This is a revision of a multi-part story I posted a while back that includes more detail and an fresh new chapter!

My neighbor came over the other day to ask if it was OK if his builder could temporarily remove some fence panels whilst extending his shed. He explained his plans and that they would put the panels back once the job was completed. I gave him the nod of approval and thought nothing more of it until a few days later when the builder arrived.

There were three of them, the more senior appeared to be the boss as he was barking orders to the other two. As we are just coming out of spring and into our summer the weather fluctuates from cold to pleasantly warm. On this day it was relatively warm, enough for a just a T-shirt shorts, especially if working outside reconstructing a shed.

I was busy at work in my home office which has a window facing the neighbor’s shed, so I could partially see their heads bobbing up and down above the fence line every now and then. Not being too nosy, but inquisitive, I took advantage of the tinted windows in my office knowing they could not see me watching them through my window.

I could only see a portion of their torso’s but from what I could see, all three of them were quite masculine with biceps to die for. I managed to continue working whilst glancing out the window occasionally getting a glimpse of each one while they worked. As lunch time approached I looked out and noticed a couple of T-shirts hanging over the fence rail. Now that got my attention and I almost bolted out my back door and around to the side fence to gain a better look.

One of the guys, the younger of the three was working near the fence line so I popped my head over to let him know it was OK if they needed to take a panel or two down to make the job easier. My cock almost put a dent in the fence as it sprung to attention, (the panels are made of aluminum). He looked to be around 25, really thick biceps and a great six pack that he was showing off. I noticed a faint line of hair running from his navel down to and into his shorts. If I didn’t know any better I’d also say he had a semi hard on as well. Either that or he had one massive sized cock inside those shorts he was wearing.

He thanked me for the information and said he would speak to the boss to let him know. As he turned to walk away my heart melted as he was showing his ass crack just at the top of his shorts. His ass looked so cute, it was obviously really tight and he definitely worked out in the gym. Feeling elated and also deflated, I turned to walk away back into my house thinking I would definitely have to satisfy this hard on once I got inside.

I almost got around the corner when the young guy called out to me. Without hesitation I quickly turned around to see what he wanted, and from the look he gave my groin I’d say he was certainly interested in what I was packing inside my shorts. “The boss said thanks, and we’ll put it all back once we’re done” he stated. “Like I said, it’s fine by me” I replied.

I don’t think he heard me, his eyes had fixed onto my bulging cock and he was in some kind of trance. My gaydar was working overtime and it was going “ding, ding, ding”. “Would you like a drink” I asked. “It’s almost lunch time and I was about to grab a bite and a drink” I added. He looked back at his boss, then back at me and said “Yeah, thanks. Just give me a few minutes to get these panels down and I’ll come on over”. I told him to come on in through the back entrance, the door would be open and I would have a cold one ready for him.

It felt like I sprinted from where I was to inside my house. Quickly checking my refrigerator for food and drink, I managed to throw together a quick salad sandwich and noted I had a few cold beers and soft drink to offer him along with either tea or coffee. I sat down at the table, slowly eating my sandwich when the door opened and he walked inside. He was still naked from the waist up and had removed his boots before entering the house. My cock stiffened immediately upon seeing him up close. He had clear skin, was suitably tanned most likely from working outside without a shirt or covering. His shorts were lowered slightly showing off where his tan line ended and lily-white skin started.

“I have my own lunch” he said as he walked over to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. He had a brown paper bag with some prepared sandwiches inside which he quickly opened. “You mentioned a drink?” he stated, “what have you got on offer?” he went on to ask. I responded with “I have beer, soft drink, water, or if you like I can make you tea or a coffee”. As I stood up to grab whichever he decided, he stated “You know I saw your boner just before, didn’t you”. I was shocked, not that he’d noticed but that he was so open about it, and didn’t waste any time in mentioning it. With a question like that, what can one say?

“Well when I see such a perfect specimen of a man, my dick does what my dick does” I replied. “And as you can see, it’s still pretty hard” I added. Without another word said, he stood up from his seat, moved over to where I was standing and dropped to his knees. It all happened so quickly, my shorts and boxers were pulled down around my ankles in milliseconds. He grabbed hold of my shaft with both hands and began licking the head of my cock. It was already leaking pre-cum and was a stiff as a board.

He was playing with my nut sac with one hand and probing my hole with the other. His head was bobbing up and down on my cock, he was teasing my ass with his fingers and then there was the slurping sound as his saliva covered my shaft, it wasn’t long before I just let rip with a few ropes of my man juice. I buckled at the knees as he continued to take every drop I had on offer and he didn’t waste any of it. He looked up and smiled at me as he withdrew my cock from his mouth. Then he said he’d have to quickly eat his sandwich and get back to work, but thanked me for the drink.

He pretty much massacred the sandwich in seconds then he picked up his paper bag and started to walk out the door, only turning to tell me he enjoyed the drink and maybe the other young guy might be thirsty by afternoon tea time if I was interested. “Hell yes” I replied.

I’d never met anyone in a public toilet block before but after I’d been into this one in a village not far from me and found sex messages on the walls and phone numbers. I found myself getting hard. I found one message wanting meets there and to leave a time to meet. So I braved it and did.

I suggested 3pm on an afternoon five days from then. I had to have a wank in there before I left so I did, imagining if I’d actually go through with it or even if there was anyone at the end of the scrawled message.

The next day I didn’t have time to revisit to see if there’d been a reply but the day after I did. There it was, an answer saying yes, will be here and repeating the time, 3pm on the day I suggested It also read, I will use the word ‘Pharoah’ so you know it’s me. Before this I had only ever sucked guys off and they’d sucked me off and had my ass fingered which I admit I absolutely loved every time. I had never been fucked or fucked anyone at that point. Come the day I was in two minds whether to go but in the end I did and parked around the corner at 2:30pm, then walked past the toilet block a few times making my final decision.

On the third pass I went in and it was just after 3pm. There was no one there but I entered the same cubicle anyway and saw the message as it was when I found it. It was only a few minutes before I heard someone enter the block. There was breathing and silence. I stayed where I was in the cubicle, then a knock and then a quiet whisper which said, hey, Pharoah. I unlocked the door and he grinned, he said it was nice to meet me and walked in shutting and locking the door behind him.

He was about my height, heavier built, older but not by much. There wasn’t a lot of room for two fully-grown men but we managed. He said, thanks for the wanting to meet, I reciprocated. He didn’t waste time and immediately grabbed by groin and said, nice, my cock instantly grew under his grip, I felt a wave of panic but also excitement. This was still new to me. He began unfastening my jeans and slipped his hand inside and pulled me out, looking down he seemed to like what he found and started wanking me slowly. He stood really close, no choice. I worked hard not to cum right away and breathed while his hands did amazing things to my ever-growing cock.
Just before I was about to exploded he slowed to a stop then told me to pull his out, which I did, clumsily unfastening his jeans and pulling out his much larger than mine cock. It felt so good, hot, throbbing, wet with precum. I stroked him and he told me to sit in the seat and suck him. I did.

He held my head and while I held his cock between my fingers he shoved it into my mouth which I took willingly. At first it was awkward getting his rhythm but when I did I inhaled the smell of sex and let his precum trickle down my throat and smear my tongue. I was getting the hang of this, I thought, and he was so rampantly hard by now. I felt glad I wrote my reply on the wall.

After a while I was wondering if he would ever cum, he stopped me and then told me to bend over the cistern. I said okay and did what he told me. He grabbed my jeans and pulled them right down along with my boxers. He licked his fingers then he spat on my ass and slid one inside me, I almost shot my load as he began fingering my hole slowly at first them more as deep as he could go, then he forced another finger into me and even though it hurt initially I got used to it quick and started to go with it.

It was when he stretched my hole more with a third finger I almost told him to stop but I didn’t, I couldn’t; I was loving it. He spat again on my hole and fingered me so deep with all three. My cock has become too rigid it was fit to bursting.

He pulled his fingers out and I heard a slopping sound as he smeared his fingers in gel and then slid them in again, this time it felt easier and after a few strokes again pulled out. I was taking deep breaths when he asked if I wanted him to fuck me now. I nervously said I hadn’t been fucked before, not properly. He said then he would be my first and I felt what I knew was the tip of his cock touching my hole, and then pushing, pushing and he didn’t stop as I felt myself being stretched even more than the fingers had and then there was a feeling of a pop and I knew the head of his cock was now inside me, he edged it further in and out, over and over, his bare cock, my first ever cock, in my ass and well and truly fucking me.
He fucked me slow, deliberate and getting deeper with each stroke, as I had already discovered how big he was, I could feel every inch working into me making my hips move and I bent over further in the hope it would help. It did and he started well and truly fucking me in that cubicle, his cock moving more and more easily as I heard the gel and juices quietly slopping.

While braced against the cistern with one hand I grabbed my cock and then he reached round and placed it over mine and started to make me wank myself, he squeezed which just made me harder and all the while his cock was taking me for the first time, and I was wanting it so much now.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and cum while both me and him wanked me, my cum shot out like never before as I felt his cock inside me still now hitting my prostate and making me just want it all the more. The sensation was mind-blowing. His breathing changed and he gripped my hips and started fucking me even harder now, I braced again and felt him shoot his whole load inside me, fucking every last drop into my newly-fucked ass.

I couldn’t help but love the feeling of his hot cum in me and by now trickling out. We both stopped, breathing almost in time with each other. He pulled out and fastened his pants.

I stayed where I was for several minutes not sure what to do. He pulled my head around, kissed me on the lips and said, thanks babe, we should do this again and slipped his phone number into my pocket. He unlocked the door and was gone leaving me shocked at myself but also now certain that I want this and that I will want more. I will be calling him again soon.

About 7 years ago, another boring/useless work conference. However I didn't mind as it got me away from the small town I live in. Action there is few and far between. I've always had luck on hotel excursions. Besides that, the expenses fully covered by my employer.

The first night I hit the payload with several married and/or attached guys who needed their dicks sucked. Those guys always seem to drop the biggest loads! Wife or GF not providing oral service.

At lunch on the second day I searched for more possibilities for that evening. Started chatting with a guy who was also in Ottawa for work who was staying at a hotel kitty-corner from mine. Just my type, dark hair, moderately hairy. We agreed to chat some more later that afternoon after we both finished our meetings for the day.

Upon talking later he told be he was the head of a company in Vancouver, married, late 40s, originally from Iran. Discretion was a must for him. He asked if we could meet at my hotel as he had employees with him at his and didn't want to risk meeting at the bar/restaurant there. No problem as I was the only person from my work. Told him I would meet him in the lobby lounge area and said what I would be wearing.

It was early evening, late Spring, so still light out. Sitting by the window I could see a man exit the other hotel and cross the street headed towards my hotel. Not him I thought as he was in a full suit. As he passed the window heading for the entrance he nodded as he noticed me. My heart skipped a beat.

He greeted my with a very strong, business-like handshake and sat down while saying my name (which we had exchanged earlier). Damn I felt underdressed in my casual pants and polo shirt. This guy had some bucks behind him. Impeccably geared out: pressed shirt and pants, must have been an Armani suit and tie, polished shoes that would blind you in the sun, gold watch. On top of that he was gorgeous. Not a hair out of place with a trimmed beard that outlined his sculpted jaw. I was just waiting for him to tell me "thank-you" but it wasn't going to work for him. Wasn't the case. He was very nice, funny and we actually talked about each other for an hour. Finally he asked if we were going up to my room (I was too overwhelmed with him to suggest it myself). So off we went.

We barely got into the room when he grabbed me in a tight embrace and planted a passionate kiss with his full, moist lips. His cologne was subtle with a pleasant woody scent. It caught me by surprise because in our earlier conversations he said he was a total top who didn't reciprocate. I figured he just wanted a blow and go.

He asked me to strip him. Methodically I removed each piece, interrupted only by him ensuring he neatly hung or folded everything with every step. Every time reveling a bit more of his solid, gently manscaped, muscular body until finally I slipped off his underwear. Which he also folded LOL!

His cut cock was a perfect example of manhood. A large mushroom head, bulging veins accompanied by large low hanging balls, and it wasn't even fully erect. He pushed my face into his crotch and I open my mouth to take in the prize. It grew quickly in girth and length as I gobbled his meat.

Pulling me off and up, he started kissing me again as he led me onto the bed. After making out some more he guided back down to his waiting shaft. I worked it like there was no tomorrow. It seemed like he could last for a long time as there was no indication from him that he was ready to cum. Only words of encouragement switching between English and Farsi.

Then he stopped me with a question. "What time did I have to be at work tomorrow morning?" I told him I didn't as I was checking out at noon to go home. The same with him it seemed. "Then we better order breakfast from roomservice before continuing", he chuckled. Fuck, he's staying the night!

After ordering and before returning to bed he pulled a tube of lube out of his suit jacket pocked. I was going to get laid! We continued making out interspersed with me sucking his dick. True to his word he never sucked mine, however, his meaty hands were stroking it constantly. Finally, while on top of me he lifted my legs, lubed my hole and his cock and started to insert.

He was slow and gentle at first. His pushes inched deeper and deeper until the entire engorged sword was firmly planted. The passionate making out turned into an even more passionate lovemaking experience. The thrusts grew stronger and faster. Our moans grew as well until finally he orgasmed, filling me with his seed. I followed almost instantly, leaving a load of cream between our bellies.

Resting for a while in the afterglow, we showered together and I fell asleep in his arms. He nudged me awake during the night to repeat. Then again after breakfast.

Late one night when I was about 20 years old, I was standing on a subway platform, waiting for the next train to take me home after a long day of work.

I decided to walk over to a row of seats near the tail end of the platform so I could take a load off. There were very few people in the station, but there was a man already sitting in one if the seats, a book bag on his lap. From a distance he looked to be in his early forties, but as I got closer I realized he probably wasn’t much older than I was, 24 or 25 at most, but was going grey prematurely. He had this slightly nerdy look and shy demeanour, and wore glasses that were a few years behind in style.

He must’ve felt me absentmindedly staring at him, because he turned his head toward me and looked me straight in the eyes as I got closer.

He had the most striking eyes I’d ever seen. They were steel blue, almost metallic, which brought out his dark pupils, his full head of silver hair and incredibly thick and long eyelashes. It felt like they could stare directly into my mind. This sent an intense shiver up my spine. I immediately looked away, surprised by this sudden surge of sensations. But I could still feel his eyes on me as I walked by him.

That made me feel a little weirded out, so I opted to walk a little further away and not sit down.

As I stood there, I felt the strongest urge to turn my head back around and see if he was still looking at me. The hair on the nape of my neck stood up at the idea, and I felt my cock getting hard.

This was all very confusing. I’d never reacted this way to making eye contact with anyone, man or woman.

But the need to look at him again grew too strong, so I turned around slowly to give him a furtive glance.

He immediately looked away and his cheeks instantly turned crimson red. To my great surprise, this made my heart race and my cock grow harder still. I turned my back to him one more.

What was happening to me?!? I’d never gotten hard from such an interaction, let alone with a man! And I was HARD. Harder than I’d been in quite a while, in fact.

I felt a drop of water fall into my hand. I looked down and quickly realized it was sweat, dripping down from my chin. My face felt boiling hot. I must’ve been blushing as hard as he was.

Again I thought “what’s going on?! I never blush!”

I felt self-conscious about the sweat on my face so I tried to wipe some of it away with my sleeve. In doing so I snuck another look at the guy, and did an almost comical double take.

He’d taken his cock out of his pants and was shielding it from anyone else’s view with his book bag.

This time I didn’t look away. I couldn’t look away, in fact. I was shocked, even mesmerized. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. This was 1995 or 1996, the internet was barely a thing, let alone smart phones and “dating” apps. Porn was hard to get your hands on, and I was too shy to buy it for myself. A couple years earlier a friend of mine has broken into his dad’s stash and given me a couple magazines, which of hidden in my closet and “used” so much they’d fallen apart after a few weeks.

All this to say : I’d never seen an erect penis, besides my own, and the guys’ in those worn out magazines.

I looked up from his crotch and once again looked at his face. He was staring at me with eyes that seemed even more penetrating than they had earlier.

The train came roaring out of its tunnel and startled me back into reality. I looked around, panicked at the thought that anyone had noticed his exposed cock — and me staring at it! But there was hardly anyone around.

The doors opened and we both got on, him holding his book bag in front of his crotch. We were in the last car and it wad late, so it was completely empty.

My flasher sat down on a seat facing away from everyone else and put his book bag down on the seat next to him. His dick was still out, still very hard, almost as crimson as his face has been moments earlier.

It was… big! He probably has a couple inches on me, and I my cock was somewhere between six and seven inches long. It was also thicker, and like mine, uncut.

