First dates can be like a box of chocolates… you never know what you’re gonna get. Sometimes they’re a trainwreck of awkward questions and uncomfortable pauses. Sometimes they’re so natural, you feel like reacquainting with an old friend and the time flies by. Today’s was squarely in the second category.

Tom and I had met online… although he wasn’t exactly my usual type, he had this quiet confidence and subtle sexiness that I just couldn’t quite explain… but I knew I liked. In all our conversations, he was the perfect balance of respectful and flirty/dirty… a rare find in today’s era of extremely forward Tinder pickup lines and unsolicited dick pics. A good man with a naughty side. That IS exactly my type.

I was so excited to meet him for lunch at a homey little restaurant that serves delicious but healthy food, catering to fitness conscious folks because of its proximity to a state park in our area. After chatting over the menu, we discover we are both trying to decide between the same two items… a sashimi tuna wrap with spinach, edamame and soy ginger dressing, and a chicken salad with alfalfa sprouts on wheatberry bread. We decide to share. (Sharing is a good thing in my book… if you get uptight about sharing a spoon, I can’t imagine you’ll be excited about french kissing and definitely would be reserved about going down on me.) Lots of good conversation that just flows so easily, with some teasing and innuendo. The restaurant is only open for breakfast and lunch, and after 2 hours of gabbing, the waitstaff is beginning to hover. We decide to go for a hike to continue the conversation.

We decide to take the 7-mile loop trail, a rolling and not too strenuous hike that has scenic views of the lake at its apex. It’s a Thursday in late spring, so the parking lot is practically empty and the we are the only ones on the trail which affords us the opportunity to continue our conversation to learn about what each other likes without the reservations that usually go along with being in a public place. About 3 miles in, the moderate physical activity combined with the humidity causes Tom’s shirt to cling to his broad chest. Ufff. My thoughts are a bit conflicted… wanting to focus on getting to know him but being distracted… by thoughts of getting him out of that shirt and getting my hands on his pecs. He must be having some similar thoughts as he occasionally pauses during our otherwise flowing conversation as I catch him looking at my long legs. I wonder… is he picturing me in lingerie and high heels in a posh hotel room instead of tan hiking shorts and trail running shoes? Is he picturing me on a naked on blanket beside the trail? Is he picturing me…

Tom interrupts my thoughts by asking, “What on earth are you thinking?” with a bit of a smirk. I blush. Busted. “Your beautiful blue eyes have a very different look compared to during lunch.” I decide not to tell him, but show him. I take a long stride, turn and face him, placing my palms on his pecs as I step in to kiss him. After a lazy, exploring kiss, I say, “I was thinking how much I wanted to touch your muscular chest… that’s what I was thinking.” Tom replies, “I like how you think!” as he puts his hands on my hips and pulls me tight against him. I can feel something pressing into my belly and realize he is rock hard… and it's totally apparent that Tom is blessed. I chuckle and press back against him, asking, “And what are YOU thinking, hmmmm?”

Tom wraps his strong arms around me, pressing my entire body against his, and kisses me passionately. Tongues dancing. Hands roaming. Frantically. Wanting to touch each other everywhere. Breathing getting ragged.

Out of nowhere, we hear the crack of thunder that is far too close for comfort. We break our embrace and look skyward. We had been so engaged in conversation that we had never noticed the ominous grey clouds over us. Shit. We’re so far from the car that we know we’re screwed. It’d be a 30 minute jog back to the trailhead parking lot and the clouds looked like they’re going to let loose at any moment. I know there’s a small lean-to that overlooks the water another mile up the trail but it won’t protect us from the impending deluge. We decide to head back to the car. Quickly.

Hi summer, flies in the air, grass lush and green and the waters of the stream running clean when he appeared, majestic and honed, sweaty and muscular - a vision!
I had been in another world contemplating the glories about me, how nice and fresh and easy things were how uncomplicated when I heard his pounding feet coming up behind me, level and then passing leaving just the rear view of pert buttocks working the legs, the silky shorts tightly stretched, straining, tight, left right mmmm.
Not that I was wearing more, a T shirt.big and baggy for the cool and a pair of mid range mid fit but enough room for enlargement shorts, tempting but not obvious, cock ringed and commando.
And then the sound of running feet and hey presto, bursting round the corner came the vison, facing med, wow, blond crew cut, nice features and tight white singlet streaked and clinging with sweaty from his exertions, silky shorts rely well fitting and a nice lumpy bulge all pulled up firm but not to firm to bounce from side to side, awesome, jaw dropping - and he flashed me a smile, an appraising look at my crotch and then gone.
I looed back, legs pounding and he really was getting some miles in. Onwards, onwards I went and again I heard him, watched his tight firm ass as he passed, seemed to wiggle at me, were his shorts just a little tighter, up his ass crack?
I found a little shady place by the water, laid out in the sun, stretched and let my mind go, wondering what it would be like finding out what was in those shorts, when, I heard those well known running steps again. He stopped, saw me off the beaten track, came over and plonked on the ground.
Fuck me he said, knackered, need a break, he laid back, stretched, thrust his pelvis up and forced his package into the air - then relaxed. Seemed to me that as he sat he pulled his shots to reveal more, I could see the shape of his cock, his mushroom looking inviting. He tuned over, looked up at me and said hi, my names Dave. I'm Chris I replied, hi. His ass looked amazing and really pert, I looked for a vpl but no signs of a lining or a jock, just the nice rounded silk covered and shimmering. I was beginning to get a bit woody, could feel my cock growing down my shorts leg, any moment and it might pop out, become exposed. He turned, sat up and took off his singlet, hung it on the ground as guys do. His body was something, smooth and sun burnt and twin toned where his singlet covered parts weren't as tanned as his arms and shoulders, very shiny, very hot, nice pecs, firm nipples, shining, damp, god was he still sweating. Yes, even his shorts were betraying signs of moisture. By cock popped out.
Naughty he said looking, to hot, does things. Yep I said and took of my T shirt, now only in my shorts shorting what had become a full boner. I ran my hands down over my chest, lingering on my nipples, he watched intent. Not as hot as you I said, you're really sweating. I reached out and felt his chest, my fingers found a nipple and squeezed, he moaned. My hand travelled down to his navel, my eyes ahead, I could see straining and a much bigger mushroom. My hand slipped over his hot sweaty body, reamed the elastic top of his shorts and stopped. I looked into his eyes, he smiled. Don't stop he said, carry on. My fingers pulled the elastic out, my hand slipped in, hot, sweaty and damp. I found he was wearing a tiny thong, just enough to hold his tackle so he didn't injure himself, give some support. My eager fingers found a way in, hot wet hair round his cock, moist. I cupped my hand under his balls and freed his erection form the thong, up like a snake. He hands were by now finding my hardness tempting, his fingers working my foreskin back and forth, stroking my shaft, feeling my balls, eager. Was it the heat I don't know but I was really on fire so receptive to his touch as his hands played with me up the leg of my shorts while I was eagerly trying to find a way to get his beast working and enjoy being pleasured. I managed to get my head down, sucked him in, magic mushroom, nice ridge, mmm, that's a fuck toy I thought, down I went taking him deep in my throat as my nose found his pubes, dank, musky and smelly of hot man, hint of man cosh sweat, nice. He arched pushed deep and shot, fuck he was eager, it pulled out, filled the back of my throat and made me gag, but I quickly got wind, sucked more and relieved him of his cum. his cock still in my mouth as I swished his spunk round enjoying the fresh taste of he cream when, for no reason I to shot, a load in his hand, warm and thick. He flicked my cum off (ah had to tasted my nectar) preceded to toss me till I was dry and nothing else coming out of my cock end. He laughed, pushed my nob back out of sight, wriggled and got his now limp cock back in his shorts, adjusted his thong, singlet on and he stood.
Seen you about a few time he said, always wondered, now I know. I smiled. How about a drink some time, you know, and see what happens.... I found a pen and scrap of paper and he jotted down his number. Ring me, tonight, about 6.
I nodded and he was off.
His ass looked very pert and shiny in his silky shorts, a nice wet patch from the small of his back staining the fabric, his singlet now clinging to his damp body and then, round the bend and he was gone
and at six the telephone was ringing.........

Will was an educated, well spoken 19 year old student from a driven family with parents who expected success from their son. Will's private education had given him a good foundation in dealing with challenging situations, particularly competitive sports. However, he was now faced with managing a very high sex drive and high testosterone levels against a non existent sex life and a cock that put all of his counterparts to shame. His school days had definitely not prepared him for the pressure of being well-endowed.

Will was a confident student but was increasingly conscious of being different to other guys his age. As a 19 year old with an 8 inch soft cock, his physical difference in the rowing club changing rooms was apparent and he had tried different ways of carrying his heavy cock in lycra without attracting stares or even very loud comments.

Will woke up every morning with a 10 inch hard cock. He had stopped sleeping naked as his heavy cock was awkward and uncomfortable. Briefs were good as he could position it downwards but as he slept, and his cock grew, his cock unfolded to form a slab of meat across his thigh. Will had stretched most of his briefs over the years with his throbbing hard cock straining against the fabric.

Before going back to University after an intense family summer where the only sexual release was masturbation sessions, Will stopped over at his brother's studio for a few nights. Will had a good relationship with his brother but personal time and space at his small place was non-existent and thankfully sleeping on a squeaky, old sofa bed was only temporary.

After playing computer games for hours on end, Will set up the sofa bed and got ready to turn in. After a quick shower, he let his 8 inch soft cock hang heavy as he took a long hands-free piss. Will had a habit of using both hands to play on his phone as he pissed and anyone walking in at that point would have been confronted by powerful streams of man piss coming out of a weighty looking "tube".

Will then put on his briefs which he needed to comfortably control his cock during the night. As Will tried to fall asleep, his cock started to throb and he knew he had to unload. As he rolled over onto his back, pushed down his briefs and got ready to use his cock, he heard the front door open. Will's brother had come back and started to mumble some small talk before also turning in.

Despite making every effort just to fall asleep, Will's cock was controlling his mind and began to strain inside his briefs. The throbbing was intense and when lying on his back you could almost see the sheets move as his cock begged to be released. Will was always proud of the duvet tents he could make with his cock as a teenager.

As his brother fell asleep, Will's cock began to fully control him. He gave in and gently turned over onto his stomach. He positioned his meat upwards and very very gently started to hump his bed. Each thrust was almost in slow motion, his huge cock pushing hard into his stomach as he pressed against the sofa. His mind moved into another world and one where Will's thought inhibitions were completely. "I'm fucking my bed while everyone sleeps and I'm gonna unload this fucking thing".

After a good hour or so of gentle humping, his fuck motion momentarily sped up until the sofa bed loudly creaked. He lay motionless and remembered a few years back when his brother heard him jerking off and told him to stop playing with his freak cock. He laid still, his cock pulsating hard underneath him. "I need to fucking cum" he thought and as he restarted the bed fuck, his brother coughed, woke up and walked to the toilet.

He stopped his bed fuck again and pretended to be asleep. In the 2 minutes his brother was away pissing, he turned over and used both hands to jerk his angry cock slab before quickly turning back on his stomach. Will now had pre-cum oozing out in thick strands, his balls were blue and his mind had gone into a high testosterone charged dimension. When a guy needs to cum, nothing else matters or can be focused on.

He listened out for his brother's light snore before restarting his bed fuck. Slow motion thrusts, pulsating balls and cock, a tingling feeling as fresh seed started to flow up Will's huge shaft. Will buried his head into the pillow, thrust his extra large cock against the sofa bed, his orgasm started as he felt his left leg start to shudder while his heavy load exploded between the bed cover and his stomach. He was desperate to scream out as a hot load exploded but he had to control himself. His let his cock spurt 8 times during his intense orgasm and a thick hot load glued his stomach to the sheets. Will's body collapsed against the bed exhausted and in a complete orgasmic mess. His cock continued to throb under him in that post cum euphoric moment. It started to relax to its 8 inch soft state as Will fell into a deep sleep before facing a huge, needy cock again as he woke up the next morning.

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This story will involve men and women. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

"You ever sucked a dick, man?"

Doug froze, his heart in his throat. He had been pretending to sleep, watching his roommate Aaron jerk off in bed across the room. There was just enough moonlight spilling through the window for Doug to see Aaron's silhouetted cock standing up with the white wall behind it as his hand stroked up and down.

Doug could hear the slow friction at first, gradually getting faster and turning moist sounding as Aaron milked precum out of his tip.

That was before Aaron's voice shattered the silence.

Doug closed his eyes and remained still as a corpse, praying Aaron would believe he was asleep.

He could hear Aaron breathing, still stroking, and he couldn't resist opening one eye just a little to get another look. Soon he had both eyes open.

"Bro, I know you're awake," Aaron said. "I can see the whites of your eyes. It's OK."

Doug, not having any idea what to do, stayed silent.

"So, have you?"

"Have I what?" Doug finally answered.

"Sucked a dick?"

"What? Of course not! I'm not gay."

Doug suddenly felt extremely self conscious saying that while he watched his roommate stroke his dick -- continue to stroke his dick even while they talked. The absurdity of the situation almost made him laugh. Almost, but he was also embarrassed. He was a freshman, living with a senior. Aaron was scholarship soccer player -- the starting goalie for the best team in the conference -- and one of the most popular guys on campus.

They'd only met a week ago when Doug moved in. They were getting along well so far, but Doug didn't want Aaron to think he was some kind of creepy, weirdo pervert.

"Dude, I know you're not gay," Aaron said. "Your girl is hot as hell. No way she'd be going with you if you weren't keeping that pussy happy."

Aaron laughed, and that finally broke some of the tension. Doug let his guard down a little and laughed too.

"Am I right?" Aaron asked.

Doug wasn't completely comfortable talking about Jan like this, but he wanted to be accepted and impress Aaron. And Aaron was right. Jan was hot as hell. She was a varsity athlete too, a basketball player. Doug went to high school with her and they'd been dating for a year.

"Dude, you know it. She can barely walk sometimes when I'm done with her. She loves this dick," Doug said with some noticeable pride.

"Nice, bro," Aaron said. "She like sucking dick too?"

"You have no idea! She's a freak. Loves cum," Doug said.

"Fucking hot man. I love girls like that," Aaron said, still stroking. "I would love some head right now. I'm not going to be able to sleep until I get some and jerkin' it just isn't the same. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I get it man," Doug said. "A mouth feels a lot better than a hand."

"Exactly!"

With that, Aaron climbed out of bed and walked toward Doug, his semi-hard cock pointing out of the front of his boxers.

This is my first attempt at a story, so I hope you all enjoy. Any feedback or suggestions for next chapters and plot lines are welcome. First few chapters coming up here, more to follow:

Chapter 1

Josh was utterly bored.

The shift at the bar couldn't be going much slower, and his tip total for the evening until then stood at a measly few bucks. The club was empty, a new DJ in the booth getting in some useful practice, only serving to annoy the entire bar staff. Josh wandered along the length of the bar, trying to look busy but his mind wandering to one of his co-workers, the beautiful Sara.

Her long brown hair fell in waves across her shoulders, occasionally flicked back with a casual toss of her head. Her deep blue eyes could trap any man, and her body was that of a supermodel. Many guys coming to the bar would tip her hugely, just for the chance to peek down her top at her giant breasts, and she knew it. She was smart, confident and utterly dripping in sexual desire, and Josh could never summon the words to talk to her properly.

Josh had always been shy, more of a nerdy type than most. His passion for studying was only outweighed by his love of swimming, and his wealthy family indulged this passion with a custom built pool, in the basement of their house. He spent hours in the pool, enjoying the flow of the water on his skin as he powered along the lanes. He found it helped him focus his mind, sort out his problems and think clearly, preparing for the day ahead. Medals on the swim team followed, as well as academic honors thanks to his hours of meticulous studying. His success on the swim team was short lived, however, thanks to a group of jealous and vindictive parents. His custom made swimming gear was criticized, called into question for supposedly giving him a time boost. No matter how many scientific tests and time trials he put himself up for, he was barred from the high school team.

Josh was used to this kind of treatment though, he knew he was different. From about the age of 12, he had tried to remain in the shadows, hidden from the gaze of others who might see him as a freak. The doctors couldn't explain it, and he knew it was not from his genetics. During his pubescent growth spurt, he had bulked out, grown to be very tall and developed an unnatural gift, hidden away in custom-made boxer shorts. His hormones had driven him wild through his teens, often running from the dinner table to his room without a word to his family. His parents put it down to mood swings and stress from work, and never wondered why they always ran short on tissues.

University was different though, and Josh finally felt at home. He was able to study as much as he wanted, and with the privacy of his own room, satisfy his cravings away from prying eyes. His clothes were all made to order, and by avoiding any tight fitting jeans, his secret was safe. Many girls had asked him out, as his broad chest and warming smile attracted the attention of many of the most beautiful women on campus. Josh avoided dating though, afraid of what people would think when they witnessed his hidden secret.

“Hey Josh? Can you pass me that stack of glasses please?”

The angelic voice of Sara whipped Josh from his daydream, blinking a few times to realize that he was still in the company of the buxom beauty, along with the incompetent DJ. He grabbed the stack nearest him, passing them to Sara's side, where she was busy with a group of horny nerds, all staring at her chest, barely covered by her tight shirt. Sighing, he went back to cleaning the bar, willing the hours to pass. His crotch was throbbing just being in the same room as Sara, and he was in desperate need for release. Concentrating hard, he closed his eyes for a moment and breathed deeply, feeling his body relax as the stiffness hidden in the inside seam of his jeans abated. The end of the shift couldn't come soon enough...

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Hi all! This started as 1D fan fic I'll admit... but I changed it around to be a more stand alone story. It's about exes meeting up after a few years and seeing how they're past and present shape up together. Hope you enjoy! The whole thing is already written and edited, so I'll just wait for some response before posting the next installment. And sorry about the spacing, the site's done something weird to it.

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I stepped outside yawning, staring down the road. He’d texted me a couple of minutes ago that he was on his way, but he was perpetually lying about being on time, so I didn’t rush out. I waited in the wind, and it felt like today was going to be particularly cold. I pulled my hoodie closed, and then a huge black SUV came meandering up the road.


