True fucked my first lad my girlfriends wee bro in the garage drinkin playing pool

Based on a true story….
Back in the day when could travel. I would go to those circuit parties with my ex. I didn’t like them that much so I would just wander the streets and go to the bars instead.
there was on occasion where I was waiting along the street and saw a really sweet and handsome guy, we looked at each other and then did the double take. He was with his friends and asked if I wanted to join them to go to the bars and I said yes. His English wasn’t good so I didn’t understand him most of the time.
then he needed to go to the washroom and I followed. There was only one washroom and he asked me to join. I was already hard at this point, so I was bit embarrassed. So I slowly pulled out my 7 inch thick cock which very proud of. He then pulls his cock out and it huge !!! I mean 9-10 inches thick and veiny. His handsome sweet face smiled at me and slowly pushed my head down. He pushed my head against the door and face fucked me until he almost came and then pulled me up and zipped up.
I was confused but he wanted to take me home. Along the way we go to dark corners and sucking and kissing as we walked back to his place and the city was fully horny, so it wasn’t strange for guys to be in corners sucking each other off.
I got back to his place stripped down and continued getting face fucked and him lubricating my mouth and hole with his spit. We then go to his bed and he gentle and rough at the same time rims and fingers me to open me up. He teases me with the tip of his precum soaked head and slowly pushes it in and pulls out. Finally his whole cock in me and we fuck like champions and you know when the guy really fucking is fucking hard and your bodies are slapping, it was like that. He was gentle and he wanted to kiss a fuck and spit in my mouth. Finally, in my favourite position missionary, he fucks me until I cum and he dumps his load in me with a bit left over to cum on my face. Remember how we needed to pee, well he took me to his bathroom and peed all over me and I came a second time. I knew this was coming to and end so I sucked his cock which was still semi hard and we fuck again in the shower. It was fantastic and I wish I got his number but you know when it’s not meant for that. I’m happy I got to experience that.
I had 2 more experiences like this both super hot and unexpected. Let me know if you want to hear about it.
and I swear this was all true. I think about it all the time.

I've never written before, but, here's a little something


It was late one Friday evening and I had arrived at the University to practice my batting in the cage. The other guys I had plans with all went on to a party and I decided I wanted to brush up on my batting. My baseball coach was cleaning out the team supply room just off the locker room and showers. He was the best coach I ever imagined having. I was 20 and he couldn't have been more than 32-33. I really liked his style, his entire way he went about coaching us was what every guy wanted. He instilled in us that to succeed in anything you have to want to be better and It would be an everyday chore to get there.

I got to my locker and I realized I hadn't left my gym bag there from earlier in the day and it was sitting on the floor back in my dorm. I had some spare cleats sitting in the bottom of the locker and some gym shorts folded on the shelf but no jock or cup. I'd undressed and was in my T shirt and boxer briefs and walked over to where coach was organizing the team supply storage room. "Hey Coach, I Need a cup and jock, gonna hit some balls, can you help me out?"

Coach turned around and walked out towards me "Hey Rob! Your not out partying on a Friday night? Whats up?" he said as he gave me a high-five.

"Nah, not up to it, wanted to get back in the batting cage. Left my gym bag in the dorm. I have some cleats but I need a cup and jock. Can ya help me out?"

"Sure thing Hoss" He dug through some boxes while asking me if I'd still been using the ones issued from earlier in the year and how I liked them,

"I like the BIKE jocks mostly coach, but for my cup jocks I'd been using the DUKE cup jock you issued to us with the Shock Doctor Titan Alloy cup."

He was reaching up on to the top shelf and as the back of his shirt raised up the waistband of his BIKE jockstrap was clearly visible. I was certain it was a cup jock just like he had issued us and I'd seen him go into his office to tuck his cup in on occasion. He was a handsome guy. Athletic to the core, he worked out with us daily and it appeared he hadn't stopped working out since he started in college himself. I'd wanted to get to know him more, I'd even wondered what It would be like to jack off with him. I had no way to know which way he swung but the thought of he and I beating off always caused an instant boner for me. I never was attracted to guys sexually but something about him drew me in.

"Rob, I've got the large adult cups you guys have been using but if your interested I just got some new XL Titan Alloy cups in today." He handed me a big steel cup, wider than anything I had used so far.

"I've got one on now and I have to tell you it's the best fit ever. Your a stocky guy Rob, and I think you'll be more comfortable in it. I've noticed quite a few of you guys being more endowed and I went ahead and got them for those who want to use them. Here's here's you a cup jock that goes with it."

He handed me the strap and at that moment I could feel a semi starting in my boxer briefs. I had a feeling he could tell from the outline of my underwear that I was sporting some plumpness. Maybe he didn't notice.

"That's a hell of a cup coach." I said as I removed it from the package. He used his thumb to move the front of his waistband down and sure enough he had on the exact same cup and jock as he just handed me.

"Look, it has a slide in cup pocket from the inside so no worry's about your cup riding up any plus it's a heck lot wider than any cup I've tried. Very comfortable."

He knocked on his cup confidently as he looked down at it and I placed my new cup and jock on the bench and started taking my shirt off. As I turned he threw me a new pair of gray gym shorts.

"Here, have a fresh pair, always good to wear fresh gear even when your going to just be practicing". I caught the gym shorts he tossed and gave him a smile and a thumbs up. He grinned back and I stripped down and held up the new cup jock in front of me checking it out and the new style it had. I bent over and stepped in to the jockstrap and pulled it up. Luckily my semi hadn't gone full hard. I was adjusting the waistband and staring at the new cup on the bench just wondering what It was going to feel like. I reached down for the cup and noticed coach had come up right behind me and laid down some white sanitary socks and stirrups on the bench.

"I know your style, Rob. I'm the same, I like to dress for practice the same way I would dress to play. I've seen you go in the cage with cleats and stirrups, your gym shorts, Tee, hard cup and jock. That's good your doing that. It's not often what we teach the students gets drilled into their heads but your learning the best ways to do everything. Hey how did you and Steve do on the fielding drills this morning?"

"We did alright, three hours worth. Need to get back at it with him in the morning" i said as I sat down pulling my sanitary knee length socks on and slipped my stirrup socks over them. Coach reached down and picked up the cup I'd sat next to the gym shorts.

When I was in college I was a Resident Assistant (RA) for a few years. My second year I was moved to a very small building, 3 floors, 4 RAs. Two guys, one including myself, and two girls. When I first met and got to know the other guy RA I was a little reserved. I had never seen him on campus before and didn't know how he would react to me being openly gay. I was excited to work with him though as I found him very attractive and he had the cutest bubble butt. He got to know me for me at first, which I appreciated. As I became more comfortable I began to make comments and jokes about me being gay. He expressed to me right away it made him uncomfortable. He grew up in upstate New York and never had gay friends before. He explained he came from a closed minded background when it came to homosexuality and he would squirm every time I mentioned being gay or seeing a hot guy.

This did not deter our budding friendship, however. We became very good friends throughout the year we were RAs together despite how different we were. We bonded over being the only two guys on the staff, we would go out for beers and really just made a legitimate connection. He was big into cars and I wasn't but I do remember his car was really nice. One day on the way to Target I remember him saying "brace yourself" and accelerating the car to an insane speed. My back flew into the seat and I instantly got an erection. It quickly became the hottest experience I had ever had. But not for long.

One night towards the end of that year I'm in my room about to go to sleep. In the middle of nowhere he texts me and says "come to my room." When I get there he is clearly tipsy. He had been out for a few drinks and wanted some company. So we sit on his futon and we're talking like usual, nothing out of the ordinary. After about 45 minutes I'm a little tired and I say I'm going to go to my room. He grabs my arm and says "no, no, no, let's hang out some more." Still, probably in my naivety, I think nothing of it. I see on his floor he has a calendar with girls in bikinis. So I grab it and we begin to flip through. I can sense he's getting a little turned on so I say "I bet some of these girls do porn." He opens up his lap top and we're now watching porn. I don't mind straight porn at all so at this point I'm getting very turned on. I've popped a boner by this point so I start rubbing it through my basketball shorts. He starts rubbing his own through his jeans. This is where things start to feel very surreal. I've been so attracted to this boy for the past 9 months and would have never saw this coming. He has a bottle of lotion on his desk so I decide to take it a step further. "I'm gonna grab the lotion..." I say and he tells me to go for.

I grab the lotion, put some on my hand and this time reach into my shorts and start to massage my dick. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him watching me out of the corner of his eye. When he notices I see him he asks "Is it true what they say about black guys?" That's when I pull my dick out to show him, still stroking away. I've got a nice size dick but probably not monstrous like his stereotype-driven mind imagined. He unzips his jeans and whips out his cock as well. He has a very pretty penis, let me tell you. To this day still one of the best penises I've seen. I'm salivating for his cock at this point, I couldn't believe we were jerking off together it was so hot.

"Do you have your tongue ring in?" he asks me and I already knew where it was going. I tell him that unfortunately I did not. After a few seconds of awkward silence he asks, "do you wanna blow me?" OF FUCKING COURSE I DO!!!! But I play it cool and just say, "I'm down."

I get on my knees right in front of his cock and before I can get to work he calls the whole thing off, says it might be too weird. I sit back down, still stroking my dick, disappointed, but not defeated. I bring up the idea again a few minutes later. It was his idea in the first place so he has to be down. He asks me if I'm going to tell anyone, I of course say no, then he tells me to suck his dick.

I again assume the position on my knees before him and this time I went right for it. He dick was a great size, length and thickness, and felt so amazing in my mouth. I could tell he was enjoying it from the noises he was making and the way he was massaging my head as it peaked and dipped over his crotch with his dick going to the far reaches of my throat. I sucked him off for a while, but for some reason he could not cum. My knees started to hurt and I could tell he wasn't going to cum so I threw in the towel. A decision that would haunt me for years to come.

The next day it was pretty awkward between us. Coincidentally we were on RA duty together. We made it through the first few hours like nothing ever happened then he mentioned how last night was a one time thing. That was pretty disappointing. Unfortunately, as the days and weeks went on from here our friendship deteriorated until it was dunzo. After this I didn't see nor speak to him for five years...

Even after all the time had passed I still considered that my hottest sexual experience and was so angry I couldn't make him cum in my mouth. One night I randomly look him up on Facebook. I don't know what made me do this because he didn't even have a Facebook back when we were friends. To my surprise he had a profile. I add him and legit two minutes later he sends me a message. We shoot the shit a little bit, do a little bit of catching up then in the middle of nowhere he says "you give an amazing blowjob." My rule of thumb with straight guys is never be the aggressor but he took it ALL THE WAY there. I told him how it was one of my fondest sexual memories but it pained me I wasn't able to finish the job. That's when he goes "So come finish it..."

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All of the events in this story are true. Hope you guys like it and are turned on by it. If you enjoyed please let me know, I'm happy to share the next chapters with you

This is a true story of what happened with a good friend and work colleague when we were away on a business trip. I’d known Gary for over ten years. We started our jobs at the same time and became good friends over the years, often confiding in one another about what’s going on in our lives.

About a year ago we went out of town to a meeting where we each gave a talk about our respective projects. That night we grabbed a few drinks in the hotel and chatted about how our talks went. It got late, and we went up to our room.

We got settled, Gary, sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard. I was sitting on a chair facing him. We were chatting about nothing in particular as we’d done a million times before. Suddenly, there was a silence, something that might otherwise be called an awkward silence, but not unusual between us when we were engaged in a conversation and became lost in thought.