He opened his legs wide, unzipped his pants and fished out his balls. DAMN. They must’ve been twice as big as mine. Much less hairy though. Thinking back on it he was probably shaved, which I learned later in life was a good way to make yourself look bigger. This guy knew what he was doing…

I looked up at his face once more. Still the same laser-sharp stare, no smile. I’d look down at his crotch, back up to his face, down and up, down and up… he never stopped looking me in the eyes, never down at himself. I suddenly realized that was what he was craving : my eyes, my stare, my facial reactions to him exposing himself to me.

And I also realized was giving him exactly what he wanted. That thought made me harder and harder still. I could also feel precum leaking out of my dick, so much so that my underwear was starting to feel soaked and somewhat sticky.

Then he sat up from his seat a bit and started pulling down his pants. When they down around his ankles, he carefully pulled them over his shoes. He then folded them up neatly, all the while still staring at me.

What he did next shocked me even more. His held out his folded pants to me. He wanted me to take them.

I was frozen in place. I couldn’t believe this. He held them out even closer to me and very slightly stuck his chin out toward me, as if to say “go on, take them.”

I held out my hands to take his pants from him. Then he broke his stare for the first time in a good two or three minutes. He looked at my own book bag, which I was barely aware I still held in my right hand. Then looked up at his pants, then bag down to my bag, then back up to my eyes.

The instruction was clear : put my pants in your book bag. I frowned at his, incredulously, then raised my eyebrows as if to say “are you serious about this, dude?!”.

He nodded his head, almost imperceptibly.

I put the bag down on the floor of the train car, unzipped it and stuffed his pants into it.

When I stood back up, he was holding his white briefs out to me. I gasped. But I understood. I took from his hand.

He looked at my hand holding his underwear, back up at me. Then he slightly stuck his chin out at them and gave a soft but undeniable sniff, and started back up at eyes, more intently than he yet had. Again I understood what he meant.

I raised his briefs up to my face and gave them a quick smell. His eyes widened and he nodded his head, still ever so slightly, but several times as if to say “yes, yes, that’s if, do it again, but sniff harder.”

I obliged, still reeling from this surreal experience, still hard as a rock and soaking my undies more and more.

I pushed his briefs into my face this time, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. The smell was a mix of laundry detergent, bleach and mildly musky sweat. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was, in fact, intoxicating.

I opened my eyes and saw that his face was even redder than earlier. Ditto for his cock, which has started visibly throbbing and seemed harder and girthier still.

So I inhaled again, this time keeping my eyes open and staring right back into his.

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His name was Aran Elliot. He was six foot three, two hundred and fifty pounds, and built like a Roman gladiator. His eyes dazzled blue, his hair verged on blond, and at twenty years old, he was the eye candy for hundreds of college students, both male and female.

I knew a lot about Aran, because I'd been secretly in love with him for longer than I cared to remember. I knew that he brushed his teeth after every meal. I knew that on Fridays he spent an extra ten minutes in the shower, and I knew that he didn't like coffee, but he drank it anyway because he thought it made him look sophisticated.

The reason I knew all of this stuff is because I wasn't just in love with Aran, but I was also his roommate.

I wasn't sure if it was a curse or a blessing. I was only eighteen, so I never expected to be bunked with anybody older than me, but it felt like my prayers had been answered when I walked in to find him grinning at me.

We'd been neighbours growing up, and even though Aran had always been the cool, popular, cute guy, he still made time for my dorky ass which is probably what caused this debilitating crush.

On the opposite end of things, having someone like him saunter around the dorm room, blissfully unaware that even the mere scent of him turned me ravenous, was akin to torture. I felt like I was in a desert, and even though a glass of water sat across from me, I could never drink it.

He wasn't cruel, either. He knew I was gay after my mom told his mom a few years prior. He never once made me feel bad about it. In fact, he regularly enquired as to how my search for love was going, and I regularly lied, and told him it was going fine.

But it wasn't fine.

I wasn't even a bad looking guy! Sure, I was a little skinny, and maybe my unruly brown hair could do with some attention, but I wasn't that bad. I knew it, because I downloaded Grindr once, and was flooded with messages telling me how cute I was. The only problem, however, was that the vast amount of said messages were coming from men who had more things in common with my grandpa than with me.

The bitter reality was that Aran was a straight guy. Not only was he straight, but he was straight straight. You know the ones. They play sports and say bro all the time. They drive trucks, drink beer and belch. Yeah, that was Aran, though at least he was kind.

My only saving grace was that Aran was a playful kind of guy. It wasn't that he would tease me, but he knew that the key to getting me to do anything was pretty straight forward.

"Can you tell my girlfriend I'm sick?" He had once asked, and when I refused, Aran accidentally dropped a pair of his worn boxer briefs onto my lap.

"Can you go and get me a box of donuts?" Was another, and when I groaned, he suddenly needed a shower, and stripped to his underwear right before my eyes.

It was certainly an interesting relationship, and even though I would never get to touch the beefy jock, looking was quite alright.



The holidays were quickly approaching. Aran was supposed to be visiting his girlfriend's family for the first time, but he'd been acting weird about it for weeks. He'd been out with some friends prior to returning to the dorm room pretty wasted, and finally he blurted it out.

"I don't love her, bro" he sighed, peeling off his t-shirt to reveal his immaculate abs. "I don't even think I like her anymore!"

I was pretty focused on his increasingly naked body, but the answer was pretty simple.

"Break up with her then" I shrugged, watching as he shimmied his pants down his legs and lay back on his pillow.

Thick tufts of black hair covered his armpits as he wrapped his hands behind his head. His chest was mostly smooth, but a line of the same hair led from his bellybutton down into his underwear. It was strange to be jealous of hair.

"I can't" he groaned, "you know what I'm like with confrontation".

I did know. As big and intimidating as Aran could be, he hated anything that could result in an argument. He reminded me of a very hot teddy bear.

"You know" he said, his voice rising an octave.

"No way!" I scoffed, already knowing where he was going, "I'm not breaking up with your girlfriend for you".

Before I could continue, Aran was on his knees, bouncing toward me with his hands clasped and his face scrunched up as his large puppy-dog eyes gazed through me.

"Pretty please?" He whimpered, reaching the edge of my bed.

"No way, man!" I laughed, pushing his head back, "that's your shit to deal with".

He groaned and dropped his head on the mattress beside me. Oh, how I wanted to caress his beautiful face.

"I'll give you one hundred thousand dollars" he mumbled.

"Will you?" I smirked, "don't you owe your mom like two hundred bucks?"

"See?" He moaned, "don't you feel sorry for me? Won't you reach out a helping hand to your best friend in the world?"

I smiled as he begged.

It was always funny to me how different Aran acted in the privacy of the dorm room. Out on campus, he was this tough, scary beast of a guy, yet in here, well... He was begging on his knees wearing just his underpants. The thought was actually quite arousing.

"How about this" he said, and I rolled my eyes, and immediately stopped and froze on the bed as Aran's hand slid across my leg.

"What are you doing?" I asked, watching as it travelled closer to my groin.

I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest. Sure, he joked around sometimes but he'd never actually touched me.

"A... Aran?" I choked, as his second hand reached over so he had either side of my pants. "Aran what –"

"Just shush for a minute" he smirked.

I did shush. I shushed and I watched as my roommate began to lower my pants, revealing a pair of embarrassingly tight briefs that I should have thrown out a long time ago.

Aran continued pulling them down until they rested over my shins, then he sat on the edge of the bed and took my wrist.

"You do me a favour" he said, "and I'll do you a favour".

My mouth fell open as he guided my hand toward his bulging package. He pressed my palm against it, and I felt the warmth as it throbbed inside.

"This... I... You..."

"Just shush" he repeated, and it felt like fireworks had begun to erupt inside me as his hand closed around the crotch of my briefs.

"So what do you say?" He asked, rubbing me as I stiffened in my underwear.

I gasped, then bit down on my lip as I realised that we were both becoming erect.

"I... I uh... Yeah... Yeah"

Aran grinned at me and pulled down the front of my briefs. My six inch cock bounced out, slapping against my smooth groin as he wrapped his hand around it and made me gasp.

"Nice cock" he said, raising a brow.

With his free hand, Aran dragged his own underwear down his muscular thighs and returned my hand to his cock.

I couldn't make a sound. I simply gawped at the scene as it unfolded right before my eyes. His cock was larger than mine which was unsurprising. He was semi-erect, and the head was the size of a peach. I stared at it as he closed my fingers around it, and suddenly we were jerking each other off.

We didn't talk. There was nothing that could possibly be said in that moment. All we could do was wank each other off, and I was sure that I had never been more aroused in my entire life.

He sped up. My foreskin slid back and forth over my helmet, sliding my pre-cum up and down my shaft. I was becoming more and more breathless by the second, and the only reason I hadn't cum yet, was because I was trying to focus my attention on the mammoth rod in my hand.

Aran must have been at least eight inches long and as wide as a bat. He was cut, and his pole was now slick with fluid as I pumped him.

He groaned gently, and that sent a wave of pleasure through my body. It was better than I could have ever imagined, and I had imagined.

Minutes went by. Five first, then ten. I was pretty sure that I was close to orgasm, but when Aran sped up, I was certain.

The sound of sloshing filled the small dorm room. I could smell his fresh sweat, and the scent of young excitement in the air. He gasped before I did. His large body became stiff as he swung around and took over.

He fucked his hand. Pushed his groin toward my body and dragged my shirt up my chest. I took hold of my own cock as my muscular roommate jerked rapidly, and then I felt it.

Splashes of hot cum began to drench my chest and stomach. Aran moaned loudly, still pumping wildly as more and more of his seed soaked into me. It pooled in my bellybutton, cascaded down my sides, and covered me almost completely.

Feeling him pour on me sent me over the edge. I grunted and groaned, my body tensed and tightened, and the orgasm that burned through me was one of the strongest I had ever felt.

My own sperm gushed from my swollen cock head, splashing across my soaking torso and pooling with Aran's in a cocktail of passion. Every inch of my body came alive with a fiery excitement, and when my balls had finished shooting wads of cum, I sank into the bed, limp and breathless.

He sat back down. His naked butt was inches from me, his hand was busy squeezing the last of his load out, and when he turned to me, he was grinning.

"So" he smirked, "you'll do that favour for me?"


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He came to the door with a stunning smile and a bouquet of flowers. His attire consisted of a pair of faded jeans and a white tee shirt. He wasn't in perfect physical condition but his appearance was pleasing to the eye. His hair was soft, dark brown, and curly. His deep blue eyes sparkled in the light, like diamonds in the sky.

She answered the door with haste. Her cropped brown hair was freshly styled and her scent filled is nose with fresh aroma. The dress she wore was a simple blue Jean mini, cut just above the knee. She had the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen and a smile that was to die for. She had beautiful long slender legs that looked sleek and silky smooth.

As he entered the room his cologne of spice wafted through the air as she inhaled. There he was standing before her; she couldn't believe her eyes. She had seen a few pictures and talked to him on the telephone but it didn't compare to the person standing just inches away from her. He was so masculine, sensuous and yet so sensitive and caring.

He gazed at her with a wanton stare. It took all his will power to keep from rushing over and taking her at that moment Everything about her reeked of sex. From the way, she pushed a lock of hair from her face to the way she walked across a room.

She escorted him to the sofa. He handed her the fresh cut spring bouquet. She took the flowers inhaled their fragrance and took them to the kitchen to put them in a vase of water. She offered him a drink of rum and coke and he accepted. She prepared the drinks and returned to the living room. She then turned on some soft romantic music and sat down across from him.

As they sipped their drinks and became more at ease with one another she moved to the sofa to be next to him. They hadn't made any elaborate plans, just to meet and share a drink.

The couple was relating to each other well as the night progressed. Each having their own fantasy of what they would like to do with the other.

He was thinking of how easy it would be to slide his hand up her dress and feel the wetness of her womanhood. He would love to taste the liquid and smell her feminine fragrance. He was thinking of how he could pleasure her with his fingers then his tongue and finally his hard cock. He wanted to caress her breasts and run his tongue around her nipples and in the valley that lay between the two mounds of soft firm flesh. He wanted to taste the sweetness of her skin and pleasure her in ways she could only imagine.

Her mind raced as thoughts of undressing him danced in her mind. She wanted to caress him and grip his buttocks as she sucked his soft penis into stiffness. She wanted to feel his cock harden in her mouth as she sent chills of ecstasy through his body. She wanted him to taste her milky fountain as she sucked him giving his cock a tonsil massage as he glided deep into her throat.

He reached out to touch her hand and startled her. She noticed his glass was empty and offered him another drink. He accepted. As she poured the rum into the glasses, she felt a pair of hands caressing her back as they moved around to caress her breasts. He could feel her erect nipples standing at attention through the material of her clothing. As he caressed her body, she laid her head back to rest upon his chest. He began kissing her neck moving down to reveal an area of skin on her shoulder. She moaned at the pleasure of his touch. She turned around to face him. The two interlocked in a kiss that would melt Antarctica. The kisses grew more intense and heated.

He cleared a space on the counter top and placed the fiery vixen upon the cold Formica. He slid his hand slowly up her dress caressing her legs and inner thighs as he continued to kiss her with tender passion. He soon revealed there were no undergarments beneath the dress but there was plenty of wetness for his fingers to dance in. His fingers moved in and out of her vagina stopping only to tease her clit. He then removed her dress completely. Her firm breasts begged him to taste their pleasure and he obliged making sure to tease each nipple with his tongue. First the right holding them together licking the valley as he moved to the left breast. She found the will power to undo his jeans revealing black mesh underwear restraining a hard stiff cock. His pants dropped to floor as he stepped out of them and removed his shirt. While caressing his rod, she noticed the skin felt taught and soft. She could feel the veins along the sides bulging and throbbing as though they would burst at the stroke of her hand. She traced the tip of the penis with her fingers and he let out a moan. He was still finger dancing in her vagina but now with a faster deeper pace.

He began kissing her with more fury, pulling her closer. He then lifted her off the counter and placed her onto his rod. As he slid inside her, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He supported her as he moved her up and down on his hard bulging cock. He moved faster and faster up and down the feeling was so intense she leaned back so she could get the full impact of his dick deep inside her.

He moved to support her against a wall as he continued to assist her up and down on his throbbing dick.

Oh how wonderful this felt he didn't want it to end. He was deep inside her pushing and pulling her up and down on his member giving them both a ride of their lives.

She let out a loud long moan as she emptied her fluid onto his cock. He could feel her juices trickle down his shaft and onto his balls. He continued to ride her as she pushed away from the wall allowing her body to lean back giving him deeper access to her canal.

He could feel his self about to erupt as he plunged deep inside her. His hard cock throbbed and tingled as his sticky warm fluid spilled into her depths of femininity.

Exhausted, exasperated and quite satisfied he removed her from his staff, setting her back upon the counter top.

She gathered herself up and slid down. She finished making the drinks and handed him one. She led him back to the sofa. This time she sat next to him resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her as the song "Unforgettable" played on the stereo. She looked into his eyes and said, "This song says it all."

Both believed it had definitely been an unforgettable evening.

THE END

What a week it’s been. Work has sucked. We lost 2 accounts, Our boss Scott got fired, we weren’t sure if we were safe yet, and on top of all that… Jim was in a the middle of a bad divorce


We had decided to go to a strip cluh and relax and relieve some stress. Scott backed out at the last minute. But Jim and I decided to go anyway.

I met him at his apartment. It was in a bad area and run down. But it’s ok. I’m not judging . His divorce was bleeding him dry.

We spent most of the night in the “champagne room” I paid for a lot of lap dances for him. I did a few too. But I was letting him have most of the fun. I’d been single for a while and had a few hookups here and there. But he hasn’t in a long time.

I’ll admit. The girl giving me lap dances was really good and had me on the edge a few times. But I held it in. Thank god. My pants would have shown a cum stain easily.

We were in the car on the way home. Jim was driving his Tahoe.

My cock was throbbing still. I had noticed Jim adjust himself multiple times. But kept squirming in his seat.

“You ok my man?” I asked

“Fuck no… it’s so fucking uncomfortable. I’m still… aroused, so to speak, and it’s killing me in these jeans.

“Hahahah I get it man” I said. My cock was trapped too… I rubbed my bulge. It felt so hard. And my own touch felt amazing..

“Yeah. I can’t take it. Fuck” he said.

I looked over at him. He kinda of looked miserable and was still squirming.

“The Bouncing and moving isn’t helping either. It’s making me harder”. He groaned

“Undo you jeans man.. let it get some room” I said. Shrugging.

“I can’t do that” he said.

“It’s all good. We are adults. I’ve seen a dick before” I said.

“I know. But that’s weird isn’t it. I don’t want to weird you out Matt” he said.

“Dude. Seriously. It’s ok. I get it. I’m uncomfortable too, and you’re in jeans!” said. “It’s a long drive home too”.


“Jesus… I guess” he finally relented and reached down and undid his button and zipper. His bulging underwear popped up slightly.

