Dennis had bow legs and when we were kids back in North Carolina’s Black Mountains, the other kids used to pick on him endlessly. We used to call him “rain-bow”, “bow-boy”, “bowbilly”, and “The Tin Bow Man”. No one wanted to pick him to play and as we got older, the ridiculing got worse. In retrospect, if he ever forgave us kids would amaze me. Turned out he didn’t.

He had dark blond hair, was taller than the rest of us, with bright blue eyes. Dennis could ride a horse like few others and he spent most of his time as he got older on his family farm. I used to see him out there in the fields on the tractor, on his horse, loading hay, long after the rest of us had finished our chores and played.

I left the farm when I was 19, moved to Charlotte, and forgot all about tall Dennis and his bowed legs until one winter when I was back home for Christmas. I was 24 and met up with some of my old friends at a local juke joint. My buddies and I put away a lot of beer and local hooch. I probably shouldn’t have been driving my dad’s pick-up back to the farm that night but I was more stupid then.

I am 5’9”, a little on the stocky side but strong from years climbing the fields and working on the farm. I have black hair and blue eyes and am pretty hairy. My buds called me “Pretty boy” – which I hated – and had a round, firm, ass I secretly thought they wanted to fuck. My cock is uncut, more thick than long.

So this is a true story that happened in my late teens.

I grew up near a river and boys being boys a group of us use to go skinny dipping. Afterward, we would light a small fire to dry off, often comparing cocks, laughing at the occasional boner or semi one of is would get.

One summer afternoon, it was just me and a mate I’d known since we were kids. We went down to do some fishing, no bites so decided on a swim. As usual we stripped off and went for a swim, it was warm enough that we just chatted on the river bank naked to dry off. He was uncircumcised, I was cut. I’d always found foreskins fascinating since I didn’t have one. He noticed I was looking at his cock, he looked at me while I was staring at it. I asked if it looked like mine under the skin and he pulled it back revealing a slightly pink helmet. It looked cool the way it ruffled back and folded up behind his helmet.

Later that day we chatted about chicks and how far we’d gone, then put some porn on. I had just put some light sports shorts on which did little to hide my now hard cock. You could clearly see the ridge of my glans against the thin fabric. I noticed he was “adjusting” too.

We chatted about if we jerk off much and how much “stuff” comes out. We both agreed it would be cool to see what it felt like having another person jerking our cocks. We decided to play dares.

I dared him to sword fight with me, so we both got our cocks out that were so hard we had to push them down to point toward each other and slapped our helmets together.

Things moved on to touch my cock, then see who could last the longest while we jerked each other off.

As he touched my cock it felt amazing almost out of body. He spat into his palm to add to the dribble of precum and wrapped his hand around my shaft sliding his hand along it. It wasnt long before I shot the biggest load I can remember, most of it shot over his hand and hit his cock, I used my cum to finish jerking him off.

We never thought it was gay or nothing just good fun

(This is Part 2. Part one is here.)



I woke up slowly. My head didn’t hurt but it felt like my thoughts were lagging behind somehow. Probably the third round of scotch was overkill. No regrets.



Right?



I didn’t regret anything…did I?



I opened my eyes wide.



Holy shit. How did that even happen?



My naked body was tangled in blankets with pillows scattered around me. I’d clearly slept quite restlessly, but I barely remembered it. What I did remember was now practically screaming in my brain.



Todd. Naked. Holding my cock. Smiling at me. Holding me. Me holding him.



Fuck.



But he wasn’t there in my room with me, so…so obviously things wrapped up somehow. I remembered his arms around me, his body against me as we stood pressed together in the living room. I remembered we laughed a little. We cleaned up and just stayed naked together.



Right.



That’s why I had the second glass—to stay comfortable with that part.



The third came when I started thinking about my skin too much.



We’d spent a few hours eating whatever we could find that we didn’t need to cook and lounging on the couch. I remembered his loose balls and dick hanging across his leg as he draped himself like a model on the couch. And I remembered him letting me look and me not hiding my gawking.



I kept replaying his eyes fixed on me, that generous, entranced look he’d had. I needed to keep that in the front of my mind as I kept getting flashes of the night and how consumed I’d been by his presence. I had to remember…that he’d felt it too.



I finally threw a leg over the side of the bed and pushed myself upright. Standing, I saw my reflection in the mirror across the room, dimly lit by the morning seeping out through the edges of my curtains. I stopped. I stood and looked.



The warmth of the bed had left me loose and soft. My balls hung generously and my cock was slightly swollen as it always was in the morning. I ran my hands across my stomach, through the dark, coarse hair there, felt the ridge of my muscles and tried to see it the way Todd had seen it. I’d spent so long staring at my body in my life…never with the kind of attention he’d given me last night. Always with scorn or at least a critique. I let my hand down to my balls and tugged on them gently, just breathing with the sensation of my own hand and looking myself over. I almost felt ok with it all for a moment.



I heard a creak and rustle out beyond my door in the living room.



He was awake too.



I hesitated, considering my next move. I could just go out like this. I felt good about how my dick looked at that moment…why not capitalize on it?



And then I considered the possibility that I’d open the door to find him fully clothed and me just naked for no fucking reason. Even with everything we’d shared now, that seemed terrifying enough that, without even negotiating with myself, I had my flannel pants in-hand and was pulling them on quickly. I had a t-shirt nearly on, too, but I stopped.



It wasn’t cold. I didn’t need it. Maybe this time I could just…at least try to be this guy.



Shirtless, with my pajama pants strung loosely at my hips, the vague tops of my pubes even creeping out, I walked carefully over to the door. It wasn’t closed all the way. I eased it open silently with my fingers, just to see what I was walking out to first.



I saw Todd’s silhouette against the early light pouring in through the wide windows beside the fireplace. He looked just like he had last night…that stance, like a statue carved on the spot. He was firm, sharp, solid…and I realized after my eyes adjusted, he was naked. Standing in front of the wall of glass, staring out at the morning, the line of his tapered waist curving with his rounded ass and his broad shoulders gently rising and falling as he just seemed to be taking it all in.



I leaned against the doorframe for a minute and just stared, obscured by the shadow of the alcove.



His hand drifted in front of him for a moment, and the unmistakable rise and fall of his arm drew all of my attention. He turned ever so slightly. Just enough. The line of his rigid cock jutted out from his dark shape. I breathed deeply and rubbed my hand against my chest…to feel my own presence for a minute, or to maybe hope to calm my suddenly racing heartbeat. I watched him move slowly, mindlessly, his hand just rubbing and teasing his dick as he stood.



I let my hand drift down to paw at my pajama pants, feeling my own swelling cock against the soft fabric. I pushed my hand down behind the waistband and squeezed my penis with a downward force that made my glans swell against my fingers. I got very hard very fast.



“Hey,” I heard him say, even though he hadn’t turned around fully still.



“H-hi,” I said, my voice croaking with morning tightness.



“You sleep ok?” he asked, his hand still lazily pulling on his cock as he turned to face me now.



“Yeah, I think so,” I said, my hand still down my pants as I stood up straighter to meet his stance.



“I was worried that the last glass knocked you out,” he laughed softly, his voice still groggy with the morning too.



“No, I’m good,” I said, just letting my eyes wander over his hairy legs, his ass, his rising and falling chest, his draping balls and his erect cock.



He didn’t flinch. He just let me stare at him. He was staring back too. We were obviously tired, slow, easing into the morning—but there was already a magnetic energy emerging. I let it lure me forward and stepped slowly out of the doorframe and into the living room. He stepped toward me, too, holding his dick loosely. We met in the broad rectangle of sunlight that was now warming the floor. I could see him so much more clearly, and I felt the light bouncing off my bare chest just as his free hand came up and stroked my arm softly. He was smiling, but his eyes still looked sleepy.



“Nice way to start,” he said quietly.



“Yeah, it is,” I said.



I felt my pajama pants slip a little more with each motion. My ass was practically hanging out of them. My hand, still dragging on my cock slowly, was also pushing the flannel waistband down with every movement. Finally they just softly cascaded around my ankles and I stepped out of them.



“Even better,” he chuckled lightly.



Our eyes met. I smiled. He just looked transfixed.



To be here, like this, in the morning without the fatigue of the day or the fog of alcohol to soften my attention—it all felt so different than it had last night. Cleaner. Clearer. More focused. Our eyes lingered on one another in a way that seemed to take in everything that the frenzy of the night before had missed. I studied his face, the way his nostrils moved gently as he breathed, the fade of his hair into the stubble that covered his angular cheeks. His eyes seemed to be wandering over my face and beard and chest with the same deeply attuned awareness.



With one hand I slowly stroked myself, and with the other I rubbed and massaged his chest. He breathed heavily, and his free hand wandered up my arm, over my shoulder, to the back of my neck.



And before I knew what was happening, he pulled my face toward his and our lips met.



Oh shit. This was new.



The tip of his tongue met my own for a flash as our mouths locked together more forcefully. My hands went to his waist and held him close. Our cocks bumped against each other as he kept one hand gently on my neck and his other arm slid up my back to guide me in even closer. I felt the scratch of his stubble against my face. I’d never felt anything like that before. It made my cock surge to feel his roughness against my own, and yet also feel his soft, tender lips as we kissed slowly, deeply, breathing together. I heard a small groan swell from his throat as he was methodically grinding his cock against mine.



He pushed himself back for a second.



“Sorry…sorry, man, that was probably too much,” he gasped slightly with a nervous smile. “I just…kind of couldn’t help myself.”



“No, no…not too much,” I said, barely able to catch my breath as I felt my dick brush against his torso. “That was…I liked it.”



“Yeah?” he asked, smiling more widely with relief. “I…I wasn’t sure. But…couldn’t really help–“



I brought my hand up to his face and brushed it against his sharp jaw and the bristling hair there. He stopped talking and just stared into my eyes while I gently touched his stubble.



“This feels nice,” I said. “Different. But really nice.”



I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his again. He sighed heavily into my mouth and let me hug him closer. Our chests merged together as our arms encircled one another.



He laughed into my mouth a little as he leaned heavily against me, breathless and yet also powerful as I felt his muscles barely containing his energy.



“Fuck man,” he breathed, resting his forehead against mine. “I almost did that last night but…I didn’t want to freak you out. Even after…everything else…this feels like…I don’t know.”



“Like being wanted,” I said.



He sighed heavily as he held me close.



“Yeah,” he whispered. “And it makes me feel sort of wild.”



“I like when you lose control a little,” I chuckled, holding his shoulders as we breathed together, our cocks slowly grinding into one another.



He smiled and kissed my neck. Like he had the night before. I closed my eyes and groaned slightly as he gripped me with a kind of strength I could actually fall into a little.

And I could feel that he could hold me—not just a hug, but he could take the weight of me without wavering. That was a new feeling too.



I felt him shift, not pushing but guiding me back gently. I stepped backwards carefully, leaning against his unyielding arms, finding the hair on his forearms with my fingers as I let him release me down on the couch with a cushioned bounce onto my back.



Before I could even speak he was suddenly on top of me, straddling my thighs with his wide knees.



For a moment his hands rested on my firm chest and we just stared at each other. He breathed heavily, looking like he suddenly wasn’t sure if he quite knew how he got there.



“You ok?” I asked with a smile, feeling our leg hair brush together as he looked down at me.



He ran his hands slowly down my chest and over my stomach. His eyes followed his fingers as they swirled gently through my pubic hair and slid down on either side of my scrotum. He pushed his hips forward slightly and let his own balls rest on top of mine as his hands held everything together, our combined heat keeping us soft.



“I just…like to have you close like this,” said Todd. “Your body…your…your attention.”



“You definitely have my attention,” I laughed lightly as our cocks bounced off one another.



“I know,” he said earnestly. “It’s kind of all I’ve ever wanted…from the beginning I think.”



He looked into my eyes and a smile flickered across his face, but I could tell he suddenly felt like he’d said too much. Even now, like this, naked and touching and holding, he looked like he felt exposed.



I let my hands fall and grip his thighs, sliding our hips together firmly. Then with all my might I sat up, my abs tight as I let him shift around until I was sitting upright against the back of the couch and he still straddled me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, our cocks running up and down together.



“Kiss me again,” I said quietly. “Like you wanted to last night.”



His white teeth appeared through his smiling lips and his eyes were bright. He eagerly dove toward me and ran his hands over my smooth head as his mouth crashed into mine and his hips gyrated against me. I let my hands cover his firm ass as we moved slowly together. Our tongues pushed and swirled against one another as the weight of him forced my breath out hard and fast.



Oh.



This is what he meant.



Ok. Wow.



His hands left my head and started fumbling around on the couch for a moment while he refused to take his lips away. Finally I looked out of the corner of my eye to see that he was trying to find the bottle of lube from last night that was sandwiched beneath the pillows beside us.



I smiled in our unending kiss and reached over for it myself.



I popped it open and generously drizzled the shining liquid on our cocks. I closed it and tossed it aside. With my right hand, I wrapped my fist around our penises together, feeling the ridge of his swollen head slip and flick across my encircling fingers as he started moaning into my mouth and pushing a bit more frantically against me.



Holding our cocks together firmly, I humped slowly and deliberately. Todd backed away from my lips finally, his face a little red and his eyes wide. He panted heavily until he finally found the presence of mind to meet my pace. I could tell it was taking him more effort than he may have expected to slow down and stay with me. But as his mouth fell open and his hands rested on my shoulders, I could see he liked the intentionality. His eyes closed for a moment and his back arched as our throbbing cocks glided back and forth on one another, my hand holding them directly together. He took a few slow, humming breaths.



I just watched him.



Felt him.



Let him go wherever he was going for a minute.



His muscles twitched as he moved. His chest kept swelling and falling with a kind of vibration. His hairy, muscular stomach undulated when he pulled and pushed his cock against mine. His hand went up to his head and brushed his dark hair back as he sighed, his bicep flexing a little as his arm moved slowly. I felt my cock swell even more at the sight of his lithe but firm strength. He let himself follow my rising and falling hips, finally opening his eyes as his hands fell back onto my chest and brushed at my nipples gently.



Our breathing was louder, and we were both softly groaning and grunting with each push and stroke together. He kept one hand on my chest while the other slid down and cupped my balls while our penises continued to move along one another in sync.



He let go of my chest and brought his hand down to cover my fist. As we pumped into my hand, for a moment I thought he meant to take over, like he had last night. But instead his hand just gripped over mine, squeezing it to make the friction on our cocks that much more intense.



I groaned as he tightened my hand around our cocks with his own fingers. His other hand came up to encircle my fist now entirely. He held my grip with both of his hands, riding my lap and thrusting while our cocks slid together, faster, with his chest puffed and heaving.



“This feels…so…fucking…good,” he moaned, shaking his head in disbelief. “Whenever I see you like this, I just…it always just takes me in.



His smile flickered and relaxed as his eyes opened and closed while he rocked.



“Ughhhh…yeah, hold our cocks together” he whispered. “I love feeling you like this…”



He squeezed our hands together more as he breathed out his moans. Our balls rolled gingerly over one another as we moved together. I realized the slit of his dick was leaking precum generously, keeping the lube slick and smooth. The way his hands were held together squeezed his arms inward enough to push his pecs out even further.



“Oh god…” he breathed as his movements became longer, deeper, more forceful.



