I undress myself just as quickly as I possibly can, as I walk over to your waiting arms. I knew I was late, but apparently you weren't too upset, by the look of you. I was so surprised to walk in the door and find you already naked, waiting for me.

When I finally make it over to you, having only my thigh high stockings left on, I stand on my toes to kiss you deeply. Your hands like hungry wolves, devouring every last inch of my flesh, deepening your kiss. My own hands enjoying the feel of your skin beneath them, my nails gently raking across your back. My mind begins to spin, visions of the last time we made love, making my heart and body react with a feverish wanting. I kiss your neck and nibble on your ear lobe, the smell of your cologne drifting into my senses, driving me mad.

"Baby, my love, I'm sorry I was late," I whisper into your ear. I'm answered by your deep growl as you forcefully massage my body with your strong hands, kneading my ass and breasts as if it were the first time you'd ever touched a set of them. My heart swells as I realize your want for me. Your hand sweeps up my back and into my hair, pulling at my pins. My long tresses fall, freed from their prison, the ends brushing against your hand and my bottom.

My heart is pounding so hard in my chest. I want to be one with you, I want to be one with you in this moment forever. Can we freeze time? Can we fool Father Time into letting us have this for an eternity? Just when I think it couldn't get any better than this, you bring me back to reality. Your warm breath on my neck, whispering the things you want to do to me. With each syllable out of your mouth my small body climbs your tall frame. My arms closed tightly around your neck, my legs wrapped around your waist.

With a fire in your eyes that I've never seen before in any man, you spin the both of us around so my back is against the smooth wall. I feel your hardness wedged between your abdomen and my aching sex. That's when I notice that my hips have been moving to their own accord, rubbing me against your shaft.

With your upper body pinning mine against the wall, you pull your head back to look into my eyes as you ram your swollen cock deep into me in one quick move. As you begin to pump in and out of me you suck on first my bottom lip then the upper. Loving the feel of your hardness, I tell you so and you thrust harder, your pelvis slamming into my willing hole.

I feel my lips swelling from your forceful kisses. My tongue seeks out yours and I feel the beginning of an orgasm. My walls start to contract around you. You tell me to scream, you want to hear how good it feels to me. My lungs burst, surprising even me as I let out the first of a series of pleasure induced screams. I lean my head back against the wall and feel my breasts bouncing with your pounding force. Suddenly, your cock squirts a piercing stream deep within my canal, hitting my cervix. The feeling is exquisite... my fading orgasm renewing, my control on reality fleeting. Your cum pours into me for what seemed like hours, having an effect on me that can only be described in sounds, and I sing my approval.

Thrust... your final gift deposited deeply. Thrust... my body draws you in with one last, contracting squeeze. Thrust... and we are still. Your soft lips, kissing my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids, my forehead.

Then you whisper, as you lower me back to the ground, "Please don't be late again. Next time I might not be able to control myself!"

Trulybig, I love your name/handle. I have a story of my first male to male experience (actually my only) that recently occurred and I want to confess it to someone anonymously. I am a young guy (not going to share my age but I am an adult) and had no sexual experience. I have dated girls my age but kissing goodnight is about as far as it has gone for me or once feeling a girl up on the side of her bra. Yes, of course in gym class showers or some other situations I have also seen guy’s nude. The few ones that are well-endowed do get my attention visually and I am fascinated about penis size (why I visit this site). It is hard to debate that a big limp penis looks impressive and with potential to be even more huge. However, anything has been sort of a glancing look and thought for me more than anything else .You know the rule-you are not supposed to look.

About myself? I am medium build, shy in personality, and a small to average penis at best. I have one that maybe is a somewhat small soft but grows to about 5 ½ long and average thickness.

My parents moved into this new development of small homes and our backyard faces a preserve forest with another house to our left also facing the preserve and to the right is the end of the street. Since it is a somewhat new development there is no fence between the houses to the left. When we moved in we met the next door neighbor who was out back and he is an older man I am going to say maybe in his 50’s. He was not unfriendly but kind of a private person where you could tell after some conversation it was just polite talk but not real involved. Nevertheless, there were several times during the first few weeks where if I was in the backyard or walking our dog we might wave to each other. Sometimes I would see the same woman with him and other times not. I was uncertain if it was his wife because often it seemed like just one car and not seeing anyone but him if at all.

It was an early Saturday morning my parents had gone out of town on a business trip and I was being lazy about walking the dog. I was texting on my phone and thought I would let her out back. That was an error as she ran off to possibly go on the neighbor’s lawn. I rushed out and turned the corner to see our next door neighbor standing on a ladder painting his open porch top wall. He was turned to the side and his head was above the porch so he couldn’t see me. But, what was the most amazing, exciting, and took my breath away was he was painting in the nude and had the biggest soft penis I could ever wish I had. It hung a good thick 7” and you could tell it was perfectly soft because he was uncircumcised and the skin rested over the head. I had an instant erection and quietly took a photo being very quiet. I stood and just stared but then got scared he might eventually see me. So, I silently backed off and went in to get a dog treat to lure my pet without saying a word. By the way,. I’ve attached the picture but don’t worry he said it is fine without a face. So, you ask how he knows about it? That’s the real story I will get to.

I ran back into our house and my bedroom quickly to masturbate with the most intense excitement I think I have ever sexually felt. I started jacking off looking at the picture of his huge penis trying to imagine it was mine. I knew I would be confident with girls if I had a penis like his because it would overwhelm and impress any girl and I’d also be proud to be naked in front of other guys. I felt a penis like that if mine I would rule the world. I was so fascinated also wondering how big it must be erect. I tried to compare my erect penis size with his soft one looking at the picture and taking a ruler and trying to determine exactly that size he had. Of course with a picture it was a challenge but no doubt my erection was no match even for his soft penis. Not even close. I came pretty quickly and honestly felt a little shame too on how seeing him naked had impacted me. I never thought about my sexuality toward men but no doubt seeing his big penis had me stimulated more than anything I had ever experienced.

Later that early evening I walked the dog and our neighbor was out by his front mailbox. “Hey he said to me I am doing some painting in my back and would you mind helping me tomorrow and I can pay you for the time. I think because of what I saw I now wanted to know him better. I told him I would be glad to help. That evening I was so excited I masturbated again..

The next morning as planned, I put on some old clothes, and knocked on his door. “OK, good, he said, and we walked around back. He only had some jogging shorts on but once we were in the back he told me that he recommends that the paint is difficult to wash out and it is best to frequently rinse. He had a ladder and asked me to paint the porch ceiling with a long roller. It was not that easy and the paint would sort of dribble so you would get flakes on your head and clothes. Now I got wny he had done this the day before in the nude.

fantasy-


We sat around the campfire. Mark, my best friend of 30 years, and two of our female friends since after highschool. Heather and Carrie. I’m divorced, and closeted bisexual. Not one person knows that information. Other than a few random people online. Mark is a player. 48, never married. Currently dating a woman, but he told me they haven’t had sex kn months. So he was about to break up. Mark has slept with both Heather and Carrie in the past. I had a few nights with Carrie myself. But now we were all just friends.

We had been drinking all evening, and We had been playing truth or dare for an hour or so.

At this point. After some pretty boring truths and even some lame dares, it had began to get good. Mark had dared Carrie to get naked. And Heather had dared Mark to get naked. So here we sat. In the middle of a campground, albeit secluded. Mark and Carrie totally naked.

“I dare you to kiss Carrie’s lips” mark said to Heather

“That’s a dare?” She stood and walked to Carrie’s chair and leaned over her as Carrie sat up. Lips out.

“No those lips” mark scowled

“Oh” Heather laughed.

“Wait what?” Carrie gasped. “Heather no” she said as Heather knelt in front of her legs as Carrie closed them nervously

“Come on now Carrie” I said. “It’s a dare!!” Carrie scowled at me.

“It’s just a kiss” Heather smiled and pushed Carrie’s legs apart. “I mean. I’m not licking it” She leaned in. And pressed her lips on Carrie’s shaved pussy lips. “Yet” she said.

“Mmmmmmm” Carrie and Heather moaned simultaneously.

I watched as Heather mouthed “you smell good” to Carrie as she stood. Carrie blushed

Turning, Heather said

“Now… I dare Matt to kiss Mark’s tip” she grinned

“Ugh. No way!” Mark said

“What the fuck dude” both Heather and Carrie yelled

“It’s the same thing!” Carrie continued.

“It’s fine Mark.” I said. Standing.

“Is it though” mark said, but he opened his legs as I knelt. I leaned in and kissed the tip of his soft cock. I felt it move. He smelled of sweat. His tip thickened and his cock got longer almost instantly. I stood up

“I dare you to kiss it once it’s hard!!” Carrie said.

“What the hell?!” Mark groaned. “It’s not even his turn…. He already kissed it” he squirmed in his chair

“Do it. Do it. Do it” both girls chanted. I looked back at Mark. His cock was already fully hard. It was long. The tapered head was bright red. The shaft behind that was thicker and covered in throbbing veins.

“You ok buddy?” I asked. “You seem to be excited”.

“Fuck off. It hasn’t been touched much lately. I can’t help it” he groaned.

I knelt again and kissed his throbbing head. As I did. I felt him apply pressure against my lips. I could hear his deep breaths. I looked up at him. He was staring at me. I winked and opened my mouth and gave him access.

“Ah aaaahh aah” he gasped. Mouth agape as his head slipped into my mouth. it was snug. My lips wrapped tightly around him.

“Oh fuck” he moaned

“Fuck dude” I heard Heather gasp “are you really!!??”

Mark pushed deeper, My lips strained as they wrapped around the beginning of his thicker shaft. My hands pushed against his thighs as I felt my gag reflex, and he pulled back to the tip, an inch of his thick cock was shiny with my saliva. He slowly pushed into my mouth again and then pulled out just as slowly. My spit dripped from my mouth. I continued to stare up at him as he slowly fucked my mouth.

“Oh fuck man” Mark moaned as he pushed back into my mouth. Deeper. I could feel his head slide into my throat

“Oh my God… is he’s giving him head!” Carrie yelled.

“Uhm.. yes… yes and that’s fucking hot!!” Heather said.


I suddenly gagged. Pulling off. Drool poured from my mouth and clung to his head. His cock was 1/3 coated in my saliva
I coughed and gagged for second. Regaining my composure I found Mark standing in front of me. His cock bobbing in front of my mouth. I opened my mouth again, and he pushed into my mouth and against my throat. But pulled out again.

“Oh fuck man” he moaned as he pumped part of his cock in and out of my mouth.

“Jesus Christ” Heather groaned. “I didn’t expect this”

“I didn’t either” Mark groaned.

“Think he can take it all?” Carrie said. “I never could”

Mark got too eager and pushed deeper. I gagged and came off spitting and half puking.

“Sorry man” he said as I stood up and sat down


“Well…. I think that’s all for tonight” Heather said.

“Yeah. That was about as much as I can handle” Carrie groaned.

“What the fuck” mark said.

“Sorry boys. We are headed to our tent.”
Heather said. They both stood, Carrie put her panties on, grabbed her clothes and And they left.

We went to the woods and pissed and then climbed into our tent

It was dead silent outside.

We heard the girls talking. Apparently they don’t know how to whisper. Or they think our tents were farther apart then they were…

“Can your believe what we just saw!” Heather said

“Girl.. what the hell happened” Carrie laughed

“He took more of his cock than I did the first time” Heather said.

“Right?” Carrie replied. “Fucker is so big”

“No shit”. Heather said. “Jesus that was so hot…”

“It kind of was” Carrie replied.


“By the way… you tasted really good” Heather said.

Mark and I looked at each other.

“Heather what?” Carrie said.

“Earlier. When I kissed her…. You tasted good”

“Her?” Carrie said.

“Your pussy Carrie. When I kissed your pussy. It tasted good!” She said loudly

“Heather!” Carrie said loudly. “What are you doing!… oh my God uuuuuuuuuhh”

“Tasting you again” Heather moaned

Mark reached out to get my attention and his hand hit my hip in shock and gripped it

“Sorry” he said.

“It’s fine” I said. Noticing he didn’t move it.


“Oh Heather. Oh my God oh god. Heather oh god. I can’t believe you’re doing this. Oh god. Ooooh god. Heather, that feels so good. Oh my God. Your tongue. Oh god. I can’t. Oh god. Oh god”

Mark moved closer to me

“Dude. Is she… eating her pussy” mark whispered

“I believe she is, and quite well, from the sound of it” i whispered back

“Fuck that’s hot… fuck I’m horny” Mark whispered

“Yeah. Me too” I sighed.

“Oh fuck Heather. Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck Heather. Yes baby. Yes. Oh gggaaawwwdd” Carrie moaned.

“Jesus” I whispered and felt Mark’s face close to mine. “That’s so fucking intense”

“Yeah…” he kissed my lips softly. “ it is” he kissed me again.

“Mmmmmmm” I moaned as he kissed me harder and I rolled to face him.

“I’m so horny” Mark groaned as he pulled me closer and we kissed harder

I reached into his shorts and rubbed his cock

“Oooh ghghaaaawwddd Heather. Oooohh fuck. Oooohh my ggggaaaWwwd baby!”

“Want to try again?” mark asked between kisses.

“Yes. Mark yes” I whimpered

He sat up and slid out of his shorts as he moved his body toward my head.

His warm cock brushed against mouth and I wrapped my lips around it quickly.

“Oh fuck yeah” he whispered. I rested myself on my left elbow and put my right hand on his asscheek and pulled him toward me. His cock sliding into my mouth.

“Oh fuck” he whispered pulling out.

He pushed in, this time deeper. His cock entered my throat. I took deep breath as he pushed in, It quelled my gag reflexes. He pulled out.

I took deep breathes and pulled him Toward me again. His cock went deeper. I couldn’t breathe.

“Fuck man.. you’re doing so good!” He moaned. But he still had and inch of two left. He pulled out. I gasped and panted and spit. I was drooling everywhere. I stared at him.

“Fuck that’s so hot man” he moaned. He slowly pushed into my mouth, and down my throat. My nose pushed against his bush.

“Oh fuck man” he groaned. He pulled out and back in. Giving me a second to take a breath

“Oh fuck” he moaned as he slowly began to duck my throat. He slowly picked up speed as we heard Carrie

“Oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck fuck heather oh fuck fuck. Ohhh. Oooooohb ooohhh fuuuuuccccckk!!” Heather growled as you could hear her bear down…. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Oh fuck heather I’m cumming. Uuhhhnnnnggggggggg I’m cumming”. She screamed. And then silence except for the sound I had seen in memes everywhere online..

“Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck”

Oh fuck Matt. Jesus dude. Oh fuck”

“Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck”

“Ooooohhh fuuuuckkk!” Mark groaned loudly. Then pulled out “I’m cumming!”

“Are you sucking his cock!! Carrie yelled as Mark shot a long rope of cum across my face.

“Uuuuuugggg” he grunted as another hit my mouth.

“Nnnnnnnnnhnnggg” another grunt as another my beard and neck.

He slowly pushed his cock back into my eager mouth. My tongue licking him clean.

“He took it all” Mark yelled

“Jesus that’s fucking hot!!” Heather yelled “That’s a hell of a friend”

“Nnnnggggg nnggggg” Mark grunted as my tongue played with his slit. Searching for more of his salty seed.

“You gotta stop man” he laughed pushing me onto my back and pinning me down

“That felt fucking amazing man” he moaned in my ear.

“Thank you baby” I whispered in his.

All characters are 18+

It was the most important game of the season, and everybody on campus knew it. There was an excitement in the air. You could feel it wherever you walked, but it seemed that nobody was as excited as my roommate Kai.

The only reason Kai wasn’t actually on the football team anymore, was because of a knee injury the previous season, so he’d taken to just speaking about it every second of the day.

I wasn’t much of a football fan, but it was difficult to ignore the atmosphere. As the day came closer and closer, even the staff were buzzing, and by the Friday night, I gave in and finally admitted to Kai that my loyalties lay with the opposing team.

“It’s not that big a deal” I laughed, as he paced, shirtless, up and down the dorm. “I grew up there, of course I’m going to support them”.

He glared at me. “You live here now, Daniel!” He barked, “how can you even think about supporting them?”

I smiled to myself. Just like many of the others, Kai was painfully loyal to his college football team.

“I just can’t believe this” he continued, and my eyes dropped to his impressive six pack. Despite the fact that he was injured the previous year, he hadn’t let his fitness slip. The guy spent almost every single day in the gym, and it showed.

“Well, believe it” I said, and lay back on my bed.

We’d spent the entire year together, so I was comfortable with Kai. We weren’t the best of friends or anything, because he was one of the popular, athletic guys, and I was just a standard college student, but we got on.

“God damn it, you suck” he spat, pulling his shorts down and giving me the perfect view of his fat ass in his underwear as he crawled into his own bed and stared up at the ceiling.

“Forget about it” I chuckled, “this time tomorrow it will all be over, and you’ll realise that I was right to support the other team”.

He sat bolt upright in his bed and stared at me once again. “Take it back” he hissed, and I laughed. “Daniel, take it back!”

“No” I grinned, and his eyes narrowed.

“There’s no fucking way, they’re beating us tomorrow” he said, and I shrugged smugly.

“They beat you the last two times” I smirked, and his face tightened further.

“That was different”.

“Was it?”

“Yes! We’re gonna win tomorrow, and when we do, I’m gonna give you the worst wedgie you’ve ever had”.

I laughed once more and shook my head. “You’re insane, man” I said, turning over and closing my eyes.

“If you’re so confident” he continued, obviously unable to let the subject go, “then why don’t we make a bet?”

I turned back and looked over at him. It was clear to see why so many women liked him, but I ignored his handsomeness and cocked a brow.

“I work at a gas station” I scoffed, “you think I have money to bet with you on a dumb football team?”

“It’s not dumb” he growled, “and I don’t want your money”.

“What do you want then?”

Kai considered it for a moment as he leaned back on his elbows, until a grin spread across his face. “If your team wins” he said, staring at me now, with his dark brown eyes. “I’ll do whatever you want for an entire day”.

My heart leapt slightly. Although Kai was almost certainly talking about some dumb activities like cleaning the room or washing the toilet, I couldn’t help but let my mind travel to more depraved places.

“And if I win” he continued, “then you do whatever I want for an entire day”.

I had absolutely no doubts about the type of things I’d have Kai do if I had the option, but I also knew that revealing my sexuality to him would be bad news, so even if I did win, Kai would be doing the same boring shit he would have had me do.

“Fine” I mumbled, turning over “it’s a deal”.



The entire campus seemed to be buzzing the following morning. As soon as I stepped out of the dorm building, crowds were swarming toward the football pitch wearing the colours of their chosen team. I found two of my friends, who were both supporting the college team, and the three of us followed the sea of red until we found our seats.

Like I said before, I wasn’t much of a football fan, but admittedly, the excitement was palpable. My team took the lead early, much to the disgust of everybody around me, and one of my pals even drove a punch into my arm when I celebrated a little too loudly.

“You’re a traitor” he spat, though I laughed it off as my team went even further ahead, and by half time, I was already dreaming about what I would have Kai do the following day.

The second half was mostly uneventful, but the mood around me had changed considerably. As we drew closer to the final minutes of the game, a few people had even decided to leave. I couldn’t help but feel a little smug, especially when I locked eyes with Kai across the way, and grinned at him.

He looked furious, though still incredibly handsome. He shook his head as my team darted up the field, and just as it looked like it was game over, the college team pulled one back.

“Fuck!” I spat, as the fans went crazy.

“It’s not over yet!” My friend teased, and he was right about that.

By the time the final whistle sounded, the college team hadn’t just come back, they’d outright won. Despite the fact that I wasn’t a football fan, I was fuming.

I marched back to the dorm afterwards, and had to actually stop myself from punching the door. It was only when I got inside and calmed down a little that I realised how stupid I was being, and eventually laughed to myself as I lay on my bed. Now I could see why people were so passionate about the game.



An hour or so later, Kai returned. I knew it was him before he even reached the room, because I could hear him celebrating as he got closer. I also knew that I was in for a night of gloating, but I was already over it, I grinned as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

“You suck!” He called, still in celebration mode. “I mean, how the fuck did you guys not hold that lead?” He continued, shaking his head but beaming from ear to ear. “Fuck, dude, what a game”.

“Some game, alright” I nodded, and hoped that he’d suddenly change the subject.

“I mean, did you see Jameson in the last five minutes? That guy is a fucking superstar”.

“Yep” I said, “he’s good”.

“Good?” Kai scoffed, peeling his football jersey over his head, to once again reveal his solid body. “Dude, he’s a fucking god!”.

As Kai continued to analyse the entire game, I felt myself becoming more and more exhausted. It had been a relatively long day, and although it wasn’t particularly late, I couldn’t help but drift off as he was speaking.

“Don’t worry, Danny” I heard him say, “I haven’t forgotten our bet”.



The following morning I woke late. I always did on a Sunday, but as I lay there, stretched out in my bed, I couldn’t help but feel strange. Was I supposed to be doing something? Was I supposed to be somewhere? I continued to wrack my brain for the answer until I heard a cough from across the room and looked over.

