Back in college, there was a favorite old gym, near the mammoth college Football stadium on campus. This building was a favorite haunt, as it was Old and not crowded at all, so it wasn't difficult to find opportunities for some hot sex with other guys. Talk about a multi-purpose building!

My favorite episode was when I found the small men's room located near the backstage of the building's auditorium - which also adjoined the gymnasium. I found it quite by accident one day after an instructional volleyball class, and figured I would try it out some time.

I happened to be between classes one balmy spring day, and decided to go haunt the locker room and see if anything turned up. This locker room has a couple of changing rooms, with a three-stall set-up - it was unusual, but quite handy! Two of the stalls had nice glory holes built in, and the doors went almost to the floor, as did the walls - you either had to use the glory hole or join the other guy in the stall to get action. As it was not frequently used, this place was quiet except for guys looking for fun!

Anyway, I was in the last stall waiting on some action, and eagerly awaited what I might find when the next stall became occupied. I played it cool, as this was the South. He sat down and I could make out his hairy legs through the generous sized hole, but was careful about checking out the other guy - I didn't want to risk an attack.

I decided to hazard another look, and while slowly rubbing my hard cock, I could see that the other guy had a nice hot build, and was slowly stroking his rod. MMM! It was a nice thick one, about 7" and uncut. I could not see his whole face (I am a face man) but could make out the rough beard – he didn't shave today. As he leaned over, I nearly blew my mind - it was the star quarterback on the football team! I could hardly believe my eyes - this guy was already being drafted by the NFL team in Washington for big bucks - why was he here when he could buy any hot stud he wanted to service him!

He stood up and moved close enough for me to get a close view of his hot cock - and his treasure trail since he lifted his polo shirt and was waving that hot cock right in front of me. "Suck it" was his command, and being that I was a loyal fan, I did as I was told. I licked the large mushroom helmet head of that stud meat, and savored the satiny smooth, sweet taste of his pre-cum. He began pumping that hot stick deep into my mouth while he grabbed the top of the stall wall. I kept on sucking while playing with my own hard cock, pumping away while I sucked for all I was worth.

Suddenly, he pulled away and turned around - I looked to se what he was up to, and though "what an asshole - I wasn't done yet!" I was even more delighted to see he has taken off his shorts and bent over and placed his asshole against the whole for me to munch. MMM! That tasty, musky jock hole was just what I needed! I shoved my tongue in deep and rimmed that hot QB's manhole for all I was worth - I thought I would get a neck-ache as hard as I was drilling that hot hole! He was spreading his ass with both hands and moaning "YEAH! Shove that tongue up there real good! MAN, that is what I been wanting!"

What I hadn't noticed is that another football player came in the door at the other end of the locker room - obviously, he had decided to get some of the action and quietly moved to stand just outside my stall door while I was distracted. This big hairy lineman had whipped his hot cock out and was jacking it good while I ate my favorite quarterback's asshole. "Mind if I come in and fuck you while you work his hole?" was all I needed to hear. I flipped the latch open, and this monster of a lineman moved into range. I only needed a moment to get off the toilet and reposition so I could continue making the QB moan and groan while I bent over and spread my ass for this big blonde lug. Spring fever had definitely gotten the student body hot and horny!

I braced for the man meat invasion of my ass, while the QB has turned back around and was letting me tongue his cock. As the lineman slowly started fucking my hole, tugging on my nips while fucking me hard and deep, the QB thrust three times deep into my throat, dumping his hot load of cum into my gullet. This was all I needed, as tasting the cum of the man I had fantasized over pushed me over the edge, and I sprayed my load on the wall behind the toilet, and my ass clinching around the lineman cock caused him to blast his hot load up my ass while he roared quietly into my ear, sucking and licking my ear lobe. While I was recovering from blasting my load, the lineman pulled out and was kissing the QB, who has redressed and moved to stand just outside of my stall.

"Care to move this to a safer place, guys?" He said. "You lead the way,
Heath" was all I needed to hear from the lineman, and off we went.

I had been contemplating getting my first tattoo for years. I was just waiting for the right artist to do it. I was very specific on what I wanted. There are many parlors in Indianapolis, but I just didn't feel comfortable.

I had given up, until I met Gary.

Gary was my age, a very talented artist, and very good looking. He was nice enough to meet me at my apartment, and go over his portfolio. He did not work at a shop, he was more freelance. Had his own equipment, and had even done some of his own tattoos.

He was not what most gay guys would consider hot, or even good looking. Tall, very lanky, and the best of all (to me anyway), bright red hair. If it weren't for the red hair, I would have thought he was albino, being so fair complected.

Our first meeting, went very well. We discussed the location, and very specific details of what I wanted. He also showed me his work that he had done on himself, and that got me more excited than the thought of him touching and drawing on me.

He took his shirt off, and showed me his chest and the work on his stomach. There was a large dragon, and the tail went down around his belly button, and disappeared into the top of his boxers. He said "The tail goes all the way down, and stops just about here" (And he took his hand, and placed it just below his cock) I replied "Wow, that's awesome; I'd like to see the rest of that"

He, without giving it a second thought, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and stopped. He said "Could you please close the blinds, I would rather your whole apartment complex not see my ass, and cock"

So, I promptly got up, while trying to hide the ever growing bulge in my jeans. When I turned around from closing the blind, there stood Gary, stark naked, and not trying to hide anything.

I walked over to him, and it was quite apparent that he also enjoyed being naked. His dick was springing to life, and standing at attention, with a bright red bush that seemed to be saying "You know you want to bury your nose in it", but I knew better than to just ask him.

I sat down on the couch, and told him that I wanted to take a closer look at that. He walked over to me, and starting talking to him about the tattoo, when the only thing I wanted to do was put his now throbbing, and leaking cock in my mouth.

He then said something that almost made my heart skip a beat. He said "While you're down there, why don't you just suck my dick?"

Well, being the gentleman that I am, I wanted to make my house guest feel welcome, and without asking him if he was sure, or giving him a chance to change his mind, I opened my mouth, and proceeded to put the sweetest tasting, pre-cum covered cock in my mouth. He took in a deep breath, and put his hand on the back of my head. I reached around, and put my hands on his smooth, tight ass.

He then said, "Dude, that feels awesome, why don't you take your clothes off, and we move our little meeting into your bedroom"

I stood up, took him by the hand, and lead him to the bedroom. When we got to the bedroom, he kissed me deeply, and grabbed my dick. Unbuttoning my pants, and taking my shirt off, all while kissing and grinding up against my ever increasingly naked torso.

There we both were, naked, standing in my bedroom, when he falls on top of me onto the bed. He is grinding his hips, and ramming his cock onto mine, I feel his pubic hair against mine, and his balls are hanging low, flapping back and forth against mine.

I stop kissing him, and say to him, "I love kissing you, but right now there is another organ of yours that I would rather have in my mouth."

I threw him off of me, and went back to work on that cock. I thought it was completely hard in the living room, but as I sucked harder and faster, hitting the head on the back of my throat, he grew bigger and harder. I stopped to catch my breath, when he said to me "I'll make a deal with you. If you let me shoot my cum in your mouth, I'll let you fuck my ass any way you want" (We had already discussed our status, and I knew he was clean)

"Deal" and I went back to sucking. I had been sucking his dick for what seemed like 30 seconds (was more like 10 minutes), and I hear the sound of a guy, who is about to squirt man juice. His breath is short, stuttered, and getting faster. He starts pushing his dick farther down my throat, and he said "I...am....cumming!!!"

I felt his red carpeted cock squirt, spasm, and spray some of the sweetest tasting jizz I have ever tasted. He shot a good 8 shots of baby batter down my throat, and I did not waste a drop. I swallowed every drop. I let his dick slip out of my mouth, and he laid there, recovering from what he said was "A blowjob from God."

His dick was slowly getting limp, and with my head on his tummy, he lifts his head, and said, "I believe you get your end of the deal now. Get on your back, so I can hop on"

Once again, I am not one to make a guest unhappy. I lay on my back, and he said "I am gonna love this cock"

My dick is 9 inches, cut, and thick. Gary compared it to a baby's arm.

He took it like a champ. He was on it, and I was buried in him in about 5 minutes. He sat there, a pained look on his face, and I asked him if he was ok. He said, "If I wasn't, I wouldn't still be sitting on this, just give me a couple more seconds"

My cock was balls deep in his tight hole, and I was trying to think of other things to keep myself from cumming before I got the thrill of pounding him.

He slowly started grinding on me. I sat up; he wrapped his arms around my neck, and kissed me deeply. To me, there is nothing hotter than a guy moaning with pleasure while being fucked, and kissing at the same time.

I don't know why, but I glanced at the clock when he was sitting on my cock, and the clock now read 20 min later than it did before. My balls are starting to throb, and I am quickly getting to the point of no return. I turn my head, and Gary nibbles on my ear lobe, and within 2 seconds of that, I bury it home, and fill him up. He was grinding me so hard, and yelling he wanted more of my juice in him. I gave him a good filling, and he just kept riding, until I went limp. He collapsed beside me on the bed, and said to me "If you can fuck me like that again, I will give you as many tat's as you want for free"


Now, every time I look at my 3 tattoos, I think of Gary, and the hot times we have had since this encounter. He still owes me 6 tats, but its o.k., because we still fuck every chance we get.



(True story, hope you enjoyed!!)

Here is a story I worked on. As I get older, the whole growth fetish seems to be less appealing to me, so I'm thinking this may be my last growth story. There will be sex later on, and female growth as well. It's also finished, so I won't leave it hanging like my other stories. Enjoy!

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So Alex is one of my closest friends. I've known him for almost 10 years. 27, Polish-American, stands at about 5'10". He's pretty cut, but not big, he doesn't have any fat. We make fun of him about it. Light skinned, blonde hair. He's kinda full of himself. But whatever, he's just the focus of a story, the details of his appearance aren't important yet.

The weird thing about this story, is that I suddenly found myself possessing his body. Well, not really possessing...and not really suddenly...

Let's just say, on a whim, I decided to dive into the most spiritual experience possible. I took 10 hits of really good LSD, an eighth of magic mushrooms, and finished it off with a large dose of ayahuasca. Also Peyote. Let me tell you, it was a nightmarish break down of every part of my mind, which shattered into a million pieces and those pieces were flung all across the cosmos, through our universe and beyond, into parallel universes and perpendicular ones and I think a Triangular universe or something. I don't know, I'm not exactly sure where I was.

Was I stupid for doing such a thing? Probably. Would mixing all these drugs really expand my perception? Only Hunter S. Thompson and/or God knows.

All I know is that I suddenly found myself with the ability to possess people. Now, when I say possess, I don't mean, control them. It's more like that movie, Being John Malkovich. Which I never saw. But I know the plot. So I can possess people, and just watch what they do.

Alex was the first person I decided to try it on.