As it reached my walk the driver’s window came down, “would you happen to know where I could find a Mr. Conor?”


I walked down to the street, “hi,” I said back quietly from exhaustion. And from nerves.


“This is quite the place you’ve got here,” he said pulling up his sunglasses.


I looked back at the modular unit of apartments I called home. Essentially, it was a big box of concrete and glass with four apartments inside. I never thought it was terribly pretty, just a 1960s experiment gone wrong really.


“It’s not much to look at,” I said back.


“I mean the locale, you shit,” he said gesturing around. Beyond the apartments we were surrounded by forest and fields wherever you looked. My university prided itself on being deep in the Adirondacks, and this separated set of former faculty housing made it feel even more alone.


“It is a lot of nature,” I said more confidently. I’d always loved the outdoors and being here felt very right, even in the cold. I questioned if he loved it too, “think you can handle it?”


“I can handle anything,” he said surely. “Where do I park this?”


“You mean your tank?” I asked. “What’s with this choice anyway?”


“Well, I told the man at the counter that I was going deep into the woods, and I needed something for the journey. He recommended this, nice eh?” he said looking down the dark, glossy black truck.


“It’s a bit much,” I said. “You can park it right at the end of the road.”


With a wink and a gear shift Harry pulled away from me and swerved his way into a parking spot. I waited on the walk in the cold, the wind still cutting through my hoodie. He went to the trunk and pulled out a duffel bag, swinging it over his shoulder. He had a long black coat on with a large scarf around his neck. The jeans were tight, per usual, and his boots had heels, per usual.


“Come here,” he said giving me a hug as he came in the front door. I smelled his bright scent, a smell I knew anywhere. It was a little bit of his shampoo and detergent but at the heart it was just his personal aura, just what he woke up with. Harry was only made up of natural talent, his odor included.


“Good plane ride?”


“Not really the first class experience as I know it, but very good anyway,” he said with a smile as we headed inside. “It’s worth anything to be here.”


He hung up his coat, and I lead him upstairs to the loft. He threw his duffel in the corner and started to pull off his coat and scarf. Alongside the bed the wall was all glass. From ankle height to ceiling you could look straight out into the forest. The set up was unnerving at first, but now I loved it.


“There are blinds, I swear,” I said gesturing at them up above.


“You wouldn’t need really need any though, right?”


“Well for privacy you-”


“Who’s going to see you out here though? Isn’t that the point?” he insisted. “Just be free and like, alone out here?”


“Yeah, that is the design in mind. And admittedly, I don’t ever close them,” I mentioned. Harry grinned at me a little and shot me a wink. “Lemme show you downstairs.”


Harry took in the view one more time. It mostly looked into the fairy tale woods on the other side of the road. The trees felt close up but much more mysterious than meets the eye. They wanted you to waltz right in and fall into their trap.


“So here’s the kitchen and living room,” I said leading him into the open first floor. The window had a sill at waist height down here, not totally exposed. “The couch folds out, so don’t worry.”


“Yeah, that’s great, so-”


“And the bathroom is through there, and I’ve got towels-”


“Yeah that’s-”


“Do you want anything to-”


“Con,” he said grabbing my wrist as I walked over to the kitchen. It was firm but soft.


“Yeah?” I said looking down at his hand.


He studied me, “what’s up?” He looked somewhere between lost and concerned.


“What do you mean?” I asked.


“You’re giving me a tour of your house like I’m a stranger,” he said.


“Well, you’ve never been here before, so I just wanted to-”


“Con, I’m standing in the middle of fucking nowhere with you right now,” he said excited and loudly. “Did you ever think this was gonna happen? Aren’t you excited?”


I gulped and smiled, “I mean, you said you would eventually.” Deep down I thought eventually meant never, so today was really strange, and I still didn’t know if I was happy or not.


“Well I did!” he said. “So stop fucking treating me like a guest, and lets just hang out.”


I breathed out with certainty and tried to relax; I played with the strings of my hoodie. “I guess I didn’t ever really expect you to show up. It’s a little... surreal?” I said with a smile, a laugh. Our relationship had become so different over the last few years. It could just never be the same as it was face to face every day. You learned to expect different things. You had to.


“I know, I never...” he began, and looked out the window. “You just spend four years going and going and going, never thinking about stopping, and then you get six months free and... here I am. It’s the only place I wanted to be. Here with you, C.”


I tried to really hear what he was saying... and to really believe him. It felt like trying to punch through water, but I found a way to actually listen to him. I hugged him from behind.


And suddenly, the breath of my affection for him rushed back through me. It was so fucking good to have him here, and to smell him, and to know that we were no longer transient conveniences. The expectations were normal. We could be real friends for a few weeks.


“Let’s go out there,” he said turning to me with a wonder in his green eyes.


“Where?” I asked.


He threw his arms to the window. “I wanna see what this is all about,” he implored.


“Do you - there’s a lot of snow out there, are you prepared?” Harry was curious first, prepared second.


“I’ve got plenty of sweaters and socks, yes I’m grand,” he said moving to the stairs. “I’ll get changed, then?”


I saw that eager, pulling look in his eyes. That same look that had pulled me into the broom closet in between periods years ago, hiding from Mr. Williams. It dared you to be a little reckless.


“Yeah, let’s go,” I said following him up the stairs.


Harry pulled clothes out of his duffel, laying them on my bed. There were stylish tank tops and more tight jeans. Nothing too heavy duty. “Here’s a sweater,” he said plopping a tasteful maroon pullover onto the bed. It didn’t seem very warm. “And I’ve got sweats I think.”


As he continued his high fashion preparation I went into my closet and pulled out snow pants, a jacket, and some more layers. “Just go with this.”


Harry looked between his pile and mine, then wrinkled his nose. “Didn’t really think about this, I admit.” He took the clothes and pulled off his jacket.


I already had sweatpants on, so I found another pair of snowpants and slipped them on over. Then I ditched the shitty hoodie for a thermal top, a light sweater, and a jacket. Harry may have glanced over at me while I changed, but I certainly looked at him, and studied his new tattoos.


“Oh and what is this one?” I asked pointing to one on his lower back above his left hip. It was a grid was some shapes over it or something.


“Where?” he said looking over his shoulder.


I poked the grid, and he chuckled. “Oh that was supposed to be a map of where I grew up, but it looks more like... well I don’t know, shit.”


“Not your best,” I agreed.


Harry sighed, knowing that most of them weren’t his best. I briefly studied his sturdy frame, surprised by the weight he’d put on around his shoulders and chest. Harry had been so slight in school, I was surprised he’d grown into something other than a blade of grass.


“What should I wear over this?” he asked pulling down his jeans, struggling to pull them off his ankles. He had a black brief-underwear on with a label along the waistband I’d never heard of.


“I’ve got some long johns,” I answered looking for more in my closet. I found them and he slipped them on, adjusting the pouch of his briefs, pulling it further out as the gray material hugged the curve.


“Grand,” he said reaching for his boots, which would have to do, “let’s go.”

John Cena and LA Knight had just defeated The Bloodline's Jimmy Uso and Solo Sikoa in an epic match. The crowd was on their feet, cheering for the two winners as they stood in the ring, raising their hands in victory.

As the adrenaline of their win began to wear off, LA Knight turned to John Cena and said, 'We need to celebrate this huge win!' John grinned and nodded in agreement.

'Where do you wanna go?' John asked, already picturing heading to their favorite bar for some drinks.

But LA Knight had other plans. 'Why don't we go to my house? I have a huge bottle of whiskey and some cigars we can light up in celebration,' he suggested.

John hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged and agreed. They made their way out of the arena and to LA Knight's house.

As the night went on, they drank, smoked, and talked about their match. John couldn't help but notice that he was feeling a bit stiff in his shoulder from all the wrestling maneuvers they had performed. He rubbed the back of his shoulder, trying to alleviate the pain.

'Are you okay?' LA Knight asked, noticing John's discomfort.

'Yeah, just a little stiff from the match,' John replied.

'Why don't you sit in the chair and let me massage your shoulder? I'm pretty good at it,' LA Knight offered.

John hesitated for a moment, not wanting to impose, but eventually gave in and sat down. LA Knight began massaging his shoulder, and John couldn't help but let out a small moan of relief.

'How does it feel?' LA Knight asked, his hands working out the tension in John's muscles.

'It feels good,' John replied, his eyes closing in pleasure.

As LA Knight continued to massage his shoulder, John felt a sudden sensation of lips on the back of his neck. He turned around in shock and looked at LA Knight, who was now looking back at him with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Without thinking, they both leaned in and their lips met in a hungry kiss. They broke apart, looking at each other in surprise, but then they couldn't resist anymore and their lips found each other again.

LA Knight pushed John back against the wall, their kisses growing more intense and passionate. Soon, they were both frantically stripping off each other's clothes, their desire too strong to ignore any longer.

LA Knight turned John around, pressing his body against the wall as he continued to kiss down his neck and back. John couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he was feeling.

LA Knight slowly worked his way down to John's butt, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. He could feel John biting his lip in pleasure, and he knew he was driving him crazy.

Without warning, LA Knight began to rim John, swirling his saliva around his hole. John couldn't hold back his moans of pleasure as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

LA Knight gave a firm slap to John's ass, causing him to turn around and push him down to his knees. John eagerly shoved his cock inside LA Knight's mouth, thrusting in and out with so much force that LA Knight began to gag and his eyes watered.

But John couldn't stop, he was consumed by desire and couldn't get enough of LA Knight's mouth on him. He continued to fuck LA Knight's throat until he finally reached his climax.

'Let's continue this in the bedroom,' John said, picking LA Knight up and carrying him to the bed, John couldn't resist the temptation any longer and threw La Knight onto the bed, hungrily climbing on top of him.

Their bodies pressed against each other, their lips never parting. John began to trail kisses down La Knight's neck, slowly making his way down to his chest. He playfully bit La Knight's nipples, causing him to let out a moan. John's hand traveled down to La Knight's throbbing cock, stroking it gently.

La Knight arched his back, pushing his hips up in anticipation. John took La Knight's cock into his mouth, expertly deepthroating him while La Knight moaned and shook with pleasure. John's skilled tongue worked wonders, making La Knight squirm and beg for more.

Suddenly, John flipped La Knight over onto his stomach, and without hesitation, he began to finger La Knight's tight hole. He slapped La Knight's ass as he fingered him harder and faster, eliciting even louder moans. Seeing how much pleasure he was giving La Knight, John couldn't help but feel his own cock grow harder.

With a mischievous grin, John leaned down and began to rim La Knight's ass, his tongue expertly flicking and exploring every inch. La Knight couldn't control his moans as John's tongue slid inside of him, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body.

But John wasn't satisfied yet. He sat up, rubbing his cock between La Knight's butt cheeks before shoving it deep inside his ass. La Knight screamed in pleasure as John began to pound him, thrusting in and out with unbridled passion.

John fucked La Knight harder and faster, causing the bed to creak and the headboard to bang against the wall. Both men were lost in the moment, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they reached the peak of pleasure.

Finally, John pulled out and came all over La Knight's back, his hot cum a sign of their intense love-making. But La Knight wasn't done yet. He pushed John down on the bed and reached for a drawer, pulling out a large, black dildo vibrator.

John's eyes widened in surprise as La Knight told him to relax. Without hesitation, he shoved the dildo up John's ass, causing him to scream in pleasure. La Knight began thrusting it in and out, slapping John's ass as he did so. He turned the vibrator on turbo, and John's loud screams echoed throughout the room.

As John's cock grew harder with every thrust, La Knight pulled the dildo out and got behind him. He shoved his own cock inside, thrusting into John's ass with such force that it made the bed shake. John was so lost in pleasure that he couldn't even form words, just moaning and screaming as La Knight fucked him into oblivion.

With one final, powerful thrust, La Knight came inside of John, his load shooting deep inside him. John couldn't hold back any longer and came as well, cum running out of his ass. La Knight licked it all up, and then collapsed onto the bed next to John, both men breathing heavily.

In their post-orgasmic bliss, they hugged and kissed, thanking each other for an incredible night. John couldn't help but thank La Knight for inviting him to his house to celebrate their win, and suggested that they do this again in the future.

With a smile, La Knight agreed, and the two men fell asleep in each other's arms, already looking forward to their next steamy encounter.

Gay here. I am Filipino. Sorry for the grammar.

Yes, I love jerking off to hot homophobic men. I even cum on their pics, shooting my load on their chiseled faces, pecs, nipples, and abs.

I had an experience with a straight somewhat homophobic American guy before.

He was 32 then and works with the US Navy. (Let's call him Chris). He married a Filipina (Let's call her Tess) for a wife. They went to the Philippines for a vacation 6 years ago.

The wife is a distant relative of my mom. She hired my mom as a stay in house helper to do the chores and look after their two kids. My mom then took me with her while she stayed at their place. I was an 18 year old student (5'4) and was kinda out (girly) already.

Chris is a very handsome guy for me. He's white, blonde, very tall (around 6'2) and very muscular but he seems irritated by my presence. He's always making me run errands and the tone of his voice was somewhat irritated and annoyed. I kinda feel that he's not happy with my presence. Maybe it's because there's two additional strangers staying with them.

I always run errands for Chris like buying his liquor, cigars, ice, and always wait for him to finish his drinks so I can clean up afterwards. There are no bars in the province here so he just drinks inside the house. Sometimes, Tess would tell me to not wait for Chris and just go to sleep.

But what Tess doesnt know was that I have a huge crush on Chris and I enjoy serving him. I always like seeing his muscular body with just his tight navy shirt (his big chest and nipples poking), big muscular arms too. And his ass is soooo firm not to mention the bulge on his shorts whenever his wearing shorts.
I was just afraid sometimes that Chris would punch me if he catches me eyeing him. But Chris treats my Mom nicely. He always gives some financial help to her without Tess knowing.

Chris had always been in mind even if I'm in the middle of a class. *sigh*

One day, while Mom was cooking, she asked me to get the dirtly clothes and ready them for laundry. While I was segregating the clothes, I noticed Chris's brief. I went to the bathroom with it and smelled it. The smell was so satisfying! I used the brief to jerk off and shot my cum in Chris's brief.

After that, I always fantasized about Chris every night. Dreaming that I could suck his thick cock and swallow his manly cum. I wished that I could kiss and lick his big biceps and ripped abs. Play, pinch, and suck on his hard nipples.

Sometimes I jerk off while thinking im sitting on his abs while Chris jerks me off. Dreaming that I could shoot my cum on his muscle chest. Sometimes, I jerk off while thinking he is sucking my nipples and make him kneel to jerk me off until I shoot on his muscle chest. I even snatched his navy shirt from the laundry and used it to jerk off. I would rub my dick on the chest area, abs area, and the collar thinking that Chris is under my cock. That would make me shoot, and I shot loads on his navy shirt without him knowing. I would see him then wearing that navy shirt which looks so tight on him. Damn, how jealous I was with Tess. She is so lucky to have a guy like Chris.

Gay here. I am Filipino. Sorry for the grammar.

Yes, I love jerking off to hot homophobic men. I even cum on their pics, shooting my load on their chiseled faces, pecs, nipples, and abs.

I had an experience with a straight somewhat homophobic American guy before.

He was 32 then and works with the US Navy. (Let's call him Chris). He married a Filipina (Let's call her Tess) for a wife. They went to the Philippines for a vacation 6 years ago.

The wife is a distant relative of my mom. She hired my mom as a stay in house helper to do the chores and look after their two kids. My mom then took me with her while she stayed at their place. I was an 18 year old student (5'4) and was kinda out (girly) already.

Chris is a very handsome guy for me. He's white, blonde, very tall (around 6'2) and very muscular but he seems irritated by my presence. He's always making me run errands and the tone of his voice was somewhat irritated and annoyed. I kinda feel that he's not happy with my presence. Maybe it's because there's two additional strangers staying with them.

I always run errands for Chris like buying his liquor, cigars, ice, and always wait for him to finish his drinks so I can clean up afterwards. There are no bars in the province here so he just drinks inside the house. Sometimes, Tess would tell me to not wait for Chris and just go to sleep.

But what Tess doesnt know was that I have a huge crush on Chris and I enjoy serving him. I always like seeing his muscular body with just his tight navy shirt (his big chest and nipples poking), big muscular arms too. And his ass is soooo firm not to mention the bulge on his shorts whenever his wearing shorts.
I was just afraid sometimes that Chris would punch me if he catches me eyeing him. But Chris treats my Mom nicely. He always gives some financial help to her without Tess knowing.

Chris had always been in mind even if I'm in the middle of a class. *sigh*

One day, while Mom was cooking, she asked me to get the dirtly clothes and ready them for laundry. While I was segregating the clothes, I noticed Chris's briefs. I went to the bathroom with it and smelled it. The smell was so satisfying! I used the briefs to jerk off and shot my cum in Chris's briefs.

After that, I always fantasized about Chris every night. Dreaming that I could suck his thick cock and swallow his manly cum. I wished that I could kiss and lick his big biceps and ripped abs. Play, pinch, and suck on his hard nipples.

Sometimes I jerk off while thinking im sitting on his abs while Chris jerks me off. Dreaming that I could shoot my cum on his muscle chest. Sometimes, I jerk off while thinking he is sucking my nipples and make him kneel to jerk me off until I shoot on his muscle chest. I even snatched his navy shirt from the laundry and used it to jerk off. I would rub my dick on the chest area, abs area, and the collar thinking that Chris is under my cock. That would make me shoot, and I shot loads on his navy shirt without him knowing. I would see him then wearing that navy shirt which looks so tight on him. Damn, how jealous I was with Tess. She is so lucky to have a guy like Chris.

One day, my Mom told me that she needed to accompany Tess and the 2 kids to visit her parents in a nearby province. Chris cannot join since he needed to work on some papers with the US Embassy. I needed to stay to look after the house while they are gone. Mom, Tess, and the kids would likely spend the night in her parents' house considering the distance.

Then night time, Chris arrived with some American friends in the navy and they all look good to my eyes too. Chris told me to serve them drinks. I think they started around 7pm and finished around 2am. There were various drinks, whisky (Johnnie Walker), beer, and gin. Chris was so drunk.