Kai was sitting on the edge of his bed wearing just his boxer briefs. Although I’d seen him like that countless times over the last year, it was a sight that I’d never get tired of. He smirked at me, and I rubbed my eyes and sat up.

“Morning” he said.

“Morning”.

“Sleep well?”

“Pretty well, yeah. You?”

“Oh yeah” he grinned, “I slept real well”.

I narrowed my eyes and slid my legs from the bed. I was far less impressive than Kai, but I had a decent swimmer’s body. I got to my feet, stretched my body and yawned.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Kai asked, with a devious tone to his voice, and I stopped dead and stared at him.

“What?”

“Have you forgotten our little bet?” He asked, showing his white teeth. “One whole day of doing whatever I say”.

I let out a laugh. “Oh yeah” I nodded, “fine, whatever, what do you have in mind? Want me to clean the toilet? Do your laundry?”

He continued to stare at me for a moment before his smile grew wider, and I raised a brow.

“I was thinking of something a little different” he said, and got to his feet.

I watched as he walked closer to me, and the two of us stood inches apart in just our underwear. “The first thing I want you to do, Danny” he breathed, “is take them off. You’re not gonna’ need them for what I have planned for you today”.

I posted about my first sexual experience with another man a couple of days ago in another thread. This is also a true story and involves a service member who I had previously known at another duty station. I was young and single and stationed in Hawaii and Barry contacted me one day and we met on base after work. He had just reported for duty on the island and we spent an hour or so catching up. When I knew him before, which was no more than a couple of years previously, I had no idea he was gay and I didn’t consider myself to be gay. I had limited experience with men and was even engaged to and living with a woman before Hawaii. We didn’t marry however and went our separate ways.

Barry and I agreed to go bar hopping on Waikiki Friday night. We went to a bar or two, walked around a lot, and then took the bus back to base. Before I had a chance to say goodnight for the evening he asked if I wanted to go to his barracks room for a drink. I was buzzing good but not staggering drunk and agreed. He put on some music and poured me a tequila. And then another. Before I knew it we were undressing each other. We kissed and groped and he went to his knees and took my hard cock in his mouth. I got to the edge quick and pulled away before cumming. We laid in his bed and kissed and explored our bodies and I stroked his cock. I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth so I went down and started sucking it. We still weren’t shitfaced and both had rock hard erections. He lasted for several minutes and I was enjoying giving him pleasure but decided to spice it up. I had never done anal and probably wouldn’t have except for the alcohol but straddled him and slid his dick in my ass like I’d done it before. He was slightly below average size but my ass was small and tight and his cock stayed in with small movements and me sitting upright. It didn’t take long for his breathing to pick up. I leaned back a little and placed my hands on his thighs and increased my hip thrusts and squeezed my ass tighter. He came long and hard and loud.

I stayed on top until his erection slipped out and his hot cum started to leak out. I got off and laid next to him. I was exhausted. After a few minutes he nuzzled my neck and kissed and licked my ear and went down my chest and abdomen with kisses and bites. My cock got hard again. I hadn’t had an orgasm yet and his hot mouth went up and down from the head to my balls. I’d never had my balls licked and when he took one in his mouth I went to the edge. I let out a low groan and he went back to sucking my cock. I was about average size plus a couple tenths of an inch. His expert deep throat technique had my orgasm building from down deep. I couldn’t hold it any longer and exploded in his mouth. It had been several days since I’d had sex or masturbated. I came for several throbbing seconds and Barry didn’t slow down or miss a stroke. He swallowed every drop.

At that point and up to this day with the exception of maybe one woman in particular, the best blowjob I’ve ever had has been from a man. I wanted more but Barry actually had a roommate and I was afraid he would come back from his date. Barry said not to worry because the roommate would probably join in. As awesome as that sounded, I left and went back to my barracks.

I saw Barry later in the week and we planned a weekend getaway which included a room at the beach. I’ll add that story in a day or two.

Does anyone have hot cruising stories they would like to share?

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Mine was back in 2015, when I was still studying in Preston, England. One morning I had just got off the bus, decided to have a pee in the main bus station before walking to the uni.
It was quite a busy morning, and the only empty urinal is the second from the corner. Up until this moment, I had no idea what cruising was, and no idea of what was happening in these public toilets! So anyway, I started to have a pee as normal, minding my own business, or so I think I was. The guy in the corner finished and left. A guy, who looked like he was in his 50s, went to the urinal next to me, zipped down and pulled his cock out. For a good 30 seconds or so, I didn't hear any pissing sound from this guy. I could see some movements though from my peripheral vision, so had a quick glance over, and the guy was waving his now semi hard cock at me. It was already nice, thick and veiny. I knew I loved cocks, but I never expected to see a semi hard cock in a public toilet while I was having a pee! I could not take my eyes off of that, and when I looked up at him, I could see he saw me staring at his cock. Something told me it was not his first time doing this to someone else. He then gave me a wink, zipped up and headed in a cubicle and motioned me to follow him in it. At this point there were 2 other guys there having a piss, I was all new to the scene so obviously very nervous. I had a quick look at my watch and my class would start in 20 minutes, which was the exact amount of time it took me to walk there. I didn't end up following the guy into the urinal, but oh boy in the year to come, I had some of the most fun experiences ever.

Will probably share more later if people are interested.

Disclaimer - Hi! This is my 1st ever attempt at writing and submitting an erotic story. This series focuses on Older x Younger / Fit x Chubby pairings. I hope you will find it to your liking. Comments and critiques are more than welcome!

Chapter 4

Luke was sitting in class, totally spaced out. How could he possibly listen to what his professor was saying when he was stressing out from having to go and meet Frank Goodwin in his home in less than two hours? Not to mention it was taking all his willpower to block out the thoughts creeping into his head.

Last night, he jerked off to the memory of Frank's assistant walking in on himself bent over the desk, getting plowed by the old man. After ejaculating, he immediately felt disgusted with himself and the thought of what happened. He was determined not to give it any more thought than he already had.

As soon as the professor let them out, Luke hurried back to his apartment just a few blocks away from Campus, and cleaned himself fully, including his bottom. He then got dressed, brushed his teeth, and was out the door, getting into the ride booked by Frank's assistant for his travel to the old man's home.

The journey over felt like forever. He had never been this nervous before, not even the first time with Richard. Yes, he had already been used by Frank the night before, but it was all just a big blur. He was so caught off guard that in the moment, the shock numbed him from what went down. However, now he was on his way to meet Frank again, and this time he knew what was awaiting him.

He didn't have to go through with it. He was still a few minutes from arriving and could ask the driver to turn back. Would a recurring role on a hit series really be worth it? Well, there was only one way to find out.

He arrived at Frank's mansion and rang the bell. The door was opened by a housekeeper who told him Frank was expecting him, and to please head to his room which was up the stairs, the first room on the right. This was it. If he crossed the threshold of Frank's home, he was resigning himself to being owned by the man. Backing out after this point would be difficult, if at all possible. Fear and doubt filled his thoughts, but something in his stomach, or maybe something below it, was nudging him to go in. He took a deep breath and stepped in.

He entered Frank's room and immediately regretted his decision to come over. There was Frank, sitting naked on a sofa, in all his grotesque glory. Luke's stomach began churning, nausea creeping in at the sight of him. Frank stood up and called him over.

"I was left hanging last night. Let's not waste any time. Come here and get naked."

Luke walked over and stripped.

Being so close to Frank now, Luke took in the image of the man before him. He had a rotund figure, an amalgamation of flabs and folds that sagged off his body. His substantial size made each step a deliberate waddle, and his every move hinted at a lifetime spent indulging in the pleasures of the table. His considerable age was evident in the multitude of wrinkles that covered his round face. Stretch marks were spread all across his gigantic belly, but only visible up close as it was camouflaged by the sea of gray hair that covered his gut and chest.

Luke had seen Frank naked last night, but the room was dim and the evening was a blur. Seeing him again now even more closely and in the light, it was worse than he imagined.

On the other hand, Frank marveled at the sight before him. He had been in a position to take advantage of gorgeous young men hoping to get ahead in life for the majority of his eighty years, yet he had never seen someone as attractive as Luke. He was really one of a kind and on a level of his own when it came to looks. He couldn't wait for the boy to give himself up to him.

Frank could feel that Luke was hesitant and did not want to be there, and this added to his excitement. The idea of the boy letting himself be used even though he despised it turned Frank on. It made him feel powerful that he could get a boy as hot as Luke to do that.

"Open your mouth, boy," Frank said with a low, commanding voice, looking him straight in the eyes. "I want you to taste me."

Luke hesitated, returning Frank's gaze. He was filled with a weird mix of fear and arousal, causing his lips to tremble.

Frank had seen that look a few times in his life. It oozed of shame at the desire for something taboo, something wrong. Seeing this in the eyes of the young stud made his blood rush. He moved even closer to Luke and leaned down, his eyes focusing on Luke's delicious lips.

Now that they were up close, Luke could smell the body odor radiating from the big man. A wave of repulsion crept through him, but at the same time, and as much as he wanted to deny it, arousal as well.

"Open wider," Frank growled.

Luke followed the older man and parted his lips even wider.

"That's right, boy," Frank murmured, running his fingers over Luke's cheek. "Let's get started."

Frank planted his lips on Luke's and began kissing him. It was slow and deep, filled with hot passion that caught Luke by surprise.

As they began to get more comfortable, Frank devoured Luke's mouth. His tongue was like a snake, crawling all over the insides of Luke's mouth. At the same time, he ran his hands all over Luke's body, exploring every inch of its beauty.

"You are fucking perfect. It's like the gods sculpted your body and blessed you with the most handsome face," Frank whispered into Luke's ear. Luke could feel his warm breath against his ear and neck, sending chills down his back.

Luke shivered when he felt Frank's tongue slip into his ear, giving it a few wet licks before sliding back down into his mouth. The feeling of giving himself to this fat old man sent another wave of disgust and arousal creeping through his body. He found himself reciprocating the kiss with just as much passion as Frank. It felt like his tongue had a mind of its own. Their tongues rubbed and slid against each other like two snakes fighting for control.

Frank then pulled away and ordered him, "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," and the boy obeyed.

When Luke did this, Frank spat a huge wad of saliva straight into his mouth. The thick, gooey liquid filled his mouth. This caused him to once again be filled with a mixture of disgust and excitement.

He swallowed reflexively, a groan escaping his lips as the sensation overwhelmed him. It didn't taste bad. He wasn't sure there was even a taste. But the feel of it in his mouth made him gag. He just had the thick, slimy spit of this unsightly old man in his mouth and he swallowed it without hesitation. The thought of what he just did caused a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Without any warning this time, Frank spat another huge glob of saliva into the boy's mouth. Before he could react, Frank held his face with both hands, sticking both thumbs into the sides of Luke's mouth to keep it open and to keep him from swallowing the spit. Frank then released a barrage of spit into the open mouth. Unable to properly swallow due to the intervention of Frank's sausage fingers, the spit gathered in his mouth forming a warm pool of saliva.

Frank ceased his assault and ordered the boy "Don't swallow yet. I want you to play with it."

Luke had the sourest look on his face as he showed off his mouth full of the old man's saliva, swishing around the warm slime in an attempt to put on a show. It only took a few seconds of this before he gagged in disgust at what he was doing and was forced to swallow it down.

"I told you not to swallow!" said Frank in a stern voice, quickly tugging Luke's head by his hair, giving the boy a jolt of surprise.

Frank sat back down on the couch.

"Get down here."

Instantly, Luke was on his knees and sticking his tongue out like a dog waiting for a treat. Frank looked down at him, appeased by the boy's sudden eagerness.

"What the fuck?" Luke thought to himself. Why had he done that? He didn't even think about it, he just instinctively stuck his tongue out as if he was waiting to be spat on.

Frank leaned down as much as he could, which wasn't much due to his huge belly getting in the way, and spat in the boy's mouth once more. The spit landed directly on the boy's tongue and his eyes widened as he swallowed. Then again, without thinking about it, he stuck his tongue out.

Frank looked down at the eager young man kneeling before him, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction.

"Oh, you really want it, huh?" He murmured, his voice a sultry whisper that creeped Luke out.

Again, Frank spat in his mouth, and again Luke swallowed and stuck his tongue back out. Luke couldn't understand why, but he kept offering his tongue to be spat on, even though he felt so gross doing it.

Luke was not saying anything, but his actions spoke for him. Frank knew that this was the boy's way of asking for more, and he happily obliged. He continuously fed the boy his spit until his mouth was all dried up and there was no more saliva to be had.

Frank looked down at Luke who looked like a total mess. His face was totally covered in a layer of spit. Frank felt so pleased and proud of himself. This absolutely stunning boy not only let him do it, but he practically begged for him to keep doing it.

Frank would have loved to continue feeding the boy his spit, but he could not muster any more spit. He decided it was time to move things forward.

Franked reached out a fat, calloused hand, beckoning Luke up off his knees and towards his chest. "Come feast on me, boy."

Luke was hesitant, but his heart began pounding in anticipation. He knew what Frank meant, but he was surprised that he was actually about to do it. He found the idea of doing it so gross, but for some reason, he couldn't resist. Frank's tits were extremely fat and saggy, but slowly, Luke began to inch closer and closer to them.

Upon reaching, his lips brushed against the coarse hairs on Frank's chest that were covering the flabbiest mounds of manboobs he had ever seen. Frank's body odor filled Luke's nose with a nasty smell, but it didn't stop him. Luke ran his tongue over Frank's tit and felt a strange sensation. It was a blend of the roughness from the old man's gray chest hair and the softness from his saggy fat and skin.

Luke continued to lick and kiss the huge mounds of flesh on Frank's chest. His hands reached out to squeeze the fat tits as he suckled on them.

"Fuck, that feels so good, boy." Frank moaned. "Suck my fat titties!"

Luke could not understand why he was doing this, but there he was with his mouth full of Frank's fat manoob. It felt so wrong, but so fucking hot. He hated that he was doing this but it turned him on so much.

"Suck my nipples harder, boy!" Frank said, "Make them hard for me."

Luke looked up at Frank in disbelief. There was just no way this was really happening. His brain was telling him to stop what he was doing and to get the hell out of there. However, his body refused to do so. He leaned in even closer and doubled his efforts.

"Oh yes, boy." Frank groaned, running his fingers through Luke's hair.

"Suck harder. Your mouth feels so fucking good on my tits."

Luke whimpered at Frank's words. He continued to suck hungrily on the old man's tits. His mouth moved from one tit to another and then back again. What started out as licking had quickly turned into full-blown suckling. He was like a baby who finally got to breastfeed after a whole day without being fed.

Luke applied more and more suction as his tongue ran over the old man's giant areolas, rough chest hair be damned. He lifted the heaps of flesh, slathering the underside of the old man's tits with his tongue. He was making the sloppiest sounds servicing Frank's enormous manboobs.

Luke wanted to stop, but he just couldn't pull away. The depravity of what he was doing was intoxicating, and Luke found himself wanting to please the fat old man.

"Good boy," Frank purred, before cupping Luke's face and motioning him to his belly.

"Lick that fat belly, boy," Commanded Frank.

Luke brought his face closer to Frank's potbellied gut. It was gigantic. There were rolls upon rolls of flabs cascading down his body and a layer of gray hair covering the entirety of it. With much hesitation, Luke stuck out his tongue and pressed it against Frank's paunch, and reluctantly began licking.

Frank looked down at the hot young man and watched as Luke licked his flabs.

"That's right boy. Slide that tongue all over my fat belly. I want you to lick all over. I want to feel your tongue licking the insides of my belly folds." said Frank.

Luke felt so ashamed of himself, yet for some reason, he was extremely aroused by the act he was performing. A hunger grew in him as he began to service the older man more passionately. He swirled his tongue round and round Frank's fat belly, brushing against the mat of hair that covered it. The once rough hair was now slick from his saliva, turning the forest into a silver lake that flowed down his body.

The fatty skin tasted oily, salty, and wreaked of age. Despite feeling utterly humiliated, Luke continued to lap up every inch of the old man's gut. This perverse act was beyond his wildest imagination, yet irresistible.

"Harder!" bellowed Frank, chuckling loudly, his huge belly wobbling with laughter. "Work those fat folds properly!"

Luke winced at the mockery but complied obediently. The older man smirked cruelly, clearly relishing the humiliation he inflicted on the young stud.

Frank's obese form jiggled like jelly as he swayed back and forth, his massive gut protruding further than Luke would have believed possible. He enjoyed watching the young man struggle with his shame and humiliation.

"Is that enough for you, boy?" he taunted, his voice booming with lust and pride.

To Luke, hidden underneath the layers of fat and filth, these words hit like a sledgehammer to the head. What kind of monster was he dealing with?

Yet, despite the mental turmoil brewing within him, Luke didn't stop licking. He couldn't. Something was pushing him to serve the wretched man willingly, albeit begrudgingly. Each stroke of his tongue against the fuzz-covered fat made him feel so disgusted and aroused.

Frank adjusted his stance, intentionally leaning backward to better expose his enormous gut, and said "Faster, boy!" He grabbed handfuls of his ample waistline and tugged upward until his entire midsection writhed like a giant python.

Watching the spectacle unfold in front of him, Luke grimaced at the sight of the bloated mass jiggling above him. However, the stirring within him made Luke question his feelings. Though he initially considered backing out, the sheer absurdity of the situation, combined with the overwhelming arousal he couldn't deny feeling, left him mute.

Instead, Luke redoubled his efforts, frantically swiping his tongue along the greasy contours of Frank's bloated paunch. Luke's cheeks bulged outward, stretching uncomfortably as they worked to accommodate Frank's monstrous bulk and sucked on the fat like a vacuum.

"So good, boy." Frank gloated, stroking his pudgy midsection proudly. "Who would've thought it? Me, the fat old fart, getting serviced by the hottest stud in the world!"

Luke remained silent, his ears burning from embarrassment. What had compelled him to agree to this depraved arrangement? Surely no acting role was worth this? His career was already on an excellent trajectory and he really would be able to find success without Frank's help. And yet, he had succumbed to the depravity, submitting completely to whatever twisted fantasies this lecherous old man had. For reasons unknown to him, Luke was unable to resist the lure of this debauchery. He could feel his dignity slipping away with each swipe of his tongue on the fat man's body.

When Luke had licked clean every inch of his belly, every crevice within the folds of fat, Frank decided that his gut had gotten ample attention. Using his right hand, he grabbed Luke by his hair and pulled him up to face him. Frank then raised his left arm up, exposing his sweaty armpit.

"I kept the room nice and warm just for this, boy. Now lick my armpit!"

Luke was stunned. He had never done that before, he'd never even thought of it. He wondered why a man of such wealth and size would not have the air-conditioning turned on in his bedroom for such an occasion. They haven't even begun fucking and Frank was already drenched in sweat. Now he knew why.

Luke cautiously lifted his head. "Uh, what?" he said, feigning ignorance in an attempt to buy himself precious seconds to gather his wits.

Frank regarded him coolly, his gaze unwavering. "Didn't you hear me?" he said, his tone laden with condescension. "I said, lick my armpit, boy. What's taking so long? Have you suddenly gone deaf, or is it just the smell turning you off?" he said laughing.

Luke recoiled instinctively, his nose wrinkling involuntarily at the mere suggestion. The pungent odor coming from Frank's armpit was almost intolerable, a potent smell that assaulted his senses.


Continued in next post

Disclaimer - Hi! This is my 1st ever attempt at writing and submitting an erotic story. This series focuses on Older x Younger / Fit x Chubby pairings. I hope you will find it to your liking. Comments and critiques are more than welcome!
Chapter 3

Luke arrived at the top floor of the high rise Frank Goodwin's office was at. The place looked really expensive. His friends were right, this was a huge company. The receptionist, a rather dashing looking man in his thirties, told Luke to head inside as Mr. Goodwin had been expecting him, and so he did.

"Good evening Mr. Goodwin! Thank you so much for meeting with me, it's a huge honor."

"Good evening to you too. Please, have a seat. I have a very busy schedule so you'll understand if I get straight to the point. I've looked into you, Luke. Your career had an almost unprecedented meteoric rise. Granted you are an exquisite thing, and your campaign shows you have the talent to back up those looks, one does not normally go from practically nothing to the top of the field without a little help."

"Yeah, it's been quite a rollercoaster ride. Things have really worked out for me I suppose."

"I also saw that your initial portfolio and all your earliest professional work was shot by Richard Miller. Brilliant photographer that man."

"Yes, he's really gifted. I met him at an event and he was kind enough to help me out at the beginning and mentor me. He really opened a lot of doors for me."

"It's a shame what happened to him. You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with it would you?"

"I'm sorry sir, I'm not sure what you mean."

"Well, from what I hear, the 9-1-1 call was made by a strapping young man who was with Richard at the time of his heart attack, and that Richard was naked on the bed when the paramedics arrived. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together, Luke. I know he was fucking you in exchange for help in jumpstarting your career. He was probably fucking you too at the time of his heart attack. I would go so far as to say you were riding his meat when it happened, otherwise you would have been trapped under him given his size" followed by a villainous laugh.