Now, let me get another point across. I'm Bi...ish. Sorta. It's hard to explain. I'm a complicated man. After all, I took a shit ton of acid, shrooms, DMT and Peyote at the same time and suddenly gained super powers. Complicated, eh? Anyway...not to offend anyone, but I find homosexual sex gross. I don't mean "JESUS WILL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU SODOMITES!" gross. I don't think there are any moral or social ramifications to homosexuality. I mean, do what you wanna do, it's your life. But if you do it in front of me, I might gag a little, or grimace and walk away. It's just like...If you see someone spit up a loogey...that's how I feel about it. But, I appreciate the male form. The male form can turn me on, but I'm not attracted to it. The female form turns me on, and it attracts me to it as well. Let me move on, because this part is relatively irrelevant, but does lead to why I choose Alex.

Another thing that breakdown of my psyche seemed to do was give me the ability to grow anyone I possess. Was it just that I'm crazy, locked in an asylum, and I believe I'm still living in my normal life with the ability to possess and grow anyone I want? Maybe. Was it that my consciousness traversed all times and places, within and beyond our universe, and landed in this universe where everything is the same except that I have these powers? I'm sticking with this explanation...I enjoy it more and it's less depressing than the asylum one.

I choose Alex because he is an attractive man. And he absolutely loved that he was attractive. While his confidence is a positive, his arrogance is a negative. But Alex is...let us say he has a weakness. When life punches him, he takes it hard. Really hard. I think his confidence/arrogance in his appearance keeps him afloat. His attractiveness gives him some strength to deal with that. I decided to give him more.

He had just taken a shower, and was in his boxers. He worked out often, and like I said, kept in shape, but wasn't huge or anything. Just really fit. He was admiring himself in the mirror, and I could feel what he felt, understand what he thought. He felt pride in his body, and being part of him now, I felt that pride, too. I began to work my magic, pushing out against his body from the inside. I could see everything he could see. I could feel everything he could feel, physically and emotionally. I felt the pressure all over his body. It felt like working out, except without any of the pain or loss of energy. It felt pleasurable, as he slowly gained power and mass.

He looked a bit confused in the mirror, and took a step closer to it, thinking his eyes were playing tricked on him. Slowly, bit by bit, he was growing. He looked at his torso, and watching as the already defined muscles began to swell up, little by little. Just fast enough for him to be able to see it happening. "What the fuck..." He said under his breath.

His mind echoed "Am I growing?" He looked down, and watching his body swell up. Every muscle in his body was growing, and I felt his skin tightened all across his body, from the tips of his toes, to the top of his head. Another thought crossed his mind, "Holy shit...I am growing!" His heart began to race in the excitement of this awesome, unexplainable event.

I could feel the stirring in his underwear, as he began to grow erect. "This is awesome!" he thought, and pulled down his boxers. "I hope my cock and balls are growing, too..." He thought, eager to see what was going on down there. He was already big, I could tell searching through his mind. He had measured before, being 7.5" inches long, and 5.5" inches around. He stroked his penis, looking up in the mirror, and back down at his cock, as it quickly grew fully erect, throbbing with an upward curve. He could instantly tell it was bigger. He grabbed it, and felt it slowly swelling up in his hand, growing longer, thicker, and harder, with every pulse of his quick beating heart.

"Holy shit..." He said, as I felt his dick swelling in his hand. He was getting extremely excited and happy that this was happening, a huge grin appearing across his face. "Fuck yeah! I hope this keeps going...I wanna be fucking massive..." He thought, as he touched his pecs, feeling a new found hardness building within them. His penis hardened even more. He looked back up in the mirror, and flexed his chest, watching with an intense and deep focus on his body as it swelled up in every direction. He brought his arms up, and flexed his biceps, and looked directly at his right one, watching it swell up right in front of his face. He let out a little, "heh" as his smirk grew wider.

I stopped his growth for now, bringing him to 6'2" in height, and he weight 215 lbs of solid muscle. His heart was still racing, and his dick was still incredibly hard, now at 8.5 inches long, and 6 around. He cupped his balls, and they sent a wave of pleasure through his body. The new sensitivity his entire body had to pleasure was amplified by the fact that his balls felt giant in his hand.

He began to stroke himself, and it felt amazing. His thoughts agreed, as he realized it felt better than he had ever felt before. He passively brought himself close to orgasm, and then passively retreated it. He let out a soft "Ha!" as he thought "Awesome...I have full control of my orgasms...what about my boner..." He willed his penis to soften, and it obeyed his command. He will it to harden, and it filled up to attention. He even willed it to harden even more, forcing it to swell slightly larger. He thought about how awesome it was. He also thought about how, now, he could continously force more and more blood into his erection...would this cause him to grow over time? He began to wonder what could cause this. He was a bio major, and attempted to think of what could make him grow. But he knew mass couldn't be created. The closest theory he could think of was that, somehow, he was pulling in matter from around him, growing him.

At this point, his erection was as hard as a rock, as he subconsciously willed it harder and harder. He began to stroke himself, immediately feeling a ton of pleasure, then paused, thinking of his girlfriend. "Wait, what am I doing?" He said, and grabbed his phone, and called her.

Ok, this is my first attempt at writing fiction in years. I've decided to have a go at a fantasy story so expect lots of elves, wolves and dragons etc. In order to make life tricky for myself I've decided to start part way through the story and then have a flashback so you can see how the main character ended up like this. All characters are over the age of eighteen.

The Enchanters Apprentice

Chapter One

Thomas groaned and repositioned himself against the headboard of the bed. He was currently propped up against several pillows as three of the serving girls from the inn worked hard to pleasure him. Two of them, he forgot their names, were busy licking and sucking on his enormous endowment while a third showered his face, neck and chest with kisses.

They'd only been at it for five minutes or so and already he could feel his orgasm building. While the magical accident had given him a cock that put most other men to shame, he was still a novice when it came to self-restraint. Luckily he now had the stamina to become hard again in a matter of minutes no matter how many times he came. He hoped his new bed partners were equally keen. After a week trekking through the wilderness between Whitehaven and Bede with the rest of the party he had a lot of sexual frustration to release.

Even though he'd seen a lot of it in the past three months, he still never tired of studying his newly enlarged cock. Considering his previous puny member his new appendage was a constant source of pride. Eleven and a half inches of rock solid flesh sprouted from the thick growth of public hair at his groin. There was of course the fact that it was ridiculously out of proportion to his short skinny frame, but that didn't bother him in the least. Partly it was because he'd feel like a stranger in his own body if he'd been totally transformed, and partly because it made his cock look even bigger compared to the rest of him. When they'd arrived in town that day he'd derived a quiet satisfaction as they'd passed countless scores of women who would never have guessed his true size.

His increased dimensions had come with an equally enlarged libido. Every time he passed a woman he'd felt his cock give a small pulse like a divining rod sensing water. He'd found himself fantasising about the female guard at the city gates who had checked their travel papers and wondering whether she was quite so stern as her demeanour suggested.

They'd dismounted from their steads and made their way into the town. Here he'd been confronted by every size, age and type of woman imaginable. House maids giggling and swapping stories in the marketplace, buxom female shopkeepers showing off their wares and haggling with merchants wives. Even an elven warrior, tall and willowy, talking to a hulking blacksmith in the doorway of his shop. His stare obviously lingered on her tight fitting green tunic slightly longer than it should have as she turned to watch Thomas's party once they'd passed and her eyes narrowed slightly as she frowned.

By the time they'd arrived at the inn his fantasising had got the better of him and he could feel the stiff bulk of his cock running down the length of one leg of his trousers. He was glad now he'd take Mallin's advice and had the castle seamstress provide leather padding on the inside. As a result the bulge wasn't noticeable to passing observers. The downside was that it had become quite difficult to walk and he'd been reduced to a strange halting gait. Amaris had asked him what was wrong and he claimed that he'd strained a muscle during the long ride. The way she'd rolled her eyes in mock disgust suggested that she found this excuse all too plausible. While Mallin sorted out their rooms he made his excuses and hobbled off to find a latrine, desperate to relieve himself in both senses of the word.

I wrote and posted this to freegaypix.com a few years back ... thought the crowd here might like it, too.

THE DOCK BOY

July. Time for another summer in Moose Breath, Canada. One of the few perks of teaching these days, the summers off. And it's even better when the family owns an old cottage in the middle of nowhere.

I pulled up to the Moose Breath Marina ready to launch the boat and get the season going. Almost immediately a young blonde girl bopped out of the office. Great. Here we go again. For the last umpteen years the marina had been hiring high school kids to help load and unload boats, and they were almost always surly girls. When you aren't interested in them to begin with, and they don't have a pleasant attitude, it doesn't make for good customer/staff relations, and I usually wave them off. I was about to wave this one off when a few steps behind her appeared Him, The Dock Boy. A quick look and I was convinced I needed help this year!

He was reasonably tall, maybe about 6-ft, with blond locks looking like they were lightened in the sun sticking out from under his marina-issued baseball cap. Firm, smooth, suntanned arms with decent definition, without being huge, showed from the sleeves of the staff marina shirt. The shirt hugged tightly to what looked like a firm, tight body, though his pecs could've been a bit more defined, but I wasn't complaining. And those legs! My lord, I hadn't seen legs like that on a guy in his late teens ever! Solid, muscular, and looked to be about twice the diameter they should have been for the rest of this rather delicious-looking creature. Hockey. Gotta be a hockey player, I told myself. This is Canada, after all.

The girl got to the car first, "Hi, I'm Amy," she bubbled, "and this is Matt" indicating Him. Matt kind of nodded in my direction. "Can we help?" bubbled Amy some more. At least she seemed to be more friendly than the usual help. I said that they could help me, thinking if for no other reason than to have an excuse to be around this Matt guy. As a gay guy working in a high school, I learned a long time ago to suppress any undue interest in the more interesting male students I came in contact with. I was securely in the closet and wasn't about to come roaring out of it, especially at work. I learned to enjoy what glimpses I could get of the cute boys at work, and that's as far as it went. Thoughts of scandal, prosecution, etc. also helped to keep one less than randy around teenagers. However, this wasn't school, he wasn't a student, and already Matt was having an adverse effect on my hormones...

The three of us got my boat launched and gear transferred from the car to the boat, with me making sure that Matt had to carry the heavier stuff so I could see those arms bulge! In handing things back and forth loading the boat our hands would occasionally touch and I was VERY glad that I had worn some loose shorts that day! Matt didn't say much the whole time we were working and appeared to be a bit shy. I didn't care, I wasn't interested in his mind at this point! Needless to say, I got out to the cabin and the first thing I did was jerk off and blew a huge load all over myself thinking of this extremely hot guy at the marina. This could be a good summer...

The summer, as always, was flying by. I had lucked out, though, and Matt was able to help me each time I was loading or unloading at the marina. He was still pretty shy, but as the summer went on he opened up a bit more and we'd exchange the usual idle chit-chat about the weather, idiot drivers on the highways and so on. And after each time I saw him, I'd have a "solid" problem that I would turn into a "sticky solution."