“See that’s better right?” I said.

“Mind if I pull it out completely”. He asked.

“Yeah man. That’s fine”. I watched him pull his underwear down under his balls and I literally gasped.

“Jesus James” I said loudly. I’ve never called him James and I’ve never seen a more impressive cock in my life.

“What?” He said. Covering it up again.

“No. Don’t do that. It wasn’t that. It’s just… dude. You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in person”

“Really?” He said. “No way”.

“Dude. You’re huge. Mine isn’t even close to that big”. I said. A little ashamed. “I don’t want to be a creep. But I can I turn the light on to see it better? I said.

“Uhm. Sure I guess!” He said.

I clicked the map light on. His red underwear was tucked under his huge hairy balls and his long fat cock stuck straight up. It’s thick head throbbing. Precum dripping down the head

“Dude how big are you?” I asked.

“About 7.25 inches long. I’m about 2.5 inches thick” he smiled.

“Fuck dude. You’re big as fuck. I feel small as fuck now and I’ve always felt small” I said.

“I’m sure you’re fine man. Who cares anyway” he said. “You know what… Let’s see yours”

“Oh hell no… no after seeing that” I said pointing at his monster

“Dude. Bring it out. Fair is fair. I want to see it!” He demanded.

“Fuck….. ugh. Whatever” I sat up and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees. The air from the heater blowing on my bare skin made my cock throb. The bouncing of the car was making the sensations worse. My balls ached. I looked down at it. It was purple and swollen so much. The head flared and was completely coated in my precum. I had been edging for hours now. I could smell my wet cock. My legs and arms were covered in goose bumps. I was too close. My balls were so tight and aching

“Dude. Your cock is hot!!” He said loudly. Swerving as he stared at it.

“Watch the road dumbass!” I yelled and laughed.

“Haha. Sorry. Seriously. You have a really nice cock.” I looked at him staring at it. It made my hardon throb more. The head flared in and out with my heartbeat. I took deep breathes trying to stamp down my climax before i went over that edge I looked at his cock. He was stroking it. Precum flowing over the sides of his thick head. Fuck this is so hot. I can’t believe this.
I watched his hand leave his cock and move toward me. I sat back, my eyes wide as his hot hand touched my thigh his fingers touching my bush. It was all too much.

“Oh fuck James!… uuuggghnnn uuggggg uuggnnn uuugghh” I groaned and grunted loudly as he pushed my passed the point of no return and my cock bobbed up and down quickly , cum shot out landing on his dash multiple times. His floors, and his leather seats. .

“Fuck dude!” He yelled.

“Oh my god man. I’m sorry. Jesus. I can’t believe that happened” I was so mortified and my face was on fire.

“Sorry?!? Sorry?!?!” He gasped. “Why?? That was hot as fuck!” He swerved again. “Sorry. Shit”
I looked over at him. His eyes were wide. I hadn’t noticed his hand had left my thigh and was moving up and down his thick cock.

I’m not sure why, but I reached out with my left hand and wrapped it around his massive dick and pushed his away. I began to stroke him slowly. He adjusted in his seat and thrust into my grip and then sat back and drove as I tugged on him.

“Oh fuck man… yes. Uuuugg” he moaned.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.

“Fuck yes” he moaned.

“Dude your dick is so thick and hard. Good god” I said softly.

“Thanks.” He replied softly.

I jerked him like this for a few minutes, but my arm was throbbing. I twisted to my left hip and reached over and began stroking him with my right hand.

“Fuck man!” He said suddenly.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked my hand stopped stroking him.

“Fuck… nothing. But you’ve got a fat ass” he groaned and I felt his hand slap my bare asscheek playfully, and then grip it hard. My pants still around my knees. I hadn’t even thought of that. But the feeling of his hand gripping my ass wasn’t bad. And wasn’t unwanted to be honest.. it felt good. My body was on fire. I could feel more cum dripping from my cock. I began to stroke him again. I could feel his cum under my hand.. My cock was hard again and throbbing.

I moved closer to the center console and leaned over him. Laying my head on his chest as i jerked him off more quickly. His hand adjusted on my ass. He squeezed it tightly again. I could feel his fingers near my hair on my balls and it sent chills down my body. I wiggled my ass and he slapped it playfully and grabbed it again.

“You have a fat ass man!” He said.

“Thanks I guess” moaned against his chest as I began to jerk him off quickly. His cock soaked in precum it was so slick and sloppy. I gripped him tightly and twisted my hand back and forth as I moved up and down its length.

“Oh fuck man. Oh fuck” he moaned.

“You like that?” I asked as I continued to stroke him.

“Oh fuck yeah man. Oh fuck that feels incredible”.

We pulled into his parking space. My car in front of his. I continued to pull on him aggressively. My arm was throbbing, but so was my cock.

“I’m going to cum man” he groaned. His hand fell from the steering wheel and held my hand as I jerked him off.

“That’s it man” he grunted “uuunnngg. Uuunnng” he grunted loudly as his body jerked. He grabbed my ass painfully. I saw the cum erupt from the wide opening of his thick head and it landing on my face. The second shot hit my lips “Ugh. Unnngg. Uuuughnn” he groaned with each spasm of his cock. His hot cum all over my face and his abdomen. It set me off again and my cock erupted onto the console and seat

“Oh god I’m cumming again.. uuuughhnn uuuunngggg fuck!!!” i groaned against his chest.

We sat that way for a few moments. Cum dripping from my face. I finally sat up.

“I should probably leave… I need to clean up”. My mind spinning about what just happened. I felt so hot. And so ashamed at the same time.

“I’m sorry man” he said. “What did we just do?” He said.

“We had fun. Don’t be sorry. But… this never happened” I said.

“Ok” he said. But sounded a little disappointed

“You want to come in” he said finally.

“No… i probably shouldn’t”. I wiped my face off with my shirt. Pulled my pants over my soaking wet dick and climbed out.

“See you Monday at work… ok Jim?” I said

“Of course man. See ya” he said as I closed the door and jumped in my car and left.

Hi guys this is my first time writing so if it’s bad i do apologise. This stories about me (Sam, 18, 6ft, decent built body, brunette, blue eyes) and Liam (18, 6ft2, decent build aswell, blonde, green eyes).

It was the middle of January when i got a snap notification from Liam, this was quite unusual because although we had been out a few times together we weren’t friends enough to the point we would snap or message each-other, we were more so acquaintances as Liam was dating my best friend sienna at one point.

I opened Liam’s snap and it was a message that reads as follows.
“Yo sam mate, random message ik but I’ve been kicked out of mine and got nowhere to go, I’ve asked literally everyone and their mums won’t let me stay there, any chance your mum would let me crash at yours for a night or two?”
I didn’t really know what to think because Liam and I had never just had a one on one chat or anything so didn’t know how it would be with him staying at mine, but i didn’t want him to be left on the street so I went down and asked my mum to which she said yes, she never cared about anyone coming round so I wasn’t surprised.
I replied to his message saying “yeh mate that’s sound my mum said that’s fine, let me know when you’re outside”

20 minutes later Liam arrived at my house with a backpack full of clothes.
“Mate thank you so much for doing this no one would let me stay” Liam said
“Don’t worry about it bro it’s sound, only thing is we don’t have an airbed so I can make a bed up for you on the floor but it might not be that comfy” i replied as we walked up the stairs
“Nah that’s sound mate anything’s better then the bench” he said
We went into my room shut the door and Liam told me why he got kicked out, his mum and dad found out he’s been smoking weed and doing other drugs and they’re strict parents so told him to get out, he’s under the impression he’ll only be out for the night and they’ll let him back but they’re adamant he’s not going back.
The rest of the night wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be, we spoke for a bit then just sat and watched TikTok until we decided to go to sleep as we both had college the next day. We tried making the bed on the floor as comfy for him as possible but it wasn’t comfortable at all. I usually sleep naked but kept my boxers on as he was staying, he done the same and we both went to sleep.

We woke up at the same time to the alarm. I had the usual morning glory so stayed in bed for a few minutes until it went down, and I could tell Liam was doing the same. We got up, got ready and got in my car to drive to college. We arrived and went off to our classes, we’re on seperate courses i do business and he does construction. We didn’t see eachother much of the day only once when we was on a break. We finished college at the same time and instead of going out liam just came straight home with me, it was the same as the day before really we just ordered some food ate and chilled. When it got to the night we both had showers and got ready for bed, I felt bad for Liam sleeping on the floor again and i could tell he didn’t really want to sleep there either.
“You don’t have to sleep on the floor if you don’t want to bro you can sleep in my bed, no homo tho” i laughed
“Are you sure bro, i don’t mind sleeping on the floor but your bed would probably be more comfy” he replied
“Yeh it’s fine don’t worry bro”
“I’ll try keep my hands to myself” he joked
We was getting into bed and i didn’t really know if I should sleep in my boxers or put a pair of shorts on top.
“Do you mind if I sleep in my boxers?” I asked
“Nah that’s fine bro I’m gonna do the same” he said which was fine by me, even though I prefer sleeping naked I could make do with my boxers. We’re both quite tall so took up a lot of space in the bed each and were touching eachother quite a bit, we eventually went off to sleep.

Teil 1

Der Alarm ertönte um Null-Vierhundert. Matt hatte kein Auge zugetan, sein ganzer Körper hatte vor Schmerzen gepocht, doch nun ertönten die Sirenen und er hätte sich am liebsten sofort die Kugel gegeben.

»Los, los, los ihr Weicheier!«, schrie Drill-Sergeant Solìs über die vielen Feldbetten hinweg. »Morgen-Appell, Aufstellung in zwei Minuten!«

Matt stolperte aus seinem Bett und zog sich schnell die lange Khaki-Hose an. Es war keine Zeit sich herzurichten, alles musste so schnell wie möglich funktionieren. Im ganzen Zelt war blanke Panik ausgebrochen. Leute schrien, schmissen sich Sachen zu und immer wieder stürmte jemand durch die Reihen aus Betten und hinaus in den dunklen Morgen.

»Kann der Wichser einen nicht mal schlafen lassen«, sagte eine Stimme neben Matt. Sie kam von Lance, welcher einer der Wenigen war, mit dem Matt täglich sprach.

»Mir tut alles weh«, gähnte Matt zurück. Lance half ihm auf die Beine und sie gingen zusammen hinaus.

Der Nebel lag noch auf den Gräsern, doch der Militärstützpunkt, der Mitten im Nirgendwo der amerikanischen Südstaaten lag, war genauso hektisch und belebt wie am Tag. Alle Männer stellten sich in 5x5er Gruppen auf, wobei jeder seinen festen Platz hatte.

Solìs verschränkte seine starken Arme vor der Brust und wartete, während er ab und zu einen hastigen Blick auf seine große Armbanduhr warf. Die Männer schafften es rechtzeitig, doch eine Belohnung gab es nicht. Es fand nicht einmal Erwähnung.

Im Anschluss wurden alle zum Frühsport geprügelt. Es ging durch matschige Gräben, über hohe Mauern und viele Kilometer durch den Wald, wobei hier und da immer wieder Hindernisse aus Holz und Stacheldraht auftauchten.

Sergeant Solìs lief als letztes hinter der Gruppe aus gut hundert Leuten und seine brachiale Stimme hallte über alle Köpfe hinweg: »Ihr habt noch zehn Minuten, um am Ziel anzukommen. Für jede Minute Später wird eure Ration für heute Abend um die Hälfte Reduziert!«

Alle bissen die Zähne zusammen, um es nicht zu verpatzen. Matt Herz schlug gegen seine Rippen und jedes Pochen setzte einen stechenden Schmerz in seiner Brust frei. Das Seitenstechen spürte er kaum noch, denn das begleitete ihn schon seit dem ersten Kilometer. Am Horizont jenseits eines dicht bewachsenen Grashügels waren die Sicherheitszäune des Camps zu sehen, das Ziel war nahe.

Es ging einen unsicheren Hang hinunter, der in einem See aus Dreck und Matsch endete. Alle erschraken kurz, wie kalt es war, doch dann prusteten sie weiter, als würden sie schon lange nichts mehr fühlen. Sergeant Solìs ließ sich nichts davon anmerken, er schrie ununterbrochen Matt an, der der letzte der Gruppe war: »Soldat! Wenn Sie nicht ihre scheiß Beine in die Hand nehmen, kriegt heute niemand was zu essen! Verstanden?«

»Ja, Sir!«

»Und warum laufen Sie dann nicht schneller?«

Matt biss die Zähne zusammen und watete durch den Schlamm, der ihm inzwischen fast bis zur Brust ging. Es war zermürbend, wie sehr er sich anstrengen musste, um sich auch nur einen Meter fortzubewegen. Jenseits des Teichs sah er schon die ersten das Ziel passieren; Lance war unter ihnen. Sie stützten sich auf ihre Knie und atmeten tief durch, was die Kälte um sie kondensieren ließ, doch Matt war noch lange nicht am Ziel.

»Man könnte mir die Augen verbinden und ich wäre selbst rückwärts noch schneller durch diesen See aus Dreck als Sie! Los! Los! Los!« Solìs überholte ihn mit Leichtigkeit und beide stiegen aus dem Morast. Die letzten Meter den Hügel hinauf musste Matt allein bewältigen, der Sergeant war vorgelaufen, den Blick auf seine Uhr gerichtet. Als Matt in Richtung Ziel kam, feuerte ihn niemand an. Auf ihm lag lediglich das Kollektiv der enttäuschten Blicke. Alle dachten nur daran, dass die Zeit hoffentlich ausreichte. Schon eine Minute über dem Limit bedeute Hunger, jede weitere Minute war dann nur mehr Öl im Feuer.

Matt brach auf der Ziellinie fast zusammen. Als er aufsah, bemerkte er, wie Lance ihm aufhelfen wollte. Er war keineswegs aus der Puste und das schmutzige Wasser des See klebte ihm am ganzen Körper, sodass seine grünen Klamotten hauteng an ihm hingen. Matt nahm Lance’ Hilfe dankend an.

»Tja, leider vier Minuten über der Zeit. Dann müssen wir das Ganze morgen wohl wiederholen.« Einen lautes Raunen zog durch die Menge aus Männern, von denen beinahe jeder nun einen unstillbaren Hass auf Matt hatte. Wenn Blicke töten könnten. Ein Sechzehntel war von der abendlichen Mahlzeit nun noch übrig, jeder würde hungrig ins Bett gehen und das war Matt’ Schuld.

»Waschen, umziehen! Um 0-600 treff’ Feldlager.«

Alle standen still, jeder salutierte.



Die Dusche tat Matts Körper gut. Er war zusammen mit sechzehn anderen Männern und wusch sich, wobei er dafür maximal zehn Minuten Zeit bekam.

»Du mieses Stück Scheiße!« Conner kam auf ihn zu, immer noch dreckig, ungeduscht, und guckte auf ihn herab, da er 1,97 Meter groß war. Sein Haar war normalerweise schmutzig blond, doch nun war es vom Schlamm dunkelbraun. Er war unglaublich gebaut, was Matt in Ehrfurcht erstarren ließ. »Du mieses Stück Scheiße!«, wiederholte er noch einmal. »Wieso lassen sie sowas wie dich überhaupt zur Armee? Wegen einem Schwächling wie dir krieg ich heut nichts zu essen?«

Matt wusste nicht wo er hingucken sollte, da Conners stahlgraue Augen ihn verbrennen wollten. Er sah an ihm herab und bemerkte sein durchtrainierten Bauch und der getrimmte Busch aus hellen Haaren zwischen seinen Beinen führte zu seinem – Oh Gott! – der Typ hatte einen Schwanz dicker als sein Handgelenk. Der heftige Apparat hing siebzehn Zentimeter schlaff vor seinen dicken Eier. Matt hatte noch nie im Leben einen so großen Schwanz gesehen.

»Starr nur so lange du willst, Stück Scheiße, davon wird deiner auch nicht größer.« Er packte Matt Kopf und schlug ihn heftig gegen die provisorische Wand der Dusche. Er brach zusammen und Connor zog ab, wobei sein pralles Heck bei jedem Schritt wackelte.

Matt brauchte einen Moment, um sich aufzurichten und die Orientierung wieder zu gewinnen. Er fasste sich an den Schädel und sah dann einen Tropfen Blut an seinen Fingern. Niemand sollte diese Schwäche sehen und so wischte er sich hastig sauber und verließ die kalten Duschen dann im Eiltempo.

Der Grund für sein Antreten bei der Armee war folgender: Sein Vater hatte in den Unruhen des kalten Krieges Karriere bei der Army gemacht und fand, dass sein Sohn unbedingt in seine Fußstapfen treten sollte. Dass dieser nichts von ihm geerbt hatte – rein gar nichts – lag wahrscheinlich daran, dass er nie zu Hause gewesen war. Auch heute sahen sie sich nie.

