was going to enjoy every second I had embraced with him.

I guess Joe was just as horny as I was, and he got more aggressive with every passing minute. But I wasn't complaining as he shoved my head down to his crotch. I thrusted my face into his tight white briefs. His dick, not to my surprise, was huge. It had to be at least 8 inches. I thrashed off the briefs with one swift movement and dived onto his awaiting cock. I had never sucked a dick as big as his, but I was determined to get as much of him in my mouth as possible. I got about 6 inches down my throat as I sucked up and down his beautiful shaft. I grabbed his dick and massaged it as I sucked on his sweaty balls and soon went back to sucking.

"Holy fuck that feels so fucking good." he half moaned.

I knew he was close, but I couldn't stop myself from sucking him. And as he grabbed my hair and shoved my head into his dick, I knew he was about to cum.

"Oh fuck Jason, I'm going to cum if you don't stop." he yelled.

His words were telling me to stop, but his hands were compelling me to keep going. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum. So I continued suck and massaged his dick as I went up and down. In about 5 seconds, he exploded, and his hot load shot down my throat and I swallowed every drop with bliss.

After that, he panted for a minute or two and then pulled my face up to his and pulled me into a long passionate kiss. He massaged my ass as we kissed, and playfully slapped it. He pulled out of the kiss and smiled at me. The most amazing smile you've ever seen. I grabbed my dick and started stroking, staring into his bright blue eyes and within 20 seconds, I came all over his washboard abs. I looked at him in an apologetic manner, but he rubbed the cum all over his chest, and pulled me into an even more passionate kiss. Every few seconds, I would burst into a huge smile as he kissed me.

Then, to my surprise, he picked up his briefs and walked out of my room. He never looked back. And I just knelt on my knees in my bed and watched the door as he shut it tight. I didn't sleep at all that night.

I didn’t know what tomorrow was going to be like but I had a terrible felling in my gut.

There's story where two mens who already married but try things out??? They even go vacation together to some lake and explore thing more. There's one scene that i remember where they meditate in the morning??

My tennis partner is a dedicated player, his soccer attitudes often carry over from the field to the court, and his energy is enviable. A lean muscled man his 30s, he knows just how to take care of his body, and has no problem or shame showing it off. I would kill to look like him. Today he is wearing the tightest shorts, barely room to keep tennis balls in the pockets, much less anything else; and even better they’re practically see-through and I can see it all!

Every jiggle, every shake, his sexy jock trying to hold it all together; but struggling with every serve, every return, every hit. We leave the court winners, but we also lost a few points due to me being… distracted!

Any way, as the match ends, we get in his car and head back to his place, the whole time playfully kissing him and teasing him by sliding my hand up and down his thigh. He chuckles and tells me to stop so he can keep his eyes on the road, but I know he’s only saying it out of obligation, and wouldn’t mind if I kept going. Seeing his bulge growing, knowing his jock can barely contain his 8 inch cock, I slowly move my hand up his shorts until I am caressing his tip. It’s dripping with pre-cum, and his moans through his bit lips are urging me to continue. Feeling his dick pulse and his crotch squirming, he puts the pedal to the metal and before we know it we’re at his place much more sooner than in the past.

As we exit the car, we lock our lips in a tight embrace, tongues exploring each other. We head in to his home, and he grabs me and pulls me in for another kiss that leaves us both breathless but excited for what’s coming. He picks me up, wraps my legs around his body, and we continue sloppily making out as my cock grinds his abs. He releases me from his arms and I remove his shirt to release his beautiful semi-hairy chest, tweaking his nipples and kissing the nape of his neck and earlobes. I run my hand down his chest and abs and his moaning is telling I’m doing it all right, despite teasing him when I reach his waistband. He snickers, but his hand finds my ass and smacks it as playful punishment.

