Trigger warning: the following story contains elements of medical manipulation, fictional nonconsensual elements, and a man in distress. Do not read if this is not to your taste please.

(This is a story I posted on gaydemon, I have a series going. Feel free to let me know if you like it, or share guys you think would be good in the place of Calvin. Hope you enjoy here on LPSG!)

Calvin​

Today I decided to check out what my team in the Pleasure department were up to. They always used the men with which they were provided very well. I was proud of all my teams, but they had some special experimental work. There were ongoing projects: the cum cow creameries, the sex slave conditioning, pupping, various miscellaneous experiments, and whole team just working on anal sex reactions in unwilling straight subjects. I loved reading through their reports, and looking at the images attached.

Recently one subject caught my eye and I wanted to see how he was being used. Calvin Jones, an African American straight college student from California. He was 21, 6'5, an athlete formerly on the football team until he was snatched, low body fat, gorgeous features that had landed him a side gig modeling sportswear for ads in middle America's consumers. He was dark skinned and smooth all over except for a large bush he didn't seem to care to keep trim. From his other stats there had been no need to pad the boy's athleisure wear, his circumcised penis was 10 inches hard and thick even flaccid. I imagined that he didn't trim his dark curlies because they did nothing to finish his...best asset. He had been a naughty boy, sexually active with three women at his college at the time he was acquired. Unfortunately for him his method was using dating and hook up apps, and we had locations all over the world with trained women to snare men for our work. He had done his thinking with his cock and that got him processed, packaged, and shipped to us here at the Institute. With his amorous and horny urges, young fit body, and his recorded history of sexual prowess he was easily placed with the talented men here in the Pleasure department.


The researcher working on him was a thin little geeky man, rather pasty, and a little twitchy. I could tell chatting with him he really...enjoyed his work. He was also clearly a fan of Calvin, or at least Calvin's body. He went on about the "interesting reactions" before the treatment and how he had enjoyed working on the poor college stud to get baseline information on his vitals, sexual performance, and stamina. The different departments attracted different types. You hear "Pleasure department" and might think the gifted at sex and romantic conquest might be the type there. With that assumption you would be wrong. Most of them were sick depraved warped and pervy without much in the way of looks. You got sexually deprived man children, fat horny old men, and the occasional pederast. Calvin's researcher was the type that likely had we not found and taken him in would have worked days in a chem lab and lived in his mother's basement. Those types however, the ones deprived of natural healthy relationships, came up with the most devious and sexually interesting things to work with on our straight subjects. They'd had years of fantasy that I paid them lots of money to bring to life. This twitchy fellow was earning his salary.


He led me to Calvin, he was receiving his last "treatment" as the twitchy fellow told me. Apparently his work was to pump a chemical mix into the food, air, and veins of the subject. The concoction he devised would "enhance his sensitivity to stimuli and increase the receptivity and area of effect of his erogenous zones." Translation: our already sexually driven young straight man was so sensitive air moving rapidly anywhere that turned him on before, would make him insanely tortuously horny now. I was filled in as we entered a lab room where the magnificent young man lay on a table padded with white cushioning in the form of an x to provide easy access to every inch of the former student.


He was secured with thin yet extremely strong metal loops over his ankles, thighs, belly, elbows, wrists, neck, and forehead. I recalled the bill, which I was happy to pay, we had so much funding donations from the wealthy gay men we networked with had gone from necessary to surplus. The magnificent specimen 's arms were at his sides. He was quivering, a sheen of sweat gave his already beautiful body a lumanicent quality in the bright fixed lights of the lab. It was just him in the center and notes and tables of equipment on the sides of the small room. He had a medical gas mask on, an IV in his forearm, and his brown eyes darted to us. He was completely naked, and had been for a week since he was acquired. His cock was large and erect, my guide approached his eyes fixed on the boy's penis with little regard for the captive boy's gaze. It angled up towards his belly, which gleamed. He was breathing heavily and deeply, inhaling whatever gas formulated for the experiment. He was just a body, a toy at best, to this twitchy researcher just staring at his cock. Which was perfect.

"Notice how even untouched he remains erect, his treatment is likely done." As he spoke the member twitched and quivered in the air. He removed the IV needle and flipped a switch. A whooshing sound ceased, and the formula he was inhaling stopped. The mask was removed and I could see his whole desperate face. "Please...just lemme go man." My researcher didn't even look at him, he got something from a desk and came to stand over Calvin. "Open." The straight slut just stares up, his face had a pathetic look, this was not the first time he had been handled by the guy. "Dude, please..." The researched looked at him coldly. "Open." He said again in the same indifferent voice, almost bored. The black man just obeyed this time, his pretty lips parting. I noted how pretty and pink his tongue was, very healthy. The lips, full and gorgeous, were dark with the slight pink of his mouth near the inside edges. The teeth...also perfect, I remembered he modeled. The researcher revealed a metal ball with a short thin metal handle by which he held it. He placed the ball into the lad's mouth and pulled back on the handle, as he did so the ball expanded to completely fill the pretty mouth. The stud just muffled a groan. The man then pulled the handle a little further, forcing the powerful jaws open wide. When his lips quivered I saw his white teeth clamped over the shiny metal surface of the gag, without the rod to make it small for removal, it would never come out.


"We can't even use straps on a gag, if we did it might overstimulate if it touched the ears of the tender place beneath them, an erogenous area. Observe." He took the boy's earlobes in between his fingers, I noted they'd left a diamond stud in the left ear. He gripped and rubbed. The boy moaned and his cock, already erect, bounced and the cock head swelled almost instantly. He removed his fingers, but the boy kept moaning and shifted and his breath increased in depth. A little precum oozed from the dark cock head and the pelvis shifted as much as it could.

"We even had to use the thin extra strong titanium straps rather than the typical thick leather straps, as any contact can arouse him now." I nodded, "Are there health risks?" He gave a pensive frown and looked upward, "Well, it is an early trial. We lost some subjects getting the formula right and it would be a problem for older men, or anyone with a heart condition. Young healthy subjects, especially peak ones like this, almost none. There might be problems with the mind, as the feelings are intense and sustained for longer than normal arousal." The young healthy "subject" did not appear to enjoy the conversation, lips twitching over his metal ball and a thin stream of saliva trailing slightly down his right cheek.


"What if we touched and played with him more aggressively? Has that been done, or could it be dangerous to him?" The man smiled, "Well, we are pretty sure it's still the same. With this young healthy buck, I'm pretty sure though it would give his heart a workout, it wouldn't be fatal." I approached Calvin, strapped down and helpless with his gorgeous sweating body forced in place but quivering. I couldn't tell if it was me or if he was radiating heat literally. I did notice the room was kept warmer than labs usually were, I assumed to stimulate the subject more. I really really wanted to play...then I remembered, I can, I fucking own this place.


"Well I'm going to test that now, so take notes," I flashed him a sinister smile which he matched and fumbled for a notepad. I moved right in and looked over the pretty test subject. I ran a finger down his arm, his lips worked over the odd metal gag and he shifted, letting out a soft moan. He was so smooth, and my finger picked up some sweat as it caressed his bicep and forearm. Not extremely sexual areas, but I could tell even that had an effect. Fuck, I wanted to be able to just touch him all over all at once, the more I looked at the boy the more I just wanted to go wild over him...but I was going to take my time. For science.


I looked him over again, using his predicament to savor the fear mixed with unavoidable horniness that was his new normal. To think a week ago he was swaggering around campus in total control, and now he was just my lab rat with a cock I could make painfully hard with just a touch...I reached over to his nipples, dark and round they were situated closer to the outer side of his well formed pecs. I took my fire finger and, just very lightly, caressed the velvety discs. Immediately they perked up, getting hard as I played with them. Calvin went wild, he went from growling to yelling and grunting violently. His cock waved about as he gyrated his pelvis and the precum oozed forcefully, I thought maybe it was a slow ozzing ejaculation. "Is that him cumming?" The researcher shook his head, "Oh no, the process increases the size of the seminiferous tubules and the seminal vesicles quite a bit. So this is just his precum. You'll know when he ejaculates." He grinned.


I moved between his legs and felt and fondled his balls. His scrotum was very dark, as he was a darker skinned black man. His dark curlies dusted the sack and his pelvis was a bush of thick dark pubes from which his throbbing cock rose like a tree above underbrush. A throbbing, dark, fleshy tree undergoing some intense scientifically modified feelings, that is. I felt around his balls and the jock moaned, groaned, and shifted from side to side as much as he could. The thin metal strips looped over him juuuust hugged his gorgeous dark skin. They had his sweat on them as he was increasingly slick with it, but even as the little movements and jerking of his muscled body increased they held firm. He wasn't going anywhere.


I could feel how the process had changed what his scrotum carried. The entire area was heavy, and I could feel thicker chords and there was a pulsing there. His balls were big and full, but they had been when he came to us. The whole package in his dark soft tender bits gave off a definite heat. I enjoyed molesting his balls and even gave a caress to his cock, which twitched wildly as the man beneath it shuddered and groaned. I decided to go full in and without thinking bent over his impressive cock, massive head wet with precum and just placed my tongue at the bottom of the shaft, and licked slowly up. He jerked and let out a full screaming whine. The massive painfully throbbing cock gave up a rope of cum that flew over and landed on his chest. He whined and whimpered, I was delighted. The researcher just beamed at his work.


Then I couldn't help it, I dripped his hot shaft in my hand and worked it with my left, and engaged in some post ejaculation torture. I swirled my palm over the hot cum covered head, slick with it, allowing for a smooth lubed glide to manipulate the head...which grew thick and fat again and erupted almost instantly. Another ejaculate so fast? I realized his cock was erupting, on fire with pleasure and sensitive stimulus. I realized that the experiment WAS to increase sensitivity, so the pathetic muscled boy was feeling wave after wave. I couldn't imagine what his already sensitive cock head must feel like. Must be like a white hot iron rod of nerves, torturing him with every little change in touch. Since I was going at it and rubbing and playing with it, it must be unbearable. The guy was now drenched and he full in screamed a deep throated desperate scream. His chest and belly heaved as he just had to take all he was getting and feeling, all that I was giving him. I played and even after several ropes of cum shot over his chest, belly, and even one on his face...the cock remained rigid and the head full and thick. It was like he couldn't go soft if he wanted to. Cum stopped shooting, but kept coming from his piss slit like waves of magma from a volcano. The semen oozed in a continuous thick white eruption, over my fingers, his dark shaft, and ending in his dark pubes. When I wiped my hand on a thick muscular thigh, muscles rigid and tense, I got a towel to clean the thick cum from my digits.



Calvin...well, what had been Calvin, was a gorgeous shining mess, dark skin shaking over every inch dotted and decorated with thick white gooey strips of his new supercharged cum. Sweat dripped under him into the x shaped table, leaving dark stains of sweat on the cushioned top on which our sexual experiment lay. His brown eyes were bloodshot and wild looking, I realized I hadn't even looked at his face since I began. His brow was, like the rest of him, drenched. His lips worked over the gag and his jaw clenched in tension on the metal gag so hard I worried he may chip a tooth. Saliva has escaped down both sides of his mouth with all the voracious yelling, grunting, groaning, and bellowing. The one cum shot that hit his face had landed under his left eye on his cheek. I noticed the ear with the earring had just one errant drop of milky cum on it too. With his dark features they stood out like pearls against dark silk.


I walked to his head, the researcher scribbling furiously on the pad. "This was amazing," he exclaimed, "He appears to be continuously producing cum with no refractory period. The treatment worked better than I had hoped!" I looked at Calvin's tortured face. He closed his eyes and tried to turn his head, but with the metal loops tight against his forehead anchored in the table he couldn't. His eyes just slammed shut, he wouldn't or couldn't face the man who had just racked him with tortured pleasure. I wondered how his brain was doing...all that chemically fueled ecstasy and vibrant and electric reactivity had to have rewired the boy.


I turned to the researcher, "I think a brain scan may be warranted, let's get more data on his condition." He nodded and made a call. I surveyed the young body, his still juiced cock continued the entire time to flow with cum, though a little less than before. The large member hung over his tortured physique swawing up and down with each pulsing gush. His dark bush was covered in sticky white mess. Some even flowed down between his legs to his ass, trying to rise in futility from its cushioned prison I moved my face inches from the boy's face, I could smell the salt on him from the perspiration.


"Calvin, I don't think I've seen the last of you..." He winced and continues to refuse to open his eyes to meet mine. I moved closer and breathed on his ear, his cock twitched, and I gave in a nibbled a little. "Oh you my boy are an asset!" I strode to the door, leaving the gorgeous dark skinned beauty a mess behind me with his eager attendant. "I want a full report and follow up on him." I called back without turning, as I left through the lab door. Yes, I would be following this one...closely...

When I did Sports at Uni we went on Outward Bound Courses, White Water Rafting, Rambling and loads of Sports etc too, climbing

All this was part of our Coursework too and this was like on a strict University Sports Sciences Course that you'd loose marks on for anything - but the Sports Course Kit was amazingly hot - not like the Outward Bound Courses in the Lake District/Peak District - but we still had strict (highly strict) Kit Regs for those too when away

The course kit itself was amazing .... as I have said "yeah strict but hot", .... many Guys went against the real actual rules/some got punished and lost marks some not - guess it A) depended on the Guy on the day and 2) the tutors were Red Iron Hot - not even allowing White T Shirts under our Course Kit Tops ... inspections could happen randomly and with zilch warning, so you just had to hope for the best - but like me and all the other Guys who was say out of 100% - 80% par me (being noble to myself here) was "hotties" and took the chance to embrace the sexy hot Trakkies (shiney ones) not Grey Fluffy 1s which showed your knob off eqaully as well with Freeballing being highly prevlent. Often Guys turned theirs "inside-out" as they were so shiney ... again Freeballing obvs to have a nice wank in them to boot!!