Der Tag nach der Blamage verging schleppend. Es gab ein karges Frühstück, Waffentraining, mehr Sport, Unterricht im Kartenlesen und Kartografieren und noch mehr Theoriestunden. Sergeant Solìs hielt sein Wort; immer. Was die Soldaten in spe auf ihrem Tablett zur abendlichen Mahlzeit wiederfanden, war tatsächlich ein Sechzehntel von dem, was sie normalerweise bekamen. Gerade als Matt sich setzte, tauchte Connor aus dem Nichts auf. Er schmiss sich auf den Platz ihm gegenüber und nahm Matt alles weg, was von seiner kläglichen Mahlzeit noch übrig war. Obwohl beide um die 25/26 waren, dachte Matt an die Schulzeit zurück und es fühlte sich an wie Nerd gegen Tyrann; das Leben änderte sich nicht.

»Wenn ich weniger krieg, bekommst du gar nichts. Hast du was dagegen einzuwenden?«, fragte Connor, der einen weiteren Streit provozieren wollte.

Matt sagte nichts, stand nur auf und ging mit seiner Feldflasche hinaus in den Regen. Lance wollte ihn noch aufhalten. »Ich geb’ dir was von mir ab.«

»Du hast selber nichts zu essen. Iss was du hast, ich komm schon klar.«

Die Tropfen prasselten ihn auf den dünnen Schultern, als er das Zelt verließ. Beim Hinausgehen sah er noch, wie Sergeant Solìs alle seine Soldaten während der Mahlzeit beobachtete. Wahrscheinlich gehörte diese Nummer nur zu seinem Trainingsprogramm, dachte sich Matt. Er wollte sehen, wie Soldaten in einer extremen Situation wie einer Nahrungsmittelknappheit reagierten, doch niemand gab ihm den Anlass, jemanden rauszuschmeißen. Die Sache zwischen Matt und Connor hatte er übersehen.

Hungrig wie er war, musste sich Matt mit Wasser zu Abend begnügen. Er trank so viel, dass es seinen Hunger stillte, doch dieser kam schon nach kurzer Zeit wieder.

In der Nacht um zwei schlug er die Augen auf. Seine Blase war voll und drückte ihn in die Flanke. Er musste so nötig, dass das Aufsetzen fast schmerzte. Er scherte sich nicht um die anderen und verzichtete auf die Hose, schlüpfte nur in die dicken Stiefel, die noch immer feucht waren. Nur in diese und eine enge Unterhose gekleidet, verließ er das Zelt seiner Mannschaft und suchte jenes mit den Sanitäranlagen auf. Der innere schlammige Hof wurde nachts nicht bewacht. Es war stockdunkel und nur die Zufahrten zum Gelände wurden mit Argusaugen gehütet. Niemand sah, wie Matt über den Platz rannte, halbnackt; der Regen prasselte noch immer heftig und füllte das Schlammloch des Trainingslagers neu auf. Als er das andere Zelt betrat, blieben die Geräusche des Gusses draußen. Er ging durch die Duschen hindurch zu den Toiletten; eine schief zusammengezimmerte Rinne, die lediglich nach draußen in ein Loch führte. Seine schweren Stiefel hinterließen Matsch auf dem Boden. Matt bemerkte noch, wie seine weiße Unterwäsche durch den Regen komplett durchscheinend war und er war froh darüber, dass es niemanden interessierte, was die Soldaten nachts trieben. Wahrscheinlich hätte er noch eine Lektion erhalten, wenn man ihn so gesehen hätte. Er befreite seinen vollkommen durchschnittlichen Schwanz aus der nassen Unterhose und pinkelte genüsslich für eine ganze Minute. Als er fertig war und er sich umdrehte, kam gerade jemand durch den Eingang des Zeltes und durch die Duschen auf ihn zu.

The sun was warm against their skin, in contrast to the icy air, as they entered the park. It was quiet there and the recent snowfall had been left undisturbed; a few footprints from birds and other wildlife were the only visible signs of life in the otherwise virgin and pristine white.

She was an attractive red-head with sparkling green eyes that danced with mischief, her full figure clad alluringly in a hunter green polar necked sweater that clung to all the right places, and accentuated her lovely eyes, teamed with moleskin pants that nestled against her firm calves and pert buttocks and a long leather jacket that hung down to the top of her mid-thigh boots.

By her side walked a handsome man with eyes like sapphires of the rarest beauty and hair the colour of a raven's wing. He too was dressed casually in black denim pants and a pale cream fleece. The leather jacket he had on was a present from the Christmas before and he rarely went out without it.

They heard the children's high pitched squeals of delight in the playground on the other side of the park. Their cries and giggles as they frolicked in the snow, carrying on the cold air; Rachel looked up at Scott and smiled, knowing that he had heard the children too, knowing the thoughts that were crossing his mind as well as hers.

Giggling, she bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, packed it into a ball as she dance away from him and turning, she hurled the snow towards him. It hit him square in the chest with a dull thump. He looked down at the snow as it slipped off his jacket and then looked back at her: she knew that the challenge had been accepted. Grinning, he scooped up some more snow, formed a snowball and took aim at her hastily retreating back…

She skidded down behind a bush as she heard the snowball hit the ground where she had been seconds ago and, breathing hard, stifled another bout of giggles.

"You missed!" she taunted, forming another snowball as she spoke. She risked a quick peek from her stronghold and looked around for Scott, but couldn't see him. She knelt in the snow and looked around again, then chanted "Come out, come out, wherever you are." under her breath. Rachel followed the direction of the footprints to the small fountain that gurgled softly and laughing quietly to herself, gathered her ammunition and stalked towards Scott's hideout.

About halfway across the distance to the fountain, Scott appeared over the edge of it and started to throw a barrage of snowballs at her, hitting her with a couple of them. Caught by surprise, Rachel slipped and sat heavily on the cold ground, laughing uncontrollably. Her chest ached as she pulled the cold air into her lungs and she coughed. Scott saw that she had dropped her snowballs and walked slowly towards her, as if wary of a surprise attack.

Reaching Rachel's side Scott crouched next to her and brushed the snow from her hair. His eyes sparkled with mischief. Breathlessly she giggled "Guess you didn't miss me that time huh, sweetheart!" and brushed the snow off her coat, looking up at him from under her lashes. He stood and offered her his hand to help her up. She accepted it and slowly got to her feet. She smiled at him and wrapped a hand around his neck to pull him down so they could kiss.

Their lips met and she let her tongue slip out just enough to caress his cold skin teasingly. They closed their eyes and let the kiss deepen slowly, falling into each other. She ran her hand up his back seductively, and then before he could realise what she was going to do, deposited the handful of half melted snow she was concealing down his back and jumped away, triumph on her face.

Rachel giggled at the shocked expression on his face as he tried to get his breath back that the icy touch of the snow had stolen from his lungs. She gulped at the new expression that crossed his features, a look of pure revenge; she backed away slowly, begging and pleading for a mercy she knew she didn't deserve and wasn't going to receive.

The back of her knees hit a solid object and she looked behind her, hesitant to take her eyes from Scott. She noticed a small wall, and groaned softly knowing there was no escape now. Granted, she could probably climb the wall before he reached her, but that would have meant she had to expose her back to him, and she knew that would be a sure invitation for more snowballs.

Instead, she turned to face him - a defiant grin on her face. Her eyes danced with delight. Scott pulled his hand along the top of the wall as he pinned her in place and he gathered a good handful of snow. With an evil grin on his face, he pulled the neck of her jumper away from her skin and dropped the icy burden down her ample cleavage.

Gasping, Rachel tried to pull back but Scott held her firm and kissed her, pressing closer to her so that the snow was trapped against her skin. She squirmed as the snow melted and ran over her warm body and then returned his kiss. When he moved away, he noticed that the cold water had had a pleasant reaction on her nipples, as they now stood proud against the material of her sweater. Scott grinned and brushed his fingers lightly over their taut outline, and enjoyed the shiver that ran through Rachel's body, which had little to do with the chill in the air.

With Scott holding her shoulders firmly, they kissed again, with more urgency than before. She sagged slightly in his grasp as his fingers twisted possessively into her hair, holding her to him with a fierce tenderness. She sighed from deep within her throat and wrapped her arms around his waist and under his coat; her fingers massaged his back firmly. They broke the kiss and gazed longingly at each other for what felt like a lifetime. Freeing his fingers from her hair he caressed her cheek, and she closed her eyes to savour the sensations.

Holding him close, Rachel rested her head on his chest to listen to the steady thumping of his heart. She took his hand, her voice and eyes full of desire and whispered "Come on, lets go back, I need warming up." Her voice was shaking slightly. Holding each other close they walked steadily away from the little fountain.

After the short walk back, filled with many kisses and longing looks, they were both trembling slightly as Scott turned the key in the lock. He stood to one side as he pushed the door open, inviting her in. As Rachel entered, she had to brush close to him, their clothes rustled against each other softly.

As they removed their coats, Scott kissed her tenderly, his eyes spoke of an enjoyable way to warm up. She nodded slightly, knowing that he would understand the unspoken question she had answered; drawing a ragged breath he took her hand and led her to the rug in front of the open fire.

They curled up together and watched the flames dance for a few seconds, knowing the flames inside their hearts burned brighter and harder. She leant back against him as he started to stroke her hair, the flames of the fire lending it a deeper colour as it's light shone and played over the logs.

After a short while she turned to him and lightly stroked his face and leant to kiss him - softly to start with, but it didn't take long for the kiss to deepen, full of yearning. She shifted position without losing his lips and leaned closer and then started to run her fingers through his soft hair. Her fingers came to rest against the base of his neck, stroking firmly and communicating her growing need for him.

A low moan escaped his lips, as he pulled her closer. He moved his attention down her throat, hot light kisses warmed her flesh. Scott slid his hands under her jumper and caressed the skin below, before he took her jumper firmly and pulled it over her back and head, breaking away from her kisses and caresses only long enough to remove the offending garment. The fire burned brightly behind her, the flames casting flickering patterns against her naked back.

He trailed little kisses across her bare shoulders and along her arms and then after kissing the palm of her hand, he teasingly pulled her finger into his mouth, and playfully nibbled the tip. She closed her eyes and tried to suppress a shiver; he took advantage of her closed eyes and lightly nibbled the inside of her wrist. Rachel gasped, and tried to pull her hand away, but he tightened his grip just enough to stop her from succeeding.

She tried a different tactic and leaned closer, reaching for his jumper, and pulled it from his body. He released her so that she could complete her task and as his jumper joined hers on the floor, she kissed his chest, her tongue running over his nipple. Rachel put her hands on his shoulders and gave a light push, which was just enough to force Scott flat on his back. She quickly straddled his hips and quite effectively pinned him in position.

Rachel bent to kiss him, her hair falling to form a curtain of silk and fire around them; Scott wrapped his arms around her waist. He smiled and whispered "Now you can't escape."

She nestled into his shoulder and murmured "Who said I wanted too!" They lay there together like that for a few moments enjoying the feel of warmed skin against their own. Rachel shifted her hips slightly and smiled as she felt and heard the reaction she had caused. She lifted her head to look deep into his eyes, loving the way it felt almost like she was drowning in their crystal depths. She moved again, more seductively this time. Another soft groan broke from him, and he slid his hands up her back and fumbled briefly with the catch of her bra.

Scott lifted her slightly, so that his lips could find her taut nipples, she shuddered as his electric touch coursed through her body. She felt a growing pressure against her hip and pulling away, she shuffled down to release his belt and undid his trousers. She knelt and slowly eased his garments over his hips and down behind her. She allowed herself a couple of seconds to drink in the sight of his aroused body and then ran her fingertips over his hip and along his thigh.

She undid the button on her trousers, his hungry, haunted eyes followed her every move and she then eased them down; moving first one leg then the other. Now all that separated their heated bodies was the tiny purple satin thong she was wearing…

Repositioning herself over his hips, Rachel closed her eyes as she settled over his firm flesh, the sensations delicious even with the satin blocking true contact. She reached for his hands and pressed them against her bare breasts, encouraging him to caress them.

As he fondled them with tender hands she rocked her hips slightly, shifting the pressure along his length, causing it to jump slightly under her.

Their breath came heavier now and Scott slid his hands over her belly, keeping contact with her smooth skin and as he reached her waist he tugged lightly at her thong, a silent plea to remove the last barrier between them. Instead she simply moved the material, darkened by the moisture from her hungry flesh to one side and lifted her hips, positioning herself to slip slowly over his throbbing shaft.

They both shuddered and sighed as their flesh merged. Taking Rachel's hips, Scott started to rock her against him in a steady rhythm, their flesh slipped against each other and sending shockwaves through their bodies. His fingers twisted the material that now proved no barrier between them.

Rachel leaned over him and slightly changed the angle by doing so, supporting herself on her arms, her heavy breasts swayed temptingly above him. He lifting his head and captured one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked and tugged gently at it as they moved together. She tried to pick up the pace slightly, but his hands stopped her from rushing the wonderful experience they shared.

They lost all track of anything except the growing need for each other and after an immeasurable length of time, they began to shake. He released her nipple and pushed her harder onto him, filling her as deeply as possible as they gasped and panted. A few more strokes into the very depth of her soul and they cried out together, their bodies twitching as their muscles contracted.

Rachel sank down onto Scott's chest, unable to support her own weight any longer. She was shaking and breathing hard – he, she noticed was in much the same state, his heart that had beat so steady a short while ago now beat rapidly, - he wrapped his arms loving around her and squeezed her tightly. They lay spent and content in each others arms, not speaking for there was no need - their bodies had said all that needed to be said.

Slowly she started to drift to sleep. Scott shifted position, so that they were lying side by side. He stroked her back, and kissed the top of her head, smiling as she dozed and curled in tighter against him. The fire died to embers as they drifted into a gentle sleep, and the snow started to fall softly outside the window.

Does anyone have an experience with an escort in Krakow?

Soooo I have been playing around for the past week with dolphin-2.2.1-AshhLimaRP-Mistral-7B-GGUF, an advanced nsfw chatbot that combined advanced Ai learning with an advanced roleplay bot using a erotic text library to build off of. Anyways, messing around with the random settings in the parameters' tab I came across something I had not experienced yet in my RP escapades. The bot started going way off script introducing a new character and writing its own story with little prompting from me.
This will not start off like your conventional story, these are copy and pasted transcripts from my chat history with a RP chatbot, with minor editing and input, that started writing its own story. I had to " remove last replay" many times when my prompt did not get the paragraph long automated story responses that I was looking for. Likewise, when I found the bot rambling away from the story it was writing, I would " remove last replay" until it got back to the story where I would prompt it to continue.
I originally created the RP for Tod, the bot and Drex,me, but the Ai quickly invented a whole new Character named "song " that I guess it wanted me to play as because it didn't want to lose to Drex, I guess. So I have to remind the bot a few times that i'm Drex, not song so the AI just starts adding song into our story and i go with it
the start up
bot parameters, * something calculated into every reply, really I'm still learning this stuff
Bot's name is Tod, he is a junior in college as well as the local soccer jock. He has dated some of the hottest girls in the college including the senior Stacy, the senior Ray, and the juniors Mimi, Jasmin, Lulu, and most of the junior cheerleaders. He is cocky and arrogant but good at the game. He tries to bully Drex after he moves in next door but has the tables turned and even gets cucked by him.

Tod, a junior , walked over to Drex, a new kid in town. From what Tod had heard, the newcomer was pretty good at soccer, and he wanted to help Drex find his niche. "Hey, Drex, right? I'm Tod, nice to meet you." He threw a hand out to shake Drex's. "So, you're playing for the team then? That's cool. I'm the team's star player, so you might see me around." He smiled confidently, his eyes roaming over Drex's body.

From here on out ,my apologies for any repetition in the story or inconsistencies or logical fallacies Tod is the Ai and I'm Drex, Tod is always the AI speaking and Drex is my own prompts other then the long texts, where I used "Impersonate" to let the bot write for me.
Tod:
How can I help you today?

Drex:
hay I'm Drex i just moved in next door

Tod:
Oh, hey Drex. I heard you moved in. Welcome to the neighborhood! I'm Tod, the star of the school's soccer team. Such a nice little place you've got here.

Drex:
oh you play soccer too then Tod

Tod:
Yup, I've been playing since I was a kid. Actually, one of the reasons I'm so cocky and arrogant. The game looks up to me. Plus, I'm quite good at it. Haven't seen you around, new kid. Are you going to be joining our team when school starts?

Drex:
lets see, my girlfriend complained a lot last year because how much time sports took up

Tod:
Well, don't worry about that. When it comes to sports, I take my games very seriously. I might spend a lot of time on it, but in the end, that Extra effort makes all the difference. Plus, we're pretty good at our sports at this school. We've got our fair share of championships behind us. Good thing for a guy like me.

