A few years ago , I was doing some constuction work on an Italian social club. The manager was a sociable shorter man who liked to talk and was easy to talk to. As I worked he hung around and was always offering to get me something or whatever I needed he said.
I was I thought a straight married man and didn't think at the time that he had alterior motives, I was just enjoying the company in the otherwise deserted building.
We talked for a while and then he disappeared for a while doing I thought building manager type stuff and when he returned he stood beside me while I worked and we talked some more, then he started at first very lightly so that I thought it might be accidental, rubbing his cock on my leg.
At first I thought it was just the position we were in but it became more obvious and insistent. And it was obvious that his cock was hard as a rock.

I didn't know what to do. Here I was, like I said earlier , A married supposedly straight man with another man rubbing his hard cock on my leg. I didn't know if I should back off and tell him I wasn't interested which would be the way to get out of it and maybe salvage a client.
Or should I knock him on his ass and leave...Or ...what?
I guess I stood there long enough wondering what to do that he said "you like it don't you?"

I did some Quick deep thinking at that moment and decided that I really did like the feeling of his hard (because of me ) cock rubbing against me. Instead of answering him I reached down and held his cock in my hand through his pants.
Oh ya he moaned as I threw my straight persona out the window and got down on my knees in front of him.

As I unzipped his fly I realized that he had probably disappeared before to remove his underwear and pump up his cock so he could present it to me. His fat uncircumsized rock hard cock flopped out of the opening and was staring back at me, a drop of precum on the tip making it look delicious. His cock was easily twice as thick as mine and maybe an inch or two longer making it about 8 inches.
I had a couple fleeting thoughts about whether I was gay now and should I really be doing this but the sight and smell of that cock made up my mind and I reached out to grasp it in my hand and guide it into my mouth. After running my tongue around his fat cockhead and loving the taste, I tried to deepthroat him which only made me gag. I backed off a bit wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and worked my mouth over the rest of his dick .
I could feel his cock getting even harder as I sucked and he placed his hands on my head and began thrusting into my mouth. I removed my hand from his cockbase and he started a fucking motion.

I was on my knees with a man holding my head while facefucking me. When I woke up that morning I had no idea that this was even a possibility. But here I was enjoying the hell out of it. He fucked my face for a couple more minutes and pumped the first load of cum I had ever tasted into my mouth and I swallowed hard as he pumped stream after stream into me.
After he was done and slowed his pumping I licked his cock and my lips clean and stood up.

I couldn't believe what I had just done and enjoyed it. As he put his deflated cock back in his pants I said that I had to get back to work. I did , He called a couple times but I never did get together with him again

When Elliot chose that fateful day in his guidance counsellors office to be a lawyer he hadnt envisioned his life turning out like this

he had visions of big flashy cases, taking down big corportations and standing up for the little guy

now he was 31, working full time as a divorce attorney, sifting through pre nups, post nups, trust funds, financial records, dividing of assets, destroying families for a hefty pay check

sure some of the cases were juicy, they had to be to require a lawyer, but for the most part it was the standard “sign here, congrats you are now divorced, have a nice life!”

on a typical wednesday he was waiting on a new client, “Neil Gallows” this case was already unusual, the couple had only been married under a week yet here was Neil already seeking an annulment or a divorce

12 oclock hit and sat opposite him was a slender well put together young man in his mid to early 20s, he seemed as bewildered to be there as Elliot was to see him there in his office surrounded by leather bound books

“i met Jake at my job, he was nice and we hit it off right away, soon we were dating, then we moved in together, things were almost perfect”

“almost?” Elliot asked glancing up from his lap top where he was typing notes

“we didnt....have sex, the entire relationship, Jake said he had been burnt a few too many times and said he loved me so much he wanted to wait til we got married, to make it more special and romantic!”

“noble” elliot said still typing, “go on.....”

“it was a simple wedding, just us and a few friends, we danced the night away then rushed to our hotel room, I couldnt wait to finally have sex with my husband, once we were undressed I realised what a terrible mistake I had made”

elliot paused, now intrigued, this was certainly juicier than most of his clients

“what was the issue? Micro penis? Secretly a woman?”

“i wish, those I could have handled.....” neil scoffed “no, turns out the reason we hadnt been having sex is..... he has......”

“mr gallows if this is going to work you are going to need to be transparent and honest with me!” elliot snapped sick of playing these games

“he has a huge penis!” neil blurted out blushing

elliots cheeks burned

“excuse me?” he said in shock

“he has a really massive penis, like huge, I have been with my fair share of big lads but this was on another level”

now he has opened up there was no stopping neil now
“i hurriedly got dressed again as he pleaded with me to let him explain the deception, some crap about how he got sick of being used for his cock so kept it a secret to make sure I loved him, not his cock, and that he hadnt wanted to scare me away as he loved me, I just got dressed, apologised and slept on my best friends sofa claiming we had had a fight”

elliot was dumb founded, this was certainly a new one, he was unsure at this point how to proceed with the anullment, it wasnt like there was a box “penis too big”

“and you are sure you cant work it out, try taking it, go to couples counselling?” elliot asked saddened to see such a new marriage go up in flames over something so stupid

“no way! Im sorry, the thought of taking that massive cock for all of my married life, I just cant!” neil almost looked like he was going to cry

elliot sighed defeatedly

“ok heres the deal, your soon to be ex partner will be served the papers for the annulment at your shared home, he will then come in for a meeting with me, if he agrees to the anulment no problems and you both go about your lives like this never happened, if he refuses or contests it we go to court, but based on your statements I cant see him doing that”

“oh?” neil said

“either he stands up in court and says he has a small cock and your lying about it being massive, or he proves it is massive but that it isnt grounds to annul the marriage either way very embarassing for him”


by 4pm that evening Elliots phone rang

“elliot Dawes, attorney how can I help you?”

“i just got served annulment papers sent by your office, neil wants to annul our marriage”

“im afraid so, when would you like to come in to discuss?”

there was a long silent pause on the end of the line, elliot almost thought the call had disconnected

“i can be there at the end of the day, I will come straight from work”

“excellent, I shall book you in”

elliot hung up, curious to meet the guy with the dick so big it made his husband want an anullment

This is a true story. Names and some details have been changed.

I was in Washington D.C. for a work meeting. There were numerous meetings, a few work dinners, and ample time at night to catch up with friends at my favorite gay bars and restaurants. Although I live in San Diego, I spent a considerable amount of time in D.C. for work and had begun to consider it a second home.

Twenty years ago we lacked apps like Grindr or other hookup tools. Instead, we relied on gay chat rooms on AOL and other platforms that are now considered relics of the past.

In late twenties, I was in decent shape and perpetually horny. I came out when I was 18. My name is Seth.

One night, I was in one of the chat rooms and received a message from someone with the username "gayHawaiian." Intrigued, we started chatting. He was one year younger than me, the same height, and had recently come out to his friends and family.

He was visiting from Dallas and staying in Leesburg, Virginia, at the Lansdowne Resort. He told me his name was Kai. I learned that he was born in Hawaii. He worked for a large international corporation and was based out of their Dallas office. After chatting for a bit, we shared pictures (nothing explicit), and I liked what I saw. Kai was really attractive—dark, curly black hair and gorgeous brown eyes. "Very nice," he said, when I sent him my picture.

We chatted online for two hours before I suggested we talk on the phone. I gave Kai my phone number, and it rang within sixty seconds. His voice was deep and soft. We talked for close to two hours about various topics. The call never turned sexual. It felt like a conversation between two old friends reconnecting after a long absence.

During our conversation, I mentioned that I had a partner; we had been together for six years and were in an open relationship. Our love for each other wasn't diminished by sexual exploration. Kai admitted that this was all new for him. He had only recently come out of the closet.

I told Kai I enjoyed chatting and talking to him and asked if he wanted to keep in touch. Then, I took a chance and invited him to dinner the next night. He said he’d love to, but he was staying in Leesburg and didn’t have a rental car. I offered to pick him up. "Really?" he asked. "It’s a forty-five-minute drive from D.C." I assured him that it was no trouble. He quickly agreed. We decided I would pick him up at 5:30 PM, and we’d find somewhere near his hotel for an early dinner and drinks. He said he'd wait at the entrance to his hotel, and I told him what kind of car I’d be driving. He was excited to meet me and get away from his coworkers for a night. We agreed on a casual dinner, where we could both wear shorts and sandals. It was the middle of an oppressive D.C. heat wave, and neither of us wanted to dress up.

The next afternoon, I finished my meeting at 3:00, giving me time to prepare. As I showered, I got hard but didn't masturbate. While it was likely just dinner, there was a chance it could lead to something more. After all, when you put two gay men in their late twenties together, add a generous amount of testosterone, the possibilities become endless.

I drove to Leesburg, fortunately avoiding D.C.'s rush hour traffic. I pulled up five minutes early, and there he was. Smooth, light brown skin, perfect pecs under his white polo shirt, and shorts that fit his ass just right. I wore a light blue polo and shorts as well.

He waved and got in the car. Instead of a handshake, he leaned over and gave me a hug.

Dinner was great. We both enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine. We talked, laughed, and shared information about our pasts, families, and pets (we are both dog lovers). Afterward, we walked to the car and sat for a bit, continuing our conversation. Neither the chat or the phone call from the night before and now the dinner conversation had turned sexual. That was fine with me; I was happy to have met Kai whether or not anything sexual ever happened.

Clearly, I was pleasantly surprised when Kai reached over and held my face. Looking me in the eyes, he asked if he could kiss me. I said, "I thought you’d never ask."

His kiss was intense. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths. While we kissed, I put my hand on his crotch. He was hard, straining against his shorts. So was I.

He asked if I wanted to go back to his room. He was nervous about his coworkers seeing him bring someone to his room, so we came up with a plan. He’d go in first, and I’d follow a few minutes later. He gave me his room number—1221. I waited a bit, went to the elevator, and headed to the twelfth floor.

I knocked softly, and he opened the door with a big smile. He closed the door, pushed me against the wall, and we picked up where we left off in the car.

After a few minutes, we broke apart. He led me to the bed and pulled back the covers. We stood there, looking at each other as we stripped. Sandals off; shirts off; shorts dispensed with. (We had both gone commando, so no underwear.)

Kai’s cock was incredible. A deep mahogany color, probably from his Hawaiian heritage. Around six inches long and really thick. Mine is seven inches and also thick, with big balls. Kai had manscaped his solid black pubic hair, a perfect complement to his cock.

Kai stopped abruptly, his expression a mix of desire and anxiety. "I'm nervous," he confessed. "I haven't been with many guys. I pushed my sexuality aside for so long, trying to fit into what my family expected—straight, get married, have kids, you know. It’s still new to me."

I understood where he was coming from. Everyone has their journey, and I respected that. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder. "Hey, there's no rush. We'll take things slow. Whatever you're comfortable with, okay?"

Relief flashed across his face. "Thanks, Seth. I really appreciate it."

We settled back onto the bed, continuing to explore each other gently. He ran his hands over my chest, feeling the contours of my muscles. I did the same for him, marveling at the smoothness of his skin.

We were holding each other's cocks and balls. The weight of his thick, dark cock in my hand contrasted perfectly with the lighter shade of mine. Kai's veins stood out prominently, and the large, swollen head of his cock was leaking precum.

Kai moved down the bed, and his lips wrapped around the head of my cock. I felt a jolt of pleasure as his tongue flicked over the precum that had gathered there. His mouth was warm. He took me deeper as he worked his way down my shaft. At one point, he went a little too far and gagged. He stopped for a minute and looked at me, saying, “Remember, I’m new to this.”

The veins in my cock pulsed with each stroke of his tongue, and I could feel his nose brushing against my pubic hair.

As he sucked, Kai’s hands came into play. He wrapped one hand around the base of my cock, moving it in a steady, rhythmic motion that complemented his sucking. The combination of his lips and hand was electrifying, and I couldn't help but moan louder. Meanwhile, his other hand found my balls, gently pulling and massaging them.

Feeling the pleasure building, I knew I was getting close. I warned him, "I’m about to cum. You can pull off and let me cum on my stomach if you want."

Kai paused for a moment, taking my cock out of his mouth momentarily. He looked up at me and said, “No way...I’m going to swallow your cum.”

He returned to sucking me. The urgency in his movements intensified, his lips and tongue working feverishly as he drove me toward climax. I could feel the orgasm approaching. Each stroke of his tongue and squeeze of his hand pushed me closer to the edge. Unable to hold back any longer, I exploded, my cum shooting into his mouth. Kai swallowed it all.

As the waves of ecstasy subsided, I collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. Kai lifted his head and came up the bed to give me a kiss, sharing the taste of my cum.

After a few moments, I regained my composure and pushed Kai onto his back. I was eager to reciprocate. I needed to suck his cock. The urge was primal. I climbed between his legs and took his cock into my mouth. After sucking for a few minutes, I put his balls into my mouth, using both hands and my tongue to massage and stimulate them thoroughly. I gently rubbed his perineum, focusing on the area where his prostate resides, causing him to moan and squirm.

I returned to sucking Kai’s cock, and after a few minutes, it was clear that he was close. I took him to the edge, only to pull back, bringing him down just as he was about to climax. This teasing continued for a while. Finally, it was time. I sucked on his cock while pulling on his balls, feeling them tighten—a sure sign he was close. He told me he was going to cum, and I increased the intensity of my sucking, feeling his cock spasm in my mouth.

I was surprised by the intensity of Kai’s orgasm. It was explosive, and he squirted more cum than I knew was possible, his body convulsing with the force of his release. I swallowed it all, savoring the taste and the satisfaction of having brought him to such an intense climax. As the last waves of his orgasm subsided, I continued sucking on his softening cock.

Kai's orgasm was the most intense I had ever witnessed. He apologized for it, his voice tinged with embarrassment, saying that he was sorry that he was so out of control when he came. I looked up at him, confused. "What are you apologizing for?" I asked gently. "The intensity of your orgasm was amazing to witness. It shows how much you enjoyed it, and that makes me happy."

His face softened, a mix of relief and gratitude replacing the embarrassment. "Really?" he asked. "You didn't mind?"

"Not at all," I reassured him. "It was incredible. I loved every second of it." I told him that I had never been with someone whose climax was so dramatic. It was a sight to behold.

We crawled under the covers, and I took Kai into my arms. He put his head on my chest, and we talked about what had just happened. Kai then asked me if he could tell me something: "I have never fucked another man and I’ve never been fucked." He then told me that the totality of his experiences with other men had been mutual masturbation and a few blowjobs. He was clearly a quick learner.

It was getting late, and I needed to leave. Kai asked if I wanted to spend the night. While I would have loved to, I had an early morning meeting and didn’t want to risk getting stuck in rush hour traffic. I got dressed, and Kai put on a robe.

We kissed and then sat on the edge of the bed. "When can I see you again?" he asked. He told me that he would be leaving for Dallas the following evening after his day of meetings. I was scheduled to leave two days later.

We then hatched a plan. I had a nonstop flight to San Diego. Maybe I could change it; leave on an early morning flight that had a layover in Dallas. One of the perks of my constant travel was the ability to change flights at the last minute. I called the airline, and yes, flights were available. I would leave D.C. at 6:00 a.m. (5:00 a.m. Dallas time) and be in Dallas by 9:30. Kai would pick me up at the airport, and we would spend the day together. The last flight out of Dallas to San Diego was 10:45 p.m. We would have more than twelve hours to spend together.

And so it began.

There's a wealth of material I could delve into about this remarkable chapter in my life—where a blossoming relationship evolved into a deep and meaningful friendship.

The Awakening of Robert: A Journey into Desire

Robert Hayes was a 60-year-old business professional who had just emerged from a 35-year marriage that ended in divorce six months ago. With salt-and-pepper hair, a lean frame honed by years of jogging, and a closet full of tailored suits, he’d spent decades as a corporate finance executive, projecting stability and success. His ex-wife, Margaret, had been his college sweetheart, and together they’d raised two daughters now thriving on their own. But the divorce—sparked by years of growing apart—left Robert untethered, free to confront a desire he’d suppressed since his youth: to explore his attraction to men. Specifically, he fantasized about becoming a gay cocksucker and, ultimately, being bred by another man. The ideas electrified him, a secret he’d never acted on but now felt compelled to chase.

One sleepless night in April 2025, alone in his new condo with a glass of bourbon, Robert opened his laptop and found Doublelist. His pulse raced as he typed an ad:

"60-year-old newly divorced professional, fit and discreet, ready to explore a lifelong fantasy with a man for the first time. I want to start with sucking and see where it leads—maybe more. Seeking someone mature, professional, patient. Coffee first?"