We head upstairs to the bed and remove our shorts, his cock barely contained by his jock, pre-cum staining and outlining his dick head. I drop to my knees and pull his jock down, forcing his cock to slap his lower abs. I lick the pre-cum that splashed out and around his navel and kiss his dick head to make it feel better. Circling my tongue around his circumcised head, I take it in my mouth. He’s making the best sounds for a BJ and it’s not long before I’m exploring his balls and working around to his ass. My hands are rubbing his cheeks and through his smooth crack, finding his hole. As I remove my mouth from his cock, I catch my breath, look him in his eyes, and we smile at each other, before I turn him around and begin tonguing his musky hole. His sweat-stained peach is inviting and captivating. He’s quivering and shuddering as my tongue enjoys his ass. He’s fully bent over his bed frame, reaching around with one hand on my head the other stroking his dick, and he begs me to do more, so I lube my cock up and slowly insert myself into him.

With every thrust and increase of momentum his moans increase. He doesn’t last long though, as he shoots a load on his stomach, it begs me to keep going. I already know he’s not a one-shot man, so I keep pounding his hole and he’s hard again in a minute. We switch positions, finally ending up with me on my back and his full frame atop me looking into my eyes as he’s stroking his cum-covered cock, the cum on his abs mixing with sweat, both glistening from the sun shine.

With a few more pumps, his panting heightens and his cock explodes with cum. Out of breath he tells me pull my dick out of his ass and shove it down his throat. I comply and he sucks and swallows every blast my dick is releasing. We’re both sweaty but satisfied. We lie in bed for a few minutes before falling into a nice nap, but we’re already scheduling our next match!

Chapter 1
Samantha

She had known him since high school and had never considered him to be anything more than a great friend. Well, even “great friend” seemed a little too strong for what their relationship really was. He was a fun guy to hang out with, to shoot the breeze with or to have nonsensical conversations that would always devolve in the most absurd ways. Derik Smith was a funny guy who made light of even the most serious of situations and because of this he never became one of those friends that you talked “real world” with. He was too much of a joker, and it made it almost impossible to have a real conversation with him. Although, this quality of his put him firmly in the “goofy/ hangout” category of friends and pretty much prevented their relationship from becoming anything more than that, it was okay because he was consistently a lot of fun to be around.

That’s why he was here, in Samantha’s apartment, sleeping on her living room floor. Last night they had marathoned Uncharted 3 in a single sitting and after much ball busting about him dying dozens and dozens of times in a row, and after a few controller switches between the two of them, they finally finished the game around three in the morning. Damn, it was fun, that stream of joy that comes from an all-night session of joking and gaming and just having a genuine blast. It was that special kind of exhilaration that only comes from the delirium of exhaustion, mixed with the company of good friends. It had almost felt like old high school times, but at around midnight everyone started to feel the exhaustion kick in and the last few hours of the game seemed more like a test of endurance than actual fun. So once the game was done, Derik collapsed onto the blanket laid out on the floor, mumbled something about “kickin ass and playin games” and abruptly fell asleep.

It was a great night, and one that frankly didn’t happen enough. High school had been over ten years ago, and both of them being 28, were as busy as any other old boring adult can be. Work, work, work, wanna hang out? Too busy? … Ok. Maybe next time. Repeat the process. It’s just what happened when you got older; it became harder to find time to hang out with your friends. It was because of this fact that when Samantha was getting out of bed the next morning she was still smiling thinking about the fun they had both had, and reflecting on how she should really try to make more time to spend time with friends. It’s a cliché, but it was true; time seems to tick away faster every year.

Samantha was making a mental note to try to hang out with her friends more in the future when she slowly opened her bedroom door, hoping to be quiet in case Derik was still asleep. She was glad she did too, because he was still out cold. He was sprawled out on the floor, facing the ceiling, with the blankets rolled in a ball and tossed off to the side. As she tiptoed around his prone body, on her way to the kitchen and to a fresh cup of much needed coffee, she couldn’t help but think how weird it was that he didn’t need any pillows or blankets. They had offered him the guest bedroom, but he declined, saying with a smile that he’ll be fine right on the floor. He’s out cold with his head on the hard floor and no blankets to keep him warm, I mean, who slept like that?! Derik did, she supposed, and it really didn’t surprise her. He was always a little odd.