I felt the head of his cock slide along my frenulum rapidly as he was moving now with far more force. I couldn’t help but meet his motion with my own pushing and lunging enthusiasm. The wet, smacking sound of our dicks flying between our joined fists was getting louder and louder. My own cock head was fuller as I pumped as well.



With my free hand I reached up and rubbed his chest, moving all over until my fingers made their way up his neck and I held the back of his head softly. He leaned in with my gentle guidance until our faces nearly touched, his rapid breath against me. Our cheeks met.



“I…I’m gonna…” he breathed.



“Yeah, go, come on,” I whispered.



I pushed my mouth forward onto his as our tongues mashed into one another—thick, wet, firm, pressing together. He started thrusting wildly, moaning loudly while he kissed and sucked on my mouth.



“Fuck…fuck…oh god,” he panted.



He arched back again suddenly, his hands moving to my thighs, his chest broad and open to me as he pumped wildly.



“Oh shit!” I cried out.



I hadn’t realized how close I’d gotten until my body took over—jerking, pulsing, unraveling—as I thrusted more rapidly than he even was.



His eyes went wide.



All at once my hips bucked, my abs clenched, and my eyes went unfocused for a moment when I felt a thick burst of cum explode from my cock inside my hand, rocketing forward and streaming across Todd’s dick and pubes.



“Oh—uhhhhh—fuuuuck,” I breathed as more and more semen poured through my fingers, pushed out and mixed with lube as Todd kept thrusting vigorously.



“Don’t st…don’t…don’t let go,” he groaned as his shoulders started spasming rapidly.



His chest rose and then stayed full for a moment until he fell forward toward me.



“Ohhhhhh….god….ooooooohhhhhh”



His face rushed against mine and our lips met softly while he jerked and twisted and I felt the pulsing of his cock in my hand, against my own slightly softened dick. His cum spilled out, warmly running down my balls.



He fell fully against me and I caught him with both hands, my wet fingers against his firm back. He kept kissing me softly until the deep sigh between us seemed to collapse us both into each other.



Finally, after he seemed to recover his frame of mind, he rolled off me carefully and fell back onto the couch.



The wetness strung out across my leg as he moved to lie limply against the cushions with his arm falling toward the floor.



“Holy shit, man,” he breathed heavily as his firm leg stretched out across my lap.



“Yeah,” I said quietly, slowing my breath and turning to look at him spread out before me. His legs fell open widely as his glistening cock and balls spread across his thigh. It coaxed me in again. Without hesitation I bent and stretched toward him. His arms came up to meet me.



I let him hold me as I laid myself out broadly on top of him for a moment. I kissed his neck as he sighed and his long arms wrapped around me. Our legs entwined as I kissed his shoulders, his chest, his face—slowly, methodically, breathing deeply with each touch. He rubbed my back. Finally I slid limply beside him, between his strong, hairy body and the soft back of the couch. He turned slightly, letting me wedge in as he pressed his ass against my softened cock and the wetness across my torso. He wrapped my arm around him as we spooned quietly on the couch, staring at the morning light growing broadly across the living room floor. He took my hand and held it against his chest and we were just quiet. Together.



* * *

I’ll never forget the night my wife first cheated on me with my best friend. It was a typical Friday evening, and I had just gotten home from work, exhausted from a long day. My wife, Sarah, was supposed to be out with her girlfriends, or so I thought. As I walked into our bedroom to change out of my work clothes, I was met with a sight that would change my life forever.

Sarah and my best friend, Alex, were tangled up in our bed, their bodies wrapped around each other in a passionate embrace. Alex’s hands were all over Sarah’s body, caressing her curves and kissing her neck. At first, I felt a surge of anger and betrayal, but as I watched them, I realized that I wasn’t feeling the emotions I thought I should be feeling. Instead of rage and hurt, I felt a strange sensation of arousal and excitement.

I stood there, frozen in the doorway, as I tried to process what I was seeing. Sarah and Alex were so caught up in their passion that they didn’t even notice me standing there. I watched, mesmerized, as they made love, their bodies moving in perfect sync. It was like I was witnessing something beautiful, something that I couldn’t look away from.

As I stood there, I realized that I had a cuckold fetish. I had always been fascinated by the idea of watching my wife with other men, but I had never thought it was something I could actually experience. Now, as I watched Sarah and Alex, I felt a sense of excitement and thrill that I had never felt before.

Over the next few weeks, I found myself thinking about that night more and more. I couldn’t shake the feeling of arousal that I had felt, and I began to wonder if I could experience it again. I started to explore the world of cuckoldry, reading about it online and talking to other men who shared my desires.

Sarah and I had always had a good relationship, but after that night, things started to change. We began to talk more openly about our desires and fantasies, and I realized that she had been feeling unfulfilled in our relationship. She had been craving excitement and passion, and Alex had provided that for her.

As we talked, I realized that I wanted to explore this newfound desire with Sarah. I wanted to watch her with other men, to see her experience pleasure and passion with someone else. It was a strange and twisted desire, but it was something that I couldn’t ignore.

Sarah was hesitant at first, but as we talked more about it, she began to see the excitement in my eyes. She realized that this was something that I truly desired, and she was willing to explore it with me. We started to discuss the boundaries and rules of our new dynamic, and we decided that we would start slow.

We began by watching porn together, specifically cuckold porn. We would sit on the couch, watching as men watched their wives with other men. It was a strange and surreal experience, but it was also incredibly arousing. As we watched, I could feel my desire growing, and I knew that I was ready to take the next step.

The next step was to find a man for Sarah to be with. We decided to use a dating app, one that catered to couples looking for a third person to join their relationship. We created a profile, and soon we were flooded with messages from men who were interested in meeting us.

We met a few men, but none of them seemed right. They were either too pushy or too shy, and we knew that we needed someone who was confident and respectful. It wasn’t until we met Jack that we knew we had found the right person.

Jack was a tall, handsome man with a charming smile. He was confident and respectful, and he seemed to understand our dynamic perfectly. We met him for coffee, and as we talked, I could feel the excitement building inside me.

As we finished our coffee, Jack leaned over and kissed Sarah. It was a gentle, soft kiss, but it was enough to send shivers down my spine. I watched, mesmerized, as they kissed, and I knew that I was ready to take the next step.

We invited Jack back to our place, and as we sat on the couch, I could feel the tension building. Sarah and Jack started to kiss again, and this time it was more passionate. I watched, my heart racing, as they made out, their bodies pressed together.

As they kissed, I realized that I was experiencing the thrill of cuckoldry. I was watching my wife with another man, and it was exhilarating. I felt a sense of excitement and arousal that I had never felt before, and I knew that I was hooked.

As the night went on, Sarah and Jack’s passion grew. They started to undress each other, and soon they were making love on our couch. I watched, my eyes glued to the scene in front of me, as they moved in perfect sync.

It was a strange and surreal experience, but it was also incredibly arousing. I felt like I was living out a fantasy, one that I had never thought I could experience. As I watched Sarah and Jack, I knew that I had discovered a newfound desire, one that I would never be able to ignore again.

As the night came to a close, Sarah and Jack got dressed and left. I was left alone, my mind reeling with thoughts and emotions. I realized that I had discovered a newfound desire, one that I would never be able to ignore again. I was a cuckold, and I was excited to see where this journey would take me.

I have told this tale before but quite a while ago ...... I was holidaying in Spain when ,having retired early , I got up and went for a pee . Being in a strange room for the 1st night I got my bearings wrong and instead of finding the loo , I left the flat NAKED. My predicament became obvious the moment the flat door slammed shut behind me . I tried everything to get back in without success , when the door to the flat opposite opened and a guy looked at my plight and smiled .

He opened the door wider and said " come in " and my relief was plain , until of course I ended up facing his gorgeous wife who was lying in bed smiling . The guy who. I now knew as Steven said he would go down and get me a replacement key winked as he left the room

Seeing his wife " Julia's body was so unexpected I developed a full blown erection in seconds and tried to hide it , she laughed and told me they were naturists and liked the human body and with that she stripped off too and patting the bed beside her , invited me in .

Two minutes later when Steven came back , he smiled broadly and announced that the office was shut on weekends and that I was stuck with them ...... talk about elation hhhh Steven to my surprise only had a dressing gown on , which was quickly discarded also revealing a nice thick cock which he invited me to admire at close range but after a quick feel I soon found out that Julia called the shots and only allowed him little treats ( of my cock ) she was the mistress She even grasped his hand when she wanted him to wank me off ,or forced his head down to suck me !!!!

God , the things we did in the next 6 days were amazing I only went back to my flat to shower , then dash back with a massive hardon that was a fabulous intro to swinging xxx

as its april 1st i figured i would share a tale of an april fools prank gone wrong, or right i suppose

i have a dear friend, late bloomer when it comes to sex, so didnt realise he had a big dick til he was older

this discovery made him a little unbearable, becoming "the guy with the big cock"

on all his profiles he listed himself as "approx 9 inches" so i hatched a plan, to gently show him while it is great to have a big dick and be proud of it, theres more to life

the plan was to invite him over, suggest we measure him to confirm his size for when guys ask, id tell him he wasnt 9 inches he was 8, april fools it is 9 inches but see it doesnt matter in the grand scheme of things eh

so i suggest we measure him, hes keen, being curious himself about his size, i place the tape measure, then i place it again

my plan goes out the window because the outcome was not what i expected

he was indeed not 9 inches, he was 10

so any plan to deflate his ego was shot, and instead his ego swelled even bigger

he decided to stick to stating his size as "9 inches" to avoid aggro but know the truth inside and ended up pounding me face down ass up

Same prompts, two different AI
Chapter 1: Background

The water still felt like home.

Will Reynolds dragged himself out of the pool, his muscles burning, his lungs aching. The chlorine stung his eyes, but he didn’t mind—it was a familiar pain, one he had known for years. He wiped his face with a towel and glanced around the empty Yale natatorium. Four years of early mornings, brutal drills, and crushing victories—and now, it was over.

His phone buzzed in his bag. Another message from his father. "Did you sign the offer yet?"

Will exhaled sharply. The job was good—great, even. A junior analyst position at a Boston investment firm, a respectable salary, a clear path forward. But it wasn’t water polo. It wasn’t the adrenaline of a tied game in the final quarter, the roar of the crowd, the weight of the captain’s cap on his head.

He typed back: "Yes. Starting next month."

His father’s reply was instant. "Good. You’ll thank me later."

Will shoved the phone back into his bag. He knew his father was right. Making a living as a water polo player was near impossible—no real professional league, no sponsorships, just a handful of semi-pro teams in Europe that barely paid enough to cover rent. College had been his peak, and now it was time to move on.

But Boston wasn’t just about the job.

There was another reason.

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The Boston Club was a relic of another era.

Tucked away on Beacon Hill, behind an unassuming brick façade, it was a place where old money gathered—CEOs, heirs, senators, the kind of men who never had to Google the price of anything. Membership was strictly reserved for those born into power or those who had clawed their way to it. The unofficial requirements? Either come from a family worth nine figures or earn half a million a year.

Unless, of course, you were a water polo player.

Ten years ago, Daniel "Dan" Montgomery—heir to the Home Depot dynasty and a former Princeton water polo captain—had found himself in the same position as Will. Fresh out of college, forced into a suit, mourning the loss of the sport he loved. So he pulled strings. Called in favors. And somehow, he made it happen: any former college water polo player could join the Boston Club—provided they showed up every Saturday for training.

It wasn’t a league. It wasn’t professional. But it was something.

And for Will, it was the only thing left.

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The train to Boston left in three hours.

Will zipped up his duffel bag, took one last look at his empty dorm room, and closed the door behind him.

He had no idea what waited for him in the city.

But he knew one thing for sure.

He wasn’t done with the water yet.

End of Chapter 1
Chapter 2: The Natatorium

The first thing Will noticed was the smell.

Chlorine, yes—but underneath it, something older. Polished wood, aged tile, the faint metallic tang of pipes that had been running for a century. The Boston Club’s natatorium was a relic, preserved in time but meticulously maintained, like a vintage car with a brand-new engine.

He stepped through the arched doorway and stopped.

The space was vast, cavernous, lit by the cool glow of underwater pool lights and the soft gold of antique sconces along the walls. Two pools dominated the center—one Olympic-length, fifty meters of pristine blue, the other a twenty-five-meter sprint pool. The water was so clear it looked like glass.

But what struck him most was the openness of it all.

No partitions. No locker rooms. Just rows of showerheads mounted on the far wall, facing the pools, their silver nozzles gleaming under the light.

Will had heard the stories, of course. The Boston Club’s natatorium was infamous among former college players. Built in the 1920s, back when men swam nude—before chlorination made suits a necessity rather than a courtesy. The showers were out in the open by design, a holdover from an era when hygiene officers watched to ensure every swimmer rinsed off before entering the water.

Now, the tradition remained.

A few men were already there. Some lounged on the tile deck, towels slung over their shoulders, chatting in low voices. Others stood under the showers, water sluicing off bare skin. A handful cut through the pools in smooth, powerful strokes—naked, effortless, as if the water were an extension of themselves.

Will hesitated at the edge.

“First time?”

The voice came from his left. A man in his late thirties, lean but broad-shouldered, with the kind of tan that spoke of years spent outdoors. He was drying his hair with a towel, utterly at ease in his own skin.

Will nodded. “Will Reynolds. Yale.”

“Ah, another Ivy Leaguer.” The man grinned. “Dan Montgomery. Princeton. But don’t hold that against me.”

Dan Montgomery. The heir. The one who’d made this place possible.

Will shook his hand. “I’ve heard of you.”

“All good things, I hope.” Dan tossed the towel aside and nodded toward the showers. “You’ll want to rinse off first. House rules.”

Will swallowed. He’d known this was part of it—the tradition, the unspoken code. But knowing and doing were different things.

Still, he wasn’t about to back down.

He walked to the showers, stripped off his clothes, and stepped under the spray. The water was warm, almost too hot, but it eased the tension in his shoulders. Around him, the murmur of conversation continued, no one sparing him a second glance.

This was normal here.

This was how it had always been.

Dan joined him a moment later, turning on the shower next to his. “So,” he said, soaping up with practiced ease, “you here for the water polo or the networking?”

Will smirked. “Is that a trick question?”

Dan laughed. “Smart kid.” He rinsed off and nodded toward the pool. “Come on. Let’s see if Yale taught you how to swim.”

Will followed him into the water—naked, weightless, free.

For the first time since graduation, it felt like he belonged somewhere.

End of Chapter 2

Chapter 3: First Day

Will stood in front of his assigned locker, fingers hesitating on the button of his jeans.

The air in the natatorium was warm, thick with humidity and the faint, ever-present scent of chlorine. Around him, men moved with easy familiarity—tossing clothes into lockers, slinging towels over shoulders, chatting as they made their way to the showers. None of them seemed to think twice about their nudity.

Will took a slow breath.

It’s just a bigger locker room, he told himself. You’ve done this a hundred times.

But Yale’s locker room had stalls. Privacy. A quick, efficient transition from street clothes to swim gear. Here, there was no swim gear. Just skin.

He stripped down to his boxer briefs before pausing. Muscle memory kicked in—he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist.

Then he glanced around.

No one else had bothered.

A guy a few lockers down—early thirties, dark hair, the kind of shoulders that came from years of water polo—noticed his hesitation and smirked. “First-timer?”

Will cleared his throat. “That obvious?”

The guy shrugged. “You’ll get used to it.” He grabbed his towel—holding it, not wearing it—and headed toward the showers.