It was a different story when the teams got divided for indoor Sports like Basketball and Vollyball and one Team had to turn their course Tops "inside-out", .... though yer some Guys appreciated that lovley shine from the top "inside-out", but not at £40 a Kit top ... even if this was even more hot than the Trakkies and we all had the sniff test on them as well as our Trakkies and giving it out v versa

To move a long story on - at one Outward Camp most of us did (I had this sort of best mate) or good mate Tommy* and he was a real hottie but quiet and reserved too, you could tell he had issues (dunno what ) home life I guessed between the lines but as well he was a good all round Sportsman - it was doubtful that Summer in-particular the one I am refering to if he would go as he was always skint - but we all thought he dodged money but he was poor

Anyway at this site we did all the stuff, got pissed, wanked and went to the Pubs got high on cider etc and tommy loved it after he had opened up that he wanted to be more like us in all the designer gear - you'd never of guessed he would flaunt the Kit regs back home but at times he did - even if he wore Puma Stuff, etc and White T's underr Kit Top - he knew when to play these cards like we all did and gave lip too on inspection days - anyway like I say we had a week pissing and wanking and a fair few of us got to end of the week with an Empty Suitcxase (aka was ready for washing back home), but Tommy was cautious he'd never get down to his last paist of lovley Nike classic Grey Joggers but we all tormented him lol, with "hey Tommy what are these £80 joggers" be careful mate - Mummy'll be mad at you getting these muckied after 1 week, but as I said it was all the nature of the game up there. A few of us tried to borrow his Joggers but be assured he was no Wanker (not in the Jizzing way) but in others and we all tuck our turn to pester him to loan these Joggers ... but he was clevour, he knew at least 1 of us one way or another would hurt his 380 Classics either by a wank or wet dream or fallk down a ravine in them and they be too muckied to be saved


Anyway by the end of the week I convinced him - even though I promised him no W'ing of any variety in them and even thoughI was running short on Joggers just W'ing all wekk, and the last day was Photo Day - this was'nt Course Kit but decent Grey or other subtle Colour Joggers with a White T Shirt (plain) par a lil logo was the accepted and our course Jumper we all only wore on Special Occassions/Days and even then tied round your waste or neck

I have always had a taste (in a straight way) for a bad boy like Tommy* not as I loved him sexually, but I loved him for what he was and represented - if only he knew what I had done to his Joggers over-night that last night and more importantly why!

If only he ever knew but I am really unsure and more so why I did it (not as even I know) but you got to have that feelingt somehow even if it is un-known.


Anyway if you dudes want more Tommy* Stories I'll try and put a few up over time and other similar stories with others Guys named Liam* and Connah* etc

* represents not their real names

Hi everyone, first of all I want to say thank you to everybody who writes story: after reading yours, you really inspired me to write something of mine.
Second disclaimer: English is not my first language, so in order to write some parts of this story I had the help of AI. I hope you like it!
Third disclaimer: everything is made up, any references to real people is purely casual.
And now, enjoy!
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Chapter one: From Assistant Coach, to Coach.

Diego Morales stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring his reflection. At 30 years old, he cut an impressive figure - 6’ of solid muscle, honed from years of wrestling as a student, both highschool and college. His olive skin, covered up in a not so thick layer of fur, glistened slightly under the reflection of sun coming from his bathroom window.

Running a hand through his dark, neatly trimmed hair, Diego noted the few strands of grey starting to appear at his temples. Rather than making him feel old, they gave him a distinguished air, like a seasoned mentor. His closely cropped beard framed a strong jawline, adding to his rugged appeal.

But it was his backside that truly caught his attention. Years of squats and lunges had sculpted his glutes into what his students jokingly called "buns of steel." He was always praised for his ass, especially from his teammates. They joked about it and slapped it every chance they could, unbeknownst of how much he actually enjoyed it.

After having had a hot shower to start the morning, he went back to his bedroom where Marcus was still sleeping.

He looked at this younger, (of only 3 years) man sleeping in his bed and focused on his body: he layed on his stomach in the center of the bed, his tan skin glowing under the soft morning light. His defined muscles ripple as he breathes deeply in sleep, his body looking relaxed and at peace. His dark hair is tousled from the night's rest, adding to his boyish charm.

Marcus's body was lean and toned, but with a softness that made Diego want to touch every inch of it. His smooth, caramel-colored skin glowed in the early morning light, highlighting the defined muscles and the subtle curves. His dark hair was tousled from sleep, adding to his boyish charm. He had broad shoulders and defined muscles. His skin was a smooth golden tan, highlighted by the morning light peeking through the window. Diego couldn't help but admire the way the sheet draped over his body, accentuating his strong chest and abs. As his eyes moved down, he noticed the tent created by Marcus’s morning wood.

“It’s only 6.30am, I can arrive a bit later today” whispered Diego, as he let the towel drop and started to climb in bed. He slowly took off the sheets, reviling Marcus’s perfect, 8inches, cut, hard cock. Sensually, Diego started to lick Marcus’s inner tigh, leading up to his round and smooth balls. He started licking them and sucking on them like lollipops, moving them around in his mouth. He started to hear some moaning, so he knew he was doing a good job and that Marcus was slowly waking up.

“Mmmh man, keep doing what you are doing and don’t stop” moaned Marcus as Diego moved from his balls to his shaft. “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on stopping any time soon” replied Diego as he lapped on Marcus’s dick like a popsicle, meanwhile squeesing his balls with his hand. As Diego started sucking more and more, Marcus took the opportunity to push Diego’s head down his cock, making him deepthroat his beast.

“C’mon, take it all..yeees, like that. Choke on this dick, you like my big dick in the morning, no?” To show his appreciation for his dick, since he had a mouthfull of it, Diego could only keep on choking on it, almost gagging on it. He really liked his cock, so after a few more seconds of deepthroating, Diego came up for air.

“Wow man, you really went for it. Last night wasn’t enough for you?” said Marcus with a smirk on his face as kept on jacking off his dick. ”It’s never enough, and you know it. How can I resist such a perfect cock?” replied Diego, jerking his 7inch dick.
“Come here” begged Marcus.

As he climbed this perfect specimen of a man, Diego kissed Marcus’s body all over, up to his lips where he planted a big kiss which turned into a make out session.

Their lips met in a passionate embrace, tongues intertwining as they savored each other's taste. Diego ran his fingers through Marcus's tousled hair, gently tugging as he deepened the kiss. Marcus responded eagerly, his hands roaming over Diego's muscular back and squeezing his firm ass.

The room filled with the soft sounds of their lips smacking and quiet moans of pleasure. Diego traced Marcus's jawline with tender kisses, nipping playfully at his earlobe before trailing down his neck. Marcus arched into the touch, gasping as Diego found a particularly sensitive spot and sucked gently.

"God, you're amazing," Marcus breathed, his fingers digging into Diego's butt cheeks.

Diego smiled against Marcus's skin, continuing his exploration downward. He laved his tongue over a nipple, relishing Marcus's sharp intake of breath. Still squeezing Diego’s ass, he started to poke at his asshole with a finger.

“What are you doing down there?” asked, while moaning Diego.

“I’m getting you ready..” replied Marcus.

“Then you know how I like it..” and with a move coming straight from his wrestling days, he flipped his body over and sat on Marcus’s face, while grabbing his dick. “Now you can continue..” as he started to lick the head of Marcus’s throbbing dick.

“Oh, don’t worry, I know exactly what to do!” said Marcus as he lowered Diego’s ass to his face to rim him like there was no tomorrow.

As he sucked on Marcus’s dick, he couldn’t stop himself from moaning at the terrific job Marcus was doing on his ass: first, he started lapping up from his taint to his asshole while fingerfucking him; after that he focused entirely on the hole, licking it all over and finally fucking it with his tongue. He really was a pro at it, always making Diego moan in excitement with each thrust.

After a few minutes of rimming and sucking, both guys stopped and with a swift move Diego positioned himself right on Marcus’s slick cock.

“Ready babe?” “More than anything” As he slowly lowered himself down on Marcus’s dick, he began to moan at the painful but erotic sensation he was feeling.

“Oooh yeees babe, sit on my dick..mmmh so tight”. As Diego kept going down, they began to make out, suffocating their moans with their tongues. “Oh God, oh God..yeeees babe, I’m all in” “Fuck it’s so big” “You like this big dick in you, right? Now I’m going to fuck you with it” and so he began to take it out and put it back in again, first slowly than faster, slapping his balls on Diego’s ass.

“Ooh fuck, don’t stop..don’t stop! Fuck me Marcus!” moaned Diego as he started to push against his dick and bouncing up and down on it.

“Take it bitch, bounce that fat ass up and down my cock. Let me see it, turn around” ordered Marcus. Diego loved how he always got more rough as they went on and so he turned, giving him a full display of his fat ass bouncing up and down his dick.

“God, your ass is soo beautiful. It’s like it was made to take my dick..” said Marcus while squeezing and slapping Diego’s ass. “Take it all, c’mon bitch, keep going I’m almost there!”

They kept fucking for a while longer, up until Marcus moaned “I’m gonna cum man, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum!” “Fuck yeah babe, cum inside me. I wanna feel your cum in my ass” “I’m..almost..there..don’t stop!”

“C’mon Marcus, give..it..to..me!” moaned Diego with each bounce. “Here you goooooo!” yelled Marcus as he filled Diego’s hole with ropes of cum “Take it bitch, take it aaaaall!” he yelled. “Oh yes babe, give it to meee!” moaned Diego as he slowed down while taking Marcus’s huge load up his ass. While still impaled by Marcus’s dick, Diego started to jerk off “Oh yeah babe, I’m about to cum too” “Oh fuck Diego, give it to me. I want to drink it all”. As kept on stroking his dick, Diego got up and with his ass still leaking set on Marcus’s chest “Suck it bitch, make me cum!” and so Marcus began to choke on Diego’s dick, licking the shaft and deepthroating it with ease. After a few more strokes Diego began to cum inside Marcus’s mouth, who swallowed every last drop.

As he fell on his bed, Diego reached Marcus’s face and began to make out with him.

“I think I have to take another shower before leaving” he said, as he felt Marcus’s cum dripping down from his legs. “Will you wait for me so we can have breakfast together?” Diego asked Marcus.

“I’m going to go now” said Marcus while putting his pants on “my mom doesn’t want me to spend the night anywhere, so I need to sneak in before she comes home from her night shift” “Man, you are 27! How can you still leave with your mom?” yelled Diego from under the shower, but Marcus was already gone.

As he dressed for work, he thought about his day ahead, but little did he know what was going to happen.

The morning at school went bye: he loved teaching, especially his first language, Spanish. He studied hard to be a great teacher and loved every minute of it. Being a child of immigrants from Argentina, his life in the US wasn’t always easy: being their only child and also the only one who spoke English, sometimes he had to be the grown up of the family. That’s what sparked in him the passion to help people understand, so teaching it was.

As Diego sat in the teacher's lounge, lost in thoughts of his childhood, the door swung open with a gentle creak. Principal Angela Martinez strode in, her vibrant blue dress a stark contrast to the muted tones of the room. Her warm brown eyes twinkled as she spotted Diego, and a smile spread across her face.

"Ah, Diego! Just the man I was looking for," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Do you have a moment?"

Diego nodded, gesturing to the empty chair beside him. "Of course, Principal Martinez. What can I do for you?"

Angela settled into the seat, smoothing her dress as she did so. "Well, I have some exciting news for you," she began, leaning in conspiratorially. "As you know, Coach Thompson is retiring at the end of this semester."

Diego's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had heard about Coach Thompson’s retirment, but he thought it was just gossip.

“You being his assistant coach for the last 2 years makes the decision super easy for me. Would you like to upgrade to Coach?” asked Principal Martinez.

“I would love to! When do I start?” asked Diego. “I knew I could count on you!” replied P. Martinez “As you know, tryouts are already over, this means that practice starts today. Coach Thompson as decided to give you the keys to the castle from the start of the season, so not to create confusion with the students. Are you up for it?”

As he took a moment to reflect on this huge opportunity coming his way, he thought about his family and the sacrifices they made for him. “I sure am! Thanks P. Martinez, I won’t let you down” replied Diego with a big smile on his face.

“Please, how many times have I told you to call me Angie? Anyhow, as long as you bring our team to victory, we’ll be fine. Take good care of them, especially our star player Liam!”

“Sure do…Angie!” replied Diego, as he got up from his seat. As he left to his next class, he thought about this new and exiting opportunity: the chance to spend more time with the team and especially Liam stirred something in him, more so in his bulge which started to grow.

“It’s going to be a great season"!” he mumbled to himself, adjusting his hard-on while walking to class.

"Uhhhh. Babe?." James opened his eyes slowly catching that the clock read 2:23AM. His boyfriend Kevin jarred him awake.

"It's time girl."

James instinctively opened his mouth as his lover pushed his cock past his plump lips before his eyes had even completely opened. Kevin's heavy meat pressed against his tongue. The slightly man gasped slightly then let out a small grunt. In a matter of seconds, the blonde man now twisted over James' body started to piss in his boyfriend's mouth.

It didn't matter that it was only two in the morning and James has to be at work first thing. James knew this was alsohis job.

Sometimes Kevin woke him up 3 or 4 times during the night so as to
relieve himself into his throat. James quickly sucked sound tgecwarm sloshing piss as it quickly released filling his mouth seemingly endlessly.

Yes he was Kevin's lover but he was also his toilet when need be. It was what they agreed upon early on much to James' dismay but he had to admit he was growing to like it.

