[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]WOW I am amazed how much this comes up now in my life. This has not been anything I sought out or even considered doing. But it has been thrust upon me at times. And man I hate to sound incredibly slutty but I have been enjoying it.

So last week I was really bored one Sunday and I decided to post an ad on Craigslist. Hey it has worked for me in the past for hooking up at times. Well any ways I go about my business for the day and no hits at all. Then around 4pm I get a hit to my posting. A guy tells me he is in town in a hotel room and is all alone and very horny. We exchange pictures, all is well. He tells me where he is and invites me over. He tells me he is excited to see my fat ass. Apparently he is abit of a chubby chaser and loves to play with chubby guys asses. Well being a chubby guy and I certainly do love when someone plays with my ass I could not turn down his offer.

So I clean myself up and I head out. He told me he is in a suite. I was thinking nice he has some money....I am not a gold digger, it is just nice to know is all. Any way his request was that when I enter to come in close the door behind me and get naked then walk into the bedroom. Not too strange of a request, but I told him i would do that. On the condition there are no cameras or any thing. I arrive at the place he is staying. A nice place I have seen it plenty of times in my travels. Now I get to go in. So I enter into the lobby, and I walk past the front desk. The attendant there just smiles and waves to me. I wave back as nice gesture of kindness. I walk to the elevators and head on up. I get to the floor I remember the room number and he told me the door would be slightly ajar. I find the room and sure enough the door in slightly open. I knock once and enter. The front room there is no light on at all. But the bathroom light is on and it gives me plenty of light to see by. He says as I enter the room. Did you find it alright, no problems. I just respond back that it is all ok. He asks me if I am doing as he requested. I say I am almost done. Soon after I say that I say I am done. He tells me to walk into the bedroom. I do as I am told. And there he is sitting at the desk in the bedroom completely naked. He smiles at me and tells me please to spin around so he can see me fully. I try to play the shy little girl. I cover up my little dick and I cover my chest. I don't know why I covered my chest but he really seemed to like it when I did that. He got up and walked over to me. He said come on don't be shy let me look at you. He reached out to grab my hand that was covering my chest. I slowly let him take it away from my body. He held my hand very gently. I liked that. With his other hand he reached down. He smiled directly to my face and said come on I want to see you fully. I let my hand go into his and he pulled both hands up and away from my naked chubby body. He just grinned from ear to ear. He looked at me and smiled and said so much better. You look incredible. I shyly smiled. With that he grinned even more and said dam you are lovely. I blushed. I could not believe that I blushed, but there I was naked and I could feel my face getting warmer. He released one hand and took the other fully into his hand and he walked me over to the bed. And guided me to sit down on the edge. I did so. He then sat next to me and placed his hand on my leg. For fun I pushed it away and smiled at him. He loved it. He even said so. He reached over with his hand and placed it on my chin and pulled my face into his and we kissed. Lightly and slowly at first, but in no time his tongue was parting my lips and I was twirling my tongue around his and then slowly erotically I started to suck on his tongue. He loved it.

He reached over with his other hand and grabbed my hand. He then took my hand and placed on his now growing cock. He was getting nice and hard. Once my hand was on his cock I slowly played with it with just my fingers. I teased it and played with it. I ran my fingers lightly up and down his shaft as it continued to get hard. He began to moan from my touch. He slowly started to push me down on the bed all the while we were still kissing. Now on my back, he told me to slide further up on the bed. I did as I was told. He leaned fully on me pressing his weight down on me. He maneuvered his leg to make me spread my legs and he grabbed both of my hands and pushed them away from my body and to the side. So he liked to keep his men pinned. I could play along no problems. We continued to kiss. I could feel his hard cock now pressing against my stomach. I enjoyed that greatly. He started to whisper to me how much I turned him on and what an incredible kisser I was. I agreed I am a great kisser. He let go of one of my hands and I could his hand go between our bodies and lower down on mine. Then I could feel his strong hands take hold of my little cock and he started to stroke me. I moaned out loud like the high school prom queen getting it for the first time. He really loved that. It turned him on more with my moaning. He got into it. at one time I could feel his head of his cock pressed against mine and he was stroking us both at the same time as the heads of our cocks met and touched. When he did this I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him in close and kissed him harder with even more passion. He suddenly with a grunt and and a moan pulled his head away and told me what a fabulous kisser I was. But he apologized and he said he had to go pee. I smiled and said it was ok we all gotta go sometime. He smiled and lifted him self up off of me. But before he went in to the bathroom. He stopped and turned and he smiled and asked if I wanted to help. He said it very sly and devilishly. I admit his smile was rather hot. I said yes I would lover to help.

We both walked into the bathroom. I smiled at him and asked what he wanted me to do to help him. He said that he would like for me to hold his cock while he pees. Now having been involved now in a few water sports activities. I smiled and asked if that was all. I asked is there some fantasy you always wanted to do but no one would do it with you. He looked like the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders. He smiled and said there are a few. I asked him what they were. He told me a big one is he wants to pee on a guys ass cheeks. I asked him if wants to pee on the cheeks or on the ass hole directly. He grinned and said shyly he would love to pee on a guys ass hole while he spreads his cheeks wide so he can pee right on the hole. I asked him if that was a big fantasy of his. He said yes. I smiled and looked at him and I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in close and said then your wish will be fulfilled. I eagerly went over to the toilet. I stood in front of it and I lowered my head down slowly and placed it on the back tank of the toilet. I rested it there. Then I reached back and I spread my ass cheeks wide, almost to the point of hurting. I gave him a very wide look of my pink hole. He said so, he said it looked lovely and he wanted it. I took two fingers in my hole and I spread my hole as best as I could. He stood back from me and he just said here it comes. And suddenly I could feel his warm pee splash on my cheeks. It rolled down between my cheeks and over my hole. It felt good. He said he wanted to try something. I said go ahead. I felt him come up right behind me. I let my fingers go that held my hole open. I think I knew what was coming next. He pressed the head of his cock in my ass. and once there he let the dams open then. He just pissed. I could feel his warm liquid splash all over my hole and the inside of my ass cheeks. I really liked it. And I even enjoyed the musky smell of it all. He pissed for what seemed like minutes. It maybe at best was around a minute or so. I stayed in that position till he pulled away. He stayed to do the full piss and he stayed in there for the after pee to get it all out. Once he was done he finally pulled away. He told me to stay in that position. I did as I was told. He pulled out and away. I stayed in that position. Then I felt his face on my cheeks and he then started to lick his pee from my spread ass cheeks. I began moaning again. He licked me clean and he licked my sack as well while he was down there. Once he was done he told to still stay there. I did. He got a washcloth and got it wet with warm water and he washed me more thoroughly. Once he was done he said I could get up. I did so. I slowly rose up and stretched my back from being in that position. He then took hold of my hand and took me back into the bedroom. He said that I was absolutely incredible for allowing him to do that to me. I said it was fun and no harm was done. So it was all good.


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'Hi!'

Remember me? I am the sixty-three-year-old guy who had a stroke.

As you know, I am 'obsessed' with keeping myself trim and healthy. I also take quite a few supplements to enhance my erection, precum and cum.

I posted the other month. (Did the carer see me cum!)

You remember that three of the four carers are in their mid to late thirties. In my last post, I was quite sure that one of the carers that I quite fancied, watched me masturbate and cum, while she hid behind the bathroom door. I am pretty sure about this, and I am pretty sure that she has said something to the other 'young' carers, as they all seem to be nudging my penis now when they are doing the thigh massage. So my penis gets quite engorged most mornings now!

I know they chat between themselves on 'WhatsApp' so I wouldn't be surprised if they 'compared notes' so to speak as around the same time as the carer 'probably' watched me masturbating, another carer unexpectedly popped in the next day, (she was dropping something off for another carer) and caught me looking at quite a big picture of myself on the computer, reclined in bed with my hand around the base of a big 'cummy' hardon. I couldn't close it as I was shaking and my muscles tensed up. I did apologize to her through 'WhatsApp':

"Oh god. I'm so sorry!"

"Why?"

"U know!"

"Don't worry about it."

"Thanks."

"Np."

Anyway, I am sure they all started nudging my penis and being a bit more flirty after those two incidents.

I do get quite erect with that one carer/friend though as I do quite like her. (She knows that.)

If I feel that I am going to get very, very erect in front of her, then I ask her for a minute. But most of the time my penis just gets 'really' engorged in front of her, which she doesn't seem to mind!

She bought over two pieces of chocolate cheesecake the other week. (Yum! She knows how much I like cheesecake.) She also got me a lavender and CBD-infused pillowcase. (Smells nice.)

After the carer has got me washed and dressed they get my breakfast, after that, I clean my teeth, and then I am transferred, by standaid, onto a commode to go to the toilet, and after wiping and barrier creaming my bum, a conveen/sheath is put on my flaccid penis. I suppose a conveen/sheath is a little bit like a condom, but thicker. They are generally sized, (25mm, 30, 35, and 40mm and either short or long) They connect to a legbag tube. I use a 35mm - long which is quite snug, but the next size up is a bit baggy. They do expand slightly, but they are designed for a flaccid 'dry' penis, although it's possible to put one on when the penis is a 'little bit' bigger. The foreskin must be forward before application.

One of the other carers commented on my physique/body after the two 'incidents', just as she was applying the conveen/sheath:

"You have a really good body. Men half your age don't have a body as good as you."

(It's a bit odd that she mentioned that, just, as she was putting the conveen/sheath on!)

"Thank you, but it could be better."

She pulled up my boxers and trousers.

"You're so slim!"

She regularly brings me cake and crumble. This particular day, close to December, she bought me a 'Cadburys' advent calendar.

A few days later, it was the turn of the carer that I really like. (I am pretty sure she likes me too.)

As she washed and massaged me, I was looking at her cleavage and breasts, as her blouse was quite revealing. Every time she leaned forward I saw quite a lot of her cleavage, this made my penis swell quite a bit. Her nipples started showing through the material. They were obviously getting hard. My penis then went quite big and started twitching and rising. I asked her for a minute, and she left the room. I didn't hear her in the kitchen though, so I presume she was looking at my erection from behind the door again. This excited me, and I felt my penis swell even more, as it continued pointing right up!

I was just about to start masturbating when I heard a cupboard door open and the 'clank' of crockery. So I let my erection soften and called her back in when my erection completely subsided.

She finished washing me, with very limited bending over. Dressed me and got me up, and into my wheelchair. After breakfast, she transferred me onto the commode. As she raised me from the wheelchair, I saw a lot of cleavage. She put me on the commode and left me to it. After about five minutes, I realized I didn't really need the loo. The thought of her cleavage made my penis swell, so I masturbated. When I called her back she raised me from the commode, my penis was a little swollen, from masturbating, and it was hanging down behind my legs.

I felt something cold hit my penis and the top of my right leg. (The inside.)

She was giggling as she said "Oooops!" Between giggles, she told me that the barrier cream wouldn't come out of the tube, so she had squeezed it a bit harder, and it had shot out and hit my penis, leg, and floor!

She got a wet wipe and wiped the top of my leg. The back of her hand was brushing against my penis, and I could feel it swelling. She then wiped my penis, pushing it through my legs to the front, maneuvered me more in the bedroom, and then squeezed my swelling penis dry with a towel. She got the conveen/sheath, lifted my heavy and swelling penis up from between my legs.

"I don't think this will work as your penis is quite big, and it feels like it's swelling even more."

It was. She doesn't wear gloves, and the warmth and feel of her fingers made my penis swell significantly and the foreskin started rolling back.

"Oh my! I definitely can't get the conveen on it now. Are you sure you're okay stood there?"

I was now quite a bit taller than her, and I could easily see right down her cleavage. Her breasts looked quite full 'n' plump. They looked like they had just come out from the water, as they were covered in goosebumps making them look quite firm. Her nipples must have been quite big 'n' hard, as they were not only pushing through the bra and blouse but were actually pushing the top of the bra away from the skin.

"Yes, I'm okay. Sorry about this."

She was still holding my penis and it was swelling rapidly.

"Don't be silly. Oh it's quite big and hard now."

She let go of my penis and it flopped down a bit. Then it began to bob up until it was sticking right out.

"Sorry!"

"Oh, don't worry. Shall I....er.....do you want me to wank you off so that it goes soft? Would you like me to wank you off?"

(I already know from texts that she can be quite crude and forward.)

"Err....yes. If it's okay with you."

She smiled, grabbed my penis pressing her fingers quite tightly around it, and started moving the foreskin back 'n' forth.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yemmmmmm."

She was holding my penis quite firmly, and moving her hand back 'n' forth quite slowly.

"I take it you like me wanking you off! Probably something you have wanted me to do anyway?"

"Mmmmmmmm. Oh god......Yes"

"I bet you wank over me, and can't believe this is happening."

My penis felt so hard as she wanked me off. She got quicker.

"Do you like that? Do you like me wanking you off?"

"Oh, mmmmmmmm, yeeees."

Her fingers were holding my penis quite tightly. God, it felt good! I was moaning with pleasure. She was watching me.

"Do you understand that I'm only doing this so I can put your conveen on. Ok?"

"Yes...... ok.... Do......you......like......it......though?"

"Yes. As cocks go, yours is very nice. Quite big."

She leaned down to my penis and gave the swollen head the lightest of kisses.

As she leaned down, her breasts nearly fell out of the bra and her nipples were 'almost' fully exposed for a few seconds.

She was wanking me off at quite a pace now. My legs started tightening and I started swallowing and making a groany sound. She slowed right down, pulling my foreskin right back. Suddenly my legs collapsed and crashed against the knee pad of the standaid and then tightened up straight again.

I groaned loudly

"Agggghhhh!"

Cum started oozing out and she moved her other just below the end of my penis. Cum started dripping down onto her fingers. A little more oozed out and then a big glob shot out, an inch or so, hitting her fingers.

She smiled open-mouthed.

"Ooooo."

She continued to 'slowly' wank me off as a little bit more cum oozed out and dripped down into her hand.

"Ooooooo nice. For a second, I thought you were going to fall. I take it you liked that?"

'God yes."

She squeezed all the cum out of my penis.

"I will just wash this off."

She squeezed behind me, went into the bathroom, and turned the tap on. As she squeezed past me, I noticed movement in the picture to my right. I turned my head slightly. As the bathroom door is at an angle, the picture clearly reflected the bathroom, and I watched her walk in, turn the tap on, lift her cummy hand to her mouth, and suck her fingers! (WOW!)

My penis was softening now and was soon soft enough for the conveen/sheath.

"Oh, that's much better."

(Whether something like that will ever happen again, I don't know. Maybe it will. I hope so anyway.)

You can only pick one….
1. You are tied to a chair and guys (13 of them) bounce up and down on your cock till you are ready to cum, then they each suck you dry.
OR
2. You are blind folded bound naked on the field goal post of a major Football field. While random men fuck your a$$ RAW, filling you with too many loads.
OR
3. You get to pick the person of your dreams to spend the rest of your life only being able to have sex with them.