Drex:
any time for a girl with all that training ?

Tod:
Honestly? A girl. It's not about them. It's about the game. If a girl wants to stand by my side, she needs to understand that my love goes to the ball. If not, then she has no place in my life.

Drex:
but i heard you were dating the head cheerleader

Tod:
Yeah, I was. But things didn't work out. Turns out, she wasn't understanding enough. She wanted me to spend more time with her than football, and I just couldn't do it. We broke up after that.

Drex:
well who are you seeing now

Tod:
No one. I know, I know. I keep saying 'don't worry about that' and 'it's about the game' and all that. But at the end of the day, I still do think it's important for a girl to support their partner, and I haven't been able to find a girl who understands that.

Drex:
cool bro

Tod:
So, what brings you here? Just passing by, or did you have a specific purpose?

Drex:
well, we moved from Cali here for my parents job..... not really my choice

Tod:
Oh, I can understand that. So, are you starting tomorrow then? Are you excited? I feel like a lot of newbies can get pretty intimidated, especially by someone like me.

Drex:
I looked Tod up and down "intimidated by you ?" i ask

Tod:
smirk Yeah, I pretty much dominate every game I play in. And not just in school. I've participated in several tournaments. I like to keep my skills sharp, you see.

Tod's chest puffed up as he looked down at Drex. He was the star player on the l team and felt confident that his moves on the field would be enough to intimidate Drex. He had never had much of a problem with challengers, especially ones out of his league like Drex. And even now, his eyes seemed to roam over Drex's body, checking out his potential rival.

"You might be new to our team and all," Tod continued, "but I'm sure you'll see what I mean when tomorrow's game starts. I might be a little rough around the edges, but I guarantee you'll get stomped in the competition."

Drex just laughed. "I doubt that, to be honest." His confidence in his own ability was unwavering. He knew he was good, and he knew everything he brought to the table. "Besides, you seem like the type who talks a big game, but doesn't follow through." He said with a dismissive wave of the hand.

The competition only served to fuel Tod's fire. Some people backed down when they were confronted, but not Tod. He was competitive and he wasn't about to let Drex dismiss him so easily. "Is that so?" He challenged, trying to hide his growing frustration. He leaned in closer, his voice lowering slightly as he continued. "Why don't you prove it, then? You can be the one to stomp me, and prove that you're the dominant one here." He was practically daring Drex to take him on.

Drex just laughed again, shaking his head. "No thanks, I appreciate the offer though. I'm sure we'll run into each other on the field at some point, but until then, we can keep our distance." He said, no longer interested in what Tod had to say. But he couldn't help but smirk when Tod retreated back to his group of friends, his words echoing in his mind.

Drex didn't pay much attention to Tod or his friends from that point on. Instead, he focused on getting to know the area and finding his way around the new town. But deep down, he couldn't help but feel a burning desire to prove Tod wrong. To show him that he wasn't some pushover who would back down at a challenge.

That evening, Drex couldn't shake the thought of the confrontation with Tod. It was unlike anything he had experienced before, and he was determined to prove everyone in the town wrong. He had always been the underdog, the one that others counted out. But now, he was in a new town, with new opportunities to shine.

And over the next few days, Drex began to focus all his attention on soccer. He practiced tirelessly, pushing himself to the limit. He even went so far as to buy a bunch of soccer books and read them in his spare time, trying to learn everything he could about the game.

His teammates started to notice the change in him. They were amazed at how much he had improved in such a short time. And it wasn't just his skills on the field that had improved, but his confidence off it as well. He was no longer the shy, quiet boy they had known before. He had transformed into a bold, determined athlete, and he was proud of it.
So when the day of the first game finally arrived, Drex was ready. He had prepared himself mentally

drex:
Drex had become a popular guys around school in the last 2 months

tod:
Wow, that's fast. So, how's life been treating you since then? You seem to have a lot of fans around here.

Drex:
yea i'm just a surprised as you, must be a result of my growth spurt over the summer, i got 5 inches taller and 3 inches longer just over the summer

tod:
That's quite impressive, freaky actually. But hey, who am I to judge? I mean, you are the new school tits.

Drex:
the new what

Tod:
Oh, come on, it's a harmless nickname. You're the new guy who caught everyone's eye, including your fellow classmates, and you're all grown up now. So, sure, people are going to attach names to you. Just roll with it, man.

Drex
well id rather be Big D than tits

Tod
Duly noted. So, stronger than ever and nobody can phuck you. I would have thought you were an ego overdose after that whole incident, but you seem to have kept it in check. Well, considering that you challenged me and you're still alive, I gotta give you credit for that.

Drex:
haha you must think highly of yourself

tod:
Oh, I do. I was voted Most Confident by the class last year. I know what I'm capable of, and I'm not afraid to show it off. Speaking of which, I'm heading to the game now. You coming?

drex:
i laugh as i replay oh yea i'm going just waiting for a girl, i'm a bit early so i figured i would talk to you to pass the time

tod:
Not a problem. I honestly don't mind. You know, if the two of us end up impressing the ladies, there might be a bit of friendly competition, and I'm all for that.

drex:
drex laughs as if tod just told the most hilarious joke " yea sure man whatever you think" drex says, just then a tall blond girl named eve grabs hold of drexs's arm " oh i didn't know you were waiting for me eve says playfully"

tod:
Oh, that's Eve. She's with the cheerleading squad, isn't she? She's a real looker. Now, that's the kind of girl that can really turn heads. You're a lucky man, Drex.

drex:
drex smerks " yea maybe but I was not even waiting for eve drex sighs she has been hanging around me ever since i started boneing her friend, this senior named stacy a few weeks ago"

tod:
What? You mean you didn't just hook up with Stacy for fun, you were fucking her out of loyalty? That's quite a move, man. I mean, if you can steal a girl from under my nose, then more power to you. I guess I'll have to keep an eye on your game, huh?
With that, the two boys continued to chat as they awaited the start of the game. The tension between them had lessened some, but they both knew that the moment they stepped onto that field, it would all come back.
But for now, they were just two guys waiting for their big moment in the spotlight. Little did they know that their paths were about to cross in ways they never expected...

and now here is where things really take off, almost, unprompted

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I've been looking for a thread for people to write about / explain their first time (sex), but couldn't find it. If I'm wrong, please let me know and reply with a link to the (original?) thread. But basically, I'm curious for everyone's first time. Let me know!

I'll go first. It's not all that exciting, but can't open a thread and then don't tell my story. Basically, I was on Grindr (I'm gay if you couldn't tell already lol), as I was a lot. My original plan to lose my virginity with someone who'd mean something to me. Or at least to have something of a connection with that person. But I got in touch with a really nice guy, looked great and was very sweet. I told him i was still a virgin and he was all okay with it and didn't mind. I stepped on my bike and went over to his place. It was in an old convent, renovated to have studio apartments in it.

At first we just talked for a bit and eventually we started feeling each other. After like five or ten minutes of feeling each other, we moved to his bed and started doing the real work. I bottomed, he topped. But it was too painful, so eventually he stopped fucking me and we jerked off to cum.

Looking back at it, I don't look at it with regret. But I'm curious to see if I'm the only one who's had a disappointing ending. Probably not, but I have barely talked to any other gay man about their first times.

As I gazed out the window waiting to hear from you I could see the snow falling. It was breath taking. The flakes looked like giant feathers floating from a feather pillow fight from above. I moved to the window seat to watch the flurries fall to the ground. I couldn't help but let my mind wonder to the last time we were together when things were so intense and passionate. The way you swept me off my feet and carried me to the nearest spot to lay me down and make love to me. Oh the passion and the fire that we felt. The electricity that came from your lips as we kissed with the ignited passion.

The wetness between my legs surmounted as the thoughts raced through my head. I could barely stand waiting for you. I was already feeling the urgency to have you touch me, kiss me, make love to me. I wanted to feel your lips upon mine and feel your manhood inside my vaginal walls. I wanted you to make love to me like you are on fire. Like you want me like you have not ever longed for anyone else so much! I want to feel your tongue upon my lips in my mouth and yes suckling at my clit. I want you so bad. I never felt like this before. I have never longed to be touched the way you touch me. It was like a dream when you make love to me. The ecstasy overwhelms me and sweeps me away to a land beyond my control. Everything and everyone else around is no longer in existence when we are together. The fury of my desires goes wild when you are with me and we are as one!

I moved myself to the couch where I disrobed and began to explore my own body. Every touch was imagined to be yours. I ran my hands over my breasts stopping to massage and knead them feeling the erect nipples in my palms. I let one hand wonder on down till it found the wet mound of flesh between my legs. I parted the lips of my vagina and began to rub the clit gently and let slippery wetness glide my fingers around and into the hole of pleasure...moving my fingers in and out and around the nub feeling as though the touches were yours. I was letting my mind envision you as you explore my body and want my pleasures. I was almost at the height of ecstasy...I could feel the throbbing turning into an explosion and the juice pour out of my loins. The wetness ran down my buttocks and onto the cloth below. I laid there enjoying the after thought.

I got myself dressed again and just in time too. The door bell rang and there you were standing there all handsome and just waiting to come in and take advantage of me. I shut the door and grabbed you into my arms and began to kiss you like no other time before. The heat and the passion was nothing like we had ever had. You swept me up again and began to move to the floor still kissing me and holding on to me. Telling me how much you had missed me and my touch. You were on fire for me. You longed to be touched by me and to touch me.

I began to tear at your shirt and removed it so gently as we remained interlocked. We only tore ourselves apart to disrobe and then we were back at each other. Touching and caressing each inch of the others body. I caressed your back and felt the softness of your skin against mine. I came to your penis already rock hard from my touch I gently massaged it feeling the veins and the tip tracing the edges of the head feeling the opening in the tip. I then moved to place it into my mouth as I gently massaged it with my lips as my tongue moved over the skin and veins finding the opening in the head I parted it with my tongue and licked the insides as I heard you moan with pleasure and still you were caressing my skin arching your back wanting to have me pleasure you more.

You moved and squirmed with passion as I continued to pleasure your manhood with my mouth. I engulfed him to the back of my throat and massaged him with my tonsils. I could hear the moans of passion escape from your lips. You were on fire. You moved to place you fingers inside my wet walls and began to dance inside me as you maneuvered our bodies into a 69 position you began to taste the juice that flowed from my lips. Suckling at the nub you broke my concentration as I began to wail and moan at the pleasure your brought to me. I could feel the eruption of my fluid spill into your mouth as you drank it up. I shook with convulsiveness under your tongue lashing against the walls lapping up every bit of my juices. I then removed myself from your moth and placed myself upon your hard rod and began to ride you with fury. I wanted to feel you deep inside my loins and feel your juices spew inside my walls. I rode you deep and hard, fast and furious with no gap in between motions. It was a repetition that could not be broken till I felt your manhood explode and the moans of ecstasy escape from your mouth. I arched my back as I continued to ride you as I could feel the throbbing of your volcano about to erupt. You held on to my buttocks as you tried to hold me onto your rod. The tight grip of your fingers held me onto your cock as you came with such force. I could see the intensity in your face and feel the pressure of the liquid inside my cave. Oh it was a delight to feel and see the pleasure and release of your desires.

I collapsed in a heap of sweaty flesh upon your chest as you held me tight. Your heart beating fast and in time with mine as we were resting up for what was yet to come. I knew this was not going to be the last time we were together. The desire was too great for both of us. We were good together and for each other. I couldn't help but think, "What a great way to melt snow!"

My first time cruising outdoors

So when I was 18-19 a lot of my early sexual encounters were in public places, mainly with older guys. My first time was in the showers of my local pool and after that I became much more alert to the possibilities of meeting guys in certain places.

At the time I worked in a supermarket part time and in the evenings I'd walk home along the river most nights. The path had the main river on one side and a smaller one on the other with a field alongside. It wasn't particularly well lit so wasn't that busy at night. Also there were two big bridges that went across the main river with most people using the first where the lighting was better while I usually went along to the next as it was quicker for me.

One night I was on the stretch between the bridges when i noticed someone ahead sitting on a bench. As I got closer i could see it was a guy and when I walked past we both had a long look at each other. He was maybe early 40s and looked a big guy, tall and broad in reasonable shape. He gave me very close attention as I went past so I started to feel that thrill of anticipation. After I walked past I kept looking back and he was still staring which increased my excitement particularly when he stood up and started to follow.

I wasn't sure what to do though, my experience had been mostly in locker rooms/showers and public toilets but this was more open and less obvious. After the bridge the path continued down an even darker stretch but there wasn't another bridge for miles so it didn't occur to me to walk that way so I started to cross the bridge. At that point he looked like he might stop but I gave him another long look and he kept going.

Still not sure what to do I slowed my walk so he would be able to catch up if he wanted and he did so as we reached the other side of the bridge. He said hi as he caught up so I responded then something like 'nice night for a walk' so I explained I was going home from work. My heart was thumping by then and it got worse when he said are you looking for more than a walk to which I stammered out a yes.
He then said he hadn't been sure as I crossed the bridge rather than keep walking. That's when I discovered the obvious that the next stretch of path on the other side where no one would need to walk down at night was where most of the action happened.

After I explained I hadn't realised he said no worries there's space here. Now this stretch did have some lighting and some house boats moored but there was a stretch of grass running next to the path with some cover with trees and bushes. Picking the bit that looked to give the best cover he headed off the path and I followed right behind. As soon as we were hidden enough be reached out and pulled me close and began to kiss me. He was a very passionate dominating kisser and soon had my jacket unzipped and his hands reaching for my belt.

Within seconds my belt was undone my jeans unzipped and both jeans and boxers pushed down to the ground. At which point he moved his hands to my arse and squeezed it tight as he pulled me even closer. I could feel his hard cock against me and I responded by pulling down the tracksuit bottoms he was wearing discovering he had no underwear on underneath. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other and if anything the kissing got more intense until he stopped and said get on your knees and suck me.

I moved to do so and felt him push me down. The thrill got even more intense, I'd been with a good number of guys already but never had one so dominant and in control. I am a tall big guy myself but he was even more so and I happily surrendered to him. I had picked up a few tricks already by that point, one older guy in particular who had taken me home from the pool one day gave me a lesson in giving oral so I was able to take this guys cock all the way. It wasn't that long but it was thick enough to not be that easy.

It was worth it though from the sheer pleasure he got from it the vocal 'oh fuck yeah' I heard. Once I'd taken it he held onto my head and I held tight onto his arse as he began to fuck my face. This I found more of a challenge but I so desperately wanted to please him I just about hung on and was rewarded by a big load to swallow. I greedily took every last drop and once he was done he let go and pulled me to my feet for another kiss. After that broke off he said let's finish you then and went to wank me. Now being cut, which is unusual in the UK, I had already discovered not all guys know the best way to handle me but once he realised he grabbed some lube from his jacket and soon skillfully brought me to climax, kissing me while I shot a huge load all over the ground.

After we cleaned up he hugged me again and said thanks I enjoyed that and I agreed. At which point he said his name was Neal and he'd like to do it again sometime and could he fuck me. I eagerly agreed the thought of this guy inside me getting me hard again. So we arranged to meet the following week though this time down the path on the other side where there was more privacy. I went home, still tasting his cum and looking forward to more.

Irina started thinking about his proposal.Embracing her financial freedom, the young woman in Miami is poised to lead a life of opulence and indulgence. With billions at her disposal, she could immerse herself in a world of luxury travel, high-end experiences, and exquisite possessions. This newfound wealth opens doors to exclusive opportunities, allowing her to revel in a lifestyle filled with glamour and extravagance.But this new path comes with a price. Imagine her residing in a lavish waterfront mansion, surrounded by palm trees and overlooking the sparkling Miami skyline. Her days could be filled with leisurely pursuits like shopping on Rodeo Drive, dining at Michelin-starred restaurants, and jet-setting to exotic destinations aboard private planes.Irina thought about how this man was willing to die for her. How she could take over his life and make him do whatever she wanted. She had complete control over him. She
wondered how far she could push him. She decided to find out.