Before the guests left, one guy (Archie) helped me carry Chris to his room. He helped me clean up and then left.

After I've cleaned up, I turned off the lights and prepared to sleep. Then, I heard Chris calling from his room. I ran to his room to check on him. He told me he needed to use the bathroom to blow/vomit and he needed help. I removed his socks so he wont slip.

After he vomited, I wiped his mouth with a towel and helped him get to his bed. I noticed he was sweating, maybe due to the humid weather. I moved my lips close to his ear and asked if he wanted me to massage his head to make him feel better. He said go ahead. He asked me if I've secured the house.

I sat beside the bed and put a pillow on my lap. I brought Chris's head on it and started massaging him. I was so nervous and can feel my heart beginning to beat faster. I was so careful in massaging his temple, hair, and forehead. I was kinda enjoying this and was hoping he wont wake up and say that it's enough and I should go. So my massage was very careful and very gentle. Then, I noticed, he seemed already relaxed.

While I was massaging him, I wished that I could at least touch his bulge, even for a bit. Thinking he's very straight and annoyed at gay guy like me. Maybe I could find a way to suck his cock and for him to experience the great feeling of having a gay guy suck his cock and wished he would want this again and again.

Still massaging his head, I moved my lips close to his ear again, and asked "Sir, your shit is sweating, should I remove it?" The smell of his sweat was so addicting!

He said "Okay" - his eyes still closed.

I was so nervous and a bit shaking while I unbutton his shirt. I spread his shirt and opened it just enough to expose his muscle chest and ripped abs. I can see a happy trail on it going down his pants.

While I was massaging his nape, I reached for the bottle of lotion on the desk beside the bed. I put some lotion with my right hand while my left hand still massages Chris's nape. Then, I deliberately dropped some lotion on Chris's pecs and moved my hands to massage his big chest. I made a move and pinched his nipples, feeling it getting hard on my fingers. Chris let out a manly moan. I moved my fingers down a bit and felt his abs, rubbing it while my other hand continues playing with his left nipple.

I moved my lips close to his ear again and whispered "Is this okay, sir?". Then I made a move again and kissed his ear. No resistance or flinching. He just nodded with his eyes closed, agreeing to what I was doing with his muscle chest and ripped abs. At this point, I kinda feel that Chris was getting turned on with what my naughty fingers were doing with his muscle body.

This is meant to be more humorous than sexy, I guess...

I Have been seeing a woman Dermatologist once a year for the past four years. Doctor Barbara is probably in her mid-fifties, about ten-years older than me, with a pleasant, chatty and professional manner.

Every year I would strip down to me underwear and she would go over my body with a magnifying glass looking for suspicious moles and occasionally exciting one for a biopsy.

The problem is I have a very prominent mole on my penis that I have always been to embarrassed to mention.

When I told my wife, Linda, about my appointment with Doctor Barbara, Linda mentioned that I should at least TELL Doctor Barbara about it. I promised I would, AGAIN, and she reminded me again this morning, before leaving for my appointment.

So here I was, sitting in her examination table, shivering in my pouch underwear waiting. She finally walked in with her magnifying glass and personal voice recorder. Her short stature always took me by surprise and her strawberry-blonde Bob was grayer than ever.

I stood up and we shook hands. 'Mister J. Good to see you again!' She said in a cheery voice.

'Same, Doctor Barbara!' I said.

'Here for your annual exam! It's been a year already?!' She said in mock surprise. 'Where does the time go?! Well, let's get started then!'

I stood and we made small talk, mostly about movies we had seen recently.

Finally, she looked up at me from the little stool she was sitting on. 'All done! Nothing suspicious THIS time. Any other concerns this time?'

I cleared my throat, getting up the courage to ask her to examine the mole on my penis.

'Ummm...my wife Linda asked if you could take a look at a mole I have on my privates...'

There. I said it. She looked up at me silently for a moment with a neutral expression.

'If you think a male doctor should look at it...' My voice trailed off.

'You have a mole on your penis and you never told me?!' Doctor Barbara said in an incredulous voice. 'Of course I want to see it! Take your underwear off immediately!'

I breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to pull down my underpants and took them off before turning around to face her with my shaft in my hand.

I would be lying if I told you her gasp didn't give me an immediate ego-boost.

'I could tell you were well-endowed through your underwear, but this is remarkable! Congratulations on winning the genetic lottery, Mister J!' With my cock in my hand, Doctor Barbara looked at the mole with her magnifying glass.

'I considered it a curse until I met my wife, Linda. She calls it my Blessing.' I said with a touch of pride in my voice.

'Blessed you certainly are!' Doctor Barbara said with a good-natured laugh. 'My husband would be SO jealous if he saw this!'

The compliment started my cock thickening in my fist. Alarmed, I wanted/didn't want am erection at this moment!

'Linda said it looks like a baby's arm with an apple in its fist,' I said.

'More like a toddler's arm!' She laughed at her own joke. 'Remarkable!' She said under her breath.

'My wife, Linda, tells everyone the reason she married me was because of what I have below the belt,' I said truthfully.

Doctor Barbara interrupted her examination of my slowly hardening penis to look up at me. 'Did she really? Do you think she was telling you the truth, or do you think she was just teasing?'

'Some of both, I think.' I said. 'I was going to marry a woman called Nancy and we didn't go to bed with each other until we were engaged, but it was a disaster. She cried everytime we made love until she finally called it quits on our engagement. She told everyone I wasn't fit for marriage.' I said.

'Linda was her maid of honor and we started dating soon after Nancy broke off our engagement. It turns out Nancy told Linda about my 'curse' and that made her curious. Linda told me after we were married that she thought Nancy was exaggerating my endowment-'

Doctor Barbara chuckled. 'So you and Linda were more sexually compatible?'

I laughed. 'I think we went through the entire Kama Sutra and Joy of Sex before we even got engaged!'

We laughed together. Doctor Barbara went back to examining my semi with her magnifying glass. 'Pull back your foreskin please, Mr J.'

'Yes, ma'am,' I said, complying.

'You pull it back before urinating, correct?' She looked up at me.

'Every time!' I replied, smiling.

'Good!' Doctor Barbara replied smiling back. 'And I notice your glans is very clean, also.'

'Linda spends alot of time cleaning it every morning in the shower,' I said.

'Good for her! An un circumcised penis can lead to an increase in yeast infections and she probably knows that.' She smiled. 'She sounds like a real gem!'

'She is!' I laughed.

'I don't pretend to be a marriage counselor, and I'm speaking as a mature woman, but we both know how important a satisfactory sex life is to a happy marriage and you know you were extremely lucky to have found and married Linda, correct?'

'Correct!' I smiled. I let go of my swelling cock as she continued to speak. 'I'm, um, sorry about getting erect, Doctor Barbara. It's just because we were talking about my wife...'

'I understand,' she said. 'An erection is just a normal condition of a penis.'

'One thing my wife taught me about my endowment was that I needed to have more of a sense of humor about it, like she does.'

'What do you mean?' Asked Doctor Barbara.

'Well, we go to the YMCA to play co-ed volleyball every week with other adults & I take a shower afterwards. So before we go Linda will get out her watercolors and paint a picture or words on the shaft of my penis like a Donkey head or a horse head or write something like 'HI Boys' on it-'

Doctor Barbara burst out laughing.

'So in the locker room after the volleyball game my teammates would gather around me to see what Linda panted on my penis THIS week and then they would tell the women on the team, and of course some of THEM wanted to see it, so she would take a picture of her weekly masterpiece on her phone and show it in the women's locker room to who ever wanted to see it and everybody has a good laugh and suggests what she should paint on me nexrtWe became known as Mister and Missus Ed!' My laughter caused my erection to bounce and sway.

Doctor Barbara laughed. 'That's hilarious!'

'The embarrassing part comes when I have to wash it off in the shower with everyone looking and sometimes I become, like, semi-hard from the soaping-up and all the attention.' I said.

Doctor Barbara laughed. 'In the group shower, you must realize how different you are from other men, and I don't mean because it bends downward instead of upwards.'

'The first time I realized that was in Navy boot camp.' I said, grinning.

'Be grateful you don't have a micro-penis, like one of my other patients,' said Doctor Barbara.

'Is that what I think it is?' I asked.

She nodded. 'It's like it the size of a toddler's on an adult man. Like it quit growing when he was two or three. I had to examine his, just like I'm examining yours. I looked it up in medical literature because it was so unusual and I wasn't sure it was an actual medical condition. It is. Now I've seen both ends of the spectrum. I should write a paper. Have both of you come in separately so I can take measurements.'

Was she serious?

'He was not a happy man.' She said. 'Good news, Mister J. You can tell your wife the mole on your penis is benign, but if you or her sees a change come in immediately. Otherwise, I'll take another look at it next year. You may get dressed.'

My erection still raging, I got dressed shirt first, hoping it would go limp by the time I had to put on my underwear.

Doctor Barbara looked up from taking notes, looking at my bobbing and swaying erection in a professional manner and said. 'Do you think it's hereditary? Do you take after your father?'

I thought about it and my erection finally started to soften. 'I don't think so. My dad thought it was hilarious it was so long at such a young age. He told my mom I didn't get it from his side of the family. My mom thought something was wrong with me.'

Doctor Barbara laughed. Still nude from the waist-down, Doctor Barbara stood up from her stool and shook my hand. 'I have to go, but I will contact you if I decide to write that paper. Would you mind if I made precise measurements of your genitals? Your wife, Linda, can be in the room.'

I shook my head. Linda would think it was hilarious.

'I didn't think so. It's the other patient with the micro-penis I'm worried about. Well, I must go. I'll be in touch if I can convince the other patient to let me measure his penis!'

And she was out the door, leaving me with my limp dick swinging between my thighs.

Trulybig, I appreciate our communication and as long as you don’t share my name or handle here it’s fine to post my story. I also know you may get some angry feedback on what I am sharing but it’s simply true. Now, you may hear how being “gay” is not a choice, biological, or similar lectures. It can be a choice too in my opinion or perhaps better said certainly life experiences may influence ones sexuality. For me I can state that I feel that is the case for me.

Growing up I don’t recall having any thoughts about cock size or sexual interest in other guys until the age where you start getting exposed to nudity in the school locker room. How can any guy admit not checking out other guys and what their cocks look like whether you are straight or not. I mean it’s right there to see. This is when I discovered I was on the small side. It definitely influenced my confidence and fears of what a girl might think. As a consequence, I was never sexually aggressive in any dating scenario. I did date girls because that was the expectation and did engage once or twice in some make out sessions. But, I never tried to move beyond that stage. It can be debated whether I wasn’t really into women but I feel it was about my sexual fears or not measuring up that had me avoid a lot of dates with women. But, at that time I still wasn’t into guys.

I can tell what experience impacted me and when I think about it now it definitely influenced my sexual direction. When I turned 18 I was on a swimming trip and many of my friends were there. Everything was fine, nothing weird going on. It was time for us all to get out and changed to leave. Me and my friends all got out and went to the changing rooms. They were individual cubicles with solid dividers. I started getting changed. I took of my trunks. By this point I'd been out of the pool for a while and there was a fair bit of shrinkage and as I shared I already am small. So I was standing there naked, I started looking through my bag to get my clothes out. Then, without me realizing, one of my friends stands on the bench in his cubicle and is looking over the divider straight into my cubicle to say something. I'm sort of facing to the side so he can see pretty much everything. All of a sudden I hear him shout "oh my god, it's so small, your dick is so small, and it’s like a little worm!" All my friends are in the cubicles near us and they hear everything. They start asking what's going on and he tells them laughing that he's seen my penis and it's probably the smallest one he's ever seen...

Now I used the description friend in referring to this guy in my class. He was pretty cocky, messed around, he was a skateboarder too as was I. And what made it worse is I had seen his dick before at another swimming even and it was at least 5 inches soft and fat. He definitely was well-hung. He was always messing around and playing jokes on people so I guess that's why he did it with me and perhaps didn’t think about how his comment might make me feel horrible given he probably never worried about his size. Initially I just froze, I wasn't sure what to do and I just stood there naked, not moving. But then I sort of came back to reality and started freaking out, I quickly grabbed my towel and covered myself up. Everyone else, all my friends obviously heard. They were laughing and asking him how small is it? And then on the bus back afterwards now with the girls too the guys kept talking about it and making jokes and asking me stuff. It became a running joke. I remember him laughing and saying maybe you should sit with the girls. I was obviously pretty embarrassed.

Afterwards, I feel like it kind of changed the way guys acted around me, like they all seemed more confident and cocky, like they felt they were better than me. Also, since a lot of the girls I knew on the swim trip heard all the comments and thus found out made me feel that it hurt my chances with girlfriends. It could be debated that I used this as an excuse but at the time I think it was about confidence.

The overall impact this had on me along with already otherwise knowing I had a small cock was inferiority feelings. Well, the truth was in terms of penis size I was inferior to the majority of men. It also made me feel submissive toward other guys especially guys who had big penises. There were occasions where I would see a guy nude who possessed a big cock and would fantasize about being on my knees submissive to them. In fact, I gave up on the idea of being with a woman and become more interested in looking at naked guys.

Since then I have been with several well-endowed guys and know my place is to be a receptacle for their superior equipment. I can’t do anything about my little cock and so instead I enjoy the role of what it is, small, inferior, and I exist to serve the man with a big cock. I will explain how this developed.

I’m not going to spend the time to share all my experiences but will share my first and still one of the best times with a guy. Now as I said at this point I had not even tried to ask a woman out and felt very depressed. As mentioned, I am a skateboard enthusiast too. There was a small group of us that would get together at this college track. Larry, (not the guy who made fun of me) was someone I was also friendly with. I honestly can’t say if he made me aware he was bi or gay because this was something no one would have openly wanted to share at that time. The best I can recall and I think I have it correct in memory, was after some skateboarding Larry and went to a store like a 7-11 to get Gatorade. Behind the counter were magazines including Adult ones. Larry joked as we stood at the counter that he might make a career by posing for Playgirl. The confident and nonchalant way he said it made me wonder why he had said that to me. We walked out and he asked me if I wanted to meet him that night at this local bar. I nodded sure and walked away with a lot of internal anxiety.

Why was I anxious? I knew why but almost was afraid to admit it to myself. I was attracted to him. Me? Attracted to a guy? It was somewhat hard to admit but I also knew that way he had mentioned how he could pose nude with such confidence made me even more wondering what he looked like naked. The rest of the day I tried putting any thoughts out of my mind but I was super excited heading to the bar that evening.

Larry and I got together and it was very casual and I don’t remember much of what we talked about. It was likely school, skate boarding, and general topics. I was not sure but I felt a vibe. Then Larry asked if I wanted to go back to his apartment to smoke some weed. Wow, I was nervous but of course said “great.”

Ever wonder what a slice of life anime about a shy dude trying to live a quiet, normal life while dealing with the biggest cock the world has ever seen while dealing with two very affectionate best friends and his own overactive libido? Well that the premise behind Big Changes. At first Troy was excited when he realized that his dick had gained a few inches. After all what guy doesn’t dream of a little boost downstairs? But the inches don’t stop stacking on. All Troy wants is to suffer through the end of his high school career in silence, but his new measurements have caught the eyes of the schools resident pranksters - twin brothers named Miguel and Inigo. Troy’s convinced there’s no way this can end well, but the twin troublemakers - better known as Mike n Ike around campus - might be just what the doctor ordered to get Troy out of his shell. (as well as his pants.)

I'm slowly working on Volume 2, but in the meantime I'm going to be posting some of the chapters here. If anyone wants to read ahead feel free to check out [Volume One]

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Chapter 1: Big Changes

Troy sighed as he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was not at all looking forward to going back to school. There was no way he could face his friends like this. It wasn’t that he was bad looking. Troy wasn’t a narcissist, but he rather liked the way he looked. He was a bit on the lanky side, but he found bulk to be tacky. His skin was pale white even though he had spent much of his summer vacation at the beach. He was just one of those guys that could never get a tan. His light skin just seemed to accentuate his lean body and lavender colored, wavy hair which he kept swept to one side. His stylish hair coincided nicely with the various piercings he had on his face. The eyebrow that wasn’t buried under his bangs had a small, black ring in it, and the eyebrow piercing along with the two snakebites he had gave him a certain punk look that he rather enjoyed.

What really worried him was that he had grown a bit during the summer, and he wasn’t sure how his friends would react. Sure, it wasn’t unheard of for boys his age to get a growth spurt, but Troy had figured he was pretty much done growing seeing as he had hit puberty years ago. What made his current growths even stranger was that it had happened in the span of a single month.

He had first noticed the changes while on vacation in the sunny tropics with some friends. The effects had started to be noticeable shortly after his eighteenth birthday. It had been mild at first. He had even welcomed it for the first week. What guy didn’t dream of an extra few inches, right? Well the few extra inches turned into an extra foot which turned into an extra two feet. By the time classes were scheduled to start again Troy was stuck with a cock that was as thick as his waist and hung down to his ankles, and the growth wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. Troy had another doctor’s appointment next week to discuss the results of his blood test, but from what he had heard over the phone, they were no closer to finding the cause than they were when they first started testing him. Without a real idea of what was causing it, he could forget about a cure. Troy just hoped they figured it all out before he was more dick than dude.

“Hurry up! You’re going to be late!” Troy’s mother called from downstairs. Troy groaned but began to get his clothes on anyway. He really didn’t want to go, but he knew his parents wouldn’t let him stay home. Besides, it wasn’t like he could hide it forever, could he?

Troy had some special underwear that had been made for him that helped him get around a lot easier. The briefs had a special plus size pouch in the front to accommodate the extra mass he was now packing. The briefs did an amazing job of keeping his junk pulled upwards and inwards, but it did nothing to hide the sheer size of his package. If anything the way the fabric clung to the contours of his enormous schlong and massive balls just seemed to accentuate his size, and it didn’t help matters at all that he was already beginning to outgrow these too. His ever-growing cock and balls were already causing the leg holes to stretch out causing bits of his ball sack to slip through the gaps.

