Hey guys!!! This is my very first time making a post of any kind, so please bare with me. For some background, I am a 31 year old closeted bisexual man. I have never had any sexual experience with a guy, and only been sexually active with one person (my ex wife). What I am about to share is my ideal first gay encounter that I have fantasized about since I was about 16. I have shared it with a few people and gotten very positive feedback. I hope you guys enjoy!!!

First, I'd handcuff you to the bed, wearing nothing but your underwear. Then, I'd remove that underwear with my teeth. Once those are out of the way, I'd let my mouth start exploring your thighs, I'd get close to your dick, never actually touching it, teasing it with my breath. I won't touch it until you beg me.

Next, I start slowly stroking you as my mouth kisses its way up to your stomach, inserting my tongue into your belly button. I keep kissing my way up to your left nipple, which I start biting. As your breath quickens, my hand slows down. You start leaking precum, which I wipe up onto my fingers. I rub it on your lips before kissing you. I start kissing my way down your body, and kiss the head of your dick, then start licking it up and down, slowly.

I finally give in and start really sucking you, my hands running up and down your body. I feel you tense as you're about to explode!! Then I stop... You writhe with frustration, desperate for me to let you finish, but I don't. Instead, I start kissing your neck, and biting your shoulder. I bury my face in your armpit, soaking in your smell. My tongue starts moving to your bicep and I start nibbling on your muscles. My mouth move all the way up to your fingers. I start sucking on them as I would your dick.

While I'm sucking your tied up hands, my hands run down your body. I start to play with both your nipples, stroking them, pinching them, pulling them. I move back to your pulsing dick, streaming with precum. I get close enough for you to feel my breath. The tip of my tongue gently slides up and down. You beg me to let you cum, beg for release. So I decide it's time. I stroke you, faster, faster! You moan and your whole body tenses as you shoot all over your chest, face, abs, and the back wall. While you breathe with relief, I start licking the cum off your body, starting at your face and moving down your body. My mouth comes to your exhausted dick. Now it's time for me to have some fun...

So, you've just released that huge load. You're heaving breaths of relief. I grab the underwear I pulled off you and put them over your eyes. Then I pull headphones over your ears. Now that you can't see or hear anything, I start touching various parts of your body. But I focus on your now very sensitive dick. I lick the tip, and spread it open with my tongue. You squirm away, but I hold you down by the hips. You start begging for mercy, and I give it... for now. I untie your feet and retie them next to your hands. With your hole exposed, I begin to circle my finger around it, never entering in. Then I go back to your dick, which has gotten way too soft for my pleasure. I begin licking the sides to get you hard again while my finger keeps circling your hole.

Once I've gotten your dick hard again, I can go back to tormenting you and priming you for a second explosion. You breathe nervously, still blind and deaf, as my tongue slides from your tip, down to your balls. My finger starting to play with the center of your hole, softly pushing on it, feeling your hole tighten in resistance. While I continue doing this, I aggressively start sucking you again. You start squirming and laughing, making me want you more aggressively!! I'll keep going until your dry, but not yet... I take my pinky and without warning, slide it into your hole before you can resist. You gasp and try to push me out, but I hold it inside, feeling your wet, delicious warmth. While it sits there, my other hand starts massaging your body. As I feel you relax, I begin to twist my finger, slide it in an out, slowly stretching your hole. You begin to moan and I notice a beautiful string of precum dripping from your dick all the way to your stomach. I scoop it up with my index finger and rub it between my fingers, noticing how slippery it is. Using it as lube, I stick my index finger in your tight, pulsing hole. Again, you squirm with surprise and I begin stretching you again. As my finger slides in and out of you again, you start to relax and enjoy it. We do this for a while, working you faster and harder with my finger, then I start to suck you again. It's time for you to cum one more time before I let you go, and I won't be satisfied until you squirt down my throat! I go faster, more aggressively with my mouth, and my finger. Your breathing increases, your toes curl, your hands clench. I feel you squeeze my finger harder than ever before, then it happens. Warmth, salty sweet warmth floods my throat. I hold you there until you finish then pull my lips back to the tip, pulling the last of the cum you have left in your shaft into my mouth. Without swallowing, I come close to you and begin kissing you, slowly sliding my finger out of you. It's time to bathe you so we can sleep.

Love to hear stories of straight guys wanting to try something with another guy. A few years ago I was visiting a relative out of town and the house was full so I ended up sleeping on an inflatable mattress in the living room. Everyone else was in a bedroom. I woke up about 3am and decided to check hookup app on my phone because I thought I could easily slip outside if there was an opportunity . Needless to say it was pretty quiet. In fact I was about to shut it off and go back to sleep when I got a message from a blank profile. This guy 21 years old guy tell's me he is visiting his fiancé’s mother with his fiancé prior to his wedding, and wants to sneak out and get his first bj from a guy. I tell him that I would love to help him out but I am visiting as well and can’t host. He tells about a dark parking lot not far away and asks if I can meet him there. The thought of giving him his first bj from a guy was kind of a turn on so I agreed. I drove to the parking lot and parked and pretty quickly another car pulled in and parked next to me. This attractive young man jumps into the passenger seat of my car and we chatted briefly waiting for the car lights to go out. It was evident he didn’t want to meet me for conversation and so I reached out and started unzipping his pants. He eagerly pulled his pants down and revealed a soft uncut cock. I thought he must be nervous and leaned in to taste under his for skin. I started swirling my tongue around his cock head and felt his cock growing in my mouth. He was like 8 inches hard. He reclined his seat and I decided to explore the musk/taste of his hairy balls. I heard him wimper and decided it was time to try to squeeze this big boy into my throat. I pushed him all the way into my throat and buried my nose in his pubes. He moaned softly and stiffened up. I repeated the effort of swallowing his entire manhood about 3 times before his moan turned into a groan and I could feel him spasm as my mouth filled with warm jizz. As I was sitting back upright he already had his door open and got out of the car. He literally was driving away before I could swallow his load. I often wonder what the encounter did for him- did he get married? Did it confirm he is straight or make him consider trying it again?

Out in the open, bathed in the warm afternoon sun, he sat there, nothing but golden fields stretching around him. His hand moved slowly, almost lazily, as if savoring every touch, every sensation. Muscles tense, his breathing quickened, lips parted just slightly, his eyes half-lidded as he lost himself to the moment. Out here, surrounded by nothing but open sky and empty land, he let go completely, caught in the thrill of knowing he was exposed to anyone who might wander by…

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I don't remember the first time I entered a darkroom, but the thrills I get from going into one and having a sexual encounter there still exists.

If I know I am going to be spending some time in a darkroom I get all excited and hyper before hand. Say I am staying in a hotel sometimes the sensation can feel like a first date all over again. My senses become heightened, my heart races and my mind enters this fantasy world of wonder - wondering what types of males I am going to see, or interact with in the darkroom.

Been to a few darkroom spaces in cities around the world, lots in London, Amsterdam and Sitges, but also ones in Barcelona, New York. I use to visit The Netherlands quite a bit when I was younger - it is only a 40minute flight time from London and you can get right into the heart of Amsterdam by train from the airport. Some places I stayed in whilst in Amsterdam would give you free entry to some places, which was always an added bonus. Lots of places in Amsterdam had darkrooms: bars, clubs, sex shops, cinemas.

One time I left my hotel room and knew I was wanting to explore a darkroom but wasn't sure which one. I was wearing some jogging pants so was not going to any fancy place or anything on this particular occasion. Then I remembered this sex shop which had three or four levels of darkroom spaces on the upper floors, so I headed to that one. It was evening so outside it was dark but with the street lights on and I think it was also Christmas time. I entered the sex shop and it was use standard sex shop selling sex toys, clothes, lubricants, DVDs/CDs/Videos, magazines and such like. I went up to the guy at the counter and said one for the cinema please. I paid and we both looked at each other and I smiled back at him. I then went to a doorway, a metal curved door that turned and then you entered inside this cylindrical space and then turned the curved metal door again and at the other side was the entrance to this darkroom. My heart is now pounding, I am really feeling excited (and horny!) As the metal curved door moves I step out and into this dark space - it seems completely pitch black, my eyes have to adjust to this limited brightness and slowly my other senses started working harder and harder and I start to pick up on sounds and smells and my hands start to reach out in the darkness and feel for things. I am hearing moaning sounds and some slight whispers of people talking quietly, I can smell 'men' sweat, or mantaint! Now my eyes are starting to pick out things I can see the odd red light here and there and some fire exit signs and down a corridor and into another space some tv monitors showing porn movies. Then I notice some movement, there are men in this immediate area, a man is kneeling and sucking another guy off who is sat on some padded seat, two guys are stood up kissing and touching. My hand as it ventured out into the dark space had found a man's cock - or rather he had seen my hand and presented his cock to it! I started to feel and rub this guys cock but I wanted to explore and have a good look around the entire space first.

I moved towards this corridor and as I passed I could see a row of cubicles. Some doors to the cubicles were closed and some were open, one was open and I could see there were tv screens in each cubicle, a bench, gloryholes between each cubicle and in one open one was a guy with his feet up against the frame of the open door naked, jerking his cock and with his arse hole in the air which looked wet and had cum dripping out of it. As I continued the corridor ended and then a larger space where it was a little theatre area for with maybe 50 seats and a large screen showing some bisexual porn movie. There were a few guys wanking off while watching the movie. I sat down at the end of a row and just watched the movie and other guys for a while. A guy in the row in front of me puts his arm out behind him and rested it on my leg. I didn't move so he moved his hand further along my leg and towards my crotch, I stayed still except I widened my legs a little. Another guy came from another seat and passed by me on the row I was in and sat a couple of seats away from me. He moved his hand and placed it directly on my crotch and started to squeeze. Meanwhile the guy in front was now also touching my crotch - now I had two guys hands touching my cock and balls. I untied my joggers and then eased them down slightly, just to the top of my thighs but enough so the two guys could grope away at my cock and balls. Next a third guy who was stood behind me moved slightly to my right and still standing behind me took out his semi cock and waved it towards my face. I turned towards the guy stood behind me and opened my mouth and started to suck on his semi hard cock. The guys I as sucking didn't take long before he shot his load inside my mouth and over my face. He then bent down and we kissed and he licked some of his cum off my face. I could feel he had a beard and mustache and was a solid, heavy set guy. The two guys working my cock were doing a great job and my cock was growing but still a semi.

I still wanted to do more exploring so I go up off my seat and walked down the centre aisle of the cinema and towards the screen - I kept my joggers lowered exposing my cock/balls and arse). I walked towards the screen and became silhouetted as I walked, I could see a doorway to the side of the screen which lead to another corridor. Along here were some toilets, wash basins, showers and then an open sapce with leather seating and slings and chains. There were guys in this space too, a couple were literally having a pee, one was sucking another guy while in a sling and there were a couple having sex on the leather seats.

I went up to this staircase to the next floor and this floor was much darker, and had a wooden and metal panelled maze area in the centre. As you entered this maze there were guys standing wanking off, others sucking one another off and then a group of guys having sex. I just stood and watched for a while wanking my own cock. Then I got a little bold and knelt down behind a guy who was fucking another guy in this group of guys. As I knelt down I looked at his bum moving backwards and forwards as he fucked this guy. I saw his cock going in and out of the guys anus and I watched as his balls slapped the guys arse. I moved my head closer and started to lick and suck on the guy's balls and then moved my head slightly to the side and licked the guys cock shaft as he pushed in and out. It was totally exhilarating. The guy being fucked was also sucking on a very large cock which interested me, so I moved forward along side the guy being fucked and towards this huge cock - it was a beauty. I joined the guy getting fucked with licking and sucking on this big cock. The guy being sucked must have sensed there was another person sucking his cock as he moved it slightly in my direction. Wow, it was meaty and big, maybe 11 or 12'' and about 6'' diameter. I feed on him for a while, being mindful not to be too greedy now! There was more to this place that I wanted to see, so I made my way out of the maze and passed another row of cubicles which were actively beign used by several guys. I then went up another flight of stairs to the top floor, a smaller space but equally dark and this space had several central cubicles in the centre of the space all connected to one another with gloryholes. Around the outside edges of the space were cushioned leather seating areas. I opened one of the doors to a central cubicle and there was a guy bending down showing his gorgeous hairy firm arse while he was bent down blowing off a cock poking through one of the gloryholes. My cock was now rock hard and I thought it needs a hole to fill. I walked into the cubicle and up to the guys arse moved down and started to lick and kiss his hole - it also had cum inside it. I then stood back up again and started to fuck him. I could see him continue to suck on a cock through one of the gloryholes. As these central cubicles were connected it meant there were several gloryholes so another couple of cocks I could see had been pushed through their holes waiting to be sucked. Had an amazing time.

Liam wasn’t usually one to steal away for quiet afternoons in the park, but today felt different. The pressures of his final semester weighed on him—the relentless demands of classes, part-time work, and his strained efforts to keep his GPA afloat. Tall and lean, with brown hair, Liam was known as a thoughtful, slightly distracted guy, his mind often wandering even when he was present. Today, though, he’d decided to let everything go and escape to the park, seeking a rare moment of peace.

Friends knew him as reserved, with a gentle wit and a fierce loyalty to those closest to him. But there was another side, a quiet longing that he rarely voiced—a longing centered on Emma, his crush from his literature class. Emma was radiant, confident, with an elegance that made her stand out. She had a warmth and grace that captivated him, though he’d never dared to confess his feelings. To him, she was a quiet, persistent daydream he cherished from afar.


Today, lying on the blanket he’d brought, Liam let himself relax completely. The secluded part of the park he’d chosen was perfect, hidden from view by trees and a scattering of fallen leaves. His jacket, shirt, and shoes lay beside him, his bare chest exposed to the gentle warmth of the autumn sun. He closed his eyes, feeling the coolness of the air, the earthy scent of fallen leaves, and let his mind drift, sinking into the lulling embrace of the afternoon. His eyelids grew heavy, and soon, he slipped into a deep, dream-filled sleep.

In his mind, a golden field stretched out around him, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The air was warm, filled with the gentle scent of autumn, and then, through the haze, he saw her—Emma. She moved with that same effortless grace, her dark hair flowing, her eyes sparkling as she approached him. His heart raced at the sight, and he felt drawn to her, every step making his pulse quicken.

“Liam…” Her voice was a soft, inviting whisper, calling him closer, igniting something deep within him. She wore a flowing dress, the soft fabric clinging to her form, and she moved with an elegance that left him breathless. She reached out, her fingers grazing his cheek, sending a thrill through him that made him shiver.


In the park, his sleeping form stirred, a faint smile appearing on his lips. He whispered her name, his hand drifting to his chest as if mirroring the sensation of her touch. “Emma…” he murmured, his voice soft and unguarded, as his fingers brushed down his bare skin, his hand gliding over his chest and down his stomach.