Having started the coffee pot and having nothing better to do, Samantha examined her sleeping friend. He was lying flat on his back with his arms and legs stretched out to the side as if he were on some invisible torture device, his fingers wiggling every few seconds. Laying like that he almost looked like a dead beetle. It wasn’t that Derik was an ugly guy; it was just that he wasn’t what some people would consider to be “traditionally handsome.” Derik had a roundish face, slightly bushy eyebrows and a smile that seemed to be always ready to spring out at the slightest provocation. He was shortish for a man, standing at around 5’ 6”, but, almost as if his body wanted to make up for this fact, very, very broad. This gave his body an awkward look, almost like there was too much stuff shoved into the short container that was his body. This gave him the appearance of a man that was very muscular. He didn’t exactly look like a bodybuilder, but he certainly looked… solid. That was the right word.

Most of this broadness was in his shoulders. Derik had very wide shoulders, wide enough that she imagined that if he were a very different person, he could have done well on a football field. She could easily imagine him charging through a crowd of men and using his “broadness” to its complete advantage. But, instead, he had chosen a very different path: the path of the nerd. Instead of playing sports and using that bulk to excel, he had spent most of his childhood and his formative years playing videogames and reading comics. Also, there was the fact that Derik was just too much of a nice guy to hurt even a fly, let alone smash a person flat on their ass. He would sooner befriend a charging linebacker, than fight them back.

The pot began to steam, and before it could make too much of a racket, Samantha took it off the burner. She wasn’t nearly fast enough though, and one loud pitch caused Derik to stir. He twisted his legs and scratched his head in a fit of near “awakeness” but after a few seconds of twisting around he fell back into a deep slumber. One of his hands stopped right on the top of his head, mid scratch, and the other landed on his belly, so that he seemed to change from a dying beetle into a sleeping chimp. Apparently he was doomed to look ridiculous. Even laying there, to add to the absurdity, a beam of light reflected off of his bald head to hit the coffee pot and cascaded into a flurry of rainbows. Samantha had to stifle a laugh, even when sleeping Derik was comical. He kept his head shaved, and usually maintained a fine goatee that encircled his lips and chin. Samantha knew from experience that Derik would not have been embarrassed by this magic of the light, but instead would have laughed with her as he tried to manipulate the beam reflecting off of his shiny, bald head. Nothing seemed to offend or embarrass the guy. It was all just fun and games to him.

After pouring herself a cup, Samantha regarded her coffee like a sick man receiving a miraculous cure, and as she drank she looked up at Derik’s sleeping form…. and almost spit it out all over her kitchen floor. Her eyes bulged as she took in this sudden, and unforeseen change in her friend. She put down her coffee mug and slowly leaned forward, over the counter, to stare at Derik’s right thigh. Because here is where the source of he surprise came from: a thick, long, bulge, ran from Derik’s crotch all the way down his thigh. The bulge was thick, too thick to be what she thought it was, and also way too long for that matter. He was wearing a pair of grey shorts that he had brought to sleep in and the bulge ran almost to where thewide leg hole began. At first she thought that it might be a trick of the light, a strange flattering shadow that most men would only dream of possessing, but after waving her hand in the air and disturbing the shadows of the room in the process, she confirmed that the bulge was, in fact, very real. What was especially alarming was that it was clearly still flaccid. The thought boggled her mind, it just didn’t make sense. It was obscene and completely unexpected. She was, frankly, stunned.