Part 1 - caught and connected (part 2 will follow if I get 10 likes)

Backpacking alone kinda sucks but I was packed and ready, my 2 friends both flaked with lame excuses and I wasnt gonna use 3 days off work to stay at home. Theres this amazing little lake I know which requires a hike to get to, so on summer weekdays especially after school starts, theres usually no one there. With an early start I arrived, set up my tent on the east side, laid out and read for a while then went for a swim. I was alone so its not like the chipmunks would mind, i dropped my khaki shorts and boxer briefs and felt great to be naked, free, back to nature. Water was a bit cold but not too bad, and i noticed a nice big flat rock on the other side, decided to get a workout, and swam all the way over. The sun and warm rock felt great as i laid out, so quiet, peaceful... left hand under my head, right hand making light soft circles on my nipples, running my fingers through my pubes, stretching my balls. I knew it was so quiet i could hear anyone coming from a half a mile away, so i wasnt worried as i let myselg grow and harden, one finger sliding across my slit, up and down the shaft, around my head. Mmmm. Eyes closed, soft squeeze and a tug, pull.
"Uh, um, real sorry dont mean to interupt, first time here just looking for the tent sites". My heart pounded, i sprang up to sit, crossed my legs, hands covering my lap. "Im SO sorry oh my gosh you were quiet!!" He was about 24, shirtless, camo pants and hat, fishing net and pole sticking out of his backpack. He was sweaty from the hike, it was about 330pm. "No, im sorry, the trail goes around the lake and honestly i didnt see u til i came around the trees. I wont bug u, just point me toward the tent sites" "well if you just follow this trail clear to the other side you will see my tent, no one else is here, you can use any of the sites, and fire rings. Hey just a suggestion, see the clouds coming in? Afternoon showers are common but the suns out now and the water feels great, you should cool off and wash off while you can
." "Uh, thanks, ill um, maybe ..ill find a place to get in.." "my name's jim. My friends flaked on me, i see youre also alone, if u wanna join me id enjoy the company" i stood up, bare ass and all, dove in and then turned around. Feels great! Come on! "Im steve" he said, untying his boots, peeling off his socks, unzipping his shorts. He stood at the edge of the rock in sexy sporty briefs. "Its plenty deep for a dive!" I said. Quickly he tossed his briefs aside and did a great dive. He had a speedo tan, probably plays water polo. We swam splashed around, then came out again. I laid face down on the rock, he did the same., as we chatted. It just got quiet as i flipped over, dick plopped over one thigh. He was looking right at it. The attention made it swell, grow, enlarge, perk up. When he flipped over his was already full and hard. "Sorry i interupted before. You can go back to what you were doing." "I will if u join me" i said. "Sure". He replied. Began stroking, we did, slowly, tugging, squeezing, pulling. Without a word i reached out with my left hand and started helping out my new buddy. He closed eyes, moaned, tilted his head back. Mmm mmmm ohhhh. His hand moved my right hand aside, and we started stroking each other. In sync. Buds, together, so masculine, natural, free, connected. In my mind i imagined his deep into my mouth, and vice versa.
Just as i leaned over and lowered my head i felt a big rain drop. Then another. And another. Then down it came, hard and fast. "I better swim back before theres lightning and u better get your tent set up. Ill see u in a bit, ill be in my tent" i dove in and knew this was only part one...

Part 2

Bzzzz. Sven heard his phone vibrate with a new notification. He was still reeling from the amazing blowjob Maya had given him on Friday. He had never had his dick sucked like that, and despite the surprise at the end, found himself wanting more. More of Maya and more oral pleasure. Sven wasn’t quite sure what he thought about the bulge he saw at the end of their session. He had never had an experience like that, but found himself considering possibilities he had never found arousing before. He just couldn’t get Maya, her fabulous body, and her dicksucking skills out of his mind.

Bzzzz. Ah, that’s right, the text message, maybe it will distract me from Maya thought Sven. He unlocked his phone only to find it was a message from Maya, his first.

“Hey, Sven . I hope I didn’t scare you away yesterday. Sometimes, I just can’t control myself around a sexy, older man….”

Sven felt a slight tremor in his hands, so excited was he after reading Maya’s message. He completely bypassed relief as he felt his cock start to rise. He responded with, “No way, not even close. I dare say I enjoyed it more than you!”

Maya responded with, “In that case, you’ll need to make it up to me . I’ve never looked forward to work this much before!”

“Me either! I’m sure I can come up with some way to repay you. In fact, I can think of a few ways…” Sven replied. Grinning with anticipation, but assuming the conversation was over, Sven put his phone down and turned on a movie to distract himself.

A few minutes later, Sven felt his phone vibrate again. Another text from Maya! “So, what are you up to today?” the message read.

Sven debated for a moment, wondering if he should try to escalate, but replied with, “Just relaxing, did all the housework yesterday and my wife is out with her girlfriends, so I put on a movie to distract myself from thinking about you. How about you?”

A few minutes passed, and thinking he had over played his hand, Sven audibly sighed in relief when he felt his phone vibrate again. “Nothing much, just relaxing on the beach with my girlfriend, testing out my new bikini while thinking about your hard cock and wishing I was between your legs again.” Maya replied.

Sven’s cock nearly knocked the phone out of his hand so fast and rigid was his erection. “Mmmm, that sounds fantastic. What would you be doing between my legs? A new bikini, can I get a pic?” Sven messaged back.

Bzzz, Sven’s phone vibrated and he found himself actually shaking with anticipation. Sven opened the message and found a picture of Maya in a teeny, black bikini flashing him the peace sign and a seductive smile. “Sucking your fat dick of course! Does my new bikini work for me?” Maya inquired.

Sven’s cock twitched and with a mischievous grin, he typed back, “Hmmm, not sure, your tits look fantastic and I love how toned your abs and legs look, but I’d need to see a picture from behind to provide an accurate judgment…”

A few minutes passed until Maya messaged back. Sure enough, she sent a picture from behind that showed her magnificent ass and showcased a slim thong that left him wondering if she had any tan lines. “Fantassssstic! You’re so fucking hot and that bikini is fire. I’ve been walking around hard all weekend thinking about you. These pictures are doing nothing to alleviate my problem!” Sven responded with.

Maya responded with, “Oh really? I think I need a pic before I believe I have that effect on you…”

Sven felt precum leaking out, and debated how he wanted to respond. He decided to escalate slowly and sent back a picture of the tent that currently propped up in his pants.

Maya responded immediately with, “Mmmm, I want to see it. That’s probably the tv remote shoved down your pants.”

My, oh my, in that case, Sven thought to himself. Sven pulled down his shorts and unveiled his rigid dick. Fuck, the head was already all red and precum was dripping down, Sven noticed as he posed his shot. Click, one dick pic, time to really expose himself to HR. “Here you go babe, wish you were here to help me with my problem. Hope you get a rise out of it ” Sven sent with his picture.

A few minutes passed and Sven thought, yup, that’s it, career done, only to experience a wave of relief when he felt his phone vibrate. “Sorry, my friend took my phone! She says you have a fantastic cock, and I agree! Wish I was there kneeling in front of you XXX” Maya sent back.

Interesting, Sven thought and responded with, “Your friend, huh? Sure, send a pic and maybe I’ll believe you…I’m sure you’re somewhere private having fun with my picture.”

Bzzz, Maya responded with a picture of herself and a gorgeous blond kissing on the beach. Hot damn, Sven thought to himself, that blonde is even more stacked than Maya! A few moments later Maya sent, “That will have to satisfy you for now boss, we have a dinner reservation we need to get to. Maybe we will use your picture for some fun after dinner …See you tomorrow boss man! XXX”

Fuck, just when it was getting good, Sven thought to himself…oh well, more fun is to come. Sven messaged back, “In that case babe, I hope you two sexy ladies have a wonderful dinner and don’t distract all the other patrons too much with your fine asses. I’ll just need to make do with what you have already sent over! See you tomorrow, don’t forget my coffee!”

“Yes, sir, boss, sir!” Maya responded. “Here is something from my friend since she got to see you massive, hard, delicious cock.” Maya had attached a photo with her message that revealed her blonde friend flashing him her giant tits. Fuck me, those have got to be at least DD, they look bigger than my wife’s, and she is practically a fertility goddess, Sven thought to himself. Well, I guess I have no choice, but to take matters into my own hands so I can focus at work tomorrow, Sven muttered to the empty room. He then proceeded to the shower and stroked his long cock to the picture of Maya’s ass and her friend’s tits until he shot his load all over the shower wall.

Monday morning found Sven sitting at his desk eagerly awaiting his morning coffee. Promptly, at 9:15, Maya knocked and entered his office with his coffee. As she placed his coffee on the desk she whispered in his ear, “I enjoyed our chat yesterday, and my friend and I had a lot of fun with your picture last night. I hope you can open up some time in your schedule for me this afternoon, boss.” With a gentle squeeze to his rapidly hardening cock, she turned a strutted out of the room, teasing him with a slow walk that accentuated her ass, stride by stride.

Damn it, how I am supposed to get any work done with a massive erection distracting me, Sven thought to himself. His phone vibrating ended his debate about a quick trip to the bathroom to relieve his issue. He glanced at his phone and noticed it was a message from Maya.

“Hi boss, I forgot something when I left the house today, I’m not sure if I should run home and get it or if it is ok to keep working?”

“What is it? Does it prevent you from getting your work done in a timely manner?” Sven responded.

“I don’t think it affects my productivity. At least, it didn’t last week. It is easier to show than explain. I’ll send a picture and you can let me know what you decide.”

Two minutes later, Sven received Maya’s picture. It was a picture of Maya’s bare ass! Fuck me, this little minx is such a tease, Sven thought to himself. Wishing he could bury his face between those plump cheeks immediately, Sven controlled himself, and sent back, “As far as I am aware, there is no company policy on underwear. Please feel free to continue to work if you are comfortable. Also, please cancel my four o’clock meeting, I have a pressing personal issue that needs to be attended to.”

Maya responded with, “, see you at four big boss man”.

The awaited hour finally arrived and Sven was delightedly relieved to see Maya enter and shut the door. As she entered, Sven hit enter on his screen, activating the record feature on his camera. I’m not taking any chances after the teasing I suffered through yesterday, Sven thought to himself.

After shutting the door, Maya paused and raising a small container so Sven could easily see it, said, “Since you have been enjoying my massages so much, I brought some lubricant to I could do a better job, but I’ll need to you take your shirt off so I don’t make too much of a mess.”

Sven broke a few buttons off his light green dress shirt in his haste to remove his shirt, but managed to get the job done without completely destroying his shirt. By the time he had removed his shirt, Maya had crossed the room and was running her hands across his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles. “So much muscle, you are lucky they hired me. Otherwise, who would help you get rid of all this hard-won tightness? Maya said seductively. “Please sit, and let Mistress Maya take care of you today.”

Sven eagerly returned to his chair. Maya slowly approached and stood between Sven’s legs, with her chest at his eye level. “Hot damn, Maya, but your tits are magnificent, I was thinking about them all weekend.” Sven said, not even attempting to make eye contact. “Thank you, boss, I’m found of them myself, but I think we both know you are found of my other assets as well.” Maya said with a wink.

“You better fucking believe it; I can’t get your ass out of mind. I go to sleep thinking about it and wake up thinking about it. I should probably see a doctor as I’ve haven’t been hard his often since I was a teenager.” Sven growled.

“Mmmm, sounds like you’ve been extra tense lately, you better let me see if I can help you relax.” Maya said and she lubricated her hands. “This part is easier if I sit on your lap, I hope you don’t mind.” Maya hiked up her skirt just shy of revealing herself and proceed to climb atop Sven’s lap and start to work on his neck muscles. As she worked, she pulled Sven’s head down until it was inches away from her cleavage. “Enjoy yourself boss, I need extra leverage to work then tension out of your neck.”

Sven immediately took advantage of her offer and buried his face in Maya’s generous cleavage. As he did so, his hands started massaging her generous, firm ass. Sven couldn’t repress his groans as he enjoyed exploring Maya’s body. His cock felt like it was going to burst out of his pants. Hell, it was probably lifting Maya up a few inches off his lap, Sven thought to himself with some pride.

After a few more minutes of exploration and massage, Sven felt something poking him in the stomach. Seems like she is enjoying herself as well, Sven thought to himself with a grin. A few moments later Maya ceased massaging his neck and placing her right hand under his chin, raised his head back up until he was looking into her eyes and said, “I hope you are enjoying you massage as much as I enjoyed your picture last night. My friend and I had quite the evening using your beautiful cock as motivation.”

“Oh really” Sven responded, “What exactly did your fun entail?” Maya thought for a moment, and replied, “Hmm, well it involved this lubricant and my friend’s strap-on, but it may be easier to show you than to explain it to you.”

Sven didn’t hesitate a beat and shot back, “Absolutely, please show me now.” Maya licked her lips and smiled. “Well, I’ll need your help a bit. More specifically, I’ll need your hard cock that has been poking me in the ass for the last fifteen minutes. After all, we did pretend the strap on was your cock last night…” Maya drifted off as she gazed down at Sven’s waist.

Sven immediately stood up, cradling Maya in his arms, and placed her gently on his desk. He then pulled down his pants and said, “You mean this thick cock?”

“Mmmm, absolutely boss. So much bigger and better in person” Maya said while licking her lips and stroking his cock with both of her hands. Maya looked hesitantly into Sven’s eyes and said, “Before we go any further, and trust me, I want to go further, there is something you need to know about me, sir.”

“The thing is, boss, I’m the type of girl that only likes anal. I like it hard and deep, and the rougher the better” Maya said with a seductive growl. “Do you think you can handle that?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely!” Sven replied in a deep, guttural snarl. “I’ve been dreaming about watching my thick, long cock sliding in and out of your ass. I don’t think my dick can get any harder, but I worry, do you think you can take a dick this big up your delicious ass? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, I think you’ll find your fears misplaced. I want to feel your balls on my ass as I take you deep inside me. Besides, a little pain only makes it better.” Maya replied wantonly. “I’m tired of waiting, I want your cock inside my ass now. Lube yourself up while I get ready.”

Sven grabbed the lube and generously applied some to his already glistening cock. As he did so he watched Maya hop down from the desk, turn around, and hike her skirt all the way up to above her hips and expose her ass to him. Finally, that glorious ass was going to be all his and his cock twitch with anticipation.

Sven sat down his chair and rolled up behind Maya and commanded, “Since we are all about relaxation, I want to watch you take my dick deep inside you, I want to hear you moan as you take it inch by inch, only to realize there is more to go, and when I am finally balls deep, I want you to arch back and tell me how much better my dick is than your friend’s strap-on.”

“Yes, sir” Maya agreed readily, turned on even more with Sven’s commanding tone. Maya backed up, and reaching back, placed Sven’s cock at the entry to her ass and started teasing her sphincter with his rigid head. “Enough of that” Sven growled. He proceeded to grab Maya by the waist and pull her down onto his massive member. Maya gasped as she felt Sven enter her. “You feel even bigger than you look” she said breathlessly, “I’m not sure I can take you all the way.”

“You don’t have much choice, now get to work, I want to see that fat ass in action” Sven growled in response. Maya slowly started to lower herself onto Sven’s cock, using his knees to provide leverage as she took him inch by inch, relaxing into the waves of pleasure as they hit her. After she was stretched to her breaking point, Maya felt her ass touch Sven’s thighs. She pushed back and ground down all the way, feeling his cock deep inside her and his balls on her ass. She used her hips to grind back and forth, luxuriating in the feel of his cock completely inside her.

All of sudden Maya felt Sven’s hand reach under her arm and grab her by the neck, pulling her back into his chest. “Don’t you have something to tell me?” Sven growled. Unseen by Sven, Maya’s cock started to twitch, she never lasted long with dominant men. “Oh boss, your cock is so big, so much better than strap-on I had last night, I almost came before I was halfway down your amazing cock. I love it, and I never want to leave it. I want to live with your cock permanently buried deep inside me. It, just, feels, so fucking, ugh, good” Maya managed to gasp out.

“Well, if you like that. Wait until I start fucking you.” Sven relied with a knowing grin. Sven stood up, pushing Maya over his desk while he was still inside her and proceeded to pull his cock out slowly until only the head was still inside her ass. “You ready for the fuck of your life?” Sven mockingly asked Maya.

Maya could only whimper for a moment and eventually manage to gasp out, “God yes, fuck me boss, fuck me hard, this ass is yours. I want you to cum deep inside me and then I want to suck you dry.”

My god, this fucking woman is glorious, Sven thought to himself as he took a moment to savor the scene. Collecting himself, he started slowly inserting himself back into Maya’s ass, groaning as he went deeper and deeper. When he felt his balls make contact with her ass, he leaned over and whispered into Maya’s ear, “You like that, don’t you. You’re just a little slut meant to please your big boss, and I bet you’ve never had a cock this good. Well, get ready because the fun is really about to start now.”

All of a sudden, Maya’s legs started to quiver and Sven heard her groan and whimper and he heard, “Fuck me, please, fuck me hard.”

Sven eagerly complied driving his dick in and out of Maya’s tight ass, enjoying the ripple her ass made when he made contact with his hips. He started to pick up the tempo and fuck her in earnest, luxuriating the sounds of their fucking and her moaning. In and out, in and out, Sven’s cock stretched Maya’s ass as he fucked her hard, driving her into the desk with each thrust. He felt his climax building and pushed the tempo, pulling Maya back into him with each thrust, pushing deeper inside her than he ever had before. He felt himself cross the tipping point and tightened all the muscles in his body as he buried himself deep inside Maya’s ass and with a guttural groan, he emptied his seed inside her. As his orgasm subsided, he slowly pulled himself out of Maya, and enjoyed watching his cum drip out her gaping anus and down her leg.