The dream grew more vivid, and with each gentle touch, his body responded. A familiar warmth pooled low in his abdomen, his skin tingling, and his breaths deepened. Unbeknownst to him, his penis, soft and relaxed moments earlier, began to stir, shifting and thickening in response to the sensations of his dream. As his mind drifted deeper, his body followed, his erection pressing against the fabric of his jeans, creating a subtle tension.

In his dream, Emma’s hands traveled lower, caressing his sides with slow, tantalizing movements. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “I’ve wanted you, Liam,” she whispered, her voice filled with promise. He felt his breath catch, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer, his fingers pressing into the softness of her hips as his body reacted instinctively to her warmth.


As he looked into her eyes, a mischievous smile spread across her face. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her dress, her gaze never leaving his as she slipped the fabric over her head, letting it fall softly to the ground. Liam’s breath hitched at the sight of her standing before him, her bare skin radiant in the warm light. He felt a surge of desire, his hands instinctively moving to her waist, pulling her against him. His fingers slid up her body, trembling as he traced the gentle curve of her waist, then higher, until his hands cupped her breasts, feeling their softness, their warmth.


“Oh… Emma…” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder and craving as his thumbs brushed over her, feeling the fullness against his palms. His dream-self let out a shuddering breath, his gaze drifting downward, taking in every line of her body, feeling the longing that had built up within him over all those months.


In the real world, Liam’s physical arousal intensified. His erection grew, lengthening and pressing more insistently against his jeans, which now felt uncomfortably tight. His hips shifted subtly, his body moving as though to relieve the pressure, his breaths coming in shallow, quickening gasps. His hand slid unconsciously to his waistband, loosening the button and sliding the zipper down, releasing his growing hardness from its constraint. His jeans slipped lower, allowing his erection to push forward beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, now straining and thick against him.


Back in the dream, Liam’s gaze lowered, drinking in every detail as his hand slipped down to her waist, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her hips. He could feel the heat radiating from her, drawing him in, and as his desire grew, he lifted her gently, his hands guiding her down as he positioned himself between her legs.


“Emma… I’ve wanted this for so long…” he whispered, his voice trembling as he positioned himself, his erection pressing against her, feeling the warmth of her body enveloping him. His heart pounded, and he let out a low, needy moan as he slowly slid inside her, savoring every inch, feeling the intense connection between them.


In reality, his boxers slipped further down his thighs with each shift, exposing him fully to the autumn air. His erection, hard and throbbing, moved instinctively in response to his dream. His hips began a steady, gentle thrust against the blanket, each motion an unconscious response to the intensity building within him. His face flushed, a faint sheen of sweat gathering on his skin as he moved, completely unaware of his surroundings.


“Ahh… Emma…” he moaned, his voice filled with a raw need, his hips bucking forward with mounting urgency. Each motion of his body was instinctual, his movements echoing the intensity of his dream as he responded to the sensations flooding through him. His erection brushed against the blanket, the friction adding an intoxicating edge to his rhythm, his breaths coming faster, shallow gasps that grew louder.


In the dream, he moved with her, his hands holding her close as he found a steady rhythm, each thrust drawing them closer together. He lost himself in her warmth, in the connection he’d yearned for, his mind and body completely absorbed in the sensation.


“Ohh… yes… Emma… don’t stop…” he murmured, his voice breathy and filled with longing as he moved in sync with her, his dream world merging seamlessly with reality. His hips rocked, his erection pressing harder against the blanket, his movements growing stronger, driven by the fire building within him.


In the park, Liam’s real body moved with a fervent rhythm, his thrusts deep and insistent as he edged closer and closer to release. His moans became louder, his voice filled with raw, desperate need, each sound a testament to the passion consuming him. His body arched, his hands gripping the blanket beneath him as his thrusts quickened, his face contorting with pleasure.


“Ahh… Emma… oh…” he groaned, his voice trembling as he reached the peak of his dream. With a final, shuddering thrust, he surrendered, his body tensing as the release overtook him. His hips jerked forward one last time, and a warm, thick spurt of white semen spilled onto the blanket, staining the soft fabric as he let out a low, satisfied sigh. His body relaxed, sinking back into the blanket, his breaths slowing as he drifted into a peaceful sleep, a faint smile still lingering on his face.

The park remained silent, the autumn leaves drifting down around him, a soft, golden cascade in the fading light. The final remnants of his dream faded away like a whisper, leaving him relaxed and content beneath the quiet sky.



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authors note- this idea came to me travelling on a night bus for 9 hours, the premise intrigued me so i wrote this opening part on my phone so please excuse any grammar or typo mistakes, i am unsure whether this idea is as hot as i imagine it to be so any feedback is appreciated, all the best! Matt x


Everyone on their 21st birthday wakes and finds they have a super power

some get useful powers like strength or flight, invisibility or telepathy

some wake with not so useful powers like the ability to make the perfect cup of tea or the ability to always accuratley guess the amount of items in a jar, like the ones you see at village fetes or at county fairs, sure you win a cuddly toy but hardly a life changing skill

when Neil woke on his 21st birthday he was excited

he looked at himself in the mirror

no physical changes,his body remained scrawny and pale

he climbed onto his desk and jumped off, not flight

he tried lifting his desk, nope

this was odd, most peoples powers manifested realitviely quickly, he didnt want to have to go to the centre and run through the myriad of tests they conduct to work out trickier powers to ascertain

his friends had warned the testing could get pretty invasive

he threw on a t shirtand pyjama bottoms and walked down stairs

“happy birthday hun!” his mum beamed handing him his card and present

his step dad grunted from behind the paper, this probably meant happy birthday, he wasnt much of a talker

neil did a double take,above his step dad was 2 numbers, 7 and 7

he looked above his mums head, no numbers

all day above every mans head was 2 numbers that only neil could see, and only men over the age of 18

this was the weirdest power he had ever heard of, random floating numbers

that night he booted up his laptop and put on some porn

it was a solo scene of a performer

above his head was the number 9 and the number 6

interviewer- so on your application you claimed to be 9 inches long by 6 inches around

performer- yep, thats what my missus measured me at

(interviewer hands him a tape measure off camera)

Performer (chuckling)-dont believe me?

Interviewer- why should I we only just met! (also chuckling)

the performer proceeded to pull down his underwear and slowly jerk off his cock growing longer and thicker as he got hard

once fully erect, the foreskin pulled right back the head bulging and shiny he measured

performer- 9 inches long......6 inches around

neil stopped in his tracks the realisation finally dawning

neils power was he could see a mans endowment stats above his head

he blushed recalling some of the men he had encountered

his math professor with 4 and 3 above his head

the shop worker with 8 and6 above his head

his step dads 7 7,explains why mum kept him around

this power was deffinitley not one of the flashier ones out there


he finished his wank,looked up a few other of his favourite porn stars

he knew that one guy was lying about his size, now he had proof

he registered his power with the registry and went to bed, this could make his life extremely awkward, he didnt need or want to know everyones size

the next day he went to his place of work, Mr Jones Coffee shop

he shot past his boss Mr Jones avoiding eye contact and went to hang up his coat and put on his apron

that entire day was a disaster of neil walking into things, spilling drinks because he darent look up at any male customer, many of whom were regulars in the shop, he didnt need to know that lovely Mr Kinkaid had a monstercock, or a micro

“neil.... come into my office please!” mr jones said in his “drop everything and come here now!” tone

mr jones had always been very good to neil, he was the first person he had come out to at 18, at which point he revealed he was bi himself

they had spent many nights cleaning up the shop talking about being queer, and neils worries about the powers he would get

he had also always adapted the schedule to fit around neils studies

mr jones was on the shorter side, barrel chested, with a bit of a gut, in his 50s, never married, clean shaven, always wore a button up shirt and slacks

he told neil that when he turned 21 he discovered his power was making the best coffee around hence he opened up the coffee shop

“what on earth is going on? This is not like you you are usually one of my best workers!” he said concerned sitting across from neil behind his desk

“im so sorry mr jones.... take any remade drinks out of my wages!”

“dont be silly! I'm more worried about you... it must be bad you wont even look at me!” he scoffed

“i cant.... please dont make me!”

“is it your power? If you got laser eyes they should send you the special glasses by now....”

“not laser eyes... I wish it was laser eyes......”

“then what is it.....”

he came around from behind the desk kneeling in front of Neil

“neil, I promise whatever the power is its ok, we can find a way to make it useful”

neils cheeks flushed

“but to do that I need to see your face”

without warning Mr jones raised neils face

for a moment neil forgot why he wasnt looking Mr jones in the face, then he saw the numbers floating above his wonderful bosses head and his jaw dropped

Nick’s Lake House Retreat

Chapter One

“Ah, you made it,” said Nick, sticking out a warm hand to greet me. “Excellent.“ He was on the deck of his lake house, waiting for guests to arrive. The house was stunning -- a rustic wonder carved deep into a private hillside that touched the lake’s edge. It was remote, too, a good two-hour drive from downtown.

“I got a call from Johnson and Wells. They’re bailing on us. Bunch of wimps,” he said with a wink. “And I never heard back from Kev and Smithson, so I‘m guessing they‘re flaking, too. It‘s just the two of us, bro.”

He was referring to the other men who were invited to spend a relaxing “guy’s weekend” at Nick’s lake house. They were regulars on this semi-annual retreat, longtime friends of Nick who take the opportunity to spend a weekend away from their wives and girlfriends, relaxing in the privacy of Nick’s secluded playground, where men could be men.

I was the new guy. Nick and I work in neighboring states for the same company. I befriended him at a company seminar recently, where we shared a study manual, a couple of bland lunches, and a few laughs about our bosses. As the conference closed, he told me about his lake house and invited me to the guy’s retreat.

I jumped at the chance.

Things with my wife, Janie, had been strained lately, and a little time away from her seemed like a good idea. The thought of enhancing this “me time” with some booze, smoke, and generally bad behavior made the invitation irresistible.

“Fuck ‘em,” he joked. “Grab your stuff and let’s hit the water.”

I set my overnight bag inside, and picked up a towel and small cooler I’d loaded up for the day. Sun-block, alcohol, and a couple joints of killer weed. All the essentials.

“Is it cool to bring red wine,” I asked.

“Only if you have enough for me too,” he replied.

Within minutes we were in Nick‘s sporty boat, pulling away from the private dock. It was a couple of hours before noon, but the sun was already hotter than hell.

As Nick focused his gaze on the waves ahead, I found myself taking inventory of his stunning, near-naked body. I’d only seen him in standard office wear before. But observing him here, in the wild, I was blown away by his physique. What a specimen! He put the treat in retreat.

At 36, Nick was a ruggedly handsome and youthful man. Sea-blue eyes. He had to be 6-2 or 6-3, about 175 pounds and a 32-inch waistline. He was gifted with a masculine face, a devilish smile, and a head full of close-cropped chestnut hair that was stylishly swept in a hundred directions. Legs that were toned and hairy.

A mutt with a mostly Italian bloodline, Nick was fit and tanned. A loose white cotton shirt fell freely from his square shoulders and an old pair of cargo shorts circled his flat, toned abdomen and waist. His legs were muscular and sinewy. Nipples hard and dark pink. Light patches of man fur covered his chest and powerful forearms. The hair on his treasure trail was slightly darker than the rest, and it plunged from his navel to his shorts, getting richer as it inched closer to what appeared to be a very thick root.

It was a heady moment. My eyes drank in the site, while my lips drank in some wine.

Nick looked back at me over his left shoulder and smiled. “Hold on to your balls. It’s about to get a little wild.”

He throttled the engine and the boat surged forward, ripping into the waves with a vengeance. We roared along into the hot morning, the bow pointing upward, a giant wake behind us.

Despite the gorgeous weather, there wasn’t much traffic on the lake. The farther we went, the fewer fishing boats and jet-skiers we passed. Soon we were on a desolate stretch of water on the fringes of the lake. Nick spotted a cluster of trees on the shore, and whipped the boat hard into an opening that was nearly impossible to see -- even if you were looking. The tricky maneuver put us in the mouth of a hidden cove.

He killed the engine and dropped an anchor into the clear, still water.

“Let’s catch a buzz,” he said with a wicked grin. He sat in the captain’s chair and turned to face me. His knees were spread apart, the legs of his cargo shorts tempting my wandering stare.

As the scent of killer green floated over the sun-dappled waves, I caught Nick checking me out, too. We smiled, then quickly looked away.

At 42 I was a little older than my host, but could hold my own in a side-by-side comparison. I’m 6-2, 185 pounds, 34-inch waist. I don’t belong to a gym, but I do what I can to stay in shape. My upper body is toned and moderately hairy, my arms are strong, my butt firm, and my muscular legs always draw an approving smile.

With an attractive face, a masculine disposition and an inviting personality, I’ve never hurt for the company of women. I suspect there’ve been a few guys who’ve wanted to share a tent with me as well.

And why not? I have a handsome cock. Nice and full when at rest, it swells to a lovely 7-inch piece of meat with a irresistible head. Full tang and solid girth, symmetrical and circumcised, it’s a thing of beauty.

What man or woman could resist it? And why would they want to?

Nick and I smoked about half the joint while sharing stories about people we work with, sports we’ve seen, music we like, and women we’ve fucked. I gave a blissful sigh. All was quiet for a moment as Nick and I enjoyed our moment in Man Heaven.

“Fuck me if it‘s not hot out here,” he said abruptly. “What do you say we take a dip, cool off and then get some rays?”

Sounds good to me.

Nick stood up, and unfastened the lone button that drew his shirt together. He slipped it from his broad shoulders and sent it sailing toward a vacant seat. He flexed his abs and upper-torso left and right, then purred a satisfying, sexy moan.

I heard a snap and suddenly his shorts sank to the floor. He stepped out of them and took a couple of steps forward. His glistening brown body was completely bare, save for sunglasses and a snug pair of Wonderjock swimming briefs.

Never has a swimsuit been better named. Behind the sheer white fabric lay a gorgeous, beautifully proportioned cock, with a meaty shaft and head the size of a small peach. It’s bulging mass was not hard, but not completely soft either. It looked to be at least eight inches, with the room and inclination to expand.

Nick adjusted himself with a few tugs to the legs and waist of the swimsuit. He even reached down the front and rearranged his big slumbering cock. He didn’t make eye contact with me while doing this, but he was smiling.

I tried my best to act cool -- as though having a gorgeous, mostly naked stud adjusting a perfect cock in front of me was an everyday event. But it was hard to stay focused, because Nick’s buff body and tantalizing tool were close enough to kiss, and that’s exactly what I was aching to do.

A bead of sweat rolled down the side of my face. But I now had an entirely different indication of just how hot this day was going to be.