He slid the boxer briefs up over his shapely bubble butt easily enough, but loading the front always took a little work. He started off by hoisting his now beach ball sized nuts – first the left one and then the right one. He could actually feel the jizz sloshing around in his almost painfully pent up nuts. It seemed the bigger they got the faster they produced spunk. It had only been an hour since he had gotten off, but it felt like it had been a week. Troy considered ducking into the restroom and rubbing one out into the tub, but he knew he just didn’t have time for that. His mom sounded testy enough as it was. Troy did not relish the thought of having to explain that he had made them even later to their mutually exclusive destinations because he just couldn’t keep from stroking his meat for a few more hours.

With his balls safely squared away Troy set to work on snaking his three feet of cock down the front of the pouch. Even with the plus size ball pouch it was quite a snug fit. His briefs wrapped so tightly around his junk that every curve and contour of is dick and balls was clearly visible through the fabric. Even the thick, bulging veins on the sides of his shaft were noticeable. The shape of his dick was so clearly defined that it was even possible to tell that he was uncut.

Troy sighed as he noticed that the added weight of his dick and balls pulled the waistband down several inches. The last few inches of his massive cock now stuck out above the top of his briefs. He had just bought these last week, and he had already just about outgrown them.

And then I woke up.

And soon discovered that Liv had followed suit as we lay in each other’s arms after our first fuck….

I was fucked out, drenched in sweat and totally exhausted from working my thick tool to give her pussy (and my cock) maximum pleasure for that first fuck. I was also swimming in a sea of bliss after weeks of wanting to get my dick inside Liv from the minute she’d told me, right after we met, “I need you to keep that dick hard for me.” On this one memorable night, we’d gone from feeling each other up under the table at the tapas place she had taken me to, to having her hold me against the wall in the entry to her apartment as we had our first hot kiss, then undress me, lick and tease my nipples, and for the first time, see and play with the cock that was going to fuck her hard all during that night.

Then, after she had undressed and I had seen her beautiful body for the first time, she had invited me to look closely at her aroused wet pussy with its swollen lips and clit starting to peek out from its hood and think about what it was going to be like having my cock in it, before she beckoned me to her bed and gave my saluting soldier, as she liked to call it, which was straining with excitement and anticipation of being inside that pussy, a thorough going inspection.

Then we fucked at long last.

And after we’d both cum, I found myself so totally spent that, without knowing it was happening, I feel asleep, my arms around Liv with hers around me. When I woke after my short nap and opened my eyes, I found Liv smiling at me. “You fell asleep, soldier boy,” she said. “Were you dreaming?” As she said that, laughing, she nodded down to my thick pole that was erect and ready to go again, still coated with our combined juices from our first fuck.

Half asleep as I was, I blurted out the honest to god truth: “Yeah, I was dreaming about your wet cunt.“

“Thought so,” she said as she reached over and started slowly teasing the slick head of my hard dick. “I thought that might be the reason this soldier boy was saluting when we woke up. I napped, too. I love hearing that you were dreaming about fucking me more.”

Then: “This night’s not over yet. This fellow’s still got some work to do. And I can see that he’s definitely up to it.”

As she said this, Liv lightly traced the veins in my cock shaft up and down with her fingertip, ending the downstrokes by hefting and caressing my balls and her up ones by toying around the tingling tip of my dick with her fingertip. She was fascinated, she told me later, with how veiny and thick my cock is, a cock that looks like it’s done a lot of hard work and exercised well. It’s not particularly long, but is definitely meaty and veiny, with a large head she loved to feel working inside the slick walls of her pussy, and with large low-hanging balls that she really liked feeling slap against her ass or clit as we fucked in different positions.

“I’m really glad I’ve gotten to meet this fellow,” she said as she kept teasing and playing with me. “He’s going to be spending a lot of time with me now.”

Then she climbed on top of me, leaning down to give me a hot kiss with her beautiful hair cascading down on either side of my face, and she began to prepare both of us for our next session by slowly and tantalizingly working her slick slit and swollen lips up and down my excited dick, making sure to give her clit attention as she did that, coating my dick with her nectar to get it ready to fuck her.

I have never met a woman as skilled as Liv was at riding. She loved to fuck that way, her on top facing me as I was either lying down or sitting on a chair. She loved to watch my face, my eyes, to see how I responded as her talented cunt worked on my cock to give itself pleasure while it drove me wild. She loved that I could pull and twist her nipples while she fucked me in this position. When I did that at the right moment when she was reaching a climax as she ground her clit against my dick shaft, it would send her over the edge and she’d come hard, shaking on top of me with her legs clenching mine, her pussy rippling and sucking at my cock in a way that was intensely pleasurable and often brought me near my release, too.

The women I’d fucked in the past never seemed interested in trying more than the missionary position with the lights out. I didn’t get much chance to see them up close as we fucked, and they seemed to accept that fucking was more me doing something to them than they doing something to me.

They hadn’t shown the open, unapologetic pleasure Liv took freely from sex. She wasn’t embarrassed in the least to admit frankly that she loved to fuck, loved to ride a cock because that allowed her to get maximum enjoyment from having a hard dick in her pussy by grinding and worked in just the right way to maximize engagement with her little hard swollen pleasure button.

Liv seemed to feel no need to pretend that she didn’t love giving her pussy as much pleasure as she could. And she also loved knowing that when she did that, she gave the men she fucked the unforgettable ride of their lives, especially when they discovered how she could put that hot, wet cunt to work clenching their cocks, pulling them further inside and milking them until they exploded.

One of her special techniques was to ride on top of my pole as she lifted herself up so my dick head was just inside her pussy opening as she worked it before suddenly swallowing my whole cock down to my balls again, then lifting herself up to work just the tip inside her opening again. As I’ve said before, the vestibule of her pussy was especially sensitive, and she loved the feeling of my big cockhead going into her and teasing the opening repeatedly. When she rode me and felt me swelling and pulsing and getting ready to shoot, she would often suddenly lift herself so that only the head of my cock was inside her, and her pussy would grip and tease the head until I spurted what felt like gallons of cum into her tunnel.

One of my hottest memories of our time together was from a weekend we spent doing nothing but staying naked, fucking when we felt like it and just reading, listening to music, talking at other times. It goes without saying that it was Liz who suggested those weekends at her place. Her rule was that when I arrived, my clothes went in a pile on the floor next to the front door as soon as I stepped inside the door. She was already naked.

Then we’d kiss and, depending on how horny we were, we might fuck right away or we might just go on and do ordinary things. On this weekend, I was sitting in a chair flipping through a magazine, my eyes scanning Liz’s gorgeous tits as much as the pages of the magazine, and Liz was on a sofa across the room, typing on her laptop computer. She was nibbling on a peanut and butter honey sandwich as she did that.

Without saying anything, she got up and walked across to my chair, where I was sitting with my legs spread out, and she knelt between my legs. She had her sandwich in her hand. Looking up at me with a deceptively sweet smile counteracted by the wicked gleam in her eyes, she slowly began to drip honey from the sandwich onto my cock, which was not hard but already interested from my study of her tits across the room, as I thumbed through my magazine.

As the honey began coating my rising dick, she’d take her tongue and lick up and down the shaft and around the head to eat the honey. “I love honey,” she said. “Don’t you?” Then, when she had me nearing peak excitement, she had me lean back in the chair, legs outstretched, and she began riding me in the backwards cowgirl position. I can’t really say what made that afternoon so memorable, so wildly erotic, but it was definitely that—the sunlight flooding the room as we fucked, so that we could both see every centimeter of each other’s bodies; the unexpected and casual way in which she initiated sex with her peanut butter and honey sandwich and a hot blowjob; the way her rosy ass lifted and ground on my straining dick; the access that position gave me to her nipples that she loved to have me twist and pull as we fucked; the way I could reach around and work her clit as she rode me. This was truly one of the hottest fucks of my life, and it seemed to on all afternoon, with neither of us hurrying to end it. When I finally shot inside her, I shot an explosion of cum that seemed to go on forever.

No two ways about it, Liv was just a hot woman, hotter than any I’d ever met before. I learned from her—from fucking her and being fucked by her—that I hadn’t known jack shit about sex before I met her. Not really. Even though I thought of myself as quite a pussy pleaser. Meeting a woman who unapologetically enjoyed sex and showed that pleasure so openly: this completely turned what I had thought about women upside down. And about men’s role in giving women pleasure.

I learned from Liz that women don’t need us guys to give them sexual pleasure. Not in the sense that they can’t find pleasure perfectly well on their own, without us. They’re capable of finding that on their own and they can be unashamed to admit it. They’re not looking for men to do them the favor of fucking them, of sticking their cocks into their pussies and cumming and calling that pleasing a woman. They’re looking for men who enjoy sexual pleasure with them on equal terms, who understand what they mean when they say, as your dick is inside their cunt, “There’s nothing now except your cock and my pussy. Feel that.”

They’re looking for men who can learn to behave like human beings capable of feeling and expressing feeling. And when we men learn to do that, I learned from Liv, we become much better lovers. We learn to give pleasure better, and also to receive it better. And that’s surely what good sex, making love intimately and passionately or hard fucking so both of you can get off, is all about.

Hello everyone! I wanted to come on here and write about something that has been on my mind for a while. I've been working at my current job for almost nine months and there's this guy that I have a crush on. The problem is, I don't like that I have a crush on him (more on that in a minute). He and I work across from one another, facing each other. He is really handsome! He is a bit taller than me (I'm 5'10). He is of slender build. He has a beautiful, full beard. A nice bubble butt. Plus, I've heard from two different people that he has a pretty nice d*ck. He is extremely nerdy and is really smart; however, there are some problems.

For starters, he is DL... like really DL (I'll explain how I know in a bit).

Secondly, he is the B-I-G-G-E-S-T brown noser I've ever met in my life! The relationship dynamic between he and our manager is quite... strange (to put it simply).

Thirdly, he only interacts/talks to me when no one is around (specifically and especially) when our manager isn't around. When she's not around, he (mostly) likes talking to me about video games and gay "stuff". At first, I didn't think much of it, but now that I've noticed it, it happens more frequently than I initially thought.

It got me to thinking... he's possibly using me as leverage to feel comfortable with his sexuality (especially since he doesn't do that with the other openly queer men in the workplace).

I realize that this is going to be very long so pick this back up later on...

Last night’s football practice turned out to be both good and bad. We had a practice match with one of our rival teams, and we won, but I ended up pulling a muscle in my left upper thigh. The pain was somewhat bearable, I managed to get home and somehow got through the night.

Thankfully, I had a connection to David, a massage therapist and friend of my father's. I called his number and inquired about his availability. Upon hearing about my problem, he told me to come to his place asap.

I had never worked with a masseur before, but I was desperate for any sort of help I could get at that point.

When I arrived at his house that afternoon, I hobbled up the steps and rang the doorbell.

David himself opened the door.

"Oh, hey, Liam, come on in." He welcomed me into the house.

David was in his late 40s and still looked pretty good. I had met him a few times before, and every time I did, I got butterflies in my stomach. And even though my leg hurt, I felt the same way back then. He looked hot with his dark brown hair, and working with sportsmen and women always kept him in great shape for his age.

David usually worked at a separate office in the city, but he also saw people at his home. He took me straight to his home workplace.

"Why don't you take a seat and let me take a look?”

I hopped up onto the black-leather massage table as my leg and hip surged with the constant pain.

"So, what hurts exactly?" David said.

"There’s some pain on my upper thigh, just over my butt, that's moving all through my leg. I think I pulled something pretty badly."

"Do you mind taking your pants and shirt off?" David asked as he pulled a chair up next to the table. I easily shed my shirt and pants, leaving only boxer briefs.

Being a football player, my body was like any other young athlete. I wasn't as muscular as some of the professional clients that David saw, but I was in very good shape.

"Now, get up here on the table and lie on your stomach, and we'll try to figure out everything," David said as I groaned a little with each movement.

"Okay, so just let me know when it hurts, okay?" David's hands traced various muscles along my left leg.

"Ugh, right there," I said when he touched a specific spot on my upper thigh, just near my butt.

When David's hands pressed against my glutes, I said the same thing. Even though I was in pain, I couldn't deny how close he was to me at the time. If I hadn't been wearing boxers, he would have been able to see my ass very well. I was curious about what he thought of my butt. I didn't have a bubble butt, but working out every day and playing football had given my butt a nice curve that made many guys look at me with lustful gazes.

"You have two different trigger points that we should probably take care of, or else you'll keep feeling sharp pain and numbness all along this side of your body." David pointed out each spot as he moved his hands from the small of my back to my butt.

"Okay, whatever needs to be done, let's do it," I said as I sighed deeply against the massage table, desperate for any kind of comfort. "I really appreciate you helping me out for free like this, I was pretty desperate."

"Don't worry about it, you're the son of my friend after all. Well, I'll need you to take off your underwear for this. If you want to be covered during the process, I can get you a towel, but it doesn't really matter to me either way. I'll work on your butt and thigh a lot anyway, so which would you rather?"

"Okay then, I won’t need a towel." I said. David turned his back to me and started preparation, giving me enough privacy to pull my boxers off and lay back on the table. Once I was done, I told him to turn around. This was a very vulnerable position, and I felt myself blush a little as he looked at my naked body.

I placed my head on the facerest of the massage table. And then I felt him move around the room for a couple of minutes, grabbing bottles and lotions, before coming to stand next to me.

David applied lotion to his hands, then put them on my back and started to gently knead my muscles to get me to relax. My eyes rolled back into my head with each strong touch from David. My body was tense for a few minutes before I started to relax under his touch.

"We'll have to work your muscles out hard today. Just let me know if anything hurts too much, all right?" David spoke as his hands glided over my back.

"Yes, sir," I said, enjoying each hard grip of his hands.

I sank into the comfort of the table as the first knots of stress in my body started to loosen. But the real work hadn't even started yet.

I let out a loud groan when David finally moved his hands down to my lower back. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain that came from the way his fingers and hands worked together.

It was both the best and the worst thing that could have happened. I could feel my body slowly giving way to this strong man who was working me over. Why hadn't I ever gotten a massage before? This felt fantastic.

When David's hands finally reached my ass, it was a heavenly sensation. He gently cupped my cheek and then added some pressure to relive the knots there.

When he put his hand on my glute muscles and held it there, I let out a body-shaking moan. It was one of the most relaxing things I had ever done. Two strong hands kneaded my buns so tenderly.

The sensation was so good that I felt my dick twitch and start to harden. And the fact that David's massage was making my hips shake made my dick rub against the smooth table. It was like humping my dick against my bed.

I’d never had my ass touched like this. David was massaging my body into submission.

"How do you feel?" David asked as he dribbled some oil at my thigh and ran his hands down and over each globe several times.

"I'm feeling a little bit better. The massage is really helping." I said it through the hole in the table. My hard boner was now pressed between my belly and the table.

"Where does it seem to make the most difference?" David asked.

I brought my hand back and pointed to the big muscles that David was rubbing on my left ass cheek.

"Do you want me to massage you more or less harder, or is the pressure just right?"

"Harder," I said, before realizing how dirty it sounded. But at the same time, there was another part of me that liked saying that word.

"Cool. I'm going to sit on the table to give you a harder rub on that pressure point in your butt." After he said this, I felt him climb up on the massage table and sit back on my thighs. He started rubbing my ass back again. "You have a very nice butt." He said.

"Thanks!" I groaned. I found it strangely exciting that David was actually on top of me. Also, every time my ass was touched, it felt great.

He kept massaging my ass, he would push my cheeks down and slowly spread them out, which might give him a glimpse of my hole.

With each big rub, David's hands opened and closed my cheeks. I involuntarily pushed my ass back at him, hoping to feel his hand brush directly at my buttcrack and ultimately at my asshole.

"How does it feel?" David asked as he slowly moved his hands lower to massage my thigh.

"Good," I said again through the facerest. "My ass still hurts, but you're making it feel much better. I feel like there's some tension in my muscles. Do you think there’s anything that can be done to release this tension?"

He was silent for a while before speaking. "There is a way. Prostate massage." My whole body shivered when I heard him say that, and I knew he felt my body shake too. "I’ll have to push my finger in your butt to massage the prostate. It’s up to you to decide if you want it or not."

"I’ve heard of it. I’m ready to try it as long as it gives me relief." Fuck, what was happening? I had just willingly asked my dad’s friend to finger me. No way. It made my cock twitch again and leak some precum.

As David moved around the room again, I lifted my face off the facerest and quickly looked down at my throbbing dick. There was a wet spot and some precum gathered on the table, and a lot of it was sticking to my belly too.

David turned to face me again, and that’s when I saw it. His dick was tenting the front of his pants visibly, and there was a wet spot in the fabric he was wearing; it was undeniably precum. He must’ve gotten it while giving me a massage and didn’t bother to hide it because he didn’t expect me to look up until the massage was finished. I didn’t say anything and just placed my head back into the table’s hole.

David didn't say a thing and just strode back to the table. "Okay, I want you to take a deep breath in and then take a deep breath out. There was only one thing on my mind: I had turned David on.

I took a deep breath. David poured the lubricant on my ass and spread it around my tight, puckered hole. I was so turned on that when the cool liquid hit the entrance, I let out a small gasp.

"I'm going to push my finger into you now. Just try to relax your sphincter muscle, and you'll be fine. David said as he brought his middle finger down to my hole and slowly started to put it inside.

"Unnngghhh!" I cried out in pleasure.

I had previously fingered myself and been fingered by numerous men. I easily let him push his finger inside my hole. A pleasant feeling of fullness washed over my body when he pushed most of his finger inside my hole. His finger wiggled inside; he found my prostate and rubbed on it to check if he was right. I let out a moan, which assured him that his assessment was right.

I let out a loud moan because I couldn't believe how good this felt. “It looks like you've experienced this before." David said. "You like the feel of my finger in your ass, don't you?"

"Yes, Mmmm, it feels great," I said as my cock grew back to rock hard under my belly.

David started to pull his finger in and out, rubbing each time along the roof of my anal walls and carefully massaging my prostate. I liked the change in style, and then I found myself pushing my ass back ever so slightly in response to David's thrusts.

"You're doing a great job. You're really letting your muscles rest and opening up your ass. I can already tell it's getting better." David said. Fuck! What I needed right now was his cock instead of his finger.

I couldn't believe how good the finger felt, and I let out a small gasp when a second finger slid into my ass.