James eagerly drank and swallowed his Kevin's urine. Had he even eaten anything that day? He pushed back the thoughts ass the piss began to slight leak outside his lips. He knew if he let Kevin's piss run over not only would he be covered (which he wasn't opposed to) but he would have to get up, change the sheets and wash the dirty ones before Kevin would let him sleep again.

Kevin gave a small thrust as his piss stream began to slow and he finished pissing in his boyfriend's mouth. Taking his dick out he steered his nine inch dick all over James' face wiping the still piss dripping tip against his forehead and cheeks.

"Thanks babe." James muttered licking the residual piss from the corners of his lips.

"Go back to sleep now faggot." Kevin rolled over taking his lover into his arms for a few more hours of sleep.

Confessional time.
I am an ex working girl / masseuse.
I have had quite a life.Happy to share real stories.I will not embellish.
I done some modelling, was a masseuse,indulged in swinging. Etc.

I’m a creature of habit. It’s a mixed blessing — possibly a little bit of a spectrum thing, or maybe run of the mill OCD. I like my routines.

I’d hoped to leverage that tendency to finally get back into shape. But I knew I needed motivation. So after I hit the gym, I’d stop by this little Indy coffee shop call Cuppa Joes, and I give myself a little treat: a coffee (black, iced or hot depending on weather) and some sort of baked thing that definitely wasn’t countering my efforts at all. (Ahem)

I’d been at it for a few months now, to the point where it felt weird if something came up and I missed my gym time, or if something disrupted the treat I’d conditioned myself to expect after. I was making decent, if slow, progress at the gym; I’d dropped nearly 15 pounds and was firming up the bits that jiggled. But I’d felt like I’d hit a plateau; I needed something to shake things up, but was resistant to major changes in my routine.

At 37, I was long past the party boy stage, and not quite at the Settled Dad phase, of my life. I had a boring white collar job for my county government, and I went to the gym three times a week to stave off the middle-aged spread. That was pretty much it — no social life really.

But things changed when I showed up one Saturday and there was a new barista.

“Hey, bra, what can I get ya?” The source of that question was apparently Stevie, a laid-back, 20-something with dimples and a friendly smile and bright blue eyes beneath his dark brown artfully messy hair. He had a bit of scruff going, but whatever DNA produced him seemed to have been a rousing success. Killer cheekbones, lanky but fit body, good teeth — it was shocking how many folks did not understand that bad teeth were a turn off.

“Black coffee, large, no sweeteners,” i mumbled, “and one of those cranberry scones.”

“You got it boss! Warm up the pastry?”

“Yes please,” i said.

“I just started a fresh pot, so have a seat and i will let you know when it’s ready. Name?”

“Caleb,” I said.

I watched him work for a few minutes. Stevie had good looks and an easy friendly manner, and he was competent. After he dealt with the other handful of customers, he poured my coffee from the new pot and grabbed the pastry with some tongs and put it on a plate. He looked around and spotted me, gestured to stay put, and emerged from behind the counter with my order. His smile was infectious.

But that wasn’t everything.

The boy had a goddamned huge bulge, and the black uniform pants did nothing to hide it.

I stared stupidly at it as he approached. I was at one of the low comfy seats rather than a table, so as he walked toward me, the thing was at eye level.

“Caleb, right?” He asked. I nodded stupidly, still staring at his junk like some kind of pervert. I couldn’t help it.

“Great! Yell if you need something,” he said through a million-watt smile, as he set my items down on the low table.

As he walked back to the counter, I noted with some dismay that his ass was pretty darned nice, too.

I was doomed.

Hey everyone. After my story "Two friends with very different cocks" was so well received, I decided to write another fictional story about size difference. This time it's a story told in first person.

Hope you like it Let me know what you think in the comments or PM me.

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“What the hell was I thinking when I said yes to this?” was my thought as I pulled my boxer briefs off.
I’ve never been a fan of being naked among other people. I hated it. I have avoided locker rooms and public showers my whole life because of that. As much as I enjoy the idea of seeing other men naked, the fact that I had to be nude as well has always made me hesitant.
Society in general seems to be very okay with guys just hanging around in the locker room with their dicks out. Friends, acquaintances, colleagues, coworkers. I, for one, have never liked that idea. The thought of being in the same room naked with colleagues from work sounded so weird to me for a long time.
Given my history with the subject, when my colleague Jeff invited me to hang out with him in the hotel’s sauna during a work trip, it was very out of character for me to accept the invitation. Being 30 years old, I wasn’t as self-conscious about my body as I used to be in my teens and twenties. In a way, I forced myself to see it as society seemed to see it: just two guys hanging out. Also, I imagined, I wouldn’t necessarily need to be naked, right?
Never having been in a situation like that before, I just watched Jeff and did the same as him.
Upon arriving at the hotel spa, we went straight to the locker room to get changed. Jeff was a chatty guy, so he kept talking as he removed his shoes and peeled off his t-shirt. I followed suit and did the same once he got out of his pants too. Expecting him to stop there, I gulped when he quite nonchalantly took his underwear off. After putting his clothes in the locker, he wrapped a towel around his waist covering his modesty. As much as I hated having to take my underwear off, the idea of covering myself right after cheered me up. So I took a deep breath and pulled out my boxer briefs, quickly wrapping the towel around myself. Jeff seemed distracted, I was thankful to realize he didn’t see my private parts.
In our towels and flip-flops provided by the hotel, Jeff and I walked to the sauna, finding it empty upon our arrival. “Good,” I thought to myself. The fewer people the better.
I was getting ready to sit on the bench with the towel around my waist when I saw Jeff take off his towel, place it on the bench, and sit on top of it, with his legs wide open and his crown jewels in full view. As much as I wanted to stay covered, I thought it would be weird if I didn’t act the same as him. “Just two guys hanging out, nothing weird about it,” I thought as I reluctantly followed Jeff’s lead, sitting on the bench across from him.
As I awkwardly propped myself on the bench and tried to act casual about all that exposition, I marveled at how Jeff was comfortable in that situation. It was not a surprise, given how good he looked. His shoulders were wide and round, pecs hairy and well-defined, strong arms, and thick thighs. And, right in the middle of all that, a stunning and thick softie hung heavily over his big pair of balls that rested over the bench. His cock was fully soft, I had seen it dangle just a moment before, and it had to be over 5 inches, probably closer to 6.
In between my reluctantly open legs, the situation was drastically different: the embarrassment had made my already modest softie shrink to about 2 inches. It was not hanging, but rather resting over my balls, the tip of my cock pointing at Jeff. My tight ballsack, which never in my life hung low like Jeff’s, was far away from the bench underneath me, tucked in a little ball attached to my crotch.
I could feel his eyes on me as the blood rushed to my face. He took a while staring at my crotch, as I probably did staring at his too. None of us said a word, but when his glance moved from my crotch to my eyes, the knowing grin on his face spoke volumes.
“Fuck, I really needed this,” Jeff was the one to break the silence.
“Yeah,” I said, hesitantly. “It’s quite… relaxing.”
Jeff chuckled.
“I’m sorry man, but you don’t seem very relaxed right now. Is something bothering you?” He asked.
“No, it’s fine. It’s just that I…” I stuttered. “I’m not used to being like this…”
“Like this how?” Jeff asked.
“Naked… with other guys,” I said, looking down.
My face was burning red, I could feel it.
“Oh, I see. That… makes sense,” Jeff said, glancing at my crotch. “But hey, it’s just us guys here. Safe space.”
“Yeah, I’m trying to get used to it,” I said shyly.
“You will. Just try to relax and enjoy. The nakedness becomes nothing when you realize both of us are in the same boat. I'm just as exposed as you. The same thing you have down there I have here too.”
“Yeah, except for the slight variation in size…” I said, immediately regretting my tentative at being funny.
It seemed to have worked though. Jeff let out a laugh.
“Or maybe not so slight,” he said with a chuckle. “But yeah, that’s the spirit.”
The joke lightened the mood and made me relax, even with his not-so-subtle remark. Somehow, having our blatant size difference acknowledged by both of us made me more comfortable with the situation.
As we continued chatting about work and life in general, I tried to ignore the fact that Jeff and I were bare naked in front of each other, but it was a challenging task. Especially with his handsome manly body and massive cock and balls in front of me like that. As much as I tried to fix my gaze on his face, my eyes kept wandering down: his wide chest, his hairy belly, his gorgeous junk. His presence was so powerful it commanded the room and my thoughts as well. Before I noticed, my dick started to get hard.
I could just feel it growing and slowly separating itself from my balls and getting erect. Part of me wanted to just cover myself, put my hands in front of it, or wrap the towel around my waist again. But I wanted so badly to act natural that I just froze there, horrified, as my dick grew to a powerful, rock-hard, borderline painful erection. As I sat completely exposed with my cock in its full 4 inches glory, I watched Jeff’s eyes distractedly travel down and meet my crotch.
He couldn’t hold another chuckle.
“Looks like you’re not so shy anymore, little bud.”
“Fuck, sorry about that, man!” I said, finally covering my boner with my hands.
“Don’t be sorry, buddy. It happens all the time. You're not the first guy to pop a boner when I drop my pants.”
“N-no, that's not why…” I stammered when Jeff interrupted me.
“There’s no need to deny it, we both know what's going on here. The reason I invited you in the first place was because I thought you might enjoy the view. Your little boner makes it clear that I was right.”
I didn't answer, just watched as he started slowly stroking his big cock.
“Come on, don’t hide it. Let the little bone breathe.”
I tentatively moved my hands to my thighs, exposing my dick to him again. Once again following his lead, I started to stroke my raging hardon.
“It's fun jerking off with a buddy like that, don't you think?” He asked, casually.
“Yeah, it feels nice,” I said, still embarrassed.
I watched, mesmerized, as his cock grew to full erection under his touch.
“So, what do you think about it?” He asked, noticing my eyes glued to his crotch.
“It's… huge!” I said, in full honesty.
“If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that…” Jeff said, grinning.
I smiled. “I bet it never gets old.”
“No, it doesn't, buddy. I love hearing it.”
“Makes mine look tiny,” I said, surprising myself with my honesty.
“Yours looks pretty small on its own, buddy. But yeah, most dicks look small compared to mine. Here, let's see.”
Jeff stood in front of me and had me get up as well, lining our erections side by side.
“You're like twice my size,” I said, my voice trembling with excitement, as I looked at his grinning face inches away from mine.
“Yeah, I'm usually the biggest guy in the room, but not by that much”.
“I guess I wasn't very lucky in the genetics lottery,” I said with a fake smile.
“Looks like I got lucky for the both of us,” Jeff said, sitting beside me on the bench.
“How big is it exactly?” I asked.
“Guess.”
“I don't know, like… 10 inches?”
Jeff laughed out loud. “Guys like you always think I'm gigantic. I'm big, but not that big. It's 8 inches.”
“Guys like me? What do you mean by that?”
“Guys with dicks like yours,” Jeff said with a wink. “Guys who look at my cock the way you're looking right now and pop a boner.”
“Guilty of all charges,” I thought, but stayed silent.
“Here, play with it," he said, letting go of his dick and putting both hands behind his head.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Come on, man. Get to work. We both know you want to.”
I tentatively put my right hand on his cock while I continued jerking myself with my left hand. The difference was astounding. My hardon disappeared completely inside my hand, while I could barely close my fist around Jeff's meaty massiveness.
“A cock like mine needs two hands, bro,” Jeff said.
I let go of my dick and started stroking Jeff's big shaft. My left hand felt pretty good about the upgrade.
“Get on your knees, you'll be more comfortable.”
“What if someone walks in?” I asked, concerned.
“They'll see a little dick boy worshipping a massive cock. Just another regular evening in the sauna. Get down, man.”
Once again, I obeyed.
Kneeling on the floor in front of him, I wrapped both hands around his cock and started stroking again. It felt amazing, almost unbelievable, having a dick so big in my hands. With one hand around its base and the other fist right above it, gripping mid-shaft, the head remained completely out in the open. You could easily fit a third hand on there.
I looked up at Jeff and found him staring back at me with a smug smile on his face. He didn’t verbalize it, but his expression said everything: he was satisfied to put me in my place, on my knees, servicing his big cock. At least that’s what I thought he meant, and I tended to agree.
When I wasn’t working with two hands on Jeff’s meaty cock, I used one hand to massage his balls. He seemed to enjoy that, which in turn made me enjoy it. I realized I was no longer feeling ashamed. Being there, servicing that big cock, giving that man pleasure, it felt… right.
Just as that thought crossed my mind, I felt Jeff’s cock pulsate and his balls get tighter. He was approaching orgasm. He took hold of his cock and stroke it harder, aiming it at me. His manly moans and grunts filled the room as he sprayed his warm abundant cum all over my chest. Rope after rope hit my skin and rolled down my abs, some getting trapped in my body hair, some sliding further down towards my crotch.
“Wow, that was great. Let's do it again tomorrow,” Jeff said when he was done panting, getting up, and wrapping his towel around his waist. “Let's go shower.”
I was still kneeling on the floor covered in cum and with my cock as hard as ever. Still having a hard time computing everything that had just happened, I got up and reached for my towel to clean up the cum from my chest.
Before I could do it, Jeff took the towel and hung it on his right shoulder.
Let me take the towel for you so you don’t get cum on it. I'll give it to you after you're finished showering.
“But I need to cover myself,” I said, confused.
“No, you don't. Let's flaunt that rock-hard dick for everyone in the spa. Let's go,” he said already leaving the sauna.
I clumsily walked after him, trying to stay behind him so other people wouldn't be able to see me. A few guys walked past us, but I don’t think they noticed my boner or the huge load dripping from my chest.
My dick stayed fully hard during the whole time as we showered. The whole experience made me too horny, I knew my hardon would only go away once I came. I did a pretty good job hiding my erection from other guys in the shower room, which Jeff was finding pretty amusing.
When Jeff and I were back in the locker room, only one other man was getting changed close to us. He acknowledged our presence but didn't seem to notice my boner, thankfully.
As I was opening my locker to take my clothes and finally hide my dick from sight, Jeff talked to the guy.
“Don't mind my friend here, he got excited in the sauna,” he said, catching the man's attention.
The older man was sitting when he turned to look at me, his eyesight in line with my crotch. Upon taking in the view of my hardon, he let out a chuckle and shook his head.
“Better take care of that when you get to your room, buddy,” Jeff told me, once again making the other guy laugh.
I turned bright red again, quickly put my clothes on, and left.
Jeff was right about one thing though: as soon as I entered the hotel room, my clothes went off and a few strokes were enough to elicit a massive load out of my balls. Well, massive by my standards at least. It was not even close to the amount Jeff had sprayed on my chest minutes before. As I looked at the little puddle of cum in my belly button, I thought to myself:
“Even in this department, that fucker beats me.”