He posted it and waited, heart pounding. Responses poured in, and after weeding out the mismatches, he zeroed in on three: a doctor, a banker, and a lawyer—fit, professional men who promised a gentle introduction to his desires.

It was a whole new life for me: I'd just finished grad school, got my first job, moved to the States... and been dumped by my boyfriend. I was basically all alone in a mid-sized city, where the only people I had met were my landlord and some office mates. Having always swum on amateur leagues, I figured I'd join a master's team - now that I was in my later 20s, it was time to be an adult!
Most of the folks on the team were like those back home: former athletes of different levels, including moms in their 30s and 40s, business guys in their 40s and 50s, and a few older people. They were all very friendly and I found myself in a new "family" of sorts. We'd chat in the locker room, meet for coffee after weekend workouts when we didn't have to go into offices, and a few even invited me to their homes (Texans are very outgoing like that, something odd to me, coming from a big French city). So I didn't think it strange when Stan, a guy in his early 60s, chatted me up in the hot tub, where we'd gather after our trainings.
I was immediately attracted to Stan - he was tall, burly, with grey chest hair and a bald head... and (since the hot tub was men only and many of us went nude), I was able to see his thick cut cock and massive balls. It was all I could do to keep my own cock down and ass from twitching each time he smiled at me and said "howdy boy!"
One day as spring was turning to summer, Stan and I chatted about nothing in particular when he asked if I'd like to come over to his house for Memorial Day, a bank holiday in the States. He told me that there would be three or four friends, they would grill things and have beer - nothing formal. Without thinking, and probably too enthusiastically, I said that I'd love to. Secretly, I hoped that maybe it would end up just Stan and me and I could see more of him.
That day, I headed over at mid-afternoon, with the sun bearing down hard already. Wearing shorts and a Lacoste polo, I looked every bit the euro-boy I was back then, with my slight frame and 170cm (5'7" or so) height, things sort of draped on me. Stan greeted me at the door wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, his own build towering over me and his package suspiciously bulging out. I thought I must be dreaming when he winked at me, patting my shoulder and practically pushing me into the main room, handing me a beer.
"My buds will be here in an hour or so, but we can have some fun first". Stan's hand travelled down my back as he said this, resting on my ass. I hoped he would notice that I wasn't wearing underwear.
"Let's get you out of this getup," he said, not as a question but a command.
I couldn't help but get hard immediately, which didn't go unnoticed by Stan who pressed his growing cock into my buttcheeks.
"well well... I thought this might happen..." said Stan, as he ran his hands over my body. "I have seen you gawkin' me for weeks, not that I haven't been watching you too boy."
"Um... yeah... I mean." I stammered, somewhat overcome and definitely in need of some more of his direction.
"Don't worry bud," he said, staring into my eyes, "I'll make sure you're all good. I know what you need."
And with that, he kissed me while ripping my shorts off, exposing my hard cock and my tight ass, one that hadn't been used in months. "I see you like being taken care of boy."
So much of the rest of the next hour was a blur. I recall Stan pushing my head down to his lap, where his cock - now rock hard and much longer than I'd imagined it when I'd seen it flaccid - waited, leaking generous precut. I recall taking him in my mouth and him gently forcing his 8 inches slowly down my throat until I teared up, then whispering something like, "we'll have to find a more willing hole then boy", before he flipped me over and began eating my hole. I recall squirming in pleasure and begging him to stop, because I knew I'd cum if he kept that up, and feeling him go even stronger, opening me up as I jizzed into his hand, moaning in pleasure as he held me down with his other arm, strong as an ox and determined as a horse.
And I recall the look in his eyes when he too my cum and bathed my hole in it, adding his own ample pre-cum to that which he said "would be all the lube I got for now", as he pushed his thick, veiny shaft into my sloppy hole. I recall moaning in a mixture of pain and desire, and having this turn into lust and outright need as he began to fuck me, slowly at first, then deeper, then savagely, grabbing my hips and telling me that I was his boybitch. Then sinking in deeper, deeper and deeper - farther than any man had ever been in my hole.
When he fucked, Stan was the exact opposite of the sweet, homey guy in the locker room. He was an animal, determined to break me and then remake me as his toy. And that's exactly what he did, for what seemed like an eternity but was probably more like 20 minutes, until I heard him say, "I'm gonna cum boy. I'm gonna mark this hole good!" And then I felt it, a hot, wet sensation like no other, like he was breeding my soul.
We lay there, him grunting in post-orgasmic bliss for a few minutes, when I heard the front door open and the sound of three voices. "Stan bud, I hope he's as good as you promised...."
(to be continued)

I smirk, trailing the whip across his trembling back, its leather tip grazing his skin like a lover’s caress. The air’s thick with anticipation, heavy and warm, pressing against us both as I lean in close, my lips brushing the edge of his ear. “Beg for it,” I whisper, my voice a velvet blade, slicing through the silence. His shudder is immediate, a ripple of surrender that fuels the fire in my chest. How far will I push him tonight? The question dances in my mind, sharp and thrilling.

The room is a cocoon of shadows, the only light spilling from a single flickering lamp in the corner, casting jagged patterns across the walls. He’s on his knees, head bowed, hands clenched into fists at his sides. I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he fights to please me even as his body betrays his nerves. I step back, letting the whip dangle lazily from my hand, the soft thud of its tail against the floor a deliberate tease. His breath hitches, and I know he’s listening, waiting, aching for what comes next.

“Stand,” I say, my tone clipped, testing him. He rises, unsteady at first, then straightens, eyes still fixed on the ground. Good. I pace around him, slow and deliberate, my boots clicking against the hardwood like a metronome of dominance. His chest rises and falls faster now, and I can almost taste his anticipation, tart and electric. I stop in front of him, tilting my head as I study the flush creeping up his neck. “Look at me,” I command, and when his eyes meet mine—wide, raw, pleading—I feel the rush of control flood my veins.

“Beg,” I repeat, stepping closer, the whip now resting lightly against his chest. His lips part, a shaky breath escaping before the words tumble out. “Please, Mistress… please, I need it.” His voice cracks, fragile and desperate, and I let the silence stretch, savoring the weight of his submission. My smile widens, dark and knowing. “Need what?” I press, circling him again, letting the whip trail lower, teasing the edge of his limits.

He stammers, “You… your mercy, your will.” It’s enough—for now. I grab his chin, forcing his gaze to stay on me. “Then earn it,” I say, releasing him and stepping back. I point to the chain hanging from the wall. “Hands up.” He obeys, wrists trembling as he lifts them, and I secure him, the metal clinking softly. Tonight, I’ll push him to the edge—past the begging, into the breaking—until he’s nothing but mine.

Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission.

ONLY TEMPORARY

Chapter 1: White Shirt (Part 1)

I met Joshua Dawson in college but we were not really part of the same circles.

We were friendly but we were not friends.

He was spending most of his time with his teammates and hanging around with the popular jocks, while I was better off with the girls and the gays from the drama club.

Still, I had always thought of Josh as one of the decent guys.

I never caught him saying a gay slur and he was pretty faithful to his girlfriend at the time.

When all his mates were fucking around, Josh was staying on his lane.

I am certain that it was not for lack of demands since he was one of the hottest guys on campus.

In all fairness, his good looks were the main reason why I remembered him so well about ten years later.

I had followed what he had become from afar, we had seen each other once or twice in the years following our graduation, but by 2025, I had lost track of where he was.

That was until I had a video call with Sabrina Barthel.

She was the head of internal communications at one of the largest marketing firms in the country, - which is to say, she was in charge of marketing the marketing firm -, and she had reached out to me following my work at another, yet smaller, agency.

I was a freelance consultant helping companies reduce their environmental impact.

Basically, I would spend a few months in their offices advising them and designing tools and processes so they could limit the carbon footprint of their daily operations.

I initially decided to follow this path because I really care about the cause, but I have to say that over the years, I realized that most of the time, companies wanted to "show" their clients that they were green, rather than make substantive changes.

Hence, why I was not surprised that the person in charge of the reputation of the firm was the one contacting me.

Fairly quickly in the interview, I understood that Sabrina Barthel had no interest in the environment whatsoever but she was very into having my name alongside a list of "every action taken by YourVeryBestMarketing (YVBM) towards sustainability" attached to their website.

I was not thrilled by another bullshit mission on the other side of the country so I quoted fees which were well above my usual rates.

Generally, my missions involved temporary relocation for the time necessary to complete the job, which further justified my unwillingness to accept any random project coming my way.

Surprisingly, though, Sabrina Barthel was keen to agree to my proposal right away.

Her only condition was that I would accept a role limited to recommendations and that I should focus solely on "reasonable actions without any significant impact on the company's budget, processes, profitability, cost-effectiveness..."

In short, I had to accept that I would have no real power of action and be paid a fortune to do nothing.

"Given your rates, we're thinking a couple months mission should be feasible for us." She spoke.

Why two months? Why not just one or a full year? I had not even properly assessed the situation and what I would need to do to help them.

I replied that I would have to think about it and thankfully, Sabrina was in no hurry.

She had done what the C.E.O. had asked of her for now, meaning taking the first step in making the company look greener.

I was currently living in Nashville, Tennessee, and the job was in Denver, Colorado.

Being perpetually single - yes, even at 33, I had only had a few short-lived relationships - I had nothing to keep me there.

That being said, Denver would not have been my first choice to move.

I was honestly about to turn down the tempting offer for something more meaningful and closer to home when I stumbled across an interesting piece of information on the company's website.

Or rather, an interesting face!

There he was, head of legal of this nearly 500 employees' company, Joshua Dawson and his gorgeous green eyes!

I had not seen him in years and I was glad to note that he had matured just like fine wine.

It is so sad when men reach their peaks in college.

Josh was a stunner back then, but he was even sexier now, with the neatly trimmed beard he was sporting, the trendy glasses, and the intentionally messy dark hair.

He simply looked smart and well put together.

Even with his shirt on, you could tell that he had not lost any of his ripped footballer body.

I remembered Josh as being tall, and he certainly still was, but the broad shoulders were even broader, the biceps looked even better, and the pecs seemed ready to burst out of that formal white shirt.

Okay, maybe this was my vivid imagination talking on that one...

Just seeing the official company portrait gave me an instant boner.

They sure knew how to market their staff at the YVBM!

Joshua was the general counsel but he looked like a proper advertising model.

I would have bought anything the man was selling.

I think my pressing hard-on was mostly due to the memory that the picture brought back to me.

Once, at a frat party where I had somehow been invited to, I had found myself in the middle of a beer pong challenge.

Or rather, a strip beer pong challenge, involving half of the football team.

Back then, Josh had deliciously lost the game and shamelessly stripped entirely nude in front of his teammates and dozens of other students.

He wandered around the crowded room, grabbing his cock and balls to hide his junks, but those seemed way too large and meaty to be concealed that way.

We all got a tempting sneak peek.

The naked parade had lasted less than a minute but it had left me with a striking memory and countless hours of masturbation material.

My sexual experience was fairly limited back then which made this moment even more important to me.

If I had any doubt before, I was definitely and one hundred percent gay.

I was still kicking myself for not taking a closer look and pretending to be appalled by the sight like the rest of my class.

I had barely caught his hairy, peachy butt disappearing behind a towel that one of his teammates, probably jealous of the attention Josh was getting, had handed him.

Luckily, I had seen his furry chest on several different occasions, as the football team was known to celebrate their wins shirtless after the games, which was better than nothing.

In all honesty, the shirtless jocks were the only reason I had ever been interested in the sport.

Damn... I wondered if his chest had gotten even furrier now.

He did seem hairy on the website's photograph.

I searched for Joshua Dawson on the Internet and realized that I was already following him on Instagram but since he was rarely ever posting, he had disappeared from my algorithm.

Unfortunately, there was no shirtless photo in his feed, and his bio mentioned the name of a girl with a ring emoji.

"Jennifer Dawson."

Lucky bitch!

I clicked on her profile and she looked as beautiful as I could have imagined. She was a blondie, an interior designer.

Let's be real, married or not, I would have had zero chance with Josh so I had no reason to be jealous of that woman.

Anyway, I did contact Josh to tell him about the potential mission for the company he worked for.

"Hey, Josh! It's been a while! I hope you're doing well since college. Congratulations on your wedding! I'm reaching out to you because I've been contacted by someone at your company (Sabrina Barthel) to provide consultant services for a few months. I'm currently in Nashville and I was wondering if I should take the job. Could we have a chat about it? Either way, I wish you the best and I see that you're doing also very well career wise. Congrats!"

I had a little time to make my decision about the job offer so I sent the message and I did not worry too much about it.

I went on with my life which meant scrolling on GrindR looking for hook-ups in Nashville before giving up and falling asleep in front of the Real Housewives of whatever city they were in.

Pathetic? Not really.

I did not have a boyfriend and I was travelling too much to build a solid group of friends but I was in a good place mentally.

I had a better relationship with my parents who I was visiting in Ohio a couple times a year and, more importantly, I was free.

When so many of my childhood friends were stuck in loveless marriages and boring jobs, half of them already divorcing, I was accepting the missions I wanted and bothering myself with a man only when I wanted to.

Sure, the clock was ticking a bit and I did not want to remain single when I would approach 40, but for now, I figured that I had a few more years to enjoy my bachelor lifestyle.

I moved on with my life until about a week later, I had completely forgotten about my DM to Joshua.

I was at the gym when I got the notification that he had replied.

I was still not very much into sports but I was going to the gym to stay relatively fit.

I had to, the world of gay dating is ruthless!

I took a break between my sets and I checked my DMs.

"Dang! Sorry for being so late replying to you, Justin. I don't use Insta that much. My bad! And for sure, I'd be happy to chat with you about the company and more generally, to catch up. Call me whenever!"

Joshua then added his contact details.

For some reason, my heartbeat accelerated as I read these lines.

Since I had not been called back by Sabrina Barthel and I was not that interested in the offer myself, I had almost totally eluded the opportunity and I was focusing on another proposal I had received in the meantime.

But this changed everything.

Or at the very least, I had to contact Josh to know more.

I almost played the game of not replying right away but then, I remembered that I was not flirting with him and that I had already made the YVBM company wait for too long.

"Hi! I'm at the gym. Can I call you in like 20 minutes? Would that work for you? Thanks!"

He agreed and I was very much distracted for the rest of my session.

It was probably silly but since Josh used to be a superstar in college and he seemed like such an accomplished man now, I felt a bit intimidated.

What would he think about my life?

Would he even remember me?

We had spent four years more or less in the same class, we had always gotten along, but as I mentioned, I would not have called us "friends".

Well, I guess he did at least somewhat remember me since he had replied to my message.

I showered quickly while I usually liked to wander around the locker-rooms. It was the only gay gym in Nashville and I had had some luck a few times with other members.

It had been a while though.

Last time I had sucked a guy in the restrooms was about three months prior. The dude's body was very fit but his dick was fairly disappointing.

Big muscles, small dick. Typical case of overcompensation.

I texted Joshua once I was back in the car.

[Chapter 1 continues below]

All characters are 18+

We made a promise never to tell another soul about what went on in our dorm room. We both knew that nobody else would understand, so what was the point of exposing our secret? We weren’t gay, but that would sound incredibly strange if anybody ever found out about us. How do you deny being gay, when you regularly take cock up your ass?

Dale and I became close friends almost instantly. He was just like me in many ways. He played football in high school, had a long term relationship with a girl on the other side of the state, and neither of us were quite sure why on earth we had come to college.

I was glad to have Dale as my roommate. I always felt comfortable around him, and the fact that we got on so well, meant that our friendship became even stronger as the months went by.

We told each other things that we’d never told anybody else. Dale revealed that he was having trouble with his girlfriend, and that she was rarely interested in having sex. I told him that I was going through similar problems with my girlfriend, and I guess we bonded over our shared case of blue balls.

As we got closer, our jokes became more personal. Neither of us thought much of it to begin with, but I knew things were shifting when I mindlessly offered to jerk him off one Sunday evening, when he returned after a weekend back home.

“You know what, man” he laughed, as he fell back onto his bed and sighed, “one of these days I’ll take you up on that offer”.

It was a joke. The same type of joke that was becoming more and more frequent between us, and then one day it stopped being a joke.

Dale came back from the gym, and I could hear his voice outside the door as he spoke to his girlfriend on the phone. They were arguing, again, which was nothing new, but when he got inside, I knew that something more serious had happened.

“She’s cheating on me” he said, and I could tell that he was trying to act as though it wasn’t bothering him. “Fuck, man”.

I don’t know why I offered, and I don’t know how he knew that I was serious when I did, but that afternoon, Dale stood next to my bed and thanked me as he pulled out his cock and put it in my mouth.