Will exhaled. Right. No point in half-measures.

He unwrapped the towel, tossed it over his shoulder, and followed.

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The showers were worse.

Not because anyone cared—no one even looked at him—but because the act of standing there, naked under the spray, in full view of the entire natatorium, felt deliberate. Like a test.

He kept his eyes forward, rinsed off quickly, and reached for his towel again.

Old habits died hard. He wrapped it around his waist before he even realized what he was doing.

Then it hit him: There’s nothing to change into.

He was just going to take the towel off again.

A quiet laugh came from behind him. Dan Montgomery leaned against the tiled wall, arms crossed, watching with amused eyes. “You’re overthinking it, Reynolds.”

Will grimaced. “Yeah. I’m noticing that.”

Dan pushed off the wall and dropped his own towel onto a bench. “Here’s the thing about this place,” he said, stepping toward the pool. “Nobody cares if you’re naked. But they do care if you’re awkward about it.”

Will watched him go—confident, effortless, like every inch of this place belonged to him.

Then he unwrapped the towel and followed.

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The water was perfect. Cool but not cold, buoyant, welcoming. Will pushed off the wall, letting the tension in his shoulders dissolve as he cut through the surface.

Around him, the other players warmed up—some swimming laps, others passing a ball, all of them as comfortable in their skin as they were in the water.

No one stared. No one commented.

It was just water polo.

Just the game.

By the time practice ended, Will had forgotten he was naked at all.

Will's bare feet slapped against the wet tile as he stepped out of the pool for the third time that afternoon. Water streamed down his body as he reached for his towel—then stopped himself just in time.

Hair only.

He grabbed the towel and ran it roughly over his head, letting it drape around his neck afterward. All around him, the other players did the same—standing casually in their nakedness, towels hanging from their hands or shoulders like afterthoughts rather than shields.

It was surreal.

During drills, when they'd clamber out to adjust equipment or switch sides, no one made any attempt to cover up. They'd stand there dripping wet, laughing about a missed shot or debating strategy, completely at ease while Will fought the instinct to cross his arms or turn slightly sideways.

The most jarring moment came when one of the older members—a silver-haired man in his fifties with the build of a former Olympian—walked right past him to grab a water bottle, casually swinging his towel by his side like it was a briefcase rather than something meant for modesty. Will had to consciously keep his eyes at face level.

"Relax, Yale," Dan said, appearing beside him with a grin. "We're all just meat sacks here." He punctuated this by slapping Will's bare shoulder with a wet hand.

Will forced a laugh, acutely aware of how his own towel hung uselessly around his neck while Dan's rested on the bench five feet away. He watched as another player emerged from the pool and immediately began vigorously drying his hair, water flying everywhere, making no attempt to cover himself as he walked to the whiteboard to diagram a play.

This is normal here, Will reminded himself. You're the odd one for caring.

By their final water break, Will managed to leave his towel on the bench when he got out. He still felt hyper-aware of his nakedness, but no one so much as glanced his way as he stood there, hands at his sides, discussing zone defense strategies with two other players.

When practice finally ended and they all headed to the showers, Will didn't reach for his towel until his hair was actually wet. Small victories.

In 2015, it had been nearly 15 years since I'd had a sexual experience with another man, let alone even seen a naked penis in real life. In this same year I had both sold my successful business and broken up with my long term girlfriend, both of nearly 12 years! I felt like I was finally free to explore some of my old passions. One night while out on the Vegas strip with a friend, an attractive woman handed us a promotional flyer for escorts. This is a pretty common occurrence in Vegas, so I politely pocketed it and forgot about it. When I got home later that night I emptied my pockets and came across the flyer again. On the first side were some typical looking female escorts - blondes with large breasts and fit figures. When I turned to the back I was surprised to see the flyer also included gay men! The featured men named "Diesel", "Wayne", and "Geoff" were all tall, muscular, and had big hanging cocks. "Wayne" specifically stood out to me. He had a badass alpha male look with a shaved bald head, dark aviator glasses, and a domineering pose with his big white cock hanging far down between his thighs in front of two heavy looking kiwi sized balls. Next to Wayne's phone number was the call-to-action, "Your Big Dick Experience Tonight!".

The image of Wayne and the ad for "Your Big Dick Experience Tonight" stuck in my head for days. Finally I worked up the courage to just call the number.

"Um, hi, I'm looking for Wayne?", I asked.
"Sorry, Wayne is out for the night, can I interest you in someone else hunny?", replied an attractive sounding female phone operator.
"Oh, no, sorry, that's ok.", I replied.
"Just so you know, Wayne will be available this Thursday evening! His rate is $250 per hour, or $2,500 for the night. Does that interest you hunny?" The operator continued.
"Yes." I replied, horny and eager, and almost without thinking.
"Great! I'll take your info and we'll get you connected with Wayne!" She went on.

After ironing out the details, I decided to book a hotel suite on the strip for later that Thursday night and arrived about an hour before Wayne to check in. Right at the agreed upon time, there was a knock at the door. Through the peephole I could see it was Wayne, exactly as advertised. I opened the door.

"Todd?", he asked.
"Yes, hi! Wayne?", I replied.
"How are you doing tonight man?", he asked as I opened the door for him.
"I'm great. I little nervous I guess." I admitted.
"Yea, more horny than nervous I bet, huh?" Wayne winked, grabbing his massive package through his jeans.

We didn't speak much beyond that. I was mesmerized by Wayne and let him take over. He told me to sit down on the bed and I did as he began to strip in front of me. As he took down his jeans, he revealed a tiny pair of bikini briefs barely containing his ball sack, let alone his massively protruding snake. As he pulled down the briefs, his heavy flaccid cock bounced out and hung with his kiwi sized balls just like in the ad. I couldn't stop staring. I then took off all of my clothes as Wayne watched and smiled.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, Wayne walked towards me until he stood right between my legs with his monster cock in my face. The combination of Wayne's sexy cologne and man musk became intoxicating. Wayne reached down and ran his fingers through my hair.

"You gonna suck that big dick like a good little faggot?"
"Yes sir!" I responded confidently, without a second thought.

I hadn't sucked a cock in 15 years and the last one was less than half the size of Wayne's, but it didn't matter. My urges had taken over and again without thinking I'd already begun licking and kissing the big fat head of Wayne's cock as it steadily pulsed to erection. I cupped his heavy balls and felt their weight in my hand as I looked up into his eyes continuing to kiss his ever growing cock head.

"Eager fucker aren't you?" Wayne commented.

I smiled and buried my head into his crotch, taking one of his XL testicles into my mouth and making it wet. Then the other. I then ran my hot wet tongue over his sack and up the shaft of his now pulsating erection until I ended back up at Wayne's cock head again. Turned on by all this, Wayne grabbed the back of my neck hard, forcing me to look up at him.

"I'm gonna fuck your throat with this big dick faggot!"

I opened my mouth as wide as I possibly could, giving him my full invitation, and without any hesitation he pushed his hard throbbing dick into my hot wet mouth and across my horny tongue. My mouth quickly began to stretch to the point of pain as my lips met his girthiest section. At that same time his cock head reached the back of my throat and threatened to send me into a gagging fit. He paused for a moment as if to feel out whether I was going to take it or wimp out when I again surprised myself by instinctively grabbing his cheeks with both hands and pulling him harder into me. My jaw dropped and my lips stretched to their maximum as his cock head penetrated my throat and began sliding down. I winced hard but kept breathing steadily through my nose, keeping myself relaxed, and managed to avoid gagging. With my eyes closed tightly, I then felt my lips touch the base where his cock meets his body.

Wayne let out a deep guttural moan proclaiming "Fuuuuck yes!". His entire rock hard dick had somehow disappeared in my mouth and down my throat. Tears streamed from my closed eyes as I struggled hard not to gag. Wayne began to pull back, running the length of his dick across my wet hot tongue again til the head was at my lips once more. Then he thrust deep in again til my lips met his body again. Out then back in. Out then back in. A little faster. Then a little faster. Wayne was going to fuck my mouth balls deep til he came in my stomach! I gripped his butt cheeks hard as I took his entire cock with every thrust. My mouth and jaw ached, but the experience was worth it. Soon his balls began banging into my chin with a hearty slap and he was in full fuck mode.

I had fully expected to stay gripped on to him for dear life until his cum came splashing down my throat when he suddenly pulled out and pushed me back on to the bed, lifting my legs up onto his chest and spreading them wide in one swift motion, forcefully pushing himself in between until his soaking wet cock head was between my cheeks and pressing against my virgin fuck hole. I thought we'd be easing into the anal part - I hadn't been able to tell him yet that I'd only sucked dick a couple of times before and had never tried anal! Regardless, Wayne thrust forward applying intense pressure to my virgin hole. The pressure was so intense I thought there was no way this was going to possibly work out, when my hole stretched for him and let his entire cock slide into my body, stretching my virgin anus hard. I yelped loudly in pain, struggling to get comfortable on the bed while Wayne began thrusting like an animal, pounding into my ass like a piston. I was in shock from the painful stretching pressure and the euphoric feeling of his throbbing cock head so deep inside my body. Wayne grunted and moaned like a beast plowing into me over and over. I was in an absolute state of shock and didn't even hear him the first two times he asked... then finally in a loud shouting voice I heard, "ASS OR MOUTH FAGGOT?"

"Ass..." I whimpered, immediately feeling him thrust balls deep inside of me while grabbing my thighs and holding them tight against his body.

"Fuuucckkkkkk...", he grunted, as a feeling I can barely describe overwhelmed me. His penis began to erupt, shooting his thick hot sperm filled semen deep into my body over and over and over again.. 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 or more powerful alpha cock shots of load deep inside my body. The feeling was as intense as the stretching pain, which had almost numbed at this point.

Wayne slipped out of my ass and fell back onto the sofa across from the bed, catching his breath with a big smile on his face. I immediately felt the room temperature air hit my gaped hole and the intense warmth of his semen oozing out of me. (What the fuck?), I thought.. (He just fucking nutted in me without a condom!!), I suddenly realized.

I too gasped for air, struggling to sit back up on the bed.

"What the fuck was that man?", I demanded.

"What?", Wayne asked confused.

"You just force fuck me like that and then cum inside me without asking??? Without a condom???", I yelled.

"What man - you gonna tell me that wasn't what you wanted? You started up with me like some super eager faggot... I just figured I'd give you the full treatment!", Wayne explained.

I was at a loss for words. The experience was incredible, just farther than I thought I'd go that night - or possibly any night. All in, Wayne had only lasted about 20 minutes inside my tight virgin hole, so he only asked for a single hour's rate. I paid him and he left while I was still a bit pissed about what had happened.

The next morning both my jaw and my hole ached something fierce. I'd gotten the "Big Dick Experience" all right! (Ok), I thought, (you've experienced it, now its time to move on)! Little did I know that the cravings for future experiences were far from over!

Train Driver 01

Hunter's father was a train driver, so when Hunter grew up, he also became a train driver.
This was not a job choice inherited from his family, but because Hunter really liked trains.
So when Hunter's father put young Hunter in front of the locomotive for the first time, Hunter fell in love with it.

Sometimes Hunter couldn't help thinking that when he saw it for the first time, he might have liked it because of his worship of the penis.
And now Hunter likes it, probably because he thinks that using the locomotive to describe a powerful man is the most appropriate.
They have a lot in common, such as the same steel body, strong, full of power, and beautiful lines,
which often makes Hunter think of a sweaty male body or an erect penis.
Especially the big smoke on the locomotive. Whenever the train whistle sounds and spews out billowing smoke,
Hunter's mind always emerges with the scene of a strong man screaming passionately and spraying the thick juice of life.

So Hunter chose a train-related subject to enter university without hesitation after graduating from high school,
and then joined the railway industry without hesitation and became a train driver.

Of course, the whole process was not smooth, especially after a long period of study and education, even the greatest pleasure would become boring.

It is said that university is a hotbed of sex, and everyone can mate and squander their youth in these years without restraint.

This is true, but it is about men and women, not men.

What's more, Hunter's hobbies are quite special. Not only does he like men, but he also likes uncles over 30 years old.

Unfortunately, Hunter has no love for those college seniors or juniors whose male hormones are so overflowing, but whose pubic hair looks immature.

Hunter loses interest when he thinks of reaching out to touch those white and tender bamboo shoots that look like they have just been unearthed and peeled.

So, four years of college were wasted - of course, I mean in terms of sex, Hunter's academic performance was excellent.

The only memorable thing was the night when Hunters could grow up to be train driver trainees.

-

That night, a total of 21 students, including Hunter, successfully became trainees.

The other unfortunate ones had to review for another year before they could take the trainee exam again.
Despite this, 21 students passed the exam, which was a great harvest in recent years.
So at least 50 official train drivers joined the ranks of Hunters, and celebrated with Hunters the good result of 21 students passing the exam.

The celebration started at 8 o'clock.
The general pattern was a bunch of old and young men holding beer and drinking hard around the campfire, drinking as much as they could to death.

Hunter was bored counting the stars all night, surprised that after so many years they could still yearn to emit cold light - no passion, no humanity, but still happy to radiate each other. Maybe if it has a gender, it is male, otherwise why does it like to shoot so much? Of course, more often Hunter was holding beer with a group of hot-headed Straights around the campfire talking about women's menstrual cycle and the relationship between their measurements and sexual desire.

Although Hunter did not think that big breasts and big buttocks had any direct connection with the standard menstruation every 28 days, Hunter had to force a smile to show that he had great sexual interest in them. Finally, Hunter was really bored and left with an excuse. Because although Hunter could not discuss with others what shape of penis could arouse more sexual desire, or what style of glans could press the prostate deep inside the body, but Hunter could at least walk away to watch the stars.

Relatively speaking, this is at least more meaningful than discussing whether the shape of the labia minora is like a piece of rotten meat or a flower, although Hunter thinks it is more like a flower.

The stars in the night sky are still so indifferent. Hunter has told them his thoughts and secrets countless times, and they are still as indifferent and faithful to Hunter's secrets.
If making a wish to them can really come true, then Hunter will make a wish now,
Will they give him a man who loves and cares for him?

Hunter knows that his requirements are a bit high. This is a common problem among gays. They all hope that their men look like the sun god Apollo.
But Hunter still hopes that he has broad shoulders and narrow hips, a thin body, a height of 1.8 meters, dark brown eyes,
a thick head of slightly curly black hair, slender limbs, and slightly dark skin...
The most important thing is that he must have a huge and hard penis.
As long as you are gay, no one doesn't like huge guys, and the degree of obsession is just different.

While he was there, grinning and fantasizing, someone suddenly asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Hunter turned his head suddenly and was met with a pair of dark brown eyes.

Dark black eyes... and thick, slightly curly black hair!

"How old are you?" Hunter blurted out, his eyes sliding towards his crotch.

"At least older than you." The man was holding a beer bottle upside down, half of his face was hidden in the firelight, and there was an indescribable sexiness.

What did I say just now?

Hunter explained in a panic, "That's not what I meant. I was asking how old you are this year?"
He moved his eyes from bottom to top with regret, and the firelight flickered, hiding everything Hunter wanted to see in the shadows, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"What did you mean just now?" The man grinned, and the laughter resonated in his chest: "I am thirty-three this year, of course I am older than you."