Wait. Derik Smoot had a huge cock?! Not that it was completely ridiculous, it was just that she had never thought of him in a sexual way. Sure, she knew that he must have occasional sex, like most regular adults, but she never really thought about it and she certainly didn’t think about what size his slong might be. Samantha’s mind began to spin with this revelation, not necessarily with the question of how could this huge dick exist on one of her best friends, but with the more intriguing question: how had he been able to hide it for so long? I mean, this thing was unreal. There have been many sleep-overs over the years and even a few trips to waterparks, but she had never had so much of a glimpse of this thing. What was she missing?

As she stared at what could have been a small arm hiding in his shorts, her eyes drifted over the rest of Derik’s body and found the answer. Right above the mysterious bulge was his belly. Although, Derik was by no means a skinny guy, he had lost a considerable amount of weigh in the past few years. Through a combination of running and eating better (well, mostly better. They did destroy several small pizzas last night) he had lost close to fifty pounds all together. When he was heavier he wore large baggy clothes to hide his weight, and even now after losing the weight he typically still did, perhaps out of habit. Maybe his baggy clothes coupled with the fact that she has always just considered him a friend (and thus, would most definitely not be looking at his crotch) led to this literally massive secret from being revealed to her. Was that possible?

Derik wiggled once more, as if he was on the verge of waking up, and Samantha froze. What should she do? She most definitely did not want to be caught “crotch watching” by one of her best friends. So she did what any normal, adjusted adult female would do: she hid behind the kitchen counter. She crouched down low to the linoleum, as she listened to the sounds of Derik’s movement like a child waiting for Santa Clause. He mumbled something, (wait was that the theme to the “Magic School Bus?) and after several moments settled down again. Once Samantha was convinced that he was safely back asleep she decided that she would slowly get up, tiptoe back to her room, and stay there until he woke up and got dressed. Derik’s big dick was his own business, and she was starting to feel like she was being very disrespectful by “ogling” his crotch. How would she feel if the tables were turned and Derik was caught staring at her breasts while she slept? She would think that he was a giant scumbag, that’s what.

So she slowly stood up, walked around the counter, and once again froze dead in her tracks. She was happy to not have a mouthful of coffee this time around. When Derik had stirred the second time, his penis had been inadvertently adjusted to lay perfectly on top of his thigh. This caused two things to happen: (1.) it made the bulge even more pronounced because with it laying directly on top of the thigh the sheer girth of the thing was much more apparent, and (2.) with his dick coming up to (but, not quite peeking out) of the leg hole of the shorts, it formed a sort of “shorts tunnel.” “A tunnel that could be peered into!” Samantha thought with a chill. And if she decided to peer up his shorts, all she would really have to do would be drop her head just a bit closer to the ground, she would know for sure if this was, in fact, a record book worthy penis.

Now it’s important to note that Samantha would not consider herself a “size queen.” She had only ever slept with one man before, and although even with her minor experience she could tell that his penis wasn’t very large, she was very happy with it. To Samantha, just like most women, penis size didn’t really matter to her. This wasn’t an issue of Derik’s penis arousing her, it was simply a matter of it being too big to even consider being a real dick hidden under there. She was mostly curious, that’s all. It’s like finding out that your best friend may have a hidden superpower. You would want to know, right? And, to be honest, she wasn’t entirely convinced that the bulge was actually caused by a large penis in his shorts. She hadn’t really seen anything yet, just a shape under some clothing, really. And there is the fact of her late night to consider too. Samantha didn’t pull late-nighters like that very often; she was probably still super groggy from a lack of sleep and coffee and was having hallucinations of giant penises. Sure it would be the first such hallucination, but it was entirely plausible. Well, it would be plausible if the bulge wasn’t still staring right at her as if it would strike at any second. And she felt pretty darn awake right now.