I can’t describe my reasoning for it. Despite the fact that the six foot three, football player was undeniably handsome, I wasn’t attracted to him. Not in the way I was attracted to women, anyway.

I wanted to help him. I wanted to relieve the stress that he was going through, and as a nineteen year old guy, myself, I knew that the best way to blow off some steam was through sex.

He laughed when I began to suck, which, in turn, caused me to laugh. Neither of us took it all too seriously, but our relationship changed that afternoon as I swallowed his cock.

I don’t know what I expected. I don’t know if I’d ever even imagined it before, but sucking Dale’s cock wasn’t too bad. In fact, there was something exciting about being able to pleasure myroommatein such a way. I almost felt powerful.

He didn’t want to cum in my mouth the first time we did it, so he jerked off in front of me, and shot his load into his hand. I’ll never forget the sight of his large, wet cock shooting thick streams of sperm into his palm, and the sudden change in his demeanour once the post-nut clarity kicked in.

“We can’t tell anybody about this, man” he said, pulling up his boxer briefs.

“Deal”.

And it was a deal. We both agreed to take our secret to the grave, and by doing so, we gave ourselves permission to continue with our newfound plan. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence, but it did become more and more frequent.

I knew exactly when Dale needed a blowjob, and after a few one-sided weeks, he began to get the memo, too. The first night that I lay on my bed with the lights switched off, and watched him bob up and down on my cock, was one of the best experiences of my life.

Men knew what other men wanted. Sure, it took some time to get used to a guy sucking my dick, but he was better than any woman I’d ever had before. His hand stroked the base, whilst his mouth teased the sensitive glans, and it never took more than five minutes before I was gasping through an orgasm.

At some point, we both realised that it was far easier to simply swallow a load than go through the clean up, afterwards, and I was the one who first bit the bullet and let him cum in my mouth.

We were both nervously excited as I got down on my knees and he sat on the edge of his bed. I’d grown to learn everything that I needed to know about sucking Dale’s cock. I knew that he liked to start off slow, and gradually increase the pace. I knew that he liked having his balls massaged as I sucked, and I knew that when he began to moan, it would take only seconds before he orgasmed.

“Are you sure?!” He gasped, as I took more of his cock into my throat. “I’m gonna cum, are you sure?!”

I grunted back at him as we both braced ourselves, and then I felt my roommate stiffen up, and ropes of warm cum squirted into the back of my throat. I was surprised by my own willingness to swallow, but as soon as I did, I knew that there was no looking back.

Cum tasted good. I didn’t like admitting that to myself, but how could I deny it? There was something deliciously sweet about Dale’s sperm, and from that moment onwards, I never let a load go to waste.

It was funny, really. Inside the walls of our dorm room, Dale and I pleasured each other in ways that nobody else could imagine, but outside, we had different groups of friends, and rarely did more than nod at each other in the corridors.

It was his idea to fuck. I could tell that he’d been reluctant to ask me, and truth be told, I’d been reluctant to agree. At what point did it stop being just two friends helping each other out? At what point did it become gay?

We discussed it one evening, and eventually I agreed to let him try. I wanted to take it slow, and I demanded enough lube to open up a lube factory, and after almost an hour of fooling around with each other, I got to my hands and knees on his bed, and experienced a finger in my ass for the first time in my life.

I can’t say that it was the most pleasurable thing we had done, but it wasn’t awful, either. Dale spent about fifteen minutes slowly sliding his fingers in and out of me, and once we were both ready, he replaced his fingers with his cock, and fucked me for the first time.

I’d always assumed that women were exaggerating when they said that anal hurt, but I learned that night, that anal fucking hurt. It wasn’t excruciating, but it was enough for me to groan as he held my hips and began to pound. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for that pain to subside, and what came after it, was something that neither of us expected.

I came on the bed without touching myself. Dale was almost as shocked by it as I was. It felt like I was pissing, but the orgasm that ripped through my body as he fucked me, was out of this world. It was an orgasm that I’d chase for the rest of my life, but one which I received regularly, thanks to my roommate’s insatiable sexual appetite.

Dale didn’t want to be fucked. He’d made that clear from the beginning, and I was alright with that because he made up for that by being a willing mouth whenever I needed one.

So, that was that. Our entire year was spent helping each other out in ways that nobody else would ever know, and I wouldn’t have changed a single thing about it.


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I had just turned 23 .. I had been to strip club around here few times and they were pretty good.. nice hot guys .. 18 and up some more than likely doing it to make money for college tuition.. then others to pay rent buy food and stuff like that..

So I had put some money ina few of their underwear waistlines .. g-string …. ..

I went to another strip club.. with few of the guys — I had heard guys say the guys are hot and strip completely and even get guys from audience to dance with them.. I was like . More than likely those guys work for the club and they pull them on stage..


So we get to our room and rested from the trip .. then showered and got dressed ..

They kept talking about this one guy.. said he was like me. Short (5ft6/5ft7) nice build .. except he was little hairy but I wasn’t as most hair I have is around cock n balls .. and little bit around my hole .. some guys thought I shaved chest and all but I never did..

We go inside .. deal with proof of id crap and instantly we were getting the eye from a lot of guys there .. I was kind of shocked as it didn’t look like anyone there was over 30 .. maybe 35 ..

On stage was couple guys stripping and strutting their asses around.. the guys I was with instantly knew that we had time for some beers and nachos .. as they knew those guys weren’t my type.. sure a lot of guys love buff guys and don’t mind if little muscular .. but when their built like the Incredible Hulk.. I instantly loose interest ..

So we sat at a table about middle of the place and guys kept on looking at us . Some would even come up.. stand behind me put hand on the chair or my shoulder (s) asking what were we looking for tonight .. I didn’t look at first at this one guy.. but I turned and was getting ready to tell him we were just here have a few beers and watch some guys shake their groove thing .. ..

When I saw him.. I didn’t know what caught my attention first .. his medium length curly red hair .. or his green eyes .. and had a nice body .. not majorly slender as can tell he has a soft belly but not big.. and his nipples we’re obviously hard as they were poking in his shirt..

I quickly stood up.. realizing I was few inches shorter than him .. my nose came to his chin.. he smiles and says how are you handsome.. and I was like.. I am fine ..

He asked me with this girly feminine voice .. how about you follow me.. and as he held my hand I admired his ass .. nice bubble. Butt .. of course I instantly wondered what it looked like out of those pants he was wearing ..

The desk creaked as it rocked back and forth. Brad gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, bracing himself from the heavy thrusts. He could feel the sweat dripping on his perfectly sculpted body and on his face. He could hear the moans that were barely being held back. He opened his eyes and looked up at the man fervently fucking him, Professor Garry Meyer.

The old man was looking right back at him as he plowed his ass. His fat, ugly face was contorted from both the exertion and ecstasy of the fuck. It was a disgusting sight to behold, and filled Brad with shame. There was only one thing he could think to do at that moment.

Brad smiled, opened his mouth, and stuck his tongue out. Garry knew this was an invitation for him, one he gladly accepted. He lowered his face as close to Brad's as he could, which wasn't very close due to his huge gut getting in the way, gathered up the saliva in his mouth and promptly spat the huge glob straight into the boy's mouth.

The hot stud played with the thick wad of spit, showing it off to Garry like a prize, before swallowing it all. The fat man's face lit up with joy and lust. Brad wanted to grab his face and pull him in for a kiss so badly, but the man's belly was too fucking big. He desperately needed to taste Garry in his mouth though, so he opened it again, allowing the fatty to spit it in again.

Brad wasn't satisfied though, and left his mouth open, signaling Garry to keep spitting. The sensation of the viscous saliva filling his mouth, and the nasty taste of it as he swallowed, caused his dick to start leaking precum.

At that moment, Brad's phone started vibrating on the pile of his clothes on the floor. Garry looked over to see who it was.

"It's Dan. Your coach must be looking for you. Is he strict with punctuality?" Garry asked.

"Yeah, he is. Especially with me because I'm the team captain. He'll be livid that I'm so late without having given any notice. I'm probably get tortured with an insane amount of extra drills," Brad answered.

"Should I stop fucking you then? So you can go to your training already."

"NO! Please don't stop daddy."

"Why not? You're gonna get in trouble."

"It's fine. I can handle it. Just please don't stop fucking me."

"How late are you willing to be? What if you end up missing your training?

"It doesn't matter. I'll deal with it. I'll stay here as long as it takes."

"Oh? As long as it takes for what? Tell me what you want, boy."

"I....as long as it takes for you to cum in me..." Brad said, the embarrassment evident in his voice.

"So you're willing to suffer the consequences of skipping out on your training unannounced, just so you can get fucked by a wildly obese old man and take his cum up your ass? That's pretty fucked up, boy. Tell me why you're going through all this trouble," said Garry.

The young stud's face suddenly turned as red as a tomato. He couldn't answer.

"If you don't tell me, I'm gonna have to stop," the fat man said.

"No! Please don't stop," begged Brad.

"Answer my question then," replied Garry.

"Because it feels so good to get fucked by you," said Brad.

"We both know that's not the truth. Not the full truth anyway. Oh well, I gave you a chance," Garry said as he stopped thrusting and began to pull out.

"NO! Wait, please don't. I...Okay, fine," the boy began in a hushed voice, his face now even more red than before.

"I get so turned on being used by disgusting men. It feels so degrading to get fucked by someone so repulsive. Having your cock and cum inside me makes me feel so dirty and ashamed of myself, and that drives me crazy horny," the hot stud admitted, his gaze focused on the plant sitting by the side of the room, unable to look Garry in the eye.

He had already admitted this to Garry before, but it felt as embarrassing and shameful saying now as it did the 1st time. It was, however, the truth. Brad got off on getting used by the fat old men he hooked up with because it makes him feel dirty, which in turn made him feel good and horny. The real kicker is, his face and body were immaculate. Everyone who would come across him assumed he might be some celebrity. That would be selling the young stud short though, because he was more handsome and hotter than any celebrity or model the world had ever seen. That he looked so good and let those disgusting men use him only made it even more fucked up, which really drove him crazy with lust.

The older man grabbed Brad's face and pointed it towards his own so that they were making direct eye contact.

"Good boy. I think you deserve a prize for being so honest," Garry said in a Sinister voice, as he covered Brad's mouth his his hand and then immediately began thrusting his cock all the way in and out of the smooth, tight hole of the youth.

Garry was now fucking Brad with the same vigor as in their first encounter, and this drove the sexy boy nuts. If it were not for Garry's gigantic hand muffling Brad's moans, the entire building would have heard his cries of pleasure.

It wasn't long before Brad started cumming without either of them so much as touching his dick. That he once again got the hot stud to cum hands free pushed Garry to his own orgasm, and he began filling up the boy's insides, barely able to contain his own screams.

"Holy shit daddy, that was so good," Brad said after Garry had pulled out and they both started getting dressed. He cleaned up quickly and head for the door as he was already running really late for training.

Before Brad shut the door behind him, he turned to Garry and asked, "Can I drop by tonight?"

"No can do. I am seeing some relatives that are in town for the week. But damn, it really turns me on how insatiable you are, you dirty little slut," Garry replied as he slapped Brad's ass, almost causing the young stud to release the pool of cum sitting in his guts.

"Okay then. See ya," the boy said, as he hurried to his training.

Garry having his own, large office in a secluded area in one of the older buildings on campus was extremely convenient for them both. The university administration made it seem like a privilege for him to have that office, but the truth was that the other faculty members found the way he looks really off-putting and bothersome because of how insanely obese and ugly he was, so they stuffed him far away, out of sight. The whale of a man used to resent them for this, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

It had been almost 2 weeks since their first encounter, and they had been fucking nonstop ever since. During the day, they would find common free time and Brad would sneak off to Garry's office for a quickie, just as he did a few minutes ago. Then at night, after hitting the gym, Brad would head over to Garry's place which was only a block away, to get properly fucked.

It was still a mystery to Brad, and to even Garry himself, how the fat man managed to fuck Brad with the strength and stamina of an Olympic athlete in his physical prime despite being in his late fifties and absurdly, dangerously obese.

Every basic task was demanding for Garry because of his size. Walking short distances would get him winded. Getting up from being seated required effort. Getting out of bed was a monumental task which required him to roll more often than not. Yet somehow, he could plow Brad with extreme force for literal hours without slowing down or dropping the intensity.

It was honestly something so spectacular that doctors or scientists would probably conduct studies on it. But Brad didn't need to know how or why Garry was able to fuck him that way, as long as he was able to.

Brad was so late for training already, and the pool was quite far from Garry's office, but he couldn't quite sprint for fear of the Garry's cum spilling out of his hole, so the best he could do was a brisk walk.

When he finally got the pool, he went straight to the showers to get cleaned up and expel his daddy's seed so he could get in the water. However, before he could even set down his things, he heard his coach shouting his name from his office. so he head over.

"I'm sorry coach. I feel asleep in the library trying to study for my calculus exam later this week. I didn't mean to dip without leaving word. I'll do whatever extra drills you want," Brad said sincerely, as he really did love being captain of the swim team and took it very seriously.

"Well, normally I'd kick your ass with drills for pulling off something like this, but the Dean gave me a call earlier. He needs to talk to you about your potential scholarship for next year, so you need to drop by his office tomorrow afternoon. He also said to extend his congratulations to you for your stellar performance. He was in the crowd during the last competition. Because of that, I'm going to let it slide this time. But make sure it doesn't happen again.

"Ah shit. Do you know if it's good or bad news for my scholarship?" asked Brad.

"No idea, sorry."

"Alright. Well thanks coach, and thanks for giving me a pass this time. It won't happen again," said Brad as he rushed off to the shower.

The stud was a bit worried that the dean wanted to see him in person regarding his scholarship. He had no idea if that was standard practice or not. Brad didn't actually need the scholarship as his family was well off and his parents paid for his tuition, but it would greatly boost his resume, and money saved is money saved.

Later that night, Brad sat in his apartment going through the topics of his upcoming calculus exam. He lied to his coach about falling asleep in the library studying, but he really did have an exam that he needed to study for.

It just dawned on Brad that this was the first night since he met Garry that he was not over at the older man's place getting fucked. He had dropped by after hitting the gym every night, and would get fucked until well past midnight each time. This distracted him from the fact that Chuck had to postpone their sauna escapade, so he was happy about that, but it also meant that he had little to no time at all for his academics, which he was now very far behind on. He was actually grateful for this opportunity to finally catch up.

The next day, during a morning class, Brad sent Garry a text.

"I have to go speak with the Dean at 3:30pm later. Can I drop by at 3:00pm for a snack?"

"Make it 3:10. I have a quick work call at 3 but it shouldn't be more than a few minutes," replied Garry.

At a little past 3, Brad discreetly made his way to Garry's office. He knocked on the door at 3:10 and was ushered in by the big man.

"So what snack will you be having today, son?" Garry asked.

"Chef's choice," Brad answered with a grin.

Brad had been dropping by Garry's office for quick fuck sessions. However, on occasions where they hard a particularly short amount of time, instead of getting fucked, Brad would get a "snack". This snack was one of either suckling on Garry's tits, worshipping Garry's belly and fat rolls with his tongue and mouth, or eating his ass.

Garry dropped his pants and knelt down on the couch. Today's snack would be his ass.

The young hunk got on his knees immediately and spread Garry's fat ass cheeks apart. He placed his tongue on the base of the man's crack then slowly licked all the way up. He repeated these slow licking motions with strong pressure, then started kissing around and on the hole. He switched back and forth between slow licks and wet kisses, before eventually picking up the pace, flicking his tongue faster and faster. He was now working that hole like a dog licking ice cream.

Before long, he buried his face between Garry's ass cheeks as best he could, reveling in the fat ass cheeks squishing his face, then stuck his tongue inside the man's hole. He darted his tongue in and out of the hole, slithering it round and round, swiping as much of the insides as he could. He was eating Garry's ass like a starving lion, even moaning directly into his hole, the vibrations of which made the fat man shiver. As sweaty and musky as Garry's ass was, it was always extremely clean, both inside and out, which Brad appreciated.

As Brad feasted on Garry's ass, he reached for the man's fat 8-inch dick and began stroking it. The young stud got so engrossed in eating his fat daddy's sweaty, hairy ass that he didn't realize his meeting with the dean would begin any minute now. Luckily, the hefty fella began to tense up, which told Brad that he was about to blow. He parted from the tasty cake and dove beneath his crotch, managing to get the dick in his mouth a split second before it erupted. He continued to stroke Garry's dick throughout his orgasm, milking every last drop from the gorgeous piece of meat into his mouth, savoring the disgusting taste.