Looking at his eyes, Hunter's mind was in a mess, and he felt his face burning. He said randomly:
"Thirty? Mature is good... Thirty-three years old looks so young and sexy, eh? Oh? Ha! I didn't say anything!
What brand of aftershave do you use? It smells so good?"

Puff! The man sprayed out all the beer in his mouth and began to look at Hunter with a weird look.

Looking at his suspicious eyes, Hunter almost ran away!

Damn beer, damn stars, damn wishes, and those damn dark brown eyes!

Very good, they exposed all the secrets that they had hidden for nearly twenty years!

This question... Anyone who can ask another man such a question is either a G or a psychopath!

Hunter took a deep breath and grabbed the bottle with all his strength, ready to endure the embarrassing questioning and endless contempt that followed.
Because he felt that... although people like him also had normal emotions... but... people like him always hide their true feelings.

"You... are so cute." The man began to laugh, and leaned against Hunter uncontrollably.
Hunter could see that he was a little drunk.

"You... eh? Ah..." Hunter began to scratch his head, not knowing what to say.
Because none of the things Hunter expected came.
Hunter only knew that his body was indescribably strong,
and the thin fabric allowed Hunter to feel the muscle texture and body temperature under the clothes.

"Ouch!" The man staggered, stretched out an arm to wrap around Hunter's waist, and laughed loudly:
"I'm drunk... but... although my mind is not very clear, I still know... there is something wrong with you, kid!"
At the end, he pinched Hunter's waist hard.

Hunter shivered uncontrollably as if he was electrocuted. He lowered his voice and asked:
"It's itchy! What are you doing? I don't recognize you."

The man turned the empty bottle upside down and tapped Hunter's head, saying:
"I don't recognize you either. I just saw you staring blankly at the side, and couldn't help but come over to ask.
It's really heartbreaking to see such a pretty face with a gloomy expression! Ha!"

This... should be a tease, right? Ha?

The burning feeling on his face came all at once! Hunter said angrily: "You are sick!"

Unexpectedly, the man nodded seriously and said seriously:
"I am sick. Because Hunter is so urgent to pee now, he has become sick.
If you don't go to pee, I plan to shoot directly at the bonfire.
I want to see whether it burns more fiercely or my firepower is strong enough!"

"You are drunk!" Hunter grabbed him and stopped him from moving towards the fire.

Hunter didn't use much force, but the man fell over softly, and fell into Hunter's arms.

"Hi." He looked up at Hunter, and that naughty smile began to appear on his face again.
"I have no strength. If you don't help me to pee, I promise I will solve this problem on the spot."
The man leaned over and put his mouth to Hunter's ear, whispering.
Although the man's face was shaved, there were still some invisible beard stubbles under the cover of the night that made Hunter itchy and painful.

"You want to die, don't you!" Hunter grabbed his hand that was starting to zip up his crotch, and said angrily:
"Do you have water on your brain? Dare to pee here? Be careful to let it be cut off!"

"I'll give you the cut one." He smiled nonchalantly: "Hurry up, it's coming out!"

Hunter knew what he meant by coming out,
but his mind couldn't help but flash through the picture of his passionate ejaculation in his mind.
"Stand still! Don't move! You're so big, I can't hold you if you move."
Hunter shouted in a low voice, carefully holding the man's arm and walking towards the distant corner.

"So fierce! Really like my mother..." The man muttered in a low voice, obediently leaning on Hunter and walking towards the destination.

The noise of the crowd gradually faded away, Hunter helped him walk to the corner, and whispered: "Okay, start zipping."

The man threw away the bottle, glared at Hunter with some anger,
and began to stretch out a hand to touch up and down the lower part, randomly looking for the zipper.

There was no firelight, but the moonlight was clear and bright.
Hunter clearly saw how his palm stroked the crotch.
It first pressed against the fabric, then slid to the left, then to the right, and then moved down to the crotch.

When he pressed down with his palm, the skin was pressed down, but the fabric at the penis could not be pressed down, so it stood out, forming a cucumber-shaped protrusion. Sure enough... it was huge! Although Hunter could see that it was still soft and the head was pointing to the left thigh, Hunter could still distinguish the position of the head and the shaft, as well as the amazing size when they were added together.

This is a true story still going on...

I was a broken man when I met Gina. At 53, my body was ravaged by SPMS, my mind clouded by alcohol and porn addiction. I couldn’t walk, confined to an electric wheelchair, navigating the streets of Portland with a sense of futility. I ended up in the hospital again. That’s where I met Regina. She was a vision of beauty, with her c-cup breasts and petite frame, but she was dangerously underweight. We bonded over our shared misfortunes, and slowly, Regina began to bring me back to life.

She introduced me to God, and with her guidance, I started to overcome my addictions. The wheelchair became a thing of the past as I learned to walk again. We courted for two years, pushing the boundaries of our abstinence to the limit kissing and heavy petting, but never crossing the line. It was torture, but it made our eventual union that much sweeter.

On our wedding night, I knew that Gina was a virgin. Her tight, untouched body was a revelation as I claimed her as my wife. We made love for hours, my stamina enhanced by the daily Cialis I took. But even with my prolonged hardness, it was difficult for me to reach orgasm. Regina was patient, understanding, and always eager to please.

Now, nine years later, we run a small cafe together in a quiet town. Our sex life is as vibrant as ever, with Gina initiating sex 3-4 times a week, sometimes twice in one day. I can only perform on my back, but the passion between us is undiminished.

One particularly steamy morning, Gina woke me with her hand wrapped around my cock. I groaned, my morning wood quickly hardening to full mast. She stroked me rhythmically both overhand and underhand until we was at the edge of cumming. I tangled my fingers in her hair, asshe stroked my throbbing cock up and down.
“Good morning, husband,” she purred, releasing my cock from her hand. “I thought you could use a little wake-up call.”
Before I could respond, she straddled me, positioning herself above my throbbing member. With one swift motion, she impaled herself on my cock, her tight walls gripping me like a vise. I groaned, my hips bucking instinctively as she began to ride me.
Regina leaned forward, her breasts swaying hypnotically as she moved. I reached up, cupping the soft mounds in my hands, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped, her pace quickening as I teased her sensitive peaks.
“Oh, William,” she moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “You feel so good inside me.”
I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as my cock throbbed within her. But just as I was about to spill my seed, Gina lifted herself off me, leaving me bereft and aching.
“Patience, my love,” she whispered, a sly smile on her lips. “I want to make this last.”
She turned around, presenting her ass to me as she lowered herself back onto my cock. I groaned at the new sensation, my hands gripping her hips as she rode me reverse cowgirl style. The view of her ass bouncing on my cock was almost too much to bear.
Gina reached back, her fingers finding her clit as she ground herself against me. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she chased her own release. I could feel her walls fluttering around my cock, her body tensing as she neared the edge.
“Come for me, Gina,” I urged, my voice strained with the effort of holding back my own orgasm. “Let go, baby.”
With a cry of ecstasy, Gina came undone, her body shaking with the force of her climax. Her muscles contracted around me, milking my cock as I finally found my own release, spilling my seed deep inside her.
We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. Gina curled up beside me, her head resting on my chest as I stroked her hair.
“I love you, WildWillie” she murmured, her voice heavy with contentment. “Thank you for saving me.”
I smiled, pulling her closer. “No, Gina. You saved me. You gave me a reason to live, to love, to feel again. I am forever grateful for you.”
As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I knew that I was the luckiest man alive. With Gina by my side, I could face anything – even the challenges of my disability and the demands of our busy life. Together, we had found not just love, but redemption.

Chapter 1

I can't believe it!

This is the best way to start this story.

I. Can't. Believe. It.

I had previously written fictional stories from another account, but I hit a creative block and decided to delete everything. This story that I'm about to tell will sound almost impossible, but it is completely true and is just unfolding in my life, which makes it even crazier. I had always imagined a thousand scenarios in which something sexual could happen with an unattainable guy, but I had never imagined this specific scenario, much less with me as the protagonist.

For months, I had been using a finsta to follow guys I found extremely attractive and whom I didn't dare follow from my personal account. I rarely followed guys from my country because I hardly ever found them attractive—until I found Raúl.

Raúl was as if someone had taken the time to design my exact weakness, sexual weakness. Gym addict, light brown skin, in his photos he looked quite tall (approximately 6’5 feet, according to him, which I later confirmed), muscular, and with very masculine facial features. His body looked solid, with broad shoulders and veins visible on his arms. I would stare dumbfounded at his pecs in his stories, imagining touching him and feeling and tasting that hot, sweaty skin after a workout. Inevitably, I couldn't help but touch myself down there. He was fucking hot, and I’m sure he well knew it—he was quite arrogant and egotistical. He made the most of his body, judging by the angles in which he took his photos, despite seeming like a guy who was quite reserved when it came to online interaction, having around 1.5k followers while following only 16 people, with no photos on his feed but a few in his highlights—just enough to make me drool with desire at each of his few five pictures.

I started reacting to his sporadic stories with emojis or the common "so hot," harmless comments, being the typical simp who was constantly ignored. I won't lie and say it happened quickly because it didn't—it took me some time to get a 10/10 guy to respond to a finsta with 0 photos, a random and stupid bio description, following 120 people, and having 10 followers.

But one random day, he posted a photo at the gym, flexing his biceps, and I had the brilliant idea of complimenting his hard work.

Me: "Great body I can see all the effort put into it. Greek god "

And yes, that’s how stupid my message was. An entire day passed without a response, and I was already considering stopping wasting my time and closing the finsta. I wasn't seeing any results besides losing time scrolling through an endless number of insanely attractive guys who probably received many similar messages to mine and ignored them. I was planning to delete the account that same night until I received a notification that made my pulse race.

Raúl: "Thanks bro "

I must admit that when I read that message, I froze. I didn't know how to continue the conversation, so I made the mistake of starting to ask him everyday questions (I hope you all learn from my successes and failures), like asking if he was from my country and which city, receiving monosyllable responses from him until he inevitably left my messages on read. After that, there were days when he ignored me—I guess my messages were too desperate for attention (they were).

One day, I had the brilliant idea of asking him for fitness advice and starting the conversation with a "Hey bro." I know, I know… sometimes you have to fake it to fit in.

And that's when things got interesting…

He started replying to my messages and giving me countless tips on how to start training—when the only type of cardio I cared about was a specific kind with him. But I pretended to be interested in everything he said. As the conversation progressed, I discovered a few things about him. He was 19 years old, despite looking older because of his body and attitude. He was a bit mischievous and quickly caught on to my double-meaning jokes. He lived with his grandmother but wanted to move to my city since his dad, coincidentally, lived there. And most importantly, he was unemployed and had a girlfriend with whom he didn’t have as much sex as he wanted because his lack of income didn’t allow him to pay for motels.

Yes, the guy was quite open once he felt comfortable.

But the key point was his unemployment. I started thinking of ways I could turn that to my favor without seeming too obvious or making him uncomfortable. Considering the guy had already asked me for a picture to get to know me, and I chickened out, telling him it wasn't time yet, and he still kept replying as if nothing happened.

That's why I say the way this story unfolds is insanely crazy and improbable—and just wait for what's coming next.

I started asking him if he had ever been to my city, and he said yes, that he had spent a few months at his dad’s house. I told him I had never seen him (my city is quite small, town kinda type, and most of us know each other) and that if I had, I would remember because he was so damn handsome. He simply responded with a laughing emoji.

He was distant, but every message from him felt like a reward. He told me he trained six days a week, that he was very focused on the gym, and that he didn’t like being bothered. I simply took advantage of any detail to extend the conversation.

Me: "It must be hard to focus with how handsome and jacked you are… People must stare at you a lot."

Raúl: "Haha, sometimes. But what really pisses me off are the intense fags."

Ouch. I felt that like a punch to the gut. I knew I was one of those intense fags, but I tried to be more smart with the way I was handling the conversation —or so I thought.

Raúl: "You’re just another fag, no doubt about it, but at least you’re chill bro… You’re a more normal fag."

I thought to myself, what the hell is a "more normal fag”?

Me: "Then I’ll be careful not to be intense… though honestly, it’s hard with you"

He left the message on read. I thought I had screwed it up, but that night, he posted another story—a photo in shorts, legs spread, sitting on a gym bench. I felt like he was provoking me directly. The idea was absurd, but it turned me on to think he might enjoy seeing me desperate.

Me: "If you ever come to my city, I promise to have a gift for you"

I sent that message without even thinking, and I instantly regretted it. Just as I was about to delete it, he read it. That wasn’t common since he usually took his time to read and respond to my messages.

Raúl: "Shit, what do you mean?"

Me: "Nothing, nothing… A silly thing on my part."

Raúl: "Now you have to tell me "

I had already fucked up, now I was going to fuck up even more.

Me: "If you come, I can give you a gift… What do you want?"

The guy read my message and ignored it for a few hours. I thought he had figured out my intentions and was going to block me, but this guy just kept surprising me.

Raúl: "I don't know, what’s your budget? "

He finally replied, after leaving me completely ignored for a long while. I figured maybe my approach hadn’t been too aggressive, which was why he was considering continuing the conversation—though it didn’t take a genius to figure out my real intentions (and he would later prove that he had). To be completely honest, I wasn’t sure then, and I’m still not sure now.

I wasn’t planning on setting the bar too high in terms of my spending capacity (which, honestly, wasn’t even that high to begin with).

Me: “Nothing over $150, but only when you come.”

The guy read my message and ignored it. I thought he might reply after a while, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Until I got desperate and asked if he had CashApp—I felt so desperate and stupid that I deleted the message right after sending it, but even though it didn’t show as read, he had probably seen the notification.

Raúl: “I saw you asking if I had CashApp”

Raúl: “I do lol”

Raúl: “Hey fag, what if you send me something to, you know, get me a little more excited about going there?”

I saw a lot of red flags in my whole interaction with Raúl, and if things were what they seemed, the only thing left to do was see how far this game could go… So I decided to be even more obvious with my intentions, just to test how much he knew or suspected.

Me: “Fag?”

I pretended to be offended.

Me: “But if I send you something, what gift will you give me in return?”

It seemed like he was inside the chat, because not even five seconds passed before my message switched to "read." My hands were shaking as I held my phone—I had no idea how he would take it, or if I had just completely blown my chances. Let’s not forget that I was messaging him from a completely blank, anonymous profile. What kind of trust could that possibly inspire from his side?

Then I got a short voice note. I didn’t want to play it. I expected insults from him, followed by him blocking me. I was ready for any kind of outburst.

Raúl: “Look, I’ll be honest with you: you’re not gonna get any nudes from me. I’m more of a, uhm… how do I say this? I prefer to handle things in person, so to speak… Depends on the situation too, you know what I mean?”

WHAT THE HELL? Was this what I thought it was?

I wanted to push the limits, see how far I could take this. Because if Raúl had already opened that door, I was ready to walk right through it without a second thought.

Now tell me… What would you do? Would you be willing to give him the money?

This is a rewrite of true story that I submitted earlier.
I was wondering what you think?

It was the summer of 1979, and I was working as a line cook at a Red Lobster in Aurora, Colorado. The kitchen was hot, the hours long, but it paid the bills while I figured out what to do with my life after high school.

Lisa was a waitress there—blonde, 5'7", with bright blue eyes that crinkled when she laughed and a figure that turned heads whenever she entered a room. At 24, she carried herself with a confidence I could only dream of at 18. I'd catch her glancing my way sometimes, lingering at the pass to chat when picking up orders. The flirtation was subtle at first, but unmistakable.