Story pasted from justusboys.com

I started to respond to the thread with this name over in the "Twinks" section but I got carried away. So I thought the "Stories" thread was a better forum.


This is possible. I actually sucked off and off and off a guy who could just about cum indefinitely. I was out shopping one day and stopped at a now gone department store. As I was getting out of my car I noticed a very attractive young man around my age, early 20s so it was a long time ago, walking from his car into the store. He was not far, our eyes met and he gave me a smile and a greeting. He had dark hair, about 6 feet tall, brown eyes. We went into the store. As I was looking at some shirts on the rack I noticed he was a couple of racks over giving me that "I want you" look. I looked up and smiled and he then gave me a shake of the head indicating follow me. He headed off toward the restroom. I was almost hard by this time so of course I had to follow. When I walked in the restroom he was standing at one of the urinals dick in hand. I stood next to him dick in hand and after a few seconds of eye tag over the partition we both leaned back to reveal our hard cocks to each other. An absolutely beautiful penis, uncut with foreskin up over the head. Not gigantic but around 8 inches and fairly thick but not overly so. Enormous balls however, almost like golf balls. As I reached over to touch it he asked me if I sucked and if I had a place to go. "I sure do" I replied and he responded "Good, I really need to get off a few times". Follow me home. I was a little embarrassed walking out through the store with a hard on but it couldn't be helped. I was not going to turn down this random opportunity and he followed me out the store with his hard on as well.

We got back to my apartment with my dick still raging in anticipation. After a few seconds of pleasantries we made our way to the bedroom pulling clothes off as quickly as we could. He laid down on the bed with legs spread over the edge and feet almost touching the floor. As I started to put my mouth on his cock he stopped me for a second and said "Just follow my lead, do it the way I tell I you and always suck the foreskin up." "You do swallow don't you"? At the time, swallowing was not considered a problem and since I totally love the taste of cum I said "Of course I do"!

"OK!" He says. "For the first time just suck nice and slow and very lightly". "The first time?" I'm thinking. So, doing as requested and want to please this incredibly cute guy I put my mouth over his hard penis, went down as far as I could and lightly sucked up to the tip of the foreskin. That produced a pleased moaning sound and so I kept doing the same thing. I grasped the huge balls and cupped them in the my hands as I sucked. After gently slurping up the foreskin for a minute or two I felt the balls contract and his dick got that super hard stiffness. He bucked up his hips, let out a loud cry and started to cum. My head was spinning from the excitement. But he didn't cum like most people cum. He came slower with a pause between each spurt. He shot out a rather large quantity in each spurt and then there was a brief pause followed by the next spurt. He whole body was vibrating from the orgasm and he filled my mouth and I swallowed three mouthfuls of sweet, delicious semen. I am still kneeling on the floor between his legs and almost shot my load on the carpet. He finished spurting after a while, his hips relaxed back on the bed, his balls loosened up but his dick stayed rock hard.

"Ohhhhh" I hear..."don't stop, just suck nice and slow" I thought it was over but as requested I kept sucking. I sucked down and up, down and up, all around keeping the foreskin up all the time. He's moaning all the time and I'm amazed he stayed hard after that orgasm. Anyway, after maybe five minutes he tells me to suck just a little bit harder now. I do and within half a minute I feel his giant balls contract, his dick gets super hard, he bucks up his hips like before and to my surprise, he explodes again. The same as before spurt, pause, spurt, pause, spurt, pause. This time I count. After four shots of cum I have to swallow and I realized why he wanted me to swallow. With this amount of semen, swallowing made a much better experience for him. Each spurt was about two seconds apart I would estimate. Four more shots and I have to swallow again, then another four or maybe six. His whole body was shaking and he suddenly started to get those after orgasm after-shocks where your arms and legs kind of jerk. I was concerned at first and took my mouth off his still hard dick. He immediately cries out "I'm okay, I'm okay, don't stop, I'm not done yet!"

"Not done yet"! Oh my God, I'm thinking, how can one person cum that much. However, I was in ecstasy, it was the best tasting cum I'd ever had and he sure seemed to like it producing it. So I kept sucking. I followed his requests to suck slow, suck faster, only suck the foreskin and so on. I kept doing this for eight to ten minutes this time and pretty soon sure enough, same as before the balls tighten, his body stiffens he thrusts up his hips and here comes another orgasm. Spurt, pause, spurt pause and he's like almost passed out and quivering from it. I would say there was not quite as much cum this time but still plenty and I just sucked it down as it erupted out through that foreskin.

Now his body seemed to go limp, his balls completely relaxed but still that amazing dick stayed hard. "I just need to rest a few minutes. Hold your mouth on my cock and I'll tell you when to start again. Hold my balls too.". I just held the hard dick in my mouth and cuddled his balls in my hands against my face. I could feel the throbbing against my tongue and every once in a while I could feel him tighten and squeeze. I really do not remember how long this interval was but maybe ten minutes. I wanted to ask what he was thinking but I that would mean taking his penis out of my mouth. Before too long he must have been rested and ready because I felt the balls quiver and he gave a few dick pulses.

"Ready. You are terrific. Go nice and slow like at first and slow and I'll tell you when to go faster". So up and down lightly, gently and pulling on the foreskin with my lips. He was really ready though and after five or six strokes he tells me to go faster and harder. That really set him off. It was somewhat unexpected. He bucked up his hips and the first shot came at the same time, he put his legs out straight and filled my mouth with the same sweet, thick, creamy sperm. I'm thinking I've gone to blow job heaven. Again three good mouthfuls and 14 or 15 spurts as he writhes in joy.

We've been at this over an hour now and suddenly he lifts up on his elbows and asks me "You getting tired"? "Tired, hell no I've never given a blow job like this before". Then he asks "You getting full"? I laugh a little. "You're my dinner, how do you cum like that"? "I dunno", he says, "I thought everyone could cum like that until about a year ago. I could do two or three more regular cums and then have a big one if you're up for it"?

"Big one", I think to myself I'll just wait and see. "Sure I say, I'll suck you as long as you want me to". He lifts up, gives me a kiss and says thank you and then lies back down. Back I go to that incredible cock. I won't go into the details of the next three orgasms because it is much the same. He told me when to go slow, when to go faster or harder, when to cup the huge scrotum in my hands and always to keep the foreskin up over the head. Over the next hour and those three orgasms at times I thought he was going to have a stroke or something from the intensity. I had not cum at all yet and just could not stand it any longer. While he was filling my mouth again for the fifth time I could not wait. I reached down and barely touched my dick and shot all over the bedroom carpet. I left that dried cum on the carpet as a momento for weeks afterward. By this time it's been two and a half hours and my friend has cum seven times. After the most recent one he falls back limp and appears exhausted but as soon as I start to take my mouth off of his still hard cock he reaches over and puts his hand gently on my head to stop me. I pause briefly and hold the pulsating penis in my mouth and the balls against my cheek as he rests. But he rests for no more than two or three minutes.

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My Wife had been frustrated over the passed few weeks, I asked her if everything was okay. She said that something has been bothering her and she needed to tell me something. So we sat down and I listened to her as she explained how I wasn't giving her enough. I said I was working as much as I could. She said, "No no no no, you don't get it". I was confused, then she murmured softly,"Dick, enough dick". I was like,"What, what did you say?", She yelled,"DICK! OKAY,ENOUGH DICK!"
I left the room and just sat quietly, as she came in and apologized. We talked about it and she explained that she was hit on at the gym by this black guy that was really horny and was touching her hips while talking to her. She said that her pussy had gotten all wet from all the attention. She said that they took the conversation outside by the pool where it was dark and no one was around. When the conversation heated up, he pulled his cock out as he said, "Just play with it, that's all...nothing else." She said she resisted at first, but her pussy was asking for some attention and so she started to jerk his uncut member and felt it grow bigger than she already thought it was. She said she had no ideal what made her do it, but she fell to her knees and proceeded to lick his balls and stroke his cock. His moans turned to grunts as he shot his thick load of semen all over her face and hair. She said she never thought this could happen, never wanted to cheat on me.
I was crying, I couldn't believe she would ever cheat on me, we were so happy together.

After months of sleeping in the other room, we started to talk more and more. I never told her, but the thought of his black cock cumming on my Wifes face is what got me through those months alone in my bed in the other room. Masturbating two or three times a night while my Wife took load after load of that black mans seed.

I opened up to her about maybe trying new things sexually, like adding a man into our bed. She was taken back by the offer and said she'd have to think about it, cause she wanted to work on the marriage. But that wasn't something she thought about in regards to fixing the marriage. About a week went by and she asked, "About what you said, is it still an option?" I said, "Yes of course baby, I think it'll help our marriage!". She said,"What did you have in mind?". I told her,"You decide, I want you to be happy!"

After a week or so, she came to me and said she had a conversation with Jason, that was the black man from the gym that nutted all over her face. Then proceeded to tell me that she couldn't get him out of her mind since that night she blew him. That she would use her dildos and vibrators in bed fantasizing about him and his big cock. So I told her if she can arrange it, then he can come over and I'll watch the two of you fuck. She looked surprised and excited. She hugged me and thanked me for being an amazing thoughtful husband.

Friday night came as she explained to me that Jason was coming over. I was super nervous, didn't know what to expect with a black man coming over and all. The doorbell rang and she brought him in, he stood about 6'4" 225 lbs and nicely built. He had a nice beard and grey gym shorts that didn't hide much. I was taken back by what I was looking at, and thought in my head, "Damn, I can see why my Wife is attracted to this man."

We started off with drinks and some snacks. The conversation was hot, and my Wife was talking about sexy stuff that got her all wet and him all hard, I have to admit I was feeling a lil left out. We headed to our room, where Jason and my Wife started to touch each other around the waste, he was behind her and she had her ass up against his cock. I sat in my chair and watched them flirt, once in a while she would look over at me as if to seek my approval. I just nodded and smiled. She had her hand all over his cock and started to unzip his pants, just as he shoved his tongue down her throat. She started to unbutton her skirt and he started to take off her top. There my Wife stood, bare naked in her high heels, oiled up with a nicely trimmed bush around her pussy. She then fell to her knees and pulled out Jasons cock, her eyes were amazed at his size and girth. She took his swollen member into her mouth, licking his balls after every three strokes or so. After a few minutes she started working it faster and harder. Jason would often tease her and say things like,"Oh fuck yeah bitch, you love Daddys black cock?". I was taken back by his comments, I didn't think she would like that. But she replied back to him, "Fuck yeah Daddy, I can never go back!". As she stroked his cock she looked over at me, but this time she had a look of a possessed Wife on a mission to drain a black mans cock. I asked her,"Are you okay, was anything I could do?". She said,"Yes, could you leave us alone for a while, it would be kinda weird you being here the first time". I was a lil hurt but complied with her request.
I left the bedroom and went to the room I was sleeping in, which was right next to the room they were in. I could hear them laughing and Jason talking dirty to her. I pulled my cock out and started to stroke it, I already had precum oozing out of my cock, as my underwear were soaked with precum. It got quiet for a few minutes....then I heard it. My Wife let out a soft moan and sigh. He told her how wet and warm it was, as he started to slide it in all the way. I could her her say,"Oh fuck yeah, gimme your big cock Jason....gimme your big black cock!". I started to get harder and harder, I was so turned on by the thought of my Wife taking a black cock in my house and in my bed. After a while you could her the bed rockin and her moans were louder, she was in full throttle. She stated,"Fuck yeah, I can take it all now, its so big, but I can take it all now. You got me, you got me you got!". It was those words that made me shoot my first load, it was so powerful and some plentiful. They continued on a nd I was getting hard again. They just kept fucking, and she just kept cumming, after another fifteen minutes or so, I could hear her again, "I got me some good black cock! You're gonna make me cum again....gimme that black dick Daddy.....I want your baby!". Once again, I shot my load all over my chest. But this time, after I finished, I cried....my Wife was getting the hell fucked out of her, like she has never been fucked. My feelings were all over the place. Moments later, I could hear Jason moan and yell out,"I'm cumming, oh fuck I'm cumming!". Jason had filled my Wifes pussy up with so much cum, and that it was everywhere. Especially deep in her pussy.

As it became quiet, I fell asleep...assuming that Jason was gonna get dressed and leave. Around 1am, I heard some noises, so I got up and checked around. As I went by the bedroom I could hear my Wifes moans again...thought maybe she was masturbating. Turns out that Jason had never left and the two of them started to fuck again. I went to my room again, and started to masturbate to the moans and grunts of my Wife as she screamed out loud,"I'm cumming, oh God I'm cumming!". Then moments later, Jason let out a grunt,"Fuck yeah bitch, you fuckin whore...I'm gonna cum in your pussy again". Needless to say that this transpired one more time around 3am. I was again woken up by the sounds of them fucking early in the morning.

Things got really complexed over the next day or so, we hardly spoke and it felt like she didn't really care if I was there or not, almost like I was invisible to her. We didn't talk about that night, and we just went to work and came home. After a few weeks or so, I noticed that she was staying later at work, she seemed happy about her normal everyday life. But there was still that distance between us. As I became more worried about her feelings towards me, I would check her phone for texts with Jason or any other man, I found nothing. I noticed she would shower sometimes when she got home from work, which was something she would never do. So one day after she came home and jumped in the shower, I check her clothes. There was sperm in her panties and some on her skirt. As I started to confront her about the sperm as she stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her waist. She said yes, that's Jasons sperm in my panties, and we've been fucking for the last four weeks. That's when she dropped her towel and showed me her new tattoo, it was a QOS tattoo right on her right butt cheek. She told me that Jason makes her feel like a woman, and that his cock has changed her life. I asked about our marriage and she told me that she wanted a divorce, and that she is pregnant with Jasons baby.

We divorced two years ago this month, and I have moved on in my life. Haven't dated anyone since the divorce. But I did run into my ex wife not too long ago. She is currently single and according to her, just dating a lot of black guys.

I was on vacation in a new town and decided to stay at this new hotel. I heard it was the best, and the location was close to some sites I wanted to explore. I quickly took a shower, ordered some food, and started finishing some work on my laptop. After around an hour, I felt the room getting warm, and when I went to check if the AC was on or not, I realized it had stopped working.

I switched it on and off a few times, and it started working back like earlier. I moved back on the bed and continued to finish my work.

A few minutes later, as I finished my work, my mind went to the porn videos I had bookmarked earlier. I was free now; I closed my work tabs and opened the porn tabs. I quickly found the video I had saved and started watching it.

I removed my trousers and started stroking my cock as I watched the video. A few minutes passed, and I began to feel hot again. I stood up to check what could be wrong and moved close to my air conditioner. I discovered it had stopped working again. I switched it on and off again, but it didn’t start this time.

I sat on the chair as I dialed the hotel management,

"Hello, I'm staying in an upstairs room 107, and my air conditioner is not working."