Samantha took a deep breath as she took in the awkward situation. What should she do? She had already decided that it’s a major scumbag move to stare at a friend’s crotch as they slept, not even mentioning the fact that she’s also considering peering up us shorts like some sort of creepy pervert. She didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize their relationship by making things weird, and this was certainly weird. Even if his slong were as massive as it appeared she wouldn’t magically think of him a boyfriend material, right? There are so many problems with that scenario that it wasn’t even funny. She should most definitely go back to her room and forget about what she saw. Yep, that’s exactly what she should do.

…. But, on the other hand, she was still really, REALLY, curious. Once again, it’s like finding out that one of your best friends had a super power and had been keeping it a secret for the entire relationship. Maybe it isn’t his dick making that bulge, but… something else. Something else? Like maybe a big dildo. Samantha had heard about men that were so insecure about their penis size that they left the house with fake penises strapped to their inner thighs to give the illusion of them having a big dick. She imagined them dancing around at the nightclub flaunting their fake package off to anyone with eyeballs. She had thought that this was incredibly stupid for two reasons: most women simply didn’t care about the size of a man’s penis, and if that guy did happen to take a “size queen” home, wouldn’t that woman be disappointed to find out that their coveted dick was actually a hunk of plastic? It was a lose-lose situation.

This picture turns me on so much! I love innuendos, metaphor, and anything that can have double meaning. Anyone have any gay anecdotes or story recs that are centered around food? Please note this is NOT the place for those with a feeder fetish, as that is something different.

First attempt here goes nothing.....

John was 31, he had been happily married for years, he had 3 children and his sex life was average. His partner was 24 5ft8 quite busty slim and attractive. Their sex life was average and they played various games to liven up their sex life. John particularily enjoyed role play, especially when his partner told him that he needed to be bigger in the cock department. He loved to be teased, beth would place her mouth 2 or 3 inches away from the tip of his penis and tell him that if he was 10 or 12 inches he'd be in her mouth by now. This got John extremely horny and usually by this point his cock had extended out to its full potential, 6 and 1/2 inches. This by all means was average, but it had kept his partner happy for many years. John like many men reaching his 30's had begun to become paranoid about his expanding waistline had like most men in his position decided to join a gym. John was started off going to the gym 1 or twice a week, and had the personal trainer helping him to get fit. John had always been straight, but a chapter in his life was about to unfold which would permanently change his perception forever.
It was late on a Thursday night, John had finished work at 8pm due to project commitments, his partner had gone out for the night, so he decided to visit the Gym for a late night session followed by a sauna. The Gym was relatively empty due to the time of night. John's personal trainer was still about and as usual offered advice and tips to John on how he could exercise different parts of his body. At the end of his session John went to to the locker room changed, wrapped his towel around himself, to protect his dignity and went to the sauna room. Once inside John relaxed, he was on his own, and that was the way he liked it. Occasionally, when placed in this position, John would have a cheeky wank, the thrill of being possibly caught always brought him to a shuddering climax. Tonight however John was just content with relaxing. Ten minutes, into the sauna, John could feel himself nodding off, when he heard the sauna door open, and a familiar voice say hello John. It was John's personal trainer 'Jamie' he had entered the sauna totally naked!! John said hello and tried to concentrate his gaze on the timer, and temperature display on the wall, determined not to check Jamie out for fear of being percieved as being 'GAY'; However this proved to be very difficult, Jamie struck up a conversation with John, discussing how his training was going, and thats when Johns eyes met with Jamie's crotch. There was the largest cock John had ever seen in his life. All men are guilty at some point of stealing a glance and checking other blokes out in communal showers etc, but John had only ever come across comparable cocks. Jamie's was different, What lay there soft may I add!! was bigger than John's fully erect cock, thicker as well. John when soft was only a mere 3 inches. Jamie's had to be at least 10!! John felt a strange feeling come over him as he stared at Jamie large member, and as the conversation went on John started to develop a Hard-on, due to what must have been pure penis envy. Jamie notice the growing bulge and tenting of John's towel. Jamie commented on it, and John went red with embarressment, 'Its OK Jamie said your not the first bloke to react like that around me' Jamie got up and went to sit next to John. 'Its ok' he said 'I'm not gay, you can remove your towel I understand', John removed his towel, and his cock bounced up to attention. John looked across at Jamie's it was huge in comparison and still soft!! Jamie asked John if he would enjoy some mutual masturbation, John could remember, doing this with his brother when he was younger, mainly to compare erection sizes, but this was no competition right from the start. However John agreed, at which point Jamie took his monstrous member in hand, and started to play with it. John wasnt playing with his cock, he was mesmerised, and totally focused on watching Jamie playing with his cock. Jamie knew this and was getting very turnewd on by the attention. Jamies cock started to grow, as it filled up with blood, John couldnt believe it, as it got harder John had to open his grip 'He could'nt put his hand around his monster cock'. It dwarfed John's hard dick when it reached its full potential, It was more than twice john erect length, and from what John could see almost as thick as a can of deoderant. It was amazing. The head of his cock was almost twice the size of John's puny dick. John thought to himself 'What would his partner think of this magnificent cock. John could contain his envy anymore, he hesitantly reached across and touched Jamie's big cock. Jamie just smiled 'You can finish me off if you like' he said. John had been staright all his life but confronted with this enormous cock he just didnt know what to do, and was overcome with desire and envy. John got on his knees and started rapidly wanking off Jamies big Dick. He even started to lick it and put it in his mouth. John was just overcome with lust for this big cock. Eventuallly Jamie couldnt take any more of the stroking and envy and came all in John face. He came an amount that John just couldnt comprehend, but it was an amount fitting of a big cock, John thought!! A trickle just wouldnt have done it justice. John desperately wanted to share this experience with his partner, and asked Jamie if he would be willing to show his monster member to his partner. Jamie agreed, and that is another story for another time... happy dreams...