Gary then placed his hand on his lap and rest it there. I could see what appeared to an erection swelling in his pants. At first, I was a bit uncomfortable, but I knew that erections can come and go unexpectedly, and we don’t have control over that. Gary then moved his hand next to his hard-on and slowly stroked it with his thumb.

“You seem to have something going on there,” I said jokingly.

Gary said, “Yeah. I guess it’s the buildup of a lot of tension after a long, hard day.” He cupped his hand over his hard-on and said, “You want to join in?”

I was a bit startled at what he said. We’d never done anything like this before, but I was with a good friend in private, and I was game.

I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. Soon I was hard too, and we were both stroking ourselves. After a few minutes, we both lowered our pants and underwear and continued stroking ourselves. Little was said. Gary reached over, grabbed hold of me and began to stroke. I did the same. The feelings of being stroked like that were fantastic and so was the feeling of Gary’s hard-on in my hand as it throbbed and hardened. Gary came first, and the sight of him shooting his cum across his chest and the sensations of his cock pulsing in my hand caused me to come a few seconds later.

We let out a few gasps and caught our breaths, relaxed on the bed and mumbled something about how great that felt. We soon got up and got ready for bed. We said nothing about what happened the next day.

Anything like this happen with any of you? I’d be curious to know if this was unusual or not.

Here is another series of posts I found on a yahoo group. I fixed some of the spelling and run on sentences and other stuff. Finally I got tired of editing it though so there are still errors in it. I added some of my own words, but mostly it is as posted. Just a series of messages, not a "story" really, but I makes me hot to read it.
Cock Whipped Woman
huge cock
an collection of posts by a woman named Ellen from the matureviewsonpenissize Yahoo Group:
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I can state from personal experience that there is such a thing as being 'cock-whipped.' This is a true story of my obsession with one man's penis.
The summer after my junior year of college I was invited by my best friend Angela to a weekend-long party at her parents farm. It was extremely hot one afternoon and while most of the party had gone into town a certain number of us remained behind sunning near a small pond on the farm. There was a group of about eight of us, four women and four men, and after imbibing much alcohol(and partaking of certain other substances) the topic of skinny-dipping arose ( I believed Angela suggested it- she was always much less inhibited than me, or most other people for that matter).
　Of the four guys present three were rather hunky, including a tall, very well-built guy named Bart, with sandy blond hair and a very strong, dimpled chin; I'd been lusting after him all weekend. The fourth guy, Ron, was about 5'-8" and couldn't have weighed more than about 140lbs..He was also somewhat geeky and had remained somewhat on the periphery of the party all weekend. Each of the three guys ,other than Ron, was wearing fashionable (for the times) form-fitting swimsuits. Ron, consistent with his geeky image, was wearing a very baggy pair of bermuda shorts that tended to accentuate his very skinny legs.
Angela was the first to start disrobing, always ready to show off her huge breasts. Removing her bikini top, I was amazed at her size even though I had seen her topless many times before. Everyone's eyes were riveted on her. She ran into the pond, her breasts bouncing obscenely, as I self-conciously peeled out of my one-piece while furtively glancing at Bart as he removed his swimsuit (his cock was pleasingly promiment, but at the time I was more impressed with his impeccably sculpted buns). Angela was splashing and giggling in the middle of the pond chiding the rest of us for our tentative, toes first approach into the pond. Suddenly, she stopped splashing and audibly gasped. I then heard her mutter under her breath "Oh, Dear, God." Each of us, alerted by Angela's gasp, turned to see what she was gaping at. As I turned I glimpsed only Ron's pasty white figure walking gingerly towards the pond, his hands drawn up by his ribs as he walked barefoot over the gravelly perimeter of the pond.
The source of Angela's shock became apparent. It was Ron's penis- at least it appeared to be a penis, but seemed too impossibly huge to be a penis. It dangled two-thirds of the way to his knobby knees and seemed nearly half as thick as his scrawny thighs. All seven of us were gawking at Ron, but he was totally oblivious. Finally, Ron seemed to notice that the splashing and giggling had been replaced by stunned silence and he stopped his approach to the pond and looked up. I quickly averted my gaze from his immense penis and looked at the rest of the group standing in the pond. Each of the three other women continued to stare at Ron's midsection, with their mouths agape. The three guys had a somewhat different look on their faces-stunned, but mixed with a certain amount of, I don't know, perhaps consternation. In retrospect, I would estimate Ron's perfectly flaccid penis as close to ten inches long and perhaps seven inches in circumference. I had never seen anything like it, nor have I since seen such a gargantuan male organ.
I'm hazy on the precise sequence of events that followed, but I belived Ron moved quickly to submerge himself and his remarkable organ and a kind of forced frivolity returned. Ron must have been aware of the reaction of the group,but he said nothing, and no one, not even Angela, said anything to Ron about his penis. Bart begin to cozy up to Angela in a way that should have bothered me, at least disappointed me, but I couldn't stop thinking about Ron's gigantic cock. Being more on the shy side than Angela, I stayed in the middle of the pond, treading water. Ron paddled over and, for the first time that weekend, directly addressed me. 　　I don't recall what he said- I'm sure it was just small talk-but his proximity to me, or rather the proximity beneath the surface of that immense penis, gave me that funny, tingling feeling down below. Ron was physically and socially awkward, the opposite of Bart, and yet suddenly I was giggling at every stupid thing he said.
I remember little more of what took place in the pond for the next twenty of so minutes, recalling only an electric sexual tension that overwhelmed me, but I have one very vivid memory of standing in the pond as Ron left the water at one point and noting with amazement (as I am sure everyone else did) that Ron's penis was so long that it was clearly visible between his legs even when his back was to me.
I felt like I would explode if I didn't touch myself, and I occasionally did stimulate myself underwater when Ron and his cock would emerge from the pond. Angela, who had barely been able to conceal her disdain for Ron, began acting very girlishly in his presence. At one point she followed him out of the pond and stood very close to him, giggling and jiggling her big breasts as she flirted with him. She pushed them together with her arms, making them appear twice as big, and it had a definite effect. Ron's cock lengthened and grew fatter, but continued to hang perfectly perpendicular to the ground, now nearly hanging to his knees (although I had no experience in these matters at the time, I now realize that his cock must have been at least a foot long at that point). Angela had definitely gotten him excited.
Angela and Ron suddenly disappeared behind a wild hedge of small trees, tall grass, and weeds at the far end of the pond and remained out of sight for approximately 15 minutes. Bart seemed to grow increasingly agitated and finally collected his things and returned to the house, followed shortly thereafter by the other two remaining males. The two girls that remained in the pond with me were about to gather their things when Angela finally returned, her face very flushed and her expression comically dazed, followed by a newly self-possessed Ron, his massive cock now a mottled pink and larger than ever, although ostensibly flaccid. After a very pregnant silence, Angela suddenly blurted out "You have GOT to feel his cock."
With that, Ron walked up to me and stood directly in front of me and paused. He then reached out and gently took my right hand in his left hand, turned my palm up while simultaneously taking his organ in his other hand and then placing it in my upturned palm. My eyes seemed to go out of focus as I watched him place his cock in my hand, but as I felt the middle portion of his member rest in my hand, the lower half of his organ dangling out of my hand, I involuntary clasped his cock, my hand closing little more than halfway around its amazing girth, my hand and arm trembling as if from the weight of it. I just stood there staring at it, this enormous slab of cockmeat gently pulsing in my hand. I'm not sure how long I held it, but he just stood there with this shit eating grin on his face. Without even realizing what I was doing, I gently tugged on it and felt it swell in my hand. Ron eventually removed my hand from his organ and did exactly the same thing to the two other girls, each of whom, like me, passively and like zombies, permitted Ron to take their hand and place his semi-turgid organ in their palms.

The following was composed from several posts on the "mature views on penis size" yahoo group. I don't know who wrote it.
Here is his story, which has been embellished a little.
P.S. It makes me really horny when I read it!!

Until about eight years ago my wife and I were practicing naturists (i.e., nudists)and I published a quarterly newsletter (peak circulation of about 2500 in 1986) focusing on naturism.
Because of the newsletter I frequently received letters
and phone calls from people with naturist related
stories. In August 1982 I was contacted by a woman at a
naturist resort in Michigan regarding alleged
relationships between an 18 year old young man and two or
more older (i.e., 30+) women and unconfirmed
allegations that this young man may have been sexually
involved with as many as 15 other women at the resort as well.
While the manager of the resort would state only that the resort is still investigating the allegations, he indicated there is substantial sentiment in the resort's nudist community for expelling the 18 year old and his family. Speaking of the 18 year old, the manager said 'there is a feeling among many of the guests that he’s had a disruptive effect.' The manager declined to elaborate on the nature of any disruption, and conceded that the young man
had not been charged with violating any of the rules of the resort.
There is a distinct feeling among those sympathetic to the 18 year old, however, that the manager’s citing of a 'disruptive effect' was an oblique reference to the young man's unusually large genitals.
A female nudist at the resort offered that "this is a
simple case of penis envy. They won’t admit it, but a
lot of the men at this resort are threatened by this
young man's huge penis." I was at first very
concerned that someone was pulling my leg on this story, so
I asked my source, Janice, if she had a photo of
this young man who she referred to as Ed. She said no,
she didn’t, but she’d take one - she was very matter
of fact about it. I asked how she knew Ed would
consent to having his picture taken and she laughed and
said "why shouldn’t he?"
So a week later I receive a slightly overexposed Polaroid of two young men posing next to a pool. One is about six inches taller than the other, and the taller one had the most enormous penis
I’d ever seen.... abnormally large. He’s long-limbed,
fairly large-boned frame, and sinewy; definitely slender
but not skinny. His penis is circumcised and appears
perfectly flaccid and it hangs more than halfway to his
knees. It also appears incredibly wide. His hair looks
long and stringy, like maybe he just got out of the
pool. No particular body hair to speak of other than
some pubic hair. The other is shorter, skinnier,
unremarkable in every way. The overexposure made it difficult
to make out facial features. I remember that I
debated at the time whether or not to describe it as
"unusually" large or "abnormally" large. I chose "unusually"
because I thought it was less lubricious. I’m no longer a
practicing naturist but I was at the time, and naturists are
always concerned about the perception that naturism is a
sexual thing. So I was very ambivalent about writing the article
in the first place and I really tried to play down
the whole "big penis" angle. This approach became more difficult
as I discovered more about the sheer size of this young man's
ungainly organ.
A urologist I consulted after receiving a Polaroid of Ed confirmed that his degree of genital over-development was in fact abnormal. He commented that while examining thousands of men in the course of his 20 years of practice,he'd never encountered a flaccid penis quite that large.
This picture was truly startling. I went so far as to try to scale the picture - you know, Ed is three inches high in the picture, his penis is 3/8 of an inch, Janice tells me he’s slightly over six feet tall, etc. I remember distinctly that she indicated
this young man had a ten inch flaccid penis but frankly it looked
even bigger than that. Upon reflection, I theorized it was because
his penis, even in that completely soft state, it was fatter than his wrist. That, coupled with it's length, accounted for it's staggeringly huge appearance.
Janice had already offered her opinion that the men at the
resort were intimidated by this young man’s size and I remember at first being very skeptical of that theory. Then I saw that picture of his gargantuan dong.
I mean,differences in penis size is something that’s not new to
naturists - I think flaccid penis size varies more than erect penis size. And while I wouldn’t claim that naturists don’t note the differences, I can honestly say that your bona fide naturist doesn’t dwell on it (notwithstanding that I’ve now devoted two full paragraphs to this young man’s size). But even 2 more paragraphs are not enough to describe the full extend of his endowment. I must admit thinking that yeah, I might be intimidated by something that outrageously huge.
I showed the Polaroid to my wife. Her reaction appeared to me more one of stunned amazement rather than sexual arousal. Her remark upon seeing the picture was something to the effect of "Oh my God...
it's FREAKISH!"
Janice was motivated by what she perceived as blatant
physiognomic discrimination on the part of the resort and the
naturist community at the resort. I too found this an interesting journalistic angle and arranged for my wife and I to visit the resort. We decided that we would attempt to meet Ed and his family before making the journalistic nature of our visit known to the resort management. We met Janice immediately upon arriving at the
resort and she arranged to take me to the pool area where Ed would generally be during the afternoon. My wife stayed behind at our room. We arrived at the pool and I recognized Ed from his photo. He was in the water with a friend but he immediately acknowledged Janice and climbed out of the pool.
The Polaroid had not prepared me for the sight of his ungodly organ in the flesh. We've all heard expressions to describe male endowment, and they are almost always exaggerations. But Ed was a different case... he was literally HUNG like a HORSE...his flaccid penis possessing a length, girth and meatiness far beyond any penis I'd ever seen in my life (and I'd been a practicing naturist for a decade at that point and visited more than 30 naturist resorts). In the way that all males are practiced at, I gaged the dimensions of this
organ and then attempted to avoid staring at the thing.
Janice, with whom Ed was plainly very friendly, invited him to a
picnic she was planning for the next day. He readily accepted the invitation, so eagerly that I suspected that
he'd been sexually involved with Janice (a suspicion
Janice initially denied but ultimately confirmed). The
plan was that my wife and I would stumble upon this picnic and would then have an opportunity to interview Ed. As we were leaving the pool area I noticed a pronounced imbalance in the male-female ratio at the pool - there was one other male besides myself and at least
a dozen females ranging from ages 18 to 60. This struck me as unusual and I wondered whether it was attributable to the presence of this young man and his gigantic penis.
　
　
My wife and I had arranged with Janice to meet her and Ed at a clearing in a wooded area adjacent to the designated picnicking area. As my wife and I approached through the woods we heard giggling and saw Ed following Janice about as she prepared the picnic area. It
was plain that he was attempting to interest her in some sort of sexual horseplay and she was politely demurring. Not surprisingly, he was in a state of semi-arousal and his penis was even larger than what I had seen the day before, although it continued to hang
perfectly perpendicular to the ground and retained the
meatiness and pliability of a flaccid penis. I estimated
his semi-turgid member at well over a foot long, quite an impressive sight.But what made his size appear even more extreme was that his penis had expanded in girth as well; it was substantially fatter than his wrist at that point.
My wife was quite simply slack-jawed, and frankly I didn't blame her.
He was SO much bigger than when I'd seen him before. She was standing next to me in stunned silence as we spied on Ed and Janice.
As we were about to enter the clearing my wife grabbed my hand,
took a deep breath and paused for a moment to compose
herself.