Here is a little story/scenario I wrote for a friend a while ago, please let me know what you think...

We meet at the arranged time and day, we both enter together and immediately get down to business but not before we both get a drink, maybe some alcohol. I sit down and you sit next to me. We start talking and you become fixated on my grey donnay socks that I am wearing and you can see between my joggers and trainers. You keep flicking between my face/eyes and my socked feet. I say to you "like what you see?", you can't do anything but nod. I force you down onto the floor, I tell you to remove my black trainers, you remove them one by one and can't resist the temptation of sniffing them... So you lift them one by one to your nose, me not giving you permission, disobey me so I lift your face up to me and spit at you, telling you to be a good boy...

After spitting in your face I life up my socked feet for put one behind your head and the other in front of your nose and mouth pushing your head into the one sock making you sniff/smell and taste them, you can't resist but but your tongue out and taste the one, I notice and slide you socked foot onto your mouth making you gag as I push it in as far as I can. You reach down and grab your hard cock as you think I didn't notice and you begin to play with yourself... I kick you over onto your back making your hand fly away, I then grab some ropes and handcuffs and tie your hands up but not before removing your t-shirt, then tying up your other hand...

I remove my one sock and gag you with it using a ball gag to hold it in place, then I tie your hands up to the ceiling making you stand up helpless, I slide down your trousers and boxers leaving you stood there naked in front of me, you want me as I strip off making you even harder... I then use one of my other socks to blindfold you, I also grab another one of my used socks that I brought with me to slide over your rock hard cock... After that I untie your hands, you look at my legs before flicking back to my face, you then get on your knees and beg for me to let you hump my legs which I let you do briefly, you start making faces as though you are going to cum and as you do start making them faces I push you off...

I then tie you down again this time in spread eagle position allowing me access to the majority of your body, I leave the sock blindfold on but remove the ball gag and sock, I climb on top of you my hard cock in your face, I slide it into your mouth making you taste it, going nice and slowly I slide deeper and deeper into your mouth, gradually getting harder and harder deeper and deeper... I then remove my cock from your mouth as your eyes start to water... I then climb off and look down at your naked helpless body just laying there hard cock with one of my donnay socks on it fluffy side touching your head...

I reach over to my bag and remove my wand, I also notice that you brought your wand with you, two for the price of one I think, I pick them both us and use them one on your balls while the other on your sensitive head, you start to wriggle uncontrollably. I spit at your face telling you to stop, you continue, you start to moan saying you are getting close, I stop with both wands, I then remember to gag you once again with the sock and ball gag that I forget to replace...

I then continue with the wands, you once again start to wriggle, I spit and tell you once again to stop, you don't so I pull out a dildo I had hiding away and some lube, firstly lubing up my fingers to slide into your hole to loosen you a little, you let out a squeak as it's the first time you have let anything up there, once I think you are ready I slide the dildo in slowly inch by inch making you wriggle, squirm and moan, I grab the wand and use the wand on the dildo making it vibrate as I use the dildo slowly at first getting deeper and deeper harder and harder, I see your cock grow even more as I hit your g-spot...

I then turn back to your cock and start to edge you with one hand and a wand while I fuck you with a dildo with the other, your body starts to shake as you once again get close, I stop each and every time edging you more and more, you start leaking precum all over my sock, I continue to edge, your body can't take much more and you shake even more cock throbbing in my hand you lift your body off the bed and explode everywhere and I mean everywhere, my sock, your body, my hand and my body all covered in your cum..., I then remove the sock off your cock leaving fluffy bits and cum, I use my hand and polish your head making you shake even more...

I leave you tied up on the bed although I remove the blindfold and gag and I say "you are such a good boy aren't you?", I leave you tied up until I am ready to release you...

All characters are 18+

“How do you afford all of this shit, man?” I asked Corey, as we walked to college. “Every fucking week you have something else”.

My best friend strolled next to me with a shit eating grin on his face. He was the only nineteen year old I knew who changed his entire wardrobe more than he changed his own underwear. In fact, over the last couple of months, I was pretty certain that I hadn’t seen him wearing the same outfit twice.

“I’m an –”

“Investor” I interrupted, rolling my eyes, “so you keep saying, but what does that even mean?”

“Don’t worry your little head about it, Jake” he laughed, and tussled my blond hair, “some of us are just more financially savvy than others”.

I shrugged him off as we continued to college, but I was becoming more and more envious of my best friend. He didn’t have a job that I knew of, and his parents certainly weren’t wealthy, so where on earth was he getting so much money from?

It wasn’t just his clothes, either. Corey had bought new watches, new jewellery, and had even shown me his CashApp one time, and the figure was astonishing. There was something strange going on with him, but he refused to share it with anybody.

“You’re selling drugs, right?” I asked, as we sat down for lunch later that day. Corey cracked up at that, and shook his head.

“No” he grinned, “I’m not selling drugs”.

“You’re scamming people” I said, watching his reaction, “that’s it, you’re scamming people!”

“I’m not scamming people, either” he scoffed.

I poured through the possibilities as we ate in silence. If he wasn’t selling drugs and he wasn’t part of some elaborate scam, then what else could it be?

“Look” he said, finishing his lunch, “if you want in, then I could probably pull some strings”.

My eyes widened. I’d never had more than what my mom gave me for lunch money every day. The idea of having enough money to buy my own things, almost made me jump from the chair.

“When?” I asked, eagerly, and Corey chuckled.

“Today” he said, “after college”.

I beamed at him. If Corey was able to make me rich, I’d be forever thankful. He stood up first but kept his eyes pinned on me.

“It’s gotta’ stay between us, though” he told me, and I nodded. “I’m serious, bro. Nobody can ever know about it”.

“My lips are sealed” I said, zipping them shut, but Corey didn’t look convinced, and leaned forward before he left.

“Look, it mightn’t be for you” he whispered, “and I need you not to think any less of me when you find out what it is, alright?”

I cocked a brow and felt the unease begin to creep in.

“Is uh… Is this illegal?”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that” he said, getting back up, “it’s just different”.

With those words, Corey pulled his backpack onto his shoulder and left the canteen, and I remained seated, trying to figure out whether to be nervous or excited. By the time the bell sounded, I’d settled on both.

For the rest of the day, the only thing I could focus on was the mystery money-making scheme that Corey was finally bringing me in on. Sure, I was anxious, but I’d watched for months as my best friend earned more and more and more money, and now it was my turn.

“Alright, so when do I meet the kingpin?” I joked, as we left the college and turned right instead of left.

Corey seemed far less enthused about the plan now that it was actually happening, and I could sense it by the way he spoke.

“Dude, I don’t care what it is” I said, just to ease the growing tension. “If it pays money, then that’s all that matters, right?”

“Right” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing” he replied.

“There’s definitely something wrong”.

Corey stared at me with his bright, blue eyes. “I don’t want you to think I’m… Well, I don’t want you to think I’m weird”.

I laughed. “I already think you’re weird” I told him, and he eventually cracked a smile, too. “I’m open minded, man” I said, brushing him off, “let’s go and make that cash!”

I rarely went into the city alone. It wasn’t a particularly glamorous place to be, and there’d been enough news stories over the years to keep most normal people away, but I followed Corey down one street, then another, and soon we were on a road that I’d never even seen before.

The houses were falling apart. Some of them were completely boarded up, whilst others looked as though they’d been burned down. Groups of people stood on street corners, and the further we walked, the more nervous I became.

“Y… You’re sure this is legal?” I gulped, as two vicious looking men glared at us.

“Yes” he mumbled, and finally we reached a house that looked a little less abandoned than all the rest. Corey stopped me at the gate and stared at me.

“You promise this won’t mess things up between us?” He asked, sincerely.

“Dude, we’ve been best friends since we were like three years old, nothing could mess things up”.

He took a deep breath, which did little for my own nerves, and opened the rusted gate before ushering me in after him.

“Do you have your ID?” He asked, which was a very strange question, indeed.

“Uh… Yeah?” I replied, patting my pocket, “why?”

Corey didn’t answer me. He hopped up the two steps of the porch and wrapped on the door three times before looking back at me.

“You asked for this” he said, and my heart raced even faster.

Nothing happened for a moment. We both stood there, waiting, and then eventually something sounded from the other side. A chain, then a lock, then another lock. The door swung open, and a middle aged man with a smart shirt and pants stood in front of us, and smiled at Corey.

“My man!” He said, slapping my best friend on the back, before his eyes slowly turned to me. “And who do we have here?”

“Jake” Corey half grunted, barely looking at me. “He uh… He wants to make some money”.

“Does he, now?” The man said, running his tongue over his top lip as he continued to stare at me. Immediately, I felt uncomfortable. “And how old is Jake?” He asked, and I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or about me.

“Eighteen” I said.

“Got some ID, kid?”

I shoved my hand into my pocket and pulled out the card. The man had taken it from me before I could even decide if I wanted him to, but I simply stood there as he scanned it and handed it back.

“Name’s Shane” he said, holding out his hand, which I shook gingerly. “Come on inside”.

The inside of the house was far nicer than the outside. The furniture was modern and expensive. The decor was just the same, and it was far larger than I had expected. The fact that it wasn’t a complete dump made me a little less nervous.

“Want a drink?” Shane asked, but both of us declined. “Go ahead and get yourselves ready” he said, pointing toward a door.

Corey looked back at me. I could see sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he pushed open the door and beckoned me to follow.

“I know you’re gonna’ think I’m a freak, bro” he said “but–”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re a…”

My words trailed off as I stepped into what was supposed to be a living room. The window was completely blacked out, but two large soft boxes in each corner lit the room in a harsh, bright light. There was no sofa or television. No coffee table, or cosy wallpaper, the place looked like a photography studio, if one could ignore the large double bed in the middle.

“This is it” Corey said, raising his arms. “This is how I’ve been making money”.

I still didn’t understand. How on earth was he making money here? I looked around, but there wasn’t exactly much to look at. A small cabinet sat on one side of the room, but everything else was almost strikingly white.

“I don’t get it” I said, looking back to Corey, “what is all of this shit?”

“Uh, shit?” Shane laughed, returning with an expensive looking camera around his neck. “This, my friend, costs more than you make in a year!”

“That wouldn’t be hard” I replied, and he laughed again and slapped my shoulder, just like he’d done to Corey.

“I like this guy, Corey” he said, squeezing me. “I think he’ll do well. Real well”.

I watched as Corey smiled awkwardly, and shuffled on his feet. Shane was obviously a photographer of some sort, but that still didn’t explain how Corey was making so much money, nor how I was going to be able to do the same.

“Let’s get some nice shots of you two” Shane said, guiding me toward one of the blank walls. Corey moved in next to me, and the flash of light burst as Shane took the photo.

“Come on, lads” he said, raising the camera back to his eye, “let’s try to look a little less like I’m holding you hostage” he chuckled.

I glanced at Corey who was now smiling, and awkwardly did the same. Perhaps we were simply modelling for some sort of magazine.

“Much better” Shane said, moving closer and taking another few photographs. “How do you two know each other?”

“We’ve been friends for years” Corey explained, as the flash exploded again.

“Nice” Shane nodded, “that’ll make for some good chemistry. Jake, why don’t you go ahead and put your arm around Corey”.

I looked at my best friend, but he refused to return the eye contact. A flicker of worry crossed his face, and suddenly, it started to make sense.

“Come on, Jake” Shane said, “it’s gonna’ get a lot spicier than this” he added with a rough laugh, and then I realised exactly what it was that Corey had been doing.


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*First story ever. Basically 100% straight story. I like the idea of a shitty, macho main character losing to the sweet nerd, a la A Sure Bet by grimbous. This is part 1. Hope y’all enjoy it *

My name is Mark. Mid twenties, pretty good looking, strong, big dick, alpha I would say. Always had the prettiest girl in school. I worked out a little at the gym but I didn’t have to, I was a specimen with a 7” cock. I met Katie right after college. We met at a coffee shop. I was there waiting for my food and in comes this 5’8”, pixie cut platinum blonde in tight fitting workout wear. Her skin pale, soft blue eyes, pouty pink lips. ‘I guess she works at the gym next door,’ I thought to myself as she strode over to my left, grabbing a large order with multiple drinks. I was trying to puff up my chest and flex my arms to get her attention. She grabbed her order and finally, with her back turned, I scanned her, starting from the bottom up.