One day in mid-August I was heading for home for a while and of course it decided to rain like hell. It's not fun to load up all your stuff in the boat in the rain, head in, and then load up the car. But, I had commitments at home that I had to do the next day so I had to head in no matter what the weather was doing. I was already pretty wet from loading up at the cabin and I decided that rather than change and put on rain gear that I'd get all sweaty in anyway, I'd just stay in the wet swim trunks and muscle shirt I already had on and change at the marina.

I got to the marina and before long Matt was heading over in a rain poncho to my boat slip help me out. He got the boat tied up and I unzipped the convertible top of the boat, stood up and thanked him for his help. "No problem," he said as he was bent over the dock ring tying the last rope. He stood and turned toward me and kind of blinked, and he maybe even gasped. "Wow," said Matt, "you must work out."

Now, I usually don't go out "in public" in a muscle shirt. I'm not super-built, but I also am no 98-lb weakling and work out when I can and think I don't look too bad for a guy in his late 30s, but I don't usually flaunt anything, either. More of that repression stuff, I guess.

"Oh, yeah," I said, "a little bit now and then." After spending the summer saying next to nothing to me, I was rather surprised by Matt's comment. It also made things stiffen up below decks, ahem, but I think it was hidden in the folds of my swim trunks. Matt seemed to redden a little, looking like he was thinking he shouldn't have made his comment. I tried to put him at ease and said, "I don't play hockey any more so I have to do something to counteract the school lunches."

Matt brightened a bit, "You play hockey? I used to play for the Moose Breath School team! Now that I am out of Grade 12 I am going to help the coach with next year's team." Out of Grade 12? Hmmm, he must be at least 18... I told him that I thought he played since he was in such good shape. That seemed to make him get red again, so I dropped it and we got to unloading the boat. It took me a while to get things squared away in the car and Matt left me to it and tended to his other tasks.

I wanted to change before hitting the road so I grabbed some dry clothes and a towel from the car and headed for the marina's bathroom to get changed. Inside the bathroom I stripped off my trunks and soaked muscle shirt and realized I again had that stiff situation that always appeared after being around Matt. I was considering my options of either having a wank right there in the marina john, or just getting dried and dressed and head for home when the door suddenly opened. Damn! I forgot to lock it!

It was Matt, dripping wet from head to toe. He stopped dead half-way into the bathroom staring at me in my naked semi-buff and rather stiff glory, that was now suddenly getting stiffer on seeing Matt in front of me. He was completely soaked, though he was no longer in the rain poncho, and his official marina shirt was stuck to his tight body outlining his chest and abs, and his shorts clung to his round butt. Water was dripping down those solid legs. I could have cut diamonds with my dick.

Trying to regain my composure, I asked "What happened to you?"

"I.. I.. I fell off the dock helping Mrs. McGruder get her Alsatian out
of her boat."

I laughed. Mrs. McGruder was the resident elderly nut-case among the summer cottagers, and her dog was infamous for his bouts of stubbornness.

Matt started to redden again, staring at my dick as he sputtered, "I... I... didn't mean to ... uh... walk in on... I didn't know ..."

"It's OK, Matt," I said, expecting him to turn tail and flee. Except that he didn't. He stood there, still staring.

"Is there a problem, " I asked.

"Uh, no," said Matt, getting redder. "It's just... uh... I've never seen... it looks like I thought... uh... I... I..."

"You've never seen another guy hard, have you, Matt?"

"No. I've always tried to, uh... imagine what... you'd, er, they'd, uh..." Matt stammered. I noticed that the front of his shorts seemed to be expanding. The wet material clung to every detail of his crotch.

"Come in and close the door, and lock it."

Matt blinked once or twice and slowly stepped the rest of the way into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the lock click. He looked me up and down and then he was staring at my dick again.

"Do you want to touch it," I asked. Matt nodded and reached a shaky hand out towards me. His hand was wet and cool and when he touched my dick I flinched a bit, but it felt like heaven. He lightly ran his fingers around the head and down the top of the shaft, almost afraid it would break if he handled it wrong. Believe me, it was too hard to break!

"Get out of your wet clothes, " I said, "and let's have some fun."

He stopped and looked at me for a moment and then started taking off his socks and sneakers. The shirt was next and I was finally looking at his tight, smooth, athletic torso unclothed. I didn't think my dick could get any harder, but it did, pointing straight out at this marvelous young man. I was right about his tight body, until now only suggested under his shirt. He had a "farmer's tan" from working at the marina all summer in his regulation shirt, and his chest and abs were white and smooth, in sharp contrast to his dark brown arms. Small, brown nipples capped each pec.

Still with a little awkwardness Matt slowly dropped his shorts, revealing his tighty whities. He now stood in front of me in only his wet briefs, with the front pouch stretched to its limit. He seemed to think about what he was doing for a moment and then, finally, dropped and stepped out of his underwear. His cut dick was rock hard, sticking out eight inches in front of him, bobbing slightly to the beat of his heart, and looking like it was already beginning to leak some of the clear stuff.

I stepped close to him and started running my hands down him. I started at his neck and rubbed my palms over his pecs. His small nipples were like steel points digging into my hands. He gasped and his dick jumped as I pinched those little points lightly. I ran my hands over his smooth washboard abs ending finally at his dick. I grabbed his dick and started pumping him slowly. Matt groaned and I was rewarded with a dollup of precome that I smeared back over the head of his beautiful prick. Matt reached down and started stroking me the same way I was working him. Before long I, too, was dripping precome and the sticky sounds of us fisting each other's dick soon filled the small bathroom.

I reached around Matt and while continuing to stroke him clasped a hand on a butt cheek. It was round and hard. He groaned some more. I ran my hand up his back and over around to the front of him. I started working on Matt's nipples again. First one, then the other. He was gasping and groaning and had started bucking his hips into my fist, as I was doing to him.

Following my lead, Matt reached out with his free hand and put his hand on my shoulder and started feeling me up. He rubbed my shoulder and down my arm, pinching and squeezing my bicep. He moved to my chest and started pinching my nipples as I had done to him. I almost lost it right there but somehow managed to hold off, but I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I didn't think Matt was too far off, either. He was beginning to sweat and was bucking my fist with some force now.

I stroked him faster and faster when suddenly he gasped and his dick swelled up even bigger and harder than it already was. I lifted his dick towards me and he started to blow. I pumped him as blast after blast of white hot man juice rocketed out of his dick, the first two shots landing in the middle of my chest, the next couple down my abs, and finally he just flowed out over my knuckles and fingers.

Matt continued jerking my cock all through his orgasm and started pumping me harder. I started to come. As the first shot blew out of my dick Matt reached around me and pulled me to him, my dick and his fist between us. The next few bursts out of my dick shot up between us, landing on both our chests and abs. He kept pumping me until I had no more to pump. I put my arms around him and hugged him, smearing our sticky loads on both our fronts as we pressed together.

He was silent for a while as we remained in each other's arms. "I have wanted to do something like that with you since I first saw you at the beginning of the summer," Matt said quietly, "but I thought you were straight like all the other summer people."

"I've been thinking about you all summer, too, Matt," I said. "I'm glad we were able to hook up."

"Are you coming back before the end of the summer," Matt asked. I told him I would be.

"Can we do this again when you do?"

"Sure thing," I said.

With that we cleaned each other up and I put on my dry clothes and headed to the car, leaving Matt wringing out his soaked clothes in the bathroom. I was really looking forward to "coming" back!!

PROLOGUE

On Tarraga peace had been established after centuries of wars between the planet’s governments. Now warfare was forbidden and the possession of any type of weapon was punishable by death. Nuclear war had devastated large portions of the various continents killing millions of Tarragans. Another effect of the fallout was that most female inhabitants were rendered sterile, incapable of procreation or carrying a fetus to term. Scientists across all medical disciplines scrambled to figure out how to reverse the effects to no avail. It was decided that, before an entire generation was lost and the Tarragan people themselves, a solution had to be discovered quickly.

Doctors in the field of genetics came up with just a solution. On Tarraga same sex relationships and intercourse were considered equal to that of opposite sex relationships and intercourse. Additionally, the people of Tarraga believed in sexual fluidity; if one person were attracted to another, and the attraction was mutual, there was no reason why the two couldn’t mate. The doctors, therefore, proposed the following:

Since men were not affected, those who wished to could participate in a male pregnancy (MPREG) program. Using previously harvested eggs (ova) from females from decades past, male volunteers could be impregnated with a fertilized egg using a technique virtually identical to artificial insemination that had been used prior. Before the procedure the candidate would have to undergo Redirecting, a process where the individual’s solid waste was redirected into an external pouch thus preventing him from needing to have a bowel movement which would subsequently dislodge the implanted egg. After Redirecting the fertilized egg would be placed in the rectum of the individual, thus rendering him pregnant.

With some slight adjustments to the man’s hormones the program, which started with only a handful of men, became a source of hope for the Tarragans. After the first group successfully passed the first trimester of their pregnancy, a larger group then followed. Some of the pregnancies were terminated for various reasons, but the remainder went to full term. The first groups were hailed as heroes and the babies as miracles.

The scientists realized, however, that there was not an endless supply of ova and that an alternative needed to be found. The genetic engineers worked tirelessly and after almost a year of research came up with the ideal solution: in recto genetic manipulation. While a male fetus was developing the rectum his DNA would be altered to allow for the development of a micro-ovary at the back of the rectum. Such an individual would then be known as a Carrier.

When two men mated, if one of them was a carrier sexual arousal during intercourse would stimulate the ovary to produce an egg. Then at same moment the carrier experienced ejaculation the ovary would release the egg, which would pass through a short tubule and into the Carrier’s rectum. When the other man inseminated the carrier the sperm would fertilize the waiting egg and a pregnancy would begin. The Carrier will need to have had the Redirection procedure, otherwise the fertilized egg would be dislodged and the potential pregnancy ended.

The Carrier MPREG program was greeted with overwhelming support and enthusiasm. The first pregnant men were chosen and the Carrier program began.

Part 2: Children of the First MPREG's

Plot: A former construction worker, age 35, gets a job working a farm in a small town, which is maintained for the most part by three young farm hands. While he was considered a stud where he's from, in the city, he's just breeding stock for a trio of sexy farm hands.




PART ONE

Boy, the economy sure hit the skids. I used to work in construction, until the jobs ran out. I first started at age 18, the summer after I graduated. Now, I was a pretty strong guy, but even the weakest guy on the site was twice my size. The next 17 years flew by, turning that tough high-school graduate into a real man. My muscles were much bigger, and much denser, and my hot chest was covered in coarse chest hair. And if life wasn't good enough, I also had a fat 9-inch dick between my legs, which sat atop two plump peach-sized nuts, pumping horse-grad testosterone throughout my whole body. No girl or guy could resist.

But then the company fell through and I ended up getting a job at this farm in a rural town a few hours away.

After a few hard days, I was introduced to one of the farm hands.

"Hey, I'm Kenny," I introduced myself with an outstretched hand.

He grabbed it, and put my vice-grip handshake to shame. Normally, I'm the one who ends up hurting a few hands, but this time, it was mine that was hurting.