As always, Brad didn't swallow immediately. He waited for Garry to, ever so slowly, turn around and face him, so he could show off the cum in his mouth. Garry stuck out his middle and index finger, which Brad started sucking with his mouth still full of cum. Garry swirled his fingers in the cum for a few seconds before making Brad swallow it all, which he did in one big gulp.

With that, Brad was off to the Dean's office, making a quick pitstop at the bathroom to wash his face and gargle with mouthwash. He couldn't exactly walk into the dean's office with the smell of cum all over his face and breath.

"Have a seat Mr. Parker," said Dean Willis.

"Thanks. You said you wanted to see me about my scholarship for next year?" Brad said.

"That's right. I have some good news for you. The scholarship will be granted to you next year if you are able to meet a few requirements," Willis replied.

"That's awesome! Thanks so much Dean Willis! What do I have to do to secure it?"

"You just have to maintain your current GPA. I also noticed your record indicates that you didn't join your team during the two outreach programs they participated in this year, so you will have to accomplish this as well."

"Oh, about that. I had every intention of joining, but coach said that I didn't need to, and that my duties as team captain would suffice," the youth answered.

"For maintaining your spot on the team, yes. However, for a scholarship, fulfilling the outreach requirement is a must. My assistant Sara can help with that on your way out," the dead said.

"Alright dean Willis, I'll make sure to get on that right away. Thank you again," Brad said as he head out of the dean's office and spoke to his assistant.

"Hi Sara, I'm Brad. Dean Willis said that you might be able to help me with joining an outreach program?"

"Hi Brad. Yes, I can help with you that. Here is a list of the outreach programs that are still running and that you can join at this time. You just need to pick which one you'd like to join and I will make the all the necessary arrangements for you," said Sara.

"Hmm...I don't really know what to choose. I'm actually falling behind with my studies right now, you know, with all the swim training. Is there any chance you can help me find one that would mesh well with my duties and schedule as the swim team captain?" Brad said, flashing that killer smile.

His attempt at charming her succeeded, of course. Rare were the times that Brad was not able to sweep someone off their feet with his natural charms and unnaturally good looks.

"Well, okay, here's the inside scoop! From the feedback I've heard from students that have participated in these programs, the nursing home was the easiest gig. You basically just hang out with an elderly person assigned to you for a few hours a couple of days each week. All you do is chat, play cards or board games, go for walks, you know, stuff like that. You basically just keep the person company and keep them entertained," Sara explained.

"That sounds perfect. I'd really appreciate it if you could assist me with getting into that program."

"Not a problem. Once everything is ironed out, I'll send an e-mail with all the details to the account registered on your file."

"Awesome! Thanks again, Sara," Brad said with a wink that made Sara's heart skip a beat, as he made his way out.

Saturday morning came, and it was going to be his first day at the nursing home. Brad decided to hit the gym before heading to the home because he had plans with his friends later that night and wouldn't be able to go then. The gym was unusually light for a Saturday so Brad's workout ended earlier than he expected, and he had some time before he needed to be at the nursing home. He decided to shoot Garry a text.

"Hey daddy, any chance you're home? Just finished at the gym and I'm dying for a snack."

"Just got in, actually, so that's perfect timing. Come on over," replied Garry.

Brad washed up in the gym shower and then head over to Garry's place a block over.

"Damn boy, you really hit the gym hard don't you? You muscles are always bulging like crazy when you come here after working out," said Garry in awe of the young hunk's muscles that were barely contained by the plain white t-shirt he was wearing. "No wonder you need a snack. What'll it be today?"

"I wanna feast on your big fat titties," answered Brad with lustful eyes.

Garry took off his shirt and sat himself down on the couch. Brad came close, grabbed the older man's gigantic, saggy manboob and started suckling on it like a baby breastfeeding.

The whale of a man started leaking precum as the young stud made all kinds of noises as he devoured his tit. Out of the various "snacks," this was Garry's favorite because he could look at Brad's face as it happened, unlike when he eats his ass or worships his belly. When Brad suckles on his tits, he can see the pure bliss and lust in the boy's face as he feasted. It drove Garry wild knowing that someone as repulsive as him had someone as breathtakingly attractive as Brad desperate and willing to worship and be used by him.

While Garry could last for hours without cumming whenever he and Brad had proper fuck sessions, he by no means had erectile dysfunction and could cum within a shorter amount of time as well if he wanted to, which was usually the case for the boy's snack sessions.

Garry undid his pants and began stroking his dick. Within a few minutes, he announced he was cumming, and began exploding as Brad continued to suckle on his tits.

Despite his attention being fully directed at suckling on Garry, Brad managed to catch the man's load in his hands. The stud took it and started spreading it all over the Garry's tits.

"Yeah son, now you can drink daddy's milk," teased Garry, and drink it the boy did. He started lapping the cum off of Garry's salami-sized areolas, before properly latching on with his mouth and sucking them off fully, until there wasn't a speck of seed left.

"Mmmm," said Brad as he licked his lips. "Thanks for feeding me your milk, daddy."

"Did you like daddy's milk?" asked Garry.

"Yeah. It tastes so fucking good. Although, I do have some time left before I have to go. Can I please have another snack?"

"Oh, you hungry little slut. Go for it," Garry replied.

Brad wasted no time. His hands grabbed hold of Garry's belly and he shoved his face right smack in the center of it. He opened his mouth wide and started kissing the blubber that surrounded Garry's navel. Every kiss on Garry's gut made Brad hornier, and the hornier he got, the sloppier his kisses became. He kept getting hornier, and his kisses sloppier, to the point that his mouth couldn't keep up and he had to resort to licking, which he did in earnest.

"That's right, son. Clean daddy real good," Garry said to Brad, and clean him up he did.

Brad moved from Garry's navel to his fat folds. He slipped his tongue in between the rolls of fat and began swiping his tongue across it. The boy didn't just move his tongue, he swung his entire head left and right, making sure his tongue slathered every nook and cranny of an area, before moving on to the next.

Hey Everyone, since my last story was in 2009 and is now lost :/, I thought it might be time for a comeback. I've been feeling a shortage of fresh PE lately so I took it upon myself to oblige. Feedback is, as always greatly appreciated, I'm writing this for you so please tell me what you want . -BB


Calvin Vanderhoff was feeling more than slightly districted at this very moment. Allison Prescott, quite possibly the hottest girl ever to have graced the halls of Harvard was talking to her friends by the rec center pool, wearing a polka dot bikini. From his 3rd floor window in his dormitory, Calvin was afforded a stunning view of Ali's toned, swimmers body, her perfect hips, perfect D cup tits, and even her wavy, blonde hair.
Calvin had had the hots for Ali from the first day of orientation, a desire fueled all the more by their assignment as lab partners for physics. She was bright, funny, and, as bears a second mention, the hottest girl he had ever seen. Pulled from his daydreams by a wave of pessimism, Calvin sighed, looking down at the barley noticeable bulge his fantasy-encouraged erection left on his jeans. Who would be attracted to this tiny thing, let alone Ali he conceded.
All throughout high school, his size had always made him feel inferior, though he was generally average in every other way, he knew from the showers that the guys with girlfriends were far more hung than his meager five inches.
Calvin sighed again and tried to focus on his organic chemistry textbook. I have 2 hours until Biology, so I can probably get a nap in, take my mind off things. His body seemed to agree with the idea because he felt rather tired. He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes softly thinking to himself as he fell asleep I wish I could be with Ali, I wish I could be with Ali .

Author Note:
Hey guys, I've been reading the stories on here for a while and decided i might give it a go myself. Not sure how my first attempt will go, its a bit slow to start, but please give feedback.

This story follows Ryan, a 21yo guy just living his life, who is about to have a lot of strange occurences in the near future

Chapter 1:

BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!

“Oh, not already…” I mutter to myself. I feel like I’ve hardly been asleep, surely one of my roomies has changed my alarm clock for a joke. I reach over and bang the snooze button, but just roll over and drift off again.

When I wake up to an insanely annoying beeping 10 minutes later, I realise it’s kinda light outside my window behind the curtains. I look at the clock. 8:45am. Fuck!, I think, I’m gonna be late for work! I jump outta bed, and power out of my room heading to the bathroom for a shower.

“Nice ass, wanker” I hear as I walk up the hallway. Crap, someone’s still home. I turn around and it’s one of my roomies, Mike. I live with two housemates, Mike and David. David and I have been best mates since the 1st grade, Mike kinda joined us in high school, and we’ve all been best friends since. We’ve done some pretty crazy things in our time together. I should probably also mention that I sleep naked, and obviously in my hurry to get outta bed I’ve neglected to put anything on. Luckily in our house, we’re pretty open, and while this kinda thing doesn’t happen often, its not the first time, we’ve all seen each other naked at some point

“Yeah, I know” I laugh as I turn and walk towards to bathroom, “your mum told me yesterday in bed.”
“You know you’ve used that joke before, right?” Mike says.
“I’ve used it before because it’s good, and the truth.”
“Whatever”
“Yeah, that’s what she said when I asked her what she wanted me to do to her, want to know what I did?”
“Nothing, cos your full of shit?”
“Nah, this” I say, as I start thrusting my hips a bit.
“Gross, I don’t need to see your junk slapping round like that” he laughs.
I laugh too, and head in and have the fastest shower I’ve had in a while.

***

I manage to make it to work only 10 minutes late. David and I work as techs at a computer store, fixing and building machines, and helping people out with general IT issues. I find David in the back room, pulling some ancient computer apart.
“Oh, so managed to make it to work then?” he says with a grin.
“You changed the clock, didn’t you?”
“Maybe. But its not my fault your late, I bet you hit snooze like usual”
“That’s not the point, if it went off when its supposed to I would’ve been right!”
“Now don’t be crabby, just cos you overslept and have missed out on your morning wank” he laughs.
“Shut up” I say as I walk off to see what is on for me to do.

I have to say at this point, David is kinda right, I was feeling a bit horny at this point, and I’d had a semi since I woke up. A little uncomfortable, but not much I can do about it now. I head over to my desk and see I have to spend the day delivering and installing computers. Great, I think, a boring day to finish the week. I load up the machines I need into the van, and as I’m heading out the door, David yells out
“Don’t forget, drinks tonight with the guys!”
“Yeah, yeah, how could I forgot”

***

Bout 2.30pm, I pull up at the last delivery. On the worksheet I notice it’s a simple drop off of a laptop that had been in for repair. Sweet, I think, I’ll be done in 10 minutes and can knock off early.

I grab the laptop, head up and knock on the front door. I can hear a stereo on in the house, so someone must be home, but after a minute of so there’s still no answer. I knock again, harder and louder.
“Just a sec” I hear a voice sing out.
Next I know, a 20ish girl answers the door, barely dressed.
“Oh,” she say, “sorry, thought you were someone else, I forgot you were bringing the laptop back today.”
This takes a few seconds to compute in my head, as I’m too busy looking at her toned and tanned body, blonde, shoulder length hair, and string bikini, which doesn’t particularly cover anything. I feel that semi from this morning hardening pretty quickly.
“No… No worries,” I stutter out. I hold the laptop out. “Here’s the laptop”
“Ah, thanks, dunno what I did to it, but so long as it works its all good. Bye” she says with a smile and then the door closes, and I’m left standing there mouth hanging slightly open.
Damn, I think to myself, where can I get one like that for me.
I walk back to the truck, my hard dick now really tight in my undies.
Right, time to go home for a wank

***

I get home, and its straight up the hallway heading to my room. I notice the door to Mike’s room is closed, meaning he’s home. Gonna have to make sure I don’t get too loud. I close my door and immediately strip off, the image of those boobs barely covered in the bikini top is still in my head. I’d love to get my dick in between them. I look down to see my dick staring pretty much back at me. I grab my laptop and set it up at the end of the bed, plug in my headphones, only putting in one ear so I can still hear if Mike decides to come knock or anything, and lay down to look up some porn. As I’m surfing, and different vids are getting looked at and skipped over, I start to dry hump the bed a bit, rubbing my dick against the sheets, getting a nice little feeling building up in the base of my head. I find a vid I like, a blonde girl like the one I dropped the laptop off to, riding some dick cowgirl style. Fuck yeah. I roll over, a nice tingling in my dick from the dry humping, and get my lube from out of the drawer (in case you’re wondering, I have a circumcised dick). I have a bit of precum flowing, but I really wanna get into it, so I lube up. I start jackin with my right hand, in time with how fast they’re going in the vid. The POV keeps changing from the guy’s POV, watching the chick ride his dick and her tits bouncing up and down, to one from behind her, so you can watch her arse. I’m finding it so hot, watching her bounce, my hand sliding up and down my throbbing dick in sync. She starts playing with the guy’s nipples, so with my other hand I start playing with mine. After a bit of rubbing, I notice she’s squeezing and twisting a bit, so I squeeze and pull on mine. Hurts a bit, but a good hurt, and I let out a little gasp as I realise I’m getting close. I slow down a bit, cos I wanna go for a bit longer. In the vid, the girl starts rubbing her hands round on the guys stomach, saying “yeah baby, you’re so hard, it feels so good”. Feels so good is right, I think, and I run left hand down my stomach, run it round and start rubbin my balls. I’m seeding back up now, pulling on my balls and bit, and the now on the vid I’m watching her from behind, the guy gripping her arse and he thrusts his dick in and out, balls slapping about. She lets out a little moan each time it goes in. I start to get close again, so I stop, and lay back and close my eyes for a second. That’s when I realise I can hear a noise from Mike’s room, almost like bouncing on the bed. Then I hear him let out a bit of a moan. Holy shit, I think, has he got a chick in there?! I start jackin again, not wanting to waste the effort I’ve put in so far, and try to hear more. I hear a bit more moaning from him, and still can’t decide if someone else is in there or not, cos I can’t hear anything else but the odd bumping sound.

A few different feelings run through my head, mainly awkwardness and amusement. I realise I’m also finding it a bit of a turn on, which I find a bit weird. My jackin speed is picking back up, on the vid I the angle is from behind again, the guy is grabbing her arse, pulling her down harder on his cock. ‘Yeah take all my cock’ he says, ‘I’m gonna make you cum so hard’. He moves a hand over, and starts playing with her hole, rubbing a finger around. I’m loving it all, watching the vid, hearing the sounds from the next room, I’m rock hard, and trying not to moan or make any noise that might be overheard. On the vid the guy shoves his finger in, the girl is saying ‘oh yeah baby, that’s so good, oh, oh, oh”. I’m jacking pretty hard, getting close, when suddenly the bumping sound gets faster, and I can just hear “uh, uh, uh, oh yeeeeeeeeeeh”. Clearly Mike’s just cum. Everything goes quiet, and I tip over the edge to a massive orgasm. My balls shoot up, I’m writhing on the bed, my mouth open, but making no noise (luckily), as jet after jet of jizz shoot all over me. I fall back still as it dies away, not quite able to move and panting a little……..

“Fuck, Tyler, you’re taking it so well,” Matthew murmured, his voice low and gravelly, the words dripping with approval as he pressed deeper, his hips moving with a rhythm that was both punishing and tender. Tyler’s breath hitched, his body trembling beneath Matthew’s weight, his fingers digging into the sheets as he arched his back, his voice breaking into a long, guttural moan that seemed to echo through the room.

“M-Matthew… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore…” Tyler stammered, his words trembling like the rest of him, his voice barely above a whisper. His thighs quivered, his body slick with sweat, his mind a blur of sensation and surrender. Matthew’s hands gripped his hips tighter, anchoring him, guiding him through the storm of pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm him.

“You can,” Matthew growled, his voice steady, commanding, a stark contrast to Tyler’s wrecked state. “You’re mine, Tyler. You can take it. And you will.”

And Tyler did. Because Matthew had a way of pushing him, of pulling him into depths he didn’t know existed, of revealing parts of himself he’d never dared to explore. Matthew was his muse, his guide, his secret—something Tyler never thought he’d allow himself to have. But here they were, tangled in sheets, sweat-slicked and breathless, and Tyler wouldn’t have it any other way.

---

It had started months ago, in the quiet corners of their shared office floor. Tyler had always admired Matthew from afar—his confidence, his charm, the way he carried himself with an ease that Tyler could only dream of. But Tyler was careful. He was on the down low, his desires tucked away, hidden behind layers of caution and fear. He couldn’t risk it. Not even for someone like Matthew.

But Matthew had a way of seeing through him.

It was a late night at the office, the kind where the fluorescent lights buzzed louder than the silence, and the air felt heavy with the weight of unfinished work. Tyler was hunched over his desk, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up, his mind racing with numbers and deadlines. He didn’t hear Matthew approach until he felt the warmth of his presence behind him.

“Still here, Tyler?” Matthew’s voice was smooth, almost teasing, and Tyler froze, his pen slipping from his fingers.