as some of you know im kinda bisexual and want to have sex with another guy but have yet to so ima decided to put my fantasy in story form



so im in bed nailing this one chick, just working her good, that good fuck, just the time when your hitting it right and shes not even talking, shes just moaning and breathing heavy and looking at me like she is concerned about something


but this time is different. as im nailing this chick i keep envisioning a guy. infact i know the guy, its my friend from work, this gay guy named jason. then i come back to and its her again then i finally finish, cum, she leaves and i wake up and go to work.


im sitting at work them around lunch time jason walks over and ask if i want to go to lunch, i say sure lets go. im not a homophobe Him and I have worked together and have worked well and hes over all a good guy, very masculine acting and not a fairy at all, weve worked out before. im a big guy about 6 foot 240 with low bf hes super lean at 180ish and 5'10" with an 8 pack very cut and very sexy with georgeous green eyes and somewhat shaggy dirty blonde hair which hangs in his face ever so slightly, he has no idea im digging him


its a friday and were at lunch and he ask if i mind going to a gay bar with him. i "act" hesitant but i eventually give in, we agree to go after we work out today after work, hey he isa good friend of mine, plus im curious

so anyway we go and work out then we head to his house, im taking a shower at his house then were going, so he goes and showers, comes out then i head to the shower, i look at myself in the mirror and finally work up the nerve to go ahead and make a move.


so ive just dieted down to my new 6 pack and im anxious to show it off, so instead of gettign dressed i walk out with my towel on and sat on the sofa watching tv. He was in the kitchen mixing a protein shake.


we trade a few jokes and i begin to hit a few poses to see how my pecs are coming along as well show off the goods a bit, he makes a few comments about how well i look.


then i finally work up the nerve and say it, "dude im offended". he looks at me puzzled and says "Why", i said look you have this big well built naked black man in your room with a big dick, (which i move my towel and show my semi hard on 8 inches) and you havent made a move on me yet" i said all this as i slowly walked up behind him.