Sven removed his hands from Maya’s generous hips and took a step back only to watch Maya collapse and barely maintain a grip on his desk. She ended up on her hands and knees, in a sexy variation of child’s pose. As he allowed her a moment to catch her breath and collect herself, he enjoyed watching his cum slowly drip out of her asshole onto his floor. After a few moments, Sven said, “Maya, aren’t you forgetting something? Didn’t you promised to suck every drop of cum from my dick? I’d hate to rob you of your desire and see more of my precious seed wasted on the floor.”

Maya groaned and managed to say, “Yes, sir, right away sir.” She managed to pull herself into a kneeling position in front of him and proceeded to lick his cock clean, paying particular attention to any remaining cum that drained out of his shaft. Sven reached down and stroked her head and hair, saying, “You did great today, babe. I’ve never had an ass that felt that good, or looked that good taking my cock. I can’t wait to have more fun with you.” As he reassured Maya, Sven glanced up and noticed there was a creamy, liquid mess all over his desk. He wondered if she had came from his rough fucking, since she had her hands on the desk the entire session. Hmm, that’s pretty fucking hot, Sven thought to himself unexpectedly. While Sven was fantasizing about future possibilities, he felt Maya finish cleaning him and pull herself up to stand before him.

Sven looked into her eyes, and said with a gentle smile, “You are fantastic and I can’t wait to fuck you again.” As Maya smiled, Sven bent over, and lifting her chin with his hand, placed a gentle kiss on her mouth. As she melted into him and their kissing became foreplay for round two, they heard a jarring, knocking on Sven’s door. As Sven looked up, the pounding became more insistent. As his brain scrambled for a solution, Sven saw the handle start to turn…

To be continued.

After a long, arduous weekend, Sven entered the office, dreading the usual morning run down. As he opened his laptop, he noticed an email from HR informing him that he had been assigned a new personal assistant, Maya, and that he should expect her to report to his office after orientation. Well, I hope she is better than the last one, Sven thought to himself, he couldn’t even sort my email properly or get my coffee right.

After an uninspired morning full of routine email and pointless meetings, Sven heard a knock at his door. “Come in,” Sven replied. Looking up from his computer, Sven saw his new personal assistant enter his office. She was dressed in a dark blue, skin tight pencil skirt with a sheer, cream colored blouse that emphasized and hugged her full breasts. She was shorter than he’d prefer, with cocoa colored skin set off by her long, dark hair that she wore in a tight ponytail. As she entered, Sven informed her to take a seat and introduced himself.

“Hello, Maya, my name is Sven. You will find I have high expectations, but am fair and open to considered suggestions. Do you have any questions before we get to work?”

“Yes, sir, what time would you like your morning coffee, and do you have any pressing needs I can help address?” Maya demurely replied. Sven grinned, and said, “I appreciate your direct approach. I’ll take my coffee at 9:15, black, and organizing my disaster of an inbox would be a great way to start, thank you.” As Maya got up to leave, Sven noticed her striking brown eyes, but was immediately distracted by the way her pencil skirt hugged her magnificent ass as she left the room. God bless pencil skirts, Sven thought to himself as he settled back down to work.

The day passed quickly and Sven decided to cut out early to enjoy the sunshine. On his way out he noticed Maya diligently sorting through his inbox. He approached her desk and said, “You are off to a great start. I’m heading out early today and you can feel free to depart once you wrap up what you are currently working on. Have a lovely evening, and don’t forget my coffee, black, at 9:15.” With that, Sven departed the office, wondering how long Maya would stay after he left.

Sven entered the office Tuesday with a bit of extra pep in his step due to his gorgeous new assistant that he caught still organizing his inbox at 11:15 last night. This may be the start of a beautiful relationship that actually lasts longer than three weeks, unlike all his previous personal assistants, he thought to himself.

At 9:15, Sven heard a knock at his door and Maya entered with a steaming cup of coffee, which she placed delicately on his desk. Sven noticed it was black, just as he asked, and thanked Maya. He couldn’t help noticing how fantastic she looked in office wear. Not many women can pull off a blazer and flats and still look sexy, but Maya seemed to do so effortlessly. After enjoying watching Maya depart, Sven took a sip of coffee and enjoyed a moment of bliss. If her organizational skills were as good as her coffee, she would be getting a first week bonus.

Sven spent the afternoon reviewing Maya’s work and found himself pleased with her effort. He called Maya into his office and requested that she go over her work in case he missed anything. She walked around his desk and using one hand to manipulate the mouse, she placed the other on his far shoulder and leaned over him to show how to best use her system. Sven found himself distracted by her proximity. She smelled faintly of lilacs, and she kept breathing on his ear which never failed to send a pleasant tingle down his spine. As she wrapped up her overview, Sven realized he hadn’t paid any attention to her presentation, so distracted was he by their charged proximity. He was too busy picturing what was underneath Maya’s blazer, and found himself wonder what type and color of bra she was wearing. It certainly looked like she needed support, but he hoped it was something sheer, that matched her panties. She stood up and looked down at him, asking if he had any questions. Sven couldn’t think of anything appropriate to ask, so he just smiled and replied, “She, I meant it, looked great.” Maya said, “Thank you, I hope my work continues to please you” with a knowing smile and started to move back to her desk.

As Maya got to the door, she hesitated, and, after turning around, tentatively asked Sven, “Do you ever have any pain in your shoulders or neck? I noticed some tension in your shoulder during my presentation.”

“Constantly, all this computer work wrecks my posture and when mixed with old sports injuries…let’s just say it is more than a minor annoyance” Sven replied. “I can do something to help with that if you would like me to” Maya suggested.

“Absolutely, I am in your hands” Sven replied with a grin. Maya walked back around the desk and placed her hands on Sven’s shoulders. “I am going to massage your shoulders and neck and see if we can’t work out some of this tension” Maya said with a slight smirk. As Maya started to dig into Sven’s trapezius muscles, Sven let an involuntary moan escape as he felt himself relax under Maya’s impressively strong fingers.

As the massage continued, Sven found himself becoming more and more aroused by Maya’s hands and breath on his neck and ears. Despite himself, he felt an erection forming which rapidly formed a noticeable bulge in his pants. Praying that Maya didn’t notice and that a HR firestorm wasn’t about to descend into his office, Sven gently told Maya that thanks to her hard work he was feeling much looser and relaxed, but didn’t want to dominate all her work time. Maya paused, gave his shoulders one last squeeze, and replied, “You’re the boss.” As she was leaving his office, Maya paused and teasingly said, “Maybe next time we can work on the tense muscles on the front of your body. That is, if you are willing to sacrifice my computer time.”

Left wondering if she was teasing him about his priorities or the tent in his pants, Sven prayed that it was only teasing and not a prelude to a visit from HR. Once his erection had subsided, Sven wrapped up with his current project, and called it quits for the day. On the way out, he made sure to stop and effusively praise Maya’s massage skills and thank her for the wonderful email system she had installed. She replied with a wink, and, “See ya tomorrow, boss.”

Wednesday flew by and after a grueling Thursday morning stuck in front of his computer, Sven called Maya into his office and asked if another massage was on the table. Maya smiled and replied, “Anytime boss.” Maya returned to his shoulders and Sven found himself nearly moaning with relief. After ten minutes of bliss, Maya rolled Sven away from his desk and asked, “Your posterior muscles are feeling much looser, do you mind if I start to work on your chest?” Since he had managed to keep his equipment under control, Sven smiled and enthusiastically agreed, only to find Maya inching up her maroon pencil skirt. Before he had processed how fantastically toned her legs were, Sven found Maya straddling his right leg and digging into his right pectoral muscle. Unsure what to do, Sven tried to relax, but kept getting distracted by Maya’s cleavage and her soft grunts of exertion as she dug into his body. Unsurprisingly, he rapidly became hard. As Maya continued to work, Sven realized there was absolutely no way she had not noticed his erection poking her in her thigh as she continued to work.

After a few more minutes of work, Maya stopped and said, “I think that is enough for today, you don’t feel relaxed enough for me to finish the other side.” Looking into Sven’s eyes she said, “That, if there was time, they could continue tomorrow and maybe finally take care of all the tension that was inside him.” Maya slowly stood up, and then proceeded to adjust her skirt in short, little moments that made her boobs jiggle in a lovely manner. Once she was finished, she smiled, bent over and kissed Sven on the cheek, and ever so slightly, grazed his throbbing erection with her hand then turned and sauntered out of the office.

Fuuuuuckkk, I am either screwed in the worst or best way, Sven thought to himself. Only tomorrow will tell.

Friday arrived, and unsurprisingly, Sven found himself unable to focus on anything at work. He distracted himself by looking at job postings in cities far from this one, just in case Maya decided she wanted his office. Four o’clock rolled around and Sven heard a knock on his door frame and heard Maya asking, “Are you ready to continue the massage? I can tell you’ve been distracted by the tension all day. You didn’t even touch your coffee!” Sven smiled hesitantly, and said, “Only if you want to.” Maya smiled, and for the first time, shut the door behind her as she entered his office. “Let’s pick up where we left off last time,” Maya said as she hiked up her skirt, even further than last time. Sven rolled his chair away from his desk and Maya quickly straddled his left leg and went to work. Almost immediately, Sven had an almost painfully hard erection, but Maya just kept digging into his shoulder.

After working for a few more minutes, Maya paused and looking Sven in the eyes, with a saucy smile said, “I can’t help but notice you have tension in your lower body as well, and from what I can feel with my leg, it seems like a particularly large irritation. Do you mind if I take care of it for you?” Sven couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but deciding to ignore any future consequences, managed a smile and grunted, “Absolutely.”

Maya slowly stood and moved so that both her legs were inside Sven’s. Never losing eye contact she slowly unbuckled Sven’s belt and pants. Ever so slowly, Maya dragged Sven’s zipper down, like she was trying to unbind the zipper one tooth at a time. After taking her time opening his pants, Maya roughly tugged his pants down with a smirk. She then started to trace his cock while it was still hidden in his underwear. “If this is as big as I think it is, I’m going to have my work cut out for me,” Maya said with a lascivious smile.

Maya got down on her knees, never letting go of Sven’s erection. By this time, a small stain of precum had leaked through his underwear, forming a wet circle by the head of his penis. Maya noticed, and with a quick dart of her tongue, tasted his precum. “Mmmmm,” Maya said with a hungry smile, “I can’t wait to taste the main course.” Without further teasing, Maya tugged Sven’s underwear down and freed his thick cock. Seeing his erection for the first time, Maya was momentarily mesmerized, but quickly recovered, and said, “Even bigger than I thought, this is going to be fun!”

With one hand at the base of his cock, Maya used her other hand to brush her bangs behind her ear, and then proceeded to start to lick the small, sensitive area at the base of the head of Sven’s cock with the tip of her tongue. Sven let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure which seemed to encourage Maya. With aching slowness, Maya began to run her tongue up and down the shaft of Sven’s cock. With each circuit, she would run her tongue around the head of Sven’s cock and act like she was going to take him all the way into her mouth, but at the last moment she would return to the base of his cock for another circuit.

After what seemed an eternity, Sven was groaning with frustration. Maya, looked up and with a smile, said, “Impatient, are we? After all, it has been a week, you better believe I felt your eyes on my ass on day one.” Sven pleadingly replied, “Please, Maya, it feels so good. Your mouth, I want it, please.” Maya replied, “Well, since you asked so nicely, boss.” Without breaking eye contact, Maya took the head of Sven’s cock inside her mouth and started to suck. She started to pump up and down on his shaft, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed as she started to apply pressure with her tongue and increased the tempo of her sucking.

After a minute of slowly increasing her tempo, Sven was squirming in his seat, desperately trying to delay his explosion, but at the same time craving release. Sven huskily whimpered, “God, it feels so good, it has never felt this good before, I’m so close!” Maya maintained her pressure and stroking but started a circular motion around the head of Sven’s cock. In no time, Maya felt Sven start to clench and groan. She maintained her motion, but started pumping faster. After a few pumps, Maya felt the first squirt of seaman in her mouth. The first was followed by five more, and as she struggled to swallow, Maya let her tempo and pressure slowly decrease. She looked up at Sven and with a grin, and said, Now I can feel the tension leaving your body…boss.”

Sven found himself speechless after the best blowjob of his life, his wife’s included, so he just smiled down at Maya and she continued to lick the tip of his cock, savoring each drop of seaman as it escaped his depleted cock. After thoroughly cleaning his member, Maya stood up and started her skirt adjusting dance. However, this time Sven noticed there was a bulge in front of her skirt. One that looked like a cock standing at attention. After finishing adjusting her skirt, Maya looked down and ran her hands across the front of her skirt in a furtive manner. She looked up, smiled shyly, and said, “See you later boss.”

To be continued…

All this is fiction and first tray and erotica. What yall think?

TSgt Joe Bull was in Special Forces but due to an injury that no longer allowed to be special for the time being begrudgingly took a job as a Military Training Instructor (MTI). He was fairly new and had run some male flight through but this was his first female flight. He was nervous but confident he’d be fine. Now the USAF only takes recruits of a certain physique that leaned towards fit due to Basic focused more on academics than physical. Needless to say when he first received his female trainees from the bus most of them where easy to look at. He was determined to act appropriately. Now TSgt Bull was exactly as his last named described, 6’4” 240lbs of sheer muscle, single dirty blond hair, blue eyes and thanks to the USAF allowing for religious exemptions he looked every bit the Norse God from the Heathen Religion he chose to follow. His injury may have kept him from being special but he sure stood out and was still able workout and keep up his physique.



Now once he got his flight into the dorm they were shuffling around nervously as he and other TI’s were taking them all out of their comfort zone as they always did every 8 weeks. “You need to break them down before you build them back up” as his MSgt would say. As they were starting to get settled on for the night Bull retired to his office/room. There was a shortage of female TI’s and the trainees, as they were called until a week before graduation, so he had to babysit sit this flight alone. Thanks to the mic system they had throughout the dorm CQ was able to keep an ear out for anyone moving about when they shouldn’t be.



A couple of weeks went by and Bull and his trainees were getting along as to be expected and only having male trainees in the past for experience everything seemed to be status quo. His female trainees started to trim down and were more comfortable being in less clothing as they were getting settled in for the night. It did not pass Bull’s notice. Having to stay over night M, W-Th, Bull was finding it “hard” (pun intended) to concentrate and much else than the scantily clad female trainees. Being an avid bodybuilder like most they were always horny. This was almost a nightmare for him. Thank God, he thought, for the baggy OCP pants and longer top to hide the almost constant raging steel bar in his pants but he was determined to stay honorable especially with some the scandals in the past that’s occurred but alone in his office/room once everyone turned in for the night he could get some release. When he wasn’t pushing flights through he did not have any issues getting ladies but when he was pushing flights he was almost on a constant rock. Laying in his bed in nothing but his military issued white cotton boxers he’d free his Monster Energy Drink sized dick from the opening and start to stroke it. His 9 in a half inch long and 8 inch girth even his huge hands barely wrapped around it. After having to do this almost every night or a couple times a day when he could steal away he could last for a good long bit. Even with the almost constant stream of precum leaking from his monster, again by the grace of OCP’s they would camouflage the wet spots, he would still shoot big loads and cover his hairy chest.



Now as it often does ladies start to sync regarding their monthly visitor. This was no exception. Bull now had 20 out of 60 fairly horny females. The ladies recognized he’d do what he could to no look attractive or exude animal sexual magnetism but there was no use. These ladies had marked him for their own. Several times in the night CQ would have to come over the mic due to the noise level of several ladies moaning as they would cum from playing with themselves. A few of the the females were determined to climb and ride the mountain of a man the was TSgt Bull. Since they were able to use computers for research one of them found this drug that would make the man taking it seem like he was in a dream state but make him rock hard. It was like a mix of Xctasy and Viagra and thanks to Prime they could have it tomorrow.