Luke couldn't muster any words. He always struggled with the shame of his arrangement with Richard. He couldn't even muster the confidence to have sex with other people while it was going on. It being a secret, or at the very least something that wasn't talked about by people, always helped him cope. But Frank speaking about it so openly now petrified him.

Frank stared him straight in the eyes "To fuck someone into having a heart attack is very impressive Luke. It gives me high hopes for you"

Luke shuddered. They were so silent that Luke's gulp was audible to Richard.

"You understand what I am proposing, yes?"

Luke nodded.

"Good. But before you accept, there are some things we must discuss. I don't know what your arrangement with Miller was, but if you are to be with me, you cannot be with anyone else. You belong to me. Second, you must be available to me anytime I call for you. I am not unreasonable and will not call for you when circumstances are not fitting, but when I do, you must come and give yourself to me. Lastly, when you give yourself to me, you must give yourself fully."

Luke had hoped his friends were wrong about Frank. That the rumors about him were just that, rumors. But standing in front of him, hearing him speak to casually about these things, it looked more and more plausible that the rumors were true.

It was at this point Frank stood up and undressed completely, fully exposing himself to Luke. It was an atrocious site. He was old, at least seventy-five, but probably closer to eighty, and it more than showed. He was bald on top, with wisps of white hair crawling down the sides of his head. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but this man was straight up hideous in the face. His features made him look like a mix between an ogre and the crypt keeper. And this was just his face! His body was humongous. Richard Miller would not look as obese standing next to this man. He had an endless amount of rolls and flabs that were both wrinkly and covered with gray hair. If Luke had to describe his body in one word, the word would be "walrus". His belly hung so far over his waist that Luke wasn't sure if he saw a penis down there. Looking at the full picture, in addition to the knowledge that he might have sexually harassed people before, Frank was the single most hideous and atrocious person Luke had ever seen. He was sure the disgust showed on his face because Frank suddenly gave a smirk.

"Can you handle it? Do we have a deal?" the old man asked.

Luke wanted to run. He wanted to run and never look back, but then things are never that easy.

Frank gestured towards his desk "That's your pay, should book this role."

Luke glanced over and saw a check with his name on it, and with an astoundingly high amount.

"Don't underestimate my desire for you Luke. I have full control of who is cast in our company's productions. I guarantee it will be worth your while should you agree to this arrangement."

This was too big of an opportunity for Luke to turn down. Quite literally a once in a lifetime opportunity. How bad could it be? He learned to cope with being Richard's fuck toy. As much as he would never admit it, towards the end he even began to revel in being used by the man. This should be no different. That was a lie, it was totally different. For as repulsive as Richard was, Frank looked ten times worse. Richard also wasn't that bad of a guy. Yes, he used his position to take advantage of younger guys, but when they were together he was always rather pleasant. Frank on the other hand, having just known him for a few minutes, already seemed like a sleazy pervert. But the rewards he would reap from Frank would also be tenfold. That was it, he decided. A few stiff drinks and the lights turned off would make it tolerable.

He met Frank's eyes, finally giving his answer. "Yes, I can handle it. I accept your offer."

"Excellent! But one last thing. I didn't get to where i am without being a good businessman, and any good businessman tries the product before investing in it." said Frank with a ghoulish grin on his face. "Get over here"

"Now?!" Luke retorted. He knew he would have to give the man sex, duh. That was what this was all about. However he didn't expect it to be so soon. "I would really prefer if we could do it somewhere more private. Perhaps your place of residence?"

"Have you forgotten the stipulations of our arrangement? You come when I call you, and you give yourself to me fully. Understand that this is a taste test. Should you fail to completely satisfy me, the deal is off. No second chances."

Luke reluctantly walked over until he was right in front of Frank, who was a bit taller than he was. He actually couldn't even get face to face because his huge gut was in the way. Frank grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head and pulled on it, tilting Luke's face to be pointing upwards toward his own.

"Open your mouth boy."

Luke did as he was told, and was suddenly met with a giant glob of saliva as frank spat directly into his mouth. Luke was caught totally off guard. No one had ever spit on him before, let alone into his mouth. Before he could even give a proper reaction, Frank covered Luke's lips with his own. His tongue was unlike any Luke had felt before. It was gigantic, extra long and really slimy. The tongue didn't just enter his mouth, it invaded it. Frank swirled his tongue all around his mouth, not leaving any spot untouched, then suddenly sending another glob of spit in there. They were mid-kiss when he did this so the spit dribbled into Luke's throat, causing him to gag and break the kiss.

Frank slapped his face and turned him around. It wasn't particularly strong, and it wasn't painful, but the surprise of it stunned Luke. Frank proceeded to unbuckle Luke's belt and pull down his pants and underwear, exposing his perfectly shaped ass. Spreading his cheeks, Frank started licking the beautiful hole up and down until it was wet with his spit. Mere seconds into this, he drove his tongue into Luke's perfect little hole, making him gasp. Luke had never had his ass licked before, let alone gotten tongue fucked, but here he was now, getting hard as Frank's tongue darted in and out of his ass.

This lasted only minutes. Frank stood up and ordered Luke to bend over. Luke knew what was coming. Again, this was another shocking moment for him as he had never gotten to an ass fuck this quickly before. Richard Miller had fucked him more times than he could count, but it had always been after lots of foreplay. Richard loved to savor his body and take his time before dicking him down.

"Wait, I'm not yet ready." Luke whimpered.

"I don't have all night boy. I have a meeting in a few minutes that I can't miss. That's why I'm only tasting you".

With that, Luke felt Frank plop his gigantic belly onto his back to give way for his dick. it's weight pressing down on him. It was only now he realized he had not seen Frank's dick yet as it had been hidden under all those flabs. Boy was he in for a shock. Richard had a fat dick so Luke knew how to handle getting fucked, but he was not prepared for Frank. A bulbous dick head pressed on his hole, larger even than Richard's. Without a moment's warning, Frank shoved it all the way in. His dick was just as fat as Richard's but it was longer. Richard capped at around 6 1/2" fully erect, from head to hilt, but Frank was easily 7 1/2" or 8". He could not stifle his scream. Pain surged through his hole and channel as Frank plunged all the way in.

The old man then pulled it all the way out, then plunged it back in quickly, not giving Luke appropriate time to comfortably get used to his size and length. But while Frank was brutal and inconsiderate, he was also an expert cocksmith. With every thrust into the boy's channel, he pressed against his prostate, sending a pulse of bliss that spread throughout Luke's entire body. With each passing thrust, the screams of agony slowly turned into moans of pleasure. The boy was hard and leaking, this pleased Frank greatly.

Taking the boy's arousal as a cue, Frank grabbed both the boy's hands and placed then behind his back, holding them together with one hand. With his other hand, he pushed the boys face down on the table and held his head and place. Luke, stuck in the walrus' grasp, felt helpless and powerless for the first time in his life. These thoughts were quickly drowned out by pleasure as Frank suddenly doubled his pace, causing the desk to shake violently with every pump of his cock inside the boy. Just as the boy's moans were reaching a peak in volume, Frank's phone line buzzed and his personal assistant's voice came through.

"My apologies for disturbing you Mr. Goodwin, but the production crew has sent over documents that need your signature."

"Can't that wait until after I'm done here?"

"I'm so sorry sir but they are in the middle of filming and their snow machine broke. They need your approval to purchase a new one right now so they can replace it and continue filming. They only have the set for two more days and need to finish the scene ASAP."

"Fine, come on in. I'll sign them."

Luke had been struggling to stifle his moans as Frank spoke to his PA, but this became a non-issue after what he heard because he froze in fear and panic. Frank had told the PA to come. If the PA did, he would walk in and see Luke in this humiliating situation. He started to squirm and trying to get Frank off him.

"Please stop! Your assistant will see us. Please just stop. You can continue to take me when he's gone. Please Mr. Goodwin!" Luke begged.

He was met with a booming "BOY!" which instantly shut him up. "I told you, when you are with me, you must give yourself to me fully. Everything is on the line. If you disappoint me now, the deal falls through. NO. SECOND. CHANCES."

Luke lay there in silence as Frank continued to plow him, tightening his grip on the boy's arms and head. And then it happened, the assistant came in. To Luke's dismay, Frank did not stop the brutal assault on his ass. Instead he called the PA over.

"Here. Set it on his back and hand me a pen."

Luke's head was held down facing the door. He could not turn away and had to watch as the PA gave him a quick glance, his eyes filled with both pity and disgust, and then walk over to place the contract on his back. It was only then that Frank stopped the pounding. It took only a few seconds, but it felt like forever for Luke, bent over with Frank deep inside him as he signed a contract on his back while his assistant stood at their side, waiting.

Luke felt his previously hard cock shrink and shrivel up from the embarrassment he was experiencing at that moment. When it was finally over, the assistant took the contract and headed out, and Frank continued his barrage on Luke's hole. The thrusts came faster and faster, while Frank started to groan louder and louder. He was getting close to his orgasm. Luke could tell this was the case, and made an attempt to push his ass back onto Frank's cock and meet his thrusts. It wasn't because it felt so fucking good. No, that wasn't it. It was so that Frank would get more turned on and finish, and then all this would be over. Yes, that is what he told himself.

Before Frank could finish though, the phone line buzzed again.

"My sincerest apologies sir, but your guests are here on the lobby."

"FUCK!" bellowed Frank. "Fine. I'm done here. I'll head out now."

Frank quickly pulled out of Luke and got dressed. Just like that, it was over. Luke was in a state of shock from all that happened and remained bent over on the desk. Frank went to the front side of the desk, grabbed Luke's face with one hand and squeezed his mouth open. He fired 4 rounds of spit straight into Luke's mouth.

"Swallow it boy" he said, and watched Luke gulp the thick globs of spit Frank had deposited into his mouth, gagging from disgust in the process.

"I hate to go before finishing, but business comes first. Don't think I'm done with you boy. Far from it. Be at my house by 1:30pm tomorrow. My assistant will give you the address."

And then he was gone. Luke, still reeling from the events that just took place, got dressed and wobbled towards the door.

"I have your phone number. I will send you the details of Mr. Goodwin's home in the morning." said the personal assistant as he led Luke to the elevator.

A hot shower in his own bathroom had never felt better. The heat was such that the entire bathroom was thick with steam and his skin had turned cherry red. It was a sad attempt at washing away the ick and shame of what he just did. He could not believe that actually happened. Frank had brutally used him like an object. And what's worse, his assistant came in and saw Luke getting railed by the Walrus that was his boss. He never imagined that anything that embarrassing would ever happen to him, that something that shameful would. But...if it was such a shameful act, why was his member hard and throbbing as he thought about what transpired?

He tried to push the thoughts out of his head and to calm down so his boner would settle. He achieved neither. All he could think about was how ashamed he was when the PA saw Frank using him, and how this sent blood rushing to his dick. There was only one way to get rid of both the thoughts and the erection, he needed release. He mustered whatever willpower he had left and tried, and failed, to block out the images of earlier as he stroked himself to a huge orgasm, spraying all over the shower walls and floor.

"Fuck...I'm in trouble."

Stayed tuned for the next chapter!

I finally found time to write down another account of one of the hornier experiences of my youth.

I had been in a sort of relationship with Mr Martin for around a little over a year before I finally decided what I was going to do with my life and headed off for college.

The college I had chosen to study at was about a 3 hour journey from home with the delights of the M25 in the middle.

One journey home from college I stopped at a dodgy little garage about 45 minutes into the journey to fuel up my Peugeot 205 and noticed that they had an astonishingly comprehensive selection of top shelf magazines - even including two gay porno's!! I took advantage and bought both mags along with a straight mag as well - this was still in the days when the internet was dial up so finding a stash like this was pure gold!!

The lady behind the till gave me the standard unapproving eye, asking me if I wanted any flowers for my girlfriend - I didn't even respond. Just paid and left.

About 10 or 15 minutes after joining the M25 I came to an almost complete standstill in the mother of all traffic jams. After 10 minutes the temptation became too great and I started perusing the delights of the magazines I had purchased earlier in the journey.

As I read more, and looked at the pictures I inevitibly became hornier and hornier, the traffic crawled along and eventually I came to the turning for South Mimms services. I pulled off the motorway to intent on releiving the throbbing erection bursting to escaoe my trousers.

I parked up and got ready to wander over to the building. My original plan was to have a big wank in one of the cubicles but then it dawned on me... There are a lot of people here... I wonder if I could find a hookup?!


This is in the days before Grindr and the like and I was young and naive with no clue how to get what I wanted. But I did have time on my side - the traffic was going nowhere so I figured I could take my time.. I decided to be as obvious as I could about my intentions... I took the gay porn mag and left it on my dash so that if someone saw they would know I was horny, then I wandered into the services building.

I stood wondering how to make it obvious I was looking for cock - I noticed the WH Smiths and went over, I stood in front of the "Gay Times" magazine for a while, then took it out and stood flipping through the pages, trying to make eye contact with any man who came anywhere near.

Fail...

I bought the copy, figuring I could sit and read it at one of the benches, which I did - no joy.


I sauntered into the toilet holding it title out and just sort of hung around nodding at guys... Fail

Finally I hung around the arcade for maybe an hour, smiling and nodding and making small talk with a few guys but clearly none of them were interested or I was giving off the wrong signals.


I tried for a good two hours before I decided it wasn't going to happen and I trudged ny way back over to my car

Does anyone have some crazy stories from school including Lockerroom incidents, pantsing, mooning, flashing, jerking off with friends, or seeing your friends naked? Pictures and videos are not required, but would be appreciated (18+ of course)

Disclaimer - Hi! This is my 1st ever attempt at writing and submitting an erotic story. This series focuses on Older x Younger / Fit x Chubby pairings. I hope you will find it to your liking. Comments and critiques are more than welcome!

Chapter 2

Richard may have been a dubious man for using his position to take advantage of young guys like Luke, but he was never dishonest. He told Luke that he would help him with his modeling if Luke would sleep with him. Well, Richard certainly held up his end of the bargain. In the 2 months since they came to an agreement, Luke's modeling career skyrocketed. His following on social media went from a few thousand to a few hundred thousand, and he had been booked by every other famous clothing brand. It started with swimwear and underwear brands as expected, but eventually it was anything and everything else. Luke was booked and busy. Things were going unbelievably well for him, much better than he expected, so he in turn had to uphold his end of the bargain. In exchange for jumpstarting his career, Luke had to have sex with Richard, and boy did Richard cash this in. He had been fucking Luke multiple times a week since that first night. He estimated that they'd fucked in everyone possible surface in his apartment, which, mind you, was very large and very well furnished.

Luke had just finished shooting for a swimsuit campaign and was headed to Richard's apartment as he was instructed to. The shoot took place just a few blocks away from Richard's apartment so Luke opted to walk the rather short distance than book a ride. Even though he had been Richard's fuck toy for the good part of 2 months, he was still as nervous now heading over to his apartment as he was that first night after meeting him at the photography and modeling workshop. Unlike then, however, he knew exactly what awaited him -- a fuck session filled with debauchery.

He reached Richard's doorstep and realized he was already wet with anticipation. What the fuck was going on? Intrusive thoughts suddenly plagued his mind. Why was he still doing this? Was he really just advancing his career, or was there some deeper, darker reason pushing him to maintain their arrangement? He was really successful now, at least for a model, and he had grown a huge following on his social media. He probably wouldn't maintain this same trajectory if he ended things with Richard, but he was established enough that he would do perfectly fine on his own. And yet here he was standing outside the apartment building of Richard, his underwear wet from precum, about to head up to the apartment of that portly old man to get fucked. Even as these thoughts tormented him, he felt oddly excited about the prospect of experiencing more debasement at Richard's hands. A strange eagerness welled up within him. Stepping away from the rationality of daylight, he entered the world where fantasies thrived amid darkness and secrecy.

Luke found Richard in the kitchen, having just poured a glass of whiskey for each of them. He walked over to greet Richard and to take his drink, which he always needed to help him get through these sessions. Upon meeting Richard however, instead of reaching out for his drink, his hand moved to grab Richard's crotch and his mouth dove onto Richard's, like it had a mind of its own, giving him a deep, wet kiss. Luke was uncertain why he did this and was shocked by his actions. He wasn't the only one though, as Richard stood frozen in place. This stasis did not last long. Richard, aroused by Luke's sudden initiative, began kissing him back. With his hands awkwardly dangling at the sides, a drink in each hand, Richard devoured the young man's mouth. They were so engrossed in their kiss that neither knew when they would be able to stop for air. The loud ring of Richard's phone saved them from having to decide to stop.

"Hold on." said Richard. "This is likely about that TVC you tried out for. I should take the call. Go to the bedroom and wait for me naked." And with that, Richard answered his phone and Luke headed to the bedroom, took his clothes off and waited as he was told.

Luke had auditioned for a TV commercial last week. If he got the job, he would be appearing in several TV commercials, as well as several photo advertisements, as part of a huge campaign for an athletic clothing brand. He was getting anxious waiting to hear from Richard the outcome of his audition, so he pulled his phone out and started scrolling the feed on his social media account. A few seconds into scrolling his feed, he began to ponder what happened in the kitchen. He had never initiated anything with Richard before. He found him to be a repulsive looking man and had absolutely no attraction to him. Yes he enjoyed the sex, he couldn't deny that, but that was just a physical reaction to stimuli, or so he told himself. Certainly he couldn't help but feel pleasure when his prostate was being battered by Richard's cock, it's only human. But then again....

Before Luke could finish his thought, Richard barged into the room with a big smile.

"They loved you. They think you are the perfect guy for the job. You got the part!"

"Holy shit!" responded Luke, with the biggest grin on his face. "I can't believe it!"

"You better believe it buddy boy." Richard said as took his shirt off and walked to Luke's side before pushing him down onto the bed. Richard all but jumped on top of Luke.

The sudden weight on Luke knocked the wind out of his chest, and he was practically crushed under Richard. He barely had time take in the huge win he just found out about, and more importantly, barely had time to breathe in some air before the older man picked up where they left off in the kitchen and devoured his mouth. Richard held Luke's face with both hands, his tongue darting in and out of the younger man's mouth like a snake. Richard could tell Luke was struggling under the weight of his body and the aggressiveness of his kisses, but the boy was on fire today, returning his kisses with as much passion as was given. Richard wanted to see if this eagerness would continue beyond kissing. He rolled off Luke and onto his back, and without a word exchanged, Luke had immediately scuffled down between his legs and was sucking on his fat cock. He licked up and down the shaft a few times, then swirled his tongue on the bulbous head, before taking the whole thing in his mouth. By now, Luke had gone down on the older man enough to know that there was a lot more cock buried in his crotch fat pad, so he used his fingers to move aside the fat in order to swallow him all the way to the hilt. Luke had just begun to suck on Richard's balls before he felt him begin to shudder. He knew this was a sign that Richard was working his way to an orgasm. Without any prompt from Richard, Luke climbed on top, grabbed the cock, aimed it at his hole and sank down on it, taking the whole thing into his channel in one fell swoop.

Richard was stunned. The sex had always been absolutely fantastic, but it was mostly due to how hot Luke was. Aside from blowjobs which Luke had seemed to really be into since their 1st encounter, he had always been rather passive, just laying there and letting Richard plow him. Richard didn't mind one bit as it was still the best sex he'd ever had, but witnessing Luke take the initiative for the very first time made something primal inside Richard come to life. Luke had already surprised him earlier when he grabbed his crotch and kissed him upon arriving at the apartment, and he was ecstatic that Luke didn't need to be told to go down on him, but he had never expected Luke to mount him without being directed to. Richard looked up at Luke, the single most attractive man he'd ever seen, and saw pure lust and pleasure in his face as he rode.

Luke bounced up and down Richard's cock like a cowboy on a wild horse. He was rising and falling so rapidly that he had to hold on to and squeeze Richard's manboobs in order to maintain some semblance of balance. Richard was huffing and puffing, his face contorted, he was close. As if by instinct, Luke rode him even harder, like his ass had a mission to drain the load from the cock stuffing his channel with every rise and fall. They were both moaning like animals, harder and harder until at last, Luke felt the rush of warm cream filling his insides. But what he experienced next would haunt him for years to come. Richard bellowed like never before, his face in agony. This was definitely not from an orgasm. Then it dawned on Luke, Richard must have been having a heart attack. He immediately hopped off, grabbed his phone and dialed 911. He quickly got dressed and before he knew it, the paramedics had arrived and taken Richard to the hospital.

Luke was a mess. Even though he didn't have any feelings for Richard, it was still a traumatizing experience. Luckily, when he called the hospital later that night to check what happened, he was told that Richard only suffered a mild heart attack and was okay. Luke let out a huge sigh of relief. He didn't know if he could handle killing someone with sex. He could rest easy.

Morning came and Luke decided to visit Richard in the hospital. He thought about bringing flowers but decided not to. After all, what does one give one's benefactor when they had a heart attack from the orgasm you gave them. He brushed those thoughts aside and just went on his way. When he arrived at the room, he was surprised at how large and cozy it was.

"Of course he got a suite." Luke thought to himself.

Richard looked fine, if not tired.