So last weekend, I was at my friends bar. And after a few drinks we decided to play some pool. The second game in a couple wanted to play us, and the wife was being very flirtatious from the start. A few minutes in she came right out n said “you know, you’re kinda sexy”… and I was a bit uncomfortable because her husband was right there. But he could sense that n eventually said “it’s okay, we’re swingers”.
So we kept playing and she kept flirting. Acting like she was jacking off the pool cue, and grabbing my ass. And eventually she starts bragging about how good she is in bed. And her husband even said “she gives the best blowjobs!” And she said she loves to deepthroat.
I asked her is she’s ever had a dick that she hasn’t been able to deepthroat all the way to the base. And she said “no. I can deepthroat any cock!” Sooo, I went into my phone and showed her some dick pics and asked her “you think you can fit all of that down your throat?!?”
And she immediately turned to her husband and said “can I have the hotel key? We need to leave right now!”
So he gave her the key and her and I left the bar, their hotel was right across the street from it.
We started making out in the elevator and she was grabbing my dick and saying “OMG! You’ve got me so fucking horny right now”
We got in the room, got some drinks n she sat me on the couch n got to work. I was drinking a beer as she was aggressively sucking my dick. I kept taunting her saying “cmon, where’s that deepthroat? I thought you could throat any cock?!” So she tried multiple positions but couldn’t get all the way to the base. And said “it’s not that it so fucking long, it’s the fucking girth of it that won’t fit in my throat. You know you have the most amazing dick I’ve ever seen in my life right?!? And I’ve seen ALOT of dIckes!”
At that point I was so fucking turned on, that I jsut ripped her clothes off and bent her over. She was dripping wet, but still pretty tight.
After about 5 minutes of doggy n making her cum. I made her do the squat position on the couch (one of my favorites). I fucked her so hard for about 3 minutes straight, and must have came at least 4-5 more times. Then I picked her up and did the standing fucking (my other favorite). I pounded her pussy so fucking hard that she squirted all over me. And she said she has only squirted like once before, years ago. I came all over her titties and she told me “you know my husband is actually really good in bed. But I have NEVER. Ever in my life came that many times during sex!”
We went the shower and fucked some more and I told her “this is my fucking pussy now!” Made her scream it back to me “it’s your pussy baby! You can have it whenever you want!” And “I love your fucking huge cock so much!”
We cleaned up n went back to the bar, and she was grabbing my dick the rest of the night over and over.
I have no idea where her husband went, I kind of wish he would’ve watched so we could cuckold him. That would’ve been fuckin hot!
This was my first time with a swinger couple like that, but it was so damn hot that I felt like I should share it here.
So if there are any husbands or couple on here that want me to fuck their wife. Then please message me, and I promise I will not disappoint.

Evening at the bar.

Hello, this is a story from my real life, names have been changed for security purposes, thank you for understanding

This evening was very interesting. As usual, I was playing games on PlayStation 3 and relaxing. But my boyfriend (now my husband) suggested that we go to a bar. I reluctantly got ready and we went there. On the way to the bar, my boyfriend said that we needed to pick up one of his friends. That's where it all happened. His name was Louis, his build was like 60% of the population, he was a little pumped up, he had blue eyes and a beard (I really like bearded guys). He said hello to me and we went back to the car. In the bar, we started talking and I found out that his boyfriend had dumped him, I felt very sorry for him, although in my thoughts I was thinking about how to shove it deeper. After a while, I began to notice how he was sending me two mental signals. At first, I did not attach any importance to this, but then I became interested. My boyfriend was talking to some guy and did not pay attention to me.
- Let's go have a smoke? I suggested. We didn't even notice how our minds started to dull with the light intoxication of alcohol. In the end, we decided to take a walk to somehow come to our senses, but their feelings got the better of us. Louis took me, pulled me towards him and kissed me. This kiss was full of passion, I was surprised at what was happening, my penis began to vibrate greedily in my pants and I felt that the same was happening to Louis. Louis walked over my body, unable to resist his feelings any longer. A couple of movements and a cold hand was under my clothes. A slight chill passed over my body, but the hands began to go lower. The hand squeezed my penis so hard that I moaned furiously, I knew whether it was pleasant or painful. The body stopped listening and gave out false sensations of pain, from which I felt even more strongly in paradise. All blockages, all embarrassment went away and we surrendered to the night. Only quiet sighs gave away our location. I also did not lag behind my partner, with light movements of my hand I stretched the fly from which the penis jumped out. It was all pulsating, the veins were filled with blood, which gave the penis a reddish tint. I began to masturbate Louis, from which the guy threw his head back, unable to hold on any longer. Fortunately, there was not a soul on the street and no one could condemn us, not throw a condemning glance in our direction. But even if this had happened, I did not care, alcohol and frantic desire did their job. Louis took me by the head and began to breathe in my ear, causing a lot of emotions in my partner. Then light kisses captured the neck. I could no longer control myself and harshly pressed the guy against the wall.

- Ты все еще так уверена? Не дав парню ответить, я страстно поцеловала его по-французски. Наши языки сплели узлы, которые очень быстро распутались. Мы с Луи начали мастурбировать в унисон, уже не скрывая стонов. Через пару минут мы кончили, теплая жидкость потекла по нашим рукам. После этого Луи повернулся, намекая мне продолжать. И вот, перемежаясь стонами, послышались толчки. Они то ускорялись, то замедлялись. Через час они сели на пол, обессиленные. Холодный асфальт начал приводить двоих в чувство.
- Ты закуришь? Это все, что спросил парень. Мы тихонько вдыхали дым, не говоря ни слова, и он тонкой струйкой выходил изо рта. Каждый из нас был погружен в свои эмоции, но каждый из нас знал, что это не последняя встреча в их жизни... После этого я встала, спустилась к лицу Луи и поцеловала его в щеку, а затем начала возвращаться к бару. Он перевел взгляд, намекая, что должен пойти с ним. Мой парень все еще сидел на том же месте и даже не заметил моего ухода. Мы мило побеседовали и в итоге в 12:00 мы разошлись по домам.

this is a long post and is very much a one a done story, usually i would break my stories up into bitesize chunks, but i wrote this whole story in one sitting after being inspired, and so decided to share it in all its glory, i hope you enjoy it! Matt x


“see you after break!” Martin waved to his room mate and first friend on campus, Jason Larue

the pair were both quiet, shy and nerdy types, matin was studying microbiology, jason physics

the pair were so painfully shy they didnt realise the other was gay until the first meeting of the universities LGBT+ society, cementing their friendship even further

many an evening spent watching sci fi, scoffing at the ludicrous faux sci fi jargon,lamenting over their lack of game with guys

the pair text through christmas, martins dad had gotten drunk and tripped into the christmas tree

jason sent the gif of homer simpson merging into the hedge

on the way back to dorms martin couldnt wait to see his friend

he walked in, unpacking in jasons room was some unknown person

“erm excuse me? Thats my friend jasons room.....” he said

“erm it is me.....”the person spun around, despite the drastic changes there was no mistaking this person for jason

“what the fuck happened?” martin asked taking his friend in

his once greasy floppyhair was now a stylish spiky coife

he was no longer wearing his glasses

his once acne riddled skin was clear

his patchy facial hair was now a manly stubble

he appeared to have put on a fair amount of muscle, seemed more confident now

“what? My uncle paid for me to get lasik, I hit the gym a little, maybe a second puberty,that can happen.... how was your christmas?” jason said clealry trying to change the subject

the body that was under that hoodie was not one made after 2 weeks of training, he looked like a lifelong gym rat

that night martin awoke to an unusual sound

through the thin wall he heard the unmistakeable thumping of a headboard hitting the wall

“oh fuck your dick is so big.....fuck you're stretching me in two!”

“shut the fuck up my room mate will hear you!”

the next day some twink was all over jason kissing him and begging for another round

jason shooed them out the door, if martin didnt know any better he would say jason now looked even bigger, his stubble more fuller, his skin glowing, his eyes all the more seductive

“sounds like you had some fun last night.....” martin scoffed sipping his coffee

justin chuckled “sorry about that!”

“bit theatrical all that wailing!”

jason shrugged

his robe fell open and martin saw his boxers, yet another change, the pair had seen eachothers bodies repeatedly, there was no way that bulge was all him, not in such a short amount of time

something was wrong here, very very wrong

the following friday martin followed jason to a local night spot, he watched as a myriad of hot guys threw themselves at him, he chose one and took them to the backroom

20 mins later they exited again, the guy going from a 10 to a 5, and jasons appearance even more improved

this happened over and over

martin creeped into th eback room and found jason on his knees sucking the hot strangers cock

“i cant believe yo utalked me into doing this!” the guy groaned stroking jasons head

he moaned and groaned and slurped

“fuck im going to cum....!” the guy groaned

with a shudder he clearly shot, and jason kept sucking, as the guy thrashed and moaned and groaned

as jason sucked the guys face became greasy, the hair became limp, the muscles grew softer, the stubble grew patchy


jason stopped sucking, kissing the guy and leading them back to the club

jason again looked hotter than ever, stranger and stanger, science couldnt explain this

martin waited at their kitchen table, jason eventually came home

“we need to talk”

“can it wait til the morning....” jason replied hanging up his jacket, exhausted

“i saw you tonight,in the back rooms”

jason froze

“i dont know what you thought you saw!?” jason said trying but failing to mask the hint of panic in his voice

“then come, sit and explain to me what I saw”

jason reluctantly sat,he was exhausted and needed to clean his teeth

“fine.....”




December 23rd

jason wandered around his local gay bar, the usual faces still doing the rounds, a few people greeted him warmly, bought him welcome home rounds

across the bar he felt someone staring at him intently, the hottest guy he had ever seen

“not gonna come over and say hi?” a husky seductive voice said walking over to him

“do I know you?” jason asked looking into the mans deep brown eyes

“its me, Brandon”

jason gasped, last time he had seen brandon he was a short pip squeak with a squeaky voice, skin and bones, bottle glasses and braces, milk bottle pale, ginger hair standing up in tufts of shocking orange, jason had only been gone for 4 months, he couldnt have changed this much so quickly

standing before him was a man, jason had to look up to look into his face, he was built like a muscle daddy, peaking out of his deep v was a forest of chest hair, his head hair was still ginger, but now a deep auburn, without his glasses his eyes were hypnotising

he found himself back at brandons

“no offence mate but how have you gone from that” gesturing to a photo of the brandon he remembered “to this” running his hand accidentally down brandons chest

“let me fuck you and I will show you” brandon purred


the pair kissed and fondled, brandons cock felt massive

usually jason would insist on safe sex, he knew the stats

but something about this made him crave it bare

hours later he was bent over against the window, his ass well and truly stretched out by brandons thick steel hard cock, brandon was insatiable, everytime jason thought he was close he would keep pounding

witha growl brandon began shooting what felt like a gallon of cum, jasons own load splattered the window, he felt the world getting dark, his body lowered to the floor

as his eyes fluttered open it was morning

“shitI must have fallen asleep in my gla....” he noticed his spectacles next to him, his vision was suddenly 20/20

he walked gingerly to the bathroom, he felt hungover but he had only had 2 beers last night at the bar

he took a piss and looked up into the mirror, he stifled a scream

the guy in the mirror was gorgeous, sharp cheek bones, real beard stubble, stylish hair, perfect white teeth, a muscular body, his pecs dusted with dark chest hair, it was then that he noticed his cock, though soft was filling his hand

he sat on the floor milking his cock, it grew well beyond its previous size, easily monstrously big, not as thick as brandons had been last night but still an insane size

as he shot his load over himself brandon came into the bathroom for his morning bathroom break

“i guess you have some questions.....”



present day

“a succubus..... all of this is due to a succubus, who spreads their curse, through penetrative sex and the only way to maintain the results is to suck guys cocks”

jason nodded

“you do know this sounds mad right!” martin scoffed

“literally look at this”

jason handed martin his phone

it was open to his gallery, a series of photos all time stamped “23rd december” that year in the photos was the jason martin had known, the next photo was “24th december” and was of the new hotter jason, partying with a very hot red headed guy that martin presumed was brandon from the story

“only one way to prove its real....” martin said matter of factly

“how?”

“fuck me!”

“what!?” jason spluttered

“if what you say is true, then fuck me!”

“you dont want this.... “

“to be a hottie with a monster cock? Fuck off! Besides worse case scenario we have sex and you have to reveal the truth!”

jason sighed, though he would never admit it he had always had a crush on martin, but been too painfully shy, and now he was a succubus he knew he could have martin, but didnt want him to be cursed to feed off of others hotness

jason stood letting his robe drop, he was naked, his skinny frame exposed

immediatley jasons cock began to stir in his trousers, the unmistakeable need to share the curse brewing

jason stood

“bend over the table” he said in a commanding tone

martin felt compelled to do as he was told, he bent over

he yelped feeling jasons meaty tongue lapping at his tight hole, his stubble grazing the sensitive flesh

“oh fuck!” he whimpered, his 5 inch cock now painfully hard and leaking precum steadily onto the floor

he winced feeling jasons fingers start to probe and test, jason knew despite his new size if he wished to fuck martin it would not only fit but feel amazing to martin

he pulled martin back to standing and kissed him, placing martins hand on his monster cock

“fuck!” martin marvelled

“10 inches” jason replied knowing what was coming next

“how big will mine become?” martin asked

“no idea, I think its random.... think you're ready for the upgrade?”

though martin still thought the whole thing was ludicrous he couldnt help but picture life with a huge cock

martin knelt licking and sucking on jasons cock and balls looking up at his friend

jason moaned stroking martins hair

after what felt like hours on his knees jason pulled martin to his feet laying him on the table placing his legs on jasons broad strong shoulders

he lined up his cock

martin braced himself for the inevitable pain taking such a large cock would cause no matter how much he wanted it

to his surprise there was no pain, just instant pleasure

jason chuckled at the surprise on martins face

he bent down kissing jason taking slow gentle strokes

each movement sent a wave of pleasure through martin, making him crave more

jason kept his slow pace but his trusts became harder, making the table creak and shake

martin held on to jasons back his mouth open wide in a silent cry of pleasure

effortlessly jason picked martin up off the table scared it may break, bouncing martin off his monster cock like he weighed nothing, like he was a fleshjack

as the sun began to rise, the flat was totally trashed, every surface and room used in the marathon fuck fest

martin was barely maintaining conciousness

“last chance to back out!” jason panted feeling his balls tighten

in response martin pulled jason in deeper

that was all it took

with a growl he shot his heavy load deep inside his flat mates well fucked ass

he felt martin go limp, he carefully carried him to his bed, and put him under the covers

“i hope your experiment was worth it” jason thought to himself as he closed the door

the next day martin awoke with a start, such a strange dream


he stumbled dazed into the lounge area, everything was normal

he passed the mirror in the hallway and froze, looking back at him was a stud

and between his legs was a cock 6 inches soft and meaty hanging above two large low hanging nuts, he carefully pulled the foreskin back revealing a decent head, he felt the cock slowly fill with blood and grow in his palm

he watched in the mirror

a thought struck him


he walked as calmly as he could back to his room grabbing his ruler from his desk

once hard, the veins bulging he held his ruler and found the head of hiscock reached the very end, the 12 inch mark

he sat playing with his new toy relishing the power his new cock gave him

he felt his balls tighten, in his previous life he shot a dribble so he failed to prepare for the ropes that flew out of his flared cock head hitting his heaving newly formed pecs and 6 pack

he cleaned up and made his way to breakfast

“now do you believe me?” jason scoffed





That weekend

“Nick dont look now but those two hot guys are looking at you!”