"Well, heya there, Ken. My name's Luke, and I lived her all my life, all 18 years'a it. I've been workin' the farms since I was just'a youngin', 'bout fiv'er six."

I couldn't believe he was only 18. He was already about my size, and had a thick patch of dark-yellow chest hair poking out of his shirt, which seemed to be painted onto his broad-chested physique, which started with broad shoulders and tapered down to a 30something waist. He had a messy-looking mop of blond hair atop his tanned face, accented with blue eyes in a doe-like fixation. He was also very handsome, and yet looked more mature than 18. I would have guessed about 22 or 24, but 18?

I helped him bale hay from the morning I met him till about noon, when he brought me in for lunch. He shared the house with the other two farm-hands, who I have yet to meet, and the young Miss Tilly, who owned the farm. She was almost always in town.

Luke went to the fridge and heated up some leftover meatloaf in the microwave. After lunch, we went out to the back porch.

"Boy, it's hot," Luke said, as he began to take off his shirt, revealing the body of a man FAR older than 18. He was about the same build as me, though slightly bigger. His pecs were swamped in thick, dark-blond chest hair, which led down to his perfect abs which were equally swamped. I took my shirt off, and Luke looked at me. I think he muttered 'city boys' under his breath. Perhaps he thought that city boys were weaker than farm boys.

He realized I was staring at him and said, "You'a queer or summpin'?"

"No," I replied.

"Well, on this farm, if you ain't a steer, you're a queer. And I don't see horns on you. And if you ain't a steer, then you're just..."

He moved it real close and whispered..."breedin' material."

Hi folks! Been a long time since I posted an erotic story here. I started writing several different stories over the past year but have not been able to get inspired enough to finish any of them.

I now have half a dozen partially completed stories on my computer, none of which I'm getting around to finishing. So I'm going to try something a bit risky. I'm going to post this partially thought out story and hope the pressure to complete will be enough inspiration to put me over the top!

I've learned from previous experience that it is dangerous to post something before it is finished, because you run the risk of not following through...

But on the other hand, I'm hoping that the act of posting what I have so far here on LPSG will be enough to force me to finish the job! So here is the first installment, hope you enjoy.

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Jennifer was Allan’s first serious girlfriend in college and she ruined him. Allan blamed Jennifer for his size envy.

Al satisfied his first girlfriend for several months during their freshman year… they had wonderful sex and she responded passionately … until one night at a party … Allan caught his girlfriend in bed with a fucking horse hung cunt wrecker. At that moment it was over… Allan soon realized his dick wasn't ever going to be able to satisfy Jennifer again.

Ten years after college Allan still fantasizes about that night he saw a big dick satisfy his first girlfriend. He fantasizes about men with big dicks… women moaning and writhing under a horse hung stud while he jerks his little dick between his fingers.

This is Allan’s story...

Allan and Jennifer were typical wholesome college kids. Like thousands of other young people from Middle America they were relatively inexperienced when they went off to first year college.

Allan was an average healthy young man. He had a pleasant personality, a cute round face and curly blond hair. A little taller than average, Allan wasn’t a great athlete but had played basketball in high school. He wasn’t going to make the varsity team, but could hold his own in a game of one-on-one.

A pleasant boy next door type guy, Al was really smart and planned to major in math and physics in college.

His best feature was his deep watery blue eyes. He never had a girlfriend in high school but did date a couple of times. He had kissed a girl but that's as far as it went. Allan was a virgin when he went to college. He was an average middle class kid from middle America.

The only department where he might be considered less than average would be his penis. His little dick was about four inches when fully erect. On Allan’s tall frame, it looked more like a sore thumb sticking out than a manly cock.

Jennifer was also a first year virgin from middle class middle america. A wholesome girl with smallish breasts. Nothing spectacular, but she did have one very developed feature... she had a healthy libido. Being away from home for the first time, she really enjoyed all the cute boys and found herself getting horny several times a day thinking about all the young men in college.

During the first few weeks on campus Jennifer was checking out all the guys. Going back to her dorm after classes, she masturbated every afternoon. She would often go back to her room in the evening after studying at the library and masturbate again before falling asleep. In the morning, as she listened to the other girls in the dorm get ready for class, she would often lie in bed and finger herself to a soft warm cum. Jennifer loved being at college with all these cute guys... she was one horny bitch.

Jennifer loved all the cute guys in college and wanted them to pay attention to her, but she didn’t want to get the reputation for being a slut. She wore tight jeans to show off her sexy hard bum and always went to class in full make-up and beautiful hair so the boys would notice her.

However, because she was so quick to get horny, the nipples on her firm little breasts would harden very easily. She thought it would be a bit sluttish to show her nipples so she never wore tight t-shirts.


One day she caught the attention of a tall curly haired brainiak in her calculus class. That was Allan.

She caught him steeling glances at her while the professor droned on about a problem at the front of the room.


Jennifer noticed Allan's long fingers drumming on the desk. She liked his curly blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. He wore a clean button down shirt and nice jeans. He seemed like a nice guy she thought.


She asked for his help with a math problem. He blushed but did help her solve the problem. As he leaned over the small desk she snuggled close. She captured her first college freshman. They went for a coffee and then ended up back in her room.

Jennifer and Allan had hot sex every day for several months. Allan would come over to her room after class and they would fuck like rabbits. They would go to the Library and study together for a couple of hours then go back to Allan’s room to fuck again. Sometime Allan stayed over in Jennifer’s room and sometimes she stayed over at his dorm. They would have sex morning noon and night.

Jennifer loved holding Al’s curly hair as he tongued her pussy. He was a great pussy licker. He could make her cum just by flicking his tongue on her hard clit. His long fingers probing her wet pussy.

The slurping sound of his lips on her wet box made her incredibly horny. She loved the feel of his unshaven chin pressing against her thighs as he devoured her pussy.


Jennifer loved to get naked and have Allan lick and kiss her whole body. She would enthusiastically wrap her legs around his head and bang her heels of her bare feet on his back as he flicked his tongue and rapidly drove her to orgasm after orgasm.

Allan couldn't believe his luck ... this wholesome cute little girl from middle America was actually a horny vixen in the sack...

He loved it when she moaned and writhed ... he liked her fingers in his curly blond hair as he tongued her little pussy. He liked her muscular legs drapped over his shoulders as he buried his face in her hot wet box.

He was in heaven.

Tommy glanced down at his reflection in the mirror. He was a well-built jock, 19 years old with an average build, but his “monster” was anything but average. Standing facing the mirror, he pulled his gym shorts up and checked out his bulge. “Fuck, I’m big,” he thought as he looked down at his crotch once again. Even through the shorts you could tell his cock is a 6.5" thick slab of meat, with a visible vein running from the base up along the shaft to the head.

Tommy walked confidently in his college, sure that everyone was checking out his massive bulge. He strutted down the hallway, eyes on him from all sides. All the boys were both jealous and aroused.

When Tommy stepped into his first class, he noticed a slim twink named Sammy checking him out with a hungry look in his eye. Tommy chuckled to himself as he took his seat; he knew what Sammy was thinking.

He couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself as whispers of admiration spread throughout the room. He loved the fact his genetics allowed him to grow a cock this big, and it felt good to have others appreciate it. He would never admit it out loud, but deep down he enjoyed being the center of attention – at least when it came to having the other guys in class checking him out!

After first period, Tommy made his way over to the gym to find an open locker, dropping his bag inside and exchanging it for a pair of gym shorts. He laced up his shoes, grabbed a towel and headed for the court. Along the way, he could feel eyes upon him – more admiring glances from the other boys in the locker room. He tried to hide it, but couldn’t help but smirk as he realized what an effect his big dick was having on them.

After the game, Tommy headed into the shower where he started soaping up his 10 inch cock. He enjoyed the feeling of warm water cascading over it, making it glisten in the light. Even soft it was a sight to behold, 6 inches, perched over a pair of balls that would make plums look small. The sensation of his hands gripping and stroking it as he washed himself was almost too much to bear; his body trembling with pleasure as he let out a soft moan.

Tommy continued to cleanse himself until all the sweat and dirt had been washed away. He stepped out of the shower, allowing himself a moment to admire his body in the mirror.

But it wasn’t just Tommy admiring himself in the mirror; he realised Sammy was checking him out too. He could feel his gaze tracing over every inch of Tommy’s body as if he wanted to remember what he looked like for later on.

He saw Sammy’s eyes linger on his taut biceps and his slightly fuzzy belly, before finally settling on his huge cock with a sly smile full of anticipation.

Sammy stood at 5’5", 18 years with pale skin and dyed black hair. His blue eyes sparked as a grin spread on his boyish face. Unlike most kids his age, Sammy still had the small roll of baby fat around his arms and stomach. That’s not to say wasn’t toned, it’s just his body lacked the definition that comes with regular athleticism like Tommy.

Your typical gothy nerd, cute without being hot, Sammy had already gotten dressed in his JNCO jeans and a loose fitting black and white wollen jumper after the game, where he sat on the sidelines watching Tommy pack out his gym shorts as he darted around the basketball court.

As the bell rang for lunch, Sammy walked slowly towards Tommy, his eyes never leaving Tommy’s crotch. “Hey, Tommy,” he said when he reached him. “I’ve been hearing a lot about you lately. You think your cock’s bigger than mine?”

Tommy couldn’t help but smirk at this challenge; it was time to show Sammy who had the bigger dick. He nodded and looked down at Sammy’s jeans before looking back up with a knowing glance that said ‘bring it’.

“You’re on,” Tommy said with a sly smile. “Ok,” Said Sammy, “Whoever has the bigger cock, gets to shrink the other’s.” And with that, the challenge was set.

Sammy grinned and began unbuttoning his jeans right then and there in the lockeroom. As soon as they hit the floor, his impressive piece of meat came into view – and it was certainly larger than any of the guys in his or Tommy’s year for that matter!

With a mix of awe and amusement. The other guys gathered around, exchanging whispers in admiration. Even the most of the other “well-hung” students were impressed by Sammy’s size.

Sammy’s dick seemed to go on forever, almost as if it would never end. At least on a body so slight. He was a good foot-long hard and his tiny hands would never be able to get around his girth.

Like an oak tree, its root-like veins and trunk of flesh filled the space between his legs.

Sammy’s body looked tiny compared to the hulking mass of meat he was swinging in front of him to tease Tommy.

Even Tommy had to admit that his own manhood paled in comparison to Sammy’s. The mascara’d twink, peeled off his jumper and slowly walked forward, dragging the baggy jeans around his ankles cross the lockroom floor, until his thick cock-head touched down next to the base of Tommy’s.

There was at least two inches of air between Tommy’s head and Sammy’s undefined two-pack. He gave up the challenge and conceded defeat to the twink.

Sammy chuckled, “Guess I got you beat”, feeling a little triumphant. He collected a handful of high-fives from the other boys while they continued to whisper in awe about his impressive size.