"Sorry about what happened." he told Richard awkwardly.

Richard laughed and brushed it off.

"It's not your fault champ. And besides, if that did me in, it wouldn't be the worst way to die, fucking a hot stud like you."

Luke simply gave a gentle smile in response.

"Look." started Richard. "I'm okay now, but the doctors told me that I need to slow down and have a nice long rest, maybe even retire. I haven't decided what I want to do in the long run, but for now, my daughter has insisted on staying with me to make sure I don't overdo things. Which means...unfortunately, that our little arrangement must come to an end, at least for the time being."

Luke didn't know how to react. He didn't even know Richard had a daughter.

Should he be happy that he was finally free from having to give himself to this unsightly old man? Should he be upset that he would no longer have the crucial connections that Richard provided him with? A slight panic started to ensue. Would this all have been for nothing?

Richard seemed to notice that Luke was in his head, and reassured him.

"Don't worry Luke, I won't leave you high and dry. I've asked my assistant to help you get in touch with the necessary people. You're still booked for the big commercial campaign as well. You've really made the best out of the connections I've set up for you. Even without my help now, which again isn't going away as my assistant will set you up, you will do just fine."

"Thank you, Richard. I'm really grateful for everything." answered Luke.

"Meh, don't worry about it. I had the best sex of my life with the hottest young stud. I got as much as I gave. It's just a shame that this is how we part ways, but that's what a heart attack will do to you." Richard chuckled.

Hearing those words, Luke found his gaze drawn towards Richard's crotch. He was tenting through the hospital gown. For whatever reason, he moved towards the obvious erection, lifted up the gown, and began sucking Richard's cock. He wasn't sure what exactly moved him to do this. He knew he had no romantic feelings for Richard, that was never in question. Was it a feeling of gratitude towards him? After all, it was undeniable that it was because of Richard that his career had skyrocketed. That could be it. But maybe...just maybe, what drove him to slobber on the cock now was the same thing that drove him to mount himself on the old man's cock last night. What exactly was it that drove him to do that, he wondered. These thoughts frightened him, terrified him even, so he brushed them aside and focused on giving Richard one final suck.

Luke wrapped his lips around Richard's erection, feeling its warmth against his tongue and took him deeper into his mouth. Beneath the firm grip of his hands that had made their way up to play with Richard's manboobs, he felt Richard's body begin to quiver slightly. Luke then began to move his head rhythmically back and forth, his technique now so fluid and practiced after all their time together. Meanwhile, Richard's hand grazed through Luke's hair, giving him little nudges here and there which served to intensify his focus even further. His other hand caressing the young handsome young's man smooth cheeks. Each time Luke's mouth reached the base of his cock, shivers went down Richard's spine. Every soft moan escaping Richard's throat seemed to fuel Luke's efforts. Getting off the cock for but a moment, Luke spat on his free hand and began playing with Richard's heavy balls, then immediately took the entirety of the fat cock in his mouth again.

Richard had not been bothered by his size and weight in decades. He was a successful man in an industry where he could use his position to bed hot young men. Who cares if he was fat? But today, as Luke was giving him what looked to be his final blowjob from the boy, he wished he were in better shape. He wished that this huge gut he had accumulated from his many years of gluttony would vanish so he could see the beautiful face that was servicing him at this very moment. Luke had a spectacular body, but what really set him apart from every other stud was his perfectly handsome face. He would try to describe it, but really, it was indescribable.

It wasn't long before Richard was shuddering and he let out a huge load in Luke's mouth, which the boy eagerly swallowed. Luke got up from the man's crotch, grabbed a tissue and cleaned up him.

"I probably shouldn't have done that. That's how you ended up here in the first place." Luke said with a little giggle.

"Well, if I'm to have another heart attack, this is the best place for it to happen. And even if something did happen, that blowjob was worth it" Replied Richard with a wink. "Oh, and you have a little smudge on your chin" Richard told Luke as he moved towards the door.

Luke rubbed his chin and found it was a little glob of cum that must have dribbled out when Richard was filling his mouth. He looked at Richard, sucked the cum off his finger, gave him one last cheeky smile, and was out the door.

The next few weeks were a breath of fresh air for Luke. He had finished shooting for the big campaign that he booked with Richard's help. It was a lot of work and it took a long time, but he learned a lot and it came out amazing. He definitely could make it on his own now. With Richard out of the picture, he found that even with his modeling work, he had so much more time on his hands now. He was finally able to catch up on school work which he had neglected almost entirely the past few months, his grades barely scraping by. The best part of all of this however, was that he was free to have fun and sleep around. It was never part of his arrangement with Richard that he couldn't see other people, but he was too ashamed of his deeds with the man that he couldn't bring himself to have sex with other people. That was in the past though, and now being a famous model, he could have whoever he wanted. Girls were already throwing themselves at him before all of this because of how attractive he was, but now after achieving all this success, he had them practically crawling at his feet. Life was good. No, life was fucking perfect, he thought to himself. And indeed it was, at least for that brief period of time.

A few weeks after the campaign started to run, Luke got a call. It was from one of the production assistants that he worked with on the campaign. He was told that the president of the mother company that owned the one he did a campaign for saw his work and was very impressed. One of the companies under their umbrella was a major TV network and streaming platform, and he wanted to meet Luke about the possibility of getting him for a recurring role on one of their hit TV shows. Luke said yes immediately. Why wouldn't he? He was over the moon with the news. He hit up his friends right after and they celebrated his success like college boys do, they partied and drank til the sun came up.

A month had gone by and life was indeed good for Luke. He had just finished a photoshoot for a sneaker company and was getting out of hair and make-up with the other models. They had been working together for 3 days and nights, and they were all similar in age, so they became fast friends. One of the models, Kacey, suggested they go out for drinks to celebrate the success of the shoot and as a sort of goodbye for their little group.

"Damn, that sounds like fun. I'd love to go with you guys but I have an important meeting for a possible recurring role on a hit show. It was set around a month ago so I can't just reschedule it last minute. " chimed Luke.

"No shit?! Well you better get your ass to that meeting then. That's so great for you." said another of one of the models, Trent.

"Thank man. Yeah, I'm heading over as soon as I finish getting cleaned up. I haven't been this nervous about a gig in a long time. I hope it goes well." - Luke

"What role are you trying for? And for what show?" - Trent

"I actually don't know, they didn't inform me. They just told me that the president of the production company, some guy named Frank Goodwin, liked my work on that big campaign I did and wanted to meet me and see if I was a good fit for some recurring role." - Luke

"Hold up. THE Frank Goodwin? From World Motion Productions?" - Kacey

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's the guy. I haven't had time to google him since I've been so busy with the shoot we just had. Why, is he a big deal?" -Luke

There was a moment of awkward silence. The models gave each other concerned looks, then all turned to Luke.

"Oh yeah, his company is huge. They own several streaming services and TV networks. But...I would be careful if I were you. He has a rep for being a real creep." - Kacey

"Really?" - Luke

"Yeah dude. He's had like several accusations of sexual harassment from his employees and talents." - Trent

'WTF? I haven't looked him up online but I feel like I would've heard about that on the news or something." - Luke

"Nah. He's a powerful guy in the entertainment business. He can block those things from being made known to the public. But people talk. Anyone who's halfway successful has probably heard of him. You're probably just a special case cos you went from zero to a hundred real quick. But ask any seasoned model or entertainer and they've probably heard at least a little bit about him." - Trent

"Fuck. That's a real bummer. It's such a big opportunity though. I don't think I can afford to ditch this meeting." - Luke

"Well, we hope it goes well and that he's okay. But you know, just be careful okay? Don't do anything you don't feel comfortable with." - Kacey

"Yeah, definitely. Okay guys, thanks for the heads up. I should head out now. See you around!" And with that, Luke head off to his meeting, uncertain of what the future held for him.

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Stay tuned for the next chapter!

This true story is about Ben, who was in my frat during the College Series. He is three years younger than me, and always showed an interest in me during my senior year but I never acted on it since he was a pledge. I've skipped forward through most of the boring parts.

Eventually, I got a job and moved to a big city on the east coast. He got an internship in the city and hit me up with nudes over Snapchat. Now, Ben is extremely hot. Probably the most attractive guy in my fraternity, and was openly gay. He was blonde, about 5'10 with a 6 pack, and a nice tight twink ass.

He also loved sending nudes, and was happy to share videos and pictures riding a huge dildo. When I asked him about kinks, he said he was open to anything, which is how the story started.

I've always been bisexual, leaning straight. However, I've dreamt of dominating other men and training a hot twink. Ben seemed happy to oblige, as he started explaining that his favorite thing was to be double penetrated by other men. I brought up fisting, and he said he'd never done it before.

After a few more nudes, I invited him over to my apartment and asked for him to arrive in a jockstrap. About 30 minutes later, he showed up and I invited him inside.

"Whatsup bro, how's the night?" I asked.

"Good, better now that I'm here," he replied.

We opened a bottle of wine and I started kissing him aggressively. Pretty soon, we were naked and his 7.5" cock was on full display. I had him bend over and began eating his ass before turning him around and aggressively forcing my dick down his throat.

After a few minutes of rough facefucking, I bent him over doggystyle and began fucking him aggressively with my dick. While not huge, I jackhammered him hard and slapped him around before cumming after 10 minutes.

Now, to the fun part. Ben had said I could do anything I wanted after I came inside him, and I had some ideas of what to do.

I said I needed some time to recover, but wasn't done with him yet and brought out the Jiffylube and some poppers. I offered him some and he gladly accepted. After the rush was over, I generously applied lube to his hole and began fingering. After fucking him, one finger slid in easily and then two. Three went in easily enough and then four. Soon enough, I had all five fingers inside him down to my knuckles.

I started working him in and out and could feel him loosening up. Granted, Ben loved DP and I he told me he was taking massive cocks. I kept working him and then pulled out a 12" x 8" dildo I bought online.

"Think you can take it, you little DP whore?" I asked him.

"Yessir, but please go slow," he said.

I slowly started inserting the soda bottle sized dildo into his beautiful, 23 year old twink ass. He groaned as his hole stretched to fill the whole thing, and I pushed it deep into his bowels. After about 10 minutes of loosening him up with the dildo, I removed it and had him take another hit of poppers.

I then proceeded to put 5 fingers back in, and then the whole fist went into his hole. I slowly felt around as my fist was engulfed in warmness and he moaned out in agony and joy. I began moving my wrist up and down in his hole, stretching it with my fingers as I moved in and out.

Ben couldn't stop moaning as my wrist acted as his wristwatch. However, I wasn't done and after about 15 minutes of fisting his hole I pulled my fist out and made a prayer sign with both hands, before putting 10 fingers inside.

I jammed both hands inside his hole, training him fully as he orgasmed and bucked around my hands. I pulled one hand out and replaced it with my dick, giving myself a handjob inside his ass.

At this point, I was so amazed at what I'd done that I came again inside him and pulled my dick and hand out of his well used hole.

I brought out a massive inflatable buttplug and jammed it in the mess, before blowing it up like a balloon to fill his insides.

"You're a worthless cumdump of a frat brother," I said to Ben.

"Fuck yeah I am," he replied.

More to come on my adventures with Ben.

Disclaimer - Hi! This is my 1st ever attempt at writing and submitting an erotic story. This series focuses on Older x Younger / Fit x Chubby pairings. I hope you will find it to your liking. Comments and critiques are more than welcome!

CHAPTER 1
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The morning began as usual for Luke-- brimming with hope and determination. However, today felt different. There was something in the air, almost tangible. Luke knew instinctively that today would change everything, either for better or worse. As he made his way to another day of classes, his heart raced, his palms sweaty. This feeling, however, was quickly replaced by excitement when he focused on the fact that there was going to be a local fashion photography and modeling event happening tonight and that he was going to attend. Luke had been trying his best to kick off a career in modeling. At 20 years old, he was the campus hottie. Practically everyone that crossed paths with him would describe him as the hottest guy they had ever seen. Despite this, he had trouble starting up a modeling career. He had been trying for months to get noticed by talent agents, photographers and brands through posting on social media, but he could not catch a break, until now. By chance, a friend who knew about Luke's modeling aspirations told him that the events venue his parents ran was catering to a Photography and Modeling workshop + showcase on Friday Night, and that his father was able to pull some strings and get Luke in. Well today was Friday, and he was going to make the most of this opportunity.

Luke arrived early at the venue in his best pair of slacks that showed off his plump yet tight ass and a black mesh/fishnet polo that showed off his lean physique; his washboard abs and firm pecs, which he gained from his efforts on the University's Swim Team and the gym, visible through his top. He was eagerly anticipating the opportunity to impress potential clients and showcase his skills and good looks. However, despite being the hottest guy in a room full of models, he was not being asked to participate in any of the workshops and showcases. Feeling frustrated, he head to the rest room to splash some cold water on his face, passing a small group of models standing near the rest room. On his way out, he heard some of the models talking about him and the lack of attention he was getting. They mentioned that no matter how attractive he was, he wasn't going to get anywhere without having the right connections. It dawned on Luke that since he was only able to get in the event through his friend's dad, he had no real connections here, and that he would have to actively work on creating some. To make himself more visible, Luke strategically positioned himself near the entrance where most people walked through.

Just then, he spotted a man who appeared to be organizing a photo shoot. He was middle-aged, around 55 Luke guessed, and was terribly obese and ugly. He looked like a greasy scumbag that would take advantage of anyone he could. Luke did not like to judge people based on their looks, but this guy just instantly gave off that vibe. Luke looked around trying to find if there was some indication of who this man was. He eventually saw the signage near the entrance showing a picture of the man, captioned: Richard Miller - Senior Photographer and Talent Scout at Elite Models Management. Luke knew if there was anyone here that could help him kick off his modeling career, it would be this Richard Miller.

Introducing himself, Luke expressed interest in participating in one such session, hoping it might help further establish his portfolio. The man looked him up and down, appraising his good looks. Aside from the spectacular ass and body shown off by his outfit, Luke had the most attractive face Richard had ever laid his eyes on. Sexy, handsome and cute all at the same time, with flawless fair skin, perfectly styled blond hair and the coolest blue eyes. It wasn't long before he nodded at Luke in approval. "Alright kid," he said, eyeing Luke appreciatively. "We could use someone like you." Ecstatic yet cautious due to the predatory aura he was getting from Richard, Luke happily obliged. Little did he know what lay ahead.

As they worked together throughout the evening, Richard seemed to grow increasingly infatuated with Luke's striking physique and captivating presence. At the end of the event, Richard invited Luke over to his apartment for another photoshoot. He said that Luke had been a wonderful subject and that he would like to continue shooting him, free of charge, and that Luke could use photos for his portfolio, and all without the pressure of all those people in the event around. He said this would make Luke's work even better than it already was. Luke was hesitant to take Richard up on this offer. The guy looked like a scumbag and he wasn't naive, he knew what these kinds of men often wanted from aspiring models like himself. But he couldn't turn down this opportunity after working so hard to catch a break. He told himself that if Richard propositioned him with something he was uncomfortable with, he would just say no. And with that, he agreed to head over with Richard to his apartment.

It started out like any other photoshoot. The lack of an audience and the wine Richard served helped Luke relax, which really made his poses and his facial expressions much better than back at the event. Things were going great and Luke began to think the night would turn out perfect, until Richard started to get a little handsy. It started with him putting his hands on Luke, to put him in the poses he wanted for the photos. There didn't seem to be anything out of the norm with the photographer guiding his model into different poses. However after a few shots, Luke noticed that Richard's hands would linger on his body longer and longer, and his touch becoming more firm each time. It was obvious to Luke that Richard was feeling him up, but it wasn't too bad and he let him continue to do so. Things got a little more uncomfortable when Richard suggested they move to the bedroom and Luke strip down to his underwear so they could take some shots on the bed as practice for underwear brands and so he would have some underwear shots for his portfolio. Stripping down to his underwear was one thing. That would obviously be something he would be doing a lot as a model...but in Richard's bedroom?! Luke thanked him for the offer but politely declined. However, Richard insisted, saying that Luke's primary work as a model would more than likely be with underwear brands given his amazing physique, and these were among the highest paying jobs, so he might as well get those kinds of photos for his portfolio while he has the chance. Richard was right, and Luke knew it. He may have been a fat old sleazebag, but he was a skilled and well respected photographer based on the quick web search Luke did during the car ride over to Richard's place. As much as he was creeped and grossed out by the situation he was in, he wasn't in a place to turn down Richard. Luke all but gulped his glass of wine to help calm his nerves. Was this his 4th or his 5th that night? He wasn't sure anymore, but whatever helped him get through this.

After half an hour of photo taking, and touching Luke under the guise of positioning him for poses, Richard put down his camera and started caressing Luke unabashedly. Despite his initial repulsion towards Richard's lewd advances, Luke found himself succumbing to the temptation of getting a jumpstart for his modeling career. The desire in each of them was undeniable; one fueled by lust and the other fueled by ambition. With a yet another bottle of wine shared among them, the lines between professionalism and boundaries had become dangerously blurred.

Richard took off his shirt, revealing a flabby, greasy, obese body which made Luke gag a bit. He did his best not to make it apparent that he was repulsed by the older man. He leaned in closer, running his calloused fingers across Luke's smooth skin, squeezing his pecs. The tiniest of moans escaped Luke's mouth, born from the surprise and the pleasure of having his pecs played with. The passion and desire in Richard's touch grew stronger with every caress and shivers went down Luke's spine until he felt Richard's lips press on his. He let Richard peck on his lips, but kept them firm and closed. A few seconds in, the kiss became more aggressive. Richard began forcing Luke's mouth open with his tongue until the young stud finally relented and let him in. There was a hunger in Richard that Luke had never experienced before. He was bisexual and had been with both girls and guys (although he could count the number of guys he'd been with in one hand). He was the hottest guy on campus, so he had a lot of sex. It practically came crawling to his doorstep. Yet he had never felt anyone want and desire him as much as Richard did at this moment.

Richard was devouring his mouth with such gusto and passion that Luke inadvertently found himself reciprocating the sleazy old man's kiss, even sucking on the fat, rigid tongue that kept snaking its way into his mouth. To his surprise, Luke realized his cock was rock hard and had gathered a small amount of precum at the tip. He immediately felt guilt and shame. How the fuck did he have a hard on...did he leak precum...from kissing this fat old scumbag that was clearly using his position to take advantage of him? Why was he now kissing Richard with as much passion as Richard was kissing him? These thoughts and more all started racing in his head and he just about had the mind to push Richard off and make a run for it when he felt the old man's hand grip his cock, and he immediately froze. Richard had felt the hesitation in Luke at that moment. He realized what Luke must have been thinking. He's bed a good number of aspiring young models in his time so he could recognize when the shame of what was happening hit them. He could recognize when the shame of realizing they enjoyed it hit them. And he knew how to keep them hooked. Taking the precum that had leaked out, he began stroking Luke's shaft up and down. Firmly at first, then more gently and loosely, then firm and strong again, while still maintaining their passionate kissing. Luke was bewildered. The constant change in pressure on his dick along with the mouth ravaging his own began to make him feel the lust building up inside him, and he found himself moaning into the older man's mouth

The wine and the pleasure he was receiving made short work of his inhibitions and self-control. So when Richard put his hands on Luke's head and nudged it downwards, Luke went with it. He guided Luke's face with his hands, making him kiss down his neck down to the middle of his chest, and then to each nipple, making the stud give them a good lick and suck. Then further down they went, making a quick stop at his belly, making sure to press the boy's face in it for a second or two, before pushing him even lower until he was face to face with his crotch.

Luke had sucked dick before on the few occasions he'd been with a men, but none of it prepared him for the fat hog in front of him. His bush wasn't overly long or thick, but it stank of a putrid stench. On top of that, Richard's entire groin region was sweaty as hell. Luke didn't think he could do it. Richard noticed the hesitation and grabbed the hair on the back of Luke's head and make him look into his eyes. He could see the wheels turning in the boy's head, having an internal crisis on whether he should give in to Richard. But Richard knew he would, he could see it in his eyes. They just stared at each other for what felt like eternity to Luke, and then Richard said it. "Suck me boy". On hearing those words, it was as if a spell was placed on him. All his apprehensions vanished, he closed his eyes and then his mouth was immediately on Richard's hard cock. It had a horrible smell, but Luke had no desire to stop. To his delight, Luke realized that Richard was longer than he 1st seemed to be. Although he was thick, he clocked his dick at around 4 1/2" inches. But Luke found that there was more dick that was hidden, buried in fat pad of Richard's crotch. In total, Richard was around 6 1/2". Luke dove into the fatty crotch and sucked it like his life depended on it.

Richard looked down at the sight in front of him with a sense of pride and accomplishment. Here he was, an obese middle-aged man with the hottest boy he's seen in his life down on his knees, sucking on his cock like it was the fountain of life. The boy may not have been all that experienced, but his lust and desire to suck made the blowjob so good, possibly the best Richard had ever had. Or at least, the best that he could remember. Feeling his knees starting to tremble, partly due to the immense pleasure of Luke's mouth on his dick, but also partly due to his immense weight, Richard led Luke back to the bed where he laid down. Richard, eyes still closed, kissed around Richard's crotch until his mouth found his dick, and immediately he began slobbering on it again.