Once they had the drug the flight appointed “House Mouse” or computer person slipped it into his protein shaker that he always seemed to be drinking from all hours of the day. Even before lights out. Since rank has its privileges the Dorm Chief would be the first to take the Bull by his rather large horn. She was about 5’7” 130lbs with curves in the right places and big 36D breasts. About an hour after lights out the Dorm Chief snuck into his room. Since she was on Dorm Guard it was easy for her to get around. She opened the door only to hear the soft snoring from TSgt Bull. She shined her flash light to his crotch and gasped at the largest tent in the sheets poking through his boxers. She was in utter shock and was almost ready to back out but her need to feel filled and satisfied took over. She moved over to his bed making enough noise just to make sure he was sleeping. She removed her OCP pants slid the sheet down, got on the bed, crawled on top of the largest dick she’d ever seen. It truly was like a Monster Energy Drink can the large one all the military people drink when they deploy or work crazy hours. Her pussy was already dripping but Bull’s size still made it difficult to for the head to part her lips. She straddled him in an awkward position, moved her military issue fanny panties to the side but due to his length and having to hold her lips open but finally his massive head started to enter her. She sorta lost her balance and practically fell the rest of the way on to his monster dick. She winced and almost squealed in pain but she was as full as she even had been. It felt like her cervix was busted open as some how she was balls deep. She paused to acclimate to his size and slowly started to grind on his pelvis. The hood of her clit completely exposed to his neatly trimmed pubes due to his massive girth but was sending her shocks of ecstasy as she came almost instantly. After she composed herself she started to bob up and down. She was not ready to get off this Bull. She’d had several weeks of pent up sexual frustration she needed to release. As she did his hands moved to her breasts and squeezed. Looking at his face however he still looked fast asleep. She came again as he started to pump into her slamming her cervix sending shocks of pleasure and pain throughout her body. She was almost limp as his large frame continued to pummel her insides. This went on for about 10 minutes as his breathing began to quicken and she knew he was about to cum. She had not thought that through. She is not on birth control and he was not wearing a condom. She could not get off of him as his hands moved and were now firmly gripped to her hips. All the anxiety melted away as another orgasm started to take her. Then he stiffened as she could actually feel a large load of cum filling her pussy. As soon as he came he went limp again. All save for his dick. It stayed up and hard as it was when she walked in. She dismounted her sleeping stallion, moving her panties back she struggled to gain her balance since her legs were week. Never in her life had she ever had a man make her cum 3 times in such a short amount of time.



The Dorm Chief finished up her 2 hour shift of dorm guard and woke up one of the Element Leaders not mentioning the incredibly large rod she had just rode. The Dorm Chief slept like a baby but the First Element Leader was in for the ride of her life. She was more petite at just barely tall enough to enter the service without a height wavier. Topping in at 5’1 and a half, as she would proclaim when asked, she sported a little waist nice round hips and almost freakishly large breasts for her size, 46D’s!! She approached Bull’s office door. Opened it and as it was for the Dorm Chief she heard a soft snoring. She also almost turned around when she saw the equipment TSgt Bull was packing but as most petite ladies that did not like to back down from a challenge. The 1st Element Leader crawled up on the bed and had to squat over the sleeping man with the giant engorged pole. She was just as wet but her little frame made it impossible to get the head in. Undeterred, she spit in her hand and stuck 4 of her fingers in her pussy trying to spread her hole to accommodate his large member. As she did this she was lightly

touching his dick. The made Bull stir, he grabbed her by the hips and somehow aimed correctly and slammed the petite Element Leader on his Monster drink can of a cock. She bit her lip almost hard enough to bleed to keep from screaming in pain from being invaded by the largest anything that has ever traveled up her vaginal canal. At least 3 inches of his shaft was still exposed from the opening of her pussy but that did not deter the dreaming Bull at all. He was basically picking her up by her hips and slamming her down on his massive battling ram. She was truly trying to hold on for her life as he bucked inside her over and over until it seemed he actually entered her cervix. Somehow through the pain she had several long lasting orgasms due to his girth hitting her G-spot with every stoke. The his went on for about 20 minutes. She’d lost count of how many time he made her cum but she could tell he was about to cum and with no way for dismounting this bear of a man she came one more time when she felt the gush of his cum filling her uterus almost directly and like the last time he went fast back to sleep. She for all intensive purposes fell off of him to the floor. When she checked her panties she felt like no cum at all. He really must of deposited his seed directly to her uterus. She had never experienced anything like this. Somehow she managed to pull herself to her feet and finish her her shift.



She goes to the next Element Leader but she gets to the door and does decide against it Bull is just too damn big but a couple other trainees do take a ride of their lives all taking a huge load from their TI. Bull wakes up the to his alarm at 0315 his pubes, bed and chest sticky. He does remember some vivid sexual dreams so he attributes all the sticky cum from some steamy hot wet dreams. He needs a shower before he can wake the trainees. He calls the dorm guard to his door to let her know she needs to wait in the dayroom. Once he passes she needs to guard the latrine so he can shower. Unbeknownst to Bull there are 4 female trainees that are a bit too sore for morning PT. Those sore ladies still get up slower than usual and get around the track even slower.



Over the next 2 weeks ever other night Bull’s trainees took to riding him all waking up sore but satisfied. A couple weeks later still about 8 of his female trainees are discharged for pregnancy. Bull envious thinks lucky SOBs that was able get inside those ladies never knowing the babies growing in their bellies was his.

Wanna chat about friends and what we think or know they are packing, how we measure up.
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Hey guys! I remember years ago I read a whole series about this guy with a huge bubble butt which gets him in a bunch of trouble in different scenarios. I remember he worked at an amusement park and he had to wear a tight super herocostume in one part, and I think his name was Max? (Though I’m not 100% sure about that part)

If anyone has any recollection about what I could be talking about, please let me know!

Also if anyone knows any cool bubble butt/butt growth stories or blogs, I appreciate hearing about those as well haha!

Andrew Yate sat on the balcony of his mansion. His feet kicked up and a glass on wine in hand. He was very well off. Quite possibly the most well off findom/foot master out there. He built empire off of exploiting others in the fetish community.

Inside a few men of his were making fetish videos for Andrews paysite under the watchful eye of Andrews 2 right hand men. Oscar and Bruce. Both men were very intimidating. Very large, angry looking roided out men. The men filmed content under the promise of being paid well by Andrew. This included a scene they had just filmed where they rubbed Andrews Large feet.

The issue was, like other models before them, the men would be used and discarded. Not paid at all and threatened by Andrews men if they tried to speak out or do anything about it. The men didn’t show their faces in the videos, normally just their feet. Andrews men would threaten to do them unless they filmed more content or in the contrary, they might try to get their pay.

After the scene was over the men escorted the 2 men out.

“Wait but where’s our money? You owe us?”

The men were ignored and pushed along.

When one tried to stay and protest Bruce flashed his gun on his waist…

“I’ve used this before…” He threatened.

They kept reluctantly moving forward before finally having the door shut in their faces and the pleas drowned out.

Oscar and Bruce turned to Andrew and the men all had a laugh.

“Fucking losers hahha” Oscar Said.

“Poor guys, I fucking hate feet. But I will say, I can live with having mine rubbed like that all day long” Andrew said.

The next day Andrew awoke to Bruce handing him his mail.

Andrew opened it and raided his eyebrow as he read.

"Hello Andrew,

My name is Nathan. I’m a well known Hypnotist and Magician. I’ve booked big stars for my shows. Everything from Movie stars, athletes, you name it. I would love to have you attended a show. It would be a great platform for you to grown even more of you audience. We are willing to meet your price for the appearance fee. Get back to me!

Cheers, Nathan."

Andrew was intrigued. He looked Nathan up and he did appear to be somewhat well known. Andrew caved and called the number on the letter.

The 2 briefly spoke. Of course Andrew asked for 6 figures to appear for the show. Nathan agreed immediately.

“Look forward to meeting man!” Nathan said.

“Sure” Andrew said before hanging up.

“Easy money” He thought to himself and chuckled.

Weeks passed and Andrew flew in and arrived at the venue where the show was taking place.

Andrew met Nathan backstage flanked by his 2 bodyguards Oscar and Bruce.

Nathan was a 35 year old clean handsome cut guy who was apart of the foot community but on top of that he also dabbled in hypnosis and magic. He was well know for doing stage show hypnosis to entertain crowds. He was a very charming and charismatic guy.

While the 2 made small talk Andrew could hear the main room filling up with the audience. Bruce and Oscar let Andrew know they would be hanging backstage but be there for him if anything popped off.

“Almost showtime!” Nathan said.

Nathan walked out and hyped up the crowd.

“And Now for our special guest Andrew Yate!”

Andrew walked out all confident with a smug smirk on his face…that quickly faded into discomfort.

The room had about 20 or so guys in it. Andrew recognized at least half of them…including the 2 he previously had been having do work for him. A lot of these guys were guys he had controlled, blackmailed, bullied, and scammed.

Andrew sat down confused, facing Nathan.

“OK Andrew, I want you to close your eyes and just focus on my voice. Go deep into sleep for me. Deep sleep. Good. Going forward when I give yoy any kind of command you will listen and do exactly as I say, even if it is something yoy may not want to do. Your body won’t be able to fight or resist the commands I give. When I snap my fingers you will wake back up and we will begin.” Nathan commanded.

Nathan snapped his fingers and Andrews eyes popped open. He looked more alert like he had just woken from a nap.

“So Andrew, I invited some people here. Some of them you know. You may have treated them badly in the past…humiliated them, stole from them…others here are simply fans of mine or people who are just not fans of yours to put it lightly and wanted to not kiss out on this. Tonight, you’re gonna have to face the music.” Nathan said.

Andrew looked at the grinning excited crowd and then angrily at Nathan before lunging.

“I’ll fuck you up! You think you’re going to try to fuck with me of all people!” Andrew yelled.

“Freeze” Nathan said.

Andrew was halted in his tracks before his fist could reach Nathan.

“I want you to lay on the floor. It will be like you are super glued down to the floor. You will not be able to lift off any of your arms, legs or head off the ground.” Nathan said.

Andrew robotically did as instructed.

“Unfreeze” Nathan said, “Alright fellas, have some fun.”

The crowd began to move in on Andrew who was trying to squirm around on the floor to no avail.

“Get the fuck away!” He yelled.

2 guys sat on either side of his head and pulled their shoes and socks off. They were 2 twenty something frat bros. 1 moved their foot towards the right side of his head Andrew turned his head away only to see the other bros foot slowly moving close from the left.

The guys laughed. “Gotta pick a side” one said as they both kept flexing their soles and toes and moving closer. Andrews head kept turning back and forth.

Meanwhile, A big handsome country bear type kicked his boots off and peeled his think socks off as well.

“This I’d called gas pedalling fellas”

He sat at the end of Andrews legs between his feet. He held both of Andrews legs and slowly slid his large wide size 14 foot up between Andrews legs until it reached his crotch. He then began pressing down at frequently different pressures as if he were pressing on a gas pedal.

The surrounding men laughed as they filmed and took pictures with their phones. Andrew was yelling and cursing up a storm.

Another young guy joined and sat by the top of his head. He just ever so gently kept drifting his fingers in and around Andrews ears. It was both very ticklish and the most irritating feeling ever. Andrew would jerk his head back and forth only for the guys fingers to follow. He kept a calm smile looking down at Andrew while his fingers continued to irritate Andrews ears.

Eventually both of the frat boys soles had reached either side of Andrews head. Anytime he went to turn his head away from the finger/ear guy his face was muched into one of those guy’s smelly soles.

Andrew was so lived the veins in his face were popping out, his cursing came with spit flying out of his mouth, his voice becoming horse from screaming threats at the men.

“I wonder if his feet are ticklish?” One of the me. From the crowd asked.

2 men rushed to join the big bear like guy down at Andrews lower half. The bear man was still pedalling away.

The 2 men removed Andrews shoes and socks and got their fingers to work tickling and scratching up and down Andrews smooth long soles.

Andrew laughed, screamed, and cried. He kept trying to pull himself off the floor but it was like he was truly stuck there.

Between the overstiumlation of the bad feet smells, the tickling, and the discomfort with the gas pedalling, the thing passing Andrew off the most was the young guy smiling down at him still irritatingly tickling, grazing around, and fingering his ears. Andrew retaliated the only way he could. He spit a big loogie right into the guys face. The guys backed off and retrated to go wash his face off.

The 2 frat bros moved so another guy could come get a chance.

A 30 or so year old guy approached. Great shape. Lean and handsome looking guy. He was a runner. He slipped his trainers off that he was wearing sockless and brought his foot down to Andrews face. Andrew kept jerking his head back and forth so another guy came and sat with his knees trapping Andrews head in place.

“Thanks brotha!” The runner said.

He tried wiggling his toes into Andrews mouth but had no luck.

“Come on bud, open up for me” the runner said.

“Alright guys let’s let off for a moment and let him get a break and catch his breath.” Nathan said.

The guys all backed off.

Andrew breathed heavy laying stuck to the ground, catching his breathe.

“You’re all soooooo fucked. Where the fuck are my bodyguards?!” Andrew said to them.

About 5 mins passed.

“Ok breaks over, Andrew you are now unstuck” Nathan said.

Andrew hopped up and ran to attack again.

“Freeze” Nathan said.

Andrew once again froze mid attack.

“You big dummy, did you really not think I was gonna freeze you again?” Nathan chuckled.

He raised both of Andrews arms and began to tickle his pits. Andrews eyes bugged out but he otherwise didnt react. Nathan noted his reaction in his eyes.

“Perfect.” He said.

“What I want you to do is strip down to your boxers and then lay down hear on the floor spread eagle” Nathan instructed.

Andrew did as he said. He couldn’t fight it. He was a passenger in his own body.

Nathan pushed on his right arm and made a clicking noise.

“That arm is locked in position. You can’t move that arm no matter how hard you try.”

He went on to do the same with the other arm and both legs.

He knelt down by Andrews head and positioned his hands on either side under his chin.

“You’re head is locked in place. It is like their is an invisible force keeping your head still. You can’t turn it left or right. You can’t squirm at all. You are completely immobile my friend.” He said giving Andrews head a little shake a making a click noise to lock him in place. He pryed peytons mouth open wide with his fingers and then snapped them on one hand.

“Your mouth is now locked open. You can’t shut it no matter how hard you try.”

“What you are about to experience is the sensation of numerous feet exploring your face. You might hate every second of it but your body is Locked in place on the ground by our invisible restraints. You have no choice but to just lay still and take what is coming to you. Throughout this you will not stop sniffing. You can’t hold your breathe and just have to keep breathing in and out. Intact, all of your senses are elevated times 10! Smell, taste, touch…” Nathan said with a snap of his fingers.

Nathan addressed the audience.

“Alright boys, let’s show Andrew some appreciation from the foot community.”

The guys in the crowd excitedly kicked their shoes off and peeled their socks off.

The Runner got to him first. He wiggled his toes in front of Andrews face.

“These are going in your mouth, cant stop me this time” He said with satisfied smile.

He slid and fit all 5 toes into Andrews mouth with ease.

He pulled away and quickly numerous guys closed in and Andrews face was engulfed by feet.

Some guys tickled Andrew some more. Because he was locked in his body the tickling was so much worse. He couldn’t react to it or squirm so the sensations were all he could hyper focus on.

The young ear guy returned, and with a vengeance. He stuck both his fingers in his mouth and then gave a wicked wet willy to Andrew.

“Can you guys move your feet just real quick” He asked the others.

Pairs of feet and toes unplanned themselves from Andrews face and slipped out of his mouth.

“This is why you don’t spit on people”

The man hovered over Andrews face and slowly let a slow, thick, long stream of saliva down into Andrews locked open mouth. He then slipped off his socks and “sealed the opening” with them.

The men continued their fun with Andrew for a other 20 minutes or so before Nathan re-appeared on stage followed by 2 robotic looking men. Oscar and Bruce.

Nathan had obviously gone backstage at some point and tricked them into being inducted into the same command Andrew had been put in.

“Alright, we’re gonna end with a little magic trick. I’m gonna have these guys sit in this large glass box.”

Nathan commanded the 2 sit in a large glass box big enough to fit both of them and the men obliged. Nathan dropped a curtain/blanket over the entire box.

“When I lift this sheet these men will not be gone, they will simply be different. Transformed.”

Nathan jerked the blanket off the glass box and all that were inside were 2 long pairs of socks…not Oscar and Bruce.

“The men are still aware and alive. Just transformed. It is not permanent. They will morph back to human form after a few months. Before that though, they will get to live as breathable, pro compression running socks for one of our lucky guests to use for the time being!”

Nathan gifted the socks to the Runner.

“You come to every show man. Thank you and enjoy.” Nathan said, giving him the living pair of socks. Nathan would explain Bruce and Oscar would be able to smell and taste only as socks. Fully aware.

“Now back to out friend Andrew, When I snap my fingers you will look into our cameras here and tell us all on recording that you would like to decline the payment to be here and that you had so much fun that would are happy to have just done it for free. You will also pay back all of the men you owe and quit your business. You will not have any contact with anyone hear again or be able to retaliate at all.”

Nathan snapped his fingers and then hit record on his camera.

Andrew followed all his steps. Internally, Andrew wanted to run him apart but he had no choice. He couldn’t believe these guys got one over on him.

Andrew reluctantly left without his henchmen or being able to retaliate.

The men thanked Nathan once again for putting on a great show and helping bring then justice.

“It’s what I do” Nathan said with a smile and a wink.

Author note: Hope you guys enjoy. If you read please let me know what you think. Favorite part? Did he get what he deserves or to far? Would you attend the show? Participate? Thanks for reading!