Tommy stood there embarrassed, feeling completely outmatched and outdone. He felt a wave of shame wash over him as he realised he’d been fooled into believing he had any chance at all of coming close to matching Sammy’s size.

He dreaded the thought of Sammy taking off even more from his own cock. How much could Sammy possibly take away? Tommy could only hope it wouldn’t be too much or else he would be made a mockery of in front of his peers. He knew that was something he couldn’t afford to do, as it would bring about terrible repercussions for himself.

The other boys soon dispersed, leaving Tommy alone with Sammy - still standing there with his pants around his ankles. His manhood on full display for everyone to see - but now it seemed so pitifully small compared to what Sammy had just presented them with.

Tommy spoke up, his voice shaking with the fear of humiliation. He could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he began to form the words.

“Hey Sammy,” Tommy finally stammered, trying to sound as confident as possible. “I know I lost the challenge but hear me out - is there any way we can work something out so I don’t have to lose too much? Maybe we can negotiate and come to an arrangement that suits us both?”

Sammy looked down at Tommy’s smaller but still impressive 10 incher, and his lips pursed as he thought. After a few moments of silence, he finally said, “I don’t think so Tommy. No negotiation; you lost the challenge fair and square. The only thing I can do is take away from your manhood.”

He could feel tears welling up in his eyes as the reality of his defeat sunk in. He couldn’t believe that Sammy had bested him in this challenge - and now he was going to have to suffer the consequences.

There was nothing more Tommy could do but accept Sammy’s decision and suffer the humiliation of being outdone by someone younger than himself. All he could do was watch helplessly as Sammy took what he wanted from him.

Sammy grasped Tommy’s manhood firmly in his hand and began to stroke it, slowly and carefully, as if he were trying to make the most out of every inch. He moved his hand up and down in a deliberate rhythm, teasing Tommy with each move, until eventually Tommy felt himself getting close to the edge.

Inch by inch, Sammy took away from Tommy’s manhood. Each time Sammy removed an inch, Tommy’s heart sank lower and lower into his stomach. He felt the humiliation of being so thoroughly beaten by someone so unassuming wash over him with each new inch that was taken away.

It was almost too much for him to handle; he knew that if Sammy kept going he was going to lose more inches off his size - but he also felt powerless against the pleasure that was taking control of him.

But despite the humiliation, Tommy couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of desire and arousal as Sammy’s hand moved up and down against his skin. He felt like he was on the edge of coming, but had no choice but to fight it off as best he could.

Sammy removed his hands from Tommy’s manhood and stood back to admire his work. “There,” he said smugly. “That should be good enough for now.”

Tommy looked down at his remaining 5 inches with a mixture of shame and desire. He knew that this was all Sammy’s doing, yet there was something about it that made it even more exhilarating for him - knowing how much pleasure Sammy had taken away from him.

He looked down at Sammy with an expression of awe, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to just reach out and touch the cock of the guy who had so thoroughly dominated him.

Sammy stepped back and proudly showed off his 12-inch monster cock, which Tommy could only look at in disbelief. How could this twink be packing something 2 inches bigger than his own monster. His eyes widened as Sammy grinned up at him, letting Tommy know that he wasn’t done shrinking his dick just yet.

“Well,” Sammy said smugly as he looked down at Tommy’s diminished dick. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a nice little five inch cock there, for now” He said nonchalantly as if it were no big deal - and in a way, for him, it wasn’t.

Tommy felt a wave of desire wash over him as he continued to look down at the size of Sammy’s cock, knowing that there was no way he would ever be able to compete with someone so well endowed. He couldn’t deny it; seeing the huge difference between their new sizes only turned him on more - but at the same time it made him feel even smaller than ever before.

He wanted nothing more than to worship Sammy’s penis, to kneel before it and show his respect for its power and size. But he knew that this was the final part of Sammy’s plan, and in doing so he would only be allowing him to shrink his own cock even more.

He stood there in a daze, unable to move or speak, as he felt the reality of his situation sink in. That was when Sammy noticed Tommy’s hesitation and decided to tease him even more.

“Come on now,” Sammy said in a gentle yet coaxing voice. “You can do it! Don’t be afraid - let yourself go and enjoy this! You know you want to!”

Tommy felt himself melting at Sammy’s words of encouragement, knowing that there was no way he could resist any longer. He knew that whatever happened now would be completely out of his control - but deep down he realized that this was exactly what he wanted, and with one final push from Sammy, he finally let go and allowed himself to feel the pleasure that came with worshipping such a huge cock.

With trembling hands, Tommy got on his knees, leaned forward and let his lips barely graze the tip of Sammy’s enormous shaft. He felt the heat and length of it, and as he began to run his tongue along its length he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure - knowing that this was exactly what Sammy wanted him to do. As Tommy increased the intensity of his licking, he felt a surge of power like no other, knowing that this was the ultimate form of submission.

This was how Tommy worshipped Sammy’s huge cock - not with words or actions, but with pure, unadulterated devotion, reverence and respect for such an impressive piece of flesh - and through it all, despite any feelings of humiliation or inferiority, in this moment Tommy finally understood what true worship meant.

Tommy could barely contain his excitement as he sucked on Sammy’s cock, taking in every inch of its length and girth. His tongue ran circles around it, and each time he took his whole dick, Sammy moaned in pleasure - a sound that only made Tommy suck harder and harder. He went deeper and deeper down the length of Sammy’s monster cock, never wavering or faltering in his worship - because this was what he wanted; Though the act left Tommy feeling like a little-dicked slut he simultaneously enjoyed worshipping Sammy’s giant dick.

As he continued to suck and stroke, Tommy started to feel something else - a heat growing inside of him, a feeling that had been simmering since the moment he had seen Sammy pull down his jeans, but had only now reached its boiling point. That’s when Tommy finally realised; the minute he orgasms that’s the end for his prodigious dick! His hands moved faster and faster as his tongue flicked Sammy’s shaft, until finally with one final thrust from both him and Sammy, Tommy felt an explosion of pleasure so intense it left him speechless.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Tommy slumped to the ground, exhausted and sweaty - that’s when he finally noticed it. With each of his final three bursts of cum, his dick had shrunk an inch each time - it was barely half its original size now.

Sammy looked down at Tommy on his knees with a sense of pity. With one final stroke of Sammy’s massive dick, he unloaded onto Tommy’s tiny cock, shrinking down to an inch. Just as he’d intended.

Tommy felt a mixture of shame and embarrassment as he looked at the two of them, one a gothy twink with an enormous cock and one buff jock with a tiny dicklet - it was a fraction of the size of Sammy’s beast. It was now almost comically small and had a cute little button head at the tip, nearly all his former length and girth gone.

That’s when Sammy finally broke the silence. “Well,” he said in a mocking tone, “That’s what you get for thinking you could compete with me!”

Tommy felt all the shame and humiliation come crashing down on him. He wanted to protest, to scream and shout at Sammy for doing this to him, but he knew it would be useless. He had been completely dominated and humiliated by Sammy, and now had to accept his new tiny cock.

He looked down at his reduced member and sighed, knowing that this was his new reality. But he couldn’t help but feel a little aroused by it as well. The thought of Sammy having complete control over him, and the feeling of pleasure that came with licking his huge cock - it was all too much, and Tommy couldn’t deny that he had enjoyed it.

He looked up at Sammy, who was still standing with his huge cock out, and for some reason Tommy felt a wave of admiration and respect for the twink.

Sammy glanced down at Tommy, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He knew he had won the battle, and now all that was left was for Tommy to accept his new, much smaller dick.

However, as Tommy looked at Sammy’s still-massive cock, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of desire. Despite everything he had just been through, he still wanted to feel Sammy’s cock inside him, to experience what it was like to be filled with something so big and powerful.

But it seemed that Sammy had other plans. He stepped back, still wearing a smug grin, and said, “I think it’s time for you to go now. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find something to do with that little toy of yours.”

Tommy knew he had no choice but to obey. He got to his feet, his eyes still lingering on Sammy’s cock, and reluctantly made his way out the door.

Chapter One: Jane meets Bill

Our story begins on a hot, February day back in 1990. It was the first day of the year at the prestigious Sydney Uni. Jane walked down from Newtown station and, with butterflies in her stomach and eager anticipation in her mind, entered the proud, old buildings of Australia’s oldest university. She had made it. After all those years of studying in a demanding private girls school, shunning parties and loads of lustful boys, here she was, taking her birthright, ready to gain a degree from Australia’s best University and achieve her destiny.

Being eager to get on campus for her first day, she had arrived at Uni an hour early. With nothing else to do, she decided to check out the campus gym she had heard so much about. When she arrived, the gym was packed. She couldn’t help but laugh as she watched the gym junkies flex their absurdly large muscles in front of girls trying to hide their looks of amazement and disgust. Seeing so many fit girls, a slight element of nervousness set in also. In reality, she knew she had no reason to be jealous. As she completed her sets of squats and lunges, every who cared to look could see why also. In short, Jane had a deceptively good body. In normal clothes, she looked like a very pretty, but somewhat innocent 19-year-old. She had longish, brown hair, a sweet, white face and alluring, brown eyes. Her 36D breasts were also very attractive and bulged out just enough in her clothes.

To those who were lucky enough to see her in gym clothes however, her attractiveness went to another level. Despite being very skinny, years of tennis and soccer had given her strong but slender legs and a very large butt in comparison to the rest of her skinny body. No wonder then that Jane noticed a few of the girls looking enviously at her and the boys trying to undress her with their eyes.

As she headed towards the changerooms she couldn’t help but smile. Jane had arrived! Suddenly, however, just as she rounded the corner, the most bizarre thing happened. Two boys sprinted out of the boys changerooms and a third boy came tumbling out after them, fully naked except for a pair of briefs. As Jane looked on with a shocked face, she quickly worked out what had happened. The first two boys had stolen his clothes, obviously as part of a prank. A few seconds later, she had this confirmed as all the boys came walking back, laughing.

“Oh sorry,” the naked one said. “These idiots are always messing around, stealing my clothes. They think it’s funny. I’m Bill. Are you a fresher?”

Bill held out his hand. Jane just stood there, dumbfounded. As Bill was talking, her gaze had drifted down to the almighty bulge in his briefs. The sight was so ridiculous that she hadn’t even heard what he had said. Jutting out several inches from his crotch was a huge mass, filling the entire front of the briefs.

“Oh…Ahh, I’m… I’m Jane. Yes, this is my first day here,” she muttered, still unable to take her mind away from the huge hunk in front of her.

“A pleasure to meet you Jane. Did you have a good workout?” Bill responded, smiling.

“Yes. They’re great facilities. But there’s so many people,” said Jane, slowly getting her composure back.

“Haha yeah, a lot of people like to show off around here,” replied Bill.

“Well I can see you do,” laughed Jane, gesturing to his briefs.

“Oh shit, forgot I was naked haha. I don’t normally go around like this. It’s a bit embarrassing,” said Bill.

“Hahaha, sureee,” said Jane, rolling her eyes subtly.