Richard could tell that Luke's jaws were beginning to ache and tire because his mouth had loosened up on his dick quite a bit, but was still bobbing up and down and slobbering over it with as much enthusiasm as when he started. He had to give the boy props, he really was giving it his everything and Richard was enjoying it so much. Too much in fact. He could feel himself getting closer to orgasm. It was so fucking good...but he wasn't done yet. He couldn't be. Not until he got a chance to fuck that sweet ass.

Richard pulled Luke up so that he was laying on him, then gave him a deep kiss, which Luke hungrily reciprocated. While eating each others' faces, Richard wet his middle finger with the saliva on his dick from Luke's intense blowjob, and then slowly pressed into his ass. Luke moaned into Richard as he was hit by a sudden pressure as he felt the finger make it's way into his ass. He had only been with guys and bottomed a few times so this normally would have been painful, but with the copious amount of alcohol he drank plus the overwhelming lust he was experiencing, the finger in his ass felt so good. Richard slowly added a second finger, and then a third, keeping Luke distracted from any discomfort by shoving his tongue down the boys mouth. He started sliding his fingers in and out of the stud, slowly at first but gradually increasing the pace until he was full on finger banging Luke.

At this point, Richard flipped their positions so that Luke was on his back and he was on his knees, then lifted Luke's legs onto his shoulders so he had direct access to the most beautiful hole he had seen. His dick still slick from the sloppy blowjob Luke gave him, and Luke's hole nice and primed from the finger fuck, Richard pressed his dickhead at the entrance, slowly burrowing in until with a pop, the head had penetrated and Luke gave a loud gasp of surprise and pleasure. Richard pushed more and more of himself inside Luke until he was balls deep in him. He slowly pulled out and then shoved it back in. Slowly out, then quickly back in. Again and again he did this until they had a steady rhythm. Again and again hew did this until he was sure Luke was opened and acclimated enough to take a real pounding. And with that, he started to plow like a madman. Luke despite being disgusted at himself for letting Richard use him this way, had no choice but to surrender to the man. He tried to tell himself it was all to get ahead in the industry, but his hard dick leaking precum told him it wasn't the truth...he was someone deriving pleasure from this.

It wasn't just solely about sex anymore, the power dynamic helped ignite a flame within them. Luke submitted fully, giving himself over entirely to Richard's dominance, driven by the thrill that came with surrendering to the darker side of desire. Richard skillfully plowed Luke in various positions, leaving him a moaning mess. Every moan that escaped Luke's lips sent shivers coursing through Richard's veins. He still couldn't believe he was fucking this divine looking stud. His position in the industry had given him access to a lot of hot aspiring models in the past, but none as attractive as Luke. They were so lost in the haze of erotic ecstasy that all sense of time seemed to escape them. Each thrust pounded deeper into Luke's core, driving him mad with pleasure. Still, Luke wanted more. He wanted Richard's cock in him more than anything else. He couldn't deny how arousing being used was. His sudden desire of being used by such an unsightly man surpassed all boundaries.

Continued in the next post

Back before we all searched for hook ups and air b&b's on apps and phones, there was a great site called Craigslist that you could find everything on. I lived in Austin, Texas and had a great duplex near the location of ACL (Austin city limits) music festival. All my friends said I should rent it out for the weekend as a lot of people did and made great money. It was a one bedroom with a small office that could be a 2nd bedroom and one bath, very private and small. Perfect for me just being out of college and starting out.

At this time I was a 24, 5'8", 145# bwn/blu size obsessed power twink, only 5" cut. My college boyfriend had been a pretty hung dom top and taught me how to embrace my natural submissive side. He loved telling me my little cock was why i was such a good bottom. That only hung men could really enjoy fucking. That was I made for penetration, just a hole to be used by men like him. He was hung 8x6 and was very masc Irish/Italian guy from NYC that had gone to school in Texas. He went back to NYC after graduation and I became infatuated with hung alpha types. I frequently hooked up with married or dl guys online that were into just using a cocksucker or fag to fuck. However, in my searches I couldn't find one bigger that 8.5 inches and I really wanted to serve someone massive. (more stories bout those hook ups another time!)

So ACL is coming up and I get an idea in my head to post ad's on craiglist offering my duplex for the weekend. "Gay sub offering Free Room for ACL weekend for Hung Alpha wanting a place with built in servant. Close to festival, meals and service provided, no sex necessary but negotiable. " etc...

I got about 5 serious replies though none really seemed to be a match. I was about to give up when I finally got the right reply.
"Hey Faggot. 28 year old Alpha from Los Angeles. 6'3, 185#, built Italian with a monster cock. Love to show it off. Straight ,but have used cocksuckers before. If you're serious hit me back and we will discuss my rules. Attached are my pics, send yours so I can see if you worthy of my attention." After seeing these pictures..

.

I knew I had found the right man!
We emailed back and forth over the next week and came up with the logistics of him coming to Austin. His friends had bailed on the trip so he needed a place to stay, ride from the airport, etc. I would give him the master bedroom, which had a lock on the door, and I would sleep in the office on a futon I had in there. Food, snacks, drinks, etc would be stocked before hand. And I would follow his rules when we were home:
1. Faggot will not proposition Sir for sex at any time and will not get erect in his presence.
2. Faggot will not touch Sir at any time without permission.
3. Faggot will not look Sir in the eyes unless told to.
4. Faggot will ask permission to speak to Sir unless told otherwise.
5. Faggot will be dressed in soccer shorts and small t-shirt with no underwear unless instructed otherwise.
6. Faggot will do any domestic chores instructed by Sir, including laundry, cooking, cleaning etc.
7. Faggot will obey with no question Sir's orders unless those orders violate our pre-set limits.
8. Faggot will be prepared to service and worship sir at any time.
9. Faggot will eat all of Sir's cum if he chooses to cum.
10. Sir has the right to use his faggot however he wants and reserves the right to add more rules as he sees fit.

Over the week of discussion my body tingled and my hole twitched with the anticipation of his arrival. He was straight, and wanted to explore his sexual sadistic side. He loved the power his dick had over both men and women, but he was scared to get to rough with a woman after a bad experience. Gay gays, he said, loved it when he got rough and he really got into skullfucking a cocksucker back in LA. He really wanted to try more. As our conversations got more and more headed and kinkier, I saw a dark side he was scared to let out, but needed to explore it. He came from a physical Italian family. He wanted to keep his bitch (me) in line and be worshiped. He wanted to see how rough he could get with his massive cock and he wanted to see how far he could go with me before I tapped out. He asked if I had any leather or gear. I told him no, since that was hard to get in Austin back then. So he also said he would bring me some "presents" for his pleasure.

The day came for him to arrive and I went to the airport to pick him up. We texted about where to get him and as soon as I pulled up in my SUV I knew I wanted to serve him! Standing on the curb was this tall, tan, lean chiseled model. His face was all angles and jawline, covered in a thick 5 o'clock shadow. His hair was dark, straight, and just long enough to fall in his eyes., which were covered by aviators. He wore a white wife beater with an open flannel and gold chain that drew attention to the hair ending right at his collar bone, and his tight, tight Levi jeans that curved his ass and thighs, and showed a bulge that every man and woman at the airport was staring at. Even his feet, in flip flops, were tan and huge, perfect for worship.

I jumped out of the car and smiled and opened the back door. He just said "bags, now." and just those two words told me his voice was so deep it resonated in my chest. Naturally too, not like some guys that put it on for show.

I got in the car and took off. He didn't say a work but took off the flannel as it was hot and I had the a/c going. (Texas is always hot and sweaty). He leaned back and put his hands behind his head and I immediacy smelled his natural musk filling the car. A man's smell has always turned me on and it's better than poppers honestly. My little dick instantly got hard. He smirked and said in his bass voice "I figured you would enjoy that I haven't showered in a few days and haven't worn deodorant in a while. Your little cock better not be getting hard faggot, that's breaking rule number one."

I couldn't even reply! I was already he sub, I wanted him so badly right there! He didn't speak a word the rest of the ride him. Just casually rubbed his cock through his jeans, making sure I was watching in the mirror."

We pulled into the driveway and I he waited for me to open the door, wordlessly already instructing me I was his servant. I got the bags and let him in. "Give me the keys" he said and I handed them over. "You'll say here unless I give you permission to go anywhere. Look at me." He took off his sunglasses and I looked into these eyes, fucking deep brown with long lashes, almost to long, and thick brows. He looked at me with a mixture of amusement and disdain? Desire? Then coldness. So quick I was shocked he grabbed the back of my head by my hair and snapped my head back, towering over my face. "Your my faggot now. Right? Nod! You're here to serve me how I want, when I want. I don't care what you want or need, Your only job for the next three days until i leave is to meet my needs. Say "Yes Sir!" Faggot." "Yes Sir!" I managed to say and he patted my cheek harder than I expected, but not quite a slap..

"Good boy. Take my bags to my room and lets get your gifts unpacked and then I want a massage before dinner."

We went to the master bedroom and he started unpacking his suitcase. Inside was a smaller black bag, zipped up with a lock. He took out a key and opened up the bag. "See what I got you." he ordered. Inside was a lot of things. Smaller bags, a dvd case, other odds and ends, and a pair of mesh shorts, very small and very short shorts. A thin leather collar, black, with a small lock on it, and a black box. "Strip!" he barked at me and I took off my shorts and t-shirt immediately. He lifted up my arms to inspect my freshly shaven pits, and fondled my small, hairless balls and cock, then turned me around to look at my ass. He had instructed me to be shaved when he arrived, a task i did NOT enjoy doing the night before. "Good." he said "What did I tell you?", "Only real men get to have hair Sir". "And what are you?" "A fag to be used". The sheer dominance of his words got me instantly erect, at which point he looked down and slap my balls hard! I almost fell to the floor, my balls are so sensitive, i can barely have them played with and he grabbed them hard in his strong, vice like hands and growled at me. "That's the second time your worthless tiny fag clit has tried to get hard around me. I can see I was right to bring things from California to help out. Now open your box."
I went over to the bed, already scared of what was happening and opened the black box, inside were some rubber cockrings and a lock, and something odd and plastic dick tip. Everything was pink. I had no idea what it was. "Grab some lube and come here, let's make sure it fits." he ordered, more calm this time. He lubed up my small cock and balls and i concentrated so hard on NOT getting hard. My balls were sore, and his hands were big, rough from working out, I wanted to feel them all over my body. Somehow I managed to stay soft enough for him to work the pink ring around my cock and pulled my balls through. I winced hard when he yanked and he slapped me on the side of the head at that. Then he pushed the little dick tip over my cock and it locked into the ring. Finally he put a small lock on it and said, "There faggot, all fixed now, you can't get hard around me. You can't cum. Can't jack off. All you'll think about is how to please me now."

I was shocked into silence and just nodded. I jacked off regularly like 5 times a day. I was so turned on by his control, I was straining against the cage. He saw and smirked again and whispered in my ear "Small cocks don't get to fuck and don't get to be hard. You don't even have enough nerve endings to feel the pleasure a hung man like me feels while fucking. Now unzip my pants for your last present." He pushed me down to my knees and stood in front of me. His huge bulge throbbing through his jeans. The button fly looked like it would pop open on it's own. I undid his belt and slid it off. I slowly popped the buttons trough one by one to reveal a filthy jock straining to contain his thick cock. It was yellowing and reeked of cum and sweat. "I've been wearing it and cumming in it for a week now, just for you." He stepped back and slid it off his body. His massive cock swung forward and pre cum was practically pouring from it. I thin realized how fucking into this he was! That as much as I was excited he was too! He caught some of his honey into his hands and held it out to me. "Lick it off" he softly ordered and I lapped it up like a puppy! I couldn't keep my eyes off his giant cock. He reached in the black bag and handed me a cloth tape measure. "See if it's big enough for you." he said. My hands trembled as I finally got to touch it. I measured from the dripping tip to the base with it's musky thick patch of black hair. "Nine and a half." I stammered, never had I seen a cock so big. "And around?" he said. "6 and 1/4 inches." I gulped. I must have looked scared and wide eyed because he laughed. It was a genuine deep chested laugh. It was music. "Everyone freaks out how big it is when they see it. I love being measured and showing it off. I'm almost twice as big as you, think about that. When you stroke your tiny nub - it feels good. So tiny it barely fits in a hand. It takes two to three hands to stroke me off. Think about how good that feels, how much more pleasure I get with my horsecock. It's a waste for you to jack off. So this long weekend I'm going to teach you to serve me and others and get your pleasure from that and only that. Maybe we will keep your little worthless cock permanently locked up. . Sound good Faggot?" I just nodded.

He smiled again and said ok first training - put your hands behind your back." I did as he tied them with his belt. "No open your wide mouth, stick out your tongue, and don't move." I did as he said and he casually stepped forward and placed his huge, wet cock head right on my tongue. I instinctively leaned forward to suck it and he pushed me off, slapping my face twice! HARD, with one hand. "Fucking did I tell you to suck bitch?? No, do what I say! Mouth open, tongue out, stay still." I was so upset that I had already upset him I just sat there with my mouth open and tongue out. What were we doing? I wanted his massive cock so bad and he was tormenting me. He pried my mouth open even wider with his hands, uncomfortable so. He knew it too. "Stay like that!" he barked, and brought his huge cock back to my mouth and just let the tip rest on my tongue.

It's so heavy, was my first thought. It felt like it weight to 10lbs on my mouth. I could smell his balls, and his crotch hair. His musk filled the room. He must not have showered for days. It was like a fox in heat, I felt like i had inhaled a bottle of poppers.

He slowly rubbing the ridges of his cockhead on my extended tongue. Wetting it with his precum, which was now pouring like a faucet. I was drooling as it slowly wet my mouth. "Stay fucking still" he barked even though I hadn't moved. He wasn't even looking at me, he was watching his own big, thick cock slowly air fuck my face. It was maddening.
He took a hand and shoved it in my mouth, gagging me on his long fingers. I almost threw up, but coughed up a lot of slime. He finally looked at me and leaned forward "OPEN!" he yelled and I opened my mouth painfully wide again. He leaned forward and brought forward a ball of spit in his mouth and let it slowly drool out into mine. I let it sit there, and felt it slide down my abused throat, scared to move or swallow. "Good." he said. More hard pats to the cheek with his dry hand, he wet one, covered in my spit, was stroking his long cock, slowly, but fully up and down - up and down and then I understood how much cock he had in his hand! He was right, my 5 inches could be worked to full orgasm in seconds with just two fingers. His beast needed tending, lots of work and I could tell every bit of his dick gave him pleasure.
He watched me watch him stroke, slapping his dick in his other hand, the THUD THUD making me realize how much cock it actually was in front of me. Every bit of my body was on fire. My nipples were so hard, my ass ached, my cock was straining in its little cage and all I wanted was for HIM to touch me with it.
He could tell.
"Fucking slut want it?" He bragged in his deep voice as he started stroking faster and with both hands. Still room for one more on his long member, so thick his long fingers barely touched around. "I know you do, you want it so bad you'll do anything for it. Maybe I'll finally give it to you if you do what I want. Maybe. But if I do, I'm going to make you regret it. I'll tear you up so bad with my cock you won't be able to talk. If I fuck you, and that's big if, I'll make sure you can't walk afterwards. You ever had your second hole punched? I'll bust through your hole like a train. I'll rearrange your insides to fit my massive dick. I'll cunt you faggot. Ruin your hole and turn you into a real pussy boy. You'll never be satisfied by another man again. I'll hollow you the fuck out and hurt you so bad with my dick you will feel it for the rest of your life."
With that he blasted into my mouth. Again, and again, it was like being shot with a water pistol full of cum into my waiting open mouth. Again, again and again. 13 shots in all, none of them small or weak, blasting the back of my throat and filling it up.. I usually get one or two good shots of cum and then done. His was thick and ropey, meant for real breeding.

He was breathing so heavy and sat on the bed. Through catching his breath he said "Swallow it cum slut and get used to the taste."
It was strong, thick down my throat. "You want some piss to wash it down?" He asked from my bed.

I've never been into piss play. I don't like it, I don't get it. We talked about it being a limit before he even arrived, and here he was already pushing boundaries.

I didn't respond.

"I gotta piss" He said grinning. I still didn't say anything. "Come with me." We went to the bathroom and went over to the toilet. "Kneel" he pointed next to the toilet. "When I piss, you will hold my dick to remind you what I have and you don't. From now on, when you pee, you will do it sitting down like the sissy fag you are. Understood?" "Yes sir." I said, still not sure how this was going to go."
I grasped his now soft cock and held it. Even flaccid it was huge. "Yeah, I'm bigger soft than most men hard" he causally said as he let out a stream that would impress a horse. "I'm not going to make you drink any... yet. But if you ever want me to fuck you, you are going to have to taste it. You want my massive cock, you're going to have to take everything from it." He looked at me waiting, as if to say - you know you have to.

So leaned forward and lapped at his stream. It wasn't bad, but i still didn't want any more. "Good start fag." he chuckled. "On a scale of one to ten, how horny are you right now for more cum?" he asked, already knowing I was about to explode. "11!!" I blurted out. "Good" he said through another devil's smile. "I'm going to keep you so on edge you'll do things for my cock you never thought you could. Now, I'm beat from traveling." he stated as we went back to my (his) room." Come give me a massage and then I'll take a nap. You can have the afternoon to relax, but when I wake up I'll want a healthy dinner and then go for a run before I turn in. Oh, one last thing." He reached down and pick up the cum stained jock and mesh shorts. You'll wear these shorts when I'm here, i don't really have any interest in seeing your little locked up clit unless i want to make fun of it. The jock you'll wear on your face when you sleep, so you dream about the smell of me and these..." he reached into the black bag and pulled out a paper sack with a ziplock bag inside. Inside the ziplock were three used condoms full of spunk, "need to go in the freezer. They are a surprise for later.

All characters are 18+ and are fictional.

I grew up in a remote village with my childhood friend Gabriel when my family moved there 20 years ago.

He was 24 and I was 21 and we were both in a nearby university and working part time. We still both lived with our parents since the university is closeby and we could save money. We both went to gym regularly but he worked harder to have a body like a body builder. He was a 6' 3 stud with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He was basically a celebrity in our village due to his appearance and rumors from her girlfriends said that he is also pretty hung like a horse.
And there's me, who never got an opportunity to do what I wanted. It's not as if I'm bad looking but my culture doesn't respond well to gay people. I've always been attracted to Gabriel so whenever I hit the showers with him in the gym, I always hide myself so that he doesn't see my boner. I met my needs through masturbating my 7" dick while looking at his naked body but I've always felt that it wasn't enough.
One day in the afternoon, I was asked by Gabriel to pick up his notebook for his class. I went to his house and saw his dad sleeping in the couch. His name is Mr. Atlas Reed and some might say that he doesn't look like the father of Gabriel. He had the same appearance of Gabriel but Mr. Reed was more mature looking. He was more muscular with his biceps bulging out of his arm and a decent beard. He had the same blue eyes and brown hair like his son. He was fired from his job as a construction worker for 2 months so he become a bum, which caused some issues with his son and wife.
As I was entering Mr. Reed's home, I see that he's wearing a tank top and boxer shorts. The afternoon sun shone through the window towards his body so he didn't have a blanket on. His sleeping position was very weird as his legs were far apart and raised on the edge of the couch. His tank top was slight raised on his side and I could see some of his abs.

The problem was his boxer shorts. Because of his sleeping position, I could see the tip of cock at the end of his boxer shorts. My heart was beating fast and I could feel my dick slowly get hard. I went closer to my Mr. Reed's body and tried to wake him up by grabbing his arm. He retaliated while asleep as he pulled me on top of him, hugging me like his pillow. He smelled like alcohol and a strong masculine musk that I enjoyed. I could feel his dick near my butt and it felt longer than what I had. My dick got aggressively harder as I struggle get out of this position.
Once I escaped, I looked at him and saw that my struggle oulled his shorts down where I could see his pubic hair some of his cock. My years of holding back my sexuality got the best of me and crouched forward to his lower half. I pulled his boxer shorts down and with a sudden move, his dick jerked towards my face. He was slightly hard but even then, it was girthier and bigger than I would assume humanly possible. He had an 8" dick without being fully hard.
I grabbed his cock on my right hand, which can barely hold all of it, and I started sucking him off. I didn't know how to do it but I watched enough porn videos to get the sense of it. He was groaning on his sleep as I suck him off but I could only cover half of it with my mouth. His size wasn't changing for a minute until I feel it grow suddenly which took me by surprise. I tried to get my head off to give myself a break but I felt a hand pushed me harder towards his cock. I pushed my hands off of the couch to assist myself getting off but his force is much stronger than mine. I started gagging on his cock until he pulled my hair out and get my head off of him.