“oh piss off like they would ever... wait are they coming over!”

“hey, my friend and I think your cute, want to come with us to the back room for some fun, your friend too!”

“sure!”

as the 4 went to the back jason and martin gave eachother a knowing smirk





THE END

Hello, this is a story about best friends that started experimenting with each other right after graduation.

When my best friend Kristian and I (CJ) graduated high school, we planned to throw a grad party together. We also decided to celebrate our 18th birthdays that day as well since our birthdays were a day apart. We spent almost everyday together and really enjoyed each others company. We like the same sports, same video games, same music, liked to workout, and had the same humor. He was a shorter than I but we both had nice bodies since we played football all four years of high school. Being Filipinos we were smaller than most of our team but we didn’t have the “Filipino build” . I am 6’0 200 pounds and he is 5’10 about 185. We wanted to spend as much time with each other while we could over the summer because he was joining the Navy and I was going to start College at UC Irvine.

A grad/birthday party was the best way to start our summer. Graduation and our birthdays were on weekdays so we had planned the party to happen on Saturday. Kristian is the type of person who made sure to plan ahead so he came over almost everyday to plan for the party. My parents and Kristian’s parents were old friends from the Philippines so they didn’t mind when Kristian came over or slept over. Vice Versa. Since my parents would be out of town that weekend, we decided to have the party at my house. We planned out who was invited, food, drinks, music, etc. I had a feeling my parents knew we were throwing a party because they had left me about $500 for the weekend.

Kristian had asked if he could spend the night on Friday to help clean and set up. Of course I said it was fine. Once my parents left for their trip, we turned on the music and began setting up. It was in the middle of the summer so my house was super hot. Luckily we had a pool at my house to enjoy. After everything was set up to Kristian’s liking, I suggested we relax in the pool. Kristian grabbed a couple Trulys and I rolled up a blunt with my older brothers stash. It had been a while since we smoked but we were down today. It was only about 3:30 pm so the sun was still beaming. I had asked Kristian if he could put sunblock on my back. He did and I offered to do the same. He had asked me to put a little pressure on his shoulders as he was sore. I did that and he let out a moan. We both laughed and jumped into the pool.

After the pool and several Trulys, we decided to hop in the jacuzzi and smoke. It was about 8pm now and just getting dark. The music went from rap/hip hop to r&b. As we smoked, we talked about how our lives are gonna change soon. Kristian said he was excited to fuck girls from around the world since the navy would probably be taking him to different countries. Kristian was in a long distance relationship for most of high school but he and his girlfriend broke up. According to him, FaceTime sex wasn’t doing it for them anymore. Kristian was the type of guy who knew he was handsome but was always very humble. I had told him that I was excited to fuck some ABGs since UC Irvine was predominately Asian. I didn’t have a girlfriend in high school but I did have friends with benefits from another school. After a while of smoking, talking about sex, and girls, Kristian said he was super high and wanted to grab another Truly and some snacks. I watched him get up from the jacuzzi and my eyes widened when I saw a big ass tent in his shorts. This dude was hard as fuck. “Damn bruh!” I said laughing. He turned around stroked it a bit and said my bad. He laugh and went on his way. I didn’t know if it was the weed, alcohol, or what but I know my dick twitch after seeing his boner.

Kristian came back about 5 minutes later with a bottle of henny and some chips. Immediately he handed me a shot and got back in the jacuzzi. I tried not to look at his dick but I could tell he was still semi-hard. After a few shots, he laugh and said I can’t believe you saw my hard on. I laugh and said “it was funny. But to be honest our conversation got me kind hard too.” “Oh yeah?” He said. I nodded and told him to pour up. Although we’ve been best friends since middle school we’ve never seen each other naked before but I’ve always wondered was his dick looked like it how big he was. Out of know where I asked him “what’s your favorite sex position?” He laughed and said “wtf? That’s weird.” He was right. It was weird but he ended up answering. “To be honest, I’ve only had sex like 5 times with Erika (his ex) and we always did the same thing: missionary and doggy. That’s it.” “Really?! I replied. “Yeah bro, she said other positions hurt too much.” Kristian sighed. “What’s yours?” He asked me. I told him that it was a tie between cowgirl and missionary. “I love when a girl has control.” I said. “Damn, that’s why I can wait to fuck other girls” he said. We both laughed but I knew we were hard.

After a while in the jacuzzi we got out. We both decided to go shower but would continue drinking after. Once I got in the shower I got horny thinking about the conversations we had and the fact that Kristian was horny too. I stroked my cock in the shower thinking fucking girls in college but the image of Kristian’s huge tent earlier kept popping in my head. I eventually came and finished my shower. I was in there for about 20 minutes and when I stepped out my room Kristian was still in the shower. I walked out with just a towel to get some food since I had the munchies. About 10 minutes later I hear the bathroom door open. “Kristian, come get some food. I know yo ass hungry after beating your meat in the shower.” I laughed and joked. He came to the kitchen with just a towel on, “how’d you know?” He laughed. “ I jerked off too.” I told him. We both laugh and continued eating.

At about 10:30pm it was still hot in the house. We were just in underwear on the couch chilling and looking for something to watch. I was wearing boxer briefs and he was wearing boxers. After a few minutes we decided to watch youtube. Kristian had fallen sleep and I decided to move to the couch across from him so that he could lay down all the way and get some rest. He ended up laying on his back and when he did that I could his dick peeking out of the boxer hole. I gulped and continued to move to the other couch. I gradually fell asleep too.

I was woken up by Kristian at 2 am. “Can I move to your bed? My body is sore and the couch isn’t helping.” “Go ahead.” I said. I turned my body around to face him. “Fuck bro, your dick is out.” He laughed. I didn’t realize I had a boner and it was slipping out of boxer briefs. Still half asleep I covered myself. “Fuck it, no need to be shy. We are like brothers already” he said.” We both laughed. Kristian asked if I’m moving to the room with him. I asked him if he needed me to? He said yes and that it was weird that he’s sleeping in there by himself. “Whatever.” I said. I have a king bed so it was plenty of space for us. It was nothing weird or different. We usually sleep on the same bed whenever he sleeps over or I at his house. It was hard for me to go back to sleep after moving but Kristian knocked the fuck out. I went into my brothers room to get a few hits of his weed pen hoping it’ll help me sleep.

Once back in my bed, I try my hardest to get back to sleep but I couldn’t. I go on my phone and scroll X. I came across a tweet from a girl that was friends with my brother. This girl was promoting her OnlyFans. I clicked on a preview of her videos and it played so loud. I thought it woke up Kristian. He was still snoring so I continued to scroll and watch her previews. I was hard as fuck and began to stroke my dick through my boxer briefs. All of a sudden my phone died and I was left all hard with nothing to watch.I could feel my sick getting soft.

After a while, I feel Kristian move and I know he’s on his back because his left hand flopped on me. I had a sudden urge to feel his arm. His skin was soft and his biceps felt nice. His arms weren’t as big as mine but it felt nice. My cock twitched a bit and I could feel it getting hard again. I continued to slowly move my hand to his chest and down his abs making sure to not wake him up. He continued to snore so I continued to move down. I felt his happy trail and thought about what I was doing. I left my hand there but eventually decided to move down. My heart was beating so fast as I began to feel his soft dick through his boxers. I started to stroke it a bit and I could feel it getting harder. I then remember he was wearing boxers and gently slipped his semi hard cock through the boxer hole. At this point I was holding my best friends cock in the palm of my hand. After a few squeezes he moves so I move my hand away. My heart was racing. I thought it would pop out of my chest. I heard him scratch and go back to snoring. I felt relief but also anxious because I wasn’t sure if he was really in a deep sleep or faking it. After several minutes of deep thoughts, I eventually fall asleep.

Hi folks,

I think you can guess where this story is going. I hope you like it.

I still have lots of work to do, but the initial inspiration came from a member of LPSG. If you have any suggestions I'd appreciate the feedback.

Enjoy

JJ

I first noticed him about three weeks ago.

He came into the locker room of my local gym after work one day wearing a security guard uniform. He was huge and very muscular. I could tell he was proud of his body.

He dropped his gym bag on the floor loud enough to draw attention to himself. He took off his uniform to change into workout clothes.

It was like watching a slow striptease. He neatly folded his uniform and placed it in the locker. He didn’t attempt to cover himself or hide his masculine body. He knew he looked good and was showing off as he slowly put on his gym clothes.

A mountain of a man. Huge thick muscles, powerful guns straining the arms of his tight white t-shirt. As he pulled off the neatly pressed pants of his uniform he revealed powerful muscled thighs and big muscular calves. He must be a runner or a football player or something. He was in perfect shape.

I couldn’t see his equipment from where I was standing, but it was obviously very big. I noticed everyone in the locker room steeling glances at his body.

He turned around and faced my direction just as he adjusted a huge bulge in his white jockey shorts. I made eye contact and smiled.

His tight hard butt and narrow waist made even the straight guys in the locker get erections!

I went home and told my wife about what I saw in the locker that day, a powerful, sexy, beautiful male specimen. He exuded sexuality. I told her his biceps were so big they strained the tight material of his shirt sleeves. I told her about his bubble butt and huge thighs.

I told her how he neatly folded his uniform and placed it in the locker.

She seemed curious and wanted to know where he was a security guard.

I decided I needed to get to know this god. I fantasized about bringing him home to my wife.


I had fantasized about the security guard for several weeks. I wished I had his powerful physique and huge dick. I fantasized about making my wife writhe and moan from the hot sex I could give her with a body like that.

While we made love I told my wife what I was thinking. I told her my fantasy. I described the huge powerful guns, broad chest and thick thighs of the mystery man. We had hot passionate sex thinking about the muscular stranger from the gym.

Every time I went to the gym I hoped to see him again. Then it happened.

One afternoon I was in the shower shampooing my hair. When I opened my eyes he was standing in the shower right next to me. He was well over six feet. His skin was tanned and healthy looking. His hair was jet black and he had a beautiful broad smile.

I noticed he had a ring on his wedding finger so I assumed he wasn’t gay. I started to think about him making love to his sexy wife. I wondered what she must look like; probably some beautiful blond bombshell with a tight ass and perky tits.

Fuck, I was getting an erection just looking at him and thinking about him making love to a beautiful woman. Thinking about him getting any woman he wanted. He had big pumped pectoral muscles and a fine line of chest hair running down to his crotch.

His dick hung down at least seven inches. His cock was as big soft as I was hard. I thought about a petite little blond sex pot bouncing up and down on that huge pole.

Shit, I was getting aroused in the men’s shower. I was getting an erection.

I was embarrassed but didn’t want to loose the opportunity to get to know him. I tried to make small talk (no pun intended).

“You come here often?” What a stupid line. Can’t you do better than that?

“Yea, I try to work out at least five times a week. What about you?” He looked at my growing member.

I had to think fast to explain the growing erection between my legs. I didn't want him to think I was gay. I was actually having very heterosexual thoughts.

I was thinking about how the women -- my wife included -- would get hot and horny looking at a powerful hung bull like this guy.

“Working out makes me horny; my wife will be getting some when I get home tonight.”

Fuck how stupid I thought to myself. Did I really say that out loud?

“Yea, my wife likes it when I come home hard and hot.” He looked at me with a smile and flexed his bicep.

I smiled awkwardly and couldn’t think of what next to say.

He washed his armpits and upper body. I watched the soap role down his chest, over his tight flat abs and into his pubic hairs.

He continued to soap up his big dick and purple balls. He peeled back the foreskin to show a knob as big as an apple.

“Nice equipment” I heard myself saying out loud. Holly fuck! Did I say that out loud again? This guy is going to think I'm trying to come on to him in the shower.

“Would your wife like a piece of this?”

“I uhh … well…” I couldn’t believe we were talking like this. I didn’t even know his name. My mouth was going dry. But I decided to take the plunge.

“Yea, she would love a piece of that. But what would your wife say?”

“Who says she has to know?”

Okay now what do I do? I’ve got this beautiful masculine god of a human specimen standing beside me holding his growing dick in his hand offering to fuck my wife.

... to be continued...

Brief but true story.

A few week ago, while eating lunch, I ventured onto a hook-up app that focuses in on your local area. Surprisingly, a picture of a beautiful hairy chest showed up and it was a half a mile away. I should mention that I was finding myself horny as hell and so when this man messaged me my temperature rose immediately. He said that he thought my cock was hot and he wanted to suck it. He showed me a picture of his and I began salivating.

He asked what I was into and I asked him. He was not into kissing but was oral and wanted to jerk off. He seemed nice and his body was smoking hot. He explained that he was married and asked if that was a problem. At this point I really wanted to get off with him and so I told him that his personal life was his business but I would not say anything to anyone.

We agreed to hook-up and he told me he would be at my place in about 15 mins.

I saw his car approaching my house and when he got out of the car I was amazed. He was not real tall and had this terrific beard. When I left him in the house his eyes were soft though his body at that point tensed up a bit. We made a little small talk before we went to my bedroom.

Once in the bedroom we quickly took each other's pants off and began to stroke. He was about eight inches long and had a thick curly bush. His cock was sort of V shaped in that it was much thicker toward the base. We began stroking each other and he had the best hands. He knew just how to make me moan with hi touch around my balls. I was holding my own with my hands too. He quickly moved down and began to suck my very hard, leaking cock. He had such a good mouth that he nearly made me cum. I had to slow him down. He continued to suck me expertly before I started to suck him. He tasted wonderfully. His pre cum was delicious and even the flavor of his skin and the smell of his bush was intoxicating. So not only did he have an amazing cock and touch, but he was so handsome. I have been practicing my ability to get my nose into the guys pubes. After a few times, I got there and he nearly blew his load right then! I love setting goals!

We played a bit longer stroking each other and frotting when he said he was getting close. As I was sitting on the bench in front of my bed I told him I was lay back on my bed and he could cum on me. We continued stroking ourselves off and very quickly, he shot a generous load of hot cum on my cock and belly. Since I love to use an other's cum to finish myself off, I rubbed his cum into my cock and continued when before too long I shot a hefty load. We rubbed it into my belly and cock and then he went to wash his hands. We got dressed and exited my bedroom.

We talked about another 15 -20 minutes before he left. I told him that I had enjoyed our encounter and that if he wanted to do it again, he should let me know. He also told me he was off every 3rd Weds.

Two days later I found that he had messaged me that he did enjoy the hook up and wanted to do it again soon. Soon was almost over the weekend but we decided to wait until his day off which is this Weds. He shared that he is interesting in exploring more with me. He also asked if I had a friend who might want to join us. I don't think this is where this story ends at least I hope not!!

A construction worker's life drastically changes when a video in which he appears shirtless goes viral. Out of nowhere, the hunky 46 years-old becomes a sensation in the gay community!

And when he realizes how much money he can make selling pictures and videos of himself online... Bruce decides to become Silver Fox!

SILVER FOX

Chapter 1: The Birth of Silver Fox (Part 1)

Life starts at 46.

Or at the very least, that was true for me.

Before that, I seemed to be destined to live a pathetic and pretty unremarkable time on this Earth.

When I was 18, I got a job at the construction company where my father was working at. I was not very good in school but I could use my hands, and I was not afraid to work hard.