One Friday night, a group of coworkers planned a trip to Red Rocks Amphitheater after our shift. The night air was warm, stars scattered across the Colorado sky as we stood at the edge of the iconic venue. Everyone was spread out, admiring the view of Denver twinkling in the distance. Lisa stood apart from the group, her silhouette outlined by moonlight.

I gathered my courage and approached her from behind, gently slipping my arms around her waist. When she didn't pull away, I brushed my lips against the soft skin of her neck. She responded immediately, leaning back into my chest with a soft sigh. My hands slowly moved upward, caressing the curves of her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. She reached up, running her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer

The others began to notice our intimate moment, exchanging knowing glances. Without a word, we made our way back to the van for the ride home. The tension between us was electric, charged with unspoken desires. The night ended with a deep, passionate kiss against her doorway, her body pressed against mine as we reluctantly parted, making plans for the next evening at the drive-in theater.

The following night was just as warm. I picked her up in my 1972 Porsche 914, targa top removed to enjoy the summer breeze. Lisa emerged from her apartment wearing a form-fitting white tank top that left little to the imagination and cutoff 501s that showcased her tanned, slender legs. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her.

We found a spot two rows in from the back of the drive-in where The Godfather was playing. As the film progressed, our attention drifted from the screen to each other. Her kisses were hungry, passionate. Her fingers traced patterns down my chest before skillfully undoing my zipper, releasing my growing arousal. She moved with deliberate grace, her soft lips and warm mouth enveloping my hard cock completely.
I slid my hand beneath the frayed hem of her shorts, finding her hot, wet lips ready for my touch. I explored her most sensitive areas, delighting in the way she responded to each stroke of my fingers.

The pleasure built until I could hold back no longer, my release intensified by the thrill of possibly being seen by nearby moviegoers. She maintained eye contact throughout, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she swallowed every drop. The experience left me breathless, eager for more, but knowing that we might have been seen we decided to end the night there, both anticipating what was to come.

I worked the morning shift the next day, barely able to focus as images of Lisa flashed through my mind. I left early and drove straight to her apartment, my heart racing with anticipation.

When she opened the door, I was stunned by the vision before me. She wore a white cotton bodysuit that hugged every curve, the fabric semi-transparent in the afternoon light. Her nipples pressed visibly against the material, and the high cut of the suit accentuated her long legs.

Words failed me as desire took over. We barely made it to the couch before my hands were on her, exploring every inch of her body. She led me by my already hard cock to her bedroom, both of us shedding clothing along the way. I slipped the thin straps of her bodysuit off her shoulders, exposing her beautiful breasts, which filled my hands perfectly. I released the clasps at her hips, revealing her smooth beautifully trimmed pussy, the flesh eagerly awaiting my hard 7 inch cock.

Standing at the edge of the bed, I entered her slowly, savoring the sensation as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. We moved together in perfect rhythm before transitioning to her on top, her body arching above mine. The position allowed me to take her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently as she rode me with increasing intensity. We continued exploring each other's bodies, finding what brought the most pleasure, until we both reached a powerful climax together.

Afterward, as we lay intertwined on her bed, I traced lazy circles around her nipples with my fingertips. Suddenly, she gasped and arched her back, her body shuddering with an unexpected second wave of pleasure. When she caught her breath, she looked at me with wonder in her eyes.

"That's never happened before," she whispered, curling into me. "Either someone taught you incredibly well, or you're a natural genius."

The following weekend, Lisa suggested a picnic in the mountains. She picked me up in her van, and I drove us up to a secluded trail in the Rockies. The day was perfect—clear blue skies and a gentle breeze carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers.

We'd just started hiking when Lisa turned to me with that mischievous smile I was growing to love. "Wait here," she said, "I need to grab something from the van."

After she'd been gone longer than expected, I backtracked down the trail, concerned. I found her in a small clearing just off the path, lying on a blanket she'd spread out. Her sundress was unbuttoned down the front, her golden skin and her beautiful breasts contrasting with the green grass beneath her.

"I thought we might enjoy the view," she said softly, beckoning me closer.

The sight of her there, surrounded by nature, was irresistible. I quickly shed my jeans and joined her on the blanket, our bodies coming together with an urgency born of desire. As I moved above her, I could see the now-busy parking area in the distance. The possibility of being discovered only heightened our passion as we surrendered to the moment, culminating in intense orgasams that left us both breathless and satisfied.

We had barely composed ourselves and returned to the trail when another hiking couple approached from further up the path. Their knowing smiles and lingering glances told us they may have witnessed our passionate encounter, adding an unexpected thrill to our mountain adventure.

That summer with Lisa taught me more than just physical pleasure—it was an awakening to connection, desire, and the beautiful complexity of intimacy shared between two people who simply couldn't get enough of each other.

It had been a bad morning on the floor. . My open positions were red and the market volatility instilled little confidence that I'd be up straight
any time soon. My best bet was to swallow my losses and a have a punt
on a banking deal that I'd overheard some details on at my "boys" club. Whilst illegal and certainly against the ethos of the establishment, all members can talk freely and no one will betray your trust, as I trader I have no qualms in using information to my advantage no matter who is caught in the crossfire.

It was 09:30 and I thought "Fuck it", I'd decided to head home. I made
my trades and went to my boss Hannah and told her of my plans. Hannah
was 5 years younger than me, good looking and a great pair of breasts
that she always tried to hide under her anonymous city suit. Hannah and I had a flirty relationship. I always wondered what she was like under her regulation pin stripes. She would hint that she knew I had a big cock and wanted it. Nothing ever happened; I was married and have an old fashioned "It's for life" view. I think Hannah knew nothing would happen so it was a safe course for her.

"It's only nine thirty, you can't leave". She sounded irritated and
was trying to assert some authority. I shrugged knowing there was
little she could or would do. I was her star trader. Last year I made
the bank over 20 million pounds Despite this mornings debacle and the
worst banking crisis in recent memory I'd already exceeded my targets
for this year.

I updated her on my open positions, strategy and made it clear there
was fuck all else I could do so I was going home to see my wife.

My wife, Amanda, and I had been struggling recently. About 16 weeks ago we found out she was pregnant. A shock to say the least as I'd had a vasectomy to stop this very thing happening. We have a boy already, Hector, and Amanda constantly bitched that it was diffilcult to run the house and raise a child and certainly did not want another, especially as I was never around. I tried to point out that the £5,000 she got each month to pay for the cleaner, au pairs and her Michellin star lunches was as a result of my job but she never listened. I left the office and jumped into a taxi to the station. If I hurried I could get the 10:30 train and be home for lunch.

The train was packed, some problem meant there were half the normal
coaches. I'd have to stand, why didn't I get myself a driver I wondered for the umpteenth time this year. As the train pulled out of the station I
thought about calling Amanda to say we could go out for lunch and have
a leisurely afternoon in bed. We'd not made love for 10 weeks as she was either too tired in the evening or not in the mood. I'd not had a wank in that time either so my balls were blue; to put it mildly.

The thought of stoking her hot pussy started to get me hard. After a
few minutes I could have sworn that I could feel her hot breath on my
tool. I looked down and found my crotch was directed towards an older, but very attractive, women. My 10 inches were making an obvious bulge in her direction. Rather than being offended she seemed to be enjoying the
view. At that moment she looked up and caught my eye. I had the
decency to blush and tried to mutter an apology. She just smiled and
began to yawn. As she yawned she stretched her arms and deliberately
rubbed her hand on my semi hard cock. She was visibly shocked when she
realised what I was conceling. It was then I decided not to call home
and concentrated on anything that would send my beast back to its
slumber.

Before I knew it I was at Brighton station. As I was getting off the MILF came up to me and asked if I was busy this afternoon. As she said
this she looked down at my crotch and blatently rubbed me. I flashed my wedding ring at her and tried to leave the platform without showing my semi to the world and his wife.

A short taxi ride later it was just after midday and I was home. I let myself in and was about to call out when I heard a moan from upstairs. It sounded like Amanda and sounded like the sort of moan I've not heard in a long time. I started to creep upstairs, feeling like an intruder in my own home.

I got to our bedroom and froze in my tracks. My wife was sitting on some guys face. Thankfully her back was to me but I could clearly see her grinding her hips. Then I looked at his cock. He was way smaller than me. This just added insult to injury. I was just about to rush in and beat the living shit out of this cunt when my trader instinct kicked in. Knowledge was power. This was some pretty serious knowledge. So it would give me some pretty serious power.

I made my way down the hall to my study. A couple of years ago when I
thought equities overpriced I invested a few million in an old master. Never told the wife that the picture in our room was worth 5 times more than our house, she'd have had a fit. The insurance company was more understanding. But did require some very heavy security in order for me to get a reasonable quote. Our bedroom was now a box that could Be locked down. More importantly it had conceled cameras covering the room. When I had it set up I also made sure that every angle of the bed could be covered. My idea was to make home pornos, the guy doing the set-up knew what was thinking and suggested a sound recording system too. It wasn't much extra so told him to turn the room into a TV studio. Now the cameras were going to be used as intended. But not with the actors I has planned.

Growing up I had a friend Jimmy we were close to the same age and often hung out at each other's houses and had sleepovers occasionally . Jimmy had an attractive mom who was always a great host when we did have sleepovers. She would always make sure we had whatever we needed with snacks and food etc.. she was a very considerate lady. Toward the end of high school she started wearing slightly revealing clothes. Sexy nightgown with no shorts underneath and I could see her thong line through her nightgown robe, she was a sexy MILF. Jimmy and I often told of our stories with women we fucked. I became quite known as Mr. big. Jimmy was well aware of my nickname and seen me fuck a couple girls at a party once gave me the thumbs out and walked out the room. So It was no surprise that I had a big cock. One night Jimmy had me and a couple friends over to hang out and sleep over during the summer. It was back in his backyard by his pool where we started the bullshit and talked stories about the girls we've been with. Everyone was telling of their stories one by one when it began my turn I started to tell them the story of my first threesome. As I was explaining the details Miss Sanders came outside with drinks and snacks on a large serving tray. She approached us quietly and when she got near wall my friends started to say shh shh I turned around to my amazement Miss Sanders was in a bikini showing her sexy MILF body to all the boys. I knew I wasn't the only one that got immediately hard. She came out placed the tray down and said what are you boys talking about and smirking. All the boys began to blush and stared at me which point I started to stumble in my words and made the situation slightly awkward. Then I said to myself fuck it and started to tell my friends and my friends mom about the first time I fucked two chicks. Mrs. Sanders blushed and smiled as I explained what had happened that fun night. The boys looked on with boners as I told the story to our friends mom. Miss Sanders said at the end of the story Christmas came early for them two, smiled. & She started to walk back toward the house; I was just in awe at what she said. Was that my chance to make a move, was that my hint at she wanted dick? My friends waited until she went back inside and then decided to speak up they were in shock and awe that I had said that in front of her. Our friend Mike said you going to fuck her? Which Jimmy said ha ha good joke. Thought to myself yeah why the fuck not. I left things alone that night and didn't say anything else to keep Jimmy's mind from thinking anything.I planned on going back there next week and making a move on his mom. Friday comes along and I make plans with Jimmy to come over play video games and sleep over. When I arrived and rang the doorbell late Friday afternoon I was greeted by Mrs. Sanders and her low-cut shirt showing parts of her enormous tits and clearly showing that she had no bra. I got lost in her tits with my eyes that she had to say hello Donnie; which point I looked up and smile then she smile back with the sexy expression. I said is jimmy home she nodded and pointed Upstairs. I walked in and began to walk up the stairs and when she said to me have fun big boy. I was in shock I knew from what she said right there she was all mine. I turned around and smiled while letting her see what my surprise was showing through my pants in print she bit her lip, I turned around went up stairs to greet her son. I went upstairs greeted him hung out for a little bit and then I expressed the idea of going into the backyard and going for a swim. He agreed and we both got changed and went down stairs and into the yard as we walked into the pool area I glanced back at the house and seen the mother looking through the kitchen window I with one finger pointed from her to me telling her to come out and join us I seen a nod of her head knew what that meant. about 10 minutes later Miss Sanders came out from the house she had a towel wrapped around her body and she came down to or the pool. When she arrived to the pool me and Jimmy were already swimming he said hi mom and I said come on in miss Sanders, she smile and revealed her swimsuit. She was wearing a sexy bikini that showed so much.? The bikini top barely covered her nipples and her bottom was essentially a thong she was so fucking hot I couldn't contain myself. We swam for a little bit then I decided to make a little move. As she swam passed me I slightly moved one hand and grabbed her ass she smirked and smiled that me after I did that knew I was in no wrong. Jimmy oblivious to the world had no clue I grabbed his mom's ass then I thought it's taking a little further. I decided that we play Marco Polo I obviously like Jimmy play first. When Jimmy closed his eyes I swim towards his mom. I got near my hands out she was digging me right there. In the low-end I stood up she backed her ass toward my dick and wiggled her ass cheeks up and around my dick I was getting hard and took my right hand placed it under the water and tickle her pussy I barely could get one finger in she was so fucking tight. I could feel she was nearly hairless I was excited. I knew today was going to be fun. We fucked around and toyed with Jimmy for a little longer maybe 5, 10 more minutes of us collectively playing with each other while moving away from her closed eyed son, the excitement of maybe getting caught was so fun. Jimmy got pissed off after about 10 to 15 minutes of not being able to get out either of us and ultimately gave up. I wasn't upset there was a lot more to cum

This story is fictional and not from anyone’s real life. Hope you enjoy!!