"Boy, what the fuck do you think you're doing?", he asked aggresively
I said, "Mr. Reed, I just needed to ask you about Gabriel's..."
He didn't even let me finish my sentence as he pulled my and gagged me with his cock again. I couldn't breathe and his cock got bigger and harder than when I first felt it. My jaw was struggling with the activity but for some reason, I liked the experience. When he pulled my head back again and I saw that his dick grew to be more than 10". I knew it was bad news to have that inside my hole.
I was surprised and still catching my breath when he suddenly pulled my face onto his and started kissing me intimately. It was more like he was eating my face off. I pushing my hand off of him again but he didn't budge at all. Unlike the facefucking, this felt more intimate. After 3 minutes, I felt my body limp and mind cloudy. My years of desperation took over my mind and I accepted what was happening. My subconcious knew that I wanted this from the start.

Mr. Reed stood up and asked me,"What do you want to do now, boy? I'm not gonna stop you if you leave but you know you want it. I'll ask you again, what do you want me to do?"

Lost in my thoughts, I crouched again begged him, "Please fuck me Mr. Reed"
He picks up my face and asks angrily, "What'd you call me?"
I apologized and repeated what I said.
He slaps me in the face and asks again "What'd you call me? You're gonna have to address me properly you whore."
I then exclaimed, "Please fuck me Daddy"
He replies, "That's much better. I have one rule, I DO WHAT I WANT!"

As soon as I said that, he took of his shirt and boxer shorts and I was enamored. I could compare his body to a Greek God. His hairy chest that was staring at me, his hairy armpits, his six pack abs, his bulging arms, all glistening with sweat. His manly scent is overpowering the room. If I imagined Heaven, I was in front of it right now.

He ripped my clothes off through sheer force in seconds.
"You're not bad for a slut." He says.

Mr. Reed picked me up with his hands and positioned my ass on top of his cock while I held on to his shoulders.

"This is my first time so slow down a bit." I asked.
He replies,"Did you just tell me what to do? I'm gonna have to punish you for yhay. Your ass is gonna get destroyed regardless of whether I do. ""

I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain as he slowly descends my body toward his big cock. I could feel him hitting my spot as if he's puncturing my stomach. I was having tears and groaning immensely as he repeats this up and down motion. I begged him to slow down but he didn't listen. I felt my body jerk upward and downward faster and faster. I felt his large dick on hitting my spot consistently and I was sweating buckets.
He then let my top fell backwards a bit but lower half was still wrapped around him. I could see his smiling face as he asserted his dominance over me. I tried to retaliate by sucking on his nipple before he does that, he quickly pulls my body into him and I felt a jolt of pressure and pain. We then held our hands together as he started pulling my body towards him. I was moaning with pleasure and pain as he kept going faster and harder.
He then continued dominating me faster and harder. While this was happening, he was walking towards a new room that seemed like a bedroom. When he stopped walking, I told him I was reaching my limit so he decided to go more rapid movements. After a fee second, my cock exploded and my cum flew upwards towards my lower half and some on him. I sense of pleasure and relief washed over me.

"That's fucking hot." He told me.

While still lifting me, he dropped me at the edge of the bed. He held my cock in his large hands and I felt intense pleasure since my dick was extremely sensitive after cumming. He was jerking my dick up and down and I struggled with the heightened sense of his touch. He looked at me with a degrading and teasing look and when I met his gaze, he then proceeded to suck my cock and my body felt so orgasmic that my hand tried to push head away but he didn't budge. I don't think it was possible to climax in quick succession but apparently, it was not the case as I came on his mouth.

"What a good slut. Now it's my turn." He says.

He then pulled my legs up in the air and onto his shoulders and inserted his dick inside of me. He started putting his hands on my body until he started choking my neck. He started pressure on my neck and I started getting lightheaded. For some reason, I was liking it rather than getting hurt. He pushed his cock inside of me faster and faster while choking me and my lightheadedness was enhancing my experience. After a few minutes, he started going slower but he was pushing harder and letting his dick inside of my ass longer. I could tell that he's very close. I aided his efforts by pushing my towards him and after 10 pushes, he groaned loudly and came and I felt his milk fill my insides.

We laid next to each other on the bed when we heard footsteps up thr stairs. Mr. Reed quickly pulled a blanket over me and I had acces to his dick under the cover.

I hear the door open and I heard Gabriel talk.
"Dad, did you see Spencer here... what the fuck are you doing?"

Mr. Reed replies "Why are you opening the door without knocking? I was just watching some porn ... uhhhm fuck... before you come bustling in"
At the same time, I was hope to get some revenge and control back so I decided to suck his sensitive cock as much as I can fit. He started moaning midsentence as he puts his hand under the blanket to push me away but I didn't budge.

"You're fucking disgusting Dad. Go get a job and be useful instead of touching yourself all day" Gabriel replies angrily as he closes the door.

Mr. Reed pulls me up from the blanket and said that if he would've beat me if I just didn't give him such a workout. He gave me new clothes to wear and guided me to the door.

He then kisses me intimately before I leave and tells me, "You better be ready boy. We ain't gonna as nice as this first one".

As I left, I've never felt such joy in getting to do my first one with a mesmerizing DILF like Mr. Reed. Then I questioned myself, the fuck did he mean by "we"?

*This is my first story done and I hope you like it. I usually like to do things one and done so I might do more people want it. It would just be new instances and situations*

*)) DISCLAIMER
All characters are of mature age.
Story may be a bit long.


Peter is an accountant and owns a farm, he has a partner named Harley. Peter is 42 years old, but he has a very fit and hairy body, his head is shaved and his sexy look radiates because his handsome face is covered with a thick beard, he has a big two-story house with a big farm next to it.

Peter did his job right, meeting his business associates and drinking beer afterwards. He went home with a dizzy head, probably because too much beer in his stomach caused nausea and dizziness.

"My head is very dizzy," Peter said as he unbuckled his belt.
"Do you need help, sir?" the Uber taxi driver asked.
"No need, thank you," Peter closed the door and waved goodbye.

Peter walked carefully to the gate and opened it. Peter's head turned slightly towards the entrance of the house. Peter sat in the living room but drifted off when he heard a strange man's voice and a woman's moaning.

"Yeah, you wanna have cum inside you bitch," the man's voice sounded.
"Yes, come inside me, sir," a female voice familiar to Peter was heard.

Peter immediately came to his senses and headed for the guest room which was next to the living room.

"What the fuck Harley," Peter stood and looked at a man who had just come in front of him and realized it was Harley's ex Tom.
"Ehh, sorry man," Tom grinned.
"Sorry Peter, I didn't mean to," Harley walked up to Peter with her sweaty naked body.
"FUCK THIS!!!" Peter ran up to Tom and threw a punch right in Tom's face.

Peter went all out on Tom.

"Peter, enough or I'll call the police," Harley grabbed Peter's fist.
"You better go, GO!!!" Peter threatened.
"OK man," Tom quickly put on his clothes with a battered face.
"Hurry up Tom," Harley whispered.
"OK" Tom got out and walked away.

Peter sat dreamily on the ground, shocked by what had happened, wiping his hands of Tom's blood splatter.

"Peter, I can explain everything," Harley approached Peter.
"I don't want an explanation," Peter got up and went upstairs.

Peter ruffled up Harley's clothes and put them in a red suitcase.

"Peter, please," Harley seemed to be crying.
"I don't need anything from you," Peter was still putting all of Harley's things in the suitcase.
"Peter please, I can explain," Harley held Peter's hand as he put Harley's equipment into the suitcase.
"I've had enough, you've done it a few times with Tom," Peter brushed Harley's hand away.

Harley had met Tom several times this month. Peter knew all about it from the ranch employees because he sometimes saw the same man come in several times a month.

"Get dressed and put all your stuff in the suitcase, SLUT!!," Peter snapped.
"All right," Harley was surprised that Peter had never said the word 'slut' to her in the almost three years they had been together.
"Yeah, go to your master," Peter sat on the floor.

Harley cried as she put her clothes on, put her things in the suitcase and closed the zipper."Peter, give me a chance," Harley cried, clutching Peter's hand pleadingly.
"I've given it, but I've had enough," Peter brushed Harley's hand away.
"Peter, please," Harley still stood there pleading.
"GO NOW, I don't want to see you again," Peter stood up angrily.

Harley walked out of the house, Peter was speechless as he looked in the bathroom mirror and washed his hands and face. Peter went to the window to see Harley standing at the gate and found Tom approaching Harley, lifting the suitcase and putting it in the trunk of the car.

"Yeah, get your master cock bitch," Peter yelled.

Peter laughed as he shed tears seeing his ex-girlfriend Harley leaving with Tom.
He threw himself on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 3 here

Uncle Leong's Swim Shop​

Brandon awoke the next morning feeling both drained and exhilarated. His encounters with Mr. Jenkins' art club were still fresh in his memory, and he couldn't help but blush as he recalled the intensity of their desire for him. His body was sore and ached in all the right places, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. Why does he feel this way around old ugly men? He felt dirty but his dick got harder at that thought.

As he made his way to school, Brandon tried to focus on his training, pushing aside the thoughts of the older men who had admired and pleasured him just the night before. Coach Thompson was waiting for him when he arrived at the pool, a sly smile spreading across his weathered face.

"You look tired, Brandon," Coach Thompson said, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, knowing full well he sent Brandon to a pack of wolves with Mr Steamback and Mr Jenkins. "How was Mr Steamback, Mr Jenkins and the art class? Everything alright?" Coach Thompson seemed determined to make Brandon feel uncomfortable, asking about the event the night before and the reactions of the older men who drew him.

Brandon felt his cheeks flush even deeper, and he quickly changed into his swim trunks, eager to avoid the coach's probing questions. Brandon couldn't help but wonder if Coach Thompson knew about all the activities that occurred during the art session. He quickly dived into the cool water, avoiding the questions and he felt a sense of relief wash over him. For a moment, his training allowed him to push his concerns aside and focus on his swimming.

Coach Thomson noticed Brandon's increasing avoidance of his suggestions and innuendoes, and it worried him. After a grueling practice, Coach Thompson called Brandon over for their next hypnosis session. Coach Thompson's eyes narrowed as he observed Brandon's evasive maneuvers, a clear sign that the hypnosis was losing its grip. He couldn't allow his control over the young swimmer to slip away; there were too many plans yet to unfold. "Brandon, my boy," Coach Thompson called out, his voice dripping with feigned concern as he beckoned the swimmer over. "We need to talk about your progress." Brandon hesitated, his muscles tensing under the coach's scrutinizing gaze. Reluctantly, he approached the edge of the pool where Coach Thompson stood, towel in hand. "You've been doing exceptionally well, but I sense a hesitation in you," Coach Thompson continued, his voice low and persuasive. "It's crucial for your development that we address this now. Let's head to my office for a quick session." Without waiting for a response, Coach Thompson turned and led the way.

Brandon followed, his mind clouded with confusion and a growing unease. Once inside the office, Coach Thompson closed the door and gestured for Brandon to sit. Brandon was tired but he obeyed regardless. As he settled into the special chair in Mr Thompson's office, he felt a wave of relaxation wash over him.

"Now, Brandon, I want to ensure you continue to excel, not just in swimming but in all aspects of life," Coach Thompson began, his tone smooth as silk. "Sometimes, our minds can be our own worst enemies.

Coach Thompson's voice was soft and gentle, guiding Brandon into a trance-like state. "You're doing great, Brandon," Coach Thompson said, his words slow and deliberate. "With every passing day, you're becoming more and more attuned to the desires of older men. Embracing their admiration is crucial for your success in swimming."

Brandon felt a strange mix of emotions as the coach spoke. On one hand, he was starting to enjoy the attention he received from these older men. On the other hand, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Despite his doubts, he allowed himself to sink further into the hypnotic state.

"Now, Brandon," Coach Thompson continued, "I want you to imagine yourself at the pool, surrounded by a group of admirers – older men who can't take their eyes off you. They're watching your every move, marveling at your strength and agility. How does that make you feel?"

Brandon pictured the scene in his mind, and to his surprise, he felt a surge of confidence and excitement. He had grown accustomed to the attention, and it now served as a source of motivation for him.

"Good, Brandon," Coach Thompson said, sensing the change in Brandon's thought pattern. "Now, I want you to imagine that these men are cheering you on as you swim. They're urging you to go faster, to push yourself further than ever before. They are such ardent fans who are passionate about you. Let their support fuel your passion for swimming. Seek out their admiration. Crave their desires. Let it fuel your passion for swimming, and together, we will make you an unstoppable force in the pool."

As Brandon visualized the scenario, he felt his competitive spirit ignite. He could hear the cheers of the older men echoing in his mind, spurring him on to greater heights. In his mind's eye, he saw himself breaking records and dominating the competition, all while basking in the adoration of his admirers.

"That's it, Brandon," Coach Thompson encouraged. "Hold onto that feeling. Let it drive you to become the best swimmer you can be."

Brandon felt any residue resistance crumbling as the hypnotic suggestions took hold. The coach's words resonated deep within him, and he found himself longing for and needing the touch of older men even more than he knew or experienced before. Brandon now deeply believed that these old men were necessary for his success.

As Brandon slowly becomes more lucid, Coach Thompson spoke, his voice laced with excitement, "I have a unique opportunity for you today. You're to visit Uncle Leong's renowned swim shop downtown."

Brandon looked intrigued, his interest piqued by the mention of the famous store.

"As you know, Uncle Leong is not just any shop owner," Coach Thompson continued, leaning forward with a conspiratorial whisper. "He's known for spotting talent and sponsoring top-tier swimwear to promising athletes. This is your chance to make a significant impression."

Brandon nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "What should I do, Coach?" he asked, eager to follow instructions that could potentially elevate his swimming career.

"Just be yourself, Brandon," Coach Thompson advised, his smile broadening. "Show him your dedication and passion for swimming. And remember, every interaction with influential figures like Uncle Leong can open doors. Make sure you listen closely to his advice and recommendations."

Brandon gave a determined nod as he knew this was more than just a shopping trip; a trip to Uncle Leong's was a pivotal moment in his journey as a swimmer.

Coach Thompson then handed Brandon a pair of tight-fitting running shorts and a loose sleeveless muscle tee with large armholes. "Wear this. It's sponsored by the 4 gentlemen you 'met' in my office. They are insistent that you should wear only what they sponsor." he explained. Brandon eyed the clothes skeptically, but didn't dare question Coach Thompson's instructions. Brandon felt a strong urge to please not only Mr Thompson but Mr Thompson's friends who were so invested in his success. "And one more thing," Coach Thompson added, his grin growing wider. "No underwear."

Brandon stepped out of Coach Thompson's room with a pair of skimpy, tight-fitting pair of shorts and sleeveless tee that Mr Thompson instructed him to wear. The shorts clung to his every curve, leaving little to the imagination. The fabric was thin and almost translucent, revealing the outline of his hanging cock. The tee constantly shifted as Brandon moved and constantly exposed his pecs and his nipples. He couldn't help but feel a tingle of arousal as he realized how exposed he was. Interestingly, he was unsure if he would be happier with a more modest outfit.

As he made his way to Uncle Leong's shop, Brandon felt the weight of many eyes upon him. Many older men stopped in their tracks, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and admiration as they took in the sight of the young swimmer's barely contained physique. Brandon couldn't help but feel a sense of power as he noticed their gazes lingering on his exposed flesh, their faces flushing with desire.

As he walked, Brandon became increasingly aware of his growing arousal. The thin fabric of his shorts did nothing to hide his erection, which seemed to throb in time with his heartbeat. He felt a wave of shame wash over him, but it was quickly replaced by a burning desire for the attention of the older men who couldn't seem to tear their eyes away from him.

Brandon overheard all the comments of several older men who seemed to be following him. They smirked and whispered amongst themselves, making explicit comments about his body and their desires for him. "Look at that ass," one of them said, licking his lips as he openly stared at Brandon's toned glutes. "I bet it feels amazing."Another man nodded in agreement, adding, "And those legs! Imagine being able to wrap them around you while he rides you." "I'd love to get my hands on that boy," one of them said with a laugh. "Imagine having him all to yourself for just one night."

Their comments sent a shiver down Brandon's spine, but he couldn't deny the surge of pleasure that coursed through him at the thought of being desired by these men. He quickened his pace, eager to escape their leering gazes and make his way to Uncle Leong's shop.

Uncle Leong emerged from the shop, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he took in the sight of Brandon surrounded by admirers. "Ah, Brandon," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I see you've made quite an impression on our little community." He gestured for Brandon to follow him into the shop, leaving the group of older men panting and disappointed on the sidewalk.

Uncle Leong placed his on Brandon's back. "Brandon, my boy! I've been expecting you," he exclaimed in a thick Asian accent. "Coach Thompson told me all about your fantastic progress in the pool." Brandon couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as Uncle Leong's hands rubbed his shoulders and back, but he remembered his programming and began to relax. He knew deep in his heart he needed to embrace the admiration of older men if he wanted to succeed in his swimming career. As they stepped inside, Uncle Leong closed the door and drew the curtains, blocking out the prying eyes of the men outside. He turned to Brandon, his eyes gleaming with desire. "You are not only handsome but so fit as well," he said, running a hand up Brandon's biceps.

Brandon, uncertain but intoxicated by the attention, could only nod in agreement as Uncle Leong led him deeper into the shop. Uncle Leong's swim shop was a well-lit, cozy space with an array of colorful swimwear hanging from the racks. The walls were adorned with pictures of the community's male swim champions, some of them even autographed. It showed that Uncle Leong had served the community well for the past few decades, and the jocks in town clearly adored him.




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fantasy



Mark and I sat in the hot tub. People were walking around the deck and a few in the nearby pool.

Mark had been drinking a few beers. He’s had a lot of issues at work going on, his wife had been cheating on him and they hadn’t had sex on a few years anyway. Mark and I have been friends for decades. I’m divorced. My ex is actually his little sister. I’ve remained single since. Part of the reason I’m divorced is because I had been talking to men online. I’m bisexual. I really didn’t come to terms with that until recently. Now that I was single. I was trying to figure out my life. My ex was the only one who knew that part. But amazingly had kept it a secret.


“It’s about to close. You about ready to get out?” I asked


“I am so fucking horny!” Mark groaned.

I just laughed.

“I get it” I said.

“My dick is throbbing…” he groaned again

“Uhm. Way too much info bro… save that for your lady friends” I looked over at him.

“I can’t help it man. It’s fucking rock hard. I can’t get out of here even if I wanted to.” He complained.

“Alrighty then man. I think you’ve had enough to drink…. How much have you had?” I asked watching him down another beer. There were at least 3 cans in his chair by the side of the pool.

“I’m guessing maybe 5” he burped

“And you’re still hard?” I laughed. “That’s impressive”

“You want to feel it?” He moaned and slid near me.

“Uh… no..” I said. Though…. I’ll admit I was intrigued on what the fuck was happening.

“Seriously Man” I felt him grab my hand and pull it over his crotch. His thick cock filled my hand.

“Fuck.. your dick is huge Mark!” I said a little too loudly. I looked around.

“Thanks…” he moaned. And I realized I was still holding it. I pulled my hand away.

“Dude that felt good. No one has touched it other than me in a long long time” he side.

“Sorry bro….” I said.

“Every thought of messing around?” He said. He slipped closer and dropped into the middle of the hot tub and gliding between my legs. He came back up close to me. His beard tickled my neck and face as he actually began to bite at my neck. My hands pushed at his soft hairy stomach showing very little resistance to him

“Mark… what are you doing?” I said.

“I need sexual contract man. I’m dying” he moaned. Grinding his rock hard cock against my crotch. My cock already getting hard from the stimulation.

“Ok….. but..” I began. I found myself titling my head back allowing him to kiss and bite my neck and shoulder. Feeling his hardness pushing against me. My eyes rolled back into my head. My body was already on fire from his touch.

“Fuck I need this feeling Matt!” He growled. My cock now hard. He rubbed his up and down the length of mine

“What the fuck” he groaned in confusion “I can’t believe this. But fuck it feels so good”

“Yes… mark… yes it does” I moaned.

“I’m sorry dude” he sighed

“Ok ok… it’s ok. Keep rubbing against me” I sighed looking upward at the dark sky, as his beard scratched my neck as he kissed my shoulder. My hands left his stomach and gripped his ass and pulled him against me. Our stomachs touched and He moved his cock faster against mine. Making the water begin to splash

“That feels really good Mark” I moaned. “Your cock is so fucking hard”

“I wish we weren’t wearing trunks” he said. The thought made my cock throb.

“Yeah…. Me too” I whispered. Suddenly his face was close to mine and his lips locked onto mine. He sucked on my bottom lip.

“Jesus… Jesus Mark…” I gasped pulling away, my cock hurt it was throbbing so hard. “we can’t be doing that…” I said staring directly into his eyes.

He winked, and kissed me again. This time he bit my lip pulling it.

“Oh fuck. Oooohh fuck” I moaned. “Mark. You can’t do that. You gotta stop” He stopped kissing me grabbing my hips, and grinded against me forcefully

“You like how it feels.?” He leaned in and kissed me again. I gripped at his ass as I tensed up. He had pushed me over the edge and I began to cum.

“Oh fuck mark.. Nnnnnnnnnnnggfnfnnnnnnnn oh god baby, I’m cumming. Don’t stop. I’m cumming don’t stop baby” I grunted and squeaked audibly, trying to be as quiet as possible, as my cock erupted in my swimsuit. He slowed as I Collapsed against the side. Panting

“Mmmmmmm… “he moaned. “Baby? You called me baby?”