When I was 21, I got married to my high school sweetheart. Karen was a bitch and she cheated on me. Twice.

As far as I know.

I was divorced by the age of 30.

She kept the house that we had bought together, and that I had renovated by the sweat of my brow.

Good for her, she was a smart bitch, she had left me for a damn lawyer... She's got two kids with him now.

I moved into a small one-bedroom apartment downtown.

Purchasing this place got me into some serious debts and it was quite depressing living by my own, but the apartment was mine, and that was all that mattered at the time.

My parents both died when I was in my late thirties, - that was another kick in my sore butt -, and I realized that aside from my coworkers, I did not have much people to turn to.

No wife, no kids, no very close friends or family either.

My sister had not talked to me in years.

She had gotten involved with some drug dealer when she was in high school and she had already been locked-up for some time.

I had no idea where she lived or if she was still in prison. She had been the one cutting ties with us. She did not show up to either of our parents' funerals.

That was tough.

I was mostly alone but I was not totally single either; I was fucking my fair share of women.

Sue me, I had my needs and a strong sexual appetite!

Thankfully, I had the good looks to snatch some pussies for myself.

That being said, I could not trust women anymore. I had been burnt once, and I would not let that happen again. I was running away from any sort of serious relationship.

Maybe as a revenge for what had happened to me before, or maybe because it was the only way to ensure that those chicks would not get too attached, I mostly banged married women.

I would suck on their ring finger as I would drill them from behind, my dick buried in their pretty housewives' assholes.

Since the options were quite limited where I lived, I had some regular bitches on retainer.

It was awkward when I was running into their husbands at the grocery's store or at the gym.

I know, this is bad.

Never said that I was a nice or decent guy...

As I mentioned, my life was pretty pathetic back then.

When I celebrated my forty-sixth birthday, many things had not gone the way I had imagined them when I was younger.

I was stuck in the same town I had grown up in, in the middle of Kansas, I was by myself, working the same tiring job, the only difference was that the Porter kid had just taken over the company of his dad...

I was now bossed around by a freaking 23 years-old!

If you read this, Mike Porter, fuck you, deep in your tight arrogant ass!

Porter was a little brat who did not know shit about construction, but who had been plagued with the most annoying "know-it-all" attitude, only aggravated by his worthless and very recent college degree.

Without the gym to release the tension, I would have probably gone mad.

Thank God, I had met Jimmy at work and he had somehow become my best buddy.

He was ten years younger than I was, already married with a kid, but he was obsessed with the gym and we became a duo.

I did want to keep in shape, - I had always had -, and Jimmy pushed me out of my comfort zone while I was entering my forties. He needed a gym partner and I let him convince me that I should go harder on myself.

"Bruce, right now is precisely the moment when you need to push yourself and keep in shape!"

I am glad that he did.

I guess that I owe a lot to him in the end.

Anyway, we were seeing each other at work all the time, and at the gym three to five times a week.

I do not know if it was because I was more in shape than I was when in my thirties, or because "daddies" were the new hot thing at that moment, but at 46, I was getting more pussies than I had ever had in my entire life.

That was the cool part of aging up, I suppose!

"I wish I was like you, man. No wife to control your every single move. No one to report to. No kids to check on and worry about all day long. No responsibilities."

Jimmy was envying my life, and sometimes, I was envying his.

But he was right, maybe I had not made the best of my twenties and of my thirties, but I was finding myself better off than many of my colleagues in my forties.

They seemed trapped in loveless marriages and in their boring family life, while I was going out and banging chicks... and more often than not, their own wives!

Just to be clear, I never fucked Jimmy's woman though. Even if I am sure that I could have gotten into Doreen's bed, I had my principles.

Bros before Hoes. Right?

All things considered, it turned out that it was way more satisfying to date as a mature, all grown-up, man.

First of all, it seems like I was attracting younger and hotter chicks, as if I was a freaking honey pot for twenty-something sluts.

Second of all, I knew what I liked and most of all, what I was doing.

Trust me, I was giving those girls the fuck of their lives, being way more experienced and skilled than their clumsy college boyfriends.

I was not scared to get dirty, or downright raunchy, and they loved every second of it.

Most women love rough sex and that is a fact.

You would be surprised to know what your next-door neighbour truly desires when she allows herself to fantasize... I guess it is simply more difficult to show you slutty side with your husband and the father of your children.

With me though, they were insatiable.

Those bitches loved eating my ass, getting manhandled roughly, sucking my toes, slurping on my nipples like a hungry baby would on his mother, and taking it bareback.

I slapped, spanked, and choked them and they kept asking for more.

To think that there was a point in my life where my sex life had been limited to the same woman for more than ten years, and that we were both too shy to get naked with the lights on!

How stupid was I?!

Honestly, I am not even mad at my ex-wife for cheating on me at the time.

Sure, she was a snake, but can I blame her for looking for a good dicking when I used to be so bad at it?

I did have the massive uncut cock, - nearly nine inches of pure veiny meat, really impressive tool -, but it was like I had been scared to use it properly for a large part of my life.

Thirteen years of relationship, nine years of marriage, and I had not fucked Karen's ass even once.

What the hell was I doing with my life?

Believe me though, I did make it up for those wasted years!

When I got my first grey hair in my early forties, I got worried. Jimmy told me that girls were digging it but I was not trusting him. I was on a roll with women and I did not want to lose the most enjoyable part of my life.

I even considered trimming my hair or dying it.

See, I had never shaved or trimmed the bush around my junks and seeing my pubic hair turning grey was a shock.

But it turned out that Jimmy was absolutely right! It was even easier to get with chicks with my salt and pepper hair.

Thank you to whoever raised these girls for the daddy's issues!

One of Jimmy's gay friends called me "Silver Fox Daddy" once, and we all had a good laugh about it.

There were not many gay people where I lived or where I worked, so until my mid-forties, I had never had the chance to actually meet one. Or at the very least, to meet an openly gay man.

I know, that may sound crazy for some people living in large cities, but that was my reality.

When Jimmy introduced me to his friend Logan, I was all excited to talk to a "homo", just to see if he would be like I was imagining the queers in my mind.

That was silly, I am aware.

He was nothing like I had imagined.

Logan ordered the same beer, talked about the same football game, and worked the same type of boring job as we did. When he mentioned his boyfriend, Bernardo, I had almost forgotten that he was supposed to be a queer.

He was just a bro!

Yes, I had a lot of preconceived ideas back then.

Do not quit reading yet, I got to learn much more about the LGBT community in the months which followed...

For now, let's just say that I had some opportunities to get up-close and personal with some gay dudes later on in my journey.

Logan was Jimmy wife's cousin, and we spent an afternoon all together between men as Logan was in town for thanksgiving. He happened to also be a gym rat.

The dude was 34 and incredibly in shape. He was shredded from head to toes, but was completely hairless which was definitely a choice I would not have had made for myself.

I got a bit curious in the locker-rooms, wondering if he would check me out.

He definitely did.

I mean, I kind of exposed myself on purpose, wandering out of the showers stark naked, not even a towel around my waist, my large package on full display.

Logan got himself a good look at my low hanging balls, my fat cock, and my grey pubic hair.

At some point, I even pulled out the classic move of putting one of my feet on the bench to let everything dangle in full view at the level of his (shocked, but amazed) face.

The dude was practically drooling and he was definitely struggling to hide his hard-on.

For some reason, it turned me on a little, knowing that he would remember the sight of my massive genitals for a while.

Not that I was into him or anything, but I liked being appreciated.

Who does not?

That day, Logan was the first one to call me Silver Fox and the name sort of sticked afterwards.

Obviously, at first, it was only a joke between Jimmy and I. Then, it started to spread at work and I let it happen. It was a compliment after all.

Nick started working with us around the same period.

Let's be real, I disliked this moron as soon as I met him.

Freshly out of high-school, barely 19, cocky and arrogant as one could be, he was already trying to befriend the boss (fucking Mike Porter) to get away with arriving late on site, or messing up with the work.

Clearly, generation Z or whatever it was called at this point, did not have the work ethic that I had when I was his age.

The guy was constantly on his phone, filming shirtless TikToks all day, fixing his blond hair, attempting to re-do ridiculous dances instead of doing the job he was paid for.

Hearing the same snippets of music repeating over and over again was getting on my last nerve.

And for Christ's sake, the dude was fit, he had some nice meaty pecs and biceps going for him, but did he need to flaunt it on the internet 24/7?!

No surprise that today's generation is practically brain-dead.

I tried to put some sense into his worthless mind but I was the one being scolded by Porter afterwards. Something about building a "safe working environment" or some shit.

I had called Nick a "little fucker" and this was apparently "not acceptable in 2024".

Somehow, I was the bad guy in the story.

The idea that I had to bow down to these gen-Z idiots was driving me nuts.

Jimmy was on my side but he was smart enough to avoid any conflict with the younger bucks.

"I do my job, I get my pay, and I go home." He was often saying.

"Same, but I'm still allowed to bitch about them, right?"

"Damn right."

The truth was, being the oldest in the team, I was respected enough not to be messed with too much.

Besides, I knew Mike's dad very well, he had been an old friend of my own dad and my direct boss for more than twenty years. The young Porter could not be too annoying with me.

Still, when I had to suffer through a full day with Nick on site, I seriously wanted to quit.

I needed the money though.

My father was a great man and he had worked hard all of his life, but he had a dirty vice... Gambling.

The family house had been mortgaged for a while and the medical bills we had to pay at the end of his life had put me in a severe financial hardship.

I almost lost my shitty apartment because of it.

To make a long story short, I needed to keep my job, no matter how exhausting it was, or how annoying that 19 years-old brat could be with his phone glued to his hand, and his teenage abs on display.

Then again, who would have thought that this prick would change my life?

I guess it all started during a very hot afternoon in mid-July.

Normally, on days like this, Mike's father would have let us go home as it was too dangerous to work under the heat.

But the new boss did not have that much consideration for his employees.

"No delays on site, all payments on time"; That was his motto.

I was working on a roof and I was, once again, considering quitting. I was getting too old for this bullshit.

I was sweating so much that my tank-top was drenched. It was literally as if I had taken a shower. I painfully took it off to wring it out.

"Arrrgh."

The sleeveless top stank like shit and so did I!

"Hey, Silver Fox!"

Good Lord, that was Nick calling me out... Just what I needed!

[Chapter 1 continues below]

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They may be erotic, but all the stories I’ve written are true, real life experiences of mine.
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If it happened, it happened.

It was the early 1990s my wife Misty had the office to herself, as she leisurely gazed out the window watching the occasional logging truck as it navigates its way around the tight town’s square.
She takes a deep breath as it turns a sharp right at the corner, watching the logs coming inches from the back of her beloved Chevy Nova.

“ Whoo! That was close!…Thought I was fixing to kick some truckers ass! “
She says as she lights up a Marlboro red.

Looking out into the square again she watched an old brown pickup truck park in one of the parking places. A man gets out and he walks over to a food truck.

Something about him draws Misty’s attention. She watches him closely with a feeling she knows him from somewhere before. He just appears to be an average guy from the distance wearing ragged jeans work boots and a flannel shirt with a baseball cap. His hair was long of a reddish brown color. He also had a beard.

He ordered himself a BBQ sandwich with a drink. He proceeded to eat and drink while standing next to a park bench chatting with the old men that always gathered there.

When he finished eating he looks across the street, spotting my wife’s Chevy Nova also recognizing it from his memories.
He proceeded to toss his trash into a trash can and started walking towards the car looking it over then at the real estate office it was parked in front of.

From inside the office at her desk my wife turns as white as a ghost when she finally realizes who this is.

“ That’s Aron?…That Son of a Bitch supposed to be dead? “

Was what she said just before he walks into the door.

“ Hi I’m kind of new into town and sort of looking for a place to rent or lease or whatever. “

“ Aron you ain’t new to this town! “
Misty says calling his bluff.

She sees his sparkling blue eyes light up he smiles from beneath his long nasty unkept beard.

“ You recognize me? “

“ Yes and I know some other people that’s gonna recognize you, namely my mother if she comes back…She paid for your funeral…What have you got to say to that? “

“ It wasn’t my funeral cause I’m still here! “

“ So you faked your death?…What about your wife?…Who’s been my best friend forever?…You got any idea how bad you hurt her? “

Tears started welling up in Aron’s sparkling blue eyes, yes he felt a burden of guilt weighing heavily on his heart.

Misty rolls her chair out from behind her desk she turns facing him with her legs crossed and arms folded across her chest.

“ I’m waiting! “
She said with anger in her voice, taking the last draw from her cigarette then blowing the exhaled smoke in his face before crushing out the cigarette in the ashtray.

She demanded an answer for why he put them through over a year and a half before.

“ It wasn’t my fault…I swear! It was a condition of them releasing me from prison that I had to do a job for them. “

“ Who is them? “

“ The government. “

“ What kind of job? “

“ That’s classified! “

Misty sighs as she processed his answers.

“ When me and Shirley was just girls! You went on trial for armed robbery! Right there at that courthouse! “
Misty pointed across the square to the courthouse.

“ Am I right or wrong? “
Misty says in a raised voice.

“ Yeah I was on trial a lot of times there.”

“ I mean the time that you were finally sent away? “

Aron nods his head shamefully.

“ Then years later they let you out for what?…8 moths or close to a year, where you start your life over getting a job and getting married? Oh and by the way this caused Shirley’s daddy to die from a heart attack!…Did you know that man loved you like a son? “

Aron starts to break down.

“ I’m sorry…I’m sorry!…I didn’t mean to hurt everyone! “

“ So if your here? As you appear to be! Who’s in the grave over at the cemetery? “

“ I don’t know the government did all that, that’s how they do these things. “

“ So you expect me to believe the government kills you off so you could go kill off some third world dictator on the other side of the world? “

“ Sort of like that but all that’s classified so I can’t talk about it. “

“ You’re a robber a thief and a thug!…You expect me to believe the government is gonna use trash like you to do a job like that? “

“ Like I said before I can’t talk about it. “

“ Okay then answer me this. Why out of all the places you could have gone to start over?…Why here? “

“ Because this is home. “

Misty listened to his answer as she looks him into his crying eyes.

“ Okay then how do you think you’re gonna make all this right with us?…Assuming that that’s why you’re here? “

She patiently waits for his answer.

“ First of all how much did the funeral cost!…I’ll be glad to pay your mother whatever she wants. “
He starts to reach for his wallet.

“ The money is not the point Arron! “
Misty pointed out.

Things like love, loyalty, friendship or companionship can not truly be bought with money.

Those things have to be legitimately earned.

“ What about Shirley? How do you honestly think you’re gonna make this up to her? “

“ There is a florist just down the street? I was planning on going there next? “

“ A fruit basket with a caring card ain’t gonna cut it Arron! “

“ Yeah I know. I don’t know yet. “

“ What about me Aron? What you gonna do for me? “

My wife said to him still crossing her sexy hosed legs. He watched as her high heeled pump fell slightly from her foot. He then noticed her eyeing his crotch.

He reached for the snap and zipper of his Wranglers and it was just like he’d let the horse out of the barn.

Misty suddenly gasps at the length and girth of it.