“Yeah,” Tyler said, his voice a little too high, a little too strained. “Just trying to finish this report.”

Matthew leaned against the edge of Tyler’s desk, his arms crossed, his gaze lingering on Tyler’s face. “You’re always working so hard. You ever take a break?”

Tyler shrugged, his heart pounding in his chest. “Not really. It’s… important to me.”

Matthew studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Tyler’s cheek. Tyler flinched, his breath catching in his throat, his entire body going still.

“You’re tense,” Matthew said softly, his thumb tracing the curve of Tyler’s jaw. “You need to relax.”

Tyler swallowed hard, his mind racing. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. But Matthew’s touch was real, his presence undeniable, and Tyler felt something inside him crack.

“I…” Tyler started, but the words stuck in his throat. Matthew’s hand moved to the back of his neck, his fingers massaging the tight muscles there, and Tyler let out a soft, involuntary moan.

“That’s it,” Matthew murmured, his voice low, his breath warm against Tyler’s ear. “Let go, Tyler. Just let go.”

And Tyler did. He let Matthew’s touch unravel him, let his hands wander, let his lips press against his neck in a way that sent shivers down his spine. It was the first time Tyler had allowed himself to feel, to want, to need, and it terrified him. But it also exhilarated him.

---

Now, months later, Tyler was no longer afraid. At least, not in the same way. Matthew had shown him things about himself he’d never known—his capacity for pleasure, his ability to surrender, his desire to be owned. And tonight, Matthew was taking him to a new edge, one that left Tyler gasping, his body writhing, his mind spinning.

Matthew pulled out slowly, his grip on Tyler’s hips tightening as he flipped him onto his back. Tyler’s legs instinctively wrapped around Matthew’s waist, pulling him closer, and Matthew leaned down, his lips brushing against Tyler’s ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Matthew whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Completely undone. Mine.”

Tyler’s breath hitched, his hands trembling as they reached up to grip Matthew’s shoulders. “Yours,” he whispered back, the word shaky but sincere.

Matthew didn’t waste another moment. He pushed back in, his thrusts deep and deliberate, each one drawing another broken moan from Tyler’s lips. Tyler’s fingers dug into Matthew’s skin, his body arching off the bed, his mind consumed by the sheer intensity of it all.

“That’s it,” Matthew growled, his pace increasing, his grip on Tyler’s hips bruising. “Take it, Tyler. Take it all.”

Tyler’s vision blurred, his body trembling on the edge of release, his moans growing louder, more desperate. He was close—so close—and Matthew knew it. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Tyler’s as he spoke, his voice a low, commanding whisper.

“Come for me, Tyler. Now.”

And Tyler did. His body convulsed, his back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over him, his moans echoing through the room. Matthew didn’t stop, his thrusts relentless, drawing out Tyler’s orgasm until he was gasping, his body limp, his mind hazy.

Matthew followed soon after, his release spilling into Tyler as his body shuddered, his grip tightening as he buried himself deep. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling, the air thick with the scent of sweat and satisfaction.

Then Matthew pulled back, his hands gentle as they brushed against Tyler’s skin, his lips pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You did so well,” he murmured, his voice warm, almost affectionate.

Tyler’s heart swelled at the words, his chest aching with something he couldn’t quite name. He wanted to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he reached up, his fingers brushing against Matthew’s cheek, his touch tentative, almost shy.

Matthew smiled, his hand covering Tyler’s, his thumb brushing against his knuckles. “Get some rest,” he said softly. “We’re not done yet.”

A couple of years after college, I found myself in my first real place with my girlfriend, Gina. It was a decent three bedroom condo near the beach. That was perfect since we were both surfers. We were both becoming successful and we could afford some nice things. Like the condo, and the Beemers, and the longboards.


In our mid twenties and given the amount of surfing, volleyball, cycling, skiing, and hiking we did together and with friends, we were both in top shape. She stood a towering 5’3 ½” with the full on 36-24-36, a Firebrand redhead who I lovingly joked “had red on the head and fire in the hole”. I’m 5’11” and 170lbs with chestnut hair. I’m blessed with a girthy seven and half cut dick. Our sex life was amazing, we did it anywhere and everywhere. In the surf. On the back deck under a blanket, ski trip hot tubs, subway trains. There wasn’t much we didn’t try at least once.


She had convinced me to do a lot of things sexually I didn’t think I would try or ever be into. I guess my only complaint would have been her blow job skills. Try as she might, and as often I’d like, she had a hard time giving good head. It was pretty much okay with me though. I’d never gotten off from a blow job before, so we focused the attention on my cunnilingus tactics on her instead. I could eat her pussy for hours if she’d let me, but she often stopped me, several times gasping for a break.


I was worried that our fun might be cramped when her brother got laid off and needed a place to crash for little while. I knew Brian was gay, and I’d never had a problem with him. Or any gay guy, really. He didn’t really slow us down any. In fact, it was nice to have him around some weekends when we wanted to go somewhere we couldn’t take the dogs.


After one such weekend, we came home Sunday night to a new houseguest. I was sort of embarrassed because Brian hadn’t brought guys back to his “room”, and it seems we surprised them. They were only shirtless, but you know what you know when you walk in on someone and they are painfully trying to play it cool.


Now Brian was actually Gina’s older brother. He was nearly forty. He was an engineer by trade, and was getting back on his feet. I had to admit I was amazed at what a great body he did have at forty. He probably was about 5’8” 150lbs with black hair and blue eyes. Without his shirt in the living room with his friend was about as naked as I’d seen Brian.


His friend was younger than Gina or I. I guessed him at twenty at the oldest, but my gut said 17. Turns out he was 20. He too was around 5’8” but with beach blond hair and emerald eyes. He was shaped like a gymnast/wrestler.


We chit chatted with them for awhile, then I went and took the Boxer’s out for their evening run on the beach. Gina stayed behind with Brian and Trey. Watching the dogs run along the surf, I had to admit, gay guys keep in incredible shape. Both of them had a six pack that I could never quite muster. Even surfing everyday.


Of course I look at other men. Their bodies. Their haircuts. Their dicks. Every guy does it. We compare. We’re men. Its in our very nature to compete, at every level. Some dudes have ten inch dicks and million dollar smiles. Others have engineering degrees and excess cash. We check each other out in the showers because we are understandably curious how we measure up. I’ve always been satisfied with how I measure up. From junior high, through high school athletics and now my local gym, I can always make a good impression. At a hefty seven and half, I’m rather thick. Gina can have a hard time keeping it in her mouth sometimes if the angle isn’t just right, but she loves it when I use the fat head and rub it on her pussy lips, teasing her.


So naturally, I fleetingly thought of how I stacked up between Brian and Trey. By the time I got back with the dogs, everything was quieted down. Brian and Trey were in their room and Gina was doing her bedtime routine. It had been a long weekend of hiking. I ached and I know she ached as well. I had no plans on getting lucky, especially not with guests in the house.


When I crawled in bed, she was laying on her side facing away from me. She wasn’t tired yet, because she goes to sleep on her back. If she’s on her side, it means she wants me to spoon her. We’ve always slept naked, and sometimes if we think we’re too tired, we’ll try spooning to see if we really have it in us. If it works right, while we’re spooning I smell her, and I feel the heat from her beaver and soon I’m hard enough to tease her lips with the head, and if I’m really lucky, she starts getting wet enough and I precum enough that I slide right in.


Then her leg goes up and we both fall into one of our many favorite positions. My cock, like a piston, pounding her pussy. My balls, bouncing and slapping on our moist flesh. My arm wrapped around her and pulling her into our kiss. It can always go either way, like this. I can either nut in an instant or make it last and last and last. Even though it had been a rigorous weekend of physical activity, or maybe because of it, we both let it go on and on. I was content to have her wrapped around me. Her humidity was perfect, so perfect, that I did have to slow things up a couple of times or I might have lost it. All this I could see from the floor length mirror we had positioned for just such times. Like I said, this was one of our favorites, and she had talked me into a lot of things.


Another reason I love this position is that Gina tends to get loud and egg me on more. I love it when she makes noise. Gasps, grunts and deep little cries all turn me on. Its when I know I’m totally hittin’ it and she’s about to cum. This night, she was particularly loud. At first I was sort of embarrassed with Brian and Trey at the other end of the house, and I knew they could hear us.


Gina was doing all the work at this point. I was on my back, propped up by the pillows, and she was spread eagle above me, with my hands gripping her hips. Her hips crashing into my pelvic bone to get every last inch of me. My balls were tight and ready for release, thank god I could tell she was close.


When she came, I knew it was my turn to take over. She froze and I kept poppin’ my cock in her spasming hole. The velvety feel of her walls constricting on my rod sent me over the edge. I pulled out and jerked it once before it exploded up onto her chest and belly. I’m a very heavy cummer, but this load was only mediocre because of the outdoor sex over the weekend. It took some time for our heavy breathing to subside, but we both fell asleep shortly, very satisfied.


I had gotten into the habit of coming home at lunchtime most days to let the dogs out. It also afforded me time to eat healthy food at home, and watch porn on the internet and jerk off before going back to work. When I came home, the dogs were happy to see me, but it sounded like the shower in the hall bathroom was running. Trey being there didn’t cross my mind, because Brian’s car wasn’t in the driveway. When I pushed open the cracked door, I was treated to the tight body of a gymnast/wrestler bent over, facing away. Bent at the hips, with visible tan lines of a thong, apparently. The ass was round and firm and the cheeks were hairless, and there was a dusting of light fuzz in the crack, darker near the pucker. A perfect pink pucker if I’ve ever laid eyes on one. Male or female. I swear it winked at me.

I’m not going to lie to you, I just stood there with my mouth open. He stood up and turned around, and instinctively reached for the towel. I zapped out of my catatonic state and mumbled some apology, and nearly slammed the door behind me. I went to my office I have set up in the third bedroom, and closed the door. I was totally embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say to the guy, we’d barely talked, and now it seems I got busted checking out his naked ass...

Bordo would wonder the streets at night. He would wear those worn out jeans people wear these days. Bordo didn't wear underwear, he had a big hole there, and he would let his ten inch penis hang out of the hole. Bordo loved to watch people's eyes as they looked at his long fat penis. He noticed that some absolutely could not take their eyes off his penis. A few would follow him, and Bordo would lean up against a wall and they would come to him and make offers..........they would go into a dark place and spend a couple of hours, and when Bordo would come out his cock would be dripping a white substance.

But Bordo hungered for flesh, the long fat flesh that hung between the legs of freaks who's pricks never stopped growing,
naked men who loved to expose their nakedness and offer up their naked lewdness to others who feverishly sucked the gross long flesh and milk it and drink and swallow every drop. Yes Bordo loved to suck the grossly long piss meat and excite the men to make their pricks grow huge and horse meat long and drain their big old milk udders that hung so far down and bloated with the suck milk, yes these are the men who loved nakedness and would spread their naked legs to offer up their huge naked pricks to anyone who would violate their prick flesh, and to suck, and suck, and suck, for hours, and call the slut sucker all kinds of filthy names as they sucked "Yes that's it you motherfuck'n whore, suck motherfucker, you filthy fucking slut, fuck'n piss sucking slut, suck my fuck'n huge mushroom prick head, choke on my huge piss meat, fucking degenerate slut whore, that's it let me shove my 12 inch prick up into your ass hole and churn your filthy guts, nothing in the world I love more that fucking a degenerate's ass hole and shooting milk into it and then take a long hot piss and churn with the piss and reach around and grab his penis and jerk it while I am fucking him, that what you want whore, that what you want!" Bordo would visit the porno shops and watch big bulges grow in their pants as they looked at those homo mags and when he would see a really long bulge running down a leg he would accost them and offer to suck out their milk, Bordo has never been turned down.

This happened to me several years ago. I wrote it over the past few weeks, recalling an experience that is one of the most memorable of my life. I wasn't planning on sharing it, but decided to put it out there. I've changed names and some of the details. It marked the beginning of a very special relationship. I hope you enjoy:

I enjoy treating myself to a massage now and then as a means to unwind and relax. My regular masseur was on vacation, so I decided to go online and search for a therapist who could provide a therapeutic massage with a few sensual elements thrown in. Jason caught my eye immediately. The description of his services was exactly what I was looking for, and his appearance was undeniably appealing. I estimated him to be around 25 to 28 years old, with beautiful blond collar-length hair.

The picture on his profile showed him wearing shorts, revealing his stunning legs covered with blond fur - a fetish of mine. Not to mention his large nipples that I couldn't help but notice through his skin tight t-shirt. However, I refocused on the massage aspect and sent a text. Within ten minutes of exchanging messages, I had set an appointment for later that afternoon.

Upon arriving at Jason's place, he greeted me at the door with a warm hug. He was just as beautiful in person as he was in his pictures. He led me to his massage room, one of two bedrooms that he had set up as his massage studio. Jason asked me to undress and informed me that he would be back shortly. As I prepared myself for the massage, I couldn't help but imagine the scene that awaited me and the sensations that Jason's skilled hands would soon provide.

After a few minutes Jason entered the room. He moves with grace and confidence, his steps silent on the plush carpet. He asks me if I wanted to be draped and I told him that wasn’t necessary and then asked if I had any special requests for the session. I hesitantly asked him if he would do the massage naked. Of course, he said; I love working nude,

He smiles and begins to undress, revealing his toned body. His cock is thick and long, about 7 inches, with a beautiful, smooth head that glistens slightly in the dim light. It is cut, with a pronounced ridge that circles the head, making it even more sensitive. The shaft is thick and veiny, pulsating with his arousal.

His balls are impressive, hanging low beneath his shaft. A trimmed layer of blond hair covers them. The blond hair on his legs is even more pronounced now, leading up to his thick, sturdy thighs.

His smooth chest is accentuated by a blond happy trail that descends down his stomach, guiding the eye to his neatly trimmed bush and cock.

His cock is now becoming fully erect and as he moves closer, it fully hardens, growing thicker and longer with each step. The sight of his hairy legs up close is even more exciting, the fine blond hairs glistening in the soft light, highlighting the muscles in his legs. The sight of his hairy legs sends a thrill down my spine, a fetish of mine that I appreciate more with each step he takes.

The sight of Jason’s cock, combined with the sensation of his hairy legs and the light coating of blond hair on his ass was almost too much to bear. This moment transported me back decades, to my high school days.

Flashback:

Many years ago, when I was in high school and firmly ensconced in the closet, I had a classmate named Kyle. Kyle was the epitome of youthful beauty – tall, athletic, and with the most beautiful legs I had ever seen. His legs were a work of art – covered in a light dusting of blond hair, not overly thick but just right. Every time he walked past me in the hallway, I couldn’t help but admire the way the sunlight played off his legs, highlighting the soft, golden strands.

Kyle was popular, the kind of guy everyone liked. He had a smile that could light up a room and a laugh that was infectious. But for me, he was a source of intense, forbidden fantasies. I imagined him naked countless times, especially when I was alone, jerking off in secret. His thick, hairy legs were the focal point of these fantasies. I imagined them in every scenario–Kyle sprawled out on a bed, his legs spread wide, naked and revealing his cock. In my mind, it was thick and long, the perfect complement to his hairy legs. His balls were large and in perfect proportion to his magnificent cock.

Those fantasies fueled my masturbation sessions, pushing me to greater heights of pleasure. I would close my eyes and picture Kyle’s legs, imagining what it would be like to touch them, to feel the soft hair against my skin. The idea of him being naked in front of me was both thrilling and terrifying, a secret I kept locked away deep inside.

Years passed, and those fantasies faded into distant memories. But seeing Jason's legs and the way they mirrored my memories of Kyle brought all those feelings rushing back. The connection was undeniable – the same blond hair, the same powerful, muscular build. It was as if fate had brought me face-to-face with an older version of my teenage crush.

Back to the Present:

Jason's cock, now fully erect, was a magnificent sight - thick and long, with a pronounced ridge circling the head. The shaft was veiny and pulsating, and his balls were full and heavy, covered in trimmed blond hair. The sight of Jason's cock, combined with the sensation of his hairy legs brushing against my skin, was almost too much to bear.

Jason starts the massage at my shoulders, his strong hands kneading the tension away with firm, rhythmic strokes. I can feel the heat of his body as he leans over me, his breath warm on my skin. His touch is both firm and gentle, expertly navigating the contours of my muscles. As he works, I can't help but steal glances at his body, admiring the way his muscles flex with each movement. His cock brushes against my skin occasionally, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. He seems to enjoy the contact as much as I do, his breaths becoming slightly deeper and more ragged.

His hairy legs brush against mine as he moves, the sensation of the coarse hairs against my smooth skin sending waves of pleasure through my body. I can feel the tension melting away, replaced by a growing sense of arousal.