Her legs started out slender, strong calves. Working at a gym probably helps. Above her knees, her thighs got thicker and thicker, but toned all the way up, until they reached her impossibly large and round bubble butt. Her tiny workout shorts were filled to the brim with her form, her every little move accented with a slight jiggle. Her wide hips led to a tiny waist I could imagine almost encircling with my hands. I kept moving up and then I realized she was turning back around. I glanced away but got one more look as she passed me and I finally saw her chest: two massive, perky tits that sat high on her chest. Her tight workout top definitely could not contain them. Her tits were pushing up through the cleavage of her top and out of the sides, their heft apparent with each of her steps.


TL;DR Blonde, fit, thick thighs, fat ass, tiny waist, huge tits. Basically what I tell my buddies now that we’re getting married. I held the door open for her, she looked me up and down, we got to chatting, the rest is history. Really, though, I took her home and rocked her fucking world but that’s what happens to all the women I’ve been with.

Yep, Katie and I are getting married. And I want a blowout bachelor party.

I had found this place about a year ago that hosts bachelor parties, the MEC, or Male Enhancement Center. They have this process that’s supposed to “unlock your Masculinity.”

From what I’ve read, it makes your dick bigger. Not that I needed it. But who doesn’t want to be EVEN MORE top dog?

“Some men also have experienced slightly increased muscle tone and health but these cases are rare and will need to be monitored by our in-house doctors.”

Maybe I can get some muscle tone too? That’d be nice. I have since stopped going to the gym, now that I had a ring on her. Katie only works at the gym part time now, so she doesn’t go all that often either.

But where I have since gotten a fat beer belly, chubby face, and reduced energy, Katie has been very different. She put on a little weight too, sure, but it has gone exclusively to her tits and ass. Still that incredibly tiny waist and those toned legs. And her part time work at the gym has kept her energy and pep up. She was hotter than ever.

Damn, I really need this to unlock me. Although from the forums I’ve scoured, this is basically increased energy and some fat loss, if anything. I’m so masculine though. I’m the fucking man of men. Hell I’ll probably walk out of there more buff and hung than they’ve ever seen. I’ll be able to get 10 girls hotter than Katie just by slapping my hog on a bar and ripping my shirt while flexing. This is going to be awesome. Soon.

I’m finishing my list of groomsmen. We’ll all have our “masculinity” unlocked and they’ll all be shocked how massive I get.

“Hey Mark I was hoping you could save one groomsman spot for my friend Kyle?” Katie shook me from my thoughts of future grandeur.

Ugh, Kyle. Scrawny, shy guy she worked with at the gym for a long time and have stayed friends. I invited him out with my buddies once and he was so quiet and boring. Talking about the music he liked or the games he played. We’re at a fucking bar watching the fucking game. Get a fucking clue dude. So lame.

But her parents are paying for the wedding and the bachelor and bachelorette parties (basically just gave us a bunch of money) so I didn’t want to upset Katie, lest I miss my chance to become a walking babe magnet.

So I begrudgingly said, “Okay, sure, Kyle can be a groomsman.”

“And you’ll take him with you guys on your bachelor party outing whatever thing you’re doing?”

“Okay.”

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The limo stopped in front of the MEC and we stepped out. I had my groomsmen flanking me as we walked inside: some of my frat buddies, couple of my coworkers (Chris and Jake), and Kyle. I ended up using most of the bachelor/bachelorette party money to order the exclusive “Ultimate” party package.

“We at the MEC have been developing our technology and processes for many years now. But the one thing that has consistently improved and ensured the best “results” has been stimulating blood flow through sexual arousal before, during, and after the procedure. This increased blood flow to certain parts of the body results in each patient reaching their highest potential masculinity. Here is where our Ultimate package comes in.

“The Ultimate package comes with our best staff, exclusive to only the Ultimate package. Hand-picked and specifically trained, our staff of women (and men, at request) will be present to ensure the best experience. Each patient will be able to choose from our roster one member of our staff, assigned to accompany and guide them through the procedure. For any bachelor parties, the lucky bachelor will be able to choose TWO staff members to accompany him. We’ll help you be your best for your wedding day!”

Once inside, we were ushered into what looked like a small screening room, with two rows of recliners arranged like stadium seating, facing the front of the room which was currently concealed by red velvet curtains. The woman who we met at the front desk and led us to this room did not inspire confidence. Short, round, curmudgeonly, there was no way this fat old lady was getting me aroused.

“Are they gonna screen some porn or something? I need a fucking palette cleanser after that,” one of my frat buddies said, pointing to the old woman as she exited out the door. She paused a moment before leaving, shooting a glare at the commenter.

“Thank you. I hope the rest of your work day goes well!” Kyle added. The old woman softened, smiled, and waved at Kyle before reverting to that sour face, looking at the rest of the group as the door closed.

“Dude what the fuck? Go chase after her and I bet you could choose her as your woman for the night haha!” my coworker Chris sneered. I told all my other groomsmen about Kyle, how I had to invite him, how I disliked him, and how he’s just a fucking pussy.

“Bring out the ladies already!” my other coworker, Jake, chimed in. I could hear the disinterest in Jake’s voice but that was expected. Jake was one of my managers and he’s gay. I invited him hoping to impress him, being so inclusive and tolerant and all. I didn’t want to have to stare at his presumably male accompaniment all night but if it meant promotion (eventually even taking Jake’s job) I could suck it up.

As if on cue, the red curtains parted and the lights fixed on the stage.

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Sitting there, drinks in hand, the retracting curtains revealed a group of about 20 women.

“Holy shit,” most of us, including myself, whispered to ourselves.

Each woman was dressed in an extremely tight and revealing nurses outfit, complete with tall white pumps, garter disappearing up into their tiny skirts, and a delicate candy striper hat. Fat tits, slender bodies, blondes and brunettes, there was a wide range of incredibly hot sluts for me to choose from. Oh and a couple of buff dudes off to the side, for Jake I guessed.

“Obviously I’m choosing first,” I said as I stood up to approach the gaggle who will probably all want to gag on my impending massive cock.

They all stayed in their presenting pose, smiling their cherry red lips at me as I began scrutinize their physical qualities. ‘You’re the fucking man so you get the fucking hottest ones,’ I thought, convincing myself what I felt I deserved, bachelor party or not. How did I do my evaluating? My hands, grabbing handfulls of tits and ass, lifting their chins and moving them side to side, getting the best look at whether they passed my exacting standards.

I finally settled on two: the first, a blonde plastic bombshell, lips, tits, and ass filled to bursting; the second, a short, tight bodied Latina, fiery eyes and the most perfect booty I’ve ever seen and felt. Better than Katie’s.

The rest of the group followed, electing instead to run up and choose immediately, trying to get their preferred bitch before anyone else. Some more blondes and brunettes and a cute redhead were selected, with Jake taking a little more time with the two men, eventually grabbing a very built black guy’s hand, leading him back to his chair.

“Everyone all set? Let’s get this fucking started!” I said, so ready to get to the procedure room. Except, apparently one of us still had not chosen.

There was Kyle, on stage, going about his selection very differently. He was walking up to the remaining women, shaking their hand, asking their name, and… chatting?

“Yo wtf Kyle, let’s get a move on. Stop chatting like a little bitch. Find one you think is hot and let’s go. You probably have never been around women like this so all of them should be hot to you,” I angrily chuckled, my arms draped around the bombshell and the Latina at my side, left hand groping the bombshell’s silicone balloons.

Kyle approached this fit and slender one, kinda looked like an e-girl, short jet black hair, nose piercing, painted black nails. I didn’t make out her name (not that it mattered) as she shook hands with Kyle and started chatting. She giggled and smiled with Kyle, looking pretty sexy. They hugged and held hands as they joined the rest of the group. Ugh, whatever. Finally.

“Yeah let’s fucking do it!!”

“Let’s go!!”

My boys shouted, raring to go. ‘Hell yeah, let’s get massive,’ I excitedly thought.

The next door brought us into a large room with these crazy pods, looking like a laboratory. There was a glass paneled observation area, with the rest of the women who weren’t chosen holding clipboards looking on. And there stood the curmudgeon, peering down the bridge of her nose through her glasses. She grabbed the microphone.

“Ladies, please bring your patient to his pod and prepare to begin.”

My ladies and I walked to the end of the row of pods, settling on the last pod. The women (and Jake’s guy) had started close their proximity, running their hands through our hair and up and down our bodies.

“Will the patients please strip naked and step into the pods. Your attendants will assist you.”

Wait, what? Strip? This wasn’t explained on the website. What the fuck? Whatever, doesn’t matter. I’m the strongest, most masculine man in this group of boys. They’ll all get to see my massive masculinity and despair.

“Yeah baby! Take my belt off!” I looked to my left and saw this thick light skinned black woman staring up at Chris with this smoldering look while she pulled his pants down. Everyone was getting the treatment, the ladies unbuttoning shirts and taking off socks until we were all down to our underwear.

The bombshell was kneeling in front me, having just tossed my pants and socks to the side. She stared at my sizable bulge, looked up with those big blue eyes, and mouthed “Oh my God.” The Latina, meanwhile, stayed standing on my right, leg wrapped around me, taking off my shirt while my hand felt and gripped the incredible curvature of her butt. Both peppered my neck and body with kisses. Definitely getting aroused.

It was only then I realized who was assigned to the pod next to mine. Kyle. I could see him visibly shaking as the e-girl removed his pants. He was even scrawnier once stripped down. Thin, no muscle mass, and small tightie whities that looked to be holding nothing inside.

“Last step ladies! Let’s get that last piece of clothing off and help your patient get comfortable in the pod. Patients, once inside and comfortable, we will close the pod doors and do a short countdown. The process only takes a few seconds. You will see a very bright flash of light. It’ll take a few seconds before you get your bearings and can see again. But then we’ll open the pods and you can witness the realization of your masculinity.”

With that, the Latina slinked her fine legs around, gently rubbing that ass across my bulge before settling on her knees next to the bombshell. Down came the waistband and out came my semi-erect cock. Staring at my cock, in unison, they both placed their hands on their cheeks and openly mouthed “so big.” Damn right.

I turned to Kyle again and almost laughed. The e-girl, instead of kneeling, stood eye to eye with Kyle, seemingly trying to comfort a still shaking Kyle. Well, I say eye to eye, but with the high heels, she definitely stood above him. Damn, he’s pretty short too, haha. Down went his waistband and out came… a tiny little dick. Again, suppressed laughter. Out of this long bush stuck out a thin, rock hard, penis. The e-girl looked down, up at Kyle’s face, and with a reassuring smile, gave him a big hug.

Suddenly, we were all naked. The attendants grabbed a clipboard and cloth tape measure. They were taking down our ‘before’ measurements. With the bombshell taking notes, the Latina started to measure bicep size, chest size, thigh size, and finally dick length and girth.

“6.7” long and 5.3” girth,”’ the Latina dictated, the bombshell writing down the final measurements. I could hear Kyle ask the e-girl what his final numbers were.

“4.8” long and 4.4” girth,” she whispered, not low enough for me not to hear, though. Haha what a fucking wimp.

Suddenly, we were quickly pushed into our pods, disappearing from each others view. The front of the pod was clear glass. The bombshell and the Latina preened and posed as the pod door sealed shut, the bombshell pulling down her dress, exposing more of her ample cleavage, with the Latina turned around, shaking and jiggling that prodigious booty. I could hear all of the pod doors shut and lock. A whirring sound started and began to build as the pods came to life. Then I heard the microphone click on one more time.

“All right gentlemen! Here we go! 3… 2… 1…”

Part 1 - Introduction

Daniel has been friends with Oliver, whom everyone usually calls Ollie, for a while now. They met around five years ago in a bar. They were both by themselves. Daniel was supposed to go with a friend (Liam) that night, but Liam canceled lastminute. There’s an age gap between Daniel and Oliver, of 11 years to be precise. Ollie is 39 years old now, Daniel is 28.

The age gap has never bothered either of them, never. They both have a lot of the same interests, the same mindset and they actually just don’t care. If it clicks, it clicks. There is one ‘big’ difference though; Daniel is bisexual, Ollie is straight.

Ever since the night the two met, they hang out at least once a month. But most of the time more often. One night, the men were hanging out at Ollie’s place, listening to some music, drinking some beers and just having a good ol’ time.