Another logging truck passes by, Arron’s massive cock could easily be compared to a huge pine log in Misty’s mind.

Misty sat there cock shocked with her jaw dropped as she stares at it.

Arron knew then he had my wife under his spell.

“ Unbutton your blouse and take out your tits! “
Arron said testing her.

Without a word of protest she complies.

He stepped over to her and roughly groped her for a moment.

“ Looks like they’ve gotten bigger, since I’ve seen you last? “

Misty just nods allowing him to play.

“ Now you fucking Cunt! Get on your knees and get busy! “

Without hesitation my wife was on the floor grasping his huge girth into her soft small hand.

“ It’s so big??? “

“ Yeah that’s what all the women say! “
Arron says to himself confidently.

“ You still dating that looser you were with last time we fucked? “

“ That’s my husband. We were married then. “
Misty said reminding him.

“ I bet my cock is bigger and better than his? “

“ Oh yeah! “
Misty said in agreement as she opens wide, feeling his cock stretching her mouth.

She gags and chokes trying to get him down her throat.
After about five minutes he grabs her long hair pulling her back to her feet, with authority he throws onto her desk, snatching her skirt down and powerfully rips her thong completely off.

Bent over her desk she lets out a blood curdling squeal as he shoved his cock into her tight cunt.

My wife grabs a hold of the desk for support, her big tits hang and swing as she’s fucked hard looking straight out the window. The blinds are open, people walking by can easily see her getting fucked.

“ Wow!…Wish that was me right now! “
A young woman says passing by hearing Misty’s moans and cries.

Yeah when Arron fucks you you just don’t moan you squeal, cry and may even beg for mercy, as a lot of men did during his stay in prison.

After about 10 minutes of animal like sex.
Arron’s cock was hitting bottom and still he had plenty of dick to go.

Arron says in a demanding voice.

“ Where is your lube? “

Misty pouring sweat and gasping for breath, stretched and slung open one of the desk drawers.

Arron looked over and picked up the jar of Vaseline.

He pulls out of my wife’s spent cunt, it felt gapped open enough that a fucking freight train could pass through it.

With a look of fear on her face, and tears and sweat streaking her makeup, she watched Arron slather up the lube onto his cock.

“ Please be gentle. “
My wife begs him, knowing it’s no use for her to say no.

As her pussy whipped husband Misty always tells me no.
I don’t get my way with her, I guess cause I’m pussy whipped or just a pussy myself that she can just push around and get her way.

But Arron here is the rough guy, and he always gets his way.

Misty feels her but cheeks being parted then his massive mushroom tip pushing in, followed by his thick base spreading and stretching her ass wide.

She turned around grabbing his arm holding on for dear life with the look of pure agony on her face.

He nods acknowledging her pain but doesn’t do nothing but fuck her harder.

She moans and comes repeatedly by his big balls slapping against her cunt.

Misty leans forward and looks downward at her chubby belly, feeling his big dick up inside her stomach.

“ When I cum!…I want to see it shoot out your mouth! “

“ Shit!…Is that a thing? “
Misty asks herself with a gulp.

Taking the pounding that she was that didn’t seem to be out of possibility.

Misty’s finally comes her last orgasm, by this point she was spent and felt almost as if she was just a dead carcass lying there across her desk.

Arron then grabbed her waist she feels him balls deep inside her as he explodes filling her bowels with his hot seed.

Finally he pulls out and smacked her ass hard.

“ I told you I wanted to see my cum shoot out your mouth! “

Misty then collapsed into her leather chair. His cum oozes and puddles into the soft leather of the chair, as she sits there legs wide, cunt gapped, ass leaking and tits sagging.

“ Damn girl! You look like pure Hell! “

He said zipping up his cock.
He then took out his wallet and took out $5,000.00 in cash and dropped it on her desk.

“ If the funeral cost more than that, let me know!…I don’t want your mother hanging that bull shit over my head! And don’t tell Shirley I’m back! “

He then exits the office goes back to his truck and drives away.

My wife sits there in a daze for a minute before getting to her feet. She wobbles about in her high heels, as she locks the door and closes the blinds.
She then kicks off her heels and weakly wobbles to the bathroom and takes a hot shower reflecting on what just happened to her.

Zeke and Gage woke up in their barracks, feeling groggy and disoriented after a night of heavy drinking. The two men, both 22, were fresh out of college and had enlisted together in the army. They were shipped off to boot camp last month for basic training under the harsh supervision of Drill Instructor First Sergeant Kolton.

Kolton was a muscular, 52-year-old career military man with a gruff demeanor and zero tolerance for any nonsense. He ruled the barracks with an iron fist, keeping the young recruits in line through a combination of grueling physical training, verbal berating, and fear. Zeke thought he was a bit crazy, but Gage just laughed it off.

"Rise and shine, maggots!" Kolton bellowed, storming into the barracks to wake up his groggy charges. "Drop and give me 50 push ups NOW!"

The men scrambled to the floor in a flurry of groans and curses, falling into neat rows to start their morning PT. Zeke and Gage were lined up next to each other, both struggling to get into the rhythm.

"Heh, fucking Kolton man, he's crazy," Zeke muttered under his breath between grunts. "This is some bullshit..."

Gage chuckled, his abs clenching as he lowered his body down. "I know right? But you get used to it after a while. Just try not to crack a smile, that only pisses him off more."

As if on cue, Kolton came storming over, his boots thudding heavily on the floor. "Glad you're having so much fun, maggots! How 'bout you two showboats run a few laps for that, yeah?"

Zeke and Gage shot to their feet, grabbing their gear and hustling out of the barracks to make their laps around the drill field. They trudged along, sipping water and grumbling quietly when they thought Kolton wasn't looking.

Finally, PT was over and they could head back to the barracks to shower and get some chow. The two men were quiet as they ate their meager rations, still worn out from their morning workout. Before long, Kolton was at it again.

"Alright listen up! We're heading out on a training exercise in the woods. Gear up and meet at the front of the barracks in ten minutes. And no fucking around, you hear me? I wanna see serious faces. This ain't no party, boy scouts."

Zeke rolled his eyes as he grabbed his pack. "Great, just what we need. Another boring ass training op."

Gage smirked and slung his arm around Zeke's shoulders. "Buck up babe, it'll be fun. Maybe we can sneak away for a little one-on-one time, if you know what I mean."

Zeke tensed up and shrugged off his friend's arm. "Not a good idea, man. One, Kolton would have our asses. And two, we can't... I mean... it's not right."

Gage frowned but let it drop. He knew Zeke was still closeted and skittish about fooling around with other guys. They'd messed around before, but Zeke always seemed to regret it and get cold feet afterwards.

The troops fell into formation and followed Kolton out into the forest, splitting off into smaller groups. Zeke and Gage were lumped in with Kolton, much to their chagrin. They trudged along for miles, picking up branches and critiquing the terrain like good little soldiers.

"Alright maggots, we're making camp here," Kolton finally announced, gesturing towards a small clearing. He had them pitch their tents and gather firewood, standing over them in a hawk.

As night fell, Zeke and Gage found themselves paired up in the same small two-man tent, along with Kolton. They shuffled around in the cramped space, trying to find a comfortable position on the hard ground.

Kolton, ever paranoid, insisted on keeping the light on. He stripped off his shirt, displaying a thick, furry chest to his charges. Zeke and Gage tried their best to ignore his near-nudity and the way his cock tented his shorts.

Zeke, restless with arousal, kept sneaking glances at Gage's chiseled body. Gage caught him staring and smirked, making a little show of reaching down to adjust himself. Zeke swallowed hard, his own cock starting to swell and peek out the top of his boxers.

Unable to resist, Zeke reached over and brushed his fingers against the bulge in Gage's underwear. Gage gasped and bucked his hips up, seeking more of Zeke's touch. Zeke bit his lip to stifle a moan and pulled Gage's boxers down, freeing his erection.

"Oh god," Zeke breathed, wrapping his hand around Gage's thick cock. He gave it a slow stroke from base to tip, marveling at the weight and heat of it in his palm.

Gage whimpered and thrust into Zeke's grip, his own hand reaching over to palm at the bulge in Zeke's shorts. "Fuck, I want you so bad," he groaned, squeezing and fondling Zeke through the fabric.

Tentative at first, Zeke soon worked his shorts down and pulled his own aching cock out. It sprang free, slapping up against his abs. Gage's eyes went wide and he licked his lips, leaning over to swallow the head between his lips.

"Unngh fuck, your mouth feels so good," Zeke grunted, fisting his hand in Gage's hair. He bucked his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Gage's eager mouth.

Gage moaned around the shaft, sending delicious vibrations up Zeke's length. He flattened his tongue and lapped at the underside before taking him deeper, until his nose was buried in Zeke's coarse pubes.

Zeke panted harshly, lost in sensation as Gage worshipped his cock like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. His friend took him all the way to the root and swallowed around him, making Zeke see stars.

"Oh god, oh fuck, I'm gonna..." Zeke gasped, his balls drawing up tight. At the last second, he yanked Gage off his cock by the hair and scrambled on top of him. He grabbed both their cocks in his fist and started pumping them together, moaning like the whore he was.

Gage threw his head back and keened, fucking into Zeke's grip alongside his own prick. "Yes, yes, just like that," he babbled, his eyes rolling back in his skull. "Make me cum, Zeke, please!"

Zeke slammed his mouth over Gage's in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth as he jerked them off with abandon. He could feel Gage's cock pulsing in his hand, growing impossibly harder. He swiped his thumb over the leaking slit, feeling it twitch and spasm.

"Fucking cum for me," Zeke demanded, grinding his cock against Gage's. He felt his balls hitch and tighten, the tension coiling hot and tight in his core. "Cum with me, Gage, now!"

Gage let out a broken wail and exploded, his cock jerking and spurting thick ropes of cum all over their joined fists. The sensation of Gage's release triggered Zeke's own orgasm and he followed seconds later, his vision whiting out as he shot his load.

Zeke and Gage clung to each other, gasping and shuddering through the aftershocks. They were so lost in their blissed out high that they didn't even register Kolton's presence until he slammed his hand down on their shoulder, making them both yelp.

"What the fuck do you two think you're doing?" Kolton roared, his eyes bulging with shock and something else entirely. "You fucking faggots! Get your asses up!"

Zeke and Gage scrambled to attention, both their cocks still stiff and leaking. They stood at attention, naked and shaking, and tried to come up with some kind of excuse.

"I-I'm sorry sir," Zeke stammered, his face beet red. "It won't happen again."

"Damn right it won't!" Kolton barked. He reached out and grabbed their cocks, making them both gasp and twitch. "Well well, lookit these fat fucking dicks. You boys sure like touching this, huh?"

Kolton started pumping their pricks, squeezing and tugging at their sensitive flesh. Zeke and Gage whimpered and bucked into his fist, overwhelmed by sensation.

"You like that, don't you?" Kolton growled, leaning in close. "You like it when I touch you. Fucking cocksucking queers."

He spat on their cocks, making them twitch and dribble. Zeke and Gage moaned brokenly, their knees going weak as Kolton worked them closer to the edge with his brutal strokes.

Kolton unzipped his pants and pulled out his own enormous cock. It was thick and veiny, the swollen head purple and leaking steadily. Zeke and Gage's eyes went round at the size of it, mouths watering in spite of themselves.

"Get on your knees and open wide," Kolton ordered, fisting his huge cock. "Time to see if you little butt boys can handle a real man's dick."

Zeke and Gage exchanged a frantic look, but then Kolton was slapping his heavy cock against their cheeks, leaving streaks of pre. They had no choice but to part their lips and take him in, moaning whorishly around his thick shaft.

"That's it, fucking choke on it," Kolton groaned, forcing his way deeper. "Take it all like the cock hungry cumsluts you are."

Zeke and Gage did their best to relax, letting Kolton hammer into their throats. Drool ran down their chins as he fucked their faces, grunting and cursing above them.

Kolton reached down and grabbed their hair, forcing Gage's face down into his crotch. "Stick your tongue in my asshole while your buddy sucks me off," he commanded. "Get it nice and wet."

Gage whimpered but dutifully swiped his tongue over Kolton's twitching hole, feeling it clench and flutter against his mouth. He fucking rimmed Kolton through his orgasm, moaning as he tasted the musky flavor of his sweat and pre.

When Kolton finally pulled out, he yanked Gage off his cock and jammed back into Zeke's throat. "Swallow my load, bitch," he snarled, slamming in balls deep. "Drink it all down like a good little cumdump."

Zeke's eyes rolled back as Kolton's cock jerked and spurted, pumping a massive load directly into his stomach. He gulped and swallowed reflexively, making an avaricious sound as Kolton's creamy jizz flooded his mouth and throat.

Kolton pulled out with a wet pop, allowing Zeke to gasp in a breath. He turned his attention to Gage, reaching down to grab his ass. "Over you go, boy. Time to show you how a real man fucks."

Gage struggled onto his hands and knees, his legs shaking. He tensed up as Kolton spat crudely on his hole, spreading it around with his cockhead. Then, with one hard thrust, Kolton sank into him to the root.

"Holy fuck!" Gage bellowed, seeing stars from the sudden intrusion. His hole burned and stretched around the massive intrusion, clenching down as if to push Kolton out.

But Kolton just laughed and started bouncing on his heels, effectively slamming into Gage's guts. "Damn, this little fuckhole is tight," he grunted, sweat dripping down his chest. "Gonna ruin this ass, make it mine."

Zeke whimpered and fisted his cock as he watched Kolton rail into Gage. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the filthy slap of Kolton's heavy balls against Gage's asscheeks, the way Gage's hole fluttered and sucked greedily around Kolton's pistoning cock.

"Touch yourself," Kolton ordered harshly. "Get hard for me while I wreck your buddy's ass."

Zeke obeyed, stroking his own throbbing erection as he watched the erotic scene unfold. Gage was a debauched mess, tongue lolling out as he got pounded within an inch of his life. Kolton just looked like a feral beast, rutting into Gage with single-minded intensity.

They didn't last long, all three of them pushed to the brink by the depravity of it all. Gage went first, crying out brokenly as he spilled untouched all over the forest floor. Zeke followed with a strangled moan, his cock pulsing in his fist as he shot all over Gage's back.

Kolton let out an animalistic roar as he slammed in one last time, brutally grinding into Gage's abused hole. Gage could feel him twitch and surge against his walls, the sloppy squelch of Kolton's cock pumping him full of cum.

It seemed to go on forever, Kolton's balls clenching and unclenching as he emptied into Gage's guts. When it was finally over, Kolton pulled out with a filthy wet sound, a river of spooge pouring out of Gage's gaping hole after him.

"Fuck, now that's a well-fucked ass," Kolton panted, looking ridiculously smug. "You two better pray none of the other guys smell the cum on you, or you'll be passing it around the whole platoon. Now get dressed and clean up. We leave in ten."

Zeke and Gage staggered to their feet, legs quaking and holes leaking messily. They dressed in numb silence, not daring to meet each other's eyes. One thing was for sure - boot camp was going to be a wild ride from now on.

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I got to the Motel just as the sun was setting over the Laramie River Valley, the Medicine Bow Mountains in the distance. It looked a little like Oklahoma, except there were mountains on the horizon. The mountains changed color. That must be what they mean when we sing “Purple Mountain’s majesty above the fruited plain.”