He moves to my legs, his hands sliding down my thighs, his touch lingering just a bit longer than necessary. He massages my calves, his thumbs pressing into the tight muscles, and then moves to my feet, his touch light and soothing.

His hands slide down to my glutes, kneading the firm muscles with a firm yet gentle touch. I can feel the tension in my body slowly leaving, making way for a growing sense of arousal. His fingers work methodically, digging into the tight muscles with just the right amount of pressure to release any lingering stress. Each stroke brings a sense of relaxation that envelops me entirely.

Once he's thoroughly massaged my glutes, Jason moves to the bottom of the table and gently adjusts my legs, spreading them further apart. This subtle movement reveals my rock-hard erection that is pointing downward. The anticipation builds within me, heightening my awareness of every sensation. His touch becomes more intimate as he moves lower, his fingers grazing over my ass, slowly circling my hole. The sensation is electric, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. I can feel my body responding, my muscles relaxing and opening up to his touch. He massages the area between my ass and cock, making sure to apply pressure to the area where the prostate is located.

He takes his time, his fingers tracing delicate patterns around my hole, teasing and tantalizing. I can feel my heart rate increasing, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I anticipate his next move. He leans down, his breath warm on my skin, and whispers, "Is this okay? Would you like a finger in your ass?”

I nod, my voice caught in my throat, unable to form words. He smiles, his fingers continuing their slow, deliberate circles. After a few more minutes of this exquisite torture, he presses a finger gently against my hole, applying just enough pressure to slide in slowly.

I gasp as he enters me, the sensation of fullness and pleasure overwhelming. He moves slowly, his finger sliding in and out, stretching me gently. He leans over me, his body pressing lightly against mine, his breath hot on my ear. "You feel so good," he whispers.

He finds his way to my prostate, his finger pressing gently against the sensitive spot. The sensation is intense, waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I can feel my cock hardening. He continues to massage my prostate, his finger moving in and out in a slow, rhythmic motion.

As he fingers my ass, I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. With my right hand I reach out and feel his perfect cock. It is thick and long, the smooth head glistening with pre-cum. He grinds against me gently, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensation of his hard cock in my hand, combined with the pleasure from his finger in my ass is almost too much to bear.

"You're so tight," he murmurs, his voice strained with effort. "So fucking sexy."

He pulls his finger out slowly, his cock sliding away from me. He presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder, his breath ragged.

"You're amazing," he whispers, his voice soft and tender. "Turn over onto your back for me."

I comply, rolling over slowly, my body still humming with pleasure. He stands by my side, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every inch of me. He leans down to kiss me, his tongue exploring my mouth. "Can I fuck you?" he asks, his voice hoarse with desire.

"Yes," I breathe, my body aching with anticipation. "But first, I want to suck your cock.”

Ok, but let’s move this my bedroom. I got off the table and we moved to Jason’s bedroom; a queen sized bed awaited us.

After we settle into the bed, Jason groans deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest as he moves to stand over me. He straddles my chest, his thick cock hovering over my face. I can see the pre-cum glistening at the tip, and I reach up to take him in my hand, guiding him into my mouth. He tastes salty and musky, his skin soft and smooth over the hard shaft beneath. The trimmed blond hair on his balls brushes against my chin, adding to the sensory experience.

I suck him eagerly, my head bobbing as I take him deeper into my throat. He groans above me, his hips moving in sync with my mouth, fucking my throat with slow, deliberate thrusts. I can feel his cock hitting the back of my throat, the sensation both pleasurable and slightly uncomfortable, but I love the feeling of being used by him.

He grabs the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he takes control, fucking my mouth with increasing intensity. I can hear his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he chases his release. But just as I feel him swelling in my mouth, he pulls out, his cock glistening with my saliva.

He moves down my body, his tongue trailing a path down my chest, my stomach, and finally, between my legs. I spread my legs and give him access to my ass, allowing his tongue to quickly circle my hole, rimming me with expert precision. The sensation is electric, waves of pleasure shooting through my body as he licks and sucks, his tongue probing deeper with each pass.

I moan beneath him, my cock hard and leaking pre-cum onto my stomach. He continues to rim me, his fingers digging into my flesh, holding me in place as he devours me. I can feel my orgasm building, the pleasure building in my belly, ready to explode.

But just as I'm on the brink, he pulls away. He knew just when to stop. Are you ready for me to fuck you, he asks? Yes, please. Do you want me to wear a condom? No. I’m on PREP. Jason smiles and assures me that he, too, is on PREP.

He reaches for the bottle of lube on the table, applying a generous amount to his cock, stroking it a few times to spread the lube evenly. His thick shaft glistens with the lube, the smooth head catching the light. He then applies lube to my hole, his fingers gently massaging it in, preparing me for what's to come. I can feel my body relaxing, opening up to him, ready for his entry.

I lift my legs and place them on his shoulders, exposing my hole completely. He groans at the sight, his eyes darkening with lust. He positions himself at my entrance, his cock pressing against my hole.

"Are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice a low growl. Yes, I want you to cum inside of me; I want to feel your warm cum.

And so it shall be, he said as he smiled.

He started with my legs up and on his shoulders, his strong arms supporting me as he began to thrust his thick cock into my eager hole. The sensation of being filled by his hard length was incredible, and I could feel every vein and ridge as he moved within me. After a few minutes, he rolled us onto our sides, his body spooning mine as he continued to fuck me. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against him, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

I turned my head and we shared a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together.

As he continued to fuck me, I asked him to jerk me off, wanting to feel the dual pleasure of his cock inside me and his hand on my throbbing erection. He obliged, reaching around to wrap his fingers around my hard cock, his skilled hand stroking me in time with his thrusts. The sensations were overwhelming, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

After a few more minutes, he told me he was going to cum. He pushed his cock as deep into me as possible, and I felt the warmth of his release as he filled me with his cum. The feeling of his climax pushed me over the edge, and I shot a huge load, my cum splattering onto the sheets beneath us.

As he came down from his high, Jason wiped up my cum with his fingers, then fed it to me. I could taste the salty sweetness of my own release as his cock slid out of my ass. I felt the warmth of his cum running out of me, mixing with our sweat and the remnants of our previous orgasms.

As we lay in bed together, our bodies still humming from our intense connection, Jason began to gently stroke my hair. Even though we had just experienced mind-blowing orgasms, his touch sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel the warmth of his body against mine. We began to kiss. I quickly learned that Jason loved having his tongue sucked and I was more than happy to do so. As we kissed, Jason's hand began to explore my body, so his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. My cock started getting hard and I was soon fully erected. I could feel Jason getting hard, his cock pressing against my leg as he grew harder. I reached down and began to stroke him, feeling his cock pulsate in my hand.

I asked Jason, "Do you want me to suck your cock?" A simple nod was all the confirmation I needed. Eagerly, I knelt before him, taking his cock into my mouth with unwavering enthusiasm. The salty, musky flavor was intoxicating, his smooth skin sliding against my lips as I engulfed the hard shaft beneath. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, growing increasingly firm with every stroke of my tongue.

As I sucked Jason, he reciprocated, shifting into a 69 position so we could enjoy each other simultaneously. We both slowed our pace, savoring the moment. Our hands explored each other's balls, gently sucking and teasing them before returning to the cocks, focusing on the heads. Our tongues circled the openings that promised the sweet release we both craved, mimicking each other's movements perfectly.

Jason paused briefly, looking up at me with desire-filled eyes. "Let’s cum together," he said. After a few more intense moments, we both climaxed, spurting thick, salty cum down each other's throats. The liquid was rich and sweet, and not a single drop was wasted. We lingered there for a few minutes, letting our softened cocks rest in our mouths. No words were exchanged; none were needed.

As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms, I knew that this was only the beginning of our journey together. We had shared something special, something that went beyond just a physical connection. We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms for a while and after a short nap we woke up. We decided to take a shower together, washing away the evidence of our passionate encounter.

In the shower, we took turns sucking each other, but agreed that two orgasms today were plenty. We were both sated and satisfied. We didn't need to cum again.

As we dry off, I bring up the elephant in the room—the significant age gap between us. I'm 52, and Jason is just 27. His response is quick and heartfelt: "Age is just a number," he says with conviction. I can sense the sincerity in his voice; his words feel genuine and deeply authentic. He explains that he has always been attracted to older men, both emotionally and physically, and that connecting with older men isn’t a new experience for him.

Jason takes me in his arms and hugs me, and in a low voice tells me that on paper the age gap might seem substantial, but in the context of what we experienced today, it feels like a mere detail. I take comfort in the fact that Jason sees past my age and truly recognizes me as a person. His sincerity soothes any lingering doubts, allowing me to wholeheartedly embrace this unique bond.

After dressing, I said goodbye to Jason, giving him a long, passionate kiss. As I left, I couldn't help but wonder if or whenI would see him again. Did this really just happen?

Imagine my surprise when less than 15 minutes after I left I got a text message from Jason: Hey, you….I want to see you again.. Not as a client seeking a massage, but as someone I want to get to know better. Needless to say, I also can’t wait to fuck that tight ass of yours.

When I got home, I responded. “Tonight was magical and had the feeling that we were brought together by a mysterious force. I’ve never let myself “go” with someone so quickly. What’s next? I don’t know, but I do know that I want to see you very soon. How’s Saturday?

Five minutes later: Saturday is GREAT. I have an early morning client, but will be done by 10:00 a.m. Come by around noon. And bring an overnight bag. I want you to spend the night.

Chapter 1: MuscleStud69​

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

I’m not an angry person. I’m more of a crier – the type of guy who will crack a joke mid-breakdown to lighten the mood a bit. But when I arrived at MuscleStud69’s place and the person greeting me was definitely not the person in the photos, I was pissed.

We all know what the apps are like: unsolicited dick pics from older men, people who agree to meet up but conveniently disappear the day you made plans, and the classic “straight” man who insists on discrete hookups in sketchy places. I thought I’d seen everything. But an obvious catfish thinking I’d ignore my own eyesight when I met him was new to me.

MuscleStud69’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Excuse me?”

I pulled out my phone, showing him the profile. The person in the photos was stunning: six pack abs, sculpted pecs peppered with short dark hair, a v-line to die for, and a wicked, mischievous smile. “This you?”

There was a flicker of disappointment – guilt? – in his eyes before he answered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t.” I hit the button to start a video call. It was immediately followed by a vibration in his pocket.

“Look, I’m sorry. They’re old photos – I used to look like that, I swear!”

I raised an eyebrow. The person in front of me might have looked like that in another lifetime. There was some facial resemblance. But now? He was an elderly man – at least in his fifties – with grey hair receded past his ears and a thin frame with no evidence of muscle tone, past or present. “Ahhh,” I drew out the sound, feigning my understanding. “So how old were you when your eyes turned blue? Forty? Fifty?”

His hazel eyes darkened. I probably should have bit my tongue. “Get off my property,” he spat.

I wasn’t done. “What did you think would happen when I got here? That I’d sleep with you because I was attracted to what you looked like years ago? Or maybe you thought since I drove all the way out here, I’d settle for something else? Did you think you could talk your way out of it?” The words exploded from my mouth like bullets.

His face twisted and reddened. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t be so fucking shallow. Now, get off my property or I’ll call the police!”

“Fuck. You. Go ahead and call them. You know impersonation is illegal, right?”

“What do you want then? If you don’t want to hookup, leave.”

“I just want to know why!” Tears welled up in my eyes – I did say I’m a crier. “I came here as I am. Maybe I leaned into the flirting more than I would have in person. But I would never do this to someone! So, why? What about me says that I would have just gone along with all of this? Do I seem that desperate?”

It was probably unreasonable to expect empathy from someone who had just lied about his identity. “Leave now, or I call the police. Please.”

“Whatever. Tell your wife I said hi.”

His eyes widened. “How did you – “

“Educated guess, asshole.” I turned around, ready to storm back to my car.

“Look, I’m sorry! I should have been honest.”

I don’t know why I stopped. I turned around, barely in control of my body. I was idly aware of the tears spilling down my cheeks. “Obviously! Has this ever worked? Even once?”

He sighed. “No. You’re the first person I’ve ever asked here.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true! You can go through my chats if you want – “

“It’s probably a new account! Why would I believe a single word you say to me now?”

“Because I showed up to the door as I am. I like you. I just wanted to talk to you. I knew you wouldn’t respond if you saw what I looked like.”

“Because you’re like thirty years older than me! Of course I don’t want to talk to you! Do you realize you sound like a fucking pedophile right now? Holy shit!”

“You don’t know anything about me!”

“That’s the point! You lied about yourself to get my attention! You’re married!”

“Please just… just come in and have a tea. You drove all this way – can we just talk?”

“You just told me to leave your property.”

“Please… Just a conversation. You can sit in your car with the window mostly up if you’d feel safer. I just… I don’t have anyone to talk to about this all.”

I don’t know why I agreed to it. In my mind, I knew he was covering his bases – desperately trying to ensure that I wouldn’t out him to his wife. In my heart, I could feel the loneliness in his voice. This man had lived his life as someone he wasn’t. He was surrounded by reminders of what he would lose if he was honest about who he was. I sat in the driver seat of my car, rolled down the window just enough to hear him. He pulled a rusted patio chair from his deck and sat on the driveway, just a few feet from the window.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“I can’t – “

“You can, or I drive home and send the screenshots of our conversations to your wife. You said you came to the door as you are. You don’t get to back out now.”

He paused, trying to decide whether I was bluffing. I wasn’t. I didn’t do hookups with people at my place to avoid awkward conversations with roommates. Instead, I settled on leaving sticky notes on my desk with the address I was visiting and sending any digital evidence of my conversations to myself in case I disappeared. It didn’t really protect me, but I hoped it might help someone find me if I ever went missing.

“Dave.” He pulled a leather wallet from his worn-out jeans and showed me an ID to verify, thumb conveniently obscuring the last name. I realized the 69 on his username was his birth year. “What’s yours?”

“I don’t have to tell you that.”

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

“It really is, though. How long have you been married?”

“It’ll be 30 years this summer.” He sounded proud.

“Do you love her?” I was repulsed.

“Of course I do!”

“Does she know you like men?”

Silence.

“That’s what I thought. So, when did you know?”

“Know what?”

“What do you think? That you like dick.”

“You make it sound so… vulgar. I don’t know if I do.”

“That’s bullshit. Do you watch porn?”

“Everyone watches porn.”

“And when you watch porn, do you watch the man or the woman?”

Silence again. There was so much guilt and shame on his face.

I softened my tone, “Before I came out, I used to tell myself I was staring at the men in porn because I wanted to be like the models. The best lies are the ones we tell ourselves.”

“I do love my wife. We have a son. I knew I was… different… when I was a teenager. All my buddies would talk about going to the drive-in and hooking up with their girlfriends in the back of their cars. My wife – girlfriend then – and I just liked to watch the movie. I just thought it would take me a bit longer to get there.

“Sex was just uncomfortable, but I focused on her and learned what felt good. I love her so much – I really do. She’s my high school sweetheart. We raised a son together, for crying out loud. And I know she loves me more than anyone in the world. I’ve been her rock for thirty years. We laugh, drink, and dance together. I’ve cried in her arms, and she’s cried in mine. I don’t want to lose that.”

“Don’t you think she deserves to know the truth?”

“Of course she does. I just hoped it wouldn’t matter. We make each other happy. Love is more than sex. Do you know how many of our married friends sleep in separate bedrooms because they can’t stand each other? We sleep inside each other’s arms, even now.”

“If you love her so much, then why did you ask me to come here?”

“I just… I wanted to know what it’s all supposed to feel like.”

“And you thought catfishing me would make that happen?”

“The best lies are the ones we tell ourselves, right? I told myself I wanted this to happen – I think maybe I was giving myself an out. I don’t want to destroy this beautiful life I’ve built for myself. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you to come here.”

“So why didn’t you message someone closer to your age? Don’t you think they’d be more understanding?”

“Maybe they would. A lot of gay men my age died during the AIDS epidemic. The ones who didn’t were either lucky or learned to ignore their feelings better than I did. You’re young – the world’s not what it used to be. I’m not saying you have it easy, but you can’t know what that fear was like without living through it. My generation’s view on sex comes from misinformation and fear. Most people my age haven’t dealt with it.”

“That… honestly explains a lot.” I met his eyes and saw that his were glistening now. “Look, I still think your wife deserves to know how you feel. I believe you that you love her. If I was someone else, your marriage would be over.”

“You won’t tell her?”

“There’s nothing to tell. I showed up at the wrong house and you asked me to leave.” I twisted the key in my car’s ignition. “And you’re still an asshole, by the way.”

He grinned and I saw a glimmer of the person in the photos. I drove home, leaving my anger behind in his driveway.