by this time he turned and looked at me through his hair which hung in his face, smiled looked me up and down and licked his lips in excitement. he wraps his hands around my waist, firmyl works up my abs, then to the base of my chest, which is my hot spot, then all over my chest over and over, then he gently sucks my right nipple, gently bits it, then flicks it with his toungue while working the left one with his hands and fingers, after a min or so he switched to the otehr nipple, slowly sucking and nibbling away, im beging drove crazy, with each tongue stroke more blood pumping into my cock.


i dont think my dick has ever been this hard in my life, then his hands find my erection, as he looks at me with those beautiful green eyes and reaaches up and kisses me as he massages my cock and i grip his firm bubble butt.

we make out for a min then he says "ive jerked off about you many nights and now its coming true"


he grabs my dick then goes down and puts the head of my throbbign cock in his mouth slowly sucking and licking my head, then he beging slwoly working and working, with each inch of me he downs the more he emerses me into his exctasy, deeper, and deeper, and deeper until he fianlly has it all in his mouth and down his throat, its my hard throbbing cock, as strong as a horse's leg but in his warm wet slippery mouth is as delicate as a rose wraped in a flower


as he continues to suck and slurp i feel myself rise and rise and rise until i let all of me go into his mouth and he began to suck not only my strength and power but my soul through his mouth, he gobbled every last drop, with a bit of spittle on his lips, he rose and kissed me and shared a bit of myself with me which tasted like a delicious warm peach on a blurry march winter snap when the harvest has came early


then i walked him back into his room and laid him on his bed, and began to kiss him all over, started at his mouth and worked down his neck and to my fav spot the chest.


It looked alot better and thicker than i thought, i have a blast with his thick muscles in my mouth, getting a through cleaning with my toungue flicker each spot and nipple and feelign his body quiver with the stroks of my tongue. i let my toungue roam the terrain of his chest and extremly ripped abs as a rambuntious 15 year old with an ATV acorss the arizona dessert, freely and willingly

then as i move further south i beging to reach is pubic area where he was rock hard a well with a bit of pre cum dripping, so just to tease him i rub my tougu across the top and stretch the cum out a bit until the cum string snaps back into my mouth, it tatse as sweet and he looked that day.

then i roll him over and lift his ass in the air, even tough he had a fresh shower scent, there was still a hint of his manly musk, and i get a whiff and oh my god it drives me while. i see his nice tighr perked little ass hole and i had to let my toung explore it,


as i did i felt his body quiver an moan and push back in enjoyment. as i worked my tongue up and down his crack, going a little further up his back and lower towards the balls, then i finally took his balls into my mouth and sucked them gently


then rolled him over to begin sucking his dick slowly yet strongly, unlike me he came pretty quick, alot quicker than i thought, then he came in my mouth and i tasted him, it tatse wonderfully, so i thought id return the favor and i shared his load with him, which we both enjoyed

while on his back we began to kiss and he began to play with my chest and nipples, i then grabbed the bottle of ky lubbed up and slwoyl slid my dick in. it felt better than i ever expected. his as was so tight and secure and warm, i went as deeply as i could


the only thing doing across my mind was nine inch nails "I want to fuck you like an animal, i want to feel you from the inside" as i pushed in and out deeper like an animal i felt him deep from the insides, so deep i felt his ab muscles contracting around my dick and holding it in and in fact pulling me n deeper


at this point he has his legs wrapped around me and he wants me to stay in and keep working. after a while he uttered words id neevr thoguht id hear from a guy "im cumming" i let him know im cumming as well. I feel myself begin to rise and rise and rise, until i let myself go deep



deep into his insides just as the same he unleashed his load all on to my stomach and chest

by this time where both tired and satisfied and breathing heavy then i drop on to him the we move to thr sides, he places his head on my chest and i wrap my arms aroun him and hold him tightly ad the cum between our abs cool, then wee peel off and wipre oursleves down and laugh about it and kiss a bit more



then i ask, want to make it to the bar now?



he says



"Fuck it, lets have another romp"





.... i have yet to still yet to go to that bar.....





what yall think?