　
　
　

does anybody knows where this story, is so good and sexy

I stopped guessing long ago what sort of mischief raced around under Tuey’s medium bob, because accusing her of anything, bad or good, resulted in feisty claws––“You wish!”, “Whatevs!”, “Lord, Davey, you know me better than that.” I didn’t though, of that I am now sure. So I was wholly unprepared for what I witnessed on October 18th of this year and my jealousy got the better of me.

We were out with a couple, friends of ours. Cat and Tuey were best friends, actually. Cat’s boyfriend Hal and I got along fine, but our history didn’t go back to middle school like Cat and Tuey’s.

The four of us were walking back from a little seafood shack that served great margaritas, and headed up the street to our apartment for coats before venturing west towards bar row on Wallace. During dinner the girls had polished off two glass goblets of frothy, neon-green margaritas and Cat now stopped beneath a buzzing street lamp to slap her knees and blurt out at a lubricated volume, “I didn’t tell you! He sent me a dick pic!”

She was talking about a guy in their Crossfit class, a real 'Broahhh'. I know because I’d met him. We all started Crossfit together, but I couldn’t stand getting into work at 10 AM and switched to a noon class. Hal had quit when his shoulder began to ache, and that left our hot girlfriends alone in the morning class alongside Mitch the Broahhh.

Tuey shared my disbelief. “He did not send you a dick pic!”

Cat handed her purse to Hal, bent over, wide-legged in heels, and rummaged through its contents. “Totally he did! You have to see.”

“I don’t want to see Mitch’s pecker. Eew, eew, just eew.”

Cat produced her phone, holding it up triumphantly as she clutched her purse to her chest, posing for a moment like the Statue of Liberty. She returned her purse to Hal and brought the phone close to her face as she tapped and slid her fingers over its small screen. “No, no, no, you have to see this. You don’t even… You don’t even know.” She then jammed it into Tuey’s face.

Tuey pinched her eyes closed. “Gross, Cat!” Cat punched her in the arm and she cautiously squinted through just one eye. Both eyes then popped open and she grabbed the phone from Cat, “Holy shit, is that for real?”

Cat brought her head next to Tuey’s and together they stared at the dick pic. Standing side by side reminded me how different the twenty-seven-year old best friends were.

Tuey stood flat on closed-toe sandals while Cat wore strapped heels, the heels adding an extra inch to her already taller stature, putting them about three inches apart. Cat wore a spaghetti strap dress with a giant orange and green paisley pattern and Tuey covered herself in tight, velvety-red corduroy pants and a striped jersey. And for as much as I’d defended Tuey to my friends, arguing her boyish clothes only highlighted her femininity, the truth is she would’ve looked spectacular in a small dress like Cat’s. The more you saw of Tuey, the better she got.

The girls’ workout routine actually yielded different results, too. Cat was half Asian, coming with a naturally soft appearance and was maybe ten pounds shy of voluptuous. Her working out showed up as an extra thickness all around, providing her a good healthy weight. In Tuey’s case, with the exception of her ass, her body was always lean, and working out only tightened up curves and boosted out her ass.

The odd part is, if someone overheard the two girls talking, they would’ve imagined Tuey as the bigger of the two. Her voice had a sexy, creaky depth, still very feminine, but lower than Cat’s, for sure. And more importantly, she was clearly calling the shots. I honestly don’t think Cat is an airhead, she can hold her own in any conversation, but she is bubbly and plays naive, especially when drunk. A drunk Cat means even crazy Tuey acts the keeper.

For the moment, however, Tuey was every bit as ditzy over the picture of some guy’s dick. She pointed at the little screen and shook her head. “I can’t believe he used his water bottle for comparison.”

“I can’t believe it’s taller.”

“No shit. It really is. Holy fuck!”

“It’s stupid big.”

Tuey pinched her eyes shut again and looked up into the light of the street lamp. “Why’d it have to be his water bottle?”

“I know, right?”

“Dammit, Cat, he carries that bottle around like a baby!”

“How do you think I feel? He knows I know.”

“Oh god, I wish I could un-see that. I’m totally hating you right now!” Despite Tuey’s proclaimed disgust, her gaze returned to the small, illuminated screen. “It has to be Photoshopped.”

I focused on the flesh-colored rectangle reflecting in her eyes. It was more than I could handle. My fingers balled into fists as I imagined Mitch’s shit-eating grin greeting the girls for Crossfit on Monday morning. My emotions sprinted away from my control. My upper lip grew stiff as my anger shifted to Cat. It was so like her to lead a douche like Mitch on. And why wasn’t Hal raising the twenty-thousand-dollar question––why was some dude sending his girlfriend dick pics?

“Doesn’t look Photoshopped.” Cat straightened up as she spoke, and noticed we weren’t laughing.

She grabbed the phone from Tuey and aimed it at us. “Hey, boyfriends, how would you like to step up to bat swinging that?”

My first attempt...

I was told from a young age that fat boys have small penises, I have always liked fat boys. I was a virgin sothe size of their dicks did not matter to me. When I met "him" my senior year of high school...he ws sweet, intelligent, and handsome. He was the fat boy of my dreams. I let him know that I was a virgin right away and although he made my pulse pound I would not be an easy score for him.
We dated for acouple of years, he waited patiently even though I teased him to no end. Inviting him to come over and dry me off after showers, letting him suck on my full double D's, and on special occasions allowing him to kiss my untouched love mound. I had no idea until that faithful day in December after my 20th birthday what this fat boy was carrying around with him everyday. I hadthought long and hard about my decision, I loved him and I was going to give him the ultimate gift, my virginity. I showered and put on the most aromatic scent that I had from Victoria's secret and went to his dorm room. He undressed me and laid me down on his bed, be began to undress exposing his large stomach and chest, I looked him over with feeling of love and admiration until I got to his dick. At first it was short and fat, but then almost like magic it began to grow... I watched in amazement as he gently kissed and caressed me his dick just kept growing. It grew fatter and longer until I thought it was about 10 and 1/2 inches long and thick enough that my hand would not close around it. I was so sure about sex when I had walked to his dorm, now I was afraid. He pulled out a condom and slid it on, then he asked me if i was sure. I said yes and he gently began trying to insert his big fat cock head into my narrow wet slit. He pressed firmly and kissed me passionately. He pressed harder, with no avail. I was to tight for him to even get his massive head into me. We laid together for the rest of night, I attempted to suck his big dick, but even then my jaws were stretched to their limit.

The next morning my roommate asked me what happened. I said he was too big, she laughed and said everyone knows that fat guys have small dicks, they are covered with blubber. I began to describe Brian's huge dick and his fat cock head. I could see that she was getting aroused, I started to worry because my roommate was a slut and she could surely handle his man meat with no problem. That night I went back to Brian's room, he to me that Tisha (my roommate) had approached him at lunch, but he was not interested in her, he had waited long and hard for my sweet pussy. We tried again, this time he licked my clit like he had never done before, leaving a puddle of saliva and come on the bed. He spread my legs and pressed that cock head in again. This time it slid in, began pushing in further inch after inch and he asked if I was alright. He was about 6 inches deep when I said that I could not take anymore so then he began to move his large hip back and forth. Putting 6 out of 10 inches deep inside me and then pulling it back to the edge of the ring of his cock head. He plowed me like this for about 20 minutes then he said he could not take my tightness, he was about to come. I said that was okay because I had never seen anyone come. He pulled out and finished jacking out his load. The condom filled up with a thick white substance, I was amazed, all that dick and all that come, surely that little condom would bust from the pressure. We went to sleep but woke up acouple of time to make gentle love. He said it would not be long before he was fucking me long and hard with every inch of that big ass dick... I could not wait...

Tell me what you think.

The following is a trust story. Names have been changed, location, and age (but only by a few years). For privacy purposes... of course!

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My Marine Neighbor: A Back Story

Over the past few years mother and her good friends bought about 50 acres of land. We bought it five years ago, with the intention of soon building two houses and living on the land.

My family has my mother and myself. She has been a single mom since I was five, and works her ass off every day to provide for herself and me. I love her dearly, but I also know when she finds out I am gay, we will no longer have a relationship. She is super Christian. As are her friends.