"Does that still make you feel good?" David asked again. This time, he pushed both of his fingers all the way in and bent them to play with my prostate.

"Oh, yeah! Really, really, really good, mmff." I tried not to moan too much while I talked, but I kept letting out little gasps.

David was giving me a fingerfuck at this point. And I was eagerly pushing my ass back more clearly now. I hoped he got my message and gave me what I needed at the moment. I let my desires get the best of me. I knew he’d be hard at that moment. I used my hand to reach back to him. I touched his hips and then moved my hand more until I ended up grabbing his boner through his pants.

He did not say a word. I knew what I was doing was crazy, but I was too horny to care about what was right or wrong in our relationship. He was attracted to me, and I was attracted to him; we were both hard for each other, and that’s what mattered to me at the moment.

"Please!" I moaned, stroking his cock through his pants. I heard him grunt at that, and then he thrust his cock in my hand, which compelled him to push his finger harder into my hole. He hit my prostate with both of his fingers, and I stroked his cock harder in response.

"I need it! I need to feel your cock in me." I grunted.

He pulled his finger out of my hole, and then I heard the sounds of his clothes falling to the floor. The next moment, he was naked, climbing atop my naked body. His weight pressed into me, some lube dripped on my hole, and then finally his tip pressed against my hole.

His fingers had effectively stretched my hole, and then he used lotion as a lubricant to easily insert his cock into me with a single thrust.

FUCKKKKKKKKK. I moaned loudly as David began to pull his cock in and out of my completely opened ass.

"Good boy, you're doing really well." David said as he thrust all seven inches into me. I couldn't believe how full I felt. I also couldn't believe that I was moaning while my dad's friend fucked me. The moans were just coming out from the painful pleasure being delivered to me.

"Mmmmm, such a tight little ass you have." David thrust deeper.

It felt so good that I pushed my ass back towards his oncoming cock as he fucked me. I loved the way his bare cock felt when he barebacked me on his massage table.

David finally laid down completely on my body, our bodies pressing together as he slowly rammed his cock into my ass. He brought his fingers around the hole and shoved them into my mouth.

"Do you like that cock in your ass?" He asked me.

"Mmmmhmmm," I moaned while desperately sucking on the fingers that were forced into my mouth.

"You like how this cock feels inside your ass?"

"Mmmmhmmm," I said again, still sucking on his digits.

I was pushing my ass back towards my dad's friend's thrusts.

"Yessss, Fuckkkk uggghhhnnn," My whole body was covered in sweat now, and David's swollen ball sack was slapping against the bottom of my ass cheeks.

"Good boy, take that cock and moan like the little slut that you are."

My dick rubbed vigorously against the massage table beneath me. The constant impact of David's dick in my hole and the rubbing of my dick against the massage table pushed me over the edge. I gripped the table tightly as my cum began to spray out of my dick and cover my body and the table.

David sped up and fucked me until finally his cock swelled and he exploded deeply into my ass. I could actually feel the stifling heat, that was his cum, filling me up. David eventually slowed his thrusts down, and I enjoyed each spurt as it painted my inner walls.

"Such a cute little whore." David groaned as his dick finished pulsing inside my ass. When he was finally done, he pulled his cock from my cum-filled hole, which remained completely open and gaping at the cool air.

Both of us breathed deeply. After that, he gave me another prostate massage with his dick, filling my hole up again, and then asked me to visit him for more weekly massages like this.

Chapter 1: Discovery and Giving in to Your Deepest Desires and Needs

The first day of anything is always a mixture of unchecked excitement, nervous anticipation, a smattering of fear, and with a dash of sheer horror. That delightfully odd mix of emotions, the one that gives you butterflies while making you want to throw up, makes you want to simultaneously pray for the whole thing to be canceled and for it to start as soon as possible just to have certainty. As a young adult, you begin to learn that you can feel multiple things at the same time and that you are not crazy. As you get older, it affects you less. No matter how old I get, I still feel Iike a hormonally imbalanced teenager on the first day of anything.

The first day of rowing camp for adults is a lot like rowing camp for the younger folks in high school and college. People getting together meeting each other for the first time, old friends reuniting, comparing recent racing experiences, and sharing in the small talk and personal revelations that help spark new friendships and sometimes more. The main difference is the sense of comfort that comes with a bit of age and life experience. You aren’t as worried about what your revelations might mean for your social status or much else for that matter. Most of us are also much more adept at filtering out the noise in group dynamics, sizing up the crowd, and zeroing in on certain people that might be potential friends.

This camp started exactly as expected. Say hi to old friends, shake hands with new people, and scope the crowd for the interesting ones. The first few minutes of the first day were uneventful and it seemed there might not be anything “interesting” in the crowd. That might have been disappointing but the scene changed soon thereafter. After dropping my bag and sorting a bit, I looked up to see a very interesting, tall lad who had just joined the crowd. He was standing nearly alone on the edge of the group. He was pretty much ready to go - hat, uni with the top rolled down to the waist, water bottle, socks for the boat. He looked serious, but not too terribly full of himself. He was stretching a bit and saying hello to various people who came by, but not engaging deeply. There was nothing particularly outstanding about him, but I caught myself watching him for what seemed like an eternity. Then I realized I was actually staring a bit and snapped myself back to reality. So after a potentially disappointing start, I found someone interesting in the crowd.

Getting to know someone isn’t really that hard because that comes after the potentially awkward first hello and introduction. Can you be smooth or do you go all chatty or utterly hystThomasal? Assuming the other party engages and doesn’t think you are crazy, you can quickly make small talk and explore. Standing outside the boathouse, my interesting person seemed like 100 miles away. I started my way toward him to say hello. I was experiencing the dash of horror which I do in most introductions. I came up beside him at the edge of the group and just stuck out my hand, “Hi. I’m James. Looks like a hot, humid day for a row.” He reached out, put his hand in mine and said, “I’m Thomas. It’s going to brutal out there.” Then there was a moment of silence as I combined and processed the sensory inputs. He is a half a head taller than me with a trim build and tatoos on both arms. For a rower, he had soft hands and they sort of swallowed mine. His voice was deep and confident yet gentle. Dark green eyes and a kind, young handsome face greeted me. As we exchanged these first few words, he took off his hat to seemingly show off his floppy black hair which was wet from sweating. That was a stunning moment, but there was no pretense, nothing made up, no gimmicks, just a simple warm hello. The whole experience left me completely disarmed and momentarily speechless. This was going to be an excellent weekend and best of all I was past hello.

As we sorted ourselves out, it turned out he was in my boat for the day and I secretly hoped for the weekend. Not only were we in the same boat, but he would be behind me. Rowing is a fairly intimate sport where your teammates are mere inches away from you while in the boat. As we got the boat down, we chatted a bit more, but I kept it fairly quiet. Out on the water, I was quiet for a while and then started cracking jokes here and there that he laughed at and reciprocated with his own. We got on well the whole day. As the day went on, I checked in on him to be sure he was okay in the heat and humidity.

After practice, we all parted ways for our hotels. Dinner would be later that evening, but everyone needed to freshen up and cool down. I could not wait to see him at dinner. I arrived early and met up with friends to toast to a good opening day. A short while later, Thomas arrived all cleaned up, floppy black hair and all. He wore black jeans and a well fitted black shirt. He probably could pull off any outfit, but this worked so well with his personality and laid back demeanor. We got to know each other quickly and talked about our jobs and our families. All the while, his leg kept touching mine under the table. Our discussions were inclusive of others at the table, but when our eyes met there might as well have only been two of us.

We finished dinner and the group was splitting up. As we walked out, he held the door open for me and we started walking towards our cars. I stopped and said goodnight, just as friends would, but we lingered a bit longer. The silence was clearly two people subtly thinking about what was, what might be, and what could happen next. Before I said a word he stepped a half a step closer to me, “do you want to grab another beer?”

“Sure, but we have to get up early,” I jokingly reminded him. “Let’s just grab one at the hotel.”

He smiled subtly and took in a deep breath and stretched a bit extending his long arms skyward, “you’re right. We should call it a night. Long day tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Understood.” I typically don’t press in these situations and just accepted that was probably best albeit disappointing. I don’t think I was hiding my disppointment either. He began to laugh. “I’m kidding. Let’s go. See you in the hotel bar in 10?”

I was so relieved and realized I’d given myself up. He had tested me and seen right through me. I now had no room to maneuver. It was a moment of relief followed by the dash of horror.

Back at the hotel, I went right to the bar. Thomas wasn’t there yet. Turns out he got back a bit faster as I cannot work the navigation on my phone. He walked into the bar having changed into shorts. I had to catch my breathe on seeing him.

“It’s still too warm outside and just need to be comfortable.” He smiled and joined me at the bar. Now we were just two guys sitting at the bar side by side and there were few others around. I bought us a round and we picked up our conversations from dinner though this time Thomas was sitting right next to me. I could feel his presence and something about him smelled so incredibly amazing. We worked through our first round and he bought a second. We had the best time chatting and covered a broad range of topics from rowing to work to music to our life experiences. Before we knew it, 2 hours had flown by. We both knew we had to get to bed or tomorrow would be rough.

“I’m headed up. This was the perfect evening. Thank you, brother,” I said putting my hand on his shoulder. I was trying to wrest some element of control back and sustain some shred of mystery. It wouldn’t last, of course.

“Ya know I had no idea what to expect.” Thomas looked at me and gave me that subtle smile which I was quickly learning was more of a sly grin.

I laughed a bit. “About what? The camp? The beer?”

“About you.” He said on quick reply and with a degree of seriousness as if he had just completed an assessment and I was going to be debriefed.

“Uh oh.” Again, I lost my leverage and was quickly read like a book with very large print. I was worried right off and my face was providing absolutely clarity on how I was on the verge of being potentially crushed.

“I saw you when I got to the boathouse and figured there’d be no way we’d connect. You looked so serious and honestly I wasn’t sure if you were friendly or not. I obviously know that’s not true now, but I have to say you are intimidating as hell. I saw you looking at me and figured there might be hope.” The assessment was delivered. I’ve heard this before and it always pains me when people pick me up this way.

“Oh wow. Yes. I’ve heard that before. Umm…thank you?” I laughed somewhat nervously. “No really thank you for not giving up. I try to smile and…wait…you saw me looking at you and thought there might be hope?”

“Yeah. I figured you’d noticed me so that must be some kind of sign but didn’t know until you came over and said hi that it’d be friendly.” He played back his perspective of my staring at him. I felt slightly odd and vaguely creepy at this point.

“Noticed? Well, yes. You are kind of hard to miss.” I gave up more than I wanted to there, but it felt good to get it off my chest. Now I had to see what he said in return. These tortures moments drive me nuts but they are fun in a way.

“Oh?” He looked at me with the sly smile again. “What do you like?”

“Who said I liked anything?” I desperately tried to reclaim control of the narrative.

“Come on! Too late.” He said laughinglg and moved closer to me. I could feel his presence as he got closer - warmth, confidence, and intensity. It was intoxicating. “You asked what I put on my tattoos to keep them from fading and then talked about how you thought they were cool. Remember that?”

“Oh. Yes. Well…I did say that didn’t I?” I said sheepishly.

“You did!” He declared. “And then I took off my hat…”. He kept going and I cut him off. “Okay! Stop. Stop. You win. You’re reading me like a silly book.” I sighed as a laughed and let my guard go.

He reached over and put his hand on mine. It was warm and reassuring. “Shouldn’t we get to bed,” he asked?

“Yes. We need sleep.” I said with resolution.

“What room are you in,” he asked?

I giggled a little. His hand still on mine, I asked him, “you have a room you big goof. Besides I just have a king in mine.”

“You are really dense.” He looked at me as if I had two heads.

“Why do you say that?”

“I am at another hotel.” He confirmed what I thought was the case since I had not seen him at this hotel.

“Well you shouldn’t drink and drive. I feel obligated to let you stay in my room…on the couch.” I smiled and started to get up.

“Big spoon or little?” He doesn’t waste time asking me how we’ll eventually be cuddling in the bed.

“Depends on the day, but right now I would say little.” I just smiled and kept walking. He picked up the pace behind me.

“Really!?!” We both arrived at the elevator and mercifully it was already there with the doors open.

“Yeah ya big goof. Problem with with?” We got it in the elevator and Thomas was standing very close to me. At this point he was in control or at least I wanted him to be. Before I knew it had maneuvered his ways behind me and put his arms around me pulling me in close to his body. He was so warm and I could feel his check and hips pressing into me. I felt so comfortable, safe, and completely disarmed. I could have stayed here for an eternity.

“How about this? Is this okay? Do you like how this feels little spoon?” He asked quietly in my ear with his warm breath moving softly over my ear. He was owning me.

“Perfect.” I sighed now giving in to his embrace fully. That was all I could say.

We got to the room and walked in. Before I could even get the lights on, he was taking off his shirt. I looked at him and his body and the obvious bulge now showing in between his long strong legs. I paused for a moment as I took the sight of him in. I trembled a bit but regained a bit of confidence.

“Ya know, Thomas, we’ve gotta sleep or we’ll get kicked out of the boat tomorrow.” I was partially protesting and partially worried we were going too far after just meeting. Also I desperately wanted this.

“Come on little spoon.” He used the words in a way that convey a sense of command and ownership. I liked it. It turned me on. I wanted him close to me. It exposed my vulnerability and I was okay with it. He continued, “I think we’re both big boys. We can handle ourselves.” He was right about being big and the comment made me quiver in anticipation though I wasn’t sure how or if I could the challenge of his size.

As he continued to strip down, he left little to the imagination. To say he was hung is an understatement and I am not even sure he was fully erect. He just smiled as he performed a mini striptease for his private audience of one. My mouth just went dry and my own loins were stirring. He walked over to me and began to take my clothes off. He was gentle and slow enjoying each small revelation of my body. Eventually we stood chest to chest only in our underwear. Next our lips came to meet and we settled into a deep passionate kiss, tongue intertwined. He stopped and asked, “are you okay?” I was trembling in his presence.

“Yeah”. I said softly and not really having much more to offer. I was in a trance, completely under his spell. His next words would take me away with no hope of getting back to being in control. It is what he wanted and what he needed and so did I. I needed him. The emotion was raw and essential. The resulting act would be the first and not the last.

“From the minute you said, hi, I wanted to be inside you.” He said in a low, soft voice. “Your eyes are so beautiful.” He pulled me back in by the waist and grabbed my ass with his large hands. “This has been calling my name all day.” His confidence and the clarity of his desire was intoxicating. My inhibitions were gone, but we needed to stretch this out a bit. Hell, I needed to stretch to prepare for him. Not sure I could execute.

“As I watch you arrive today, my heart skipped a beat. Now, who says I am a bottom?” I quickly moved to humor. This was my last attempt to disarm him.

“Oh I don’t know. I think that ass tells me everything I need to know about what you like and your reaction to me in my underwear is another big clue. Tell me I am wrong. Better yet, tell me what you want.” This was so assertive and confident. It didn’t quite fit the gentle personality from a few hours ago, but it was sexy as hell. I wanted him to keep up that sexual pressure. My whole body was feeling the anticipation and eventual release that at this point only he could provide. It was sheer, sweet torture.

“I am more than a nice piece of ass.” I scolded him playfully and kept up the act.

“Oh I have no doubt. Now tell me what you want!” He allowed my sass and countered with assertiveness. He pulled me back in and turned me around so his body was pressed against mine and his bulge was nestled up against my butt. He pulled down his underwear and pulled mine down exposing my bare ass. He wanted me to feel his throbbing, drooling manhood and clarify his intentions.

I had nothing left to keep me from falling under his spell. I tried. I needed to maintain my confidence and my own sense of masculinity, but it no longer seemed to matter. Thomas and I were connecting in a way that was so deep that those notions didn’t mattered. It was now about what I needed from this sexual God. “I love to be filled…deeply.” I couldn’t resist any longer and I felt myself submitting at the deepest emotional level.

“Uh huh. Filled with what?” He was pressing hard against me and wanting me more and more. I could tell he was preparing to breed me.

“With that…”. I could feel him pulling my pants and underwear down. His boxer briefs had a huge wet spot on the front.

“What is that?”

“That monster straining to get out. It needs release. All that cum built up.”

“Yeah? Where do you want that?”

“In me…deep.”

“So you want this stud rower to breed you?” He said with some excitement.

“More than I can describe.”

“Does that mean I own this amazing ass after I fill it with my baby batter?” He was now clearly in control and was going to get what we both wanted. At that point his 9” cock was pissing precum all over my ass and it was dripping down between my cheeks. He kept going, “I wondered if you were into breeding. With an ass like that and those legs…mmmm…it’s 100% what I live for. I love filling my stud up and as often as he wants. I cum in buckets.” The precum was now dripping down the back of my legs. “Do you want me to breed you now or do you want to wait?”

“I don’t think I can wait.” I was breathing deeply as his hands were all over my chest.

“Good because I have been saving up and I don’t think I can wait a minute longer to fill you, but I want you to feel all 9 inches of me. Can you take it? Can I go all the way? I need to deliver this deeply inside you.”

The next moments of our deep connection were truly electric and every part of my body was feeling the intensity of his drive and commitment to filling me. He would plow into me and ask how it felt delighting in my pleasure and thereby ensuring his own. 9 inches of manhood provide ample length to reach the innermost ring of a male partner creating pleasure that only comes in these rare instances of penetrations. He knew where he was going and that to own me, he needed to delve deep. I could feel his sexual heat and as he pressed into me I could feel the deep exploration. He knew his seed must be planted deep to not ooze out. It is exactly what I needed from a mate. Most men never get to feel this. He wasn’t just trying to have an orgasm, he was on a mission - one focused on our mutual pleasure and releasing his seed deep inside of me. It wasn’t simply a kink. It was a connection we were developing in a raw and animalistic way. We were creating what would become a lasting connection that neither of us could resist.