“Yeah. Sorry… you made me lose control” I sighed.

“Don’t be sorry. It was fucking hot” he smiled at me. Then kissed me again, Still grinding his still rock hard cock against mine, which was going limp

“You like me talking to you like that? I asked pulling away to look at him

“Yeah. It’s hot” he moaned into my mouth between kisses.

“You want me to call you baby?” I moaned rocking my hips causing more frictionq “you need be to be submissive baby ?”

“Fuck yes” he moaned back.

I turned looking around. No one was in sight.

“Hey… do you want to go for the room?” I said.

“Do You?” He asked.

“I want to do whatever you want to do baby” I kissed at his lips.

“Ok… yes I do” he said. He stopped and helped me stand. I coukd still feel my hot cum in my swimsuit

We ran upstairs. We didn’t even dry off.

A few days ago, after a long day at work and a few drinks with a colleague, I went to the train station station to relieve myself. The bathroom was not too busy for a 9PM. I took my position in the third urinal from the corner (on the long side) and just peed and ... peed. From the corner of my eye, I could see a white guy in the corner urinal looking around every now and then. He was attractive, a little bit nerdy looking with glasses which turned me on. After peeing, I went to wash my hands - as you do - and he was also there. I could see he was looking at me and occasionally grabbing his crotch and he noticed that I noticed. I washed my hands a second time around and joined him back at the urinals. We stood next to each other for a few minutes, he had a nice dick, quite long and with a nice head, similar to mine . He was either shaven or well trimmed. Overall, a nice looking dick. At the urinals, I couldn't really get hard because of the booze and the excitement so he left and went back to the sink. I did the same thinking that was it as it often happens at Victoria. But that wasn't the case, while I was washing my hands - for the third time - I noticed he was at the end of the sink and he nodded to follow him ... and I did. (I was now shitting myself) We went in one of the cubicles and immediately started feeling each other through our trousers. This was oddly arousing and definitely hotter than I remember when I was younger. However, the rubbing didn't last and I put my hand down his pants while he undid my trousers and took out my dick. He was indeed a nice size and smooth, lovely. We stroked our dicks together a couple of times and then I just had to get on my knees and suck him off. I'm not sure if he was surprised or not because he looked like at first he wanted me to stop but he might have been close. I gave him maybe 3-4 good blows and "knock-knock" the toilet assistant advised us that we were not allowed to be in two in one toilet.
We wrapped up the fun, adjusted our pants, and left one by one to make it seem inconspicuous. It was quite a surprise for her to see two attractive young guys emerging from the same restroom. Perhaps she thought cruising was only for older men, but I can assure you that's not the case. As I made my way out, I didn't really look for the guy, feeling a bit concerned about potential consequences and not wanting to miss my train. My first experience of giving oral in a restroom wasn't what I expected at all, and I discovered a side of myself that I'm a little scared of, but also find liberating. I'm looking forward to meeting the nerdy guy with glasses in the future, and maybe giving him a blowjob in the park.

So, I'm trying to tone down my dependence on porn for masturbation and instead, resort to fantasising hot guys at college. My roommate at one point was one of the hottest guys around, but I applied for change of roommates because he was too noisy playing video games. This thread is just about how we met, about my fantasies about him, and while I write about him, I will also get to jerk off to him. So here you go. Fair warning, we never had sex or did anything sexual. I was never out to him and he wasn't much of a talker. I'm just going to describe my fantasies and how he made sure I didn't need any porn or erotica to jerk off while he was my roommate.

Fantasy


Matt and Steve have been friends for decades. They’re both now in college. Matt is going for law. Steve, his best friend is going to be a doctor. They’re both very smart. But Steve is a joker and a player. He’s been through a lot of women. He’s smart. Tall Handsome. And the rumors over overheard is he’s well hung. I overheard him having sex in our driveway a few times in the past. The ladies he chose were always quite loud.

I’m pushing 48y old now. I had Matt when I was 23. My husband and I barely talk now. I’m pretty sure he’s cheated on me. But I have no proof. We haven’t been sexually active for years. So I catch myself flirting with Matt’s friends a lot. But Steve a lot more since he’s always around. He flirts back just as much. It’s fun. But sometimes I wish I’d stop. I’ve gotten quite turned on when our flirting goes too far. I’ve had to resort to my dildo many times after he’s gone. Dreaming it’s his cock inside me.

A few times. He’s told me he likes em thick, pointing to my curves, And that I’m perfect. I just blush and bat my eyes and tell him he’s crazy. The entire time my pussy aches.

My husband clearly disagrees. He says that’s why he won’t touch me. I’ve let myself go.


Anyway,
Saturday night I was pretty drunk. I was alone. Not sure where my
Husband was. Probably out at the bar.

Well, I thought I was alone, so I only had on my robe from showering, But as I walked toward the kitchen to get another bottle of wine, i overheard Matt, Mike, and Steve talking. I stopped to eavesdrop.

“Mandi won’t stop talking about how big you are” Mike said. “She said she still hurts from it”

“She’s telling all of the girls in class” Matt said.

“Funny. She couldn’t even take all of it” Steve laughed.

“Boys!” I walked into the room

“Mrs Turner!” They yelled.

“Ma’am” Steve said staring at me.

“What are you boys gossiping about!?” I asked.

“About how Steve fucked a…” Mike began. Matt pushing him away

“Sorry” Mike said.

“What did Steve do?” I asked.

“He…. He…. Well” Mike said

“Apparently i had sex with a girl, Amanda, at school, it hurt her, and now she’s telling everyone” Steve said calmly.

“Steve!!!!” Matt slapped his chest. Steve just stared at me smiling

“Why did it hurt? Are you too rough?” I said. I moved to in front of Steve.

“No Mrs Turner” Mike said. “He’s too big… he’s like BIG!” He gestured 2’ space between his hands.

“Oooooh my…” i rubbed my hand on his chest.

“Mom. You’re drunk!” Matt said. Pulling me away.

“Maybe I am” I winked at Steve. He smiled

“Ma’am. Ignore Mike” he said. Still staring directly into my eyes.

“What? Ignore me? Dude you’re fucking huge. We all know it. All the girls know it. We hate you because of it!” Mike made the long gesture again.

Steve winked at me. Then he sat down.

I moved to his side.

“She couldn’t handle it huh?” said.

“Mom!!” Matt yelled.

“No she couldn’t She couldn’t even take it all” Steve grinned up at me “but in all fairness. I haven’t found a girl that could.

“Sounds like an amateur. You don’t need a girl. You need a woman” I said.

“Mom!!!” Matt said. “Come on guys. This is too much. She’s shitfaced”

Before Steve could stand. I pushed him into his chair and through my leg over his. Flashing my pussy and bush for a second. I began to straddle him. But he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the table with ease. I gasped. Fuck he’s so hot.

“You’re drunk ma’am” he said. “Have a good night”

He moved closer. And whispered into my ear

“I want nothing more than to see your fat little pussy stretched around my thick cock” and then kissed me on the forehead. And walked out

“Dude. Matt’s mom was all over you” Mike said.

“She knows I like the thick ones like her” I heard Steve say.

“Guys!!! What the fuck” I heard Matt yell as the door shut and I heard their car leave.

A couple months went by. Nothing was ever said about that night. I did try to avoid Steve the first few days. I had gone too far and embarrassed myself.




I climbed out of the pool and lay out in a chair to tan and dry off. I was home alone. My husband was at work. Matt was at class. I undid my top and laid it on the table. My large breasts hung out sagging in the sun. I would never wear this bikini in public. No way i would ever want anyone seeing me in this small thing. But it gave me nice tans.

I laid out for around 45 min. I got up and headed inside. I doubt anyone could see me, so I carried the top.

I entered the kitchen and then smelled it. Coffee. I turned into the room and there sat Steve drinking a cup.

“Mrs Turner” he smiled.

“Steve!” I attempted to cover my large breasts with the bikini top, Then my stomach. But then decided to just cover my breasts.

“Sorry. I just got here and needed some coffee. It was a long night”

“Call me Stacy by the way” I said awkwardly. Followed by a long pause. “well.. let me go change” I said as I attempted to slip passed him. But he blocked me

“You don’t need to do that Mrs Turner” he smiled. That little bikini looks amazing on you “

“Stacy. Call me Stacy” I said looking up at him. I was still covering my breast. “Thank you hun, but I’m half naked.. let me go change”

“I think you should remain just like this” he said. He moved my hands from my breasts. Tossing the top across the room. I didn’t resist. “Mmmmm that’s right. Show my those big tits. Fuck!” He groaned.

“Steve. We shouldn’t be doing rhis” I said softly

“I just remember you seemed interested the last time I was here.” He said. His hands moved around my sides. Resting on my hips. His cinches under my little ties on the bottoms. He pulled me closer.

“Steve. I was a little drunk…” I said. Looking up at him. His hands moved over my ass. “I shouldn’t have let it get that far. That was my fault” I said

“Yeah. But you definitely seemed curious” he said.

“Well I mean. I guess I am… I was” I said. He gripped my ass. He leaned down

“You seemed more than curious. You seemed to imply you could take it all easily Mrs Turner” he whispered in my ear.

“Well. I was drunk. I mean. I’ve got some experience. But. I’ve never even seen you. But.. I was drinking.” I said “Please Steve. Call me Stacy. It’s weird calling me that in this situation” I sighed and tilted my head back as he kissed my neck

“You smell so nice Mrs Turner” he said as he kissed nibbled at my shoulder.

“Jesus Steve what are you doing?” I moaned as I put my hands on his stomach. His hands left my ass and gripped at my tits.

“Well… I’m about to find out” he moaned in my ear. Both hands molesting my breasts.

“Steve. No. We can’t do that” I said. He spun me around. Bending me over he pushed me down on the table. My big tits and stomach smashed againt the cold wood.

“Steve… we shouldn’t do this!!” I gasped.

“Mrs Turner. You said that girl, Mandy, was an amateur. I want to know what a real woman feels like” he said. “Fuck you have a big ass!” He groaned. His left hand gripped my hip tightly. His grip stung. But also felt good, I heard his pants hit the floor.

“Jesus Christ Steve!” I said loudly as I looked back at his long thick cock bouncing behind me. He was huge. 9 inches easily. I’d guess closer to 10 inches. The dildo used was only 8 inches. The biggest cock I’d ever gotten was my husband’s at about 7 . Steve’s shaft was thick and covered in throbbing veins, But the his throbbing mushroom head was even thicker.

I closed my eyes as his hands roamed over my ass and hips.. His touch felt so good. He spread my ass cheeks.

“Youre so fucking hot Mrs Turner” he groaned “that ass is unreal!” He slapped my ass

“Oh fuck” I gasped

He slapped his cock against my ass cheek, and I felt his cock slip under my bikini and slide up my ass crack. He slid it back and forth multiple times.

“Jesus” I moaned

“Oh fuck Mrs Turner, you’re so sexy” he moaned. He pulled back. “You make my cock throb!!”

I looked back at him, as he crouched slightly. His hands slid under my heavy hanging stomach. The fingers of his left hand gripped my belly as his right hand slipped between my legs.

“Steve. Please call me Stacy. Oh Jesus wait. Baby wait” I said realizing he was pulling my bottoms to the side as the material slipped between my right pussy lip and my thick thigh, and his thick head pushed against my lips. “Steve. We shouldn’t…. Aaaaaaaa” I felt my lips pushed apart and his thick head pushed against my tight neglected hole. I hadn’t felt a real, warm, dick in a long time.

“Oh fuck. Your pussy is so wet” he groaned. “It’s on fire” his hand returned to my stomach. Gripping into my chubbiness tightly with both hands, . He pulled me close hugging me from behind. I closed my eyes.

“I’m going to stretch your little pussy now, Stacy” he growled

My eyes flew open as he pushed

“Steven… wait…. AAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA oh fuck. AAAAAAAAA” I yelled as my pussy stretched around the biggest cock I had ever felt.

“AAAAAAAAAA oh fuck Steven. Oh fuck. Aaaaaaaa Oh my fucking god Steven!!!” I screamed. He pushed deeper. It felt like he was forcing an apple into my pussy

“That’s it baby. You’re so fucking hot. Jesus. You’re so fucking tight Stacy!” Steve groaned.

“Jesus Steven. You’re stretching me so much….. aaaaaaa oh fuck. I’ve never had a cock this deep. Jesus baby. Aaaaaaaaa” I yelled.

“I’m not even in deep yet sweetie!” He laughed as He pulled out. Then pushed in harder.

“Uuhnnngggggggg” I grunted as I felt his head push deeper.

“Oh fuck you’re so fucking tight. You’re tighter than Mandy. Fuck you’re so much tighter. And she’s only 20.. your pussy feels so good, but I don’t think you’re going to be able to take it all… oh fuck!” He pulled out and pushed back in.

“Uuunnnnnnnnngggg aaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Steven!!!!!” I grunted and yelled as he pushed deeper. It felt like I had a bat inside me. I felt him grip my Hips and pull out and then he began to hammer in and out of me.

“Aaaaaaa aaaaa. nnnng aaaaannng aaaaaa. Uunngng aaaaaaaaa” I yelled as he slammed in and out of me.

His hands gripped my hips as he fucked me harder and faster. Each thrust lifted my feet off the floor. He pulled me away from the table and held me tightly but continued to pound into me.

“Ooooow. Oowwww ooowww Steven. Fuck. It hurts. You’re too deep. Steven. You’re so deep. Owww owwww you’re too deep!!!” I yelled. His cock stretching me out. Being so much taller. His angle made my pussy hole stretch more each time he pulled out then slam it back into me. I threw my hands back. Pushing against his thighs as he thrust into me.

“Damn Stacy. That’s not all of it!” He groaned.

“What?” I gasped. “Oooowww owwwwww Steven owww owwww baby” I yelled as he pushed deeply into me, slowly and then stopping.

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I’m Simon. I’m 42 and have semi-retired after a career in technology. After 20 years of office work and a few good investments, I’ve got a good little nest egg and don’t need to work again. I live alone and have an active sex-life – thank goodness for apps. I live just outside Manchester so have never struggled to find an encounter when I needed one. I’m fairly trim and good looking which helps. But I’m not much of a scene queen – I’m very straight acting and like the same. So I feel I’ve had my fair share of the North West’s straight men who just want to experience with another guy. What can I say, I’m a sucker for a straight lad begging for cock. I’ll save those stories for another time.

Last month, I did something I’ve always wanted to do. I put up a post online on student forums and local reddit subs to try to find a group of five close friends who wanted to earn some money. “How would you and your four best mates like the chance to earn £2,000 each?” was the headline. And below was a link to a questionnaire for all five to take. The questionnaire was pretty broad – as well as asking personal information like name, job, eye colour, height, sexual orientation and age, it asked questions about how close the friends were, how risky the participant was and what kind of thing they’d be prepared to do for their friends. Some were pretty innocuous like whether they’d be prepared to gamble £10, £50, or £250 on a coin toss. Some were trying to get an insight into how strong relationships were – would you be prepared to jump into a freezing river to rescue a friend. Some were moral – would you report your friend if he told you he had stolen a large sum of money? And some were very personal. Would you be prepared to do a strip tease with your friend if it would help you and/or him get a girl? Would you be prepared to help a friend with an embarrassing sexual situation if he was naked? Would you have a threesome if it also involved your friend?

I was surprised how many people applied. And it was fun reading through the responses. But most friendship groups were very reserved. But not all of them. Five lads from Chester stood out as being up for anything – they said yes to bungee jumping, I’m A Celebrity-type critter challenges, they all seemed pretty cool with nudity and a number of the more sexual dares. So they seemed like the perfect group. I asked them to submit photos individually and as a group. And once they’d sent them all in, I knew I had the right group. I asked them to meet me in an AirBnB I’d rented in Chester for the day.

I needed to rig the place up with cameras for my plans and asked them to show up around 4pm. Thankfully, they all showed up. I’d bought beers and snacks and sat them all down go have a chat and get to know them. They were all uni mates between 19 and 21 who played 5-a-side together and knew each other because they lived fairly close in their first year.

Josh was the ringleader of the group – blond hair, blue eyes, slight with a muscular build. He was the most confident of the lot. When I asked for photos, I asked them to submit one photo of them that they might regret later. Josh was the only one to send a photo of himself naked and hard. He had a light patch of blond chest hair and slightly darker hair on his legs. Chris was probably the next most daring (he was the other full frontal ‘regret’ photo but wasn’t hard) – he was pretty average build with ginger hair and a very cheeky smile. He had a smooth chest and neatly trimmed pubes. Next was Rob – his regret photo was another nude but a black and white showing his slightly hairy rear. Rob was the oldest – 21 – with dark hair. He was very slight but clearly athletic – he had the build of a marathon runner. Next was Sam – brown hair, deep blue eyes. Like Chris, he was pretty average build. Sam was the only one who might have had a hairy chest. His regret photo was pretty clever – he sent a photo of his passport, driver’s license and home address. And finally Ben, the youngest of the group, who was dark haired and looked the most geeky of the five. His ‘regret’ photo was very different – it was a note talking about his personal life, how he was estranged from his father and lost his mother and how he really wanted the opportunity to earn the cash to make him more comfortable at uni. I’d decided that Ben was getting the £2,000 no matter what, but I needed him to remain in the group and take part in the task.

So once the guys had a few beers and had loosened up, the game began. I brought them into a lounge where a fixed camera was pointed at a sofa. I told them on the other side of the camera were a group of spectators who would be making decisions on what would happen next (this was a lie – I made all the decisions – I just had to look like I was getting phone messages to tell me what to do next). They needed to line up in front of the camera. I told them they would compete in four rounds of tasks. If they all completed the first task, they’d all win £250 but one of them would be eliminated. The next task would win the remaining four another £250 and one would be eliminated, then another task for £250 and a final task for £250. Then, the winner would have a chance to double their money. If at any point everyone left didn’t complete a task, there’d be no opportunity to earn any more money. They all seemed happy and excited to continue.

The first task was easy – they all had to remove their tops. The group of spectators would pick the person they didn’t want to continue. They all looked at each other like they were expecting this, but stripped off together. I knew I had to drop Ben at this point. He seemed a bit disappointed, but I told him he’d have a chance to earn more later on. They all knew what the next task would be – an extra £250 if they removed their jeans. All four lads complied – Josh and Rob had Armani boxers, Sam had CK boxers and Chris was wearing Hugo Boss trunks. So predictable these lads. I had to pick one to go next – I took a bit of a risk here and ditched Rob at this point. I knew he’d be up for the next stage but I wanted to test the water with Sam and Chris. So Rob looked a bit crestfallen with his £500 prize, but he took a seat at the side of the room.

Time for the next round and another £250. “Let me guess” said Josh and immediately pulled his Armanis down to the floor. Everyone else laughed at him – “typical Josh, any excuse to get naked,” said Rob. “Jealously isn’t an attractive trait” he whipped back, with a smile. He stood there hands on his hips, smiling and turning to Sam and Chris to say “come on guys – easiest money you’ll ever make”. They both complied, nervously but none of them tried to cover up. Sam had the biggest cock of the three, but there wasn’t much in it. Sam has a dark matt of hair on his chest and a full, hairy bush. As they stood there, I could see Chris starting to chub up, which made the decision easy. I told Sam he was out for now and to sit at the side. He tried to put his CKs back on, but told him he’d lose his £750 if he did. He left them on the floor and walked naked to sit on the other sofa with Rob and Ben.

“Right guys, for the final round, I need you both to get hard. If you both do it, you both win £1000 in total and one of you can try to double your winnings.” There was a sharp intake of breath from the other three. “I’m happy to do it if you are” Josh said to Chris. He offered his hand for a fist bump. Chris bumped back. We were on – these two friends were going to get hard in front of their other mates.

Chris didn’t take long – he was already starting to chub up – and eventually got to a full 6 inches. Josh – ever the showman – sat on the sofa and took his time. He loved the attention – five pairs of eyes looking at him. He stared straight at the camera as he slowly jerked his cock to its full length. He was a little bigger than Chris – 7 inches – which he made a point of telling us all. I told them that Josh was the winner – he went to shake Chris’s hand, but said “oh, maybe we shouldn’t – I know where that hand’s been”. Chris went back to the other sofa and Josh stood up in front of the camera, £1,000 richer.

“Well done Josh” I said “but the game’s not over yet. I see you like putting on a show, so if you’re prepared to wank for our guests on the camera, as your friends watch on, I’ll give you an extra £500 when you cum.” A smile flashed across his face and he stroked his twitching hard cock. He was game. But I didn’t know if he’d go further. “But I promised you could double your money. So, if you eat your cum after you’ve finished, you get an extra £500.” The first flicker of fear flashed across Josh’s face. I knew he’d never done that before – he said in his questionnaire. Would he take the bait? I decided to amp the pressure up before he could decide – “Your friends will also be able to earn £2000 – but only if you go all the way and eat your cum. The choice is yours – their fate is in your hands”.