My buddy Steve is my best friend and has been for a decade. He's sweet, skinny, athletic, smart, blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and an absolutely huge dick. Sometimes he teases me by being naked- like just out of the shower and walking around, his huge hangin appendage swinging with his stride. As soft as I've ever seen it, it still is enormous, fat and hangs low over a hand full of balls, to be sure. Sometimes we hang over at his place, watching cable and during the summer, he likes to strip down to his boxers and a t-shirt only, and he sits with his legs open so I can see some of his piece in the opening of his boxers (doing this of course takes talent-pretending to watch tv and at the same time keepin an eye on my buddy's big one). One night we're hosin down a few cold ones when I notice he nods off. When he starts snoring, I inch over closer to his crotch to sneak a peek Well I got my eyeful and was planning a quiet retreat when a hand gently I truly felt love for my best friend at that moment, heartened at his knowing, pretty smile from ear to ear.cusped the back of my head. I stared at him in horrified mode, but before i had time to think about it he had pushed me forward, facing the steeliest hard shaft i have ever seen in my life. Luckily, i caught a glimpse of his knowing smile to tell me it was cool to proceed, and believe me I did- heart racing, tongue wagging and in awe of i'd have to say a 9 inch long dick. I proceded to move nervously toward his fleshy cockhead letting the end of my tongue guide me over his slit, sealing my soft lips around the enormous tip. Of course I could only go down a couple of inches before my mouth was full but my buddy was responding and thrusting his dick toward the back of my throat. Once I adjusted, i was able to take more of him and really give his piece a proper sucking. He was bucking and moaning with pleasure while pumping his rock hard dick in my mouth, hands each side of my head for guidance.I had to pull him out a couple of times cause my jaw was aching, but made up for it by guiding my moistened lips down his long shaft, getting a handful of his soft balls while I was at it.Then I made sure to work my way back up to his huge cockhead, working it with my lips and tongue before slipping his pipe back into my mouth. My warm spit had wet his cock up good and now i was in rhythm with my buddy as he slowly slid his dick in and out of my outstretched mouth. It tasted so good getting a taste of his precum and mixing it with my soft lips, lubing up my bud, who was by the sound of things loving his best buddy's lips around his unbelievably hard one. Pretty soon I was getting comfortable servicing my best friend, bracing myself, arms around his shaply thighs, heading down on him with effort I could muster, in complete ecstasy. I wasn't ready for my time on his dick to be over, so I decided before I put my face in his hangin' sack that I'd let his dick slowly slide out of my mouth, savoring every second. He followed my lead, connected only by my lips on his dick, he slowly guided his soaking wet dick out of my mouth, letting his cockhead linger around my wet lips, giving it one last loving linger , down the front curve over the top, careful to let my tongue slide into his slit before his dick made the final bounce out of my mouth, bobbing it's hugeness in front of my face. Soon as my mouth got a couple seconds rest, I reached up, putting my hand back around his thickness, ready to work that fat thing back into my mouth for one more round. It was easier, with both of us working together like best friends, givng my buddy much deserved pleasure from my mouth. Just about my time he was relubed, I felt him shake, then he slowed his thrusts, pulled out of my mouth, and pressed his shaft up parrallel to my face and shot a fat, hot load all over me. God, it felt good, especially when i remoistened his dick with his own cum, wrapping my hand around his thick one. Even after he shot his wad, his dick remained hugely hard, and while i was playing with it, he lifted me up to his face and surprised me with a long, tongue filled kiss. I truly felt love for my best friend at that moment, heartened at his knowing, pretty smile from ear to ear.I truly felt love for my best friend at that moment, heartened at his knowing, pretty smile from ear to ear. Well, I don't have to tell you what a great moment that was. After we dried off, he pulled the blanket over both of us and we fell asleep next to each other.