Part 2 - The Tease

“Man, what should we do? Stay here or go into town?” Daniel asks Ollie. Ollie is visibly thinking about what he wants and eventually gives an answer. “I guess we can stay here tonight. It’s been an expensive couple of months. My birthday, Christmas, New Year’s…” sums Ollie up. “Alright, fine by me. You want another beer then?” Without even answering the question, Ollie hands his empty beer bottle to Daniel and Daniel walks to the small kitchen, puts the empty beer bottles on the kitchen counter and grabs two new ones out of the fridge. “Here you go man.” They both take a sip, which is followed by a silence of a couple of seconds. Ollie breaks the silence. “Have you fucked someone recently? Had any luck?” Daniel nods his head. “No man, it’s been very silent these past couple of months.” Daniel wishes he had sex recently. He has major blue balls. “Yeah, same for me. There was this girl a couple of weeks ago. She was really pretty and all, I really tried to win her over, but damn did she give me a hard time.” Daniel chuckles. “Don’t sweat man, you’ve been luckier than me these past couple of months.” Ollie agrees. Again, there is a couple seconds of silence. This time, Daniel breaks the silence. “I got major blue balls though, it’s insane.”
“There’s only one way to fix that man, if you don’t count fucking.”
“I know, I’ve jerked off several times this week. But still, it’s not working. I really need somebody else to fix this, I’m afraid.” Daniel can see Ollie checking him out from head to toe, followed by a small doubt. He wonders what Ollie’s gonna say, but nothing. Instead, Daniel drops his beer and it spills all over his lap. “Shit!” he screams. Daniel jumps out of his chair and puts the beer on the coffee table. He tries to dry his pants, but too much beer has spilled for it to be able to dry quickly. “I’m so sorry Ollie, there’s beer all over your chair now.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” Ollie walks to the kitchen and comes back with two towels. He gives one towel to Daniel and tries to clean the chair with the other towel. “I think the damage will be small. Oh and you can borrow some sweats from me.” He walks into his bedroom to grab a pair of sweats and comes back. “Come on, drop your pants mister.” Daniel pulls down his pants, but when they’re at his knees he remembers he’s not wearing any underwear. Once again (yeah, it has happened before) Daniel was out of clean underwear, so he decided to go commando for the day. “Oh sorry, I completely forgot about this.” Ollie laughs. “Don’t worry mate. And damn, you are big. How big are you?”
“Wait, you’ve never seen me nude before?” He could’ve sworn he had. “No, at least not that I can remember. And I would’ve remembered this. So, how big?”
“Can you just please give me those sweats?” Daniel’s still standing there, with his pants at his knees. “Not before you answer me, it’s rude to ignore your host’s question.” Daniel really doesn’t want to answer this question, it’s kind of awkward. But he also just wants to wear a pair of pants again. “Around 8 inches hard. Now give me those sweats, Ollie.” He starts walking towards Daniel, still looking at his dick. “Can I touch it?”
“No, are you mad?” Luckily, Ollie is close enough to Daniel to grab the sweats out of his hands. He quickly pulls down his own pants completely off his legs and puts on the clean pair of sweats. “Going commando in my pants, nice.”
“What happened to you? Why are you interested in my dick, all of the sudden? Or in any dick at all?”
“Don’t worry, I’m just teasing you mate. And by the way, your bed partners are very lucky.” Daniel gets red. “Well, thank you. So, how big are you?”
“Well, I’m not gonna tell you!”
“Are you serious? I just told you how big mine is. The last you could do is tell me how big yours is.”
“Fair enough, but I’m still not gonna tell you.” Before Daniel can fight back again, Ollie unbuckles his belt, button and unzips. What the hell is happening here? Ollie pulls his jeans down and there it is: a hard dick, in all its full glory. In its full, 7 inches glory.

The coffee shop smelled of roasted beans, warm cinnamon, and something faintly sweet—vanilla, maybe. Outside, the snow fell in slow, lazy flakes, settling gently on the rooftops and the branches of the evergreens lining the street. The windows of Brews & Books fogged slightly from the heat inside, blurring the colorful Christmas lights strung across the town square.

Evan Hart sat at his usual table by the corner window, one hand curled around a steaming mug of black coffee. His other hand rested on a book he wasn’t reading, his thumb absently tracing the frayed edge of the cover. The book was old, a thrift-store find he’d picked up years ago—a collection of poetry he liked to revisit when his mind felt restless. Lately, it felt restless all the time.

He glanced outside, watching as a couple walked hand in hand through the snow, their laughter muted by the glass. The man held an oversized bag from the local bakery, and the woman leaned into his arm as if to soak up his warmth. Evan looked away quickly, a dull ache spreading in his chest.

“Still staring at strangers like a creep?”

Evan flinched at the voice, snapping his head toward the seat across from him. Connor was already sliding into the chair, his grin as wide and easy as ever. He shrugged off his coat, snowflakes clinging to his dark curls and the shoulders of his flannel shirt.

“I wasn’t staring,” Evan muttered, pulling his hand back from the book. “I was...thinking.”

“Sure you were,” Connor said, shaking his head. “Thinking about what? The meaning of life? The downfall of capitalism? Or—let me guess—the one that got away?”

Evan sighed, his shoulders slumping. He picked up his mug and took a sip, letting the bitter coffee burn its way down his throat. “Do you ever quit?”

“Nope,” Connor said cheerfully, leaning back in his chair. He studied Evan for a moment, his grin fading slightly. “You look like hell, you know.”

“Thanks,” Evan said dryly, setting the mug back down. “Just what I needed to hear.”

“I’m serious,” Connor said, leaning forward again. “You’ve been like this for weeks. Months, even. Staring out windows, moping around town, avoiding everyone. It’s not healthy.”

Evan clenched his jaw, his gaze fixed on the faint swirl of steam rising from his coffee. He knew Connor meant well, but that didn’t make the words any easier to hear.

“I’m fine,” Evan said finally, the lie heavy on his tongue. “I just need time.”

Connor snorted. “Time isn’t going to fix this, man. You need to get out of here. Do something. Anything.”

Evan didn’t respond. He didn’t have the energy to argue, and besides, Connor wasn’t wrong. He’d been stuck in a rut since the breakup—a rut so deep it felt like he was sinking.

A Push in the Right Direction

Connor tapped his fingers against the table, his expression shifting from teasing to thoughtful. “Alright,” he said finally. “You’re leaving.”

Evan blinked. “What?”

“You’re leaving,” Connor repeated, his tone firm. “I’m sending you away for a few days. Somewhere quiet, where you can clear your head and stop torturing yourself.”

“Connor—”

“No arguments,” Connor said, holding up a hand to cut him off. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, sliding it across the table. “There’s a cabin in the mountains. It’s quiet, private, and perfect for getting your shit together.”

Evan stared at the paper but didn’t pick it up. “You’re kidding.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Connor asked, his grin returning. “I already booked it. All you have to do is pack a bag and drive.”

Evan shook his head, the beginnings of a protest rising in his throat. But Connor gave him that look—the one that said he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I can’t just leave,” Evan said weakly. “I have work.”

“It’s Christmas,” Connor said. “Nobody’s working. Besides, when was the last time you took a break? A real break, not just sitting in this café pretending to read?”

Evan didn’t respond. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone anywhere outside of town, let alone taken a vacation. The idea of leaving—of stepping away from everything, even for a little while—was tempting. But it also felt daunting, like admitting he couldn’t handle his own life.

“I don’t know,” Evan said finally, his voice quiet.

Connor leaned forward, his grin softening into something gentler. “Come on, man. You’ve been through a lot. You deserve this. Just...trust me, okay?”

Evan looked down at the paper again, the address scrawled across it in Connor’s messy handwriting. He could already feel the weight of the decision settling on his shoulders. But maybe Connor was right. Maybe a change of scenery was exactly what he needed.

“Fine,” Evan said, picking up the paper and folding it into his pocket. “But if this turns out to be a disaster, I’m blaming you.”

Connor laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Deal. Now go home and pack. And don’t forget your toothbrush this time.”

Evan rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you later.”

Evan walked home from the café, the paper with the cabin address tucked firmly into his pocket. The snow had picked up, swirling around him in soft flakes that clung to his jacket and dark hair. The streets were quiet, the cheerful lights and holiday decorations standing in stark contrast to the heavy weight in his chest.

His apartment wasn’t far—a modest one-bedroom over the hardware store. It was small but functional, the kind of place you didn’t notice until you needed it. He climbed the narrow staircase to his door, fumbling with his keys in the cold before stepping inside. The air was still, the silence a reminder of just how empty it had felt lately.

He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, exhaling slowly. His eyes wandered to the corner where the Christmas tree had stood the year before. He and Mia had picked it out together, arguing playfully over which one was “the perfect height.” She’d wanted something tall and elegant, while he preferred something smaller, more manageable. In the end, they’d compromised, settling on a mid-sized tree that somehow managed to feel just right.

This year, there was no tree. No lights. No decorations. Just the faint echo of memories he couldn’t quite shake.

Evan shrugged off his coat and hung it by the door. He glanced at the clock on the wall—early afternoon, though the heavy clouds outside made it feel later. He considered unpacking the bag of books and groceries he’d bought earlier but decided against it. Instead, he crossed the small living room to the worn couch and sat down heavily, running a hand through his hair.

Connor’s words replayed in his mind. You need this. Just trust me, okay?

He sighed, pulling the paper from his pocket and unfolding it. The address stared back at him, as though daring him to go through with it. A cabin in the middle of nowhere—what was Connor thinking? It wasn’t like Evan was the outdoorsy type. He’d spent most of his life in this town, sticking to the things he knew. The idea of being completely alone, away from everything familiar, was equal parts terrifying and strangely appealing.

Evan leaned back, letting his head rest against the cushions. Maybe Connor was right. Maybe a change of scenery would help. It wasn’t like he had anything to lose.



Packing the Pieces

Evan didn’t own much, so packing didn’t take long. A couple of sweaters, jeans, thick socks, and his heaviest boots. He tossed in a scarf and gloves for good measure, along with his favorite book—the one he’d been pretending to read at the café. He hesitated before grabbing a framed photo from the shelf, one of him and Mia at the town fair last summer. Her smile was bright, her arm looped through his as they stood in front of the Ferris wheel. He set the frame back down.

Instead, he grabbed the thermos Connor had given him years ago, a battered thing with a dent near the bottom. It was scratched and faded, but it still worked. He filled it with coffee, packed it alongside his things, and zipped up the bag.

The drive up to the mountains wasn’t far—Connor had promised it was only a couple of hours. But the way the snow was coming down, it might as well have been on another planet. He checked the weather app on his phone, frowning at the blizzard warning blinking on the screen. The storm wasn’t supposed to hit until late tonight, though. If he left now, he could beat it.

With one last glance around the apartment, he slung the bag over his shoulder and locked the door behind him.



The Drive

The snow began to fall harder as Evan left the town limits, the familiar streets giving way to long stretches of empty road flanked by dense pine forests. The radio crackled faintly, caught between static and the faint strains of a Christmas carol. He turned it off, preferring the sound of the tires crunching over the snow and the rhythmic squeak of the windshield wipers.

His thoughts wandered as he drove, memories of Mia creeping in despite his best efforts to push them away. They’d met at a friend’s party, her laughter cutting through the noise like sunlight breaking through clouds. He’d been smitten almost instantly, drawn to her quick wit and easy charm.

The relationship had been good—for a while. They’d built a life together, balancing each other’s quirks and habits. But over time, the cracks began to show. Arguments about nothing turned into arguments about everything, and the warmth between them slowly faded into something colder, sharper. By the end, it felt like they were speaking different languages.

Evan tightened his grip on the wheel, shaking his head. It didn’t matter now. She was gone, and he needed to figure out how to move forward.

The snow thickened as he climbed higher into the mountains, the road winding through narrow passes and sharp curves. His phone lost signal about thirty minutes ago, leaving him alone with the sound of the storm building around him. The address Connor had given him was scrawled on a piece of paper on the passenger seat, but there were no road signs, no landmarks—just the endless expanse of white.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the cabin came into view. It was nestled in a small clearing, its dark wood exterior partially obscured by the swirling snow. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, and the faint glow of light spilled from the windows, illuminating the porch and the neatly stacked pile of firewood beside the door.

Evan exhaled slowly, relief flooding through him. He pulled into the small driveway, but as he stepped out of the car, the wind whipped around him, stinging his face and making him shiver. The storm was picking up faster than he’d expected.

He grabbed his bag from the backseat and trudged toward the cabin, his boots sinking into the snow with each step. When he reached the porch, he raised a hand to knock but hesitated. What if Connor had been wrong? What if this wasn’t the right place?

Before he could second-guess himself, the door swung open, and Evan found himself face-to-face with a man who looked as though he belonged to the mountains themselves.

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Stories between noble and aristocratic families

There was a dispute between two ducal families

After years of war, they agreed to reconcile between them and wanted to document this reconciliation with kinship and marriage

But unfortunately, neither of the opponents had girls, only two boys

They decided to marry him to each other in a gay marriage

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The engagement begins for the two boys in order to save their country diplomatically

Then the marriage

And a wedding party attended by all the nobles for the marriage of the gay boys

And the last paragraph of the party is that they are looking forward to the completion of sexual intercourse

They look at them and during the male mating and they were hot and eager to have gay sex
And the boys enjoy each other and do not care about those who watch them to complete the marriage

Their groans are many

Part 1 - Introduction

I’ve been friends with Oliver, whom I usually call Ollie, for a while now. We met a couple of years ago, around five years, in a bar. We were both by ourselves. I (Daniel) was supposed to go with a friend, but he canceled lastminute. Ollie is a bit older than me. Back in the day, Ollie was 34 years old, I was 23 years. You do the math on how old we are right now.

The age gap has never bothered us. Not when we just met, nor does it now. We have the same interests, have the same mindset and actually just don’t care. If it clicks, it clicks. There is one difference though; Ollie is straight and I am bisexual.

Ever since that first night we met, we hang out at least once a month. But most of the time more often. Not that long ago, we were hanging out at Ollie’s place, listening to some music, drinking some beers and just having fun. We were discussing whether we would go hit a bar or club that night, or just stay in to save some money.