The friends that bought the land together are a couple and their three daughters. The wife is a school teacher, her name is Julie. Her husband's name is Jeffery. They are both 38. He works at a refinery plant, but he is also a retired marine. Infantry... he will ALWAYS tell me about it. Quite annoying actually. Their daughters are Miley, Kristen, and Suzie (16, 14, and 9).

I guess I should tell you my name... my name is Nathan. I am 21, and living at home while I am a pre-med student. Though, lately I have been into flying. Maybe I will try to be a pilot after I get my BS? Who knows.

Anyways, I am 5'11, 155 pounds, swimmers body, six pack, nice bubble butt, and a well defined eight inch cut cock. All true. I tan infrequently, since the sun is bad for you... but I guess you can call me white with a light golden tan. My hair is dirty blonde, and my eyes are green.

Well, I am 21 as stated before, and over the past six months my neighbors and my mom and I have finally started building our homes. We built them together to save money on cement and wood and what-not. On the weekends, Jeff and I usually go out to the land and pick up wood chunks, and whatever other heavy stuff that is on the ground or stuff from the houses. Basically we keep the land clean and ready to use. In fact, we go out daily and do most of this, but weekends are when we get everything together and either trash it, burn it, or save it. All the girls do is clean the inside of the houses... saw dust and such.

Well, this particular weekend, memorial day weekend to be exact, the girls all decided they were going up to Colorado for the weekend. Jeff and I stayed behind since we had to work on the house. The land is located in New Mexico, and surrounded by trees and mountains. It is a nice paradise, about 15 miles from the nearest town, and 30 miles from the nearest city.

Anyways, Jeff and I decided that we were going to camp out at our land. Mostly to save gas since fuel was high... but also because we would be here Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. We wanted to see if there were any coyotes, and people, that would wonder around in the dark.

So, here we were... Friday. The construction crew had the day off which meant we had wood to pick up. Jeff and I got there around noon with BBQ sandwiches, our sleeping bags, and a tent. We had canned beans as well, and water. The BBQ was the treat for the weekend. The rest would be filled with beans and water, to my distaste. Jeff says, "That's all we need! Be a man!" Ugh.

I doubt we would set up the tent, since I have heard Jeff talk about loving the outdoors. Jeff has been a sexual fantasy of mine... since I was 13. He always stays in good shape, probably because of his military training. He is alittle on the 'buff' side but not too buff. He is hairless, naturally. I am jealous how he can't grow a beard, or body hair. I have seen him shirtless many times. I am already 21 and have to shave daily, and I have a bit of hair on my chest, abs, and a happy trail. Anyways, he looks alot like David Boreanaz to be honest. However, he has a bit more of a bubble butt, I think. Here is what he looks like... though, he is alittle more tanned.

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SgD9gx5cB...az+www.the-men-experience.blogspot.com+01.jpg

I on the other hand, probably look like Chris Evans, just slight less hair and no tattoos. And, my hair is alittle more curly, but just slightly.

http://www.daniusoft.com/images/iphone-wallpaper/male/Chris Evans.jpg

Anyways, back to the day. The girls were in Colorado until Monday, and we were here... probably until Monday as well. Depends on how long the beans last, how long I can handle them, and how much we get done. Since it usually takes two days to pick up all the wood from both of our houses alone... and we also have to clean the inside of both of the (two-story, 4,000 Sq Ft) houses... we have alot of work ahead of us.

Just do you know, we have a 1 acre pond in the middle of our houses in the land, man made. We also have a out-door grill that we built quite a while ago, with a bathroom, storage, and most importantly, two shower heads on one side. We built it three years ago because we always throw parties out here and get dirty. The water was supplied through a well we had dug.

Anyways, we ate our sandwiches and began working. We started off with my house. It took from 1PM until 5PM to get all the wood from the front yard. You see, we either take the wood to a burn pile, which is on the other side of the property, or we put it in a re-usable pile... located by the garage. Not many pieces are reusable. Some of them the builders can't use, but we can... so we take those to the barn on our side of the property, about 20 acres away. We use to have horses out here... had one too many accidents on them and got rid of the horses.

Well, 5PM roles around, and we are both extremely hot. Jeff, surprisingly being lazy (which never happens) says, "How about we call it a night and jump in the pond to cool off?" Me, not passing an opportunity stop working, agreed quickly. However, I only brought working clothes. I had three outfits, and didn't want to get any of them wet.

"Hey Jeff, I was planning on re-using one of my outfits so I'd have a clean one in case I end up going to meet my friends." I told him.

"What are you, a girl?" He asked. Whenever he could he would make fun of my manliness in a backhanded way. I think it's because of his military background... but often wonder if he suspects I am gay. "I have two outfits. One for today and tomorrow, and one for Sunday and Monday."

Jeff took off his shirt, and I had to instantly go into my old highschool looker room state of mind. He looked at me and said, "I'm just going in my boxers... I know you young-ins are scared of nudity... but boxers should be fine."

Damn. Honestly I'd get naked and skinny dip. I hang soft at 6 inches. Unfortunately I only grow to 8 inches. I didn't want to seem too eager to skinny dip so I said, "I guess that's fine."

Jeff was already in his plain boxers, of which still did little to hide his bulge. And now his bubble butt was even more exposed than normal. And really, his bubble butt was amazingly delicious to look at. Before I could even get my shirt off, Jeff was running to the pond.

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So, true story... what do you think so far?

Trulybig, I have read your stories and I want you to know what it is like to have a small dick and read and see the Bigger is Better experiences. It sends a dagger in my heart if you want to know and I hate that there are so many guys with much bigger dick’s than mine. First, I have no doubt it’s true that penis size counts, all you have to do is watch the tons of home videos of wives experiencing a bigger cock and see their reactions. Or (and I am bi) watch bi/gay porn and see almost every guy with the bigger dick is the alpha and fucks or is sucked by the smaller man. They know who is clearly superior simply by seeing their two cocks together. You can easily visually see how much more impressive and manly a big penis looks compared even with an average normal sized one let alone one smaller than that. It’s almost like a different sex, men, and real men. It is so frustrating to see and know how impressive and superior a big cock is over a small one.

I will watch all of these videos or pictures comparing my cock and I am amazed but depressed with how many big cocks are out there. I use to think it was rare and it clearly isn’t. Trust me I have viewed tons of videos and I like amateur so it isn’t the porn stars that I compare with. And, previous to the ease of seeing videos I use to look at pictures especially from Swingers who are not porn stars and so many big endowed men are out there as well. It really hurts to see so many penises that outsize mine. It has been embarrassing too to worry when someone else sees it.

What I don’t think you appreciate or many guys like you with big dicks are how lucky you are or how much life sucks when you have a smaller penis. I look at your pictures and wonder and wonder what it must feel like to have such a long penis and be able to go deep inside someone penetrating their depths without fear of it falling out. I imagine the person receiving it must feel totally possessed. It must also feel so good to you to have all of that size being stimulated. Plus, just looking at your nude erect penis the woman you are with must have some intimidation or certainly look at you respecting and impressed with what a man you really are. I am sure with all that length you can really push in and out with power as well. In fact, I bet you don’t even realize that a big penis like yours allows you to do many different sex positions easily and I can’t. My wife is somewhat heavy and missionary is a challenge because of our two bellies and if she closes her legs I am not even sure I am penetrating her.

I also wonder what it feels like to stretch a woman out. They seem mainly to love it and want it. We small dicked men will never experience what that sensation is like nor the person man or woman we are with. Even to cause a woman some discomfort at first because of having a big penis also sort of puts them in their female submissive role knowing they are with a real man and even if a one night fling they will always remember it. Plus, I would love to know that power of manhood to be able to inflict pleasure or pain because of being so big. I am not saying I want to hurt anyone but I have never had a woman complain I am too big, it’s too deep, go slow, or any concern. Trust me it would be fun to hear that.

Now since this is a story section I will share one of my earlier experiences of many years ago. I had a live-in girlfriend in my early 20’s. She was inexperienced sexually as was I. There never seemed a thought from her on my penis size. At that time, as I said, I knew there were some big penises out there but I thought it was extremely rare. We lived in the Midwest attending Graduate School but planned for the summer a drive out to California which we did. In San Diego, we stopped at a place along these cliffs to watch where guys were jumping flying those paragliders. We talked with several people and they shared that if you went down the cliffs there was a nude beach at the bottom called Blacks Beach. It had nothing to do with race it was just the name. I had never heard of such a thing and was very curious to see and my girlfriend was as well. We had done a beach day before so in our van was some beach equipment, bathing suits, etc. Despite the steep cliffs there was a well worn path down which I recall wasn’t hard but I kept thinking it’s going to be hard when we want to go back up!

When we got to the bottom we could see some nude people spread over the area but no one seemed close to one another. So, we set up and since no one was close to us either we decided to get naked as well which was a little odd feeling at first but then not so much. Occasionally some naked people might walk by more often men or couples. However, over the next ½ an hour or so, more people were coming by or down the cliffs so it started getting a little more active and crowded. The first thing I observed were there were quite a few decently endowed men which surprised me. In fact, you would see quite a few large swinging soft penises swaying about as a guy or couple would walk by. I certainly noticed but my girlfriend seemed oblivious to even looking at anyone.

Perhaps in another 15-20 minutes, this couple came by and set up their beach umbrella and towels pretty close to us. I watched as they stood and stripped. When the guy pulled down his bathing suit a very thick (very fat) long soft penis flopped out. My erect penis would not come close to matching his soft penis and it was so much thicker than my erection and looked like it had to be immense if it was to become erect. To this day I don’t know if it was on purpose or not but he positioned himself so he was sort of sideways next to me where both he and I faced my girlfriend. His female partner smiled and said something like hope you don’t mind us stealing some of your sun jokingly. We laughed. However, as I looked at my girlfriend I could see her eyes darting back and forth looking at his cock and then mine over and over. I knew she was comparing them and I was both embarrassed and turned on. In fact, in watching her face and eyes I started getting erect. I was really embarrassed as that feeling was occurring and quickly got up walking very fast into the ocean to hide my hard cock. I was in the water and what I didn’t want to have happen did as he started heading toward me into the water as well. I sort of squatted down so neither he nor anyone else could see my erection. But, I wanted to stare at his big cock but knew better. He, however, stood only about waist deep so at times his cock bobbed above the water and thus was hard to not to sneak peeks at it as well. He was trying to be friendly and conversational asking things like were we from the area, learning more, etc. I could hear the throat sound to my voice which I knew was from excitement and I feared I was giving away my inner stimulation. Plus, I was staying erect.

Finally after like 20 minutes, my erection started to subside and I headed out and so he followed me back and I could see both women watching us obviously with a clear view of our bodies. It was humiliating to know the difference with my size versus his and how it must appear with us walking so closely. I fought against any stimulation once again as it was within my knowledge that our two bodies must have looked completely different in the genital area. Once back I wanted to leave. I was horny but equally feeling inadequate given how much bigger his penis was and my girlfriend seeing it. She didn’t want to leave but I gave her an excuse of not feeling well and so we did leave and it was exercise to climb up the path to our car. Once there I suggested we go back to our motel for a nap. But, the truth was I was so horny just thinking about his dick. We got into the room and my girlfriend must have been equally horny because we started making out and shedding our clothes. “Fuck me” she said not wanting to waste time. I didn’t need an invitation and maybe one of the plus factors in having a small penis is it isn’t a challenge for a woman to be penetrated without a lot of preliminaries. I started fucking her fast and furious and it wasn’t even probably 30 seconds when she said in an excited and shocked voice “Did you see the size of that guy’s penis next to us?” The fact that she had been looking like I thought had me cum instantly. But as soon as my orgasm subsided I questioned her about it. “What did you think when you saw it? It was huge. Would you like to fuck something like that? No it would hurt. What did you think about his girlfriend fucking it? Well I guess she could handle it. Well, you seemed pretty excited thinking about it just now.” She looked shyly at me, “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. You mean how I compare? “Yeah” she meekly said. ”Well when you saw his versus mine what did you think of mine?” She didn’t respond so I got forceful and said tell me. “Well, there were a number of guys much bigger looking than yours (So she had been checking out the guys who had walked by as well!!!). So, what do you think of mine? I guess it’s small? Well what about with that guy next to me what did you think of mine in comparison. She said, “Piddly.” What surprised us both was this talk had me fully erect again and that wasn’t normal for me so soon after cumming.