“Well its been a pleasure to meet you Jane,” said Bill, “I better put some clothes on but I’m sure I’ll see you around.

Jane watched him eagerly as he departed. Bill was relatively skinny, but fit and that bulge was like nothing she had ever seen. She wondered if it was another of his pranks to stuff his jocks. Surely a real guy couldn’t be that big!

Snapping back to reality, she entered the girls rooms, freshened up and headed off to class. Foundations of Law time.

Jane enjoyed her classes and meeting new people, but throughout the whole day her mind kept drifting back to the unbelievable sight from the morning. Something within her needed to know whether that bulge was real.

This is largely true. I'd sent in an abstract for a conference in DC, and then realized I had very little money to pay for the hotel ($250/night wasn't affordable, even though it was the "conference rate"). The pissy hotel reservation guy dared me to find a better price for lodging in DC.

So I found a little hostel about eight blocks from the hotel, up near the Supreme Court building, that was cheap ($35/night for a bunk bed in a dormitory-style room). I enjoyed it a lot. I especially enjoyed seeing a young Swedish bodybuilder type who was here on business: He had a conference to attend, too--but his was on military-grade electronics and located in a different hotel.

Read on for more about what happened . . . .

(to be continued later) :tongue:

Does anyone enjoy MPREG?

I discovered this kink/genre while searching keywords for a book I wrote about two best friends who fuck around at an orgy and one accidentally implants a zygote in the other’s sigmoid colon. The guy gives birth out the anal canal. Yeah, it’s freaky, but apparently there’s a whole host of books on the subject. So much so, they gave it a genre: MPREG!

Ever since I read about a woman with this type of pregnancy in a semi-reputable newspaper, I was obsessed. I was very young. These days it would be a hoax on the internet, but back then it was printed up on dead trees. The article claimed that the discovery of a viable fetus outside the womb opened the door for male pregnancy.

I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Marc pulled his suitcase into the parlor of Waverton with his eyes firmly on the Turkish rugs. Unable to manage a glance up at the carved grand staircase he had been thinking about for two months, he shuffled across the carpets towards the front desk. He should've canceled the trip and eaten the five hundred dollar deposit.

“Reservation for Rosini,” he grumbled, sliding his credit card across the desk.

“Certainly sir,” the attendant said. A tablet was quietly slid back across the desk for Marc to sign, and was soon replaced by a pair of welcome envelops and a brochure, “So I have a reservation for two for the honeymoon sweet, congrat-”

Marc immediately snapped his head up, prepared to give the attendant a withering look. But his scowl died along with the attendant's congratulations. Finally looking forward, Marc found he was not face to face, but had only managed chest-level for the attendant had at least a foot on him. Craning his head up, Marc couldn't help but notice the attendant was built like linebacker. Broad shouldered with massive arms, the man’s dark green henley practically strained against his chest. The sleeves were rolled up past thick forearms, and his shirt was unbuttoned. Marc tried not to stare at the patch of fuzz, and went to meet the man eye to eye.

Oh.

The attendant's eyes were a remarkable slate gray, and yet... they were warm. Marc didn't see pity, but sympathy and a little embarrassment. Marc wanted to say something, but every time he tried to pick out the words, they seemed to get fuzzy. Instead, he just stared, until he realized he was staring, they both were.

“Uh-um.. your room is three-uh ten. Up the stairs and down the hall to your right. Breakfast goes from six to ten. Welcome to Waverton.” the attendant's voice was quiet as he pulled the second envelop off the desk.

“Thanks.”

The suite was magnificent. Of course it was. Everything was carefully crafted and ornate, the perfect example of Gilded-Age splendor. The bedroom had a huge four-poster bed, raised up like an altar. It competed for space with the huge window, and writing desk. Pulling back the curtains, Marc could make out the shimmer of the lake in the evening light, as well as the tulip gardens laid out below.

Marc grabbed a pillow, unsure if he wanted to weep into it, or throw it across the room. He settled for slowly grinding a fist into it.

Fuck. For two months he had planned their three year anniversary weekend, then the week before, Jamie had decided to end it. Now he got to spend four days in a beautiful mansion in absolute misery, because it was too damn late to cancel.

Marc grabbed the remote, and flipped on the television. At least he had HBO.


Marc reclined easily on a grassy hill overlooking the lake. It was dark but the waters caught the moonlight and cast everything in silver. His eyelids heavy, Marc began to drift. Hands moved slowly over his shoulders and across his chest. He could feel their warmth against the cool night air. One hand slid down his stomach and tucked under his belt, tracing little circles on his skin.

Almost involuntarily Marc began to rock his hips,waiting as those fingers slid their way slowly to the buckle and button. Jamie was taking his damn sweet time wasn't he?

God, Marc needed this.

Lips touched him softly on the neck, and Marc sighed as kisses climbed up his cheek.

Eventually their lips met, but they were barely kisses. His lips were hesitant. There was a taught tension there Marc wasn't expecting, so he leaned forward for more. Expecting that tension to give way to hungry kisses. But instead he found only cold air.

It made no sense. Jamie liked to tease, certainly, but he was always so direct. More than a little forceful.

“Jamie?” Marc whispered. Letting his eyes open.

Marc lay sprawled across the massive bed, alone, and hard as a rock. Frowning at his morning wood, Marc reached for his phone and went searching for porn.


An hour later, Marc wandered down the stairs, still fixated on last night’s dream. Despite never having had sex by the side of a lake, the whole moment felt familiar, a strange sense of deja vu. The parts fit together too well for it to be a collection of half-remembered moments jammed together. Some dream.

Marc smiled ruefully to himself. Better unconscious than not at all. It had been weeks since he and Jamie had sex, or much else for that matter. Just a few half-hearted pecks on the cheek. Not quite the same slow kisses…

Marc started getting hard again, and decided to go for a run.

I’m writing a short story (cock growth and other such fun) that will have accompanying DAZ 3D renderings. I write in the 3rd person limited point of view.

Thinking about writing some more of this and maybe publishing as an E-book.

The concept is a guy who's just a dogsbody on a porn set. His frustrations working there and how that influences his day-to-day life.

Let me know what you think and if I should continue...!

Filming



The second-best thing about living in L.A. was sleeping with the blinds open and waking up to that radiant East Coast light.



The best thing, of course, was the boys.



The light slid in razors through the window, almost shaving the perfectly hairless ankles, calves, thighs and pert ass of the boy I’d taken home last night.



He was still clinging to my side.



“Daddy,” he’d screamed last night. He’d finished me off by sucking on my dick like he was sucking his thumb.



Petulant and boyish, he even pouted in his sleep.



I’d picked him up at Boy Bar, almost as an afterthought. I’d been working late and in my job that meant being horny for at least eight hours.



I’d driven there with my thighs wide, like a parody of an American trucker. My dick straining against my Calvins and the 501 jeans I liked to affect, almost again in parody of what a clean-cut American boy should wear.



I’d just needed someone right then. Not usually one to be dominant, I’d surprised myself by walking right up to this boy and got close. I wanted him to smell my breath, my sweaty pits from the long day of work.



“Got someone to fuck you, tonight, boy?” I’d asked, even taking myself aback. Nineteen if he was a day, and straight off the Greyhound to La-La-Land, he responded immediately.



“Only you, daddy.” He murmured, too intimidated to speak louder. We got straight in my car and went back.



Tired and high from coke, he’d slid tediously up and down me for what felt like hours. My neighbour, Geoff, must have heard the whimpering.



The hottest moment was when I’d shocked myself again by binding his knees together and lifting up his legs as he sat on me. Looking in the mirror, I watched my dick pound again and again into his hole, trying to recreate something I’d seen on set that day.



From that angle, I looked massive. I don’t normally feel that way, and it was strange to turn myself on, especially as a top. I suppose it was trying to process what I’d seen experienced at work. Seeing that happening and not being able to join in.



Reliving through him what it must have felt like for Hunter to pound me.



Hunter.



Thinking of his name made me realise I didn’t know this boy’s.



“Hey, wake up.”



He nuzzled and whined again. I didn’t ordinarily go for the whiny boys – no doubt some internalised homophobia I’d have to remember to bring up with my therapist – but there was something about it that played into this power fantasy I’d explored last night.



I slapped his naked ass.



“I said, wake up. You’ll be late for whatever piece-of-shit job you do.” Was I going too far?



No. He responded, I could, saw, with his dick – light-pink, rosy in the morning light and slightly glistening – started to rise and respond.



“I work in customer services, sir. Can I get your name and the nature of your query?”



“No. Shut the fuck up and start servicing.”



He immediately and hungrily leapt to all fours over me. I liked to sleep in a t-shirt and light pyjama bottoms. He lifted up the shirt to look at my stomach and then worked his way down of the slit of my pants.



I sighed – I was already bored, although the boredom got me harder; treating men as disposable, and being treated as disposable myself, always got me horny – and reached for my phone from the bedside cabinet.



I fired up my dating app, not even looking down as the boy slurped at my balls.



There were three nudes, each more tedious than the last.



“Hey, dude.”



“What’s up?”



“Hi, sexy.”



Boring. I couldn’t get excited, except through something a bit kinkier.



The boy at my groin joined the chorus of messages.



“Is that good?”



I yawned. “Keep going, and don’t speak again until I ask.”



I replied to an old favourite of mine.



He sent me a pic of his cock, under the covers. “Wish you were here.”



“Wish you were here, joining this bitch.” I sent him a video of the youth going down on me.



“Fuck – so horny! Tell him to lick your piss-slit like I do.”



I passed on the message.



The next picture I sent was his smiling face, dripping with my cum.



“I think he got the message,” I typed back. “Thanks for the help, bro.”



He sent back a picture of his own cock, slicked with sperm.



“Thank you, too.” I sent a wink emoji and closed the app.



“Okay,” I said, jumping off the bed. “Now get out.”



*



The fantasy of power didn’t last very long. It was really a way of coping with my complete feeling of lack of power in my job. I was a general dogsbody on the set of gay porn films – emphasis on dog, the way my boss, Roger, treated me – and I was the only gay guy there.



As a result, nobody could share my feelings of frustration in the role. Nor could anybody understand that talking to me like shit both made me feel doubly frustrated, and double horny.



I jumped into my convertible – the only nice perk of the job – and went to my favorite coffee shop.



The scruffy young, tattooed barista winked at me again as he passed me my triple-shot, oat milk latte. He was the reason it was my favorite shop. I bet his asshole is as hairy as the deep-v between his flannel shirt.



Tearing myself away – I couldn’t be late again, or Roger would really chew me out for sure – I hopped back into my car, once again having to sit as wide as possible to prevent my semi from crushing against my balls.



I doubt the straight guys I work with have these problems on their morning commutes.



Or should that be cum-mutes?

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I really liked the writing style of the Erotic story author Arthur990x. Descriptive storytelling and hot sex scenes. I really liked his story Jay Earns His A, but unfortunately it left on a cliffhanger. Anyone know if they are still writing? Tried to email his Yahoo account but it’s been disconnected.