"My apologies, sir. Rest assured, someone will be coming right over," the receptionist replied.

I sat back down and began to wait. My hands reached for my now soft cock, and I brushed my palm against it.

It was so hot that I headed to bed to stretch my back. I was horny too, so I just jerked myself off while waiting for the handyman to arrive.

What could be taking him forever, I thought? I felt like I would pass out if I didn't see him soon.

I tried to take my shirt off as I was sweating, but then I remembered he was coming, so I decided to keep it on.

My nipples were hardening against my shirt, and my cock was rock hard too, but I couldn't care about them. I just needed the air conditioner working, but my horny mind couldn’t stop being horny. A scenario popped into my mind: the usual porn videos where the handyman comes to fix something but ends up fucking someone. It had been on my checklist; I wondered if I could get my AC fixed and get the handyman sex off my checklist too.

Just then I heard a knock on my door. I quickly headed to the door.

I opened up to see a tall, handsome man, all dressed in black.

He greeted me with a smile as he said, "I'm here to fix your A.C., and I'm sorry for the delay,"

"No, it's fine," I replied as he walked up to the A.C. just behind me.

I arched my butt to his crotch to show him what was wrong with the air conditioner, and I could feel the back of his hand brush against my butt. I knowingly jerked my ass backward, pushing it against his palm just to test the waters; he didn’t back away or pull his hand; instead, I felt the warmth of his hand for a second before he pulled away.

I decided to tease him. I dropped my phone on the rug and leaned down to pick it up, and as I did so, I ground my ass harder against his crotch, and then a smile spread across my face when I felt his hard cock squeezed against my cheeks.

I stood up straight and acted normal but eyed his crotch with the corner of my eye and saw the bulge of his hardening cock.

"It might be a wiring problem. I will get to work now." He said.

While he worked on it, my eyes didn’t leave his body. I kept rubbing my cock through my pants. At one point he saw it. I panicked, but he didn’t say a thing. Then his gaze moved towards my laptop on the bed, and I realized I hadn’t closed the tab; the video was paused at the blowjob scene; no way he didn’t see it.

He looked at me and then licked his lips as he explained that he was done fixing the air conditioner.

"Thank you, I feel so much better already," I told him as the room started getting cooler.

My cock was hard and was pushing against my pants, and when I looked at his crotch, I saw that his cock was making a tent in front of his pants too.

"Is there anything else I can do for you? He asked.

"Yes, there is but first is there anything I can do for you?" I replied.

Then he looked back at the screen of my laptop and back to me before speaking, “Maybe you can tip me with something like that.” Obviously talking about getting a blowjob from me. Well, this was the reciprocation I needed.

He put his toolbox down as I walked closer and kissed him.

Our tongues overlapped on each other as we began to kiss. I took off his jacket. Then I went on my knees.

I undid his zipper, and I brought out his hard cock.

To my surprise and excitement, it was about 7 inches long and thick.

"Oh my God, you have such a big cock," I exclaimed as I stroked him.

I started to play with his balls as I shut my eyes and began to sniff his cock.

It smelled so good and desirable. I stuck out my tongue, and I began to trail it on his cock.

He groaned as his cock began to harden more in my face.

It was too hard. I held it with my two hands as I said to him. "You are too fucking hard and too fucking big,"

He groaned in response as I spat on his cock, and I wrapped my mouth around his cock. I began to suck in delight.

“Oh god,” He gasped, his hands fisting in my hair as I took more of him in my mouth. I suddenly pulled off, licking a trail up his length before diving back down, working him relentlessly.

I swallowed him again, fingers pressing into his thighs to keep him still as I picked up the pace, bobbing my head fast and furious. His breaths came quick and shallow.

I pulled off again, looking up at him with a predatory smile. “Don’t hold back,” he said, voice rough and low.

With that permission, everything snaps. My control unravels, replaced by pure, unchecked desire. I take him deep into my mouth, groaning and sucking harder and faster.

His cock felt so good in my mouth. I couldn't stop. My hands were squeezing his balls while my mouth held his cock tightly. I could feel it stretching in my mouth.

"It's so big," I complimented as I stuck it back in my mouth. "And so tasty.”

I held his balls while he held my hair as I continued to suck. His eyes never left me as I made love to his cock.

With my eyes closed, he began to thrust himself into my mouth.

I was lost in ecstasy as he fucked my mouth, and I could feel it stretching out my throat.

I massaged his cock with my hand and twirled my tongue around the tip. He held my head as he started to fuck my mouth. "Faster, faster," he groaned as he smashed his massive, uncut cock in my mouth.

He brushed his hands on my hair and then helped me up. “Remove your pants.” He ordered, and I did. I wasn’t wearing my underwear underneath, so I was bare ass naked before him, my own hard cock pointing towards his massive cock. I also removed my shirt, and he removed all of his clothes as well.

He placed me on the bed and rubbed his palm on my hard cock.

Then he abruptly flipped me on my hands and knees. I perfectly arched my ass before him to receive whatever he was ready to give. I moaned in delight as his palm landed against my smooth ass.

He quickly moved behind me properly and began to slap his cock over my ass. His skin glided smoothly between my cheeks, but the cock was gone no sooner replaced by the wet and warm feel of his spit. Soon his finger found its way to my hole, spreading his spit, getting my asshole ready for the fuck.

"Fuck!” I moaned out as he rubbed and tickled my ass.

He spat more and fingered me.

When he finally removed his finger, he started to tease my hole with his cock. I needed him to fuck my brains out, but he was taking it slow and torturing me.

While anticipating his cock inside me, his finger slowly penetrated me.

"Ahh, fuck me," I moaned out.

He started with just one, stretching my hole well before inserting one more and moving them in and out. I was passing out of ecstasy. “Do you have some lube?”

“Yes!” I moaned, I really didn’t want him to fuck me without lube. As hard and big his cock was, more ass was going to be very sore if I took it my ass without lube.

I pointed him to a cabinet, and he quickly retrieved it, massaging his cock with it.

And without any warning, he moved back behind me and pressed his thick tip against my asshole. I didn’t expect him to thrust so suddenly and felt a jolt of pain when he did.

"Fuck! This is so big.” I moaned out as he began to thrust himself slowly inside me. “I love it.”

“Fuck yeah!” he moaned back.

As he pushed more of his length in me, he reached between my legs and began to stroke my cock, which was throbbing with excitement in his hands.

His hand held my cock tightly and continued to massage it while his cock in my ass was driving me crazy.

I bit my lips ecstatically as his hand made me so fucking hard.

His hand on my cock didn't stop,

"Fuck, yes! I moaned out in ecstasy. I hadn't experienced this kind of pleasure in a long time.

He began to thrust himself inside me. I could feel my insides stretching out as he fucked and stroked me. His thick shaft grazed the nerve ending of my rectum, making my eyes roll back in my head and my mouth drool with more need. It was something I couldn't stop.

My cries for more continued to fill up the room as he fucked me.

I couldn't stop. My legs were throbbing in excitement.

His hands grabbed my waist as he increased his pace. This was crazy! I wanted more.

I thrust my butt back in time with his thrusts; my ass smashed against his cock and balls every time we met.

The pleasure was uncontrollable. And I started cumming all over my bed, crying in ecstasy of my release. My whole body shook with my release.

My legs were gone as he turned me to the sides of the bed and began to fuck me. I lay on my side while he kept pumping his hips back and forth, his balls banging against my cheek, and my ass making a loud slap sound upon impact with his thighs.

The position was driving me crazy, I could hardly breathe, and my breath was ragged. He let out a deep groan and a pained moan with a hard thrust.

This was too much pleasure. I could feel his cock swelling more around my anal ring before he started filling me up. The feeling of being filled by such a virile man was heavenly, I was completely at his mercy, completely used by him for his pleasure, which in turn gave me immense pleasure as well.

He pulled out of my dripping ass as I weakly lay on the bed and watched him clean up and bid him goodbye.

"Fuck! I moaned out. I inserted my finger into my stretched hole. It has been assaulted with too much pleasure.

"This is something that I must do again," I decided.

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Chapter One:

I recognized him the instant that I stepped into the train car. A
couple of hours earlier, we had eaten lunch at the same outdoor cafe, in
the town's pretty, shaded square. I don't think that I had been too
obvious while I ate my salad and drank my wine, but I did glance his way
more than a few times. Later that afternoon, under the harsh rays of the
summer sun, our paths crossed again on the ancient wall that protects the
medieval city of Carcassonne, in the south-west of France. I know that our
eyes met for longer than an instant that time.

And now we were both on the same train back to Toulouse, the day's
sightseeing done. And there was an empty seat across from him. What the
hell, I thought. I was supposed to be having new experiences. Regardless
of what would happen, it would be that.

"Do you mind?" I asked, gesturing at the open spot. He shook his
head. I grabbed a bottle of water out of my bag, which I stowed up above,
and then settled in.

Thank God, the train was air-conditioned. Just about all of Europe
was in the grips of a heatwave, and the afternoon had taken a toll on me.
I took a long drink of water and looked out the window at the platform,
which had just started to move. Within minutes the dry landscape was
rolling by, and my gaze casually shifted back into the car and onto my
seatmate.

He had closed his eyes, which gave me the opportunity to study him
without him knowing. I guessed that he was probably in his late twenties,
the same as me, though his short dark hair showed a few errant strands of
gray. His five-o'clock shadowed face was quite tan, as was the part of his
chest that was visible, thanks to several buttons that had not been called
into service. His damp, wrinkled linen shirt suggested that he was no more
immune to the heat of the day than I was.

There was no doubt that I was attracted to him. While he dozed, I
could feel a tentative erection develop amid thoughts of his red lips, his
rough stubble, the dark hair that covered his forearms, and the salty taste
of his skin. I was a little disappointed when, twenty minutes into the
ride, he jerked himself awake. I nonchalantly shifted my gaze away from
him. Only for a moment, though. When I felt his eyes rest on me, almost
challenging me, I turned back to meet his gaze.

"Our paths seem to keep crossing," I stated matter-of-factly.

"Vous avez raison, I mean, you are right," he answered, quickly
translating. "Is this your first visit to Carcassonne?"

"Yes. This is actually my first visit to France that has involved
leaving Paris."

"Then it is your first visit to France. Paris is not France."

"Does that mean that you don't like Paris very much?"

He shrugged in the French way, using his whole body and face. "I
like Paris very much. It has almost everything anyone could ever want.
But that is where my family lives most of the time, and I often feel the
need to leave there."

"I see. So you are on vacation down here?"

He laughed. "Vacation from what? My father would tell you that my
whole life is a vacation. But yes, I am staying down here, in Toulouse. My
family has a house here, and I like to use it. But what about you? Are
you on a holiday?"

"I suppose that you could say that. A holiday from my life."

His eyes narrowed a little. "That is the best kind, I think.
Where you are a completely different person. Maybe completely free and
anonyme, anonymous."

I nodded. "There can be something very attractive about being
someone different."

The rest of the ride passed quickly, silences interspersed with
idle talk about the local sights. I was keenly aware of his body the whole
time, the way he occasionally touched his face, or bit his lip, or crossed
his sandalled feet at the ankles, or slipped his hand inside his shirt,
allowing his thumb to strum the scattering of dark hairs that curled into
view. There was no doubt in my mind that I could detect his faint aroma, a
mixture of sweat and sandalwood and rosemary that only made me want to
breathe more deeply.

Finally the clattering train approached the station, and the people
around us began to gather their belongings. It was time to take a chance.

"So," I said casually. "would you be interested in going to grab
some dinner?"

"Maybe," he said, smirking just a little, "but only on one
condition."

My heart skipped a beat. "And what's that?"

"That you tell me your name."

I smiled and extended my hand. "Jason Ellis. And you are?"

"Luc de Vigne," he said, grasping me firmly. "It is a pleasure."

"The pleasure is all mine."

I deferred to his judgment about dinner, and he led me down a
series of narrow streets and through a non-descript courtyard before
arriving at our destination, a tiny restaurant that spilled out onto a
lantern-festooned terrace.

He smiled. "I think that we will find something to eat here."

And we did. Luc took charge of ordering, everything from the
appetizers through the entrees and salads and, of course, the wine. It was
all delicious, but I probably did not appreciate it as fully as I would
have under normal circumstances. These circumstances were anything but
normal. Everything seemed to heighten the erotic tension that was growing
between us. The textures and flavors of the food. The warm breeze that
softly moved the hanging lanterns. The murmur of other conversations that
faded into a buzz around us. The occasional touch, our hands meeting as we
both reached for bread, our feet touching as one of us shifted in his
chair. And the look in his eyes.

Hours passed before the waiter came to us with an offer of dessert.
Luc looked at me inquiringly.

"Only if you're interested," I said.

"Perhaps we could take a walk over to my place and find something
there," he replied.

My heart was pounding. "That sounds perfect."

The house was only four or five blocks away. From the street it
looked like an expressionless stone face, punctuated by the occasional
window, but when we pushed through the heavy wooden street door and went
through the dark passageway we found ourselves in a beautiful little
garden. Luc led me up a few steps to an ornately carved door, inserted a
heavy key in the lock, and propelled me inside.

He immediately ducked into a small chamber directly to the right of
the door and entered a code into a glowing keypad.

"Alarm," he said, smiling as he returned. "We don't need the
police, do we?"

I shook my head.

We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other in the
faint, bluish light that shone through the window at the top of the stairs.
Time briefly stood still. But then he slowly backed up to the wall, and I
approached him. I passed my lips over his before turning my head to the
side and burrowing into his neck. His skin was flushed hot, and I could
feel him exhale as my lips sucked at his salty flesh. As I tasted him, I
reached down to unbutton his shirt and slip it off of him. Exploring his
chest, my fingers came to rest on his hard nipples and began to lightly
tug. Simultaneously, my mouth covered his and I slipped my tongue deep
inside. In that instant, our breath and our bodies fused, and we each
began to explore the other without any inhibition. Clothes melted away,
skin touched, lips nuzzled, and the whole evening of anticipation was worth
it.

I knelt down in front of him and looked up into his face.

"You are so fucking sexy," I said, running my hands down his chest,
across the scattering of hair on his flat belly, before finally grasping
the base of his heavy cock with one hand. With the other I made a circle
around his foreskin and pulled it back, allowing the slick head to emerge
completely from its sheath. The intense, acrid smell of sex made me almost
dizzy with lust, and my jaw went slack as I leaned forward to tongue his
sensitive flesh. Luc shivered the instant I made contact, and a long, slow
sigh hissed out from between his moist lips. Opening my mouth wide, I took
him deep inside, all the way, until my nose came to rest in his wiry pubic
hair. He put his hands on the back of my head, holding himself in place
and preventing me from moving my lips up and down his full length.

"Careful, careful," he whispered.