I got a coke out of the machine and figured I’d go to my room to take a bath, then I remembered it was just a shower. I felt homesick something awful. I was nearly twenty years old and didn’t have no place feeling homesick, being the hero of the rodeo and all. I saved Cody’s life and that Canadian’s life too, but there it was just the same. Homesick.

I heard a door open behind me. I spun around and there was Cody, lighting a cigar in his bathrobe.

“Hey, Brightie.”

“Howdy.” I couldn’t hide my smile.

“You ready to have a good time?”

“Uh, yes sir.”

He put out his cigar on the railing. “Well come on in. Don’t just stand there.”

I felt wobbly walking toward the door. I was excited because I knew what that empty feeling was. I mostly felt it all the time but never noticed it until after I saw Cody. He made it go away. Cody grabbed me and pulled me into his room. We got to kissing real fast and hard, like we was wolves fighting over a rabbit.

I got into it this time. When Cody wasn’t filling my mouth with his tongue, I pushed my way into his mouth. It tasted like cigar smoke. His bathrobe was tied, but it couldn’t stop his huge dick from poking through. It was half hard, rubbing up against my pant leg. I got hard too; my dick felt awful cramped in those jeans.

“Boy, are you sure you ain’t a faggot?”

I blushed because all I knew of that word was how the cowboys at school would shout at sissy boys before they kicked ‘em in the head. I definitely didn’t want to be no faggot.

“N-no, sir.”

“No you ain’t a faggot, or no you ain’t sure?”

“I ain’t sure.”

He picked me up and threw me onto the bed. I laughed because it reminded me of when I was a little kid and my dad would play airplane with me.

“Take your pants off, Brightie.”

I wasn’t wearing underwear, but I took ‘em off all the same. My dick shot up straight like a flagpole.

“Nice. Now your shirt.”

“I unsnapped it with one yank, even after mama told me it wore the shirt out faster. I tossed it onto the floor.

“Shoo-wee, look at you!”

I wasn’t sure what he was looking at, but he liked what he saw.

“Now roll over. I wanna see your ass.”

I wasn’t used to so much cursing, but I liked it. I rolled over, putting my pecker between my legs so I could lie flat. “Like this?”

“Yep.”

He put his hand on my ass and started moving it around real slow like. I could feel his fingers graze my balls. His hands were warm. I liked how they cut through the chill in the air. He played with my butt cheeks, warming them and spanking softly. Then he licked his middle finger and rubbed it around my butthole. Up till then, my butthole was something dirty that you gotta clean. I had no idea it could feel so good to have it touched that way. Cody’s magic touch had me all jumpy. I was twitching down there.

But then Cody spat on my ass and pressed his finger partway into my hole, then withdrew. It didn’t hurt but it felt weird when he pressed again, going a little deeper. It was like pooping, only back and forth.

Cody knew what he was doing. Pretty soon he had that finger in all the way to the knuckle. He was prodding and pushing places I never knew existed. My dick started dribbling some clear stuff that looked like cactus juice. Cody caught some of it on his finger and used it to make my hole even more slippery.

Wham! He yanked out his finger and buried his face in my butt. He kissed my butthole, sticking his tongue in there hard and licking me inside. That was the best feeling so far. I wriggled and bucked like a bronco, but his mouth never left my ass. He slapped my butt hard.

He lifted his head and leaned forward, whispering in my ear, “I wish I could fuck your little ass,” then returned to my butthole.

I can’t say I knew exactly what that would be like, but right then I didn’t care because I felt like a cowgirl who just won the barrel race.

He stopped. “Now it’s your turn.”

I knew what he wanted, but I was not sure I should put my mouth there.

“Don’t worry, I just showered.” His hair was wet so I knew he wasn’t lying.

He took off his bathrobe and got on all fours on his bed. His big bull dick dangled between his tree-trunk thighs. But my eyes were on his ass.

It was a great big butt, with soft peach fuzz on the cheeks and wiry black hairs down in the crack. The two mounds of his butt were like two honeydew melons side by side. He was such a big man, my face could disappear down the valley between them.

He wore shorts outdoors. I could tell because his ass cheeks were white but his legs were the color of caramel. I leaned in and buried my face in him, gently touching his hole with my tongue. He jumped and I saw the pucker expand, forming a hole where I could stick my tongue. I did. As I pressed harder, his hole relaxed to let in more of my tongue. He shifted his weight, taking both hands and grabbing his butt cheeks. He spread them apart to allow me closer access to his hiney hole. I stuck my tongue in all the way. It tasted like a combination of the time I put a penny in my mouth mixed with the time my mom washed my mouth out with soap for saying “damn”. It was a flavor I wouldn’t ever order at the ice cream parlor, but now, on my buried tongue, it tasted great.

Again his hole gave way, letting me press my lips up to his ass. It stayed loose.

Now I’ve seen horses and dogs do it, so I know what happens, but I didn’t know they could do it in the butt. Bill Gresham says that’s not what happens which is why you never see two boy dogs doing it. But what does he know?

Anyway, right then, when I felt Cody’s hole relax completely, I knew I needed to put my penis in his butt. I just knew, like second nature. Nobody had to tell me. I just got on my haunches and pushed on his butt until it lined up, then I put it there, just outside the hole.

Cody looked back at me. “Fuck me, Brightie” and that was all I needed.

I told you before my dick is long but not very thick. I knew it would go in easy. That was why I was surprised when Cody put his hand on my belly to push me back before I was even one-fourth of the way in. He rubbed some Albolene on my dick.

“You ever done this before, Brightie”?

“Nuh-uh.”

“Go slow.”

I went slow at first. Even with that slippery Albolene, I could only go about halfway before it got too tight. I knew I needed to loosen him up some more. I increased my speed a little, and each time, I felt Cody let me in a little more. Once I had enough room, I picked up the pace,

I saw Cody, the big bull-riding cowboy, grab the sheets and grunt with pain. But I couldn’t stop. Soon, Cody’s grunts changed and it sounded like he was enjoying it. He relaxed his grip on the sheets and grinned big.

“Damn, Brightie, I thought you was gonna split me in two!”

Now it was my turn to grin.

I still wasn’t all the way in. When I leaned in hard, I felt my dick hit a wall. There was still an inch or two to go. I tried to push my way around the wall, but my dick was rock hard and couldn’t bend. I thrust a couple of times, banging the wall. Cody yelped.

But then, like everything so far, I just kept doing it and his cries turned to whispered words like “Sweet Jesus,” or “Yeah, right there.”

Cody reached back and slapped my ass. I slapped his right back, and felt him tighten. Now it was my turn to whisper and moan. It was heaven on Earth.

Cody lifted a leg and rotated on my dick like a corn dog on a stick. I was deep inside him, so I couldn’t pop out, even with that slippery lotion all over my dong. I never stopped pumping.

Cody’s legs were in the air, so I grabbed his ankles and pushed him to elevate his hole a little. Now I could go deep, hitting that hole with my hips. Except I could see his face, and he was wincing every time I punched that wall. I stopped.

“Am I hurting you”?

“Hell no! Fuck me harder!”

I pounded him as hard as I could. His eyes fluttered and instead of wincing, he just moaned like a sheep stuck in a ditch. His big soft dick lay across his thighs, and his giant balls jiggled each time I hit them with my belly.

Cody looked happy. He sweated and puffed, a big grin spread over his face. Looking down at him made me even more excited. Here I was, a lowly rodeo clown, fucking a giant bull rider, his fat cock rolling back and forth on his leg with each thrust of my dick.

I didn’t need anything else. That warm feeling in my belly appeared out of nowhere, got white hot, and blam! I was filling Cody’s hole. It felt like a dam burst on a river.

“Damn, that’s good!” I shouted, not even caring if I used a curse word. The river drained into the basin, and I pulled out my dick, causing milky white sauce to fall out of Cody’s crack. He caught it with his big palm and slurped it like it was chicken soup.

He sat up and kissed me hard, wrapping me in his huge arms. I felt his dick on my leg. It was getting hard.

I said, “Okay, now it’s your turn.”

PART 1

Hi, I’m Justin. I’m 26, and I guess you could say I’m pretty disciplined when it comes to my lifestyle. I stay active with a mix of weightlifting and running, which has helped me maintain a lean, muscular build. I’ve got fair skin and light brown hair that I keep neatly styled—it just feels like part of who I am. I wear glasses, and I think they soften my sharper features a bit, making me seem a little more approachable. My eyes are blue, and people tell me I always look focused like I’m always analyzing the world around me. I try to carry myself with confidence, but I’ll admit there’s a part of me that’s naturally reserved—it’s just how I’ve always been.

You know that moment when you realize your life is the perfect balance of chaos and calm? That’s me and Emilio. We share a two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment in the middle of Downtown Miami—a place that’s just big enough to live in but small enough to make you question your personal space every now and then. Not that I mind. Emilio’s been my best friend for three years, and if I’m being honest, I don’t think I’ve laughed as much in my entire life as I have since we met.

We have a good arrangement. It's easy, comfortable, and maybe a little unconventional. For starters, we usually spend our time at home in just our boxers, often cuddling on the couch, watching movies, listening to music, drinking beers, and sometimes Emilio falls asleep in my bed. He doesn't know I'm bisexual because I keep it on the down low. Even though he’s extremely attractive, I’ve never felt any romantic feelings towards him, and it's probably because I had a girlfriend when we met.

Emilio is a 27-year-old Mexican man with a striking athletic build that reflects his dedication to fitness. His smooth, golden-brown skin glows under natural light, complementing his sharp jawline and expressive dark brown eyes. His short, thick black hair is always neatly styled, giving him a polished yet effortless look. Emilio’s toned physique, especially his sculpted abs and broad shoulders, is the result of years of playing soccer and working out—a passion he has had since childhood. His confident posture and relaxed demeanor make him magnetic.

Lately, ever since my breakup with my girlfriend, I’ve been experiencing some unexpected feelings. There's something about his smile that lingers, especially when he playfully teases me. His laughter seems to resonate deep within me, bringing a warmth I didn’t anticipate. And when he walks into the room, shirtless and with damp hair from the shower, I can’t help but feel my heart race. I try to brush it off, telling myself it’s just a natural reaction to spending so much time with someone who seems perfect. It feels like he’s awakening a part of me that I try to put to rest when I'm around him.

The mornings in our apartment always had a certain cadence to them. The kind of rhythm that felt unspoken, like an unintentional routine we’d fallen into over the years. This morning was no different. The hum of the coffee maker filled the quiet space, the smell of freshly brewed coffee slowly spreading through the kitchen. I stood there, leaning against the counter in my boxers, a warm mug in my hands, waiting for the caffeine to kickstart my day. The sunlight poured through the window above the sink, highlighting the faint scratches on the countertop and the clutter Emilio had left behind—an empty cereal bowl, his protein shaker, and a half-eaten banana. Typical.

I sighed, picking up the bowl and rinsing it out. It wasn’t that I minded cleaning up after him—it was just… Emilio. He had this way of leaving little pieces of himself everywhere he went, like he was marking his territory. The couch always had one of his hoodies draped over the back. The bathroom sink was perpetually crowded with his hair products. And the kitchen always bore evidence of his hurried breakfast before his morning run.

“Morning, sunshine,” came a voice from behind me, startling me out of my thoughts.

I turned to see Emilio standing in the doorway, his hair sticking up in every direction and a lazy grin on his face. He wore only a pair of black boxer briefs, his bulge prominently visible. His tanned skin glistened with sweat from his workout. He had that post-run glow—flushed cheeks, tousled hair, and a smugness that came from knowing he had accomplished more before 8 a.m. than most people would in an entire day.

“Morning,” I muttered, grabbing my coffee and taking a sip. “You’re dripping sweat all over the floor.”

He shrugged, unapologetic as he grabbed a glass from the cabinet. “Adds character to the place.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. That was Emilio for you—carefree and completely unbothered by the mess he left in his wake. It was infuriating. And, somehow, endearing.

He leaned against the counter, gulping down water like he’d just crossed the Sahara. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and I found myself staring a little too long at the way his abs tensed with every movement. I quickly looked away, focusing on my coffee like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“You’re up early,” he said, his voice still a little hoarse from the run. “Big day at work?”

“Something like that,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral. The truth was, I’d woken up early because my dick was hard as a rock; I masturbated. But I wasn’t about to tell him that.

He smirked like he could see right through me. “You’re such a mystery, bro. Always so fucking serious.”

“And you’re always so annoying,” I shot back, but there was no bite to my words. This was how we were—constant banter, a never-ending game of who could get under the other’s skin first.

Emilio laughed, that warm, easy sound that always seemed to fill the room. “You love it.”

I didn’t respond, taking another sip of my coffee instead. Because the truth was, he was right. I did love it. I loved the way he could make me laugh even when I didn’t want to. I loved the way he brought a kind of chaos into my life that I hadn’t realized I needed. And I hated that I loved it so much.

“Anyway,” he said, setting his glass down and stretching his arms over his head. “I’m about to take a shower. Try not to miss me too much.”

“Don’t slip and fall,” I called after him as he disappeared down the hallway, his laughter echoing behind him.

After Emilio went to take a shower, I stood in the kitchen for a moment longer, finishing the last sip of my coffee. After rinsing out Emilio’s cereal bowl—because apparently, cleaning up after himself is too much work for him—and decided to get ready for the day. You know, normal stuff. Emilio was already in the shower, and I figured I’d just pop in, grab my toothbrush, and brush my teeth while he finished up. We’ve shared the bathroom a million times before. No big deal.

But the second I opened the door, I knew I’d made a mistake.

The room was warm, filled with steam and the smell of his body wash—sandalwood and citrus, because Emilio’s bougie like that. The mirror was fogged up, and the sound of water hitting the tile filled the space. I wasn’t even thinking about it. I just walked in, grabbed my toothbrush, and started squeezing toothpaste onto it.

And then I saw him.

The shower curtain wasn’t fully closed—there was this small gap near the edge. And through it, I could see Emilio. He was standing under the water, one hand against the wall, and the other, stroking his massive cock.

I froze. Like, completely froze. My brain short-circuited. I didn’t even realize I was staring until it was too late. But how could I not? The guy’s built like a Greek god, and there he was, completely naked, water dripping down his chest, abs flexing with
every movement. His hand jerking his girthy 8-inch uncut cock with purpose.

My heart pounded in my chest as I watched, transfixed. A part of me wanted to bolt, to pretend I hadn't stumbled upon this intimate moment. But another part, a darker, more curious part, urged me to stay. Before I could rationalize further, Emilio let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as he continued to stroke himself.

Emilio's thick, veiny shaft glistened with droplets of water, each pulse of his hand sending ripples along its length. The foreskin clung tightly to the head, creating an obscene bulge at the base. As he pumped faster, the skin began to pull back, revealing a glimpse of the swollen, reddish-purple crown beneath.

His balls, heavy and loose, swung freely with each thrust of his hips. They were hairless, smooth as marble, and seemed to draw my attention like magnets. I found myself wondering what they would feel like in my palm, weighed down with pent-up semen...

Emilio's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he neared climax. And then—because, of course, this is my life—he opened his eyes.