I didn’t wait and aggressively just got on top of her in missionary and began fucking her once again. “Tell me what you imagine his penis would feel like” I demanded. “It would hurt, it would fill me up, but maybe I would get use to it and like it. I did want to touch it and see it grow and I wanted to ask his girlfriend what it felt like to have sex with him, it’s true I was well am curious. I guess I would want to try a big one.” Her talk had me cum again. However, once my sexual desire was temporarily drained I knew that this relationship with my girlfriend was over. We did spend the rest of the trip together but secretly and I know unfairly I didn’t want her to be so aware of my small size being the truth of it.

I can share more but for now I want you to know I hate you having such a big weapon that puts mine to shame and yet respect and want to see you in action.

At 39, Lance Williams lived the stereotypical life of a 'surburban, middle-aged white guy.' He was married to Joan, his college sweetheart and wife of 22 years, and he had 18-year-old twin boys, David and Dawson, who were about to leave for college at the end of the summer. Their home was a modest, 2-story Victorian nestled in an upper middle-class neighborhood in Woodbridge, Virginia, a large suburb of Washington, DC. He worked at a small, but prestigious biotech company in northwest DC, which required a daily 45-minute commute by the commuter train and metro rail system. After Joan dropped off Lance at the train station each morning, she drove to a law firm in nearby Springfield where she worked part-time as a paralegal. Their boys were typical boys - heavily involved in sports and school activities, and of course, girls. It was your average, run-of-the-mill, middle-class family. But today, all of that was about to change.

Like clockwork, Lance rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed at precisely 6:15 AM. His body was so acclimated to his schedule that he no longer required an alarm clock; he even woke up at the same time on the weekends and had do so for years. He went about his normal morning routine: 20-minute treadmill run, shower, shave, and breakfast. But this morning, he skipped breakfast since he had a scheduled physical for later that morning. Joan's internal clock, on the other hand, was as erratic as Lance's was concrete. She woke up at various times, but was always able to have her morning's activities done before they left. Since the boys were away at a sports camp for the week, this morning was a bit easier. She got out of bed at 6:45 AM and went about her routine. By 7:30, they were ready to leave. "Remember - I have my physical at 11:30 this morning, so I'll be taking the later train back this evening," Lance said as he settled into the passenger side of Joan's car and buckled his seatbelt. "Since the boys are away, how about we go out for dinner?" "That sounds good," Joan said, a bit relieved to not have to cook. "Where should we go?" "Lance thought for a bit. "Let's do something different. Let's just drive around till we find something."

If there was one thing Joan had learned over the years about her husband was that, except on those blue-moon occasions, he was extremely predictable. Joan had always been a "free-spirit" type, and the two of them had as little in common as an ant has in common with an elephant. But she had fallen for him and fallen hard. He was the straight-laced guy from the well-to-do family that carried a 4.0 and was the “model” guy; she was the club going, free-wheeling, party girl that carried a 3.0 but always waited until the last minute to cram. Their meeting was totally by chance, and while it wasn't a "love at first sight" moment, they both somehow knew that they had found their life partner.

Even though she loved him with all of her being, Joan often found herself bored as shit. While she took comfort in the stability Lance provided her and for their family, she often thought back to her party days with a deep sense of longing. This last year had been especially difficult with "empty-nest syndrome" setting in on her; she knew that the boys would be leaving during the summer and she often thought about how her life was going to change. It had always been the same routine in the morning, the same routine in the evening, and for the occasional dinner date, the same on the weekends. Their sex life had tailed off a little over the years, but 4-5 times a month was the norm. Joan had desperately yearned for more intimacy and a lot more sex (she adored Lance’s body and the way he kept in shape, and while he wasn’t the biggest she’d ever had, he certainly had more than enough to satisfy her), but she never really pressed since she knew Lance worked hard. So for Lance to take that approach to dinner the way he did, she jumped at the chance to have some "real" fun.

His forays outside of the box were rare, and when they were, they were always unforgettable: the time he decided to take the family on a vacation - to Singapore - after buying the tickets on a whim the night before; the time he staged a "mock" proposal to her in a restaurant (she had blushed profusely as the patrons clapped and cheered); and the time when they were on one of his business trips to New York and he took her to strip club. Every time was an adventure and Joan had a feeling that this was going to be one of those times. So Joan was more than a bit intrigued by Lance's spontaneity.

"So - what's gotten into you this morning?" she asked. "You've got that glint in your eye." Lance chuckled. "Nah, no glint here. I just want to do something a bit different, that's all. Since the boys are gone for the week, I figured we could stretch our legs a bit and get out for a while." Lance took her hand and looked over at her as she drove. "I know you have some concerns about what's going to happen at the end of next month, with the boys leaving," he said, his tone becoming more serious. "And I know that being with me can be ... for lack of a better term … pretty dull. I'm not the most energetic guy when it comes to those sorts of things, and I know you miss that. Dave and Daws will be out of the house, starting their own lives, and I understand that's going to take some getting use to not having them around to care for." Joan was a bit surprise by Lance's introspective - she didn't think that he'd even thought that much about her in all of this. "Thanks, honey," she said. "And I appreciate you thinking about me in all of this. And I won't lie - I have thought about it a lot and about how things were back when we were in college. I know it was a long time ago and we're all "grown up" now, but those were good times and a part of me still misses that. But I'm so thankful to have you and everything we have now. So don't worry about me. I've been thinking about going more into full time capacity with the firm and I've even tossed around the idea of taking the bar."

Lance was a bit surprised by her statement. "Wow - that's great! When did you decide that? You never told me you had an interest in taking it further?" "I know," she said. "It's just something I've been tossing around a bit. You know to spice things up a bit, as you say. And since we're talking about changes, I've been thinking about getting bigger boobs, too." Lance quickly turned to look at her with a look of shock and amazement. Joan as a very attractive woman and she looked much better in her mid-40's than she did in her 20's. She was of Italian descent and could be described as "zaftig." Joan's friends would always tease her saying that she was the classic "MILF," and she got a kick out of engaging in harmless flirting whenever she went out with them, which wasn't all that often. Lance had come to love her breasts more and more over the years as age, motherhood, and weight gain had cause them to increase in size considerably. He'd always had a thing for Joan's legs and while they were still as long and shapely as ever, over the years he'd evolved from a “leg man” into a “tit man.” Her breasts, while not overly large, were plenty big - at a very hefty 44 D, they were more than enough for him. Hearing that she wanted them bigger caused a surge of blood to rush to his groin and he felt a sure-fire erection coming on. As he stared at her, Joan broke down and burst into laughter - she couldn't hold it in any longer. "HA! Gotcha!" she exclaimed, laughing hard. "Oh, you should see the look on your face," she said, her eyes tearing she was laughing so hard. Lance sat back, beet red from embarrassment. He couldn't help but laugh; his wife had an outrageous sense of humor and always caught him off guard.

This one really threw him for a loop though, and they were still laughing when she pulled into the parking lot of the commuter station. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, but Lance didn't move. Normally, he would return the kiss, grab his briefcase and get out. But this time, he sat there, still giggling with his hands in his lap, trying to hide the very prominent tent in his pants. Joan noticed what he was doing and started giggling again. "Ohhh seems like my friend seemed to like what he heard," she said reaching over and stroking his hard cock through his pants. "Stop!" Lance said, still laughing. "It's already bad enough. The trains coming in 2 minutes and I gotta walk through that crowd." Joan sat back smiling, trying to stop the giggling fit she was in. "Mmmmm,” she moaned in mock lust. “Does someone want to slide their big wiener between these big buns?” she said, grabbing as much of her breasts as she could in her hands and squeeze them. This caused Lance to turn even redder and giggle harder. “Just walk with your briefcase in front of you,” she said. “I'm sure they won't notice.” They both burst into more laughter and shared in the moment until Lance heard the train whistle. "You are gonna pay for this," he said, wiping tears from his eyes and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "See you tonight ... Juggsy," he said, playfully poking her very prominent nipple straining thru her blouse. He got out of the car, adjusted his pants as best he could, put his briefcase in front of him and boarded the train.

Kevin got home from work and was exhausted. He kicked his shoes off, grabbed a beer, and sat down on the couch still in his work clothes, minus the tie. He turned on the TV and put his feet up on the coffee table. Just as he was starting to relax, his dad, Jeff, walked in from the other room. Jeff had been living with him ever since Kevin’s parents had split up.

“How was work?” Jeff asked. He was wearing a pair of white Fruit of the Loom briefs and Kevin rolled his eyes, as he hated when his dad would roam the house in just his underwear. He especially hated it when he had friends over and his dad would walk around in front of them in either just his briefs or with a T-shirt on top.

“Fine,” Kevin mumbled in response. “Do you always have to walk around in your tighty whities, Dad?” he moaned.

“Why not? I don’t care who sees. I don’t have anything to be embarrassed about!” Jeff said.

In fact, he didn’t. Jeff had nothing to be ashamed about when it came to what was inside his underwear. As he sat down, Kevin could see the outline of his dad’s fairly thick penis draped on top of his large testicles through the fabric. Jeff casually reached down and scratched his nuts as he stretched out and put his feet on the table next to Kevin’s.

“We’re all men here,” Jeff stated, as a plain fact.

It wasn’t just the fact that his dad embarrassed him that made Kevin hate seeing his dad in his briefs. It was that it was a visual reminder that he didn’t actually inherit everything from his father. Kevin’s penis was rather small. It was 4.5 inches erect, but only 1 or 1.5 inches flaccid. Because of this, he never showered or changed at the gym and always dreaded his yearly physical. His dad’s exhibitionism only served as flaunting his superiority in that area, even if it wasn’t his intention.

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Kevin was glad it was a Saturday and he could sleep in. He stretched, got out of bed, and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. His dick was standing at full attention, making his gym shorts poke out. Halfway down hall he heard a door open behind him and turned to see his dad. Jeff was in his usual at-home attire: his Fruit of the Loom briefs. Kevin immediately tried to turn and cover his erection, but his dad had already seen it.

“Got a little morning wood there, son?” Jeff said, chuckling. Even though he hadn’t meant it that way, Kevin still stung when he heard him say “little.”

“Nothing to hide, buddy!” Jeff said as he walked toward his son, his big bulge between his legs sticking out in front of him.

Kevin blushed and turned to go into the bathroom. He stood in front of the sink and started to brush his teeth. His dad came in and stood next to him, looking at himself in the mirror. Jeff started to brush his teeth too, and started to brush his teeth too. Kevin glanced down and noticed that his dad’s junk jiggled in the pouch of his underwear as he brushed, his nuts bouncing a little bit. This made Kevin jealous as he looked down at his own hard cock sticking out through his shorts.