Slowly, deliberately, I began to slide my tongue back and forth, up
and down, the best I could. In time his grip loosened, and he began to
rock back and forth.

"Play with yourself," he hissed.

I was more than happy to oblige, though, like Luc, I knew that I
needed to be careful. I reached down with one hand and began to stroke my
bobbing cock, which was rockhard and leaking copious amounts of sticky
fluid. With my other hand I steadied myself as I continued to suck Luc's
thick tool.

"You are so sexy, so fucking hot," he said. "Your dick is so big,
and your balls are so full of cum. I want to taste it, I want to see you
shoot it all over my body."

He slowly eased himself out of my mouth, pushed me back onto the
cool marble floor, and devoured me. My eyes rolled back in my head, the
hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my toes curled. As he licked
and sucked and nipped at my cock, all I knew was that I didn't care if I
ever had sex again, with Luc or with anyone else, that instant of pleasure
was all I needed to live on for the rest of my life.

As Luc feasted on my flesh, I could tell that he was becoming
desperate, almost frenzied. He occasionally reached down to jack himself,
but his cock was almost painfully hard, and I could tell that it would take
only a very few strokes to push him over the edge. I could feel the same
wave building up inside of me, and Luc intuited it from the feeling of my
balls, which were pulling up into a hard package.

"I want to cum with you," he said as he pulled me up and straddled
my legs, scooting forward until our stiff organs touched. He kissed me and
began to stroke us together. "I want to see your cum mix with mine."

Wetting my index finger, I slipped it between our cocks and began
to rub. Luc's eyelids fluttered, and I leaned in to taste his engorged
nipples.

"Oh, oh, oh," he moaned.

At that instant, I removed my finger, allowing full contact between
our shafts. The sensation of slick friction was just right, and I swear to
God that we both began to spasm in the very same instant. Gripping
tightly, Luc brought us so close together that it was impossible to see
where my dick, my cum began and his ended. Jets of sticky white fluid
arced up, painting his chest and my stomach. It was pure, sweet release.

Slowly coming down from his orgasmic high, Luc pushed me back and
came to rest beside me. We just lay there for a few minutes before he
leaned in and kissed me, long and slow.

"That was very nice," he said.

I reached down and grasped his still-hard cock. "You did seem to
enjoy it. So did I."

"I know."

"But I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Am I going to get to see the rest of the house?"

He glanced around the foyer, its floor littered with our clothes,
before turning back to me and placing his mouth over mine. His tongue
probed inside, doing battle with mine, exploring here and there.
Eventually, he paused for a breath. Looking directly at me, he stood up
and reached down to grasp my hand. Once I was on my feet, he led me, stark
naked, down the long hall. That was my answer

“Wow, you are arrogant,” the striking blonde woman across from me said.

I looked up, slightly surprised, “What? It’s true she would be lucky to go out with a guy like me.” The she in question was one of the blonde’s friends a fat tub of shit named Carole, that I had met at a party over the weekend, her sole saving grace - she had introduced me to Julia, the woman sitting across from me.

That got a roll of the eyes and a muttered “Whatever”

“Seriously, Look at her. She’s fat, she isn’t very bright, and she dresses like a lesbian. Now look at me; not to brag, but I’m good looking, I’m young, I’m rich, I’m smart and I’m successful, “ I held up my hand to stifle the response I sensed was coming, “Come on you know it’s true. And if that isn’t enough I’m hung like a horse,” at that Julia smiled a bit and I knew I had scored a couple points. Or so I thought. Turned out I was wrong.

“Yeah, I heard that you were pretty proud of whatever you have down there,” she said. With that she stood and picked up the check and started walking towards the cashier of the dumpy diner she had insisted on meeting at. “It’s on me,” she tossed back over her shoulder.

I started to say something then shrugged and watched her walk away, tall slender, but with an amazing rack. Her heels clicking on the linoleum as her skirt swayed outlining her legs and ass. After dropping the check and a bill at the register she departed without waiting for change and I watched her walk across the street to the construction site there. A few seconds later a black Lexus departed. I was a bit surprised. I had figured her for a secretary type or maybe retail like most of the girls she was hanging out with the other night, but now that I thought about it the shoes and the bag were very classy and obviously expensive and the clothes while not fancy were clearly not off the shelf. Finishing my coffee I got up and headed out making a note of the name of the construction company as I did. Julia might bear a little more looking into.



Over the next couple days I tried to put Julia out of my mind, but that was a losing battle. Not only was she the most attractive woman that I had met in a while, but her complete disinterest in me, after the initial meeting, was infuriating. I hadn’t had a girl treat me like this since high school. It was maddening.

Despite that I managed to keep busy both with work and on the social scene. When I was talking to Julia it may have sounded like I was bragging, but really I was just stating the facts. At 30 years old I was semi-retired based off of a lucky score with real estate analysis software I had developed before the big crash. I had sold it off to one of the mortgage companies then promptly placed the proceeds in the hands of a money manager, who had thankfully known what he was doing. I came through without losing my shirt and now had the means to spend a lot of time playing. On top of the money I really am a pretty good looking guy. Six foot, broad shouldered, in shape at 185 lbs not too ripped but a good six pack and like I said hung. Ten inches and thick as hell. The girls loved it. So, yeah I don’t have much problem pulling ass. Actually it’s more of a problem getting rid of the ones I don’t want.

And that brings us back to Carole. I kept running into her and her friends out and about, but Julia was never with them. At first I thought about playing up to Carole just to try and maneuver into their circle but I could tell from the way she acted that Julia had told her what I said. She was playing that hurt little girl routine. So I tried getting close to some of the other girls, that was a bust, I quickly realized that not only were they all “Women in comfortable shoes” as my dad had called them (lesbians if you haven’t figured it out) but they were all pissed t me over the Carole comments too. Even so I kept trying to get back in their good graces. And as long as I was buying the drinks they kept letting me try. They still acted like I was a pile of dogshit but they were willing to let me come around. Sometimes they would try and ruin it with whatever hottie I had picked up that night but after a couple weeks that seemed to lose it’s fun so they mainly just ignored me or tolerated me.

As the weeks went on Carole started to warm up to me again and I was able to pull a little information out of her. I learned that Julia did work for that construction company and that the reason she wasn’t around was that she was out of town managing a project. That explained a lot. I also found out that Carole wasn’t quite as stupid as she seemed at first. She was actually scary smart. She was just one of those girls who was distracted all the time and not really paying attention to what was going on around them. She still had no sense of style, but I also realized she wasn’t unattractive. It was just that the girls she was hanging out with were so hot that she got lost in the comparison. Suddenly being nice to her wasn’t such a chore.

Eventually Julia showed up again. One evening I wandered into the club and saw their (or maybe our given how much time I was spending with them now) group in the corner laughing and chattering away. I walked up and the talk stopped for a minute as Julia looked up at me and said,

“Hey there Pony-boy,” and made a little whinnying sound.

All her friends began laughing uproariously. I smiled and sat down as Carole looked at me wiping tears from her eyes.

“Did you really try and impress her by telling her how big your cock is?”

I nodded, and said,“Hey, it always worked in the past”.

“Oh my God. That is just too funny”

I shrugged. It looked like this meeting with Julia wasn’t going to go any better than the last. I was right. After the initial comment she and her friends mainly ignored me. I wasn’t even able to pull my buy the drinks move because Julia was running a tab. Finally I kind of drifted away and hooked up with a cute little brunette that I had slept with a couple time. She was a definite cock hound and I knew I could always count on her for a good time.

After getting a couple drinks we hit the dance floor. I was starting to feel good and my partner (Becky? Sorry I never really asked her name and we never really talked so I didn’t really need to know it) was really getting into it, like she always did. Grinding up against me with her ass. Rubbing me through my pants. Practically jerking me off on the floor. Finally I had enough. I needed to bang this chick hard. I was horny and frustrated and while she wasn’t as hot as Julia she was still pretty damn cute. It was time to go.

I leaned over to her and asked, “Hey, are you ready to leave?”

She smiled broadly, nodded and replied, “I’ve been ready. I haven’t had a really big one in months.”

Another quick smile and she headed off the dance floor to grab her things with me following thinking the night might turn out alright after all. Becky(?) grabbed her purse and said she was going to hit the ladies room first so I headed for the bar for another drink.

After a few minutes I wondered where she was. After fifteen I was getting angry and looking around for her. Finally I saw her headed out the door. I figured maybe she thought I was outside so I headed out just in time to see her climbing into a black Lexus looking really disheveled.

“What the hell,” I muttered and started towards the car which sped off as I started to approach.

Looking around I spotted the bouncer, “Hey man,” I called out. “Did you see who that girl left with?”

“Which one”

“What do you mean which one?”

“Dude, six or seven chicks just left here, which one are you talking about?”

“Short brunette, good body, she’s in here a lot.”

“Sorry man, didn’t see who she was with.”

There are a lot of black Lexuses (Lexi??) out there but I had a feeling I knew who she was with, Julia and her friends. I guess bygones weren’t going to be bygones. Walking back inside my suspicions were confirmed, the table where they had been sitting was empty. Then off to the side I heard Carole’s voice:
“Feel like giving a girl a ride?”

“Really, you guys fuck up my evening and now you’re gonna ask me for a ride?”

Carole got a quizzical look on her face, “What are you talking about? Fucked up your evening how?”

“Oh come on Carole. You know what I mean, convincing Becky to ditch me then all taking off like that. I saw her driving off with Julia!”

She laughed, “Julia left awhile ago fifteen or twenty minutes at least. I don’t know when the others left I was playing some pool and when I got done they were gone. I guess Donna forgot about me.” A little frown appeared, “Story of my life.”

“Oh fuck it, I’ll give you a ride. Just don’t start crying.”

She smiled sweetly, “Maybe I can make it worth your while.”

I thought about that as we headed across the street and got in my car. Pulling out of the parking lot I asked her for directions and we were off. After a couple of minutes she turned as asked:

“So, how big is it?’

“What..?”

“Your cock, how big is it?”

I told her, “10 inches.”

“That’s pretty good sized. Is it thick?”

“Yeah, why?”

She got a mischievous look on her face, “Oh just curious. I love sucking a thick cock. Really long ones are nice too but thick is better.”

“Well I would bet I am the biggest you’ve seen.”

She gave a little shrug and looked me in the eye, “Maybe but how will we know?” Then she laughed and dropped her hand in my lap. “Oh it is pretty big,” she said as she stoked me through my pants. “Pull over”.

By now I was so horny that I would have fucked a hole in the ground and Carole knew what she was doing as she stroked me to full hardness so I pulled over and parked. Then leaning back I started to unzip.

“No not here,” she whispered, “outside”

Climbing out of the car I leaned back against the fender while Carole kneeled in front of me and unzipped me. Sliding my pants down she fished my now rock hard cock out of my pants and in one motion slid the entire length down her throat. I was fucking amazed. I mean I had been deep throated before but no one ever did it that easily. Usually the had to work up to it lots of spit and jerking then some gagging as they forced it down. There was none of that here. Just her engulfing me. Then she did something even more amazing. She started milking me with her throat muscles. Little ripples running down the shaft of my cock like fingers tickling me. Fuck I was almost ready to blow already. Carole must have sensed it because she slowly eased off my shaft and then. Looking up with a string of saliva and precum running from the corner of her mouth to the tip of the head she smiled and asked:

“Like it?”

I just nodded and moaned in reply. She must have taken that as a yes because her tongue darted out and started tracing around the glans, as she jacked my cock. Then she started licking up and down the shaft using her tongue to trace the veins while she squeezed my balls gently. Every time I would get close to cumming she would pull back just enough to keep me from shooting. Finally she slid my cock down her throat again and started her milking trick. This time I couldn’t hold back and I shot what must have been a gallon of cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop.

“Not the biggest I’ve ever seen but still very nice”, was her verdict. “And you do shoot a huge load. Very hot”

“Fuck Carole, that was amazing! Where did you learn to give head like that?”

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This is a true story that happened during my summer eight years ago. I am doing it from memory so I might have some of the exact details wrong and I had to roughly recollect the conversations but I’ve kept it as close to what I can remember.
I’ll add some photos in to give a good idea of what I mean. Most of these won’t be real but will be similar to the real people/places.

When I was in my 20’s, my straight best friend was living with me. I’ve written other stories that involve him on here. He was very open in general. For the sake of this story, I am going to call him Jake. He would walk around the house most of the time in just briefs, leaving very little to the imagination, and he would always leave the door open when taking a shower, take the urinal right next to me any time we were out together and it was time to piss. He was confident, and loved to let it all hang out. I guess it would be fair to say he was on the exhibitionist spectrum, and to a lesser extent, the voyeuristic one.

I had always admired his body, and looks. He had fluffy, sandy blonde hair and baby blue eyes. He had a spectacular ass (to this day, I think the nicest one I’ve ever seen on a guy in real life, and I always thought it was wasted on a straight dude). I also admired his cock. It was just a very handsome cock. He was uncut, and the way his foreskin came to a rest at the tip of his penis was just really like art. Jake also had a really nice set of balls on him. When sat down, he always had an eye-catching bulge, and he knew it.

We would routinely shower and change together, and head out into the jacuzzi in the buff. It was all very natural, and very non-sexual. One day, after we’d been living together for the better part of a year, he told me that he had appointment to get circumcised. I was kind of shocked, because he just told me out of nowhere, and we talked about everything. I would have thought he might have mentioned something like that before scheduling surgery and then just informing me of it. I asked him why he was doing it, and he said that it was just a decision he made based on experiences that he had.

That told me that girls had been finding it unappealing, and he was going to have this surgery as an adult to please women. I thought that was really a shame. He commented, “plus, it will make my penis look bigger.” I told him, “Jake, your penis already looks big. It is big.” Then, I went on to mention the fact that he would probably lose a lot of sensation in the tip of his dick from that surgery, and that sex might not be as enjoyable for him after the fact. He had made up his mind, and he was having this done. There was no talking him out of it.

The day came, and he got snipped. He was very surprised at how painful the recovery was. He had swelling and bruising, and had to keep his entire penis wrapped with gauze and an outer Ace bandage wrap for weeks. He had to change the dressings twice a day. In the beginning, it was so painful that he would scream, and he even asked me to help him do it, which I did, of course.

As he began to heal, he also began to get back some of his cockiness (yes, pun intended), and one day he remarked, “hey man, look how we hardly even have to trim down that Ace bandage to wrap my penis and it’s three inches wide.” I smiled and said, “yes, you have a very nice, and very big dick.” He smiled because he knew it was true. I even went on to say, “Dude, you do have a very handsome dick. It was handsome before, and it’s handsome now.” He smiled and giggled and said, “well, thank you.” I finished wrapping him up, and we went on about our day.