I am a little obsessed with this. Imagine yourself lying-down in a relaxed environment. Your lover or partner massage your thighs with baby oil.

Slowly she gets close to your penis, half erect and very thick. She feels the weight, the heat of skin, needs the two hands to wrap it up. Fingers smear oil lengthwise and the big balls.

Up and down caress the cockhead, press the penis's base and stretch their scrotum with soft and slow motions. The massage become in a special handjob.

Who is the dominant and the sumisse?

You do nothing and you receive all physical pleasure, but you are at the mercy of the whims of your partner that drive you on the verge of the orgasm but stopping before that you can ejaculate.

Your lover do everything only for your pleasure, but enjoy of felling a hung cock beating in the hands until at the end the semen overflows abundant and warm between the fingers.

P.D This is a bungling translation, I know. I looking for someone that help me to correct the
translations of longer texts, mainly a text about the females erogenous zones.

Hi strangers!

So let me take you back, highschool. First dick other than mine that I have ever touched was a classmate's at a school sleepover program.

The night after the program, all male students slept in a large conference room w their own sleeping stuff.
I lent mine to a friend bc she forgot hers and I slept with a classmate bc he had brought a foam mattress and he was nice enough to let me crash in his space.

As you can imagine, hilarity ensues.

I was a teen and so was everyone else. As a teen, your bodily nerves are...sensitive, to say the least.

I woke up in the middle of the night because the classmate pulled off my blanket and it was cold. Of course, I try to pull it back but that guy was not budging...

so I REACH OVER and try to YANK it back. Guess what I grab? a pulsating, handful of classmate weiner.

And guess what else? I dont let go.

Palming around his crotch, i size him up and compared his to my own. i was longer than him, but he had a thick shaft and a head that evened out.

With one hand, I felt it up and down slowly until i landed on the head.
It was pulsing while i traced my finger from the head, down the shaft, then to the balls. I then cupped them, sizing each ball up while I felt his entire dick twitch

With my other hand, I cupped my own.
I then mimmicked each movement with both hands, starting from the left and rolling it in my palms and gently tugging them before i switched to the other.

My dick was stiff and was poking into his leg. I pushed my hips forward, grinding my cock head over and over into him and his meaty thigh.

It felt good, reaaal good.

I then started repeatedly palming his dick into his pelvis, adding slight pressure whenever I felt it twitch.

Using my hand, i clamp my fingers around my penis through my shorts and slowly jerked it. I do the same to him, but with a thumb rubbing on his cock head whenever I jerk his cock upwards.

Suddenly, he spread his legs wide, pushing my hard dick towards my body, making me exhale a small groan.

I snap my head upwards to see him put his arm over his eyes. Thinking he might wake up soon, I look down and slowly started to release my grip.

Then I felt his hand grab onto my wrist and placed it back onto his pulsating cock.

He wanted it. And I couldnt disappoint.

I then restarted palming his cock into his pelvis, making sure to pay special attention to the head.

Sliding my other hand into my shorts, i jerk my own while i push my hips forward, making my dick head poke into his thigh once more, the contact with his body and my hand stroking causing a repeated rubbing of my dick slit.

It was driving me insane, jerking us both off in a room filled with people fast asleep.

Feeling him grip onto my wrist once again, I allow him to move my hand across his body. He directed me to his chest, then his belly, and finally his pelvis

"Keep doing that," he said. "I'm close."

I obliged, running my hands all over his torso. He then used his hand and grabbed onto his dick through the shorts, continuing my hard work while his legs continuously closed and spread, making contact with my dick in the process.

I was getting close too, jerking myself faster and faster while trying to matching his rhythm.

With a deep grunt, he pushed his hips upward, letting go of his cock. His thick dick visibly pulsed and throbbed in his shorts, his legs spread and his feet on the mattress.

The sight of him in that position while pumping out a load made me cum instantly, my load oozing out of my dick and into my boxers.

My classmate then slipped his hand into his shorts and gyrated his hips multiple times in the air while jerking himself for a last few strokes, enjoying the last waves of his orgasm. His load was oozing out of his undergarments and down his thigh. A large, thick, and white droplet of his cum was visibly coming out of the head of his cock and onto the outside of his now-stained shorts.

Breathing out a deep breath, he slowly lays back down next to me and takes my hand from inside my shorts and licks my load from my fingers. Fuck.

Remembering this really makes my dick so HARD. Teens are wild, man.... Teens are wild.

For as long as I can remember I've been fixated on a certain type of cock, but there's a very specific kind. I love the kind of cockhead that grows the closer it gets to cumming. I've been with men that can "flex" it and cause the ridge of the cockhead to flare and knob to turn shiny. I think it looks the best when a knob like this is just slightly thicker than their shaft so when the head grows it's even more striking. This pressure for some men can even cause the piss slit to open and if we're lucky precum will begin to leak. Sometimes this can also be achieved by gently pushing an upward facing cock down. There's something even more thrilling about seeing the top of the head when this happens. It's obscenely hot when someone with an already generous cock can flex it and have it grow even larger and more freaky looking. I find it even more arousing when they are close to shooting and the whole piece looks hulked out and shiny like a bodybuilder flexing as hard as possible and when you've seen it and when you have it inside you and you feel it in that moment it's the hottest thing because the powerful meat bat is gripping you from within and completely crushing your prostate while the pulsating, fat head is pumping hot sperm into your belly. I wish it were easier to find more cock flexing videos so I could see more of this beauty. If you're a fat knobbed stud and you have this ability I hope you goon out and blow a load knowing you're the king of all dicks and I wish I could watch.

(all characters based on actual 'scorts, linked below)

Part One : The (Real) Men Arrive

It was finally the night I waited so long for. For my 35th birthday, I had organized myself a gangbang with a group of the hottest guys I'd ever seen. They were all escorts and had been in touch with me preparing for this night. The clock stroke 9pm and exactly as organised, the doorbell rang. The first four guys had arrived. Let me tell you about these four guys.

Kony - gorgeous toned muscle guy; Latino, 29, 5'8. Huge muscled body completely smooth, packing a thick 8.5 inch cock. Bi
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Stive - 28, high modelesque cheekbones and incredably chilsed features. Bad boy look with tattoos, big muscles, mean glare. Intimidating, standing at 6'3 with an 8.5 inch cock. Bi
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Alex - 26, 6'2, 200lb. Giant muscles and a giant monster cock. Latino, with a square jaw and a handsome face, goofy jock-type. Bi
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Rodrigo- 28, 6'0, 210, Latin bodybuilder and fitness model. adorable friendly face, tattoos, and a very thick nine inch cock.
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Two others were supposed to have arrived already, but have texted that they are running late but on the way. Honestly, I'm not bothered after seeing how gorgeous these four were in person. I was naked, except for a tight white jockstrap. Without introductions, I kneeled before the men and they all began lifting their shirts and unbuttoning their pants. Alex was the first one to whip his cock out, already rock hard - he clearly felt confident about his cock, it was 9 inches and incredibly thick, and I immediately began to work on it. To my right I saw Rodgrido's cock flop towards my face. It wasn't as thick as Alex's, but just as long. I sucked his second, followed by Stive and then Kony. Each cock was perfect, but I gave Stive's some extra attention. It filled up my mouth perfectly how I like it - having to unlock my jaw to get the entire cock in my throat.

They quickly picked me up and threw me to the bed. Rodrigo ripped off my jockstrap, revealing my hard cock - standing at only 5 inches and thin - the men began to chuckle at it, approaching with their perfect rock hard members. I don't remember who's cock went where, but before you knew it I had a cock shoved down my throat and another one began to fuck my ass. The men began to take turns on my hole, each one trying to slam their cocks in a little deeper and a little harder. At some point during my bliss, two more had arrived and was let in

Jaher- 25, 5'10, skinnier than the other guys but still defined. Style is very street/urban/straight passing, as are his many tattooes. 8.5 inch thick cock
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Lorenzo - 25, 6 foot, 190 lbs and super muscled. Incredibly sexy tattoos, strong jawline, thick black hair. Large, manly feet and a big 9 inch dick
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Jaher was quick to start getting rough - grabbing my legs and shoving them to my head, so my ass sat straight up, hole gaping from all the big cocks already rammed inside. As I lay on my back, slowly getting used to monster cocks stretching me out, to each side of my mouth was presented a thick, huge cock. I was in heaven, sucking one at a time while jacking the other one off. Another man was holding my legs back now, as Lorenzo had switched out with Jaher and crammed his dick inside me. If at any moment I stopped sucking and troking the guys at my face, I was given a slap and was forced to choke as they violently shoved their long cock to the back on my throat.

I was happy and willing to take the pain of these huge cocks, as they were preparing me for the hardcore action I had in store for me later on. I was eventually allowed to get into doggy position, hands and knees on the bed as the men lined up to take turns on my ass. By this point I was even pushing my hole back onto them, craving it deeper and deeper. They responded in turn by getting rougher, slamming into my hole hard and fast without any breaks. To muffle my screaming, someone grabbed my hair and shoved their cock in my mouth.