Kevin watched in the mirror as Jeff spit out the toothpaste and then pulled down his underwear around his ankles and kicked them off. As he stepped toward the shower, Kevin noticed his large soft cock flop around above his big hairy sack. Kevin also had extremely hairy balls, but it didn’t compliment his small dick the same way it did his dad’s long one. Whereas Kevin’s sack was high and tight, pushing his little dick up and out, his dad’s was big and full, with his two fat nuts hanging down slightly in his hairy sack.

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Later that day, Kevin was excited to play some basketball with a few of his friends from work. They were coming over to play on the court at the park near his house. He met them there and they started to pass the ball around and playing two on two.

Suddenly Kevin heard someone shouting “hey guys” and turned around to see his dad walking toward them.

“Sorry, Dad, we have an even number. Maybe next time,” he said, trying to act disappointed.

“That’s ok! I can be referee or something!” Jeff exclaimed.

They started playing again, with Jeff mostly watching, but calling fouls here and there. Kevin was a really good basketball player and this was his time to show off. He wanted to impress his coworkers. He was doing some tricky footwork and plays, when all of a sudden he felt something grab at him. He looked down to see to fists at each of his hips. Before he knew what was happening, Jeff was yanking down Kevin’s shorts and boxer briefs in one motion, laughing loudly in his ear. Now Kevin was naked from the waist down, his tiny soft cock poking out over his tight nutsack for all his bros to see. It was quiet for a second before Kevin heard the laughter erupt around him. He looked down and saw his dickhead barely sticking out through his big bush of pubes. He tried to bend down and pick up his shorts, but this just exposed his very hairy ass cheeks to the small crowd and another round of laughter began. Kevin’s face was beet red as he finally pulled his underwear and shorts back up.

“Damn, dude! Your dick is tiny, bro!” he heard one of his friends yell.

“Sorry, Kev! Had to show off the acorn in the nest for these boys!” Jeff said through laughing.

Kevin was humiliated. He didn’t know how he’d face these guys at work. He didn’t know how he’d handle his dad either, but he knew he had to do something. He needed revenge.

I abhor air travel. It’s stressful, it’s crowded, it can be costly, and it’s just not fun. I hypocritically still use it because it’s the best option with few alternatives, but should the US get a light speed rail system in my time I’d heavily consider it a better alternative.
All of this runs through my mind every time I’m in line at security and my bags are checked. I make it through TSA and grab my shoes to put them back on, when my peripheral catches the glimpse of the hottest man I’d see in months get up from putting his shoes back on across the terminal. As others block my view passing by, once the view is clear, he’s gone and I’m left with a “what could have been” memory.

Picking up my bag, I wander to my gate, grabbing a water at the store, and getting to check-in kicking my feet up while I wait. A quarter hour passes and announcement is made that the flight will be delayed indefinitely, and as this was the last available flight of the day, free hotel compensation will be offered to all applicable. I groan and roll my eyes in annoyance and frustration, but as I need to get this flight, I take up the offer, get my free hotel, and head over there.

I get checked in, drop my bags off and lie on the bed for a few minutes before heading down to the hotel bar for a few drinks. As I grab my drink and look for a place to sit, my eyes scan the room and they fall upon the mystery man from before. He just so happens to pull his eyes off his phone for the moment and his eyes meet mine. We nod suggestively at one another and he moves his bag from the chair at his table and invites me to join him.

We introduce ourselves, I say “I’m Gordon”, he says “I’m James”, and we share our stories why we are where we are; this hotel and life in general. He works in IT and is traveling for a long weekend, and I chuckle that someone as attractive as him is traveling alone. He blushes and mentions he’s typically a solitary person and doesn’t date much and his job kind of takes up all of time. But he’s needed this trip for a few months. Feeing I’m impeding his free time, I try to leave him alone, but his hand lands on my thigh and puts me back into the chair. We smile and he says “let me get you another…”

We spent the next however long sharing stories and travel horror tales, and before we know it, the bartender is over-turning chairs at the nearby tables and we take it as a sign to clear out. With our latest drinks still full, we ask if we can take them with us and return the glasses in the morning, and the bartender gives us a “I couldn’t care less if I ever see those glasses again” shrug and we leave. We awkwardly extend the conversation as neither wants to end the night here, but I don’t want to miss another opportunity, so I ask if he wants to come back to my room to finish these off. He says “yeah!” and we make our way to the lobby elevator.

As we get on, I stumble and he catches me, and his hand begins to explore my chest, slipping it in between the open buttons. I allow it and pull his head in to taste him, and our mouths share a kiss, tongues dancing around one another. My free hand reaches behind him to feel his ass, an ass that is solid and feels like his jeans are containing the finest peach to ever be wrapped in denim. The elevator dings and opens to the hallway, we head to the room, quickly fling the door open, and place the “do not disturb” sign on the handle.

Before the door has closed, his shirt is off, his torso is naked before me, and I pause to take it all in. He’s smooth and his nipples are perky atop his pecs. His abs are defined and his pleasure trail drives the eyes precisely where it needs to. I wonder if all IT guys are built like this, it might be an untapped market! My thoughts quickly fade and I rush back to him, my tongue lapping his nipples and chest, his moaning and groaning emanating deeply from his throat. My hands finagle his belt and his slacks the floor and I his zipper is pulled down and I lower to my knees and slide his jeans down. Before my eyes are the skimpiest briefs containing the outline of one of the thickest cocks I’ve laid my eyes on to date.

As I playfully snap the waistband, he giggles and pulls my head into his crotch and I sniff his musk and my tongue finds his balls and licks them through the fabric, pre-cum outlining his cock’s head even more. My hands pull the back of his briefs down and release his ass, beginning to fondle his globes while licking his clothed member. I turn him around to tongue his hole briefly before he pulls his briefs off fully and his balls drop into view from behind. My hands find their way to the shaft and two hang downs while my mouth continues wetting his hole. He bends over 90* and his hole is now all out to explore and his hand is on my head keeping my in place.

Catching my breath, he pulls me up and drops to his knees pulling my pants off. I remove my shirt as he duplicates my actions and returns the favor(s), and my dick is springing out of my undies the moment he pulls them down. He takes my member into his mouth and slurps from top to base. I wish I had his girth, but I’m happy with my size, and he’s not complaining, so we’re both happy in this moment. Before I can warn him or even pull him off of me, my balls are shooting their loads down his throat and he’s sucking it all down with no issues.

He looks up at me, wipes his mouth and says “thanks for that”, but we’re not done. He picks me up and carries me to the bed, placing me down and the next motions are my legs in the air and his mouth tonguing my ass. Despite having just shot my load, my cock is already back on the rise and ready for whatever James is ready to give me. I hear the condom wrapper and line cap snap open and he slowly slides in to me, pacing himself, knowing what he’s packing.

I grunt a bit, biting the sheets in slight discomfort, but he’s considerate and takes him time. He’s finally at a pace that’s fluid and pleasing and his pumps are filling me just the way I’ve needed. Our eyes meet, smiles form across our faces, and we’re both expressing our enjoyment. As my comfort with his cock increases, I pull him in for a kiss and the angle seems to have been a blessing and a curse, as I immediately feel a sensation I haven’t felt in a long while and I make sure it doesn’t stop for as long as I can.

With beads of sweat forming, and the bed soaked from our love, we go with a few other positions until I’m atop James riding him, controlling his thrusts. He begins breathing shallow and that lets me know he’s close. I pull him out and wrap my hand around both our dicks, pumping them until they both shoot across his chest and even his neck. Panting we collapse and catch our breath before we lightly kiss and snuggle until the sun is rising.

In the morning, we say our goodbyes and go our separate ways, and as I rideshare to the airport, my phone gets message saying “thanks for last night, I hope to see you again. Fingers crossed for another ‘de-lay’! ” - James

I smile and reply back with “hopefully it’s not a long wait before then…”

Hi everyone so it's been a while since I rode again but I'm very excited as we have been doing many cool things lately. I do like to come back and write about some of the new interesting adventures that we are constantly doing. As usual all of my events are true and did happen, this event took place just last weekend and it involved the couple as well as a six other guys. Here they got to do anything they wanted to me including double anal, gagging, deepthroating, ass to mouth, and of course lots of piss playing.



Throughout the week in the group chat the guys were all talking about some of the things that they wanted to do and revisit. Just reading some of the comments may be super horny throughout the week. As usual I slept over at the couple's house the night before. The next morning I woke up and prepped myself for the guys will arrive around noon. The wife stayed with me in her room until everyone arrived. We did play with each other, and teased one another. She gave me some of her clothes, knee high black boots and a black spaghetti top.

When the guys were all there they settled in the basement and I walk down the steps. The guys were already all naked and ready for some fun. I went to the first guy on my knees and started to suck him and it wasn't long before two of the guys called me to the couch and I sat between them as I stroked each of them and two other guys came from behind to feed me their cocks. After a few more minutes I went to the other three guys on my knees as a surrounding me and fed me their cocks. They were starting to get a little rougher by forcing my head down on their dick. One of the guys also kept my head down to the bottom as long as I could, and when I came back up I gagged has a mouth full of saliva spilled onto my chest. Then one of the guys grabbed e and made me stand up and then leaned me over to fuck my ass. I could feel his cock go in slowly as it expanded my ass. He did that for a little while and got a good thrust going before the next guy called me over as he was sitting on a couch and told me to sit on his cock. I held his cock nice and stiff to put it up my ass and slowly slide down. When I went all the way in I put my hands on his chest as he put his hands on my hips. I bounced on his cock as the first guy that fucked me was teasing my nipples. At times the guy fucking me would pull me up from my legs to show my gaping hole and then we'll make me sit back on his cock.

The next guy was also on the couch and I mounted him facing him as he eased his cock into my ass. He just went straight to fucking me fast and hard as I sucked on the guy that I just fucked. Hear more of the guys were surrounding me so I stroke them if I had a free hand. It wasn't long before the next guy could be a missionary on the couch the fuck my ass as I sucked the fresh cock from my ass before. The wife said you're going to try each of these cocks in your ass before we start getting rougher and rougher on you. I smile back at her and said yes that's exactly what I want. Within a minute the next guy grabbed me and put me up against the wall standing up as he fucked me from behind. He had a very good rhythm going and other guys were lining up behind him just waiting to fuck my wonderful ass. It was just great to feel the different size cocks entering my ass at different times and the different speeds at the guys were able to get while they fuck me. Some of the guys like to hold me from the hips, as others like to hold me for my shoulders. What all the guys got at least one chance to fuck my ass yeah, they lined up and I went to suck each and every one of them for a good 20 to 30 seconds. This is part of the thing that the guys wanted on the chat. I sucked each of them it's just my mouth and without them forcing me onto their cocks. I forced my mouth down as much as possible on each of them and held it there as long as I could with no hands.