As we rocked deeply back and forth and as his hips pushed his warm manly length into me over and over his precum kept me moist and fluid. He was a man and meant for man breeding. He was intent. He kept telling me how much he wanted me to have his seed. He wanted me to feel it filling me and for it to stay inside. He said he’d never wanted this more and declared that I’d never need anything more. I asked if he’d let me drink his cum at some point. He said he wanted to be sure I felt filled in every way. I looked forward to milking him as he straddled my faced. That drove him over the edge and he started pressing even harder into me which I welcomed. I was his bitch at this point. Panting and begging for his seed to fill me. I could feel his cock grow longer if that was possible. His chest began heaving and he started to sweat. He was getting close to breeding me. He asked if I was ready. “Do you want this huge load inside you? Are you ready to be mine forever because this is going so deep?” I just pressed my hips toward his and asked him, “please make me yours forever and breed me!” At the same time, I lost all control and started spraying cum all over the place as if I hadn’t cummed in weeks and I felt him commit copious loads to me insides wave after wave. It must have been a half dozen pressure waves and I felt each surge of his seed cumming from his 9 inch cock and becoming part of me deeply beyond the inner most ring. It wa a level of satisfaction rarely felt.

NOTE: all the characters are 18+. Any direct references to unsafe topics are avoided as best as I can.

It isn't easy finding out that there's no Santa, especially for me. Being a late bloomer I'd always ask for the same thing, and get nothing. Everyone else would bloom, either early, on time or late (yet still early as fuck compared to me).

I'd still grow and bloom but it seemed like by age 18, I was at my peak. By 18, the second-shortest guy in my grade was 5'7" compared to my 5'4". The second-skinniest guy, Grady, was very lean with hard, dense muscles, not unlike an IRL Spider-Man. He also had the largest cock in school, at a brag-worthy 10 by 6. And to add insult to injury, the second smallest cock belonged to the second-youngest guy, my best friend Nate who was three weeks my senior, was an average six and a half hard. My hard cock was smaller than his soft one!

My parents would be out of town visiting my grandfather, and since his homophobic ass forbade me from entering his home I stayed behind. So I'd have the house all to myself for the next two weeks. Just watch TV, play video games, jerk off and not much else.

But on Christmas Eve, as the clock struck midnight...

CLANG!

A loud noise rang out from downstairs. Even with my headset on I knew something sketchy AF was going on downstairs. I grabbed my old baseball bat from when I tried out for the baseball team back in middle school and crept downstairs. And by our well-decorated Christmas tree was a tall, handsome man, probably about late 40s to early 50s with kind blue eyes, salt-and-pepper hair with a matching beard and a formidably muscular physique that not even a dark red travelling cloak could hide well. And that's even if it wasn't opened to show impressive pectoral cleavage and a hairy but not too furry chest. Imagine Chris Evans' shirtless scene in the first Captain America movie if he didn't shave his chest and had the same black-and-grey hair color as Robert Downey Jr.

"Hello, Walter," the stranger said in a deep, kind voice. "How do you know my name? And how the fuck did you get into my house," I angrily squeaked, trying to sound intimidating but coming off less so and more Theodore from the old Alvin and the Chipmunks cartoons from the '80s. Well, if Theodore looked like someone photoshopped the face of Thomas Barbusca from The Mick onto a body that made Timothée Chalamet look as jacked as The Rock. But the stranger gently walked up to me.

WHSSH!

The bat swung as hard as my arms could swing towards the stranger's handsome face, which looked like [CENSORED NAME ALERT! This name is blacklisted on lpsg. Please respect this. Any attempt around this will result in a ban. If you see this please report it so we can delete the comment. Thank you.] with Bruce Campbell's chin that was prominent even under the manly lumberjack beard. But with little effort he grabbed it midair, which was just as well. He was close to seven feet tall and at most I'd brush the tip of the bat against his beard. "Isn't this the same bat I got you nine years ago? You really don't know who I am, do you?" He let go of the bat, which dropped to the floor as my arms went limp.

"Yes, Walter. There really IS a Santa Claus. And he's not a plump, jolly old elf. I mean, do you think I'd be able to do what I do if I didn't have a body like..."

He then undid his belt, letting his cloak and pants hit the floor. Just being as tall as he was was imposing enough, but he had more muscles than Arnold Schwarzenegger did in The Terminator. He had a hairy chest, but wasn't bear-like, which helped to not hide his amazingly tight abs. Literally cum gutters segmenting what damn near looked like a twelve-pack. Tree trunk thighs and thunderous calves. I almost didn't notice his crotch. He was wearing what looked like leather briefs that between his large, muscular ass and formidable cock looked like it was about to bust at the seams.

"...this? I know you think I ignored your wishes and doused your belief in me. The truth is I couldn't give you what you wanted then. Your body was still growing. I had to wait until you were of age. But now, what you've been asking for since your friends started to hit puberty before you is almost yours." I stood dumbstruck. Was this really happening? Was he really Santa? Was Santa Claus real? And was he really a seven-foot tall bodybuilder that made so-called alpha males look weak and timid as... well, me? The same me who though he embodied all my most wild desires? "Yes, Walter. I'm finally going to give you all the masculinity you've ever wanted."

Jason was a good friend of ours. By "ours," I mean myself and my boyfriend Carter, whom I had been dating for over two years. We had started living together after six months of being together. Jason often visited us every weekend to have drinks or dinner with us, particularly because he has been Carter's best friend since they were in high school.

I never had any indication that he might be interested in sleeping with a man; he was as straight as they come and even had a girlfriend, but my gaydar was wrong because one night the relationship between the three of us changed forever.

It was just another Saturday night. We were drinking beer as we watched some movies. Jason was also here with us. I was resting on the couch next to Carter, while Jason was sitting a few feet away from us. He's around 6 feet tall, has dirty blonde hair, and a good physique due to being an active gym goer.

Jason had been in a relationship with a girl named May for a few years. However, they had broken up a few months ago.

During the evening, we got on the subject of his dating life. Jason said he hasn't seen anyone or even hooked up since he broke up with May. “I’m having a bit of a dry spell at the moment."

Carter chuckled and joked with him about how he wasn't getting laid.

“Haha, laugh all you want, buddy. But I have porn and my fleshlight. I can manage.” He laughed back.

.

The drinks were flowing, and we were tipsy at that point.

Carter joked with him again and said, "Poor Jason, If you can’t find a girl, maybe you should try fucking a guy. I’m sure plenty of guys will want to hook up with you."

“He’s not wrong.” I playfully winked at Jason.

“Come on, man. You know, I’m not into guys. Plus, I don’t think fucking a guy wouldn’t feel as good as fucking a girl."

Carter smirked at me and then looked back at Jason. “To be honest, you don’t know what you’re missing.” Carter's hand suddenly landed on my hip, and then he pushed me onto my side and then grabbed my ass cheek.

I gasped in surprise as he groped my ass in front of his friend. I looked down and noticed that his shorts were now tenting up, he was getting turned on by this whole thing. "And no one can give better blowjobs than a guy.” He smiled at Jason and then looked down at me.

Jason seemed to be under the influence of his desires and beer too, but he argued again. “I’m not sure, man. My ex used to suck my cock so good, it felt like nobody could give me as good a blowjob as her. I can bet on it."

“Oh, I see. If you really think you’re right, then why don’t you try it? I’d love to see you lose.” Carter said. “Hey, Liam. Why don’t you show him the magic of your mouth and ass? But first, get his cock hard.”

“I’m going to win this one.” Jason said to Carter and then turned to me. “Let’s see if you can really live up to your boyfriend’s words.”

“I think all three of us are going to enjoy this very much.” I smirked and approached him. He looked at me intently as I turned my back to him and then gently lowered my ass onto his lap. To my surprise, he was slightly hard, but not as hard as Carter yet. I swayed my hips from side to side on his lap, letting my boxers clad ass smother his cock.

I took a look at my boyfriend and noticed that he liked the sight. He was loving it almost as much as I was. I couldn't believe it. “Yeah, just like that. Make that cock throb.” Carter cheered.

Thanks to a little bit of alcohol and a little bit of encouragement, I started unleashing my inner slut. I grabbed the waistband of my boxers and slowly pulled them off. I heard Jason gasp as he saw my bare cheeks revealing before his eyes.

I lowered my boxers to my ankles, kicked them aside, and then pulled my t-shirt off too. Once I was naked, I sat back on his lap, and this time I felt his cock throb, it was getting harder and bigger now. I grinded my bare buns back and forth, and eventually, his hand settled on my hips, and I felt him grinding his cock back against my movements.

“I don’t know what’s happening. I never thought I’d get hard from getting a lap dance from a guy.” Jason said.

I hopped off his lap. “You have no idea what's possible.” I winked at him. “Now, get up.”

He quickly got up, and that’s when I pulled his sweatpants down along with his undies to reveal his hard rock erection throbbing inches away from my face. “You have such a nice cock.” I placed my hands on his hips and leaned in to rub my cheek against them. A tremor ran through his body when I did that.

His cock was uncut, on the bigger side. He was bigger than Jason, slightly curved, and looked perfect for hitting the prostate. I curled my hand around the shaft and pulled the foreskin down to reveal the tasty-looking tip. And to surprise him even more, I quickly opened my mouth and swiped my tongue against his frenulum. His hips jerked again.

"Looks like I got myself a bigger cock now, Carter; it was nice knowing you." I said to Carter with a smile.

"Fuck you." He replied with a grin. He knew that I was just joking.

I spit on Jason’s cock as I worked his shaft. I looked up into his eyes and then quickly swallowed the upper half of his cock in one swallow. I used the suction of my lips to suck him in deeper. “Fuck!” he moaned, his hips thrusting forward, pushing more of his length inside me. I pulled him out and then sucked him again.

My mouth made a loud slurping sound when I sucked him in.

Slurp! Followed by the sound of Jason’s moan and my own groan.

Slurp! Moan! Groan!

Slurp! Moan! Groan!

I finally pulled him out and turned to Carter. "Getting jealous yet?"

"A little." He responded. He had pulled his cock out and openly stroked it while sitting on the couch. Fuck, his cock was looking tasty too. I wanted to pleasure them both at the same time, but my main priority at the moment was to give Jason the most mind-blowing blowjob of his life.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you eventually; I just need a few more minutes with your buddy.”

I sucked Jason for a few more minutes, but he wasn’t cumming so easily. “Are you enjoying it?” Carter asked him.

“You know what? It’s actually good.” He said. “But I’m still not convinced that fucking a guy can be hotter than fucking a girl.”

"I see." Said Carter as he got up, gave me a wink, and proceeded to the bathroom, with his cock still bulging the front of his pants.

I followed him into the bathroom and closed the door behind us.

I quickly latched my hand onto the erection bulging in his pants.

"I think we're both enjoying this way too much." He said.

"You think, babe?" I sarcastically responded.

"So, are you going to fuck him?" He asked.

"Can I?"

"Take him to the bedroom." He told me. "I'll be up in a little bit."

I left the bathroom and entered the living room, where Jason was sitting alone, playing with himself.

"C'mon, Jason." I said as I grabbed his hand and led him to our bedroom.

I pushed him onto the bed and then went back to worshiping his cock. “Won’t you like to know how my ass feels around your cock?” I teased him, licking some pre-cum off his tip.

“I’d like to, but I don’t think I’d enjoy it as much as fucking a pussy.” He said and then started getting his shirt off.

“We’ll see.” I pulled away and tossed him a bottle of lube. He lubed up his cock and tossed it back to me, and then I lubed up my hole. He stayed lying back while I decided to be on top. He held his cock straight and watched with interest as I started lowering my ass onto his thick dick.

His cock slowly pushed against my hole. I relaxed my sphincter and let him slide slowly into my slick opening. I took my time, and once the tip was in, I squeezed him with my practiced muscles. He wasn’t expecting this. He thrust up with a moan and pumped his cock into me. I did it again, clenching my ass around his shaft. He throbbed in me as he thrust his hips up and pumped more of his length in.

Once he was deeply settled into my ass, I started lifting myself up and down. I was facing the other side, so he was getting a good view of my ass bouncing on his lap. I made sure to make it as sexy for him as possible. I pushed him deep inside me and then grinded myself onto his lap, letting the cock just throb in my ass for a second, letting it milk by muscles with the heat of my ass.

That’s when Carter entered the room, fully naked now, pumping his cock. He climbed onto the bed and proceeded to stand before me. On one end, I had my ass bouncing on his friend’s cock, while on the other end, he started pushing his cock into my mouth.

After being in this position for a couple of minutes, we decided to change it up a bit. I dropped to all my fours, Jason knelt behind me and pushed his cock back in my ass to fuck me in doggy, and Carter’s cock returned to my mouth again. It was such a nice fuck, getting filled with cocks on both ends.

"Fuck that ass, Jason!” "You own that ass!" Carter moaned out to his friend.

I clamped my ass tight around Jason’s cock in a nice grip and didn’t let him pull out that easily. That made him throb, and he smacked my ass. I moaned and did it again; it made him hornier. “This is unbelievable." Jason moaned.

“See, what did I say?" Carter spat back, and both of them laughed as they filled my holes from both ends. My eyes lit up. And I pushed my ass back harder against Jason’s thrust.

His hips smacked against my cheeks to make that pounding flesh on flesh sound.

Smack!!!

Smack!!!

Smack!!!

"Oh, your ass feels so good." Jason moaned.

I couldn’t reply back because of Carter's cock in my mouth. I sucked my boyfriend with so much desire and surrendered my asshole to Jason, who was loving it very much now. I was happy that we were able to prove him wrong. But the sexier thing about this thing was that we had seduced a straight guy into having a threesome with us.

Harder. Faster. Deeper. More. With every stroke, Jason picked up his pace, fucking me with an unyielding intensity.

God, he was long and thick, thicker than I’m used to, adding that stretching pain to the pleasure. “Take that dick.” In and out, in and out. He released my hip long enough to slap my ass again, another nice burn spreading through my cheek, and I moaned, then whimpered when it seemed like he wasn't going to do it again.

He was panting and chugging like a train while he pistoned in and out of my ass.

Slam, slam, slam... I kept tightening around him in waves, squeezing and releasing again and again, my orgasm reaching closer while he pummeled me. More and more of my pre escaped and dribbled onto the bed. I felt my release gathering in my balls, wrapping around me like a cocoon and swallowing me whole.

My dick practically sang, my ass was begging to be filled, and I could barely hold myself up. It was like my body had deserted me to bathe in the pleasure that Jason’s giving.

Jason seemed to be in a similar trance. He was still pumping in and out of me, both hands on my hips, jarring my body and sending my dick swinging back and forth with every stroke. I figured he’s close, ready to come.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” His voice trailed off, and then, with a roar, he sealed his hips to mine. I felt his cock jerking in my hole. "I'm gonna cum!" He yelled, moving his cock in and out of my hole faster and then finally pushing it as deep as possible.

He began shaking as his cum started spewing out with the constant pulsing of his cock. I was overcome with desire when I felt his cock spurting stream after stream of cum into my heat.

It skyrocketed my own pleasure; I was so close to cumming, and then Carter came too, filling my mouth with his cum; that was like a catalyst that brought me to my own zenith. I swallowed all his cum as my own cock sprayed out my cum on the bed while Jason filled my ass with his.

Once Carter stopped cumming, I began licking up every drop of cum that didn't already end up down my throat.

For good measure, I placed my mouth around the head of Carter's cock and began squeezing up and down the shaft, milking him for every last precious drop of cum.

After the orgasm, I felt a little awkward but felt like I was free, and I just found myself involved in an exciting new world. Jason pulled out of my ass, and the three of us lay there, exhausted. Carter gently caressed my body, giving me some passionate kisses and tasting his own cum off my lips.

"Can you stay the night?" Jason asked us, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"I can't see why not." Carter responded.

"Okay, good. I'm not done with you yet. I swallowed you. I still need to feel your big cock unload in my ass." I said to Carter. "We need to do this more often. I need both of your cocks inside of me. I feel so sexy and so dirty.”

“Only if you don’t mind me sharing you with my not-so-straight best friend."

All three of us laughed at that. And decided to get ready for another round.

****

Santa sat in his workshop going through the naughty and nice list

The usual culprits on the naughty list

His tactics never seemed to work these days

A name caught his eye

Joe Harrison, 26, usual stuff, bad attitude, cheated in school, mocked anyone who was different, a new entry, cheats regularly on his partner Henry Blye

The font for Henry was green, meaning he was on the nice list

Santa clicked on the name bringing up Henrys profile

Henry Blye, 26- works for a non profit helping disabled kids, donates to charity, gave a kidney to his brother

Santa scrolled down to henrys desires “for joe to be nicer, for a new bus for the kids and…..”

Santas eyes went wide, he had found a way to sort both guys out in one act

He put down his tablet and reluctantly removed his hard cock from mrs clauses expert mouth

She pouted, this was a tradition of theirs, for her to relieve santas tension before Christmas

“sorry my dear, a change of plans” he grunted stuffing his cock into his red trousers

She looked at the tablet and chuckled

“ah I see!” she smiled “hopefully this plan will work! But save enough energy for our post Christmas fuck”

“you know that wont be a problem!” he laughed darkly kissing her as he made his way to his sleigh





“but its Christmas eve joe!” henry yelled exsasperated, “and this has been in the calendar for months! I even put it on your work calendar, I will look like a right idiot when I turn up alone to mum and dads again!”

“so! Tell them I had something come up, tell them I died I don’t care I really have to go!” joe said checking his phone seeing his assistant had sent a message with a very xrated photograph

As he went to leave they heard footsteps on the roof

The pair froze

Joe went to leave but found the door wouldn’t budge

Henry looked outside and to his surprise there was no movement, even the snow itself had frozen in place

Suddenly the light in the lounge turned on

The pair slowly walked in joe holding henry firmly in front of him

Sat in an arm chair was a man dressed as santa, his coat open revealing a very muscular torso but still very much father Christmas

“who the fuck are you?” joe asked still hiding behind henry

“the easter bunny…. Who do you think I am! Im santa! Now sit down Joe Harrison and stop hiding behind Henry!” he barked

The pair sat down

“how do you know our names?” henry asked

“because again, im santa, I know all!” he chuckled

“like I know how every Christmas you help your kids to write their letters to me, and mail them yourself”

Henry blushed

“joe however…. Well this can go one of two ways, you can tell henry why you are on the naughty list or I will…..”