I am Liam (42 yrs) married to my wife Sarah (39 yrs) for 12 yrs. We have 2 daughters 10 yrs and 5 yrs. I am 5’11” 185 lbs dirty blonde and my wife is 5’4” petite brunette.
My younger daughter Bella’s best friend in school is Carmen from school. We were recently invited to Carmen’s birthday party. There were three other families including Carmen’s parents. As we waked in we were greeted by Colby and his beautiful wife Penny. Penny (36 yrs) 5’9” blonde, hazel eyes with nice big breast, heavily pregnant and Colby (37 yrs) dark hair about 6’3” big and huge like a football player. He said he used to play football in school. I gave so flowers and hugged Penny and immediately I felt her big beautiful breast touching my skin. I asked her when was she due and she laughed and said in 2 weeks. Colby asked for a beer and I agreed, we were seated and the kids were playing. We were having some good time. It was almost time to leave, all others left the party and it was just us with Colby and Penny with the kids. Carmen came out and said to Penny, mom can Bella sleep over tonight. Penny looked at me and said sure why not? Is that okay? I looked at Sarah and said are you sure? Maybe after the baby is born. Penny said don’t worry, why don’t you guys stay too, we have a spare bedroom. Kids can play and we can just chill, it won’t be safe to drink and drive. Penny just sat on the armrest of the couch I was seated and I could feel are body touching mine. I asked her to sit on the couch instead. Penny said darling give another bottle of beer to Liam and make a cocktail for Sarah. In the meantime I will go and change. Sarah and Colby found out both works in a bank and they both had conversations and seemed to gel very well. Me and Sarah were having some marital issues and haven’t had sex for few months. While Colby was making the drink for Sarah and they were chatting, I wanted to pee. One of the kids were in the washroom, so Carmen said use the one in the bedroom. As I opened the door, I saw Penny standing naked with her big breast and beautiful nipples. I just stood there not understanding what to do, I just said ohh I am sorry, I will wait outside. Penny no just come on in, I need a help. She said I am unable to open my necklace, can I please open it. I said are you sure, I can call Colby in. Penny said just come on and open it, I kept my bottle of beer on the bedside table and started opening her necklace and could feel her butt protruding due to her pregnant belly was touching my bulge. After opening, I couldn’t resist and felt her big breast and started caressing her nipples. She turned her head and kissed my lips and said the nipples are very sensitive due to her pregnancy and to be gentle. While I was kissing and putting my tongue inside her lips, I started feeling her hairy wet pussy. She was shy and was trying to remove my hand because she couldn’t shave and had a bush, I put my finger inside her pussy and tasted that finger. I told her it tastes nothing wrong, I can eat that all day. She laughed and started feeling my bulge. I was semi hard but as soon as I heard my daughter in the hallway I told her it is not safe to carry on. I kept on licking my fingers which had her pussy juice while I was getting in the washroom, Colby walked in. Honey I just came to check if you were okay, Penny said absolutely Liam was just using our washroom because the hallway bathroom was being used.
We came out while we were chatting, and Penny played a movie. Colby joined in saying the kids are in bed and sat next to Penny and kissed her. Colby said what are we watching, Sarah said “Unfaithful”. Colby said “is it any good?”, Sarah said I wouldn’t mind flirting and fucking someone as good looking as Oliver Martinez. I could see Sarah and Colby were flirting and I looked at Penny and she had a smirk in her face. I knew she played the movie purposefully. Penny said to Sarah, if you had to flirt would you flirt with Colby? Sarah wasn’t prepared to answer the question but she knew we were going through a rough patch so she said sure why not? Colby said Dang! That would have been hot if my wife wasn’t pregnant. Penny said I don’t mind you want to have sex with Sarah, I can enjoy Liam then. All looking at each other awkwardly surprised as to what just happened. Liam said, I need to check on the kids Colby said I checked they are all asleep. We are walked into the master bedroom, and Penny said let’s have some sex. I was slowing discovering that Penny was a fireball.
Penny starts the ball rolling by kissing me and Colby starts kissing Sarah. Colby says to me, be gentle with my wife you don’t want us to run to the hospital tonight! Everyone started laughing. I opened Penny’s bra and felt her huge breast in my palms again. I slowly laid her on the bed and asked can I play with them, Penny said not too hard. I started licking her nipples and slowly sucking them. I could feel something leaking from her nipples and I tasted it, Penny could see I loved the taste of it…she said I have been leaking every now and then…I said it might be the colostrum. I could see Colby kissing my wife Sarah and his hands inside her panties. Colby said I hate that taste, it’s disgusting. Penny instantaneously said something weird and we all started laughing. Sarah’s breast were definitely way smaller than Penny’s but they were nice and perky even after 2 kids. I reached out and felt Sarah’s breast with my left hand. I could see her nipples were excited. She held my hand so hard and gave me a smile. In that moment I knew she was enjoying herself. Both girls got us down on our back and opened our pants. I was super horny and Penny took out the hard 6” cut cock while Sarah took out Colby’s cock and said man this is a monster. It was a huge 8.5” uncut cock. Though I lacked in size I made it up on girth. Penny was chocking putting it in her mouth. It was then our turn to enjoy the pussy. Colby started fingering Sarah’s pussy and I took one glance and I saw she shaved and Colby was really eating her well playing and licking her clitoris. I could hear Sarah moaning in pleasure. Colby said this dessert tastes like pineapple and I said yeah sure from all the pina colada’s she has been drinking and we laughed again. These jokes really made the atmosphere light and we started enjoying. I started eating Penny’s pussy but she got very uncomfortable because of her pubic hair. I told her I loved it, I fucked her pussy with my tongue and finger. She was pushing the back of my head more towards her pussy and I knew she is ready to fuck, Colby said to me, hey Liam open the bedside drawer…there are some condoms. Getting to know how unpredictable Penny can be, she said I am not gonna get pregnant I am already pregnant Liam just fuck me bare. Colby wore a condom and put his cock inside Sarah’s pussy doggy style. Sarah started moaning, you are so big. I saw Colby pulled her closer kissed her and slowly thrusting her, Sarah said fuck me harder. Colby started fucking Sarah really hard and she was enjoying it. I didn’t experiment much with position and put my cock inside Penny missionary style. I didn’t want to fuck her hard but her pussy was so wet and warm. I couldn’t stop fucking her. I kissed her lips, she said in my ears fuck me baby cum in me. I said are you sure!!! I started fucking Penny’s tight pussy and I came so big inside her pussy that Penny had an orgasm too. I was sweating and I slowly pulled my cock out and I could see cum was still dripping from my cock. I grabbed the paper towel from the bedside table and I lay next to Penny touching her big breast. Penny kissed me slowly and said it was amazing. Colby took out his cock, removed the condom and came all over Sarah’s back. Surprisingly, Colby turned over and licked Penny used pussy. I felt a little uncomfortable since I fucked her bare I just came in her pussy and he might just be eating my cum. I don’t think if Colby realized it or he didn’t. I could see Colby working his tongue and eating. He raises his head and says I am full. I looked over to Sarah and kissed her passionately. It was just an amazing sex that we all needed and thank fully this experience helped and made my relationship with Sarah stronger. We now have sex, we talk and everything a normal couple does.
Few months have passed and gave birth to their son. We never swapped again, whenever they met we met we were cordial in public with just a peck. Then one day…..are you ready for Part-II?

After my wife made her exit, the boys and I sat quietly drinking our beers obviously all thinking about our hard cocks and what to do with them. I broke the silence by asking who needed a beer. All three guys answered in the affirmative and I went to the kitchen to fetch some while adjusting my cock in my pants. when I returned with an armload the guys were all watching me with funny grins on their faces.
After passing beer around the table and sitting down, I asked OK what the fuck were you guys talking about while I was gone? Moe looked at me and smiled and said, well we just figured since you took over the waitressing job maybe you could take over helping us with these. With that all three guys pushed their chairs back and I saw all of them had their hard cocks out and were stroking them.I guess this would be my chance to act out one of my favourite fantasies.

I could feel my face turn a beet red and I replied that I had never done that before , besides I said my knees wouldn't last if I went under the table like my wife. No problem Moe said as he stood up and walked over to me and waved his cock an inch in front of my face..
I took a deep breath and reached up to guide his shaft into my mouth. I heard Mike and Gil both laugh and say YES at the same time.

I was slowly getting into the taste and feel of Moe's big cockhead as I ran my tongue around the top of his dick and bobbed my head from top to bottom and he groaned that I was getting the hang of it. I shifted my chair around to get squared in front of him and reached around him to grab both sides of his ass and pulled back and forth to get a rhythm going which he picked up and slowly began to fuck my face. His hands went to the top of my head and his tempo picked up and his cock started to go deeper into my mouth and throat as his breathing started to quicken. He suddenly pulled my head towards him and pushed his cock hard down my throat as I gagged and swallowed hard as he pumped his come into me. He slowly released my head as I finished swallowing and sucked and licked his dick clean as he withdrew it fom my mouth.

As Moe made his way back to his chair and I wiped the cum from my lips I noticed Mike had been standing behind him holding his big cock in his hand.. I laughed to think that my friends were standing in line for me to suck them off.
Bring it on I said and reached for Mike's cock, he shuffled the couple of steps over to me as I opened my mouth for him to stick his slightly smaller dick in my mouth. I immediately tasted the difference in his and Moe's cock , Mike's had almost a sweet taste to it and as he started pumping my mouth, I wondered if his cum would taste sweet as well. I went to work sucking hard and licking his cockhead trying to make him cum quickly so I could taste it.

I didn't have to wait long as he started pumping his cock into my mouth like a wildman and pumped his second load of the night into me. I was right about his cum tasting sweet I thought as I gulped it down. As he pulled his cock out of my mouth I pulled him back and ran my tongue around his dickhead and he shivered and moaned that I was almost as good as my wife only nowhere near as pretty. I laughed and waved Gil over.

Gil had the biggest cock of the three and I wondered how I would do if he tried to shove it all the way down my throat. He stepped up and I licked his dick and balls before putting his fat cockhead in my mouth. He must have been accustomed to people not being able to take his whole dick because he grabbed my head and started thrusting but never went deep enough to gag me. I was thankful for this and sucked fast and hard while he pumped my mouth just a little deeper with every thrust.

Just as Gil tensed up and pumped his cum into my mouth and I was working hard to keep his big load in my mouth while swallowing as fast as I could, I looked up to see my wife watching and furiously rubbing her clit... I guess there is going to be another chapter

One Thursday work day a few of my work friends gathered at my place for a well deserved cold beer (after work of course). We all sat at our large kitchen table drinking beer and shooting the shit and the conversation turned as usual to tits and pussy.
My wife dressed in a pair of summer shorts and a thin Tshirt with no bra, had just brought another round of beer to the table and turned a little red hearing about the latest set of nice tits that the boys had seen.
I told the guys that all the tits they had seen this week couldn't compare to those ones as I pointed to my wifes lucious 36DD's.

The table went quiet as the guys all took a minute to really take a look at my wifes tits which were very obvious in her thin white Tshirt...Full and slowly swinging as she moved with her large and growing larger nipples showing that she was listening to our conversation.
I heard my boss Moe mutter that he'd love to see them under the table, I thought to myself that I would love to see that as my wife disappeared into the kitchen red faced.

I didn't see my wife again for a few minutes until she came in with another armload of beer and set them on the table. She looked at me and smiled a smile that I had never seen before as she slowly knelt down beside me and walked on her knees under the table. Her Tshirt slid along the floor past my chair. I bent over and looked under the table and saw my wife with her lovely tits on full display sliding my bosses zipper down and fishing his cock out. She slowly licked his cock from balls to tip before swallowing his rapidly growing dick down to the balls.

I sat up and looked around the table.My boss was sitting there with a shiteating grin on his face and reached down to hold my wifes head as she slurped his cock down her throat. The other two guys looked slightly uncomfortable but were both aware of what was going on under the table. Hey ! I said ..pass me one of those beer.. This broke the ice and the guys knew I was ok with this. Mike at the opposite end of the table said "this is fucken hot," he asked me if my wife had done this before and I replied " no she hasn't but I've fantasized about it". Enjoy.

Moe in the meantime was breathing really heavily and tensed up, his arms holding my wifes head while she swallowed his load. I looked under the table as my wife wiped her lips and moved down the table and dug Mikes cock out of his shorts and went to work on it.

I sat up straight again and watched Moe put his cock back in his pants..You got to see her tits under the table I said. Was it good? I asked. Fucken eh he said.. I love that wife of yours he said.We both looked over at Mike who was looking under the tablecloth as my wife sucked his cock from bottom to top and stopped a second to run her tongue around the head of his dick before plunging her mouth back down to the base. Moe and I looked at each other and almost at the same time said "He wont last long" .

We were right as almost as we said it ,Mike tensed his whole body and sent spurt after spurt of cum down my wifes throat. I watched as my wife moved around the table and Gil tensed up as my wife pulled his half hard cock out of his shorts. I saw him lay back as she slid her mouth down his length knowing from experience how good she was at sucking a cock until you have no choice but to just cummm.

Moe, Mike and I silently clinked our beer bottles together in a tribute to my wife as she sucked loudly on Gil's cock, Him just laid back in his chair with my wifes head bobbing up and down in his lap. As with the others, it didn't take him long before his breathing got very ragged and he held my wifes head while he tensed his body and shot his hot cum into her mouth which she swallowed happily.

I wasn't sure if I was going to get my turn now or later but as soon as she was done swallowing Gils load , I felt her run her hands up my shorts leg and grab my fully erect cock.. Oh I see you liked my service she said.
Oh ya I said... That was so fucken hot...She pulled my shorts down to my knees and swallowed my hard cock in one shot. I looked around the table and the guys were all looking at me and smiling . I looked down as my wife was sucking my dick slowly running her tongue all around the head obviously enjoying her newly discovered slut.

I couldn't hold back and poured my load into her mouth which she slowly swished around in her mouth and swallowed. She crawled out from under the table and picked her Tshirt up off the floor and pulled it on over her head as 4 sets of eyes devoured her tits as they disappeared. I've had my fun guys, I'm off to bed. If you want anymore, you'll have to take care of it yourselves , she said as she disappeared up the stairs.

What happened after that would be another story

My wife was a sexy 56 year old woman , around 5ft 4 in 38-24-36 hottie and we were in a sexual lapse when I went to work for an old friend who lived about 60 miles from the office while I lived about a block away.
This was a situation for him because he worked late hours and couldn't always make it home at night and sometimes didn't always smell the best.
I offered to let him shower at our house when he didn't make it home, which he took advantage of quite often.
I knew from experience that he was a horndog and would fuck just about anything that came his way but I figured my wife was too much of a prude to fall for his advances.

After a couple months of this arrangement and me working out of town quite often I noticed that his texts to see how my job was going had a different tone to them. He quite often said he was at my house having a shower and when I asked what Sue was doing he would say she was under the table sucking his cock.
Although this made my cock twitch ,I didn't believe Sue would go for this and dismissed it as some of Moe's bullshit teasing.

One night while I was in town Moe and I went to Tim Hortons to get Sue a coffee and on the way back to my house we got to talking about titties and Moe mentioned that he thought my wife had the nicest tits he had ever seen although he hadn't seen them in person (he said)

I thought to myself that I would love to see her show her tits to him in person and told him so. I said that I would love to share my wife with him as long as I was involved and that he didn't try to cut my grass without me.

After we got back to my place Moe took a shower and borrowed my housecoat and we went to the basement while Sue took a bath.
Moe and I had a couple of drinks while we waited for my wife .
After a couple of drinks Moe said he had to take a leak and since we only had one bathroom I said he would have to go up and ask Sue if he could slip in, so up he went and they worked it out, I wish that I had gone up with him and listened at the door to what went on but I didn't.

After Sue came down from her bath in her housecoat she sat at her computer and punched up some music videos while Moe sat on the couch and I was on my computer beside her looking at sex videos on the big screen which included some double penetration which Moe appeared to appreciate.
Both Moe and myself were prompting Sue to show us her beautiful boobs telling her that we thought they were better than the women in the videos. She was very nervous and was trying to concentrate on her music videos and ignore our pleas to see her tits.

I got up and turned her chair around so that she was facing Moe and rubbed her shoulders working my way down inside her housecoat to rub and pull on her erect nipples. I slowly opened her housecoat to expose her beautiful body to Moe who had opened his and was rubbing his erect 7 incher.
I started to suck on one of her beautiful nipples and when I looked up Moe had gotten up and come over to present his hard 7 inch cock to my wife who immediately sucked it deeply into her mouth.
This was a dream come true for me and my wife had never looked sexier to me than at this moment.

After a while with me going back and forth between my wife's nipples and her pussy and her sucking on Moe's cock she suggested that we go up to the bedroom which we did. I lay on the bed first and she lay on the bed with my cock in her mouth and her ass hanging off the foot of the bed, Moe followed and immediately stuffed his hard cock into her pussy in one quick thrust as she grunted around my cock.

Me being as turned on as I was came in her mouth very quickly and she kept me in her mouth as Moe pounded her pussy until he drained his balls into her.

We continued with Moe and me laying on the bed with Sue going back and forth sucking both of our cocks until Moe fucked her for a second time.