By now we had reached the 20-minute mark and most of the guys did have to pee. So I went into the inflatable pool at least around me and I could feel at least three or four streams already counting is my face. I would keep some of my mouth gargle a little bit and then swallow. The guys still continue to pee as some others also started their stream. I think all seven guys got to pee on me within the first 20 minutes. When they're all finished their pee the wife patted me down with a little towel and then told me to go sit on a cock on the couch. I mounted the guy is my back to him and then a second guy went up my ass too. I love doing these two cocks up my ass, it was very fulfilling. I stroked the two other cocks that were close to my hand as I sucked on a third. The guys are fucking me we're not going to hard but they were doing a very good job at fucking my ass together. They rotated the guy on top and this new one was a little bit thicker and he also fucked me at a faster Pace than the previous guy. I moaned as I had a cock in my mouth, this felt so good. The guys did rotate a few more times before one of them suggested to put three cocks on my ass. The switch the guy that was at the bottom and I mounted him with my back to him the second guy also came in my ass and leaned closer to my body, the third guy what's slowly able to get into my ass. I could feel my ass expanding and my O ring closing in on those cocks. When they pulled out the guy underneath me read my ass cheek and spread them wide as I held my arms around my legs. The same guy then put his cock back up my ass and fucked me hard for about another minute.

The next guy called me over to his end of the couch and I mounted him facing him. Then a second guy went up my ass as I was sucking a cock and moaning. I could then feel a third guy trying to make his way into my ass. He did seem to have a little bit of trouble has it slipped in and out but he eventually got it. I love to take three of my ass but sometimes the positioning isn't always the easiest. The guide the bottom wasn't able to thrust as much as the other two but it still felt very good. One of the guys grab my head and start to make me gag on his cock and told me to stroke the other two that were beside him. He said now you're a real true fuckin whore. After few minutes the two that were fucking my ass from the top in around and find me their cock right for my ass. Another guy went up my ass start pounding away at it. And this position double anal was very good as both guys can thrust into my eyes as hard as they wanted. The guy fucked me from the top was also grabbing me from my neck back onto his body I need show me a little bit too. When he pulled out they made me keep my ass before the next guy came around to fuck my ass as well. The guy seems like his position to as they had a very good rotation going.

I think I was in this position for at least 15 minutes and the guys seem like they didn't want to switch. He said they wanted to give you another triple anal before we switch positions. So we switch the person at the bottom and amount of a different guy as the other to ease their way into my ass. This time around the guy at the very top was able to start telling me a little harder than before. Some of the other guys we're still feeding me their cocks and rubbing the rock hard cocks all over my face. When the guys were satisfied enough with the triple anal these then brought me to the ottoman and put me in doggy position. There one guy went up my ass and started fucking me in the doggy position as two of the guys started the pee on me. Some of their streams was very strong and I tried to swallow what I could. I loved getting fucked in the ass while getting pissed on and feeling the warmth all over me. The guy pulled out of my ass and put me in missionary for the next guy to fuck me. He bought one leg on each side of my body as he fed me his cock right from my ass and started to gag me hard. When he was done I was getting fucked in the ass and peed on by another three or four cocks. The wife said you look great like this. The guy fucking my ass actually ended up peeing in my ass. When he was done he put me in a sort of doggy position with my ass up and face down into the ottoman. There was a good-sized puddle of pee as he push my face deeper into the ottoman and told me to force out the pee from my ass. When it seemed that there was no more pee in my ass another guy went to fuck me.



The guys rotated as they fucked me in my ass and my mouth before they kept me on my knees on the ottoman. Now they were into that gagging part of our fun. They were forcing my head down on their cocks for very long periods of time, I did my best to hold it as long as I could and as deep as I could. When they would pull out I would spew out a lot of saliva all over my body. The guys also like it when I sucked to the cops at the same time and rubbed their heads together. I loved being drenched in saliva and pee and sweat. The guys gag me for a good 5 or 6 minutes straight. Some of the guys like to force my head from the top all the way to the bottom of their cock repeatedly until I gagged. They barely gave me a chance to catch my breath before they passed me on to the next guy. I have to be honest I was struggling here but I loved every single moment of it. Then I saw two guys laying down on the floor with their legs interlaced to one another and cocks together and I crawl to them as a dog and mounted them to shove both their cocks up my ass. I kept my hands on the couch behind me as I bounced on their cocks and some of the guys around me to feed me their cocks in my mouth from time to time. I would get off of the 2 cocks and get on the couch in missionary position with my legs up as a guy would fuck my ass hard before returning back on the two cocks that were on the floor. I repeated this a few times as also the guys on the floor switched with two other guys. When I would be on the two guys are on the floor I would also suck and gag on some of the other guys I love to go in the missionary position as the guy could pound me as hard as he wanted.

The position of squatting down on the two guys with their cocks up my ass felt like a very good workout for my legs and my ass of course. I was moaning in pleasure as were the guys that were fucking me. The next few times when I stood up from the guys I just leaned over onto the couch with my ass up as that was an invitation for another guy fuck my ass as hard as he wanted. I love to feel the cockle from the tip all the way down to the base as he pounded my ass and made a slapping noise every time our bodies hit each other. It was here that the wife suggested to give me two cocks in my ass while in the doggy position on the couch. I actually like this position quite a bit because the guys can do a good fucking in this manner however I was not able to suck any cocks while getting fucked. You guys did switch pretty quickly so was happy that they were each getting their fair share of fun. By now we were approaching the one-hour mark as the wife and mentioned and the guy still want to do a couple more things to me.



I could tell that the guys were trying to hold off or they were getting tired but they still want to have more fun with me. So they put me in missionary and double fucked my ass this way as I strolled onto other cocks and sucked on a third. The fucked in this position for about another five minutes before they brought me to my knees on the floor and Surrounded me with their cocks. Here they just decided to each take turns and pound my throat, one guy gag me so hard by fucking my throat to make me gag and the next guy went immediately into my throat. Some of the guys were making me stick out my tongue as I suck their cock all the way to the base to try to lick their balls. One of the guys also peed down my throat and I gagged it all up. I was a filthy mess. The guys then brought me back to the ottoman the fukcing my ass and gag me even more. The wife said this is what I want to see. The guys were so relentless at the pound my ass and when they were close to coming they just pulled out and the next guy went in. When I was gagging on the cock they were also slapping my face. It was a good ten minutes of them fucking me in this position and peeing on me whenever they felt. This is all I ever wanted just to be treated like a little rag doll, used up in every hole and peed on. The wife said you're such a good fucking whore. When some of the guys peed up my ass they put a glass under for me to shoot it out and then fed it to me. The wife also noticed that some of the guys were really taking it easy and trying very hard to hold back there come so she told them that they can come anytime they like.

The guys brought me to the floor on my knees and right away three of them surrounding me and came all over my face and in my mouth. I swallowed the cum that was in my mouth and then suck the cocks right after just a tease him a little more. After the first 3 the following guys each stepped up one at a time to come on me. One guy wanted to cum up my ass so he put me in missionary as the other two unloaded on me. I can feel his deep thrusts and throbbing cock up my ass as he injected me with his cum. The guys each had large loads and I loved it. Some of them still ended up peeing on me after we were all done. I love this get together oh, I know it wasn't the most intense and the guys could have done much more but it's always fun to turn things back a little bit. See you next time

I really want to be fucked rough

Let’s hear all your cruise ship stories!

I just had my first real experience with public masturbation last week and loved it. What's your best story about jerking in public and not getting caught?

Here's mine:
I was on a week-long vacation and staying on a friend's couch, so opportunities for a nice jerk off session weren't all that plentiful unless I wanted a quickie in the shower. The last day there, my friends were working and I got a car for the day to go exploring.

I ended up in this awesome park deep in the woods. The views were amazing and I was having a good time hiking on the trails. I stopped to take a piss a bit off the trail, and as I pulled out my cock, started to harden up a bit. This got me thinking how hot it would be to stroke out a load in the middle of the woods. The trail I was on wasn't highly trafficked, so I figured what the hell.

I found a nice spot not far from the trail where I was slightly out of view and got comfortable. The whole time, I was rubbing the growing bulge in my pants. I took off my jacket and laid it on a small log so I'd have something to sit on, then dropped my jeans and underwear. I was instantly rock hard and curiously turned on by the experience. I leaned back against the tree the log was sitting by and slowly worked my throbbing cock. I was in heaven.

A few minutes in, I heard someone approaching on the trail. I was far too invested at this point, I didn't care if they saw me. As the hikers approached, I stroked harder and got even hornier. Luckily they didn't see me and kept going. The excitement had me near the edge.

I don't know if it was the thrill of the situation or not having shot in 4 days, but my world was spinning. I felt the familiar feeling in my balls that meant I was nearing the point of no return. I stood up, my back arched, and immediately started firing off shot after shot of thick, creamy cum. It was so intense, I had to lean on the tree for support.

Moments later as I came down from my high, I looked out and saw the aftermath of my experience. I wish I'd taken a picture of how much cum there was on the leaf-covered ground. It was amazing.

After taking pride in what I'd done, I wiped the last drop of cum off my cock and ate it (something I never do), got dressed and went about my day.

It turns me on now just thinking about how a bit of me will always be in those woods.

Karen arrived at the club to meet her husband, Peter, for dinner. He had planned a special dinner for the two of them at the private downtown club known for its fine dining. But his work ran late, so Karen had to go on her own and he would meet her as soon as he could. She knew this would be a special evening because he left her instructions on exactly how to prepare and what to wear. One of those directions was to leave the panties at home and wear the crotch-less pantyhose! The slinky red dress was one of his favorites and her hair was worn down and straight, just like he liked it. She’d been more than a little excited all evening thinking about screwing her husband after a romantic dinner and a couple of drinks. Did “screwing” and “romantic” belong in the same thought? She decided it did.

The maitre’d greeted her upon arrival and asked if she was Mrs. Karen. She was led to a curtained booth, and her favorite drink, gin and tonic, arrived without even ordering. Very fancy stuff, this! Peter must have planned everything for the night. She looked around the room and found the dark paneling and heavy draperies lovely. There was an air of richness and age that permeated the room. The restaurant served several other couples and some businessmen, and a rather handsome man stood alone at the bar. He had glanced her direction often enough to make her sit up straight and try to look sexy – you know, suck your tummy in, rest a hand elegantly on the table and let just the hint of a smile play at your face. It is always nice to be noticed.

Surprisingly, the single gentleman approached the table and asked if she was Karen, the wife of Peter. She responded that she was and asked his name. Without being invited he joined her in the booth and stated that his name was Philip, a friend of her husband’s, and he had been asked to join her as Peter was running late. He had a note from Peter, which he handed to Karen.

She opened it to read: “Dear Karen, on several occasions you have fantasized about a night with more than one partner. I have arranged for this man to take you to that fantasy. Have the night of your dreams and don’t worry about me. I will see you tomorrow and look forward to hearing about your wildest dreams cumming true.” It was signed, “Your loving Husband, Peter.”

She was no longer concerned with looking sexy, she knew her mouth had dropped open, and her hands had gotten a little clammy. Her husband had never done anything like this! But it was definitely his handwriting. What was going on? Philip chuckled at her discomfort but reached a hand across the table to her. “Would you like to come upstairs with me?” he asked.

To be continued...

I was already pretty tipsy by the time we landed in Vegas. My groomsmen had done a good job getting me drunk on the plane, and we had even downed a few shots at the airport. I wanted no part in the traditional “bachelor party” extravaganza, but my best man insisted that we do it. I rarely drank, had only ever had sex with my fiancé, and had never been to a casino or strip club. The last thing I wanted was a stereotypical Vegas blowout, but my groomsmen had other plans.