Part 2 - The Tease

“Man, what should we do? Stay here or go into town?” I ask Ollie. He visibly thinks about what he wants and eventually answers. “I guess we can stay here tonight. It’s been an expensive couple of months. My birthday, Christmas, New Year’s…” sums Ollie up. “Alright, fine by me. You want another beer then?” Without even answering the question, Ollie hands his empty beer bottle to me. I walk to the small kitchen, put the empty beer bottles on the kitchen counter and grab two new ones out of the fridge. “Here you go man.” We both take a sip, which is followed by a silence of a couple of seconds. Ollie breaks the silence. “Have you fucked someone recently? Had any luck?” I nod my head. “No man, it’s been very silent these past couple of months.” It sucks, my balls were as dark blue as the ocean. “Yeah, same for me. There was this girl a couple of weeks ago. She was really pretty and all, I really tried to win her over, but damn did she give me a hard time.” I chuckle. “Don’t sweat man, you’ve been luckier than me these past couple of months.” Ollie agrees. Again, there is a couple seconds of silence. This time, I break the silence. “I got major blue balls though, it’s insane.”
“There’s only one way to fix that man, if you don’t count fucking.”
“I know, I’ve jerked off several times this week. But still, it’s not working. I really need somebody else to fix this, I’m afraid.” I can see Ollie checking me out from head to toe, followed by a small doubt. I wonder what he’s gonna say, but nothing. Instead, I drop my beer and it spills all over my lap. “Shit!” I scream. I jump out of my chair and put my beer on the coffee table. I try to dry my pants, but too much beer has spilled for it to be able to dry quickly. “I’m so sorry Ollie, there’s beer all over your chair.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” Ollie walks to the kitchen and comes back with two towels. He gives one towel to me and tries to clean the chair with the other towel. “I think the damage will be small. Oh and you can borrow some sweats from me.” He walks into his bedroom to grab a pair of sweats and comes back. “Come on, drop your pants mister.” I pull down my pants, but when they’re at my knees I remember I am not wearing any underwear. Shit, how could I’ve forgotten? I was again out of clean underwear, so I decided earlier today to go commando. “Oh sorry, I completely forgot about this.” Ollie laughs. “Don’t worry mate. And damn, you are big. How big are you?”
“Wait, you’ve never seen me nude before?” I could’ve sworn he had. “No, at least not that I can remember. And I would’ve remembered this. So, how big?”
“Can you just please give me those sweats?” I’m still standing there, with my pants at my knees. “Not before you answer me, it’s rude to ignore your host’s question.” I really don’t want to answer this question, it’s kind of awkward. But I also just want to wear a pair of pants again. “Around 7,9 inches hard. Now give me those sweats, Ollie.” He starts walking towards me, still looking at my dick. “Can I touch it?”
“No, are you mad?” Luckily, Ollie is close enough to me to grab the sweats out of his hands. I quickly pull down my own pants completely off my legs and put on the clean pair of sweats. “Going commando in my pants, nice.”
“What happened to you? Why are you interested in my dick, all of the sudden? Or in any dick at all?”
“Don’t worry, I’m just teasing you mate. And by the way, your bed partners are very lucky.” I get red. “Well, thank you. So, how big are you?”
“Well, I’m not gonna tell you!”
“Are you serious? I just told you how big mine is. The last you could do is tell me how big yours is.”
“Fair enough, but I’m still not gonna tell you.” Before I can fight back again, Ollie unbuckles his belt, button and unzips. What the hell is happening here? I think. He pulls his jeans down and there it is: a hard dick, in all its full glory. In its full, 7 inches glory.

"okay Roy breathe deeply and count down from 10"
"10, 9, 8......7..........."
"He's under gentleman let's proceed".....

Chapter 1 : The Changing Room Encounter

The midday sun shone brightly as Alex bid goodbye to his gym buddies and made his way to the upscale underwear shop downtown. He had just finished his workout and was in the mood for some retail therapy. As he entered the store, he was greeted by a friendly saleswoman, Lisa, who approached him with a warm smile.

"Hi there! Welcome to our store. How can I assist you today?" Lisa asked, her hazel eyes twinkling with excitement.

Alex returned the smile, impressed by Lisa's beauty and professionalism. "Hi Lisa, I'm looking for some new underwear. Something stylish and comfortable," he replied, his voice confident and charismatic.

Lisa nodded, taking note of Alex's athletic build and chiseled physique. "Sure, we have a wide range of options. Let me show you some of our best sellers," she said, leading him towards the changing room area.

Alex followed Lisa, feeling a slight flutter in his stomach as he anticipated trying on the new underwear. He had always been confident about his body and enjoyed dressing well. He entered the changing room, which was spacious and well-lit, with a full-length mirror on one side.

"Here you go, Alex. Take your time and let me know if you need any help," Lisa said with a wink before leaving him alone in the changing room.

Alex was alone now, and he couldn't wait to try on the new underwear. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, revealing his well-toned chest and arms. He unclasped his belt, and his pants slid down, revealing his muscular thighs. He stepped out of his pants and stood in front of the mirror, admiring his reflection. He had a well-defined physique, with broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and a toned abdomen. He flexed his biceps, feeling confident and pleased with his body.

Next, Alex reached down to his boxer briefs and pulled them down, revealing his manhood. He was well-endowed, with a sizeable penis that was erect due to the adrenaline rush of trying on new underwear. He couldn't help but notice his reflection in the mirror, appreciating his physique and his well-endowed size. He tried on different styles and colors of underwear, taking his time to find the perfect fit and style that accentuated his assets.

On the other side of the two-way mirror, unbeknownst to Alex, Cindy and her friends had entered the shop and were eagerly watching him through the mirror. Cindy was mesmerized by Alex's stunning looks and the sight of his naked body. She couldn't help but blush as she watched him try on different underwear, her heart racing with excitement.

"Wow, he's even more attractive up close," Cindy whispered to her friends Emily and Sarah, who were equally captivated by Alex's physique.

"He's definitely well-endowed," Sarah commented with a giggle, stealing glances at Alex through the two-way mirror.

As Alex tried on another pair of boxers, Cindy found herself drawn to him like a magnet. She couldn't resist the urge to approach him. She walked around to the front of the changing room, pretending to browse through the underwear on display, but secretly stealing glances at Alex.

"Hey, Alex, looking good in those," Cindy said, trying to sound casual, but her cheeks turned pink

Alex looked up, caught off guard by Cindy's sudden presence. He quickly covered himself with the underwear he was trying on, feeling a bit self-conscious but also intrigued by Cindy's boldness.

"Oh, hey Cindy," he replied, trying to maintain his cool composure. "Thanks, just trying out some new underwear."

Cindy bit her lip, her gaze lingering on Alex's toned body. "Well, they look great on you," she said, her voice slightly shaky with nervousness. "You always look so handsome."

Alex couldn't help but be flattered by Cindy's compliments. He had noticed her around school before, but they had never really spoken much. He found her attractive and was intrigued by her sudden interest in him.

"Thanks, Cindy. That's really sweet of you to say," Alex replied, feeling a spark of attraction between them.

Cindy's friends, Emily and Sarah, who were standing at a distance, watched the interaction with amusement. They knew Cindy had a crush on Alex, and they were thrilled to see her taking the initiative to talk to him.

"I'll leave you to it then," Cindy said, taking a step back, but her eyes stayed locked on Alex's figure in the mirror.

Alex nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "Sure, thanks again for the compliment."

As Cindy turned to leave, Sarah couldn't resist teasing her. "Smooth move, Cindy. I think Alex is definitely interested," she whispered, causing Cindy to blush even more.

Back in the changing room, Alex finished trying on the different underwear and finally settled on a couple of pairs that he liked. He dressed back into his regular clothes, feeling satisfied with his choices. He stepped out of the changing room, and Lisa, the saleswoman, greeted him with a curious smile.

"So, how did you like the new underwear, Alex?" she asked, trying to contain her curiosity about what had happened while he was in the changing room.

Alex grinned, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "I love them. They fit perfectly, and they're really comfortable. Thanks for your help, Lisa."

Lisa nodded, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're welcome, Alex. It was a pleasure helping you."

As Alex finished paying for his purchases, he noticed Cindy still lingering near the display racks, pretending to browse but sneaking glances in his direction. Summoning a bit of courage, he decided to approach her, his steps hesitant but purposeful.

“Hey, Cindy,” Alex said softly, his voice warm and a little shy as he stopped beside her.

Cindy turned to him, her cheeks immediately flushing pink. “Oh, hi, Alex,” she replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She glanced at his bag of purchases and smiled nervously. “Got everything you needed?”

“Yeah,” Alex said, nodding. “Lisa was really helpful, as always. You, uh, shop here often?”

Cindy laughed softly, her nerves showing. “Yeah, sometimes. They have good stuff... not that I’m buying anything today, though,” she added quickly, stumbling over her words. “Just looking around.”

Alex smiled faintly, sensing her nervousness but finding it endearing. “Yeah, it’s a good place. I’ve been coming here for a while now.”

A brief silence stretched between them, and Cindy’s heart raced as she fought to keep the conversation going. Her friends, standing at a distance, were grinning and whispering to each other, clearly urging her on. Gathering her courage, Cindy took a deep breath.

“Alex, I was, um... I was wondering,” Cindy began, her voice slightly shaky but determined. “Are you busy after this? Like, today?”

Alex blinked, his blue eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Oh,” he said, his voice soft, his mind racing. He hadn’t expected Cindy to ask him anything, let alone this. His blush deepened, and he shifted slightly, suddenly aware of how close she was. “Not really. Why?”

“Well,” Cindy said, her cheeks burning, “I was thinking maybe we could grab coffee or something? Just now? If you’re free.”

Alex felt his heart skip a beat, his chest tightening with a mix of shyness and surprise. His palms felt slightly clammy as he looked at her, trying to keep his voice steady. “Yeah,” he said finally, a small, bashful smile forming on his lips. “Yeah, I’d like that. Coffee sounds great.”

Cindy let out a quiet breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her lips curving into a relieved smile. “Really? That’s great,” she said, her voice lighter now. “Should we go now, then?”

“Sure,” Alex said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He avoided her gaze for a second, feeling his cheeks warm again. “There’s a place just around the corner. We can walk there.”

“Perfect,” Cindy said, her heart still fluttering with excitement. She glanced back at her friends, who gave her exaggerated thumbs-ups and whispered cheers.

Alex hesitated, his nerves still simmering beneath his skin, but he couldn’t help sneaking a glance at Cindy. Her smile was infectious, and despite his initial surprise, he found himself looking forward to spending more time with her.

He couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. Little did he know that his visit to the male underwear shop would lead to an unexpected encounter with Cindy, and the beginning of a new chapter in his life.

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The swimmer stands at the edge of the school pool, his bare skin glistening with droplets of water that catch the light, highlighting every curve of his toned body. His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, but it’s not the rhythmic ripples of the water that demand attention—it’s the unmistakable arousal he can’t hide. His erection stands proudly, a silent confession of the thrill coursing through him, exposed under the quiet hum of fluorescent lights. What stirred this forbidden excitement? Was it the feel of cool water, the adrenaline of being watched—or something deeper, more primal? Come closer, and let your imagination dive in.

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I’m deeply drawn to the world of bodybuilding, and the idea of muscle growth excites me in ways I can’t fully describe. I dream of becoming a massive, powerful bodybuilder—towering with muscles that command admiration and awe. I do work out, though I’m only at the beginning stages. But every time I hit the gym, feeling the pump in my muscles, watching other muscular guys train, and seeing their bodies flex with raw power—it’s exhilarating and incredibly arousing.

For me, the bigger the muscles, the better. I’m addicted to the thought of muscle growth, imagining myself swelling larger and larger with every rep, every flex, every moment someone refers to me as a "bodybuilder." It’s like magic—my muscles expanding, pumping, and growing until I’m impossibly huge. My ultimate fantasy? To become the most massive, powerful bodybuilder anyone’s ever seen—so big I feel like I could explode from all the size and power.

I picture myself after a workout, slipping into bodybuilder posing trunks, flexing in front of the mirror, my muscles looking massive and defined. The very act of calling myself a bodybuilder would trigger a growth spurt—every repetition of the word making me bigger and more muscular, my body swelling with incredible size and strength. Like this: Login to view embedded media
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I wonder if there are others who share this passion, who understand the intoxicating allure of muscle growth and the dream of becoming the biggest bodybuilder ever.

Hi all! I’m looking for a specific story, but similar ones will work as well. The story I’m looking for is about a 18 year old guy who is asked/maybe made to model in front of his senior class for either a biology or sex education lesson. At some point the class starts drawing attention specifically to the guys foreskin and the teacher asks who in the class is and isn’t cut, then he offers for the cut guys to come up and retract and learn about the models foreskin. When his bully touches his foreskin he cums on his bully or something? Any erotic story about a guy modeling naked for his (any) college or senior class is great but if any of yall have any stories that harp on about foreskin I would love to read them. I’ll post some similar stories I’ve found but I just can’t find this specific one. If it help I think the guys name is like Danny or Dylan or something.

I never thought of myself being especially hung but all of my early sexual experiences with men were with guys who were even smaller than me. I'm about 6ft, muscular and have a really thick ass and a cut 4in cock. I never had any guys ever call me small until I met my last boyfriend.
The first time we fooled around he said "I thought you would be bigger", and when I fucked him he seemed really disappointed, he asked if he could fuck me instead which became our normal routine. He really seemed to like making comments about me being small which I laughed off, but found that every time he would make a comments about my small cock it would turn me on. He would love to talk about how big his ex-boyfriend was and how much he missed his big cock.
Eventually he set up a threesome with his ex and I. I got to watch my boyfriend take a huge 9in thick dick without any struggle, while his own also small rock hard dick was bouncing around proudly.
I was getting cucked and teased about the size of my dick by my boyfriend's ex and my boyfriend who's dick was even smaller than mine. After his ex bred my boyfriends ass he pulled out, grabbed my boyfriend's rock hard (considerably smaller) dick and said to me "sorry you're both tiny". Then he told my boyfriend to fuck me. He came in me, and I felt turned on and humiliated by getting dominated by a formerly power bottom with a smaller dick than me.
Now, I love being humiliated about my small dick and especially love being cucked and dominated.
Something about getting sph'd by a guy who's even smaller than me makes it even more intense for me. Anyone else have any similar experiences.

Characters:

• Ava (AV)
• Tom (TO), Ava's boyfriend
• Jake (JA), the arrogant, well-endowed man

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(Scene: A dimly lit corner of the backyard during a house party. Ava, Tom, and Jake are standing, tension thick in the air.)

AV: (looking at Jake with disdain) You know, Jake, I've heard enough of your bullshit for one night. You're all talk. I bet you don't even have anything impressive to show for it.