“joe… on the naughty list? I know hes a little ruthless in his job but he donates money all the time through his business and volunteers, hes even putting in a request to help get us funding for our new minibus….”

joe stared at the floor his face red

“coward!” santa growled “he hasn’t donated one penny to charity in all his life, the request he put in for your mini bus, doesn’t exsist, and all those days he was volunteering he was at hotels with his assistant” santa handed henry his tablet showing photos of joe and his assistant having sex, out at restaraunts

Henry felt his eyes watering, “why?”

“because he needed you, a good kind hearted person to show off at events to make him look softer” santa said gently patting Henrys leg

“why are you here? Why are you targeting me!” joe exploded

“because joe…. I can give henry something from his Christmas list that you clearly cant, and punish you, all at the same time!”

Before joe could argue santa blew some powder in his face and he was unconscious

“what do you mean my Christmas list, I didn’t write one…” henry was confused, as santa tied joe up and sat him in the arm chair in the corner of the room

“no, but I know your hearts desire! I cant make joe be a good person its clear he is a lost cause, the minibus will turn up at the centre tomorrow from an “anonymous donor”, the last part…” santa sat again his legs spread

Henrys eyes widened seeing the bulge in santas red trousers





“I know it has been a long time since joe fucked you, and that despite his cheating you have remained loyal, I may not be joe, but I can promise to give you a fucking you will never forget!”

“Hey Bailey!” I said walking up to him at the party. He doesn’t respond for a moment before he waves me over. He’s talking with his rugby friends.


“How are you? How’s the party?” He asks in quick succession, looking me up and down, slowing around the waist.


“Yeah Im alright, the party is nice.” I respond shyly, not knowing exactly how to respond.


“Nice, there’s a lot more people than I expected, do you have a drink yet?” He asks.


“No not yet, haven’t made it that far.”


“Oh well its just over there…” he points to the bar “let me take you there, get you something.” He offered, at this point he had just made it out of the pool and was still shirtless, pecks hard and swimmers sticking, exposing his soft cock resting against his right thigh .


“Yeah sure, thanks” I say as we begin to walk to the bar “you’re looking good tonight” I say with a smile.


“Thanks, not my best though.” He says smiling.
“Well you look great.” I say smiling and for some reason in a reassuring voice.


Bailey and I make it to the bar, he gets another beer, and I do the same, not knowing what else to get. “Have you seen it yet?” He asks excitedly.


“Seen what? I guess not…” I respond not knowing what he was on about. “Oh its great! Follow me I’ll show you.” He says leading me away to the back of the house, away from the main party with the noise growing quieter. The door opens and he walks inside, I follow, interested.


“Theres nothing here?” I say.


“I’m here…” he says with confidence, slowly getting closer to me. “True…” I respond slightly confused, but feeling I know what is happening. He’s right in front of me, I can feel his breath, its so hot and invigorating. He’s taller than me by a little bit, he looks slightly down on me.


“You don’t mind do you? He says moving his hands closer to me, down to my waist. I pause for a moment, I’ve been waiting for this for ages, its finally happening. I’ve sat in the shower, jerking my uncut dick with both hands to the thought of his ripped body, veiny arms and big thighs. I feel his hands on my waist, they move down, under and up the inside of my tank, exposing my Calvins at the same time.

“I don’t mind at all.” His hands make their way around my belly button and over, caressing my abs until he reaches my hard nipples. He pulls his hands down, grabbing the bottom of my tank and pulls it up and off, revealing my abs and pits. Our bodies millimetres apart, I can feel the warmth of his body on mine.

“Good.” He says slowly in a deep voice. He grabs my waist and pulls me onto him, I can feel his bulge rubbing against mine, his chest rubbing against my chest, I reach my hands around to his cheeks, clenching them in my hand, before moving them up his back. I look into his blue eyes and then we kiss, his lips and tongue filling into my own, our bodies together.

He picks me up and throws me onto the bed before moving to lock the door. I lay there, heart rapidly beating, bulge growing quickly. We’re both shirtless, he gets onto the bed and lays on top of me, his weight pushes me down into the sheets. We make out for what feels like pleasurable hours before he moves down my chest, licking and kissing my nipples and my underarm. He kisses my abs and moves down to my happy trail, he stays there for a moment, kissing and licking it. He reaches for my belt and undoes it, pulling my pants down to reveal my underwear.

Looking to my eyes, he placing his hand firmly around my bulge, slowly jerking it and kissing it through the fabric. Precum is already seeping out of my tip, staining my Calvins. He reaches for the top of my underwear and pulls it down, revealing my rock hard, throbbing cock. I lay there amazed, taking deep breaths with both my arms stretched above my head. My armpits are fully exposed, and he can’t resist, clearly he loves them just as much as me. Moving his hand from my cock, he places one hand on my right pit, playing with the hair, and buries his face into my other, licking and sniffing it.

He moves his hand and grasps my dick and starts slowly stroking it, moving his mouth down my chest, biting and kissing my nipples, making his way down between my abs, licking and biting each one. His tongue reaches my shaft, and it keeps going up to the tip of my throbbing cock. After a minute of playing with the tip, he begins to thrust his head down, sucking my dick, it slipping in and out of his wet mouth. I can feel my dick hitting the back of his throat, his saliva lubricating it. He stops and looks up to me before standing at the foot of the bed, he begins to undress, his jeans come down to reveal his huge already hard bulge, visible from his wet underwear. It hugs his thigh and sticks out down past his underwear, the tip well past it. He pulls down the underwear until he is completely naked.

He motions for me to come to him, so I do, we are standing in front of each other before he reaches for my shoulder and nudges me to kneel, I do. He grabs his throbbing dick in one hand and the back of my head with the other, he pushes my head into his dick as he lets go, he lets out a deep moan as he thrusts my head back and forth viciously on his dick. I feel his dick get harder and throb slightly. After a long while of basically choking on his massive cock, he moans “I’m going to cum…”.

I stop and look up “Should I finish you off, can you cum again?”

He looks down to me “I can always cum again, lets finish this on the bed…”

I walk over and lay on the bed, he jumps and lays on top of me, our cocks together between our bodies. He begins to move up and down, our cocks rubbing against each others abs. It was the best thing I has experienced up to that point, I was used to a pillow, this was on a whole new level. He began moving up and down faster and faster. “Ooohhhhh fuuuuuck… Im going to cum” He moans in a deep raspy voice. At that moment we both came, the white cum spraying all over my abs and chest. He looks to me and we lock eye contact and, only for him to shortly after move down and begin to lick the cum off my chest, swallowing it all.

He was much stronger than me and it showed. He flipped me over so that my cheeks were exposed in the air, slapping them hard, grabbing them and forcing them apart. He started near the bottom of my back and moved down, until he was licking my hole. “God you have a tight hole…” he says as he pushes a finger through. As he does I wince in not pain but pleasure. He then put three fingers in, slowly moving them in and out, spitting on them to lubricate the hole. Five minutes passed and he was ready again. I was still laying on my stomach before he whispered close into my ear “on all fours.” I moved on all fours onto the bed, my hole open and in the air. He stood by the side of the bed behind me, stoking his own dick before dropping it on the bottom of my back, rubbing it back and forth, teasing me.


“Ooooohhh fuck” I said in annoyed pleasure “Put it in me, please….”
And as I said that he moved it down to my hole, his tip just on the outside. He puts his hands on my hips and thrusts in, his throbbing cock deep inside me, I’d never had a cock so thick and deep inside me. “Fuck…” I said at a loss for words. I moaned and so did he. The thrusts were hard and deep, his cut dick moving inside me.

He slowly pulls out and says “Your turn”. I get up and he lays on the bed, ass in the air ready. I move down and begin to his hole, my tongue getting inside it, it tasted so good. Eventually I layed down on top of him, my chest on his back, my dick between his ass. I guided it in, slowly beginning to thrust, feeling it slide in and out of his hole, my chest and body moving up and down his. I kept going, it was the best minutes of my life, he didn’t say to stop and I didn’t want to. My whole body tensed up in waves as my cum filled his insides, my cock throbbing as it squirted out. I moaned deeply along with Bailey. “Fuck you were good” he says… “Your turn.”

I resume his position on the bed, and he slides his veiny cock into my hole. He could last for ages I know, thrusting deep in and out. He thrusts into me, spitting on his dick every now and then to keep it slipping in and out smoothly. His veiny muscular hand reached around for my cock as he continued to pumping my ass. I could cum again so fast, and I do, twice at the touch of his fingers.

He cums and his abs, arms and legs tense and flex. I feel it fill my insides, leaking out of my hole as he pulls out his cock. He moans loudly. He lays next to me on the bed and I turn over, we are both out of breath and sweaty. We lay for a few minutes before he reaches down and grabs my dick, again. He begins to stroke it, lubricated by cum and spit, I reach for his. This goes for minutes before he turns to me.

“Fuck that was good, your tight little ass and big cock.” He says closing his eyes for a moment before releasing my dick and I his. He gets up and begins to put his clothes on and so I do the same.


“My house is free tomorrow the whole day” he says “Be there early” he finishes.


I don’t get time to respond before he leaves the room.

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I noticed the warn hide-a-bed my neighbor had set on the curb for charity donation day. It reminded me of the nights spent on one just like it at my best friend Shan's house, especially one hot summer all those years ago. As I pulled in my driveway, I conjured up a fantasy of one special night spent with him. This is how it could have happened...

The basement hide-a-bed was made up and I plopped down on the cool sheet. We didn't bother with the top sheet or blanket when we made it earlier, it was July and still 85 and humid at 11 pm. The coolness felt great on my just showered back. Shan was just finishing his shower and I figured we would soon be off to sleep so I turned off the lamp and looked out the window into the backyard. The moonlight hadn't invaded the house yet and after a few minutes my eyes adjusted and I could see pretty well in the room. My old blue gym shorts from high school were a little tight, and a little thread bare, but were the only thing I had with me in the car that was clean.

I wasn't really sleepy yet, we had gone to a movie and then to the Y for a workout, and I was still a little jazzed. The old 1920's YMCA building didn't have AC either, so we held the session to 30 minutes and left without showering because it was closing time. I hadn't intended to spend the night at Shan's, but the AC was out at home. His house didn't have AC at all, but the basement was cooler than outside. So, I phoned my folks to let them know I wouldn't be home. When we got to his house there was a note from his folks that the younger kids were crabby and they had gone to stay at a relatives house who had AC. Shan was the oldest, he and I graduated a year earlier in 1986, and I was at his house a lot. Everyone being gone was kind of nice, otherwise I would have felt like I had to wear a shirt to sleep in because of his younger siblings, and my usual spot being here in the family room any of them could easily walk in. It wasn't much longer until Shan was finished with his shower.

His room was in the basement too and I expected him to just go on in to bed. But I wasn't real surprised either when he appeared around the corner from the hall in his bath towel. He had brought me a glass of water in case I was thirsty in the night. He set the water down on the side table and crawled onto the mattress facing me, his feet at my head. This was a usual way we had conversations about life and we began to talk. A few minutes went by and I yawned. Shan started to get up and leave the room, but his towel fell off in the process.

We had seen each other naked all the time. But for some reason this time was different. The moonlight was now shining in a bit and the silhouette of his body sent a shiver down my spine. Shan was the more athletic of the two of us. Just shy off 6' he had played football all four years, and still worked out five times harder than I did. His chest was honed, his ass was amazing. His chest wasn't hairless, mostly fuzzy between his pecs, and a fantastic treasure trail running down his abs. As he turned back to grab the towel it was obvious that my old shorts were not hiding my instantaneous erection.

I turned slightly to minimize his view of my bulge. Shan just chuckled and said he was flattered I liked what I saw. For some reason I wasn't really embarrassed, we knew each other really well. What did surprise me was when he reached out and stroked my chest with his fingertips. I knew immediately that something new was happening. My dick throbbed and strained harder against those shorts. I didn't hesitate and returned the touch by placing my hand on his forearm. In one move he threw the towel to the floor and straddled me, pinning me to the mattress.

I suddenly felt his weight on my groin. He shifted a little so his balls sat just above the top of my shorts. The feeling of my skin must have done the trick for him too because I could feel his cock rise and balls tighten where they sat just below my navel. My cock was now trapped under the fabric but between his ass cheeks too. My desire and arousal were peaking and I could feel pre cum oozing to the end of my shaft. Shan placed his forearm across my chest to pin me down then leaned forward to lick my neck. My hands were shaking as I caressed his back and slowly moved my left hand onto his ass. Touching that firm hairy mound was electrifying.

Briefly we both paused for a moment. I'm sure he was also thinking WTF are we doing! But the hormones quickly overrode our judgement. I took my left hand free from his cheek and tugged at my shorts to pull them down. Shan got the hint and lifted off of me so I could complete the task. I got one leg free and kicked them into the air. Shan thudded down on me but this time my cock was firmly between his ass cheeks. Skin on skin. Throbbing and oozing. I felt wetness on my abs as the first drops of clear juice from Shan landed on my skin. Shan lightly grinded on my cock and moaned.

Finding a need to slow down, I push him enough to roll on our sides. I moved up slightly so we were face to face and softly began kissing his lips while moving my left hand up and down his ass crack. Shan moaned and writhed with this new pleasure. Realizing the way he was reacting to my touch, my nipples hardened against his chest. He took his hand away from mine, grabbed my hardon and started rubbing our cock together. This made the cum well up to fast, too soon. I didn't want to end just yet... I whispered stop. Shan jerked away and started to apologize for everything. I grabbed his face and kissed him again, hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth.

I motioned for us to set up, positioning him seated on his knees to face away from me. I came up behind him hugging him and kissing his neck. Sliding my body to cuddle from behind I once more placed my cock in that sweet place between his ass cheeks. Reaching around I grabbed his cock in my left hand. It twitched and jumped and oozed. I found his nipple with my right hand and brushed it lightly. Whispering in his ear, I asked him to tell me when to stop and not to cum yet. It was only moments when he grabbed my arm to stop the stroking, and none too soon, I was about to blow my own load from feeling his quivering pucker against my cockhead.

For his turn, he motioned for me to get on my back. He positioned himself over me and proceeded to kiss and lick my neck, then chest and finally lower his mouth onto my cock. Immediately the feeling of orgasm began. I quickly pushed his mouth away and almost too late. At this point we were so turned on there was but one thing left to do. I motioned for him to face me on his knees. I did the same and pulled him close. We began kissing, rubbing our bodies against each other, and moaning loudly. Our hips ground and pumped. In a few short seconds of inexperienced youthful lust we busted our loads all over each other. Falling to the sheet we held on to the other and quickly feel asleep, our juices mingling on our skin.

I woke up suddenly, something was pushing my arm, something warm and wet. I was still foggy from the orgasm and the hot sticky atmosphere of the room. It took me a few seconds to rouse enough to realize it was the family terrior. He had jumped up on the bed and was sniffing and licking my arm. Apparently he smelled the sent of sex from upstairs and it was powerful enough to attract his attention downstairs to the family room. It didn't take long before he was nudging my side and pawing at my hip trying to get at the dried cum holding fast to my body. I shooed him off the bed, but he jumped right back up. I pushed him off again and this time he ran out the pet door into the yard.

My left arm was pinned underneath Shan who was now sleeping peacefully on his back. Our legs were intertwined from how we fell back after the cum geysers from earlier. It was awake enough now to tell that it was about now yet morning. The moon had passed over the house, and once again it was fairly dark so I had no idea the exact time. I did need a drink, so moved my leg out from under his and slid over to the edge of the bed to reach the glass of water. This made Shan adjust his position and spread his legs apart just a little. After a long drink, I settled back onto the sheet and started to stare as hard as I could in the dimness at Shan's body. I hadn't noticed until earlier just how well proportioned his arms, legs and torso were. As my eyes continued to adjust to the light and move slowly down his body, they came to rest on his rod. As I let my gaze rest there, it was obvious from his breathing that he was in a dream state. Slowly his shaft began to swell and I couldn't help by wonder if that dream was about me and our earlier activity. I didn't dare move for the next few minutes, just watching, willing his cock to stand up completely straight.

After a few minutes, I realized just how hard my own cock had become. It was throbbing with my quickening heart beat and moving like it had a mind of it's own. Shan's fingers began to spread and curl on the sheet. His hips turned upward and his breathing quickened. Without realizing what I was doing it, I reached out for that glorious pole and wrapped my hand around the base. Reflexively Shan's back arched and his feet moved outward spreading his legs even wider. I let my hand rest there, my presence of mind realizing I shouldn't wake him, but happy that I could feel the sexual energy radiating from that stiff manly cock as his mind raced with his thoughts.

A few more seconds and a pearl of clear sticky pre cum dropped from his slit onto my aching hand. I was able to move my free hand enough to reach my nipple and begin to slowly rub it in circles. My boner was now raging and a string of pre cum was just barely visible from my slit down to my hip. The more I rubbed my nipple the more the pool on my hip spread and soon my dick began to bounce back and forth with a frantic motion. Like before I was not ready to cum. I didn't want to release just yet. Not before Shan. In my mind I now weighed the options of letting the dream run it's course or waking him. I didn't have to wait long though, soon Shan's breathing changed to quick shallow draws. He softly moaned and called out "Oh Fuck" and I could feel the veins swelling up at the base of his cock. His body began to shake and his head lifted up off the bed. This must have been too much for his subconscious because he suddenly stiffened, drew in a breath and sat up. Thankfully this motion forced my hand away from his crotch.

In a daze still, Shan looked around the room. For a few seconds his didn't react , just sat there, legs apart, cock throbbing, bleary eyed. Since I was half sitting already, I propped myself on my elbow and draped my other arm around his chest and gently pushed him back down. His gaze met mine and even in the dark I knew what it mean't, he was dreaming about our sex. I moved over, throwing my leg over him, the way he had done me earlier, and pressed my ass into his rock hard cock. Shan responded by touching my cheek, and running his thumb across my lips. With his other hand he stroked my ass cheek and brushed my nipple. My leaking dick dripped more warm clear nectar into his navel. He took his finger and dipped it into the pool then rubbed in onto his own nipple.