At 28 years old, I was more interested in a low-key weekend with friends and family. Drinking beer on a boat was more my jam than doing cocaine off strippers in a limo. But my best man, Ricardo, thought differently. Ricardo and I were roommates and best friends in college but in the years since, he had moved to Miami. His life there seemed far different from my humble experiences in Nasvhille, where I lived with my fiancé, Charlotte. Ricardo regaled me with stories of clubs and cocaine, college girls and wet t-shirt contests, and quick trips to Havana and the Caribbean. According to him, he had so much “pussy” and “ass” in Miami that he didn’t know what to do with himself. Ricardo had been far different in college, but now that he worked for an investment bank, he quickly adopted this fast-paced, big-money lifestyle.

My other groomsmen were a motley bunch. Logan was a friend from grad school who now lived in San Francisco; and Drake was my co-worker at a small tech startup in Nashville. Then there was Jared.

Jared was my 20-year-old step brother who annoyed the shit out of me growing up. When I was in high school, my mom divorced and got remarried to a man who was wealthy, handsome, and somewhat pretentious. His son—Jared—shared those traits. Even when he was in middle school, Jared bragged about his athleticism, grades, and boy-next-door good looks. Everything seemed to come easy to him. Not only was Jared valedictorian in high school, but he was also captain of the lacrosse team and first in the state in boys’ cross country.

Everyone adored Jared, which is one reason I resented hanging out with him. Even though I was eight years older, Jared always seemed more accomplished and regularly beat me at video games, board games, and sports.

My fiancé, Charlotte, adored Jared, thought he was sweet, and insisted that he be a part of our wedding. Because she didn’t have any brothers, she thought it’d be fun to have him as a groomsman. So reluctantly, I asked Jared to join my wedding party and invited him on the bachelor trip.

Ricardo insisted on planning the whole thing, which made me slightly nervous. Surprisingly, Charlotte gave Ricardo a “green light” that I could do “whatever I wanted” in Vegas, as long as it “stayed in Vegas.” While I had zero interest in being unfaithful or doing anything crazy, Ricardo took this as a free license to do the most. He and the other groomsmen split the costs and off we went to Sin City.

When we landed at the airport, we took an Uber to our hotel on the Strip. I was thankful that Ricardo hadn’t wasted money on a limo or strippers—yet—and that we got a good deal on the hotel room. We had a full, two-bedroom suite in the Aria Hotel & Casino with an amazing view of the Strip, including the Bellagio fountains below. The suite also came with a full bar, pool table, and in-unit Jacuzzi: the perfect bachelor pad for the perfect bachelor weekend.

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The downside of going a small liberal arts school in a rural town in Midwest as an Asian gay is the constant feeling of horniness due to the lack of hot, available gay guys who are not racist or creepy. So this week, when I was visiting some friends who go to a big public school in a bigger college town in the Midwest for Thanksgiving, I decided to let my inner whore out and look for some hot college dicks.

After being ghosted by several guys, I finally met up with this 24-year-old college dude the night before Thanksgiving. He was a cute Latino of average height with a slightly stocky body and a cock that, despite its average length, was thick like a beer can. For better reference, let’s call him Aidan. Aidan fucked me like crazy for roughly 20 minutes and finally dropped a nice warm load in my tight muscular ass (load 1).

As Aidan and I were cuddling up and talking about ourselves, our conversation slowly shifted towards our kinks, fetishes, and fantasies. He asked me about a fantasy of mine, to which I responded that I had always wanted to try being a cumdump just for a bunch of guys to use. I went into much deeper details about how I was thinking of myself doing one of those no-load-refused pump and dump sessions and how it would be even hotter if I got completely submissive and had a master just pimp me out for guys to use.

This was definitely getting Aidan on as he quickly got hard again. He fucked me for another 15 minutes before adding another load in my ass (load 2). As he collapsed on me after draining himself in me, Aidan asked if I wanted to make my fantasy come true. He said he found that extremely hot and he definitely would love to see that in action and that we could do it in his studio. After a few moments of hesitation, my inner whore finally got the better of me and I said yes. Aidan then asked if he could be my “pimp,” to which I found so hot and immediately said yes.

After we discussed rules and boundaries, which were pretty basic like no drugs (beside poppers) nor no guys who seemed creepy and nasty, Aidan created a new Grindr account with the title “College muscle cumdump.” Besides my stats (22 yo, 5’5, Asian, muscular body) and a few body pictures, Aidan wrote this in the profile “College muscle cumdump looking for anon loads. No load refused. Hmu for further details.” Our DMs were immediately flooded with texts. Besides the Grindr account, Aidan also hit up some of his gay friends and fuck buddies who were still in town for Thanksgiving break and who he thought would be interested. Meanwhile, I was rock hard for the whole time from both the anxiety and excitement. I couldn’t believe that this was coming true.

It only took 15 minutes since we opened the Grindr account for the first guy to come. Let’s call him Ben. Ben was actually one of my “pimp”’s friends and classmates. He was a tall lean mixed guy with a good looking face and an impressively big dick. His dick was 8-inch long and just as thick as Aidan’s. After I sucked on his dick for a few minutes, he made me on my knees and began to apply lube on my ass and his dick. Aidan gave me some poppers to relax as the monster cock opened me up. Ben fucked me doggy for a quick 5 minutes with fast and powerful strokes and soon unloaded in me (load 3). As he pulled his dick out of my sloppy ass, my “pimp” made me clean Ben’s cock with my mouth. As I tasted the mix of cum, lube, and my own ass juice in this handsome hung guy, I realized he was getting hard again. Without saying anything, I lied down on my back, opened my legs, and offered him my used hole again. Not needing to remind twice, Ben slid his cock in me again and began to fuck me missionary, this time with slow and long strokes. Ben fucked me slow and deep for another solid 10 to 15 minutes before he made me cum hand-free and added another load in me (load 4). After two big loads in my ass, the college guy quickly dressed up and left.

Roughly another 15 minutes later after Ben left, the second guy came. He was definitely not my type as all being an out of shape middle-aged white man, but the thought that I was being a cumdump for everyone including this guy turned me on so much. I only let him fucked me doggy style because I didn’t really want to look at him. Fortunately, it didn’t take him long to finish in me and leave (load 5).

The third guy walked in right after the old guy left. Let’s call him Carl. He was a very good looking guy in his mid 30s: white, tall, muscular, with a beer gut. He had an average cut cock with a perfect curve. Besides Ben, Carl was definitely my best fuck that night as he fucked me good in multiple positions for almost 20 minutes before adding another load in me (load 6). Indeed, his curved dick hit my prostate so well that I had another hand-free orgasm while being fucked by this hunk. After he came, Carl asked if he could stay a few minutes and watch because that was the first time he did something like this and it turned him on a lot. Aidan, being my pimp, looked at me for an answer. As I nodded, he said yes to the hunk. Carl then asked if he could invite some of his friends over for my ass, and Aidan simply said the more the merrier.

The fourth guy was a black man in his early 40s. He was a big muscular man with the biggest dick of the night at almost 9 inches and almost as thick as Aidan and Ben’s dicks. Fortunately, my hole had been well opened and lubed up from all the previous fucking so it didn’t take so much effort for me to take that Leviathan. He fucked me on doggy then missionary for a about 5 minutes before adding another big load in me (load 7). As he pulled out, his load, mixed with the previous ones, began to ooze out of my gaping hole despite my best effort to keep them in me. Aidan quickly used his hand to scoop and hold the oozing cum and fed me it later, making me almost come the third time just by being a total pig.

The next two guys were Carl’s friends who also happened to be a couple. They were both white guys in mid 30s with lean bodies and average cocks. Both of them took turn between my mouth and ass for a solid 15 to 20 minutes before adding another two loads in my used man cunt (loads 8 and 9). As I was being split roasted by the couple, I could see from the side of my eyes that Aidan was sucking on Carl’s dick as the white hunk watched me getting used with a fiery passion.

The next guy was a cute white college student. He looked so young that Aidan had to make him show ID so that we could be sure he was at least 18 years old, which the young guy was. He nervously pulled out his sweat pants to reveal an big delicious cock which was 7-inch long and beer-can thick. I gave him a slow and sensual blow job as Aidan and Carl tried to talk to him and make him more comfortable. Then I presented my sloppy hole to the cute twink, and he began to slowly pushed in. As he bottomed out in me, the twink was virtually jackhammering my ass. It didn’t take him more than a minute to cum in me (load 10).

As he pulled out, I sat up and began to clean his dick with my mouth. Seeing the twink getting hard again, Carl, who was still getting served by Aidan, asked if he wanted to fuck me again. Since the twink awkwardly nodded, I got on my knees and spread my cheeks out for another round of young twink cum. Carl, who had already left his comfortable seat and Aidan’s warm mouth, walked to the twink and immediately made out with him. The hunky man grabbed the twink cock and guided it to my hole. Under Carl’s guide, the twink fucked me slow and with more controlled pace this time, and it took him much longer than the first time to drop another load in me (load 11).

The next guy was an Asian guy in his late 20s. He was a super handsome guy: tall, chiseled, athletic, smooth, and had a few big tattoos on his body. He was another friend of Carl, and we later found out that he was actually his ex. This gorgeous hunk had a big and uncut cock, and he was very dominant as he shoved his dick down my throat before doing the same thing with my ass. He was also the most verbal guy besides Aidan and Carl. The gorgeous hunk pushed my face down on the mattress as he railed my ass for a solid 10 minutes before unloading in me (load 12).

The next guy after this gorgeous Asian was actually Ben. After he left the studio apartment for an errand, he was still so horny knowing what his friend Aidan and I were doing, so he constantly texted my “pimp” for update. He said that he needed to come back to fuck me again after seeing a picture of my sloppy cunt and the marker marks on my ass cheeks. As Ben came in, he quickly dropped on his knees and began to eat my sloppy cummy hole. I was surprised to see how much of a pig this college boy was, and I definitely did not have any complaints. He got close to my face, slightly choked me with his big hand, told me to open my mouth, and spat the content he got from my ass into my eager mouth before he attacked it with his big soft lips and hungry tongue. The handsome mixed guy fucked me in multiple positions and hit all the right spots in me while telling me how good my cummy hole felt and how I was nothing but a worthless cumdump for men like him to use.

It seemed like seeing our piggy and passionate sex was too much for Carl and Aidan as Carl began to plow Aidan’s hairy ass on the same chair he was sitting before. My cumdump session quickly escalated into a full foursome with me and my "pimp" moaning like two bitches in heat as we were fucked so well by two gorgeous tops. Carl and Aidan soon joined me and Ben in bed.

After roughly 10 minutes of intense fucking, our tops decided to change their bottoms as Carl now jackhammered me while Ben railed Aidan mercilessly. Aidan and I were completely in cloud 9 as all our right spots were hit by our handsome and talented tops. After about 5 minutes, Carl moved his dick from my ass to my mouth as Aidan replaced the hunk in my ass while stilling being fucked by Ben. As Ben, Aidan, and I were in a fuck train, I could feel Ben’s powerful thrusts transfer all the way through Aidan to me while having my throat stretched by Carl. Aidan, in the middle of the fuck train, could not hold it any longer than a few minutes and begin to unload in me (load 13). This also sent Ben over the edge as he bred his friend deep after that.

Seeing that was also too much for Carl. The handsome hunk aggressively pulled me out of the other two and began to fuck me with the most powerful thrusts I’d felt the whole night and quickly came in me (load 14), sending me over the edge as I came for the third time that night.

All four of us collapsed on the bed and breathed heavily. I, the person who did the most work that night, soon passed out as all the cum was dripping out of my gaping ass, filling the room with the intoxicating smell of piggy gay men sex… [End of part 1]