JA: (smirking) Oh, Ava, you have no idea what you're talking about. I'm more than happy to prove you wrong.

TO: (uneasily) Ava, let's just go. He's not worth our time.

AV: (ignoring Tom) Alright, Jake. Let's see it. Prove me wrong.

JA: (grinning) With pleasure.

(Jake unzips his pants and pulls out his massive cock, revealing his impressive size. Ava gasps, her eyes widening in shock.)

AV: (whispering) Oh my god...

JA: (smugly) Like what you see, Ava?

AV: (trying to maintain composure) It's... it's alright. Nothing special.

JA: (laughing) Nothing special? Come on, Ava. Touch it. Feel the difference.

TO: (trying to intervene) Ava, don't. Let's go.

AV: (hesitantly reaching out to touch Jake's cock) Just... just for a second, Tom. I need to see if he's really as big as he claims.

(Ava's hand wraps around Jake's cock, her fingers barely able to touch around its girth.)

AV: (breathlessly) Oh god, it's... it's so big. It's bigger than yours, Tom.

TO: (hurt) Ava, please...

JA: (mockingly) Yeah, Tom. Your little dick can't compare to this, can it?

AV: (looking at Tom, then back at Jake's cock) No... no, it can't. You're right, Jake. Your cock is... it's incredible.

JA: (smirking) That's what I thought. Now, Ava, tell your boyfriend how much better my cock is.

AV: (hesitantly) Tom, I... I'm sorry, but Jake's cock is so much bigger than yours. It's thicker, longer... it's just... better.

TO: (defeated) Ava...

JA: (grinning) Now, Ava, I want you to show some respect to this cock. Kneel down and worship it like it deserves.

AV: (looking at Jake's cock with lust) Yes... yes, Jake. Your cock deserves respect.

(Ava kneels down in front of Jake, her eyes fixed on his massive manhood.)

JA: (slapping his cock against Ava's face) That's a good girl. Now, tell me how much you love this big, thick, veiny cock.

AV: (moaning) Oh god, Jake. Your cock is so big, so thick. The veins... they're pulsing with power. It's so much better than Tom's little dick. It deserves my respect, my worship.

JA: (smiling) That's right, Ava. Now, open your mouth and show me how much you appreciate this cock.

AV: (eagerly opening her mouth) Yes, Jake. I want to worship your cock. I want to feel it in my mouth, taste it, please it.

TO: (watching in disbelief) Ava, what are you doing?

AV: (ignoring Tom, looking up at Jake) Your cock is a work of art, Jake. It's so big, so powerful. I can't resist it. I need it.

JA: (grinning) That's what I like to hear, Ava. Now, let's see how well you can handle this big dick.

(Jake grabs Ava's head and guides her mouth onto his cock, her lips stretching to accommodate his size. Ava moans in pleasure, completely surrendering to her lust for Jake's massive manhood.)

AV: (muffled, between moans) Mmm... Jake... your cock... it's so good... so big... so much better than Tom's...

JA: (smirking, looking at Tom) See, Tom? This is what a real man's cock looks like. And this is how a real woman worships it.

(Tom watches in defeat as Ava continues to pleasure Jake, her body and mind completely consumed by her newfound desire for his enormous cock.)

(Scene: A dimly lit corner of the backyard during a house party. Ava is kneeling before Jake, worshipping his massive cock. Tom watches in disbelief, his defeat evident.)

JA: (smirking, looking down at Ava) That's it, Ava. Show me how much you appreciate this big cock.

AV: (moaning, her mouth full of Jake's cock) Mmm... Jake... your cock is so good... so big... so much better than Tom's...

TO: (watching, defeated) Ava... please...

JA: (looking at Tom) You see, Tom? This is what a real man's cock looks like. And this is how a real woman worships it.

AV: (pulling back, looking up at Jake) Yes, Jake. Your cock is amazing. It's so big, so thick, so veiny. It's everything I've ever wanted.

JA: (grinning) And what about your boyfriend, Ava? What does his little dick have to offer compared to this?

AV: (looking at Tom with pity) Nothing, Jake. Tom's dick is small, pathetic. It can't compare to yours.

TO: (hurt, but resigned) She's right, Jake. My dick is nothing compared to yours.

JA: (laughing) Well, well, well. Looks like we have a little cuckold on our hands. Tell me, Tom, do you like watching your girlfriend worship my big cock?

TO: (hesitantly) Yes... yes, Jake. I... I like watching Ava worship your big cock.

AV: (smiling wickedly) You should, Tom. You should see how a real man pleases a woman.

JA: (looking at Tom) Good boy, Tom. Now, I want you to help Ava. Show her how much you appreciate my big cock too.

TO: (nervously) What... what do you want me to do?

JA: (commanding) Kneel down next to her and help her worship my cock. Show me how much you both respect it.

TO: (hesitantly kneeling down next to Ava) Yes, Jake. I'll... I'll help Ava worship your cock.

AV: (looking at Tom) That's right, Tom. Show Jake how much we both appreciate his big, thick cock.

(Ava and Tom begin to worship Jake's cock together, their hands and mouths working in unison to please him.)

JA: (groaning in pleasure) That's it, you two. Show me how much you both love this big cock.

AV: (moaning) Mmm... Jake... your cock is so good... so big... so much better than Tom's little dick...

TO: (submissively) Yes, Jake. Your cock is amazing. It's so big, so powerful. Ava deserves a cock like this.

JA: (smirking) That's right, Tom. And you deserve to watch her enjoy it. Now, Ava, I want you to tell Tom how much better my cock feels inside you.

AV: (looking at Tom) Oh, Tom... Jake's cock feels so good inside me. It fills me up completely, stretches me out. It's so much better than your little dick ever could be.

TO: (nodding in submission) I understand, Ava. Jake's cock is so much better than mine. I... I want you to enjoy it.

JA: (grinning) Good boy, Tom. Now, I want you to watch as I fuck your girlfriend with my big cock. I want you to see how a real man pleases a woman.

AV: (eagerly) Yes, Jake. Please fuck me. Show Tom how a real man pleases a woman.

(Jake pulls Ava up and bends her over, positioning himself behind her. Tom watches, his submission complete, as Jake enters Ava, her moans of pleasure filling the air.)

AV: (moaning) Oh god, Jake... your cock is so big... it feels so good... so much better than Tom's...

TO: (watching, submissively) Yes, Jake. Your cock is so much better than mine. Ava deserves to be pleased by a real man.

JA: (thrusting into Ava) That's right, Tom. And you deserve to watch and learn. Now, tell me how much you love watching me fuck your girlfriend.

TO: (submissively) I love watching you fuck Ava, Jake. Your cock is so big, so powerful. It's everything she deserves.

AV: (moaning) Oh god, Jake... you're so deep... so big... I'm going to come... I'm going to come all over your big cock...

JA: (groaning) That's it, Ava. Come for me. Show Tom how a real man makes you feel.

(Ava's moans reach a crescendo as she comes, her body shaking with pleasure. Tom watches, his submission complete, as Jake continues to fuck Ava, asserting his dominance over both of them.)

JA: (smirking, looking at Tom) And that, Tom, is how a real man pleases a woman. Remember that next time you try to satisfy Ava with your little dick.

TO: (submissively) Yes, Jake. I'll remember. Your cock is so much better than mine. Ava deserves a real man like you.

AV: (looking back at Jake, panting) Yes, Jake. You're the real man I need. Your cock is everything I've ever wanted.

(The scene fades out as Jake continues to fuck Ava, Tom watching in complete submission, his role as a cuckold solidified.)

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Petite Camila loves large cocks and meets Victor.
100% Fantasy story inspired by canines that lock together.


In the heart of a bustling city, nestled in a dimly lit, intimate bar, Camila sipped her martini, her eyes scanning the room with a hungry gaze. She was a petite girl, barely five feet tall, with a tiny bubble butt that swayed gently as she walked, and perky breasts that begged to be caressed. Her desire was not for the typical man, however. She was drawn to the larger than life, the men who were built like mountains and hung like horses. And tonight, her gaze landed on him.

Victor was a giant of a man, towering over the crowd, his broad shoulders and massive chest straining against his shirt. His hands were the size of dinner plates, and his legs were like tree trunks. But it was the bulge in his pants that caught Camila's attention, a monstrous tent that seemed to defy the laws of nature. She felt a warmth spread through her, a primal desire that made her heart race and her breath hitch.

As she approached him, Victor's eyes met hers, and he offered her a slow, predatory smile. "You're looking at me like I'm a piece of meat," he said, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Camila didn't shy away. Instead, she stepped closer, her voice barely a whisper. "Because you are. A delicious, mouth-watering piece of meat."

Victor chuckled, a sound that seemed to vibrate through her. "And what makes you think you can handle a piece of meat like me?"

Camila's eyes flicked down to his crotch, then back up to meet his gaze. "Because I've never been one to back down from a challenge."

Victor's smile widened, and he took her hand, leading her to a private room in the back of the bar. As soon as the door closed behind them, he turned to her, his eyes dark with desire. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he growled, pulling her close.

Camila gasped as she felt his massive erection press against her stomach. It was like a steel rod, hot and pulsing, and it seemed to go on forever. She could feel the veins that ran along its length, like a roadmap to pleasure, and the head was enormous, a mushroom cap that seemed to throb with every beat of his heart.

She reached out, her small hand wrapping around the shaft, and she gasped again at the sheer size of it. It was like trying to grasp a tree trunk, and she could only wrap her fingers around it partway. She stroked it gently, feeling the smooth skin and the hard flesh beneath, and she heard Victor's breath hitch as she did.

"Fuck, you're tiny," he groaned, his hands reaching down to grab her ass, lifting her easily as if she weighed nothing at all. He pressed her against the wall, his cock grinding against her through her thin skirt.

Camila moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. She could feel the heat of him, the wetness that seeped from the tip of his cock, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her. She reached down, guiding him to her entrance, and she gasped as the head of his cock pushed against her.

Victor groaned, his hands tightening on her ass as he began to push inside. Camila cried out, her body stretching to accommodate him, her walls burning as he filled her. She could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, as he slid deeper and deeper, until she was sure she couldn't take any more.

But he kept going, his cock seeming to go on forever, until finally, he was buried to the hilt, his flared cock head pressing against her cervix. Camila panted, her body trembling with the effort of taking him, her eyes wide with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Victor held still for a moment, letting her adjust to his size, then he began to move, his hips pulling back slowly before thrusting forward again. Camila moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she rode out the sensation, her body on fire with need.

But as Victor's movements became more frantic, his cock swelled, the flared head growing larger and larger until it was too big to move. Camila cried out, her body clenching around him as she felt the first waves of orgasm wash over her. But Victor couldn't pull out, his cock locked in place, and she could feel the heat of him, the pulsing of his release as he came, his seed spilling into her.

They stayed like that for a long time, their bodies locked together, their breaths ragged and their hearts pounding. Camila could feel the swelling slowly subsiding, and finally, with a soft pop, Victor's cock slipped free.

She looked down at him, her eyes wide with awe and desire. "That was...incredible," she breathed.

Victor smiled, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "And that was just the beginning, little one. We have all night."

Camila smiled back, her body already aching for more. She knew she was in for a wild ride, and she couldn't wait to see where it would take her.

Intro from the author​

You might recall this story posted before. This is the same one but we meet the character later in his life.

This story will unfold in several parts. It's inspired by true events shared with me by a friend of mine, though I’ve changed all names and locations to safeguard his identity. Over the years, we exchanged stories both in conversation and in writing, which sparked my imagination. I often hoped he would share more details; occasionally he did, but most of the time, he he did not. I understand that my friend is not a writer, nor does he like to write long messages. He is a numbers guy and tends to be very brief in his writing.

I often envisioned the scenes in my mind, letting my imagination run wild to fill in the gaps. I’ve read many stories online, and those that explore a guy’s journey in understanding his sexuality and boundaries have always captivated me. That inspired me to weave together the messages from my friend and craft his sexual story, aiming to do it justice, especially where there were plenty of blanks to fill.

I have a vivid imagination that I draw on frequently. Sometimes I pull from my own experiences, while other times I incorporate scenes I’ve seen in adult content to make everything feel more real. In many cases, I let my imagination take over, inventing dialogues or actions I would have liked to experience if I were in his shoes. In this story, I go by Jason. My own journey of discovery shares many similarities with his, but there are also significant differences that set us apart. I might be writing my own story later.

For my friend and I, condoms were standard when we first became sexually active. Most of the porn we watched also featured condoms, but I have to admit that I found the older, condom-free scenes more intriguing than what was popular at the time. As adult content shifted toward more bare sex, it became an even bigger turn-on for me. The journey of a man embracing his attraction to other men, exploring those desires and gradually discovering what he enjoys, really captivates me. The process of becoming more open sexually is a powerful draw.

It's worth noting that I didn't write this in chronological order. Initially, I focused on the stories that inspired me or resonated with me the most. As I read through it now, I can see my writing style evolving and changing slightly. I hope readers will understand that I'm not a professional writer and I do this in my spare time for entertainment.

This story will show a man discovering himself, what he likes and slowly giving-in to his desires.

I hope you enjoy.

it was 1981 and it was at richard pryors house of all places. secretly, he was the biggest star around in more ways than one. people wanted to meet him everywhere he went and i got to party with him at rich's house. cocaine was the big thing back then and Holmes was no stranger to it. He came into the party with two hot girls that couldnt have been more than 16 years old and a bag of drugs that had to be at least 5 pounds. said he got it from a friend but i knew it was something else. something was very odd about john that didnt make sense to me, and i was right because about 2 days later wonderland murders were all over the news with John being at the center of it all. Too bad he went down that road i can only imagine the places he'd be today had he not died