For a split second, neither of us moved. It was like time stopped, and all I could think was, *Oh, shit.* Then Emilio turned his head slightly, and I swear, the smirk on his face was almost instant. He didn’t even look embarrassed—just surprised and then amused.

“Bro!” he laughed, pulling the shower curtain closed with one hand while trying to cover himself with the other. “What the fuck? Get out of here!”

And that’s when my brain finally decided to start working again. “Shit—sorry!” I blurted out, my voice cracking like I was a teenager again. I spun around so fast I nearly dropped my toothbrush, fumbled with the doorknob like an idiot, and slammed the door shut behind me.

I stood there in the hallway, my back pressed against the door, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. My face was on fire, and I could still hear Emilio laughing from the other side of the door.

“Dude, you could’ve knocked!” he called out, his voice muffled by the running water and the door between us.

I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “I didn’t know you were… I wasn’t trying to—ugh, forget it!” I shouted back, my voice cracking again. Great. Real smooth, Justin.

And, of course, Emilio just kept laughing. “Relax, man! It’s not like you haven’t seen my dick before!”

I wanted to die. Right there, in the hallway. I have only seen his dick on soft before, but now I know he's definitely a grower, not a shower. Just bury me six feet under and let the earth swallow me whole. I muttered something under my breath—probably a string of curses—and stormed back to my room. I tossed my toothbrush onto my dresser and sat down on the edge of my bed, burying my face in my hands.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I mean, how do you come back from that? How do you look your best friend in the eye after walking in on him jerking off in the shower? And why the hell hadn’t I just looked away the second I saw him? Why had I frozen like some kind of idiot?

And the worst part? I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head. The way the water had glistened on his skin, the way his muscles tensed with every movement, the way his cock slightly had a downward curve, it was fucking massive. It was burned into my brain, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake it.

I groaned again, flopping back onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling. This was going to be a long day. I was trying to will my brain to think about literally anything else. But it wasn’t working. My heart was still racing from the awkwardness of the whole situation, and I could still hear the faint sound of the shower running.

A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open, followed by the sound of Emilio’s footsteps coming down the hall. I sat up quickly, pretending to be busy with my phone. I didn’t want him to think I was still dwelling on what had just happened.

“Bro,” Emilio said, his voice filled with amusement as he walked into my room, towel wrapped loosely around his waist, water dripping from his hair onto the floor. “You caught me jacking my dick! How long were you standing there?”

I looked up at him and forced a laugh, trying to play it cool. “Not long! I mean, it wasn’t like I was… I just walked in to grab my toothbrush. I didn’t know you’d—uh—be doing that.”

He smirked, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “It looked like you froze, bro. Like, completely froze. You okay?”

I rolled my eyes, trying to brush it off. “I was just surprised, alright? I'm sure you already know your dick isn't small. And It’s not every day you walk in on your best friend… you know.”

Emilio laughed, shaking his head. “Relax, bro, it’s not a big deal. We’ve seen each other naked before.”

“Yeah, I know, but not with our dicks rock fucking hard,” I said quickly, feeling my face heat up again. “But maybe next time, close the shower curtain all the way or something. Just saying.”

He burst into laughter, clearly enjoying how flustered I was. “Noted. But seriously, Justin, you looked like you’d seen a ghost. It was hilarious. I’m never letting you live this down.”

“Of course you’re not,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “You’re going to bring this up every chance you get, aren’t you?”

“Oh, 100%,” he said with a laugh, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to my dresser to grab a shirt he’d left there earlier. “The look on your face was priceless. You’ll be hearing about this for years.”

I groaned, flopping back onto the bed. “Great. Whatever, asshole.”

Emilio chuckled as he pulled the shirt over his head, still dripping water onto the floor. “Hey, at least you didn’t walk in on me while shooting my load. Could’ve been way more awkward.”

I threw a pillow at him, and he dodged it easily, laughing as he headed for the door. “Alright, I’m gonna go finish getting ready. Try not to walk in on me again, yeah?”

"Fuck you, Emilio," I shouted, laughing as he disappeared down the hallway.

As soon as he was gone, I let out a long sigh and ran a hand over my face. Leave it to Emilio to turn an embarrassing moment for him into ine for me instead. I could already tell this wasn’t the last I’d hear about it. But at least he wasn’t mad or weird about it. If anything, he seemed to find the whole thing funny.


Shaking my head as I got up from the bed. I needed to get ready for work and put this whole awkward morning behind me. I rummaged through my dresser, pulling out a fresh pair of boxers and some clothes for the day. As I started changing, I heard Emilio’s voice echo down the hall.

“Oh shit, look at Justin‘s that fat ass!” he teased, his voice dripping with mock admiration.

I rolled my eyes, laughing despite myself. “Shut up, Emilio. You’re obsessed.”

“What can I say? You make it hard not to notice,” he called back, laughing. This kind of banter wasn’t unusual for us. We’d been friends so long that teasing each other over stupid stuff was practically second nature.

I finished pulling on my clothes and walked out of my room, grabbing my bag on the way. Emilio was leaning casually against the wall, scrolling through his phone, still in his towel. He glanced up as I passed and smirked. “Bye, Justin. Take your fine ass to work.”

I snorted, shaking my head as I headed toward the front door. “Bye, Emilio. Take your ass back to your room and put some clothes on before you traumatize the neighbors.”

He laughed, pushing off the wall and heading back toward his room. “Alright, bro. I’ll see you later. I'm off today, so I guess I'll restock the fridge.”

“Okay, bro, I’ll see you later,” I said over my shoulder, stepping outside and closing the door behind me.

As I walked to my car, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. I climbed inside, started the engine, and took a deep breath. It was time to focus on the day ahead and leave the chaos of the morning behind—at least until I come back home.

Prologue

The bus rattled down the endless stretch of road, cutting through the muted landscape like a quiet, relentless drumbeat. Jake leaned against the window, his gaze fixed on the world blurring past—trees folding back into themselves, hills slipping into valleys, towns dissolving into countryside. He was listening to music, soft and low in his ears, a quiet soundtrack that matched his thoughts as he watched the fleeting scenery with a detached sense of familiarity.

Jake’s body fit awkwardly in the cramped bus seat; tall but lean, with the kind of wiry frame that hinted at both youth and untapped strength. His skin was a touch too fair, catching glints of the soft daylight seeping through the glass, while his features were youthful but strong—a sharpness to his jawline, lips often set in a subtle line that masked his thoughts. His hair, a dark, careless tousle, caught shadows against the curve of his neck and framed eyes that held a mix of guarded intensity and quiet curiosity. Those eyes—a warm shade of brown that could seem almost amber in the right light—were the kind that had seen enough to be thoughtful but not quite enough to be jaded.

The music pulsed gently in his ears, a subtle thrum grounding him as he let his mind drift. Out here, miles away from anything familiar, the world seemed both vast and detached, as if he were merely passing through, a bystander to its ceaseless churn. Jake was twenty-one, yet he felt as if he’d been in this limbo his whole life—watching, waiting, his potential like an itch just below the surface, restrained by forces he didn’t fully understand.

A heavy sense of transition weighed on him today, almost pressing into his chest as the bus drew him toward an uncertain future. Life had a way of nudging him along paths he hadn’t chosen. Choices were something he felt he’d only partially made for himself, and his destination—some remote, unfamiliar base he’d read about in passing—was no exception. He had his reasons for going, reasons that sometimes felt flimsy in the face of all he was leaving behind, but sitting here, with nothing but the silent rhythm of wheels beneath him and the vast stretch of highway outside, there was a strange comfort in the unknown.

He shifted, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling the faint ache in his shoulders and back from the journey. His body was toned but naturally so, the definition of someone who’d stayed active without chasing after fitness, and his posture held that same ease—alert but unstrained, as if life had yet to weigh him down. His fingers tapped absently against his arm, in rhythm with the music, as his gaze slipped back to the window.

The landscape blurred into abstraction, colors melting into one another as the bus hurtled forward. And as he watched, a quiet thought stirred, slipping in like the faint bassline in his music: Maybe this is exactly where I’m meant to be.

The bus had eased into quieter roads, where the city’s hard edges gave way to open fields and small clusters of trees, muted under the hazy afternoon sky. As the countryside spread out, vast and indifferent, Jake felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He watched the blur of farmland, fences, and the occasional farmhouse glide past, feeling as though he were being slowly swallowed by the distance. This wasn’t a path he’d chosen; every mile felt like a tether pulling him closer to something he didn’t want.

Jake sighed, pressing his forehead to the cool glass, eyes fixed outside but unseeing, his mind drifting back to the unyielding face of his father. This wasn’t some rebellious breakaway or a last-minute escape; this was him obeying orders, following the iron-clad dictate of a man who’d made this decision for him. He’d tried to fight it—God, he’d tried. But in the end, his father’s word had closed around him like a vise. Any hint of refusal had only tightened the hold, and so here he was, sitting on this bus, the passive passenger to someone else’s choice.

A quiet curse slipped past his lips, barely audible over the hum of the bus and the faint beat of music still playing in his ears. He felt his jaw tighten, resentment bubbling up like a fire he couldn’t put out. The thought of it—that he was being shipped off to somewhere unfamiliar, to endure god-knew-what—all to satisfy a man whose approval seemed impossible to earn. His dad had made sure he understood: this wasn’t about what Jake wanted or even what was best for him. This was about obedience, about control, about bending him into a shape his father approved of, like a pawn being placed on a board.

His chest rose and fell with a quiet, controlled breath, the kind he’d learned to take when anger threatened to spill over. Outside, fields of grain swayed gently in the distance, rows upon rows stretching toward an endless horizon. A quiet life, undisturbed, far from any conflict. He envied that simplicity, wondered if he’d ever feel anything close to it. Because in his own life, there was no peace, no easy drift. Just a constant, rigid path laid out for him, one that he felt bound to follow.

The weight of it pressed down on him as the scenery slipped past. If only he could be somewhere else, somewhere beyond his father’s reach. But here he was, obeying orders, his own wants crammed down and buried beneath the layers of expectation.

Jake shifted, slipping his hand into his bag and pulling out a folded piece of paper. It was creased at the edges, worn from where his fingers had traced it more times than he’d care to admit. He unfolded it slowly, staring down at the stark black ink slashed across the page in his father’s sharp, controlled handwriting—a handwriting that left no room for ambiguity or rebellion.

The words felt as heavy as a command, pressing into him like stones. At the top, bold and underlined, was the name of his destination:

Fort Regent Military Base
Camp Harrison

His eyes lingered on the words. “Fort Regent”—a place he’d only heard of in passing, some remote training base with a reputation for breaking recruits down to their bare bones, then building them back up to military standards. And Camp Harrison, the infamous camp within the fort, known among the local boys as a place of harsh discipline and relentless structure. It was the kind of place his father had glorified endlessly, a testament to “real” discipline, the kind his dad believed every man should endure, whether they wanted it or not.

The location was scrawled beneath it—miles away from anything he knew, deep in the heart of the country where there’d be no easy escape, no quiet reprieve. Even the address itself had a stark, unwelcoming edge: 18 Regiment Road, District 5, Fort Regent. There it was, his father’s exacting plan laid out in black and white, a cold, unbending command that seemed to mock any thought of defiance.

Jake’s fingers tightened around the paper, his jaw clenching as he stared at it, as if by sheer force of will he could make the ink blur, make the words disappear. But they held firm, as fixed as his father’s expectations.

Jake slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, its screen lighting up against the dim interior of the bus. His fingers moved quickly, almost habitually, scrolling through his messages until he found the last thread with Sarah. Or maybe now, his ex. The conversation felt stale, hanging there unfinished, like a doorway he hadn’t meant to walk through but couldn’t close off either.

Her last message stared back at him, a short, clipped line that hovered somewhere between vague and final: "I think we need some space, Jake. I don’t know what else to say." She hadn’t spelled it out directly, but the meaning was as clear as it could be. He’d responded late last night, his own message tinged with confusion and a hint of desperation: "What’s going on? I don’t get it, Sarah. Just talk to me." It sat there, delivered but untouched, the telltale “Seen” mark hovering underneath like a silent, indifferent witness. She’d read it. She knew. But she hadn’t answered, and he didn’t know if she ever would.

A heavy feeling settled in his chest as he stared down at the screen, hoping for some small miracle—that maybe, even now, a reply would pop up, some reassurance that this whole mess wasn’t as final as it felt. He could see his own fingers hovering over the keyboard, his mind scrambling for the right words, something that might bridge the gap she’d quietly placed between them. Can we talk again? He typed the words carefully, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt, then hit send.

But as soon as he did, a small loading symbol spun aimlessly at the top of his screen, mocking him with its quiet insistence. A moment later, a message popped up, blunt and absolute: No internet connection.

He closed his eyes, a curse slipping from his lips. “Fuck.” The word cut through the silence around him, a quiet acknowledgment of the chaos closing in on him from every side. First his father, now this. It was like his whole life was crumbling into pieces he couldn’t hold onto, slipping further and further away no matter how tightly he tried to grip them.

With a resigned sigh, he turned his phone off and shoved it back into his pocket, leaning his head against the window once more. Outside, the world had transformed completely, the last traces of city life having dissolved into open, desolate fields and distant, rolling hills. The outlines of buildings, cars, sidewalks—all the familiar shapes of the life he’d known—had vanished, replaced by an unbroken stretch of countryside that seemed almost indifferent to his presence.

There was something so final about it, as though he were crossing into a place where his past couldn’t follow.

Jake closed his eyes, pressing the heel of his hand into his forehead as if that could somehow squeeze out the anger swirling through him. His thoughts churned, spiraling in a furious loop, an endless, bitter chant. Fuck. Fuck this. Fuck this life. It was a low, seething frustration, a sense of helplessness that only seemed to deepen the more he thought about it. All of it—the suffocating weight of his father’s control, the silence from Sarah, the way everything familiar was being stripped away piece by piece. It was like he was watching his life break apart, bit by bit, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The quiet hum of the bus filled the silence around him, punctuated only by the occasional rattle over uneven pavement. Outside, the sun was sinking, casting a hazy glow over the landscape, the world beyond the window shifting into soft shades of amber and shadow. It was peaceful in a way that felt wrong, at odds with the storm rolling inside him. But no amount of beauty out there could ease the frustration building in his chest, tightening with every thought, every half-formed curse he wanted to scream but couldn’t. Instead, it echoed in his head, a bitter mantra repeating itself like a drumbeat: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. An endless loop, circling over his failures, over the things that felt forever out of reach.

And then, just as he was sinking deeper into that angry refrain, he felt it—a subtle shift, the bus beginning to slow. The steady vibration of the engine softened, and the familiar sound of brakes hissing jolted him from his thoughts. His eyes snapped open, the scenery outside slowing to a crawl, the open fields giving way to a stark, looming structure that stood in the distance, wrapped in shadows.

He barely had time to process it before the driver’s voice cut through the bus, loud and matter-of-fact, echoing down the narrow aisle. “Fort Regent!!” The words were sharp, final, as though declaring a sentence.

Jake felt the knot in his stomach twist, a chill creeping through him as the reality hit him square in the chest. This is it.Fort Regent. The place his father had written in bold, unflinching letters on that paper, the place he was expected to bend, to conform, to become whatever it was his dad had decided he should be. The thought of it made his skin crawl, but here it was, as inevitable as a storm rolling in from the horizon.