Josh glanced at his friends – who looked pretty shocked. They didn’t say anything. But Josh knew he had to be the bigger man. He didn’t want to do this, but he couldn’t let his friends down. Two grand is a lot of money. “I’ve got to give these guys a chance to earn the big bucks – I don’t want to do this, but I’ll do it for these guys.” His friends gasped and gave him a little clap – one of them said “you’re a legend mate”.

And with that, Josh put on a show. He sat back on the sofa, shut his eyes and grabbed his hard cock, thrusting it between his hands. It didn’t take too long for three pulses of his cum to spurt out over his chest. He opened his eyes to see his friends watching his hand scoop up his cum and put it to his lips. He swallowed every last drop. “Well done mate” his friends echoed from the side.

After the heavy breathing stopped, I grabbed a wad of notes from the table on the side and a beer. “Here’s your £2000 and something to take the taste away” I said. “Now, the power is in your hands. You need to pick one of the four guys left to go next – they must strip complete, get naked, cum and eat their cum to earn the £2,000. And like you, if they don’t do it, the chance of earning more money stops”. Josh looked over – Chris had raised his hand and Josh took that as his cue. “I’ll pick Chris next”. As Josh started to get up from the sofa to make way for Chris, I interrupted him “Hang on Josh – stay where you are. To win the £2000, Chris must come on you and eat it up from your chest.” He froze slightly, but Chris said with a wink “you what Josh, I’ve always wanted to eat my cum from your chest”. The other boys laughed and Josh smiled. “Bring it on” he said “just don’t drown me mate, I’ve heard the rumours”.

Chris worked his cock back up to its full six inches. He shut his eyes as he starting stroking furiously. It only seemed like a few minutes before a thick stream of cum landed on Josh’s chest. “Well done mate” came the chorus from the other sofa. He was reluctant, but he picked up his cum and swallowed.

Sam was up next. His big flaccid cock worked up to a thick 7 inch cock with nice girth. As he got ready to unload on Chris’s chest he turned so his arse showed to the camera. It was beautiful, tight arse, that pinched in as he came loudly over Chris. Chris took a handful of his cum and went back for a second after he swallowed the first. What a trooper.

Sam picked Rob, who stripped out of his boxers to show a smaller cock than the other three. His pubes were shaved but he still had a little treasure trail. He quickly worked up to a 5 inch erection, which bent to the right. He was also the only one who was circumcised. Rob spurted out over Sam’s chest, picking his cum which landed on his mate’s hair. He too took a second handful, making a unpleasant face as he swallowed.

“Well Ben” I said “You’re the last one up”. He nervously moved to the camera and started to unbuckle his jeans. He suddenly stopped. “Hang on a minute” he said. “This isn’t really fair. My mates have all been cummed on except me. I think someone should cum on me when I’m done.” Ben looked at me “Come here Simon”. I walked over to him and he started to unbutton my shirt. “I need you to strip with me, and after I’ve cum, I want you to get hard and cum on me. It’s only fair on my mates.” I was about to explode at this point. “Yeah, sounds OK to me” was the only thing I could muster. Ben had removed my shirt. “Do you want to start by stripping me off?” He took my hands to the fly of his jeans. I stripped his jeans off to reveal some Andrew Christian briefs. I started to wonder whether Ben really was straight. He went to remove my jeans to reveal my already hard cock – I wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Ha, ready for action” Ben said “I like it. Well, only one cock you haven’t seen this afternoon – do you want to pull my keks down and complete the set?” I pulled down his briefs and his thick, meaty cock was the biggest of the lot. 5 inches soft, it grew to 9 inches hard. Ben must have seen me staring at his cock “You can touch it if you want Ben, but I think it’ll cost you another £250”. Damn – he knew he had me. He was the most attractive of the five to me – a surprisingly hairy chest and a beautiful smile. And he was the most in need of the cash. How could I refuse. “Deal” I said and wrapped by hand around his massive cock. He moaned and said “That’s good man – you give a better handjob than Becca does”. The other lads laughed – I knew from the embarrassing stories I’d read that a few of them had sex with someone called Becca. After a minute, he took over and pointed his cock at Rob’s chest. “Ready mate? Sorry about this but two grand’s a lot of money”. Rob nodded, hypnotised by his mate’s big cock. It felt like he spurted round about 30 seconds. He grabbed a beer, took a swig, and licked him cum clean from Rob’s chest. “Job done” he said to a round of applause from the other lads.

And then, he did something unusual. He lay on the middle of the floor on his back. “Right Simon” he said. “I want you to crouch down and sit over my face. And you guys,” pointing at his friends “in a semi-circle around him. Because I’m sure Simon would like to suck each of your cocks for an extra £500.” “I’m up for that” piped up Josh. “Me too” said Chris. I was speechless. “You’re going to bankrupt me Ben,” I said, “but fine.” As I crouched down, I realised what an incredible position I was in. I took each of those cocks in turn, licked off the post-cum and serviced all four of those cocks. “He certainly sucks cock better than Becca does” murmured Sam as the others agreed. This was incredible – four straight lads enjoying me sucking their cocks. And as I was doing it, I felt something. Unmistakeably my hole was being brushed by Ben’s tongue. He was rimming me unbeknownst to his friends. It didn’t take long for my spunk to fly over Ben’s hairy chest. The lads applauded me too. “Well that was fun guys.” I said “Now we’re done, there are two showers upst…”

“Hang on” I was interrupted by Josh. “Are you going to clear that up?” He pointed at the cum on Ben’s chest. I gulped. I absolutely hate eating my cum. I quickly thought if I could find a way out of it. “Well, I thought I’d give you one last chance to earn some money.” “Rubbish” said Josh “I can see you don’t want to do that – we all had to”. The other guys agreed. I knew I’d have to eat it. Ben piped up “I’ll tell you what. I’ll eat it. But you need to top us all up to £3k. And..” Ben’s eyes twinkled “you need to share it – we’ll both eat it”. The lads gave a little cheer. I knew there was no other option. I gestured to Ben’s chest. “Take your pick”. Ben scooped up two large wads on cum and spilled them onto his tongue. “Delicious” he smiled. “Now your turn Simon. And there’s some on my cock too so make sure you clean that up too.” My tongue slowly brushed the spunk from his thickly-matted chest hair. It tasted disgusting, but it didn’t matter. I was staring at his still hard cock – the final prize. It felt like it was in my mouth for hours, but it must have only been two or three minutes. As I pulled my head away, I swear I heard Ben whisper “nice job”.

“Where was I?” I said. “There are two showers upstairs – can I suggest you Josh and Sam take one, Rob and Chris take the other and when you’re done, Ben and me can go up when you’re done. The boys raced upstairs and when I heard the showers flowing, I turned to Ben and asked “You’re not really the straight are you?” “What gave it away,” he asked “getting you naked, the tongue up your arse or being prepared to eat your cum?” “Well it was these” I said, pointing to his briefs on the floor. “Yeah, it’s a fair cop. I’d say I’m bi-curious – I’ve only ever been with women. I’m certainly more than curious now. I’ve never even kissed a guy…” Ben’s voice faded away and he stood in front of me in silence. It was so quiet could hear his heart beating. “Can I be first?” I said sheepishly. He didn’t even pause to say yes – he pulled me straight in with a deep passionate kiss, holding me close and moving his hands round my waist to my arse. “Well” I said as I pulled away “I hope you had as much fun this afternoon as I did.” Ben laughed. “I’m never going to forget today, that’s for sure.”

Ben mentioned he was nervous about his friends finding out, so we stepped out of our embrace. We started tidying up the piles of clothes on the floor, the camera tripod and the beer bottles strewn around. Before I knew it Josh and Sam had come down in their towels, through Josh’s towel was over his shoulder. “You go” said Ben, gesturing to the stairs. “I’ll wait for the others to come back”. As I entered the shower in the upstairs bathroom, I took a few minutes to catch my breath. What a ridiculous day. It cost a fair bit more than I thought, but what a horny experience. My cock was still hard and throbbing at the thought of what had just happened. I turned on the shower and started to clean my hot, sweaty body. I stood with my head directly under the shower head, smiling and tugging my hard cock. And then I sensed something – a breath behind me. And then a hand on my backside. I turned around to see Ben – his finger on his lips. “Seemed a shame to waste water” he whispered as he got down on his knees, grabbing my cock. “Do you want a hand with this? I’ve got a taste for your cum now”. I smiled as his lips surrounded my cock as he started to give his first blow job…

I’m a sports massage therapist by training and decided to go into erotic massage in my early 30s. I have a lean and muscular athletic build, and am 6’2” (7.5” cut).

As it turns out, I happen to have an insatiable precum fetish, so for the last 3 months I’ve been taking supplements to boost my precum production. I was always a huge precummer; it was sort of a party trick of mine back in college - and it’s always been a huge turn on for me. I like to squeeze my asshole and PC muscles to push streams of precum out and create a puddle that I can rub on my lips, nipples, and - with some clients - use it instead of massage oil.

The supplements have been amazing. It took about 2 weeks but with a lot of hydration, now I can create massive puddles.

I’ve also gotten turned onto prostate play and bought a prostate massager about 2 months ago. It took a few weeks to figure out what I was doing but it’s been an absolute game-changer. The Super O’s are like nothing I’ve ever experienced and absolutely rock my world. Using a massager while on load supplements takes everything to a whole new, super liquid level, with precum leaking almost continuously during a session.

One of my clients is a 20 year old swimmer at a nearby university. He’s a fucking unit: 6’5”, 220lbs, muscle head to toe. He has size 14 feet and a massive cock that must be 5” soft and 10.5” hard.

He’s been super curious about the cum supplements, so about 12 weeks ago I gave him my stack (DM me if you want it). He’s been texting me with reports that he’s seen a massive increase in his precum and load size. He even said he leaked so much precum in his speedo that you could see the wet spot from across the pool.

This morning he came into my studio wearing loose gray sweatpants that showed off his heavy cock. I told him to get undressed so we could grab a quick sauna together to loosen everything up before we started the massage.

We stripped and stepped into the sauna. It was about 175 degrees and we sat across from other / about 5 feet apart. I asked him how long it has been since he last shot his load. He said 7 days - and he was about to burst.

About 5 min in, I looked over and saw that he had his eyes closed and a huge drop of precum was on the tip of his chubbed cock. I said that was a good sign, and he responded that saunas always get his juices flowing. I asked if he’d taken the 20mg of tadalafil (Cialis) a half hour ago like I asked. He nodded.

He leaned forward and said, “what’s that?” looking at the black tab sticking out of my ass. “That’s an Aneros massager - a Helix Syn V to be exact. I’ve been trying it out and fucking love it. Makes me cum like a motherfucker.”

I reached down and turned it on. “See?” Within a few seconds, a large strand of viscous precum dripped from my primed cock down to the sauna floor - then another - then another” - like I’d opened a spigot.

“Holy fuck - that’s hot. I need to try one of those.”

I said, “you can right now. Let’s go shower and head the table”

He laid down on the table with his face down. I worked his huge muscles super deep for about 30 min and noticed his cock was hard and pointed backwards toward his feet. There was a small puddle of precum near the tip. I went down to his giant feet and started to work them hard and deep. Then up to his bulging calves - his hamstrings - and then started to work my way into his tight swimmer bubble butt ass.

I pulled his ass cheeks apart and exposed his quivering hole. I reached down, grabbed a good amount of precum from my dick, and used my fingers to rub it all over his asshole - circling around and around for 5 minutes as he moaned. God he was so hot. My cock was drooling like crazy.

I asked him to turn over and when he did, his precum soaked cock flopped against his bellybutton, leaving thick web of strings from the table to his torso.

His cock was completely hard, super thick and veiny, pulsing with every heartbeat. With his legs pulled up to his chest, I used my thumbs to work his taint - kneading it upward toward the base of his huge, full ballsack. With each deep knead, a large amount of precum would flood out onto his washboard stomach.

I asked him if he was ready to try the Aneros. I pulled it out of my ass (it felt unbelievably good even on the way out) and gave it a good wash. Then I coated the Aneros in layers of his precum and scooped up a handful from his abs to lube up his asshole.

“Ok, you’re ready. I’m going to stick it in and you’re just going to relax for a bit. Here goes:

“Oh wow, that feels incredible. It’s like it knew exactly where to go,” he said.

“Now start pulsing your asshole like you’re trying to clamp down on it. Then try using your PC muscles as if you’re trying to stop peeing. Do this about a dozen times on each set of muscles to get the hang of it.”

“Man, I can feel it going back and forth across my prostate. It feels so good.”

“Yeah, I can see that flexing and responsiveness in your lower abs and pelvic floor. I knew you’d be a natural. Your cock loves it too - look how fucking huge it is! I love how thick it is and the way it throbs while you contract inside. I’ve never seen veins so big. Try not to touch your cock until I say so.”

Then I turned on the Aneros to its lowest setting - sending a deep hum inside his ass. He immediately lifted his hips off the table, clenching his ass. “Fuuuuuck. That is absolutely wild.” His cock belched two heavy pulses of clear precum onto his belly.

“Mind if I get in on this?” I started to suck up his precum - as much as I could. It had a sweet, almost pineapple taste - with a slight salty flavor. “Pineapple?” I asked.

“Nah, I added bromelain to my stack a few weeks ago. Heard it helps with taste.”

“Well it’s fucking delicious!”

“There’s more where that came from!”

“Ok - here’s what I want you to do. Let it pulse back and forth almost like it’s in a tug of war between your asshole and your PC muscles. Not too hard. You’re fucking ripped and you’re 20, so you should feel an intense back and forth feeling like the device is fucking you. The goal is to get to an undulating rhythm. I want you to close your eyes. In a minute, I’m going to lick your frenulum lightly. But don’t cum! If you feel like you’re getting close, let me know and I’ll back off.”

“Do you feel the muscles flexing inside your ass and pulling back and forth?”

“Oh my god yes! It’s like I can make super subtle contractions and another tug of war happens.”

“Ok now I want you to pull the device in hard and try holding it there for 30 seconds while I lick the tip of your cock. I read online that this will wire your dick to your prostate.”

I tounged his throbbing cockhead, focusing on the underside of his tip and sticking the tip of my tongue into his gaping, leaking slit which m drive him wild.

“Motherfucker that feels so good. I’ve never seen my cock so hard before and the feeling inside of me keeps washing over me in waves.”

“That’s your first p-orgasm coming on. Next time you feel that, straighten your legs and drive the device up and super deep.”

About 2 min later he did just that. He threw his head back, bucked up off the table, and his cock started shooting long ropes. The first three were clearly precum - but then he shot 8 more massive, thick, white cum ropes. Three cleared his head, two hit him in his face, and three more landed on his heaving chest.

Still hard, I grabbed his cock and started jerking. After 2 minutes of writhing, he came again - rope after rope on his chest and stomach. I’ve honestly never seen so much precum and cum before. It ran down the sides of his body onto the table. It was glorious.

I turned off the device and slowly pulled it out while he was still shuddering. His meaty swimmer thighs were trembling as his anal orgasm rolled over him.

I inserted my middle finger, then another, and found his engorged prostate. He bucked and pushed his ass back onto my fingers.

“Ok - last one and then we’ll wrap for today, stud.”

I went to work on his prostate as he moaned and rocked his body. I assumed he would be spent, but between the supplements, his abstinence, and the Aneros, he was still managing to leak intensely. He gripped the table, flexed up with every muscle in his giant jock body like he was trying to do a crunch, and shot six more blasts onto his chest.

“Goddamn - that was positively the best sexual experience I’ve ever had. I still have waves washing over me. I also got a workout. My pits stink!”

“You’re dripping with pheromones right now. Let me smell.” His scent was intoxicatingly sexy and made me so horny.

“I’m going to finish on you if that’s ok.”

I asked him to pull his legs up to his chest so I could see his pulsating hole. I shot 8 ropes all over his balls and asshole and then licked it all off - giving him a bonus rim job while I was at it. I’m all about putting my clients first.

“I can’t wait to save up my load and do this again, man. That was over the top.”

“You know where to find me.”

(Names have been changed to protect those involved - I still know them IRL and none of the people involved know this happened, or have very little knowledge of it from my perspective.)

About a year or three ago, just after the COVID rules had been lifted here in the UK. A few friends, Rowan, Callum and Harry and myself decided to meet up and head into the city to find a place to get wasted and just have a good night, a sort of release of the pent-up trauma of isolation and boredom from being stuck in our houses nearly non-stop for a whole year and a half.

We met up in the local town and then got on the train to the city center because we had done the "designated driver" thing before and it sucked for whoever had to drive us back. We'd bought the tickets in advance and so long as we made it back some time the next day, we'd be cool. We could all drink and have a good time and then come home, obviously hungover and drained. (But that's the sign of a good night anyway.)

On the train journey we were our usual selves, laughing, talking with occasional moments of quiet whilst we all looked at our phones and just waited to get there. Once we got off in the city center we had plans to have dinner somewhere, then go and get totaled at a nightclub we'd been to before. Dinner was great, I think i had a burger of some description, massive and succulent, it was yummy as fuck.

We had a few drinks with our dinner, and stuck around a bit afterwards in the restaurants bar to keep the buzz going in time for the nightclub opening. We paid the somewhat hefty bill (not that we cared, we were free from lockdown and wanting to let loose) and then headed for the venue in question.

It was heaving, there people lined up all over the street to get in. And it took a while. But as soon as we did get to the door, showed our IDs and our general lack of inebriation, we were permitted entry and if I'm being totally honest, the next 3-4 hours, leading up to around from around 10pm to 2am (when we had left and were evidently stumbling pissed drunk around the place) are a blur and I only have vague flashes of it. Harry fell over at one point and we all pissed ourselves laughing.

Callum worked part-time in the city center and had a place we could go back to as part of his job contract. I don't think he was supposed to have three friends staying with him, but as stated above we were all fucking wasted by the time we left and didn't give a toss. A walk that would have taken us 20 minutes sober, eneded up taking an hour or so, because it must have been about 3:45am by the time we got back to the flat in question. There was also the trouble with navigating the stairs up to the third floor, which took time in their own.

I remember being really tipsy and lightheaded by this time. I couldn't pull back drinks like the others could, but my drunkness sort of accumulated slowly over time with the drinks I went for. I'm a really vanilla man, I go for whisky or gin, and I get slowly hammered on those.

Anyway to make a long and drawn out story short, we got to his flat. Found our spots to drop unconscious in. I actually took the empty bath, and I only remember that because, I woke up at one point to the blurry sight of Callum throwing up into the sink and trying to wash it down with the taps. He succeeded, but it took him a while.

The next morning, or near enough afternoon I awoke and headed through to the sitting room of the flat. Callum was laying on the couch, snoring away, his shirt half pulled out from his trousers, exposing a little bit of his mid-riff. He wasn't a particularly hairy guy, he had light brown hair and was skinny all over. Not to the pont of scrawny, but you could see his his ribs when he took off his shirt. He's always been thin.

I sat down on the part of the couch not covered by his legs and let my head roll back. I'm not entirely sure how long passed after that, it must have been a while because it was quiet for a while too. Just Callum's snoring and shifting being the only sounds I could hear. Oh that and the tinnitus from the loud music before...the customary migraine that came with hangover as well.

Anyway, this quiet was disturbed by a sound coming from the hallway leading off from the sitting room. I looked up to see Rowan coming out of the bedroom, he didn't notice me at all, as he crossed the sitting room to the bathroom on the opposite side. At some point the night before he had decided to strip out of his clothes before sleeping and so he was just wearing his boxers.

If you've read my previous thread, you'll know that Rowan is a semi-lean, very hairy guy. He has some muscle definition and a fuck ton of hair covering his torso, his arms and legs, and of course his armpits too. I'd seen a lot of him like this, as out of the four of us, me and him spent the most time together, living literally minutes away from each other.

I'd seen him in his underwear more times than I could count, but this time was different. Because he had morning wood, like serious, you are as hard as a titanium rod, morning wood. And the way his dick was positioned in his shorts, it tented outwards, I think the boxers were dark purple, or maroon, I can't really recall the exact details, but he was definitely rock hard under them and i had never seen him like that before. I knew he had a bulge, and he wasn't exactly small soft, but hard he was big. Bigger than me for sure.

He entered the bathroom and spent a good few minutes in there, not because he was dealing with said morning wood, but because I suspected he was waiting for it to soften enough that he could relieve himself in the toilet. When he emerged a good 5-6 minutes later his bulge was still there, maybe he was only a little hard, but it was nothing like it was when he went in. It's only then that he spoke with me.

"Mornin'...your head feel like it's in a vice too?"

"Yeah." I replied. "...you sleep comfortably?"

"Harry and I ended up on the bed." he replied, only to do a double take a second later. "...not like that."

I chuckled. "I know."

Not gonna lie, the image of him tenting in his boxers as he sleepily walked past was has stuck with me ever since. If I was to make an estimate, I'd say he was a good 7.5 inches hard, i'm about 6 when I'm erect so he definitely beats me. And yes, I have jerked off to that thought a couple of times, this man has literally made me cum in my pants before (see previous thread for details).

But yeah...that's another story, involving my best friend. Hope it's good enough to be posted here. :3