This was the first time the three of us got together but not the last.. maybe another story

20 years my junior, not seem him for a few months and so eager to renew our naked friendship.
He arrived looking chirpy and randy, an evil grin full of anticipation, twinkling eyes and ruby lips.
We kissed, he groped, my fingers went to the two stud holders on his coveralls and unhooked the straps, the front panel fell down and down and his cock just flew up hard and rigid. Dam I knew I was ready for him but even taking off my T shirt and shorts without breaking my cock only took him seconds - an expert.
Not breaking his groping actions he stepped out of the coveralls kicked f his boots and somehow mid-kiss took of his shirt and there were were, in the middle of the floor - naked.
He eased me to the bed, pushed me over it, bent me down and removed my butt plug, spat on his hand and wiped the spit on his cock and slowly eased inside me, each inch slow and sure, my hole being widened more than usual.
He was balls deep, I clenched my buttocks and he shot his load, my sphincter felt the cum shooting in me, I knew it would be quick, he's always so randy.
Slowly we eased onto the bed, his cock still inside me even soft if felt enormous.
He teased my nipples, my cock and my balls, I still had my face in the pillows and felt I was his slave.
The expert at manipulation, still impaled he rolled over so he was underneath and I was on top. It didn't take much imagination or time for me to swivel on his hardening member so I was sitting on him.
I eased his bum upwards, slipped a couple of pillows under his ass, and enjoyed feeling his thick bush on my buttocks as I began slowly to ride him.
Now or course I could lean in for a kiss, tease his tits, let him work my cock to a lather, feel my balls and enjoy me doing all the work for him, up and down and up and down. His eyes crossed, his breath got shorter and then I speeded up, brought him to another magnificent climax, enjoyed the feeling of his spunk spurting inside me as I let go and shot my cum all over his chest and chin.
So there we were, cummed out, hot, sweaty and happy. He slowly eased out and I lay on top of him, squelching my cum between us, kissing his lips and eyes and chin.
In the shower I went down on him, he's so randy, so ready to give his all, and I managed to suck him off, a creamy load to swallow, and, when I'd done he replaced my plug "no more fux today" he said.
As he dressed I was hit with the smells of the farm, certainly a lot of hay and cows.
Dont leave it to long before next time I said, remember next time I do the fucking. Maybe he replied, or maybe I just fuck you till I shoot hot air... Sounds good.

Yesterday, for the first time in my long life, I awoke with my finger on my sex.

Such things had been unknown to me growing up the favourite daughter of a fine family while during my long and tiresome marriage to my late lordship, it felt as if there was a numbness, a lack of consciousness in my privy parts. He troubled them little, I troubled them not at all. It was as if I were dead down there. Now I am reborn.

As I replicated the movements of Bentley's tongue on my sex with my fingers, I brought myself to a state of blissful peace and was still so aroused that when young Smythe came in to draw back the curtains of my room to allow the sun and the beauty of nature to invade, I beckoned him to my bed and gave the visible bulge in the front of his new breeches a loving good-morning caress. He thanked me.

And so we were become quite settled in our little routine at Heaton. Busy and contented were we with Bentley clearly training up the young men, not only in their tasks, both inside and outside the house, but in the ways of pleasing their mistress. In the morning, after a breakfast served to me in my bed, often accompanied by a caress of whichever of my young men had brought it to me, I would sometimes wander down to the kitchen to watch the boys bathe, just to set me up for the day. The fact that there always seemed to be a young man in the middle of his ablutions did make me wonder whether Bentley had stage-managed this vision for his mistress but whatever the truth of the matter, it was always a most excellent start to my morning.

I had decided that Stephenson should remain completely shaven seeing as his penis and his backside looked so well in that state and so I sometimes betook myself of that pleasant task, leaving it to Bentley when I was otherwise disposed. And as for the Masturbatorium... I had taken pleasure in watching nearly all of the young men avail themselves of its comforts. Sometimes I was content to sit and watch a young man pleasure himself, angled my way for my viewing convenience so that I could spy on him from up underneath, taking in the delicious sight of his balls bouncing as he worked, the little anus clenching as he delivered his sperm and, with the many mirrors, I was afforded the view from many angles. Other times I would lay hands upon them.

I had been possessive of my young men, of this I was fully conscious. The Masturbatorium, for instance, I had kept from my lady's maid and companion Sarah. It was my little secret. But I found that as I discovered the young men, as I explored their bodies and tasted their seed, my jealousy of them diminished. Oh they were still very much 'my boys' but the idea of lending out their beauty no longer gave me anxiety.

So, it was one day that I decided to share with Sarah the delights of the Masturbatorium while she was busy at her needlework and I was gazing out of the windows at the young men glistening with perspiration as they chopped logs outside. In any other household, jobs such as the chopping of logs for my fires would have been done in a yard but Bentley, so attuned to my preferences, transferred such tasks to my window so I could enjoy the sight of them being carried out, these muscular young bodies exerting themselves in my service.

Having heard three little raps on the door of the Masturbatorium, I questioned Sarah thus: 'Do you know what is that door in the corner, Sarah?'

'No, my lady,' said she, raising her eyes from her task and looking at the previously unstudied door. 'But did I hear a noise coming from it just this minute?'

'You may well have done,' I answered, mischievously. 'Why don't you open it and have a peep inside?'

She did as I bid and rising from her chair, placed her embroidery on the seat and betook herself to the door. Opening it but slightly and with some trepidation, in case I might be playing a trick on her -- which, in a way, of course, I was -- she peeked inside and immediately turned back to me in surprise.

'But my lady, there is a fully naked young man in there,' she exclaimed, a smile creeping across her mouth.

'How incredible!' I said, all dissimulation. 'Please open the door wide so I might verify this information!'

Indeed, inside the Masturbatorium was perhaps the most impressive member of my staff Sarah could hope to stumble across, bearing in mind in her long life as a spinster, the penises Sarah has seen could be counted on one hand, mainly Bentley and Smythe that very first day of the new regime at Heaton.

It was the first time Daniel, the delicious red-head Jeannette and I had fitted the breeches on, came into the Masturbatorium. Standing side by side with Sarah, I put my finger to my lips to indicate that we should perhaps not make our presence felt, as we enjoyed the sight before us. The blindfolded Daniel had stripped entirely naked, including removing his shoes and stockings and was lying on cushions close to the screen, his feet upon the glass so we had his soles to discover. Sarah put her hand to the glass as if to feel them.

In this position, we had a delicious view of the underneath of Daniel. His perineum with a pink line along it, his balls, which were as smooth as Stephenson's, which made me wonder for a moment if Bentley was broadcasting my fondness for smoothness -- except in himself, of course: Bentley's fur was a delight to me. And of course, the penis: long, thick and with veins that almost seemed to throb in front of one's eyes.

After watching this spectacle for a few moments, Sarah blushing but with a smile on her face and her tongue ever on her lips, I decided to surprise her even more and rapped three times to bid Daniel come to the glass. Sarah watched all amazement as he rose to his feet, his penis almost flat to his belly, and feeling for the hole in the glass, a hole Sarah had heretofore not noticed, he fed that extreme member through it so it was standing erect in front of us.

I reached out a hand and gripped the shaft of this prodigious penis while Sarah looked on stupefied and Daniel's head flung back at the electricity of my touch. I then took her hand in mine and, leading it to Daniel's member, wrapped it around that sturdy shaft. This was the first penis Sarah had ever touched and the sensation produced a deep blush and a sparkle in her eyes I had never noticed before.

Joining her hand on the penis, which was more than big enough to accommodate both our small white hands on its length, I started to move it up and down so that the foreskin went over the head, then retracted again. Sarah's hand moved with mine and in a moment I left her to continue this most wonderful of tasks while I moved my hand to Daniel's balls, which seemed to be to be in need of caressing.

Almost immediately a teardrop appeared at the end of Daniel's penis and, using my other hand, I dipped a finger in it and took it to my lips. Sarah was all amazement and when a second teardrop appeared, with a wordless appeal for my permission, which was granted, moved her second hand toward the tip and stole the teardrop for her own mouth, relishing the flavour. The third she rubbed into her lips as if it were a balm.

I asked Sarah, again wordlessly, to bring the footstool I had been using until just presently to me so, reluctantly releasing her grip on the beauty in front of her, she skittered over to my chair and, pushing the stool with her foot, returned. I sat on the stool so that Daniel's penis was now in front of my face and, I allowed him to feel my breath upon it and anticipate the delights that were about to be visited upon it. I let this moment extend, the more to provoke his anticipation. Sarah, meanwhile, was watching with a palpable excitement.

And then I guided the penis to my mouth, which, by this time, was hungry for it. The flavour of it was second only to that of Bentley and I partook heartily, taking the head of the monster deep in my mouth though however deep I took, there was still a prodigious amount of the penis left without. Sarah, I noticed, had taken to caressing the boy's balls, weighing them in her soft elderly hand as if they were a real treasure, which, of course they were while her eyes were clamped to the head being toyed with by my mouth.

Having wandered my tongue over his penis for some time, dipping the tip of it into the slit and filling my throat with the head, I bid Sarah take the stool from me as I stood. She looked all a-fluster but taking the seat, she drew Daniel towards her face and, again checking me wordlessly for my assent, opened her mouth and tasted the first penis of her life. And what a way to start her career! With a young, hard penis of outlandish proportions! And yet she took to the task with skill, licking the head and playing with it in her mouth, all the while working the shaft and cradling the balls in her hand. She would sometimes remove it altogether from her mouth and squeeze the shaft to see if she could encourage another teardrop and, when she did, put her tongue to it.

While she worked at Daniel in this way, I fell to my knees and started to lick the balls Sarah had been cradling, wondering how Daniel was explaining the presence of two tongues on his person to himself. Finally, withdrawing Daniel from her mouth, she handed me the prize and, from this position on my knees, I took it deep, rubbing it at all moments until I felt a tensing and saw Daniel's hands go flat on the glass.

'My lady...' he said through the glass, seeking my permission.

'Go ahead, Daniel,' I replied, returning my mouth to the throbbing sex, upon which I felt a pumping in the length of his penis and almost immediately he flooded my mouth with his seed. I dribbled some of it onto my chin and, unseen by Sarah, reached under the muslin of my dress and applied it to my sex, which had not been covered by undergarments since my shaving, such was my enjoyment of the feeling of it.

This adventure over and with Sarah still in a state of amazement, I closed the door the Masturbatorium and told Sarah that she was never to open it save in my company.

Holiday park lifeguard.
My mates family had one of those caravan things at a holiday park in Dorset, they told my mate Ryan he can use it with a few friends for his 18th.
Five of us could join him and we spent the first day mainly drinking and having a laugh.
In the morning Ry said let's go to the pool, so we headed down but it was so busy, full of families and young kids.
We were too hanging for that and were about to leave when we noticed a lifeguard staring at us, she was maybe mid 30s.
She came over and said boys, leaving so soon?
I noticed she was glancing down at our crotch alot.
We said we were still hungover and it's too busy. She winked and said shame, would be nice having some fit lads here for a change.
It made us all kinda horny but we left anyways.
We went back and changed in to our normal shorts and chilled out for the day, we were on way back to the caravan when she walked over to us and said boys, the pools shut now but I'm allowed to use it after hours for lessons if you boys fancy a quick swim.
We said we ain't got our swim shorts with us but she said dont worry.
We thought fuck it why not and followed her heading to the changing rooms.
I was wearing black footy shorts with white Calvin's on underneath, ry had a pair of white footy shorts on with white calvins, lee had grey kinda jogger shorts on and was free balling. Charlie, jack and josh were wearing trackies.
We got in the changing room and realised what do we wear, our pants?
Lee said he ain't wearing any and would have to wear his shorts.
He called out to her and she came marching straight in to the boys changing room.
She said, no underwear allowed in the pool for hygiene reasons. Looked at us and said me and ry can wear our shorts if we remove our pants and she will grab something for the others.
She came back with some really tight Speedos white with blue patterns.
She said it's from a swim team that use the pool.
She told us to change and come shower by the pool.
All is lads changed and we laughed at the boys in Speedos as they were so small it hardly kept their dicks in.
She watched us shower and we were all finding it hot. Our dicks plumping.
I looked over and saw Lee's monster dick print clear as day on show, Ryan's white shorts clung to his cock and his white shorts turned see through.
Suddenly she shouted, lads, what an earth is wrong with you.
I'm.doing a nice thing here for you and you turn it in to an excuse to flash your hard dicks.
We all looked confused and said miss we ain't hard.
She told us to stop it and the pool has cameras, she won't accept our lies.
We told her we ain't hard. I knew I was slightly plumped but not hard.
She marches us back through the changing rooms and said why are you lying in an see your penises are clearly hard.
We all laughed saying but they ain't.
At that she said ok show me, I won't have you on camera all horned up.
She suddenly swiftly yanked my shorts down and looked shocked that I was telling the truth my big dick flopping about but not hard.
She told the others to show her theirs and they all dropped their shorts and Speedos revealing big but soft dicks.
We knew we had nice cocks and were all quite hung.
Lee was ofcourse the biggest with a ridiculous 6 and a half inch soft dick.
She apologised and said they just look so big. My bf is nowhere near you lads.
The issue is we were all.now starting to get hard, her staring at our dicks completely dazed by them.
Slowly all 6 of us stood with raging hard ons.
She apologised and said I realise this is my fault and young lads will get hard in this situation but we will need to take care of that before going in the pool. Lee asked what you mean..she said how do you normally take care of a boner.
She said come on hurry up and led us to the shower telling us to be quick.
She watched us as we thought fuck it and began to wank.
The things that happened from there.....

(Republished from thread How college guys behave naked)

People write either to express a unique idea or insight into life, or maybe just out of a sheer love of language. I think I write articles on this site for both reasons. I share my love for college age guys through words. So, these articles combine my love of words with my love for young men, and through this combination we’ll see how college boys’ youthful bodies and free spirits may enrich our understanding of their sexuality.


JAKE

I met Jake early in the Fall quarter last year, when he was still eighteen. His locker was next to mine and I noticed he wasn’t that pernickety about disrobing. Yes, he clutched his white towel to his groin before slipping his boxers off, but he didn’t bother to really fasten it very tightly so I saw parts of his private anatomy during the four times it slipped. He was headed to the sauna, so after a respectful two minute pause I entered the sauna after him.

Jake was lying on his side like a dog, with his legs splayed, the towel nonchalantly draped over his midsection. We had a nice conversation. He’s a music and a philosophy major, and speaks several languages. He’s a handsome boy with a good amount of chest hair that gets matted around his stomach. Light brown hair, but his chest and abdominal hair is a little darker. I wanted to lick him from solar plexus to navel and back again.

He has a great enthusiasm for reading, so we discussed our favorite books. He also likes skiing, travel and classical music. He speaks a little haltingly, as if choosing his words with utmost care, and speaks with a somewhat “rich” upper-class accent, with just a relic of Mid-Atlantic English. For example, there becomes “theyah”.

A few times he adjusted his position, but did not adjust his towel, causing it to slide away. He corrected it a few times but did not bother to cover his privates.

Our sophisticated little philosopher’s stylus is UNCUT!

And beside his fine, full bush, his scrotum was so relaxed that his testicles were liquified!