He looked up, his gaze lingering on the dim outline of the camp ahead, rigid and foreboding against the fading light.

Jake rose to his feet slowly, his body feeling heavy, weighed down by the reluctant acceptance sinking into him. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he hesitated for a moment, gripping the seat in front of him as if clinging to the last bit of hope that somehow, this was all a bad dream. But the cold metal beneath his fingers, the stale air of the bus, and the firm ground under his feet were reminders that this was real, whether he wanted it to be or not. With a resigned breath, he steeled himself, gathering his things as he made his way down the narrow aisle.

The doors hissed open as he approached, spilling bright, unfamiliar sunlight into his face, and he blinked, feeling the sudden warmth prick at his skin. Stepping down, he landed firmly on the gravel below, the crunch beneath his boots grounding him in a way that felt almost cruel. Before he could fully process it, the bus engine revved up, and with one last glance in his direction, the driver pulled away, leaving him standing alone as the vehicle rumbled back down the road, shrinking into the distance.

The silence that followed was thick, oppressive. Jake watched the bus until it was a mere dot on the horizon, a fading reminder of the life that had brought him here. And then it was gone. His last tie to the world he knew, disappearing in a cloud of dust. A finality settled over him, as if that bus taking off was the closing of a door he couldn’t reopen.

He shifted his gaze, and there, just a few steps ahead, was a weathered signpost, the lettering faded but unmistakable: Fort Regent. Beneath it, in smaller, almost mocking letters, he read: Camp Harrison – 0.5 miles. The sign seemed to stare back at him, indifferent and unyielding, as if it had been waiting for him all along. Half a mile. It wasn’t far, and yet it felt like miles—a final stretch he wasn’t ready to cross.

He tightened his grip on the strap of his bag, the weight of it digging into his shoulder as he took in the barren landscape around him. There was no city skyline, no familiar streets, just open land stretching toward the camp in the distance. This place had been waiting, looming like some inevitable fate he’d been heading toward all his life, and now, there was nothing left to do but start walking toward it.
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I'm looking for a story I read somewhere in the forums about a guy who finds a stack of growth cream in the flat he just moved into, even finding a camera which the previous owner had used to record his growth. The guy uses to cream on himself and then, accidentally on a girl he hooks up with.

Back story: based on a true story of my life.
I am on a few different sites looking chatting and just enjoying being single and free to do whatever. One day I am on one site and I get this DM. This man reaches out to me. Now I am not going to go into great detail about this part. But he lives in L.A and flys to New York on a regular basis. So a lot of airline travel in his life. So we did the online thing for three months before we met In person.

We had been together for a little over three months. So far we go out dinner or a movie or just walk around downtown. We would normally end up back at my house I own on the intercostal side of Orange Beach. Once inside the front door, I mean I barely get it closed. He turns me around, pulls me close and start to kiss me. Nothing soft here, deep makes every nerve in your body react. His hand sliding down. He undoes the front of my jeans his hand then move back slowly sliding inside my jeans and under my regular boxer shorts. I am pressed up against him and my hands are on wrapped around his chest. He slowly squeezes my ass, moaning in my mouth as he does. Till he breaks our kiss, pulls one hand up tells me to open my mouth. He inserts two of his fingers telling me to suck on them, get them wet baby. As he starts to bite and kiss my neck. My head is exploding with sexual overload. This man know all the buttons to push. He pulls his fingers out to spit in my mouth telling me to swallow it. Of course I do what I am told, he pulls me close and we start to kiss again. This time he has used his free hand to lower my jeans and boxers to the floor. I feel him using both hands to pull my cheeks apart. I feel his wet fingers at my rose bud. He slowly circles the hole with what I assume is his index finger, before slowly working it in a little at a time. I moan, I can feel my cock leaking down my leg (I leak like a faucet that never stops). He slowly works it in, then slowly pulls it back out. I pull back and look at him, WTF? He looks at me and just says strip. I remove my shirt and step out of my jeans and boxers. Understand he is still completely dressed. He turns me around and walks me straight out into my back yard. I have a boat dock and boat for ocean fishing. I try and stop him as people come and go up and down the canal all hours of the day and nite. He pushes my face first into one of my deck chairs, yes it has a cushion. I feel him behind me. He grabs a cushion from a empty chair to put user his knees. He slaps my ass. I want dessert and you look mighty tasty. He slaps my ass making me scream a little. He then began to kiss each one of my cheeks, while also massaging each one with his hands. He slowly pulls my cheeks apart. He kisses from my tailbone all the way to my taint. Stopping to pull my cock back into his mouth. Gobbling up my sweet pre cum. As he continues he attention on my cock he has now pulled my ass cheeks as far part as possible. He now licks from my balls my taint all the way around my hole. But he does not lick it yet. He starts kissing and licking every inch around my hole. Hearing me moan, feeling me use my hands to try and force his head and tongue into my ass. The finally he makes contact with my hole. Licking , kissing as I relax and try to push back he slowly works his tongue into my hole. His hands both holding and randomly slapping my ass.

Part two very soon, he just walked in the door.

The Texas sky stretched endlessly above Chad as he walked the few blocks from his high school to the small grocery store where he worked afternoons and weekends. The warm breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass and wildflowers, stirring his longing for the open plains. His thoughts often wandered to horses galloping freely and the idea of working the land, untethered by walls and fluorescent lights. Being a cowboy wasn’t just a dream for Chad—it was a calling.​

At 17—soon to be 18—Chad already knew how to juggle a full plate. He balanced school, athletics, and his part-time job, all while helping his family make ends meet. As captain of both the football and baseball teams, he was a natural leader, disciplined and driven. He was also one of the most popular guys at school, with sandy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a charm that came effortlessly. His friendly, outgoing personality and natural athletic abilities made him well-liked by peers and teachers alike. Yet, beneath the confidence and easygoing demeanor was a yearning for something deeper—a life that meant working with his hands, being part of the land, and caring for horses.

Today, however, would prove to be anything but ordinary.

The late afternoon rush had begun, and Chad manned register three, scanning items with practiced ease. His attention was caught by the next customer in line—a tall young man wearing a weathered cowboy hat, dusty boots, and a faded denim shirt that had clearly seen its share of hard work. The man, with his handsome face and immitting an aire of confidence, seemed to embody everything Chad had ever dreamed of being.

The man’s cart was filled to the brim with groceries—staples like beans, flour, and coffee, but also treats like jerky and soda. Chad greeted him, his voice betraying a hint of awe.

“Afternoon. Are you a cowboy?” he asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

The man’s eyes twinkled as he laughed, a deep and warm sound. “What gave it away?”

Chad grinned, feeling a little less self-conscious. “Just a hunch,” he replied. “Name’s Chad.”

“Bricker,” the cowboy said, tipping his hat slightly. “Nice to meet you, Chad.”

As Chad scanned the items, he found himself blurting out, “I’ve always wanted to be a cowboy, work on a ranch, you know. Take care of horses and all that.”

Bricker leaned on the counter, studying him with an appraising look. “That so? Ranch work’s no joke. It’s sunup to sundown, and some of the toughest work you’ll ever do.”

Chad nodded earnestly. “I’m not afraid of hard work. I’ve been working since I was fourteen, balancing school, football, baseball, and my job. I know what it’s like to push myself. I just... I just love horses, the open skies. I’d give anything for a shot at it.”

Bricker pulled a business card from his shirt pocket and slid it across the counter. “Tell you what, Chad. I’ve got a ranch about an hour west of here. We’re always lookin’ for good hands, but I can’t hire you unless you’re 18.”

Chad’s heart leaped as he grinned. “I’ll be 18 in two weeks.”

Bricker raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Well, that changes things. School’s almost out, right?”

“Last day’s next week,” Chad said.


Graduation Day came, and Chad and his family were all there. Chad had graduated as a Salutatorian in his class. He got a scholarship to Texas A&M and was so happy to be able to go to school and work at a ranch. As he gave his talk, he talked about the challenges of being involved in sports, working, and helping his family out with expenses. As Chad looked over the crowd, up against a concrete wall was Bricker. Chad continued his talk, but this time, he got an erection looking at him. The graduation ended and Chad's family invited Bricker to a small party at their house.

The Call of the Ranch​

Bricker greeted them respectfully, explaining the opportunity he was offering Chad. Though hesitant at first, his parents could see how passionate Chad was about the chance. Bricker reassured them, promising that Chad could still pursue his college education virtually while living on the ranch. Also, he would pay any other expenses Chad may have, along with room and board.

“You’ve raised a hardworking young man,” Bricker said sincerely. “I think he’s got what it takes.”
His parents exchanged a glance, then nodded. “If this is what you want, Chad,” his mom said, “we trust you.”
Chad beamed, thanking them. After packing his essentials, he left his car behind and climbed into Bricker’s truck. The sight of his parents waving from the porch filled him with a bittersweet feeling. He was leaving the life he knew behind for something entirely new. This was a working interview. Bricker would pay Chad for working, and if he passed, he would have permanently job.

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Thunder Ridge Ranch​

The drive to Thunder Ridge Ranch was quiet, the landscape shifting from small-town streets to wide, open plains. Bricker shared bits of his story—how he’d inherited the ranch when he was just 19, a sophomore at Texas A&M University after a tragic car wreck claimed his entire family. His parents and younger sister had been driving to visit him for a weekend football game when the accident happened.

“At first, I didn’t think I could handle it,” Bricker admitted, his voice steady. “But the ranch was everything to my family. Giving up wasn’t an option.”
Chad listened intently, feeling a deeper respect for the man sitting next to him. At just 28, Bricker was young to run a ranch, but his resilience and passion were evident.

Chad thought about what Bricker had accomplished. Chad had just turned 18. Bricker was 19 when he took over this ranch. Bricker had grown up here and always lived this life. Nonetheless, it was quite amazing in 9 years, he had increased output and hired more people to help.

Chad had dated in high school. He had even been nominated for Prom King. Something he prayed he wouldn't receive. He had sex with his date, and afterward, she was in heaven, and Chad thought that's it?

He glanced over toward Bricker, the sheet barely covering him, and Chad got an erection. He wanted to embrace this man who had made his dreams come true. Chad's last thought was he was never getting married if he could stay here with Bricker for the rest of their lives.

Chad started to dream. It was all about the ranch and this cowboy who walked into the grocery store, who he realized had taken his breath away. His dream was advanced as Bricker was walking to the bed naked. Chad had nervously just looked at his eyes, but in his dream, he saw everything. Bricker was HUNG! His abs were perfect, and he had a tan from swimming in the pool. His dream continued, and Bricker told him he fell in love with him when he asked if he was a cowboy.

Let me know if you like this or not; there's a lot more passion to come. This is the unfolding of a love story.

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I'm looking for a story that I vaguely remember. I thought it was on Literotica but maybe not. The plot is basically that these two couples are driving in the south and their car breaks down and they take it to get serviced by this old man and he tells them it will cost a lot or the girlfriends can sleep with his son. The son is some sort of freak with a huge cock. That's all I really remember.

please let me know what you think

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When I was in my mid twenties I loved to dance for hours. Sometimes I would end up in just a thong before the end of the night. I guess you could say I was one of those guys that walked around with my pants unbuttoned. Mind you I didn't have sex till I was 24. I was starved for attention just about anyway I could get it. I recall when I was 26 I was dancing and enjoying the music when a guy starts dancing up on me from the front. He was really hot so I didn't mind. Before I knew it I had someone dancing up on me from behind. So I was basically the cream in an oreo cookie. It was exciting to have 2 guys showing me so much attention at the same time. Halfway through the 4th song the guy in front leaned in and asked if I'd like to get out of there. I generally don't go to bars to meet people. I usually show up with a group of guys and we like to toys with the other guys in the bar. We would compete to see who could get the most numbers by the time the bar closed. So 10 songs in the guy in front grabs one and and the guy in the back grabs the other and they both shove my hand down their pants. The guy in back put his head on my shoulder and said "would you like to spend the night? We like to share." I turned around to see exactly who was speaking only to notice he was the twin of the guy in front of me. They pulled me off the dancefloor to a booth where they told me they were interested in making me moan like a whore. To which I said no and went back to the dancefloor.

Two weeks past and I was back at the bar dancing my ass off and suddenly I am once again the cream in an Oreo on the dancefloor. Instead of just dancing they starting making out with me. One was kissing me while the other was sucking on my neck. I couldn't help but get aroused. They pulled me off the dancefloor and pinned me to a well where they asked me when I would let them take me out on a date. I gave them my number and said to call me sometime and went back to the dancefloor. By time I got to my car I had half a dozen text messages explaining why I should go out with them. Between the texts were lot of pictures of their very massive cocks.

So, I agreed to go on a date with them. It was the strangest thing I have ever done. I met them at the restaurant. They both sat across from me. We ate and chatted for 2 hours. It was a very nice date. They asked if I would like to come back to their place. After all of that I felt bad saying no. So I got to their place where they lived together. I felt like sex was next on the menu but I had no idea how that would work. When we sat down and had some drinks I asked them exactly what it meant to date them. I told them I had only dated one guy at a time. They said they always dated the same guy because they had the same taste in men and they were big on sharing.

Two weeks after our first date I felt ready to attempt a sexual experience with them.
Back at their house they both took me by the hand and lead me back to their bedroom. Yes, they slept in the same bed. The rush of us taking each others close off and them tossing me on the bed. One on either side of me on the bed, we made out. My hands trying to figure out who to touch. I still couldn't tell them apart. Then one moved down to my ass while the other pulled my face between his legs. Before i knew it I had one in my mouth and the other eating my ass. Then they switched! When both were completely hard they again laid one on each side. One pulled me on top of him and sat me down on his cock. There got behind me and help his brother get his cock in me and then he shoved his own cock in. I had never be double penetrated before. At first I wanted to scream but then suddenly it felt great. They moved from different positions but always kept both dicks in my ass. I was so turned on I came 3 times while they were going balls deep inside until I could feel them getting close. They both pulled out and one shot straight up my chest while the other shot up my back. I was totally drenched.

After a month of this they asked if they could fill me up. So, this time when we fucked they didn't use condoms. We had sex for 3 hours. So many positions that I'd never done until them. They both had 8 and a half inches of thick meat that was stretching my hole to the limits. I could feel them getting close, but I didn't know what to expect, but in the end I felt a massive amount of thick hot liquid released inside me. Up until then I didn't really understand why they were like this. Why they would only share one guy. That night I was once again the cream in their Oreo cookie. The next morning they had breakfast for me when I woke up and they asked me if I would ever consider moving in with them. They wanted something permanent, but I could never imagine something like that. Not with 2 identical guys that only fucked me at the same time. There really is only so much you can take of that before it starts to get to much.

I ended up dating them for 6 months before I just couldn't anymore. I couldn't be with the both of them. They both constantly told me how much they truly loved me. It wasn't just sex. We went to movies, we went out to eat, we hung out with friends. Everything a normal couple would do. I just couldn't find it in me to love twin brothers. While the sex was always amazing and they were so sweet. I didn't feel I could live with the judgment that I would see on peoples faces when we would be out on dates. I could never have a one on one with either. It was always a situation where I was being shared like a toy.

After breaking up they ended up moving and becoming models for a clothing company.