The writer whose name is mentioned in the name of this post wrote some great stories but he hasn't published anything in Literotica since 2023. I love gay sph and size difference & comparison stories. Does anyone know any stories by other writers that are like his stories?

A couple of months ago, I grabbed drinks with my buddy Nate, something we’ve done every few weeks for years. I’m gay, and Nate’s always been the straight one—my only straight friend, really. At 50, he’s single, never married, and has this rugged charm: salt-and-pepper hair, a solid build from years of hiking, and a quiet intensity. We’ve been tight since our late 20s, and I came out to him early on. He took it in stride, and over time, he’s been nothing but supportive—joining me at pride events, meeting my partners, the works.

That night at the bar, after a few beers, the talk turned personal. Nate’s been on his own for a while, dodging dating apps and shrugging off any nudge toward romance. I’d always wondered if there was more to it—if maybe he’d built a wall around something he didn’t want to face. So, I took a shot.

“Ever think there’s a side of you you’re not letting out?” I asked, keeping it light. “You’re 50, man—single, no baggage. What’s holding you back?”

He smirked, sipping his beer. “What, you think I’m secretly pining for someone? I’m good, Ethan. Solo life suits me.”

“I’m not saying you’re pining,” I pressed. “But you’ve never seemed all that into the women you’ve dated. Ever wonder if it’s not women you’re after?”

He froze, then laughed it off. “You’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m not gay, Ethan. I’d know by now.”

“Maybe,” I said, leaning in. “Or maybe you’ve just never let yourself feel it. You’re curious—I’ve seen it. The way you talk about guys sometimes, how you notice stuff. You don’t have to be loud about it to wonder.”

Nate shifted, uneasy. “I don’t know what you’re getting at. I’m not hiding anything.”

“Alright, hear me out,” I said. “I’ve got a friend, Jason. He’s 35, gay, and does these amazing massages—erotic ones. He’s got a knack for helping guys like you—straight, curious, whatever—relax and figure shit out. No pressure, just a safe space to feel good and see what clicks. You’ve got nothing to lose.”

“Massages?” Nate raised an eyebrow. “What, he’s gonna rub me into being gay?”

I grinned. “Nah, he’s not a wizard. But he’s chill, hot as hell, and he lets clients explore—touch him, whatever feels right. Worst case, you get a killer massage and walk away. Best case, you learn something about yourself. You’ve been stuck in neutral too long, man. Give it a shot.”

Nate stared at his beer, then at me. “I don’t even know how that’d work. What if I hate it? What if he’s not my type?”

“Jason’s a pro,” I said. “He’ll explain everything upfront, and you can bail anytime. As for your type—tall, lean, dark hair, killer smile—he’s easy on the eyes. I’ve got a pic.” I pulled out my phone and showed him: Jason in a tank top, all lean muscle and quiet confidence. Nate glanced, then looked away quick, but I caught the flicker in his eyes.

“Think about it,” I said. “I’ll set it up if you’re in. Next Saturday work? You’ve got no plans, right?”

He hesitated, then muttered, “Fine. One-time thing. Don’t make it weird.”

I called Jason that week and booked it—Saturday afternoon at his place. “He’s nervous,” I told Jason. “Fifty, straight his whole life, but I think he’s been hiding from himself. Go easy, but don’t hold back—he needs the push.”

Saturday rolled around fast. Nate texted me that morning: Still think this is nuts, but I’m going. I told him to relax and enjoy it. He’d been hiking all week, so his body was probably aching anyway—perfect excuse for a massage.

Jason lived in a sleek loft downtown. Nate showed up in jeans and a faded tee, knocked, and Jason answered with that disarming grin of his. At 35, he’s got this youthful energy—tall, wiry, with a smooth chest and dark eyes that put you at ease. He wore a loose gray robe and welcomed Nate in like an old friend.

“Shoes off by the door,” Jason said, leading him to a back room. It was cozy: a massage table center-stage, dim lights, soft jazz playing, oils and candles scattered around. Nate sat on a chair, hands in his lap, while Jason broke the ice.

“First time’s always weird,” Jason said, sitting across from him. “We’ll go slow. Tell me what you’re here for—Ethan said you’re curious, maybe unsure. That right?”

Nate shrugged, voice low. “I don’t know. He thinks I’ve got some hidden gay side. I’m not sold, but I’m here. Figured I’d see what the fuss is about.”

“Fair enough,” Jason said. “No labels, no rush. Here’s how it works: you strip down, lie on the table face-down, towel’s optional. I’m usually naked too—cool with that?—and I’ll start with your legs, work up to your back. Then you flip, and it gets more sensual if you’re up for it. You might get hard; I might too. It’s normal—don’t sweat it. Touch me if you want, stop me if you don’t. Sound doable?”

Nate nodded, slow. “Yeah. Simple enough.”

“Great. I’ll step out—get comfy.”

Jason left, and Nate undressed, folding his clothes on the couch. He’d never been big on massages, but his stiff muscles were screaming after the week’s hikes. He climbed onto the table, face-down, towel over his ass, feeling exposed but oddly curious.

Jason returned, and Nate felt warm oil hit his calves as Jason’s hands got to work. The guy was good—firm strokes melting the tension, then lighter ones that sent a shiver up his spine. When Jason reached his thighs, Nate felt skin brush his feet—Jason’s cock, soft and casual. More oil, deeper rubs, and Nate’s toes grazed Jason’s balls as he leaned in. It was strange, but the massage was so damn good he didn’t care.

“Spread your legs a bit?” Jason asked. Nate grunted, “Sure,” and Jason nudged them wider, kneading his thighs. “Towel okay to go?” Jason said. Nate paused, then mumbled, “Yeah.” It was off in a second, and Jason’s hands hit his ass—weirdly intimate, but fuck, it felt amazing. Fingers brushed his balls, and Nate’s dick stirred, pinned beneath him.

Jason moved to his back, strong hands working up his spine, cock nudging Nate’s arm as he stretched. Nate let it happen, sinking into the rhythm. Then Jason shifted to his head, massaging his scalp, and Nate peeked through the face hole—Jason’s lean thighs, trimmed pubes, thick cock dangling. It was… interesting.

“Time to flip,” Jason said. Nate rolled over, towel long gone, dick resting heavy on his thigh. Jason oiled his legs again, stroking slow, and Nate’s cock twitched, thickening. Jason’s hands grazed his balls, then his shaft, and Nate hardened more, a slick spot forming on his belly.

“Still good?” Jason checked. Nate just nodded, breathing harder as Jason teased his cock, brushing it deliberately now. Then up to his chest—Nate’s nipples tightened under Jason’s fingers, a jolt of heat hitting him. His hand drifted to Jason’s side, then his pecs, firm and smooth. “Feels nice,” Jason said. “You?”

“Real good,” Nate rasped, stunned by how much he meant it.

Jason’s cock—half-hard—slid against Nate’s ribs as he worked, and Nate’s hands roamed higher, thumbs circling Jason’s nipples. Jason moaned softly, and Nate’s dick throbbed, aching. From above, Jason teased his chest and belly, fingers wrapping around Nate’s cock, stroking slow. Nate gripped Jason’s hips, then his pecs, lost in it.

“Usually ends here,” Jason said, pausing. “But I’m good to keep going. Ethan said you’re exploring—want to push further?”

Nate’s pulse raced. He was rock-hard, turned on in a way he couldn’t dodge. “Yeah,” he said. “I wanna feel more of you—chest, maybe lower.”

“Perfect,” Jason said, climbing onto the table, straddling Nate’s waist lightly. His hands hit Nate’s chest again, and Nate’s landed on Jason’s—lean, warm, nipples stiffening under his touch. Jason oiled Nate’s palms, and he rubbed slow, Jason’s cock brushing his belly, hardening.

Nate slid his hands down Jason’s stomach—flat, tight—then grazed the base of his cock. It swelled, thick and cut, and Jason groaned, stroking Nate’s dick in return. Nate stared, that old curiosity roaring. Jason caught it, propped a cushion under Nate’s head, and shifted—his cock hovered inches from Nate’s mouth.

Nate’s lips parted, and Jason eased forward, letting Nate’s tongue flick the shaft. He licked—salty, alive—then Jason’s balls, heavy and smooth. Hands back on Jason’s chest, Nate teased his nipples as Jason moaned louder. The tip nudged Nate’s lips, and he opened, taking it in—big, stretching him, but he sucked, tonguing the underside.

“Holy shit,” Jason gasped, thrusting gently, eyes shut. Nate was gone—hornier than he’d ever been, feeding off Jason’s heat. The pace picked up, and Nate knew what was coming. He wanted it—wanted to know.

“I’m close,” Jason panted, pulling back. “Too much?”

“No,” Nate growled, raw. “Give it to me.” Jason slid back in, and Nate sucked harder, hands pinching Jason’s nipples. Jason braced above him, thrusts sharp, then froze—hot cum flooded Nate’s mouth, sharp and strange. He swallowed, reeling, and fuck, it felt right.

Jason eased off, catching his breath. “You okay?”

Nate nodded, dazed. “Yeah. More than okay.” For the first time, he didn’t push the feeling away—he let it settle, and it fit.

End part 1.

As they wandered through the city’s underground art scene, Emily and Ryan stumbled upon a small, unassuming door hidden behind a waterfall of graffiti. The door was marked with a small, discreet sign that read “Eclipse” in bold, black letters. Out of curiosity, they pushed the door open and found themselves in a dimly lit stairway that descended deep into the earth.

At the bottom of the stairs, they entered a world that was unlike anything they had ever seen. The room was filled with people dressed in elaborate latex and rubber costumes, their bodies molded and shaped in ways that seemed impossible. The air was thick with the smell of rubber and the sound of soft, pulsing music.

Emily and Ryan were immediately drawn to the center of the room, where a figure stood on a raised platform, dressed in a full-body latex suit that seemed to shimmer and glow in the dim light. The figure, a woman with piercing green eyes, began to speak, her voice low and husky, as she welcomed the couple to the world of Eclipse.

As they explored the room, Emily and Ryan found themselves surrounded by people who were passionate about latex and rubber. They saw couples engaged in sensual role-playing, their bodies wrapped in intricate, rubber costumes that seemed to enhance their every movement. They saw individuals posing in elaborate, latex outfits, their bodies molded and shaped in ways that seemed to defy gravity.

The couple was approached by a man dressed in a full-body rubber suit, his face hidden behind a mask of black latex. He introduced himself as Marcus, and began to explain the world of Eclipse to them. He told them about the different types of latex and rubber, and the various ways that they could be used to enhance sensual experiences. He showed them the different types of costumes and outfits that were available, and introduced them to the various members of the community.

As the night wore on, Emily and Ryan found themselves becoming more and more entwined in the world of Eclipse. They began to explore the different aspects of latex and rubber, and discovered that they had a deep, sensual connection to the materials. They started to experiment with different costumes and outfits, and found that they were able to express themselves in ways that they never thought possible.

Marcus, sensing their interest, approached them with a proposal. He offered to take them on a journey through the world of Eclipse, to show them the deepest, most sensual aspects of the community. He warned them that it would be a journey that would challenge their boundaries and push them to their limits, but promised that it would be an experience that they would never forget.

Emily and Ryan, feeling a sense of excitement and trepidation, agreed to follow Marcus on his journey. They knew that it would be a journey that would change them forever, but they were ready to take the leap and explore the deepest, most sensual aspects of their own desires.

As they delved deeper into the world of Eclipse, Emily and Ryan found themselves entwined in a web of sensual exploration and role-playing. They discovered new aspects of themselves, and learned to express their desires in ways that they never thought possible. They formed deep, sensual connections with the members of the community, and found that they were able to experience pleasure and pain in ways that they never thought possible.

In the end, Emily and Ryan emerged from the world of Eclipse as changed people. They had discovered a new aspect of themselves, and had learned to express their desires in ways that they never thought possible. They had formed deep, sensual connections with the members of the community, and had experienced pleasure and pain in ways that they never thought possible. They knew that they would never forget their journey through the world of Eclipse, and that it would be an experience that would stay with them for the rest of their lives.

A couple of years ago, I had a student named Alex. VERY handsome, slender, dark (italian), early dark beard for a kid, black eyes, some shiney chest hair coming over the top of his t -shirt. Incredibly beautiful sleek hairy arms. Brilliantly smart, hyperactive, fasttalking. Eyes constantly darting.

We were friends - a drink once in a while. We talked about girls and boys he was into, little affairs he had with both, a little about sex, some sweet questions. He dresses well, always tight clothes, never a hint of a bulge in the tight white jeans he likes to wear. I like him. I like looking at him. He's always avoiding something.

Then he was acting in a show at school - and he's good. Beautiful. In the last scene the lights come up and he is standing center stage in the light, posed like Jesus, arms out, and completely naked. And his dick was enormous. I mean, this unbearably fat dark thing hanging straight down, just thick and weighty and huge. Black hair above it, thin muscled body, huge dark nipples, hairy chest. He's 19. And I couldn't breathe.

I congratulate him on his performance, tell him laughingly what a nice penis it is. And he knows.

Soon after, he was suspended from school for maybe selling drugs. A slippery character. And I'm obsessed by him, his shiney eyes, his fast lying mind, his huge cock, as thick as his forearm.

We write back and forth, as he goes home to Boston for this year. He's working in a restaurant, but writing late at night, he tells me. I look on the internet for his blog, and find it, under another name I knew he'd used. And it's all about masturbation. He fully describes his fantasies - and they are twisted and fantastic - fantasies of showing off that huge thing, of being looked at, of fucking high school girls, of fucking their brothers, hurting them, loving them. He fully describes his big dark dick, it's size and shape. He describes his wiry muscley hairy body. He talks about the hair, when it happened, when it grew. He talks about watching his dick get bigger and bigger as he grew up, how he measured it, pulled on it, looked at it, showed it. When he began to realize how big it was, how valuable. How he photographs it. About where he goes to show it off. About the older woman he wants to put it into, who wants it from him so bad. About the boy he works with who is big, but not nearly as big as he is.

I write to him, trying to get him to talk to me more, not letting him know I've read his stuff. I tell him not to hold back his sexual thoughts, if he wants to share them. That I know what it is to have a big big dick, what the sensation is, the obligation, the need. That he can trust me.

And then last month he came up to visit. He got here late at night. He was handsomer, and broader. His chest has begun to fill out, it has shape. I see his thick niples through the white tee shirt. It's v neck and I see the black hair filling the open space. His arms are thick and hairy and tanned. He's wearing the same white jeans he likes, but this time, amazingly, there is a massive bulge down one leg, the jeans stretching and hugging it. We hug and I feel the cock against mine, these two fleshy masses pushing against each other down our legs. We push against each other and hold each other. And then he shifts a little to push against my cock from the side. We feel each other beginning to getting hard.

He came in, we had a drink, looking each other in the eye, knowing why we were here, but not looking down. We talk about school, about people. He pulls out some weed, we get high. I ask about his writing. I tell him I've found it, read it. He smiles. He slowly gets up and wanders over to my mirror and stands, he looks himself over, and he knows I see his reflection. He puts his hand, finally, on that cock, just rests it there. We're high and it is an amazing moment. I watch, I don't move. He telling me with that hand that he knows I'm obsessed with it, that it's why he's here. But he's not talking yet. His hand moves down his leg, feeling all of its length, touching the tip. He has to bend his back, it's so far down his leg. He knows that move will mean a lot to me. I do that move.

I don't touch myself. He starts to talk. He starts to talk to me about his cock, the one we're both worshipping. He's still facing himself in the mirror, but his eyes dart to my reflection, knowing I'm staring at his. He begins to softly rub it, to squeeze it. It moves, it grows. He tells me he loves it. He tells me all he's wanted since our first class together was to show his cock to me. That he'd always seen mine, from the first day, in my pants, moving during class. That he knew I was big. That he had to show me his more than anything. That he knew what he had, had known since he was fourteen, knew what I had, knew how much we needed to talk about it, to show them, to lay them out, to compare them. And that he had to be bigger than me. That it's all he thought of, was my cock next to his, in our hands, in the mirror. Laying side to side. And that he had to be bigger.