I wanted to play with him the same way the nurses played with my penis when I woke up from anesthesia, in the early Eighties. I had expected my mom to be there, but instead there were four or five nurses standing around my bed in the recovery room. They were smiling. My penis was sticking out of the opening in my hospital gown. I was just laying there, groggy, not really registering anything, when one of the nurses reached down and gave my penis a little shake, and said “ding-a-ling” with a Southern drawl. She was trying to get me to tuck my penis away, but I didn’t respond. So, she shook it again and said “ding-a-ling”, moving my penis back and forth. I got the point and sat up in bed, letting my penis retreat under the gown.

I wanted to play the “ding-a-ling” game with Jake’s penis.

Later I saw him in front of his locker. He was nude, and his back was turned towards me. A shapely ass, covered in fine needle-hair. He turned partly to look at me and raised his eyebrows in friendly greeting.

I really appreciate his liberal arts education, and how liberally he shared his body with me.

But I got the best insight about his sexual behavior a week later. He was in the lobby of the rec facility, watching a baseball game. I went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Hey Jake- how are your classes going?”

His eyes were glued to the screen, and without turning away from the tv he just said, “Oh, it’s fine, thanks. Excuse me, I have to watch this.”

In addition to his cultural interests Jake is a huge baseball fan.

What does the fact that he was watching the game so intensely have to do with his sex life? It means that whatever Jake does, he does with singleness of purpose and total focus. So, when he’s talking to me in the sauna, he speaks deliberately and with great thought. When he watches a baseball game, he has no time for small talk. When he’s making love, that is the only thing he’s concerned about. He does not do two things at once. This means that he might tolerate some clowning around before sex, but once he takes off his boxers and his full raging erection pops into view, that is not the time for cutesy jokes.

I’ve read that women value intensity and seriousness in a lover, even more than penis size or big muscles. Ladies, Jake might ignore you when his favorite team is playing, or if his favorite Tchaikowsky symphony comes on the radio. But when it comes to making love, Jake will give you his all.

The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving Ethan stranded on a cracked, deserted highway. His beat-up sedan had coughed its last breath an hour ago, and his phone was a useless brick with no signal. At 22, fresh out of college with a degree in philosophy and zero practical skills, he was starting to regret this impulsive road trip. Dust clung to his sneakers as he kicked a pebble, muttering curses into the twilight.
Headlights pierced the gloom, and a rumbling engine broke the silence. A weathered red pickup truck rolled to a stop beside him, its driver’s window sliding down to reveal a woman who looked like she’d stepped out of a country song—curly blonde hair spilling from a loose ponytail, a smirk tugging at her lips. She was maybe 40, with laugh lines etched around hazel eyes that sized him up in seconds. “Car trouble, sugar?” she drawled, her voice warm and teasing.
“Uh, yeah,” Ethan said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Dead battery, I think. I’m screwed.”
She chuckled, low and rich. “Hop in. I’ve got jumper cables and a little time to kill.”
Her name was Tara, a single mom who ran a diner off Route 17. She popped the hood of his car, her movements sure as she hooked up the cables from her truck. Ethan stood uselessly by, mesmerized by her confidence and the way her denim jacket hugged her curves. “You’re lucky I came along,” she said, wiping her hands on a rag. “This road’s dead after dark.”
The car sputtered back to life, and Ethan exhaled. “You’re a lifesaver. I owe you.”
Tara grinned. “Buy me a coffee at the next gas station, and we’ll call it even.”
What started as gratitude stretched into something more. At a flickering neon-lit diner 20 miles down the road, they sat across from each other in a vinyl booth, nursing lukewarm coffee. She told him about raising her teenage son alone, her wit sharp as she recounted stories of small-town chaos. He spilled his own mess—graduation, a breakup, the aimless drive to nowhere. Her stolen glances lingered longer each time, her foot brushing his under the table.
“You’re too young to be this lost,” she said, her tone softening. Outside, crickets hummed as the night deepened.
“And you’re too cool to be stuck out here,” he shot back, emboldened by her smile.

The air shifted. When they climbed back into her truck to grab his keys, the space between them crackled with unspoken tension. Tara slid into the driver’s seat, her movements deliberate as she reached across Ethan to the glovebox, her hand brushing his thigh—light at first, then lingering. She pulled out his keys, dangling them between her fingers, but didn’t hand them over right away. “Careful what you wish for, college boy,” she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek, her hazel eyes glinting with mischief and something darker. Ethan’s pulse hammered. He didn’t pull away.

Their lips met—tentative at first, a soft graze that tested the waters. Then urgency took over, a floodgate breaking. Her mouth was hot and insistent, tasting faintly of coffee and cinnamon gum, and he matched her hunger, hands fumbling to her waist. The truck’s cab felt too small, the world shrinking to the heat of their bodies pressed close. Secrets traded in the dark—her fingers threading through his hair, his quiet groan against her lips—gratitude morphing into raw, reckless temptation.

Tara pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her smirk returning. “You sure about this?” she asked, voice husky, giving him an out he didn’t want.

“Shut up and kiss me again,” Ethan muttered, tugging her back. She laughed—a throaty, delighted sound—and swung a leg over his lap, straddling him in the passenger seat. The worn leather creaked under her weight as she settled against him, her denim-clad thighs bracketing his hips. His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer, and she ground down just enough to make him hiss.

“Easy, tiger,” she teased, but her own breath hitched as she yanked his t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the floorboard. Her fingers traced the lean lines of his chest, nails scraping lightly, and he shivered under her touch. She shrugged off her jacket, revealing a tight tank top that clung to her curves, her skin flushed in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. Ethan’s hands found her hips, urging her closer, and she obliged, rolling against him with a slow, deliberate rhythm that drove him wild.

The windows fogged as their kisses deepened, sloppy and desperate. Tara’s hands worked his belt free, deft fingers popping the button of his jeans. “You’re trouble,” she murmured against his jaw, nipping the skin there as she slid her hand inside, palming him through his boxers. Ethan groaned, head tipping back against the seat, hips bucking into her grip. She chuckled, low and wicked, before freeing him completely, her touch firm and confident.
“Tara—” he gasped, but she silenced him with another kiss, her tongue sliding against his as she stroked him, slow then fast, reading every twitch and shudder. His hands roamed under her tank top, pushing it up to expose her bra—a simple black thing she didn’t bother keeping on. He tugged it down, mouth finding her breast, sucking and teasing until she moaned, her rhythm faltering.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” she panted, shifting to shove her own jeans down her thighs, awkward in the tight space but determined. Ethan helped, clumsy with need, until she was bare enough, straddling him again. She guided him to her entrance, wet and ready, and sank down with a groan that echoed his own. The heat of her enveloped him, tight and perfect, and they froze for a heartbeat, savoring it.

Then she moved—slow at first, rocking against him, her hands braced on his shoulders. Ethan gripped her hips, meeting her thrusts, the truck rocking slightly with their rhythm. The air was thick with gasps and curses, the slap of skin and the creak of the seat. “Harder,” she demanded, and he obeyed, driving up into her, watching her head tip back, blonde curls spilling wild. Her nails dug into his skin, and he felt the edge approaching, too fast, too intense.

“Tara—I’m—” he warned, voice strained, but she just grinned, wicked and breathless.
“Go ahead, sugar,” she purred, clenching around him, and that was it. He came with a choked shout, spilling inside her, his vision blurring. She followed moments later, shuddering above him, a low moan tearing from her throat as she rode out her own release, trembling in his lap.

They slumped together, sweaty and spent, the cab a mess of tangled limbs and heavy breathing. Rain tapped the windshield, a soft counterpoint to the chaos they’d made. Tara rested her forehead against his, a lazy smile curving her lips. “Told you I had time to kill,” she said, voice rough.
Ethan laughed, dazed. “Best roadside rescue ever.”

She swatted his chest lightly, then kissed him again—slower this time, a promise of more secrets to share before the night was through.

A knock on my door and the flawless Bentley's face has appeared. 'I have something to demonstrate,' he said, mysteriously. 'Should it please my lady.'

'Certainly,' said I.

'You see this door, my lady,' said Bentley moving towards a door that was never used over in the corner of the room. I must say, having lived at Heaton a good many decades, it was beyond me to recall as to what the door led to.

'Yes, Bentley,' I replied. 'Wither does it lead?'

'To nowhere, my lady. There is a small room that in past times was used to leave victuals for this room. There is a door leading into it from the passage and then this door leading into my lady's salon.'

'I see,' I said, finger on chin, wondering where this was leading.

'Well, I have taken the liberty of spending some of our budget on transforming this room...' at which he opened the door to reveal a panel of glass that looked as if it had been restored from one of our many glasshouses. Which turned out to be the case. How curious!

'If my lady would care to peer through...' I approached the glass and looking beyond it into the little room, saw a space quite red with mirrors and couches and cushions in what seemed the Eastern style. I looked at Bentley bemused.

'If I may say, my lady, our rule of these young men never expending their seed except at my lady's express order is weighing heavily on them. They are below the age of five and twenty, my lady, and men this age generally...' He hesitated to use the term in the presence of a lady. '...Generally masturbate more than once a day. I agree that keeping their sperm within their bodies is creating a charged atmosphere but I feel it may be unrealistic to expect more than a few days of abstinence. And so I have created a Masturbatorium, for your pleasure.'

'A Masturbatorium? Please explain, Bentley,' I exhorted.

'When the young men feel an extreme need to... despunk themselves, I suggest that they can now come to me and, if they have worked well, and if my lady has no immediate plans for the boy -- these lads can replenish themselves incredibly quickly -- then I would grant them access to the Masturbatorium.'

I put my finger to my lips, thinking. 'And how would this work, exactly?'

'The young man would enter the room, divest himself, put on a blindfold, which will be provided in the room...'

'Go on,' I entreated, become more fascinated by the idea the more I heard.

'The young man would knock three times on the glass to inform my lady that he was there.' He could see I was intrigued and continued. 'The lad in question would then sit and start to pleasure himself on one of the couches provided and all my lady would need to do to enjoy the spectacle would be to open the door and spy on the young man through the glass. He would not know whether he was being espied or no, while the mirrors that I have placed around the room should afford my lady many perspectives on the situation.'

'Ingenious, Bentley. You are really the most excellent imagineer!'

'I am inspired by my lady's tastes,' he replied with a grin that can only be described as saucy. 'But that is not all...'

I raised an eyebrow.

'You may notice, my lady, that here in the glass is a hole that I have lined with velvet...'

I now noticed the hole and, clearly, from my countenance, was bemused by it.

'When the boy knocks three times and my lady opens the door to spy on the boy, if it pleases her to... please the boy, all she has to do is knock three times back and the boy will understand that he is to come to the window -- still blindfolded: there is a narrow cord on the floor that he can follow with his feet to find the direction -- and position his manhood through the hole.' His look by now was mischievous in the extreme. 'Once his manhood is through the hole, my lady will have full access to it with her hand or any other part of her anatomy to do what she will with it. The boy will assume it is my lady but will not know for sure.'

I must say I was delighted by this contraption. Most excellent Bentley! How his imagination works! The idea that, quite undiscovered, I could pleasure myself in this way was quite beyond my comprehension. I felt a flush of pure pleasure come to my cheeks and a smile materialise on my lips.

'Would my lady like me to demonstrate it myself?' he asked with a twinkle.

'I think that would be best,' I said, twinkling back.

Bentley closed the door to the Masturbatorium and the room was back to its respectable self. He then took his leave and left the room as I waited, all expectation, until a couple of moments later, I heard the three knocks. My heart was beating fit to explode as I rose from my chair and approached what had, until moments ago, been an unnoticed door in the corner. With some trepidation and a trembling of my hand, I opened the door.

There, inside the Masturbatorium, was Bentley, entirely naked except for the blindfold and his stockings and shoes -- he had clearly noted my excitement at Daniel in such dress - sprawled on one of the red couches, his erect manhood in his hand. He continued to caress his manhood, reaching down to his testicles, squeezing them, lifting them so I could spy underneath all the way to his furry hole, nipping at his own nipples and generally pleasuring himself... for my pleasure.

The sight was so exciting and, being entirely invisible to all the world myself, I pulled over a stool and, reaching beneath my petticoats, began to rub my moistened finger along the lips of my sex as Bentley had done with his tongue the previous day. To be watching this beautiful man display himself for me without seeing me pleasure myself at the sight was an excitement in itself.

And then I knocked. Three times. At hearing my raps, Bentley immediately got himself to his feet and feeling his way along the floor cord, approached the glass. Holding out his hands he first found the centre then using those hands located the velvet lined hole. My eyes were agog, staring at the hole with such expectation until the head, still covered with a foreskin I had such affection for, emerged through it. I was all excitement, my busy fingers sliding around my quim in juice that, despite my age, seemed free-flowing.

Then came the shaft, the pubic hair, the balls while Bentley's perfect body was pressed against the glass - his nipples, the line of hair to his navel, the muscles, all squashed delectably close but untouchable. The same was not the case for his penis.

From my stool, I approached it. Breathed on it, at which I heard a first moan. Smelled it. How I loved the smell of this man! And took in the beauty of it, a penis like an old friend. I had enjoyed the penises of my young men -- very much enjoyed them -- but this was my clear favourite, perhaps because it was my first.

I reached out my tongue and collected the teardrop of precum that had collected in the little eye of his penis. He moaned, pressing his body closer up against the glass. I grasped the penis around the shaft, it twitched in my hand, rose as if searching for the contact of my lips. I teased him in this way for some moments, allowing him to feel my breath, my tongue, my grasp and then, when I felt he could bear it no longer, I pulled back the skin and enveloped the entire head of his penis in my mouth. Oh, the taste of him!

I looked up to see his palms against the glass, his head thrown back in ecstasy and I probed the eye of his penis with my tongue, weighed his testicles in my hand and thoroughly tasted him.

Bringing my mouth closer to the glass, my head tantalisingly out of reach so he could not grasp it as he had done on the day of our meeting, I took his penis further into my mouth until I felt him draw back and draw forward again, back, forward... my mouth almost on the glass, Bentley was having intercourse with my face and with more and more frenzy. But this time he did not release his sperm immediately but continued stuffing my mouth with his meaty cock.

I needed breath so came away, turned my attention to his balls, which I took into my mouth one at a time, then went back to his penis, which he returned to thrusting in and out of my greedy mouth while my fingers pinched the nib at the top of my gash, which sent shudders of pleasure throughout my whole body. Within moments I heard him gasp, 'My lady... be ready...'

By that he meant that I should withdraw my mouth so that his seed could flow. But I refused. Grasping his shaft so he could not retract it, I kept the head of his penis in my mouth. 'My lady...' he groaned one last time before I felt the rich creamy sperm flow into my mouth, my second such snack this morning, but this was the creamier. I held my head back a little so that I could feel the spurts on the roof of my mouth, taste that thick load on my tongue and feel it creep into to my belly. Oh delicious Bentley!

When the last shudders had left his body, I withdrew my mouth and Bentley withdrew his member from the hole upon which I closed the door on the Masturbatorium. Dabbing my mouth with my handkerchief and then placing said handkerchief beneath my skirts dabbed that place also, I regained my seat by the window and picked up my teacup like the most respectable woman in the whole county.

Within moments, Bentley was at the main door, smiling a smile of real happiness, fully dressed and with no evidence whatsoever of what had that moment passed between us.

'So,' he said proudly, looking me squarely in my face, 'how does my lady like her Masturbatorium?'

'Your lady likes it well,' I said saucily. 'Very well indeed. Now we need to populate it.'