Now, of course, he wasn’t going to be able to have any kind of sexual activity for four-to-six weeks until he was completely healed and had been given the all-clear from his surgeon. That’s a really long time, especially at that age! Of course, morning wood was still going to be a phenomenon, and many mornings during that recovery he would wake up hollering because he was hard and the stitches were being pulled at by his own dick. I did feel badly for him, and I wondered if this would create mental trauma for sex down the road.

At any rate, Jake continued to heal and as the month marker approached and he began to feel better, he was starting to think and talk about sex. I thought that was a good sign.

Admittedly, I had been thinking about how much he would cum the first time he busted after such a long period of time without cumming. I mentioned it to him, “Yo, Jake, just imagine how much you’re going to cum the first time…”

He was quick to reply, “yeah, man. I’ve been thinking about that. I cum a lot normally anyway. I can’t even imagine what it will be like after a month or more. I asked him, “so, who’s the lucky girl going to be to get that load?” He said, “I’m not really sure, but I was thinking that the first time should really just be me jacking off, just in case there’s pain or anything.” That made sense to me, but it seemed kind of like a shame to waste a once-in-a-lifetime month’s load of cum on a jerk-off session.

Really without even thinking about it, or skipping a beat, I said right back to him, “how about you let me have it?” I couldn’t even believe I said it after I heard the words come out of my mouth, but I said it, and there was no taking them back.

Much to my surprise, he just smiled and looked at me, and said, “what do you mean, like jerk off onto you, or like in your mouth?”

I said, “well, I mean, I’m willing to work for it, man. How about I suck you off till you cum, and then I swallow it all up. I’ll be your first blow job after your surgery.”

He smiled and laughed and asked, “Dude, you’re gonna swallow a month’s worth of cum?” Without hesitating, I said, “absolutely!” He just said, “bet!” That was easy…

So, we had a plan. Now, I was eager for him to get his all-clear, too. In fact, I had probably become just as eager, if not more, than him! He was going to have his appointment on a Friday — four weeks to the day following his surgery — and we agreed we wanted to do it as soon as he got the green light.

He came home and was smiling from ear-to-ear. I knew what that meant. It was late afternoon and it was bright and sunny outside, but it didn’t matter. Jake started taking off his pants right at that door. The poor guy was so ready to bust. He didn’t even really say anything. He just got naked and sprawled out on the sofa. I went right over to him, and I asked, “are you nervous?” He chucked and said, “about what? You’re the one who agreed to swallow a month’s worth of nut. Are you nervous?” I said, “No, I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

I began by just giving the tip of his dick a kiss, and I looked up at him, into those baby blues of his, and told him again, “you really do have a very handsome cock, Bro.” He smiled, and pushed my head down on it. I took the whole thing in my mouth, and just let it swell inside me. It plumed up so fast, and then I began licking it up and down, getting the whole shaft nice and wet.

He was ready, so I began to suck him properly, and earnestly. I could not believe how fat his cock got when he was hard. He was throbbing, and his cock head was literally pulsating. It looked like an angry beast that had been starved in a cage — and that’s really what it was. The head of his cock became purple.

I made sure to give some attention to those big low-hangers of his, too, taking small breaks from his cock to lick and suck his balls. I could barely manage to get both of them in my mouth at the same time, but I gave it my all. I did even push the envelope just a little further, and nuzzle my nose into his taint to try to get a sniff of his hole. I got pretty close, and took a little lick, but knew not to press my luck.

Before long, he was ready to let it go. He said, “Mike, this is your last chance to pull off.” I began sucking him like my life depended on it. I took his cock all the way to the back of my throat, and his legs began trembling. Then, I felt the eruptions begin. They were actually kind of violent. Torrents of cum were jetting out of his cock and hitting the back of my throat. Jake was making so much noise. He was so loud and vocal, I was sure the neighbors were hearing us.

I could not swallow the cum fast enough. It was leaking out both sides of my mouth and running down my face, chin, and neck. Jake was breathing so hard and was sweating profusely. I thought he might actually pass out. When he finally stopped cumming, I noticed how much I didn’t swallow. I began licking it up. His cum was very strong — both in odor, and it taste. It actually had a “nutty” smell to it. No pun intended this time. It was a very unusual smell for cum. It didn’t smell like chlorine or bleach.

I looked up at him, and asked him how he was. He said, “I don’t think I’m done yet.” I asked, “what do you mean?” He said, “I still need to cum some more.” I went right back to his cock, and began sucking again. He got instantly hard all over again, and we were now into round two.

This time, he took a more active roll. He grabbed my head more forcefully and face-fucked me really good. This time, he lasted a lot longer, too. After a few minutes of hitting the back of my throat with that bulbous, freshly snipped cock head, he announced, “I’m gonna bust!”

And, boy did he ever! He didn’t cum as much as the first time, but it was actually pretty close. It was impressive. When he finished the second time, he just collapsed on the couch. We stayed there together without moving for about 20 minutes. The smell of cum was strong in the air. We had some “pillow talk.” He said he liked it, and I told him I did, too. We joked and laughed about how the neighbors definitely heard us, but we agreed we didn’t care. Finally, he said, “let’s go upstairs and shower off, Ok?” I agreed, and up we went.

When we came down we weren’t sure what, exactly, to do with the rest of our afternoon, and where would we go from here? He finally said, “Mike, want to go grab some food now? That made me hungry.” What a relief! Just like that, we were back to normal. We left to go eat and were gone a for an hour or so. When we were pulling back in the driveway, one of the neighbors was heading out to his car. We were always friendly with them. He just gave us a huge shit-eating grin, and said something to the effect of, “having a nice days, guys, or what?” We both smiled back at him, and Jake said, “we sure are, probably better than yours,” and he giggled. We just walked in the house together. He said, “so, wanna play Monopoly now?”

“Yes, yes I do!” We only made it through one game, and Jake announced, “I’m tired. Wanna take a nap?” I was definitely down for a nap. I slept upstairs, and he slept downstairs. But, as I headed up, he was behind me on the stairs. I turned to look, and he said, “what? We just did what we did, and you think I’m not going to take a nap with you?” I just smiled at him, and said, “I didn’t say anything.” I got in bed, and he crawled in next to me. We slept for a good two hours. It was one of the best, most peaceful, and most rejuvenating rests I can remember. When we woke up, Jake said, “your bed is way more comfortable than mine. I’m sleeping up here now.” I just rolled over and smiled, and said, “I’m glad.”





…

Bartholomew knew he shouldn’t have gone to the party.

But no, he had promised his roommate Nick he would go with him.

Nick had a knack for hare-brained schemes and impulsive choices. He was a sweet guy, and never meant harm, but he rarely thought through consequences— and, annoyingly, rarely suffered them. He led a charmed life. He was cute, just athletic enough to be aesthetically pleasing without being bulky, just smart enough to maintain a solid B average without working too hard. He was chatty and friendly and got along with everyone. He’d have a beer with you, or a hit of your joint, but never really got stupid high or drunk — he seemed to produce an abundance of home grown good vibes and chill.

Consequently, he walked around with a sort of innocent charm that he had no clue about. He was genuinely interested in everything, and was game for all of it if it meant doing something with a friend, but never to extremes. And by the end of freshman year, Nick had innocently fucked his way through about a third of the undergraduate population — without, somehow, leaving a trail of broken hearts and jilted lovers in his wake.

So, a bit of a fuck boy, but one you just couldn’t be mad at. He was just too much fun to be around, and his carefree and sweet nature meant he stayed on friendly terms with pretty much all his exes. He and Bartholomew, however, had never hooked up, despite being fast friends and roommates.

Bartholomew had arrived as uptight and in denial as any freshman, and suffered from anxiety, particularly about physical contact — which had left him with a big fat zero for a love life. But he pushed himself as much as he dared to break out of his shell, and he was good about his meds, and things got better. Maybe something about Nick’s influence started to rub off on him, or maybe it was just that Nick was the social lubricant he needed to feel comfortable meeting new people. He was still pretty shy, but he’d made real progress. He’d also begun to figure out, as he watched Nick go home with boys and girls and men and women, that he was probably at least bi-curious. And when he haltingly revealed that to Nick, he’d gotten a big warm hug and nothing but support. It was not even a shock that when he asked Nick to take him to the LGBTQ+ group meeting, they all knew Nick.

Bartholomew had gone home for the summer but he and Nick planned to room together the next year too. At home, Bartholomew had some difficult conversations — and a much more strained relationship with his family and his brothers in particular. It wasn’t mean, just uncomfortable, and his brothers just didn’t get it at all. His folks chalked it up to being a phase and his therapist was thrilled at his progress, but in the end, it was a bit of a meaningless coming out without having dated boys or girls at all. He’d been glad to return to college.

The first few weeks had been fine — classes were fine, and people had mostly not noticed him unless they already knew him, or he was with Nick (who seemed to know everyone). Physically, he had barely changed since freshman weekend — sandy hair, average height and weight, average build. But Nick, of course, had somehow gained a bit of muscle which only made him cuter. The new dorm had a bit more privacy — they shared a bathroom and a small living area— and Nick tended to wind up in other beds as often as not. And then suddenly, he seemed to pick up on Nick feeling left out, and made a point to stay home a few nights to hang with his bro. They’d agreed that they’d hang at least one night a week, but Nick also prodded him to go out and do something at least one night a week, too.

So when Halloween party season started, of course Nick wanted to hit one or two of them, and Nick was just swept along in the momentum.

The last thing Bartholomew remembered from that night was drinking the punch at a frat house mixer.

Which is why, when he woke up to a very loud noise, he grabbed his large floppy ears and pulled them closed, and rolled over into a ball.

Wait, what large floppy ears?

He sat up suddenly, and his nausea decided to really kick in. He stumbled for the bathroom and barely got into position before he barfed his brains out. When he was sure the demon had left his guts, he pulled himself to the sink and up to the mirror.

And there, atop his head, were two long white rabbit ears.

He squealed in shock and sank down to the floor.

“Bro, you okay?” That was Nick’s voice outside the bathroom door.

“Not really,” Bartholomew replied.

“Are you naked or something?”

“No!”

“Okay, man, coming in…”

Bartholomew didn’t know what to say or do — he just sat there on the commode, staring blankly at his big white bunny ears, which had begun to mirror his expression.

“What the actual fuck,” Nick said, unconsciously reaching out to touch the new appendages.

“Don’t!”

“Sorry man, I couldn’t help it. They’re ….real, aren’t they?”

“How the heck should I know?”

“Dude, they’re your ears. Wait, where are your regular ears?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know!” Bartholomew’s eyes darted wildly in sheer panic.

“Whoa, dude, focus and breathe man, it’s all good!” Nick said. This wouldn’t be the first time he had talked Bartholomew down from a spike. “Name three things you can see…”

*****

A few minutes later, he was at least breathing easier. But he was torn between looking anywhere BUT the mirror, and looking AT the mirror. Nick picked up on that and leaned against the sink to block his view.

“Okay. Let’s think logically.”

“I would LOVE to know what logic could possibly explain this. Go on, try!”

“Hey man, I’m just trying to help. Gotta break it down, right? So, it’s either magic or mad science, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Bartholomew said, deadpan.

“So… did you drink anything? Or, hey, were there any pet rabbits at the party?”

“I don’t remember anything after we got there and I had a glass of punch.”

“The big bowl of that orange sherbet ginger ale stuff?”

“Pretty sure there was a gallon of vodka in it, but yeah.”

“Well, I had that too, and no bunny ears,” Nick said. “But I’m guessing you had a lot ,ore of it than I did. You hit the booze pretty hard from what I remember but it was a really good party.”

“Did I have these last night?”

“Not that I remember. Keith said you walked home early. That was around 1am.”

“Keith?”

“Goth guy? Tall, dark hair, eye makeup?”

“I think I do remember talking to him,” Bartholomew said. And then realization dawned. He’d made out with that guy!

“Ah, now you remember! You and he were getting kind of steamy and went upstairs. I was like, finally! And then later, Keith said you went home. When I got in around 330, your door was open and you were buried under the covers.”

“I barely remember that. Maybe he knows something?”

“Did you get his number?”

“I barely got his name,” He replied.

“Well,” Nick said, “I’m sure someone will have it, I’ll ask around.”

“Nick, what the heck am I supposed to do?”

“Hmm. They’re kind of cute, you know. Weird, but kind of adorable.”

“Nick!”

“I’m thinking! I mean, either you skip class today, or you go in. But we both have Gardner for western civ, and he always asks for a note from the health center to excuse the absence. You could go to the health center, but I don’t think they can help beyond the note. You can try to hide them or make them part of a costume or something. Like those weeb hats?”

“Oh god my life is over.”

“Nah, man. We’ll figure something out. Go ahead and shower and I’ll see what I can come up with while I make coffee.”

Nodding blankly, Bartholomew began to strip and turned on the shower…only belatedly realizing that Nick was still in the room.

“You…you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m not. But I’m also gross and I do need to shower.”

*****

There may have been some aggressive scrubbing elsewhere, but Bartholomew was very careful about washing his hair, and gingerly touched his ears after some soul searching.

They felt nice, actually. And before he realized he was doing it, he found himself gently massaging the soft fur with shampoo. It was calming, somehow.

He toweled off, drying carefully, and discovered quite by accident that he actually had a pretty good range of motion. They swiveled and bent as needed with no real thought or effort, but actively controlling them required a bit of a mental leap.

He also realized they were far more sensitive than his original ears — he could hear pretty much every noise in the house with remarkable accuracy, and even though the bathroom fan seemed inordinately loud, he could still hear Nick working in the kitchen. He turned off the fan and wrapped the towel around his waist, and darted into his room to pull on some clothes.

And then he joined Nick at the counter, pouring a bowl of cereal and an accepting the steaming cup of black coffee Nick handed him.

“Feeling a little better?”

“A little.”

“Here, try this on,” Nick said, tossing his bro a large light grey knit beanie. “I think your ears might fit in it.”

Bartholomew considered his options, and reluctantly tried it on.

“Feels weird,” he said.

“Looks okay, though. It doesn’t hurt your ears or muffle your hearing does it?”

“No, actually. This might work. For now at least.”

“Good, bro, that’s awesome. Now let’s finish up and head over to class.”

When I think of all the men Ive fucked over the years, the best by a long shot is a 67 year old cattle farmer named "L" that lives about 3.5 hours west of me.

We actually met a good 7 or 8 years ago (He would have been about 60, i was 28) boxing day. The Summer holiday season in Aus means the whole country basically shuts down for a week or so between Christmas and new years, and everyone jumps in the car and heads to the beach.

And that was me, I was on the road south toward Tuncurry for a couple of days in the Sun.

I decided to flick on one of the apps, and a very appealing profile showed up...5"7 like me, 85kg, hairy, broad shoulders, muscular arms and chest, shaved head..... Mmm very much my tastes.