The sweat of our bodies could have been sticky and uncomfortable in the night heat, but instead the salty drips of water were tasty treats our tongues lapped from the others skin. Shan's cock was so coated in pre cum that he was easily able to stroke between my ass cheeks, finding my hole and teasing me with his slick head. We finally heard the clock and it was three in the morning. Knowing we still had time for exploring both of us stopped moving. I laid down on top of him so we could kiss. The salty sweet of each others moisture was heaven. Shan repositioned a little, moving his cock away from my ass. Instead now he used his hands to explore my back, gently raking his fingers down my spine and into the place his cock had just occupied. That electric feeling began again in my body. My plump nipples were now completely hard. My dick was almost painfully engorged. I grabbed his forearm in an attempt to stop his play. Instead he went deeper into my crack, poking his finger at my hole. Fire shot through me, my dick surged and I shot seven volleys of cum, two over his head, three on his face, and the remainder on his chest.

Laughing because we neither one new what else to do, I bent down and began to lick my cum from his face. Then I grabbed his arms pushing them over his head. Working my way down his body I slurped up the rest of my cum from his chest continuing until I was at his cock. Having never given a blow job before I wasnt' exactly sure what to do, but I just went for it, curling my lips over my teeth and taking his cock head into my mouth about the middle of my tongue. Sucking on it like a lolly pop, letting spit build up in my mouth, it only took about two minutes until Shan grabbed my hair, grunted and shot five times. Sadly after the first one I pulled away, but the other four covered my face. Shan quickly grabbed me, pulled me to him and kissed and licked his seed from my nose and cheeks.

Once again we were spent and fell back onto the bed. This time though we didn't fall asleep. We just laughed, sort of nervously and sort of satisfactorily. I moved over closer to him, intertwined my legs with his, grabbed his cock and kissed his shoulder. In turn, Shan leaned over, kissed my ear, grabbed my dick and we just stayed there for while. At some point the dog came back in, sniffed the air, sneezed and jumped up on the bed. This time though he curled up and our feet and settled in.

My eyes fluttered open to the brightening room as the sunlight began to pour in through the window. It seemed like only a few minutes had passed since that second session with Shan and my first tastes of cum. The dog was gone and so was Shan. I looked around for the towel and didn't find it either. Did I dream the whole thing? I wasn't sure because my shorts were lying in the floor where I remembered kicking them off earlier. The water glass was also mostly empty as I remembered it being. The clock was chiming six and I felt my bladder needing some relief. I scooted over to the end of the mattress and stood up to collect my shorts. I noticed as I looked down that the hair on my lower torso was still matted with cum. My dick jumped a little but I willed it to stay soft since I needed to piss. About the time I bent over to grab the shorts from the floor I felt something stiff poking my right hip.

Shan was there, grinning at me, cock as hard as a rock. I turned to greet him and pointed to the bathroom so he backed up and let me pass. While I was taking my piss, I heard the sounds of the hide-a-bed being folded up. Since I was interrupted picking up my shorts, Shan brought them into the bathroom for me. It was a bit weird because neither one of us had really uttered more than a word or two since his towel fell off the night before. We didn't need words really to follow our desires, but I don't think either of us really knew exactly how to express the feelings either. Our silence continued for a few more minutes. After I flushed the toilet and faced Shan he turned us both so we could look into the mirror over the sink. Finally speaking Shan said "your pubes are so matted down, let's shower and get cleaned up before everyone gets home."

Shan's cock was still stiff and looking at us together in the mirror got my dick all boned up again. We both just laughed at the pair of us, perpetually hard and ready for action. I said, "I can go one more time, and I want to suck you again." Shan's eyes twinkled and his hand brush mine as he grabbed my dick, "I want to suck your dick too, I didn't really get a chance lat night." Right there in the bathroom Shan dropped to his knees and began to kiss and like my throbbing dick. He swirled his tongue under my head and fondled my balls as his mouth did it's work. Soon he reached up and stroked my nipples in turn, running his finger tips down my abs, and I began to moan softly. Letting go of my balls he soon reached under to stroke the area under them (I didn't know the term 'taint' yet). His saliva and my pre cum were mixing in his mouth. His cock was leaking pre cum and some dripped onto my foot. My hands had been on my hips, but I soon caressed his neck and pulled his head gently forward to go deeper, his nose close to those matted pubes. Bristling just a little he came up for air, not quite gagging but needing a break. "I want to taste your cum" he said, and vigorously returned to sucking.

I couldn't help but close my eyes. My balls were tightening and my head was swelling, in just one small thrust of my hips I let loose in his mouth with three shots of jizz. His eyes widened, but he didn't take his mouth off my dick. The noises though grew louder as he slurped and swallowed my third load of this lustful session. "I'm about to bust" he said, and I stood to face me, my queue to drop to my knees. Before I did though I pulled him in for a kiss, launching my tongue into his mouth and searching for the remnants of my jizz. His breathing was jagged and I wasn't about to miss the joy of swallowing his cum this time. I dropped to my knees, swallowed full tilt and pressed my nose into his pubes. This made me gag and I had to pull back. Not wanting to miss out again I put my hand on his ass and had him face fuck my mouth being careful to move with him so I didn't gag again. I did stiffen my body a little as I felt his head swelling to blow that load. Microseconds later the first of six hot shots of cum overfilled my mouth and started running down my chin. Shan's knees grew weak and his cock pulled out of my mouth. I hadn't swallowed yet, pulled myself up to hold onto him and again went in for the deep tongue kiss. This time with his load to share.

Again we paused to look at ourselves in the mirror. Our cocks hanging down but not limp. Glistening with spit and cum. Our faces glowing with redness from the summer heat, hectic sex and embarrassment at just how much we enjoyed it all. Knowing his family could be home soon Shan started the shower. As soon as the water was warm we both got in, making out like crazy, soaping each other and laughing. It soon became obvious that this was just the beginning of something neither one expected. Do I love him? I don't think so. Do I think I want to feel his body against mine again? Absolutely! It was my turn to speak. "Shan, what do we do now? How do we go on as friends? Can we do this again, and soon?" He responded, "Just like we always have been. We can absolutely do this again, how about next weekend at the family cabin, it is hidden in the woods... and remember the shower is outside!!"

I've been trying to find out this beautiful guys name, anyone have any luck?

So the wife and I were talking on the group chat and she said that she would like to do a gangbang with everyone involved and they could use her and I. She said that she wanted to do the nasty things that I've done, she wanted to things from pissing to double anal. We have gotten very comfortable over the years and this was just something else that we wanted to tick off of the list.

So on the group chat we spoke about the things that we wanted to do and try out, most of the things were centered around the wife and I but mostly the wife. The guys were not supposed to cum all week until the day of and we wanted them to hold back their cum for at least an hour. This would be easier when they are only using one of us but now they will be using both of us. The guys knew the rules to pissplay and what they had they had drink before hand.

So the day came, I actually slept over at the couples house the night before and the guys had all arrived by about 2 pm. The basement was all ready to go, we had setup and inflatable pool for the pissplay and also covered the couches in a plastic. Everyone was already naked and the wife and I started at the center of the room in the pool, we were kissing and making out with each other, grabbing each other all over our bodies as we were on our knees side by side, our hands each guided themselves down to our asses to give each other a tease. Then I stood up and made her suck on my cock, she started to suck it very gently and was looking up at me as she was bobbing her head. I was just holding her hair and she challenged herself and tried to deepthroat it to the base as she gagged on it. I also turned around and made her lick my asshole for a little bit then when I turned back around I decided to pee on her. She was a little surprised at first but then smiled and was rubbing her hands all over her body. I said "good job" then two other guys also came around and started to pee on her and she was actually opening her mouth to receive them.

She stayed in the same position as she sucked the two guys that just peed on her and I sat on the edge of the couch and sucked another two guys as they each stood on my sides. I would suck on the one on the left as I stroked the one on the right and then switched. She was pretty much doing the same thing and the guys would rotate in anywhere, it was good for the guys as there was not lineups and I made joke saying "you dont have to wait that long in line like disney" I then got down from the couch and kneeled in front of the wife and was telling her to suck those cocks good when I was going from one cock to another. I was also at some point grabbing her head and forcing it on one of the guys then the guy did the same to me. I just loved to wank those hard cocks as I sucked on one. Then I did gag every now and then and spat on the wifes face as she was sucking and she returned the favor a little later too.

After another little while the guys directed us to the couch where they put us in doggy facing each other and one guy went up each of our asses as we sucked on the guys that were standing on the other side of the couch (behind the back). The guys were fucking us both at a pretty good pace, each guy had their way of fucking. Some guys went slow and deep while others were just fast and furious. At some points I was yelling out " fuck her, fuck her good guys" as she was moaning. She also said at one point "hes the pro at getting assfucked, get him two in there" I smiled at her then called her a bitch as the second guy went into my ass in the doggy position. I kept saying "fuck my ass, I want you to stretch my hole" then I kissed the wife as they fucked me and told her soon it'll be her turn too and this is where one of the guys said "shut up and suck our dicks you whores" and we each got gagged hard as they thrusted their cocks in our throats.

When the two guys pulled out of my ass they did come around for us to suck too, then the next guy that went in my ass went alone, and he pulled my right arm behind me and laid it on my back as he fucked me hard. I kept looking at the wife as she continued to suck on the others then I said "she needs two in her ass now" And I saw the next two guys ease themselves into her hole, she was having trouble to start and I told her "just relax your ass and spread your legs a little more" as I said that the guy fucking me slapped my ass hard and said "you don't give pointers to another whore" then pulled out and made me gag on him and he told two other guys to fuck my ass because that's what I deserved. As the guys were getting into position to double fuck my ass the wife was now good and taking them both in her ass too. She smiled at me and said "I like it" We fucked in doggy for a little more and then one of the guys changed positions for me. He lied down on the couch and I mounted him with my back facing to him and he fucked my ass, I bounced on his cock telling him to fuck me harder and harder. Then one of the guys that was fucking the wife pulled out of her ass and went right up mine with the other guy. I was loving it, the wife also crawled to me in doggy with a cock still in her ass and she sucked my cock. I was also wanking two other cocks and moaning along with the wife, then the two guys pulled out and the guy behind me, behind the couch pulled me back from my legs and showed my gape and the wife licked my asshole.

I loved this position for the wife and I as so much was going on. I even leaned my head back behind the couch as I wanked the two other cocks and I sucked a third cock. I could hear that the wife was taking a pounding from one of the guys fucking her, that distinct patting and slapping as the two bodies met. Then the guy I was sucking pulled my legs up or the wife to eat my ass again. Then some of the guys said that they had to pee so they took the wife and put her on the ottoman (covered in plastic), she was in missionary and one guy was fucking her in the ass. I was still on the couch getting fucked by two cocks in my ass while wanking two others telling the guy "fuck her, fuck her, fuck her good" and the guy who was fucking me facing me just slapped my face and said "shut up" and increased the pace of the fucking. When I looked back at the wife I could see two guys peeing on her as she was still taking a cock in the ass. She looked like she was handling things very well. When she was done with the pee session she came back to the couch and sucked the two cocks out of my ass as I dismounted them and got on my knees to suck two others. Then the next position on different guy went to lie down on the couch and took the wife facing him and went up her ass and then a second guy went up her ass, she definitely didn't struggle much this time, and then I stood in front of her as she sucked my cock and wanked the one beside me. Then one guy also stood on the arm and back of the couch as he wanted me to suck his cock. What a hot position. She and I pretty much stayed in the same position as everyone else rotated. I looked down at her as she looked up at me and I said "you're so hot like this, how do you like this" She smiled and said "i absolutely love it."

Then the guys were ready for more. Two guys lied down on the couch and one told me to mount him as the wife went on the other, I was facing my guy and then a second went up my ass as the wife was taking two as well but with her back to the guy who was lying down. We each were sucking on cock too. I loved that the guys got to have so much action between the two of us. We were about 40 minutes in and some of the guys had to take it easier as they were close to cumming. I then told the guys I wanted king of clubs position, so two other guys got on the floor and I squatted over their cocks, the wife said "you really like that position don't you" and I said "of course I do" I also sucked on a cock in this position and looked back at the wife and she was busy still handling two in her ass and one in her mouth. Then the guy I was sucking grabbed me and put me on the couch and fucked me hard for a bit then made me mount the two cocks again, another few minutes and then I said "i think its time for you to come for a ride" as I looked at the wife and we switched. I in the meantime was getting gagged very hard by the biggest cock we had. I could hear her moaning in the background through my glluhgluhgluh noises. I was also seeing her bouncing on those cocks from time to time when I could sneak a peek.

Then I also noticed that some of the guys couldnt last much longer again and they were taking it easy, I wanted more cum so the wife and I told them to hold off, but some had to pee too. So I said I wanted to fuck the wife and put her in missionary on the couch and fucked her in her ass, we did make out a lot as some of the guy peed on us. Some of the guys were aiming for me and some of them were aiming for her. Found it so hot. At one point on guy also went behind me to fuck me too and pee up my ass then I asked the wife she wanted a taste and pulled out of her ass and shot the piss out of my ass onto her face as I squatted over her. When most of it was out she pulled me down from my legs to eat my ass and this is where one guy peed on me and the piss ran down my body around my cock and down to the wife. This was soo hot for me.

We then each got in doggy and guys were fucking us and peeing on us both. Then most of them said that they really couldnt hold their cum much longer so I got in doggy on the couch and she got right under my ass, the first guy went up my ass and fucked me for a little bit and then came right up my ass, I could feel the bursts inside me then it trickling out of my ass as he pulled out his cock, the wife was licking it all up. The second guy did pretty much the same thing again and she licked it all up. the third guy barely went in my ass before he came, she just had time to stick his head in and i could feel the throbbing cock, she was really going at licking my ass when they pulled out. She said it taste so good. We did this until they all came. All seven guys. She did save some in her mouth and then we did swap it back and forth before she ate it all. Then she turned to me and said " I want yours" I smiled and then she said "fuck me more and give me your cum"

So we got on the ottoman In missionary and I fucked her in the ass and some of the guys had to release more pee and they peed all over us. We were basically in our own world. We jsut fucked as if no one else was around or that we were getting peed on. After about five more minutes I came up her ass and then she fed it to me and we made out even more.

This was such a hot mess and we loved it. The wife has gotten a taste of what it is like to be a true whore and she did a great job love the fact they were all nasty and on the same page. Everyone had a great time.

So I need some opinion on this, especially from women. My female friend who recently complimented me on how hung I am, but we haven’t fucked yet because she’s in a situationship atm. I have recently asked her if I wrote her an erotic fiction about a fantasy I have about her if she’d read it and she said yes. I told her I’d send it to her after I wrote it.

Truth is, I’ve already wrote it. Just need it to be critiqued before I send it.

Here it is:

As I lay on the bed, my heart raced with anticipation as I waited for her arrival. We had been friends for years, but tonight was different. Tonight, she wanted something more from me - something that I wasn't sure I could give her. But when she arrived at my doorstep, all doubts were forgotten in the face of her radiant beauty and unbridled desire.



She looked stunning as she stood before me, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling with a fire that ignited my own passion within seconds. We talked for a while, smoked some weed, and shared laughter. The air was thick with tension between us, but it only made our connection stronger. As the night wore on, I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused by her presence.



She was shy, but tonight she was ready to explore something new with a trusted friend who possessed the one thing she desired most in this world. I had a feeling that she had likely experienced large penises before - after all, she does have a wild side and is no church girl. But I guess because I’m a trusted friend and I've always been seen as a cool guy or something like that, I was the first and only guy she thought about to call for her fix for big dick.



As I stood before her, exposed and vulnerable, she couldn't help but stare at me down there in awe. Her eyes were filled with desire as she reached out to touch my penis, admiring its size and shape. She took it into her mouth, sucking on it for what felt like an eternity. The sensation was indescribable - the warmth of her lips, the rhythm of her movements, all combining to create a symphony of pleasure that I had never experienced before.



When she finally pulled away from me, I could see the desire in her eyes intensifying as she lay back on the bed and spread her beautiful legs wide open for me. I instructed her to lay down in a missionary position with her legs towards her chest, making it easier for me to penetrate deeply into her body, so she did. As I slowly inserted my penis into her body, she gasped at how deeply I could fill her up.



I started off with slow, shallow strokes, teasing her and building anticipation. She loved it - the slower, more gentle movements were like a symphony of pleasure that filled every inch of her being. As I picked up speed and intensity, she felt herself reaching new heights of ecstasy. The sensations were intense - both pleasurable and painful at times, but the pleasure was worth it all.



The deeper strokes hit her cervix hard a few times, causing a sharp sting that made her gasp in surprise. But she powered through it, because the pleasure was too great to ignore. As I continued with deeper, harder thrusts, she had an intense orgasm - her body convulsing and shuddering.



After several minutes of deep, hard strokes, she tapped my legs twice in a way that reminded me of a UFC fighter tapping out. "I tap out," she whispered with a moan. We cuddled for a while, and then she asked for more - but this time, she wanted it gentle.

She gets into the perfect doggy-style position with her back arched. I started thrusting from behind with long strokes, deep yet gentle ones that seemed to be just what she needed.



"You want me to be gentle?" I whispered to hr. She replied with a combination of a whisper and a moan: "yes, baby." I continued my slow, deep, and gentle strokes, loving the way they made her feel. And then she spoke again - this time, it was a soft whisper that sent shivers down my spine: "You're going to make me cum again."



As she warms up, I am able to go hard and deep again. As I pick up the pace, it triggers another intense orgasm. She screams out in ecstasy: "God, I fucking love your huge-ass dick!"



We had sex for hours, exploring every corner of each other's bodies with intense and deep thrusting. She was a willing participant, eager to please me and make sure I enjoyed myself as much as she did. We talked dirty, we laughed, we moaned - our connection was deep and intense. And when it was all over, her vagina was extremely wet and throbbing from the hours of deep hard thrusting.



We cuddled together on the bed, falling asleep in each other's arms. As we were falling asleep, she thanked me for the amazing experience we shared. She commented on how she felt seen, heard, and understood.


The night had been everything she hoped for and more, and we both knew that our lives were forever changed by this experience. As I drifted off into a peaceful slumber with her in my arms, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of how much pleasure we shared together - not just physical pleasure, but emotional connection as well.