I start to feel mine for him, stand up, walked to the mirror, show it in my gray sweats. It hangs way down my leg. He is riveted. But I'm terrified that he's gonna be bigger. And also thrilled. It's really what I want - a kid to be bigger and fatter than me, to know it. To show me, so I can worship that huge huge thing. Finally, I get on my knees. I look still into the mirror and it is massive, throbbing in his jeans, so tight now I can see the thing clearly. He turns. I put my face on it, softly, my cheek. It's heat is incredible. He starts again to talk to me. He tells me the things people have said about it, where and when he's shown it. He tells me it is huge. And that he loves it. I unzip his jeans. Of course there is no underwear, I see the mass of black hair beneath the zipper. Then I see the top of his cock, thick and buried in hair. I so slowly pull the pants down, seeing a flash of hairy leg, but glued on that hose, that flesh that hangs down, going on and on. He is talking, telling me to love it, wanting me to love it, needing my approval. I am awed beyond belief, this thing I've waited to see, been obsessed by. The thing he's wanted to show me. I pull so slowly, it throbs and pulls, wanting to be free. It keeps going, as fat as his wrist, veiny, fleshy. I pull so far, and there is more of it. A trail of wet streaks on the jeans as I pull past the dripping head. Finally I pull and it bobs free. It is unbelievably big - bigger than any cock I have ever seen. Much much bigger than mine.

I sit back and look at it, for the longest time. He doesn't touch it, doesn't move, doesn't speak. It swings a bit, bobs a bit as it gets even harder. It cannot possibly rise up, it is too heavy. It hangs like his arms at his sides do, dead weight about to move and be alive. And then slowly I look up his sleek and tan body and into his huge eyes. He knows. He's won. I say it. "I worship you". And then he starts to cry. He has won. And he is so proud, so grateful that I understand it all, the huge cock, the feeling of being worshipped, the love. The envy. The pride. I reach out to hold the thing, to lift its incredible weight, to raise it. I hold it in my two hands, I look at it, then look into the mirror. He is watching my face, tears running down his dark cheeks, and I pull gently on the flesh, I squeeze it, just for a moment, and then he suddenly sobs and he moans and he comes. He comes instantly and massively all over my face, crying, moaning. Loving. The first time someone has understood. My face is covered in cum as he falls to his knees, cock dripping and trailing on the floor, and I hold him, and I kiss him. And he collapses into my arms, the cock before us as I rock him to sleep.

Paul spent the afternoon watching football at the local grounds. He liked the game well enough, but what really kept his attention were the muscular young men sprinting around the oval in their tight shorts. Every now and then, one would catch his eye—lean, sweaty, thighs like tree trunks—and Paul would feel that familiar throb of arousal stir below his waistband.

After the match, he ducked into the restroom and noticed something scrawled on the wall that hadn’t been there before. Need BJ. Call 0412 356 789.

His breath hitched. Restroom graffiti had always turned him on, but this? This was something else. His cock swelled instantly, rock hard in his jeans. He looked down at his thick, throbbing member winking up at him, gave it a slow, teasing stroke, imagining the daddy who’d left that message, desperate for a mouth on him.

He saved the number in his phone; his fingers slick with sweat. Adrenaline surged through his body, making his hand tremble so much the phone nearly slipped from his grip. Still, he managed to type out a message: I need a blowjob.

On impulse, he unzipped his jeans, pulled out his aching cock, and snapped a quick photo—thick, flushed, and dripping at the tip. He attached it to the message, hit Send, and stared at the screen for a moment, heart pounding.

As he stepped out of the restroom, he whispered a silent prayer under his breath: Please let him reply.

The reply came almost instantly. Paul’s throat burned, his chest heaved, and the adrenaline-fuelled tremors returned with force. The message read: Need to be discreet. Have a girlfriend.

A moment later, another image arrived—a selfie. Paul’s breath caught. The guy looked to be in his mid-twenties, still in his football uniform, dark hair damp with sweat, a cocky half-smile on his lips. He was exactly the kind of man Paul had been fantasising about all afternoon.

I can be discreet, Paul replied, fingers still shaking.

Within seconds, the next message came through—an address.

As Paul stepped inside, he was immediately struck by the scent of sandalwood and raw armpit musk—it hit him like a wave, masculine and intoxicating.

The young man stood in the hallway, shifting slightly on his feet. “I’m Theo,” he said, his voice low and a little uncertain.

He looked nervous, but his eyes betrayed something else—hunger. He sat on the couch, legs spread just slightly, and the energy in the room shifted. Thick with anticipation. Theo stared at Paul with open sexual longing, and after a brief moment of silence, he gestured for him to come closer.

Paul didn’t hesitate. He moved toward him, already aching to touch and be touched.

Theo placed a hand over Paul’s bulge, slowly caressing it through the fabric. He leaned in, pressing his face to the crotch, inhaling deeply. His eyes fluttered closed like he was high on the scent.

Without a word, he tugged down Paul’s shorts, revealing a damp patch in his underwear where precum had pooled. Theo ran a finger through the sticky spot, brought it to his lips, and sucked it clean—eyes locked on Paul the whole time.

Then, as Paul stepped out of his underwear, Theo snatched them up and inspected the soaked fabric. His tongue darted out, licking the patch greedily, slurping up every drop he could. He inhaled the scent deeply, like it grounded him.

When he looked up again, that same cocky expression from the photo spread across his face—hungry, confident, and ready for more.

Before long, Paul was sitting naked, legs spread wide, while Theo—also stripped bare—knelt between his thighs. He didn’t wait another second. Theo leaned in and took Paul’s cock into his mouth, groaning softly at the first taste.

The sheer size of it made him pause for a moment, precum salty on his tongue. Then he began moving—slow at first, lips gliding up and down the thick shaft, struggling not to gag as Paul’s cock hit the back of his throat. One hand gripped the base while the other gently cupped and caressed Paul’s balls, rolling them slowly in his palm.

“Mmm, yeah… squeeze those balls,” Paul muttered, voice barely more than a whisper.

His eyes fluttered shut as a soft moan escaped his lips—a sound that came out more like a whimper. He placed his hands on Theo’s head, running his fingers through his hair with surprising tenderness, encouraging him, guiding him.

Theo stroked his own cock while he sucked Paul’s, desperate to feed off the moment, to lose himself in it. He kept edging closer to orgasm, dangerously close—but he knew if he came now, it would ruin his rhythm, kill the high he was riding. So, he held back, gritting his teeth, focusing instead on Paul’s growing urgency.

He could feel it—Paul was close. If it weren’t for the fact that Theo’s girlfriend would be home soon, and that he was so fucking hungry for a hot load, he might’ve slowed down, drawn it out. But not tonight.

Instead, he kept the pace steady and deep, bracing himself for that divine moment.

“Ah—yeah, I’m getting close,” Paul moaned, voice loud and raw, eyes squeezed shut, his hand still guiding Theo with gentle, possessive pressure.

Theo just grunted in response, mouth full, eyes blazing.

Paul erupted like a volcano. He let out a series of loud, guttural grunts, his whole body jerking with each pulse. His hand stayed locked on the back of Theo’s head, holding him in place, making sure every thick, hot spurt of cum shot straight into his mouth.

Theo moaned softly as he felt the semen hit the back of his throat—spurt after spurt, salty and warm. His own cock throbbed between his thighs, red and slick from how hard he’d been edging. His abs tensed as he fought the urge to cum himself, his balls heavy and aching from restraint.

He didn’t move until Paul finally slumped back, spent and satisfied, chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths. Only then did Theo lift his head. His lips glistened, his cheeks flushed, and his toned chest rose with a shallow breath.

He looked up at Paul, eyes smouldering. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he swished the cum in his mouth, showing Paul he still held it—and swallowed it in one long gulp, never breaking eye contact.

“I’m hoping we can make this a regular thing,” Theo said, casually pulling his shorts back on as he walked Paul to the door. “I wanna start some kind of… dependency.”

There was a glint in his eye—playful, but with an edge of seriousness that made Paul’s stomach flutter.

Paul nodded, maybe a little too eagerly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

Theo smirked, his bare chest still glistening with sweat. “Good. I like knowing you’ll be aching for it.”

hey all, i remember reading a story about a college swimmer jock and his coach here, it was a younger older story and the user only posted a few parts here and the rest is on their page. i can’t seem to find the user, can anyone help?

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   It was a beautiful Saturday and the wife and I were just finishing up the lunch dishes, I hung up the dishtowel and stood behind my wife at the sink reaching around her and playing with her ample boobs through her thin summer shirt. She was staring intently out of the kitchen window.
   I looked over her shoulder to see what held her attention and saw the neighbours sitting out on their deck enjoying the sun and a beer. Phil and Olly are 2 college students that rent the house next door and they both were only wearing loose shorts and laying back in their recliners. I had to admit they looked pretty fit, tanned and young.
   
   As I rubbed her nipples she let out a soft moan and mumbled something about being 20 years younger. I said "are you kidding , those guys would cum in their pants if you were to go out in the back yard topless".
   "Ya right" she answered," they wouldn't look at me twice with my greying hair and old lady parts."
   
   You're only 57 I replied and you have a body that most girls half your age would kill for. Besides , I've seen the boys next door watching you doing your gardening and trying to move to where they could see your tits as you bent over. She turned to face me and said "you're shitting me". I groped her lovely ass as I said " no word of a lie and I'm pretty sure they were both adjusting their cocks in their pants as they were looking".
   
   Hmmm she said and then crooked her finger at me to follow her upstairs, I followed like a puppy, watching her ass moving in her silky shorts all the way up.
   
   When we got to our room she walked over to the bed and said " strip mr. remember it's your turn to get tied to the bed". Alrighty I said as I stripped down thinking this could be fun. I remembered the last time when I tied her to the bed and my friends Moe and Mike and I fucked her all afternoon.
   
   As she secured the velcro straps to my wrists and ankles my mind was racing wondering what she had in mind. After I was secured tightly in a spread eagle position she moved up and put 2 pillows under my head so that I was almost upright...."So you can see what's going on " she murmured . She took my flacid cock in her hand and slowly stroked it as it came to life, moving down the bed she sucked it into her talented mouth and ran her tongue around the head a couple of times before almost sucking it down to my balls. My hips jerked at the fantastic feelings this invoked.
   
   All of a sudden she jumped up and said she would be right back and scooted out the door. Here I was with my wet cock pointing at the ceiling wondering WTF. I heard the door close downstairs and my imagination went into overdrive . Was she going to get her girlfriend down the street and give me a real going over like I had done to her? That thought made me smile and my cock bounce a little.
   
   After what seemed like an hour but was probably only 5 minutes, I heard the door open and multiple footsteps on the stairs. My mouth dropped open when my wife walked in followed by Phil and Olly and another young guy that I didn't recognize. Sue walked over to the side of the bed and said "I asked the boys to give me a hand". No one spoke and the boys looked uncomfortable as hell looking at me tied to the bed with my rapidly shrinking cock. Sue said "Oh this is Sam, Phil's friend from out of town" I nodded and Sam, looking at anything but me said gruffly "How are ya?"
   
   Sue realizing what an awkward scene this was , pulled her top off and all three boys eyes went directly to her lovely tits. Hubby is here to make sure you guys fuck me properly, she said as she walked over and started to rub the front of Phil and Sam's shorts. All three guys breathed a sigh of relief as they all started to fondle the various body parts of my wife. Her shorts were soon on the floor as I saw 2 hands on her tits,2 on her ass and a hand rubbing her pussy.
   
   "I knew that your body was awesome" Phil said as he stuck his finger in my wifes cunt. All three pairs of shorts followed Sue's to the floor and and three rock hard cock were released.
   Sue sank to her knees and started going back and forth sucking one and the next while jerking the other two at the same time. Watching this, my pole was again pointing at the ceiling. She released those cocks and pulled a small round table from the corner over beside the bed and lay on it on her belly.
   
   The boys knew exactly what to do, Phil moved behind her and rubbed his cockhead up and down her pussy lips , he didn't waste any time after his cock was coated with her juices he jammed it in to the balls. She grunted with suprise just as Olly presented his cock to her to suck. Before she put it in her mouth she said
   " I have one rule guys... no one is allowed to cum in me, when you are ready to cum it will be in my husbands mouth. He's going to be my cum dump today."
   
   The boys looked at each other and then at me and all shrugged at the same time and went back to working on my wife.
   
   Me however ... my mind was racing...Holy Fuck I didn't see that coming. In all our exploits I've only had a man cum in my mouth once. I'm not sure about this but I'm not in a position to back out, not that she would set me free since I didn't last time when she told me to.
   
   Alright, lets play this out I thought. Only then did I really take a good look at the boys equipment and was relieved to see that all of them were sporting average tools. The biggest was being sucked by my wife and belonged to Olly. It looked to be about 7 or 8 inches and Sue seemed to handle it easily, but she always did.
   
   I was about to find out if I was up to this as I saw Phil stiffen as his frenzied fucking of my wife brought him to the edge.Phil pulled out and came over to the bed and straddled my head, I saw Sam taking his place in Sue's pussy just as Phil pushed his cock past my lips and resumed his pace fucking my face . It only took him about a minute and I was gulping down what seemed like an unending stream of jism.
   
   My wife must have given Olly one of her masterful blowjobs because as soon as Phil pulled his dick from my lips it was replaced by Ollies and he came even quicker than Phil. Almost as soon as the head of his cock was
   in my mouth it began spurting rope after rope of warm cum which I tried my best to swallow but there was just to much at one time and some squirted out around his cock and my lips and ran down my chin.
   
   Meanwhile Phil had moved around and stuck his already semi hard cock in my wifes mouth. As she worked it it came back to rock hardness in no time. I thought "Ah to be young again... I remember being that age when my dick never went down." Sam looked like he was getting ready to spurt and pulled out of Sue's well used cunt and changed places with Olly straddling my head.
   
   Olly moved over to my wife who reached over and began fondling his dick while Phil was thrusting his cock into her gasping mouth. Sam was fucking my face like the pussy he had just pulled out of and soon unloaded his nutsack into my throat. I kept sucking after I had it clean and to my suprise it was hardening in my mouth again.
   
   My wife was rearranging the boys and moved the table out of the way so Phil could sit on the carpet beside the bed and called Sam over to face Phil with their legs overlapping and their cocks together. She then squatted down and holding their cocks in her hand she shimmied her hips back and forth until she got both of their pricks started into her very wet pussy.She slowly sank down taking both cocks deep into her hungry cunt. When she hit bottom she motioned to Olly to come fuck her mouth.
   
   Watching this almost made me cum without having my cock even being touched. I knew the guys in her pussy wouldn't last long as she was bouncing up and down on them at a rapid pace as she started cumming loudly. as I suspected, Phil extracted himself and rushed over to the bed to shove his cock into my mouth . He didn't even get a stroke in before he blew another load on my tonsils. Sam was right behind him.."Move it fucker " he told Phil as he hurridly tried to shove his throbbing cock in my face. He didn't make it and started spewing cum all over my face.
   
   As soon as Phil and Sam climbed off the bed ,Olly climbed up and began fucking my sore throat at a rabbits pace and added his second load to my belly.
   
   My wife was laying on the carpet with her chest heaving and her legs quivering as Phil yelled " shit, the girls are supposed to be here in 15 minutes!" It looked like a tornado as the boys ran around pulling on their shorts and running for the door. "Thanks Sue" said Phil as he scooted out the door and as he ran down the stairs I heard him yell "you guys are both awesome" and then the door slammed.
   
   Sue dragged herself up beside me and giggled at my cum covered face as she undid my restraints. I'll bet the girls have an easy time tonight she said. I wouldn't bet on it I replied. My cock was still rock hard and Sue engulfed it in her mouth none too soon because my long awaited orgasm shot into her waiting mouth 30 seconds later. She said "what's next lover?"
   "Let me think about it" I replied

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For my birthday, I went to a bathhouse in Orlando, Florida called Club Orlando. I had a room and only expected to just lay in bed like usual. But, about an hour and a half into my stay, this cute, skinny latino stopped at my door and just stared at me for a few seconds. He ended up walking away. I positioned myself so that my ass would be shown a bit better from the door. A few minutes later, I see him walk by and he stops at my door again. He shook his head to see if you can enter the room. I nodded to agree and he went right to his knees and started eating my ass. I haven't been eaten out in a few months. The feeling was incredible!
I was enjoying it so much! He stopped, took out his cock and grabbed me by the back of my head and had me gagging on his dick. Then he pulled my head off, kissed me with his tongue deep in my mouth, and spit in my mouth too. I love when guys do that!
We continue this for a few minutes, then he bend over me and makes to sniff his pits. Wow! They were really ripe too! It smelled better than the poppers. He grabbed my balls tight, pulling them, squeezing them and slapping them. This turns me on more!
We do this for about an hour then he eats my ass again. He asks me to fuck and I let him fuck me. So thick and uncut! I made him cum in about 20 seconds because my ass was so tight!
He pulls my head down to the bed under him and cums on my face. He pushes the cum in my mouth, covers my mouth and tells me to eat it like a good boy. When my face is clean, he kisses me and spits in my mouth again before leaving. I laid on the bed and came the biggest load in a couple years! I need this experience again!