Shot him a message, and soon got a response.

"Whereabouts are you mate?"

"Headed south to Tea Gardens, and yourself?"

" Not going that far. I'm staying in Tuncurry for a couple of nights"

"Much on for your day?"

"Not a lot, don't have to be there till tomorrow...Hey nice pics by the way"

"Yeah you too mate "

We soon swapped a few photos, his cock was an easy 9/10.

7.5 inches, a few veins, well cut head, could tell it was heavy.

I asked if he wanted to swing by my hotel room later that arvo and he quickly agreed.

"by the way I'm G.... and you?"

"im L"

I still remember the afternoon vividly.
He came to the door wearing jeans and a flanalette shirt, really emphasised the broadness of his chest
Completely bald but he had these real striking looks about him, blue eyes, big nose, strong jaw. A very fit, healthy and good looking guy for his age, and you can tell he still did a fair bit of physical labour.

But also very polite and softly spoken, He definitely was a fella from the country.

Didn't really hesitate to get our gear off.

He was Hairy with several tattoos, a couple on his arms, one on his chest and a very large one across his back.

I don't know what it was about him, but you could just tell straight away he would be a good fuck.
(Years later when I was discussing my weekend plans, a friend asked who I was going to see. I sent Ls pic, the response from my friend "Well, looks like you're in for a fun weekend"

We both had some nerves for a few minutes (when we chatted about it years later, turns out we both thought we were out of each other's league) but that soon melted away.

Fuck this guy was good! Very Quick warmed up to kissing and his cock was a real hard heavy slab. We 69ed, kissed wanked and soon got into fucking ....mmm great hungry arse on him... you could tell he was perhaps more bottom vers but he had no problem fucking me for my share.
He was very relaxed at that point so i got one of his legs on my shoulder, pushed him other one to the side with my calve and really fucked him hard. He just lay back with his eyes closed big grin on his face saying "mate you take me to another place" and his arse really began to gape.

That was enough to set me off.


I put my Palms on his shoulders, gave him 3 of my deepest hardest thrusts and unloaded in him. Left it in there and moved it around and stayed hard doing that for a few mins. Slid my cock out eventually, covered with a mix of my cum and his clear arse juice.

" By the way if you need a place to stay mate you're most welcome. Do you want to grab a bite?"

He grabbed his bags out of his ute, he's left his bags in my room, and we walk down to the local chippo for some fish & chips.
Had a great couple of hours chatting. I complimented him on his body...."Nah im just average".... At that point we we're walking along the beach back to the hotel
" Hey mate, just stop for a second. Take your shirt off"
Snapped a quick pic of him. He'd been smiling all afternoon and it just made his face light up.

I showed him the pic "See mate, you're pretty tidy for an old fella har har"

"can you send me that pic? Ive needed a good new one"


We had used the dinner break as nice little interlude, and as we got back into the hotel, we both knew what was coming next and we got it as we got our clothes off for a second time....

After a couple of hours, getting a second load out of each other, we settled into bed.


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Part 2 soon if anyone wants it....

Re-edited by me, originally written by JealousBoy

“Oh... It feels so good!”

“Take it take my big cock. Yeah, you like my big cock don’t you?”

My name is Emily. I’m a 24-year-old grad student. My boyfriend Jake is a world class jerk. We met in college. I was a cheerleader and he played basketball (although he wasn’t really a great player). The first time we had sex was really interesting. We had gone to a party together and I had gotten pretty drunk. Jake had been bragging to a few of the guys about his "big dick" (of course there were girls around too) so on our way back to his place I was sincerely curious.

He wasn’t lying.

We undressed in his room. He peeled my bra off. He was pretty rough with my breasts.

“Damn babe. These are nice.” he massaged them in his hands. I’m not a particularly big fitted girl but at 5'6" 100 lbs 32B can look large. He was obsessed with my tits which led me to think that he was a boob guy.

I squatted down to unbuckled the jeans of his belt. When his jeans dropped to the floor I saw a pair of red boxer briefs with a big bulge.

“Are you ready for a big monster?” he said.

I quietly nodded and reached in the waistband slowly bringing the underwear to the floor. Now I had been with a few guys before Jake so I had some idea of big and small. All of my boyfriends since Middle School had gotten progressively larger in the dick department. Jake was no exception. His dick was impressively hard. It stuck out with a slight downward curve, which was perfect for my body. I took hold of it.

“Yeah, babe... Seven inches all for you.” he moaned.

I remember thinking, "Wow... Seven inches, really?”

I bounced on his dick for most of the night so I was fairly sore for the next few days. Over the next two years, we became long term boyfriend and girlfriend. We moved in together while I started grad school.

During this time I had kept in really good shape. Jake on the other hand just kept hanging out with his college buddies. They went drinking almost every other night. I don’t think it’s shallow to lose attraction for a partner, like when Jake lost his tight abs. He holds me to such high standards that I think it’s only fair. While he didn’t have a beer gut I have to say nothing was hotter than a pair of ripped abs for me.

As for his dick, it was the biggest I had been with but I also learned that he wasn’t exactly seven inches it was closer to six and three-quarters but it was still huge compared to my previous boyfriends'. As his gut grew though his cock became less stiff and lost even more size.

Now, back to the present...

I was riding my Jake on our bed. His big dick felt so good after not having it for a few days.

“Baby, you feel so big!” I lied, moaning as I bounced on him.

He picked me up and started driving deep inside me before he dropped me back on the bed. Now, on my back, he pummeled away at my pussy.

“You like that deep don’t you?”
“Ahh, you're so deep!”
“Oh, babe! I’m gonna cum!”

It didn’t happen all the time but Jake usually made a point of cumming whether I did or not. In this case, I had not. He finished up and rolled over entering a snoring slumber just a few minutes later.

I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. Tomorrow Jake and I were standing up in his cousin’s wedding. Maybe he’ll think about a proposal. I thought dreamily.

We arrived at the estate the next morning. Jake’s cousin was getting married at a beautiful country estate that overlooked a private lake. I only met her a few times but she insisted that both Jake and I stand up in her wedding.

We had met most of the wedding party before. Some of them were Jake’s cousin’s others were just friends of the bride and groom. This afternoon would be reversal, prep, and a dinner. Then tomorrow morning would be the actual wedding.

The bride’s parents were surprisingly strict so all non-married couples had to share a suite with others in the party. I shared a suite with a girl named Kelly. She was the sister of the bride’s best friend. Kelly was a pretty girl. About 5'7" really thin with long blonde hair. She had just turned 19 and I could tell she had a bit of a wild streak. For example, when she unpacked her suitcase I noticed slutty black lingerie.

“What did she think was gonna happen at this wedding?” I thought to myself. I wouldn’t consider myself jealous, more like just apparent self esteem issues. Jake surely doesn’t help with that either with all his joking around.

Across the hall, Jake shared a suit with the younger cousin of the groom his name was Kyle. Kyle had just had his eighteenth birthday a few weeks ago. I know because the bride thought it would be good if all of us gathered to meet each other. I knew then that Kyle had a thing for Kelly. Even though Kelly seemed to shrug him off (she was probably interested in older guys) maybe that’s what the lingerie is for. I thought.

I unpacked my things and walked over to Jake and Kyle’s room. Jake was sprawled on his bed watching a game on TV. Kyle was quietly unpacking his own things. I noticed that Jake’s things were thrown all over the floor.

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
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I was sorry to see Patty and Michael go. They had bought their house
across the street just a month or two after I had bought mine, so we all
settled into the neighborhood together. It didn't take long before we settled
into a familiar routine of summer cookouts, Monday Night football, and
taking care of each other's dogs when there was a need. Truly cool people.
Unfortunately, though, Patty got pregnant, and they decided that they were
going to need a larger house to go along with their larger family. What
they weren't ready to do, however, was to sell their old place.

"The lot's just too nice," Michael said one early summer evening as we sat
by my pool, drinking beers. "A dead end street, no neighbors but you, and
plenty of trees. Someday I'm going to knock our place down and build a
real house."

"Great," I replied. "Not only am I going to lose my neighbors, but I'm
going to get a renter, and then a construction site."

Michael laughed. "Don't worry about the renter. He's a great guy. When
he's not in Hawaii surfing, he works for a contractor friend of mine, doing
construction. Very laid back, and you'll be able to borrow whatever tools
you'll need from him."

I raised my eyebrows. "Any tools I need? Is that a promise?"

Michael snorted. "I won't even dignify that, big guy. And I won't tell
Carl you said it."

"Please don't ," I said jokingly. "I might get a reputation around the
neighborhood."

Once I got my first look at Carl, though, I almost wished that my old
friend had said something to him, to plant a seed of an idea. My new
neighbor was tanned, solidly built, and didn't appear to like wearing
shirts very much. Whether he was unloading groceries from his pickup,
shooting arrows at the target he'd set up in the front lawn, sitting on the
porch talking on the phone, or retrieving the mail, he almost never wore a
shirt. And the view was enough to make me want to get a closer look, which
is exactly what I did one morning, when he was out washing his pickup
truck.

"Hey there," I called out as I walked to the end of the driveway to grab
the newspaper, maybe two weeks after Carl moved in. "I'm Eric. I'm sure
Michael and Patty told you that I'm their favorite neighbor."

"Name's Carl," he said, walking over and extending his hand. "And aren't
you my only neighbor?"

"You do have a point there," I said as I shook Carl's hand. "One of the
joys of living on a short dead-end street. So, you all settled in?"

Carl started talking, but I don't think I was hearing very much. Just like
any other red-blooded gay man, I was checking out his fat biceps, his
oh-so-chewable nipples, and his furry belly, and I was trying to figure out
whether he was going commando under his low-riding jeans. It sure looked
that way. I had to will myself to remain calm when he reached up to run
his hand through his short-cropped, chestnut brown hair, giving me a heady
whiff of man-smell from his hairy pit. God, what a bone raiser he was, and
before long I realized I was going to have to excuse myself so that I could
go jack off.

"Well, I guess I'd better go start my day," I said, hoping my hard-on
wasn't too noticeable. "I've got plenty to do this weekend."

"See you around," Carl replied.

I skedaddled back to my house, and before long was pulling on my hard
eight-incher. As I worked my foreskin back and forth over my cockhead, I
wondered what kind of cock he had. My guess was that it was very fat,
probably cut, and plenty ready to rise to any occasion. The only question
was whether he realized everything he could do with his equipment, or maybe
more accurately everything his horny neighbor could do with it.

It would be an understatement to say that, over the next two or three
weeks, I kept an eye on my new neighbor's house. I work out of a home
office, so very little escaped my surveillance. Carl's routine during the
week was pretty predictable. Out of the house at 7:00 am, dressed in
shorts, a t-shirt, and work boots. Back around 4:00, minus the t-shirt.
Messing around a little in the yard until 6:00, drinking a beer or two, and
then some television until 10:00. Weekends he didn't appear to be around
much, and I have to say that my heart sank a little one Sunday afternoon
when I was out doing yard work, and he came home wearing the same clothes
he'd had on when he went out the night before. Carl must have gotten
lucky, at least judging by the smile on his face when he waved at me. Not
missing a beat with the lawnmower, I waved back.

Maybe thirty minutes later, he was out pushing a lawnmower himself,
apparently fulfilling his obligation to maintain the property for Michael
and Patty. The two of us each worked in our separate yards for maybe
another hour. I was taking some bags of hedge trimmings to the curb just
as he shut the mower off.

"Hey Eric, how's it hanging?" Carl called out.

"Hot," I answered. "I'm about ready to go jump in the pool."

"Yeah, Michael and Patty told me you've got a nice setup back there."

"It's a bit of a pain to take care of, but it's worth it on an afternoon
like this." I paused for a second. "Feel free to come over if you'd like
to take a dip."

"You mean now?"

"Sure."

Carl paused to think for only a few seconds. "You know, I think I'll take
you up on that. Just let me go dig out a suit."

I willed my voice to sound very casual. "Well, suit yourself, so to speak.
I usually don't even bother with a suit unless it's mixed company. One of
the advantages of having a really tall fence."

Carl looked a little nervous at my impromptu challenge, but he ended up
following me into my backyard, sans suit.

"Wow, this is fantastic," he said as he took in the tropical paradise
spread out in front of us, which included not just the pool but also a
Jacuzzi and a two head outdoor shower.

"Thanks. It cost a fortune to build, but I almost live out here in the
summer. If you don't mind, could you jump under the shower before going
into the pool? I'd rather not have all of the grass clippings and dirt go
into the filter."

"No problem."

In a flash we had both stripped off our clothes and were rinsing off under
the cool spray. I tried not to be too obvious as I checked him out, but I
couldn't help sneaking peeks at his milky white, hard muscled buttocks and
his short, squat dick, which jutted out from his dense pubes. His body was
pretty much as I had imagined, except for his truly enormous balls. This
boy had quite the sack of nuts.

We horsed around in the pool for maybe thirty minutes before I suggested
that I go get us some beers. I realized that I was hanging pretty heavy
and thick when I hauled myself out of the water, but I just hoped that Carl
wouldn't get freaked out by the sight of a semi-hard dick. By the time I
got back with the drinks and some snacks, Carl had gotten out of the water
himself, and was stretched out on a lounge chair, making no effort to cover
himself up.

The two of us drank our beers and shot the breeze , talking about nothing
in particular, for maybe twenty minutes before there was a lull in the
conversation. Finally, Carl cleared his throat.

"So, Michael mentioned that you're gay."

"That would be a true statement," I replied.

Carl cleared his throat again. "You know, I don't think I've ever known a
gay guy."

I laughed. "Carl, I have to say that would really surprise me. My guess
is you've known plenty of gay guys, but you just didn't realize it."

We were both quiet for a couple of minutes, before Carl once again broke
the silence.

"So, have you ever slept with a woman?"

"Actually, a couple, back when I was younger. I just happen to prefer
guys. They sure as hell give better blow jobs." I decided to take a
chance. "Just think about it. A guy is going to know way more about what
to do with your dick than some chick who's afraid she might swallow
something. Just imagine the best blow job you've ever had, and multiply it
by ten."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my words were having their
intended effect. Carl was quite clearly thinking about the best blowjob
he'd ever had, at least judging by the hard-on that he was rapidly
developing, and just the sight of his fat, fireplug dick was enough to make
me spring a major boner, which I made no effort to hide. Ready to find out
which way we were going, I stood up, and Carl looked over at me, his eyes
coming to rest on my large, uncut piece of meat.

"So, you want another beer?" I asked. "Or maybe you need something else?"

My neighbor looked a little nervous, but he gave me a little grin. "Maybe
you should tell me what I need."

That was all the signal I needed. Trying to maintain my cool, I stepped
over to Carl's lounge chair and squatted down. Grasping his thick tool, I
looked up into his eyes and smiled.

"Why don't I show you what you need?"

Leaning down, I extended my tongue until just the tip made contact with the
little flap of skin on the underside of his dick, where his helmet-shaped
head met his thick shaft. The taste was just awesome, especially when a
pearl of clear precum dripped down onto my tongue. Very slowly I began to
tongue around the ridge of flesh, teasing and probing as I explored. I
have to admit that it was a bit of a struggle for me to stay calm, given
the situation. There I was, being given carte blanche to do what I wanted
with a nominally straight guy's dick. Not to mention that he was one of
the hottest, butchest pieces of meat that I'd had in a long time. I
decided that the only way I was going to hold it together was to focus on
the task at hand, namely giving this guy the blowjob of a lifetime.

I pulled out all of the stops. First I'm licking up and down the shaft,
then I'm nipping at the head, then I'm sucking his balls, then I'm chewing
my way up and down his twitching prick, then I've got him buried so deep
his pubes are tickling my nose, and my lips are sliding up and down while
my tongue rasps like sandpaper over every square inch of overheated flesh.
There was just no way Carl could defend himself against this treatment, and
before long he was spreading his legs wide and moaning like a bitch in
heat. The sheer excitement of making this stud feel things he'd never felt
before made me so excited that I knew that I didn't dare touch my own cock,
or I'd shoot in an instant. I had to be super-careful that I didn't push
him over the edge prematurely, either. I wasn't sure how long this would
last, but I knew that I wanted to keep it going as long as possible.

I think that I kept him right on the edge of shooting his load for maybe
fifteen minutes. Whenever I felt him start to tense up, or his giant balls
started to tighten up, I'd ease off just enough to bring the pressure down a
notch. Eventually he was almost whimpering, begging to get off. I have to
say that I've been in that position before, where your dick is so hard that
it hurts, and your balls are so pumped up that you feel like they might
explode if you don't cum. It's almost torture, except that it feels so
fucking awesome, and you know that finally shooting your nut is going to be
Christmas, the Fourth of July, and New Year's Eve all rolled into one.

I had a plan. My neighbor was going to cum on my timetable, in my way.
This butch mother fucker was going to cum with his cock sliding up against
mine, while I was squirting my own load over his furry belly. He was going
to cum when I was good and ready to cum, and Jesus H. Christ, after sucking
on his fat prick for fifteen minutes, I was ready to cum.

Feeling his heavy balls start to tighten up once again, I pulled off of his
cock and straddled his hips. Grasping my cock tightly against his, I began
to slide my giant hard-on up and down against his. The sudden shift of
sensations clearly startled Carl; he'd grown accustomed to being buried in
my mouth, and the feel of hot dickflesh on hot dickflesh must have been a
shock. Judging by the look on his face, though, and the way his balls were
pulling up into a tight, hard package, the shift in the action had not
derailed my neighbor's impending orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," he groaned as a first fine spray of cum droplets
squirted out of his prick. That was all I needed to see. Powerful muscles
deep in my groin began to contract, pumping what felt like a gallon of cum
out of my balls and into my dick. I was going to cum, and I was going to
cum big. There was no time for a warning as I literally began to hose down
Carl's entire torso, adding my sperm to the milky fluid that he had just
deposited. Thick rivulets of semen flowed across his rippling muscles.

"Fuck, yeah," I cried as I savored the afterglow of a truly fine orgasm.
"Welcome to the fucking neighborhood."

Carl grinned up at me. "This is definitely something that Michael never
told me to expect when I signed the lease. He said you were a good
neighbor, but apparently I didn't really know what that meant."

I reached down to squeeze his cock. "Oh, I can be a better neighbor than
this. You can take my word for it." Or maybe I'll have the opportunity to
show you, I thought to myself.

But that would be another story.

Cool hotness is a type of sexual fantasy. It is hard to define. I could say it's a fantasy where two guys are being both hot and cool at the same time but what does that mean? Perhaps the best way to describe it is to compare it to other fantasies.The typical porn fantasy is one in which the guys quickly get hot and lose their cool. A cool hotness story is one in which the two guys get hot but don't lose their cool.

I suppose most cool hotness fantasies are also straight to gay fantasies but without all the homophobia. I mean that a typical cool hotness story is a story in which a straight person is open enough to do sexual things but isn't horny about it. A cool hotness story doesn't have to be straight to gay but it often is.

I know, that doesn't really clear up what a cool hotness story is. I will start by writing a few sample stories myself but I am hoping that once you get the idea, you too will contribute stories with pictures or videos that fit within the cool hotness theme.

Tlhe greedy one saw, there through the warm dark mist of shower room, the young male who's penis filled the area between his thighs down to his knees, the greedy one made a sound as he saw, and a bit of saliva dripped from his large fat lips, the long fat tongue licked his lips and what his eyes saw was long bloated grotesque lush flesh, what a mouth such as his could for hours suck and milk and molest the fleshy meat, to lick and suck and pull and jerk and excite the veins to finger size and to lick them and feel the pulsation feeding the flesh practically skin splitting suck flesh arousing a river of pre-cum to suck out of it's hole and the young man spreading his legs to offer up his huge vulgarness to dirty old men, yes, you are eighteen now, now you can do the things with filthy old men that you have always wanted to do, men who would take advantage of you and suck your long heavy bloated nuts dry and drink and drink your prick milk to the last drop!

The greedy one moved closer, his own twelve inch penis beginning to way back and forth as he walked, the young man's eyes widened as he saw the horse like flesh, a look of understanding came over the young man's face, a look of knowing what each wanted, the young man picked up his penis and held it up and out like offering his flesh like offering his grotesque huge meat to be offered on a platter of lust! That is all it took, the greedy one quickly got on his knees between the naked thighs of the young man and with a incredible plunge of lust he sucked in eight inches of the young man's bloated huge veined piss flesh with plenty left over,the marathon
of lust continued for hours and the young man screaming and his penis and nuts being yanked and stretched to the max, other naked men gathered around and began masturbating themselves, some helped each other, some sucked and swallowed every drop of milk, and after the greedy one had sucked every last drop of milk from the young man he turned to others and emptied them.

Yes, this was the life of the greedy one, the endless pricks, the endless milk, the lewd dirty men, all for the taking with torrid lust of the flesh, men of filthy perverted lust that could not resist what the greedy one could do to them over and over and over................

All my stories are true. When I look back on my life, (not that I'm that old now) but anyhow, I have realised that I have seen (and experienced) many different things, which I'd like to share. I mean, who else can I tell all these stories to?

I've already posted here on LPSG many adventures I've had, but there are so many more.
I just hope this is the right place to write them.

I've always, from a young age been turned on by hairy men. I think it's because they looked so masculine and virial. Body hair was a sign of "A real Man" so my eyes over the years would radar in on hairy guys.

The college I attended used to organise many trips away for the weekend, in relation to our studies. I'd made friends with a gay guy, and another that was Bi. On one such trip, we found out that one of the teachers I had a crush on, (my friends didn't) was going to come too. Usually, depending on the amount of students going, they allocated equal teachers.
So, Mr. Smith (I'll call him) was in his late twenties, early thirties and was newly married - a year before this trip.
We were around 20yrs old. He was a very friendly, down to earth guy, more of your mate, than a teacher.

Mr. Smith was scruffy. Blonde hair, a bushy blonde beard that went down his neck and joined his chest hair and when his shirt button was undone you could see thick blonde hair poking out around his neck.
Our first night we went to the nearest pub after class and as we were sitting having drinks Mr. Smith came in with another teacher. They said hi to us and walked off somewhere else to drink and chat.
I said to my mates, I'd love to blow him, they laughed and said "What Messy Smithy?" I didn't care, the guy was hairy and quite good looking under all that hair.
Before this story gets too long, the long and short of it was that after the other teacher left, he came and sat with us. Had another drink or two, or three, or four, with us (I wanted to get him really plastered!) We all left and started walking back to the hostel we were staying at. My mate took out a joint. Mr. Smith was sort of, "No, you shouldn't be doing that" etc. etc. We gave him a few pulls and he was already stumbling and slurring his words. We got back to the hostel and we had a few more drinks with him in his room, (we were well stocked, and he couldn't put up an argument for us to be in his room) we all sat on his bed chatting etc. etc. He finally passed out on the bed.
I looked at my mates, they automatically said "NO! NO!" it was my only chance. I opened his shirt buttons and this forest of blonde, thick hair was exposed. Nice pink nipples. I sucked his nipples a bit and licked his hairy chest. I looked to see if there was any reaction, but no, he was out for the count!
My mates were by the door nodding no no no, but I didn't stop.
I undone the zip of his jeans and pulled them down a bit. The hair was continuing down into his pants. I pulled them down and my heart beating fast, as I saw the wildest, bushiest crotch I'd ever seen! Thick, natural dark blonde hair, his crotch was just a mass of hair, you could just about see his skin. His pink cock was limp, uncut and his pink balls, covered in thick hair was a sight for sore eyes. I so wanted to blow him, but.........would he even get hard? I sniffed his crotch, ran my hands all over his bush and then decided I couldn't go further. We zipped him up, done up his buttons and quietly crept out.
Till today, I think of him, and if only!

I'll write another one of my experiences soon.
Any questions, please feel free to ask.

A new entry

How college guys behave naked

Colson had always found his gym coach, Norman, to be a bit of a handful. At 43, Norman was a muscular, strict and controlling man who pushed his students to their limits. His short temper often flared, barking orders at the young men who trained under his watchful eye. But despite Norman's gruff demeanor, Colson couldn't help but be drawn to him.

It wasn't just the way Norman's muscles rippled beneath his tight tank tops and shorts as he demonstrated the various weightlifting techniques. Nor was it the way his chiseled abs and powerful thighs seemed to be sculpted from pure granite. No, Colson's infatuation ran deeper than that. He loved to stare at his coach's shapely ass, the way it clenched and flexed with each movement.

Colson would often find himself lost in daydreams during their training sessions, imagining what it would feel like to bury his face between those two perfect globes of flesh. He longed to taste Norman's most intimate place, to run his tongue along the sensitive crevice and feel his coach shudder with pleasure.

But of course, Colson knew such fantasies could never come true. Norman was his coach, over twice his age, and had never given any indication that he returned Colson's desires. So the 20-year-old college student contented himself with stealing furtive glances at Norman's incredible body whenever the man's back was turned.

One particularly warm summer afternoon found Colson and Norman as the only two occupants in the gym. The rest of the team had already gone home for the day, but Colson wanted to get in some extra reps to try and impress his coach. Norman, ever the perfectionist, had agreed to stay and supervise.

As Colson lay on a bench, gazing up at the ceiling, he felt the sudden weight of Norman's stare upon him. He glanced over and his eyes widened at the sight of his coach standing mere inches away, his crotch level with Colson's face. Norman's shorts were loose today, the waistband dipping low to reveal the tantalizing V of muscle that led down to his groin.

"Something on your mind, boy?" Norman growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You've been staring at me all day."

Colson's cheeks flushed hotly and he quickly averted his eyes. "No, Coach, I was just... just thinking about my form. Making sure I'm doing this right."

Norman snorted. "Is that so? Well, let me take a closer look then." Before Colson could react, Norman reached down and grabbed the young man's chin, forcing him to meet his intense gaze. "You like watching me, don't you? I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. Like you want to eat me alive."

Colson's mouth went dry at the blatant accusations in his coach's words. He tried to pull away, but Norman's grip was like iron. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered weakly.

"Bullshit," Norman snapped. "I've seen you staring at my ass, boy. You think I don't notice the way your eyes follow me around the gym? The way you lick your lips whenever I bend over? Don't try to deny it."

Colson's heart pounded in his chest as a confusing mix of emotions swirled through him - fear, arousal, shame and excitement all jumbled together. He had been so sure he was being subtle, that his desires were hidden. How had Norman seen so clearly through his facade?

"I... I don't know why you're saying these things," Colson whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable..."

"Uncomfortable?" Norman let out a harsh bark of laughter. "Boy, I'm not uncomfortable. I'm turned on. Knowing that my star pupil wants to bury his face in my ass? Fuck, that's hot."

Colson's eyes widened at the crude words, a bolt of pure lust shooting straight to his cock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You... you want that? Want me to..."

"I want you to shut up and put that pretty mouth of yours to good use," Norman said, his voice a dark purr. "Get on your knees, boy. Show me how badly you want to taste your coach's sweet hole."

Almost in a trance, Colson sat up and slid off the bench to kneel on the floor. He couldn't believe this was really happening, that his wildest fantasies were coming true. With shaking hands, he reached out to grasp the firm globes of Norman's ass, pulling the man's shorts down his thick thighs.

His coach's hole was even more perfect up close, the tight pink pucker winking at him invitingly. Colson leaned in, breathing in the heady musk of Norman's most intimate place. Unable to hold back any longer, he extended his tongue and gave the man's hole a long, slow lick.

Norman groaned, his hands coming down to tangle in Colson's hair. "Fuck, that's it," he grunted. "Eat my ass, boy. Make me feel good."

Lost in a haze of lust, Colson obeyed, his tongue delving deep to lap at Norman's hole. He reveled in the taste of his coach's skin, the way the man's body yielded to his greedy mouth. Norman's moans and curses were like music to his ears, spurring him on as he tongue-fucked the older man's ass with wanton abandon.

For long minutes Colson lost himself in his task, his own desires forgotten as he focused solely on bringing pleasure to his coach. He could feel Norman's cock throbbing against his cheek, smearing pre-cum on his skin, but he didn't dare touch it. This moment was all about worshiping Norman's incredible hole, giving the man the satisfaction he so craved.

Finally, Norman pulled away, his chest heaving. "Enough," he panted. "I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours now. Open up, boy."

Colson scrambled to obey, parting his lips wide as Norman grasped his own cock and guided it past them. The thick, musky length slid over his tongue and hit the back of his throat, making him gag. But he didn't dare pull away, relaxing his jaw to take Norman deeper.

Norman set a brutal pace, fucking into Colson's mouth with short, sharp thrusts. The younger man could only take him, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he was used for his coach's pleasure.

It wasn't long before Norman reached his peak, his cock pulsing as he shot his load down Colson's throat. The younger man swallowed it all, greedy for every drop of his coach's essence.

As Norman pulled out, tucking himself away, Colson sat back on his heels, panting. His own cock was rock hard and throbbing, a damp spot darkening the front of his shorts. But he knew better than to touch himself, not without permission.

Norman looked down at him, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. "You did well, boy," he rumbled. "Keep this between us and maybe I'll let you eat my ass again sometime. Now get out of here and don't be late for our next session."

Colson could only nod, scrambling to his feet and hurrying out of the gym without a word. His mind reeled, trying to process what had just happened. He had finally gotten a taste of his coach's sweet hole... and he knew it wouldn't be the last.