I was well after midnight when we got the engine back together. Bill and I had been working on his bike since mid-afternoon, drinking beer and telling dirty jokes and making up stories about which hot local girl or sexy movie star we'd like to fuck. We were laughing, and more than slightly buzzed for hours, but we finally got the engine purring. The extreme heat of the day was fading, but even now we were sweaty and grungy from the day's work. Bill got up to get another beer, and I asked him to grab me one too. “What an I, your slave boy?” he asked, jokingly. “Sure, I just like to watch your ass!” I replied, laughing out loud. Our jokes and jibs had gotten more and more sexual, demeaning and degrading as fatigue and alcohol took their toll. He return and I cracked the beer, taking a deep gulp of the ice cold brew. “Taste good?” Bill asked. “Sure does.” I answered, carefully. Bill smiled and said “I guess you miss the taste of my cock, since I rubbed it over the lid!” He laughed at his own joke. I shot back “I thought it tasted like a little fag.” This went on for a while, with each of us ribbing the other, back and forth. Neither of us willing to back off, increasingly challenging each others manhood, and sexuality. Bill and I had gone to high school together, and now were both working as mechanics, but at different garages. We dated two girls, hot college nubs from nearby, and had always planned to open our own garage, and raise our families in the same town. We were both on the football team, the swim team, and both still hard and toned. Bill was a little taller, I was a little stronger, but were were a matched pair otherwise. People thought we were brothers.
The engine sputtered and roared to life, and bill kicked my helmet over to me, while he strapped his own on. “Let's take it for a test drive” Bill said. He straddled the seat and revved the engine, and I hopped on behind him. Almost before I got settled in, Bill burned rubber and spun out, I had to quickly grab onto his waist to keep from falling off. I heard him laugh. For the next 10 minutes, he turned sharply, launched and then braked heavily, and otherwise tried to throw me off, forcing me to hold onto him tighter and tighter. Finally, we got to a long, straight stretch and he opened up the throttle, wide out. I got an idea, and snickered to myself....As Bill turned and twisted, I lowered my hands on his waist until they touched his crotch. I started rubbing his cock and balls though his cut-offs, at the same time rubbing my cock against the faded and worn jeans covering his tight ass. At first, I did it as a joke, but I noticed that Bill's cock was getting hard, pushing against the frayed material of his shorts. “You fag!” I shouted over the wind and rumble of the motor. “You're getting a boner from another guy!” I laughed. Bill sneered back “You wish! Your cock is so small that mine only seems hard next to it!” Well, since Bill wasn't going to quit, neither was I. I rubbed and squeezed his cock again, stroking in through his shorts. He responded by weaving the bike, and gunning the engine, like a horse trying to throw his rider.
Now, I was determined to one-up him, with a flick I unbuttoned his shorts and tugged the zipper apart, probably breaking it in the process. He swerved hard, but I kept it up. He had no underwear, so it was easy to snake my fingers down to the base of his cock. Bill looked back at me, and said “You wouldn't dare..” So I grabbed his semi hard rod out of his shorts and tugged it until it was fully exposed in the rushing air. I felt the bike lurch as the shock of having another guy touch his cock, distracted Bill, and for a second I thought he was going to wreck. I have to admit, feeling a guys cock for the first time, was like touching electricity. My body shook involuntarily for a second. I gripped it with my hand, feeling it's thickness and heft. It was larger than I thought, from seeing Bill in the showers, and I realized I wanted to keep holding it. Bill was trying to play it cool, but he offered surprising little resistance to my teasing. Every time the bike hit a bump or rough patch, my fist moved up and down Bill's hardening shaft. I was fascinated by the way it pulsed with his heartbeat, and throbbed head time I stroked it. It felt amazing, and so hot, to be holding another guy's rock hard rod while we were tearing up the highway, the vibrations of the motor and Bill's bouncing ass making my own cock respond. Bill started driving easier now, but he turned and said “You keep that up and I'm going to cum all over you, you fag, are you ready for my cum?” The thought of holding his cock while he came, and shot his load, thrilled me, I almost couldn't breath. I never thought I could share something so private, so intimate, with another guy. Remembering myself, I replied “Some guy is making you cum like a man-whore? You must be the gay one, cuming for another guy!”. Even as I said it, I regretted it, but I kept up my stroking, feeling the tight foreskin engulf his fat cock head, then slip down around his shaft. He moved his hips now, rubbing my hard cock with his taut ass cheeks, I took a second to look up at the road, to make sure we still had some room, and then tugged his shorts down further, freeing his huge nuts too. I used my left hand to stroke him, and played with his nuts with my right, while he slowed the bike down to keep from crashing. I could feel his breathing getting quicker, I pulled him closer, my chest against his muscular back. The road was deserted now, and pitch black, except for the single headlight. Then, Bill tensed up his thighs and partially stood up in the seat, I gripped his cock tightly but had to use my other hand to hug his hips and hang on. He started bucking his ass and I heard him grunting and saying “Oh, Fuck!” and I knew he was shooting a big load. A few seconds later I felt his cock pulsing and I felt the hot jets of his spunk pumping through his rigid shaft. It was like a shock, feeling another guys cock throb and pulse like this, and I pumped and pumped his hot load out onto the bike, the street and his exposed, hairy thighs. I felt the sticking white fluid seep down and cover my knuckles and fist, as he slowly lowered himself into the seat again. The bike swayed and lurched, but Bill's reflexes kicked in and he regained control. I let go of his softening cock and flicked my hand into the slipstream, to get the largest gobs of cum off. A few minutes later, Bill pulled off under a streetlight, and stopped the bike. Without turning to me, he said “Holy shit, that was intense!”. I grunted in agreement. We sat on the bike wordlessly, and caught our breath. We were miles from the shop now, not another soul in sight at this late hour, on a moonless night.

The dude did a very serviceable job on my shaft. We put ourselves back together and left the bathroom. He was walking a little bow legged but he told me that was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. I asked him about his wife. He told me that she was 36DD-26-37, very toned and a little on the muscular side, especially her quads. Now this sounded exactly like my cup of tea.
We walked down the beach for about 5 minutes when this totally hot babe, kneeling on a towel starts to wave at us. When we got to the towel, my cock lurched inside my speedo. The dude was not only telling the truth, but she was even better looking than I had ever imagined.
Her name was Denise and her nipples were poking holes in her bikini top. I felt sorry for the fabric that made up her bra because it was fighting a losing battle with those tits. She was breathing heavy when she stood and introduced herself. Her eyes devoured my pecs and she reached out and squeezed my right biceps and muttered oh god. I performed a double bicep flex for her and she rubbed both of my guns. I swear to god she started moaning as she massaged my arms. The dude said that we should get on up to their room.
As we walked, I put my arm around Denise and pulled her close to me. She wrapped her arm around me and people walking by had to think that we were the couple in this threesome. Soon we would be coupling but she was rubbing my stomach. Now my abs are probably my weakest part, but even though I don't have a great and defined six pack, my gut is flat and solid.
When we got on the elevator up to their room, she slid a hand across the bulge of my speedo. Fuck she said as she felt how thick I was. That damn elevator took forever, but we finally got to their floor. The hubby opened the door and I carried his wife over the threshold. Once inside, she was all over me. She pulled my speedo down and started sucking my meat as if she had never had a cock before. She kept moaning about how much bigger I was than anybody else she had ever had. I picked her up off the floor, laid her on the bed and pulled off the bra. Those tits did not move and were perfect. Nipples to suck for hours. When her panties came off, I could see how wet she had become. I could even see some of her female sex juice beaded up on her clit. I had to taste that honey pot.
So I manuevered her into position and we 69'ed while hubby watched and played with himself. She tried mightly to get my meat down her throat, but a couple of inches were left outside. I on the other hand, had my tongue buried inside her snatch. I felt her clit throbbing on the tip of my tongue as I brought a finger to her hole. When I inserted a finger into her cunt and sucked her clit into my mouth, she came right there. Denise raised her hips off the bed and moaned and ground her pussy against my mouth. My balls were starting to swell. Her tongue felt like it was wrapping itself around my cock head. Her tongue found that spot right under the head, you know the one that is so sensitive. She swirled her tongue around that spot and I tried to shove the last couple of inches inside her mouth, but she started to gag, so I backed off. I worked a second finger into her pussy and kept up the suction on her clit. I was rolling the clit around the inside of my mouth with my tongue, while I held it gently with my teeth. I fingered and sucked her into another huge orgasm. Her hips were bouncing off of my face and she ground herself harder against my mouth. Meanwhile I was shoving my cock up trying to touch my tongue with my cock head inside her.
As she came all over my face again, I was swallowing her cum as fast as I could. Her pussy juice was like nectar and I don't ever remember a better tasting pussy. She was working a finger into my asshole as she massaged my balls with her other hand. My balls were on fire and I needed to let my cum go. I was moaning into her pussy as she inserted her finger into my asshole. I tried to hold back, I really did. I wanted her to cum again on my mouth so while I was thrashing about under her body, I doubled my efforts on her cunt. I worked two fingers into her and grabbed her clit and began to molest it with renewed passion. Denise drove her pussy against my face as if she was trying to get her pussy to swallow my head. My cock and balls were throbbing as she worked a second finger into my ass.
Suddenly, both of us exploded together. Denise muttered something around my shaft as the first blast of cum hit her tonsils. For the third time in an hour, my mouth was flooded with her pussy juices. Her clit ground against my mouth as my balls shot load after load into her mouth. Passion washed over us in wave after wave of orgastic delight.
As the last of my cum oozed from the tip of my meat and I sucked the last of her juice from deep inside her pussy, our arms held each other close. We kept bouncing and grinding against one another as the orgasm rolled on and on.
Finally, the emotion subsided and we were able to get ourselves under control. Denise slid off of my body and laid beside me, moaning about how she had never cum like that before. She asked how soon until I was ready for the main event. I told her to grab ahold and see what she found. What she found was my half hard cock starting to rise to the occasion.
We looked over at hubby who was stroking his cock like a madman. I told him to get over onto the bed and get me hard again to service his wife like she needed. Dude jumped up, grabbed my cock and began to suck. Denise just stared at her husband sucking her new lover's cock and I told her its okay because I had already fucked his ass like I was going to be soon fucking her pussy.
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I remember a site from the Tumblr glory days that was basically a daily log from multiple guys (supposedly) that were all at a college. Some of the guys loved in a house together, one or two were RAs, I think one worked campus security. One guy's name was Chad.

But their daily recollections were about the sex hijinks they'd get up to. The guys in the house jerking together. Or the RA catching football campers stroking. The guy that worked security jerking in the guardhouse.

It was pretty hot. Any help identifying what the site was would be greatly appreciated.

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I had been chatting with him online for only a few weeks when we began to talk seriously about actually meeting. Brett had found me on a muscle website on the eve of his 18th birthday, waiting until the next day to private message me. His message was clear and to the point, “ Your pictures and stats are exactly what I fantasize about. Today is my birthday and now that I’m legal, I need a hot stud like you to feed, breed and seed all of my young, virgin holes.”
The message was accompanied by four photos of him in various suggestive poses, each one showing more and more skin. There was something very butch about the young man, who possessed a gorgeous, youthful face with intelligent, old soul eyes. He about 5’ 5 and had a sleek swimmer’s build. Brett’s sensuous full lips and creamy round boy ass completed the captivating image.
No stranger to deflowering cute, tight, unused jock holes of all ages, this teen hottie was indeed a stunner. If you’ve ever seen any Bel Ami porn, you get the picture- think Lukas, one of the company’s earliest and sexiest stars.
Brett was especially eager to talk about my brawny build, my substantial cock and the amount of pearly white jizz it would be firing into his mouth and ass. He was extremely excited when he learned that I was a bona fide construction foreman, and that I had been dominating bisexual, gay and even “straight” men since I was his age. The fact that I was exactly twice his age only served to turn him on more, and I began to feel like I couldn’t let the poor kid down. He NEEDED my sizeable rock hard cock and he needed it badly. Myself, I had not gone more than a day or two without dumping a load in one hot hole or another for almost twenty years.
Finally convincing me to chat with him on the phone, I was surprised to hear the manly baritone booming in my ear. Brett only laughed at my reaction and after a few minutes of talk, we made arrangements for me to visit him. This was out of character for me: living in Chicago I had plenty of twinks, jocks, married and bi men to skullfuck and top at my leisure. To fly to New York would sound laughable to all my friends and fuckbuddys, I’m sure. Nevertheless, in a couple days time I was in a rental car and making my way to Brett’s place.
Brett was grinning cockily as he swung open his door and reached out with a small hand to shake mine. It felt as if my hands were the size of baseball mitts and I feared crushing him with my grip. Ushering me into the house, Brett said, “ I know the place isn’t much, but it’s my first apartment. At least we have the place to ourselves. As I told you, my roommates won’t be back until Monday.”
With that, Brett unceremoniously dropped to his knees in front of me, and looking up at me sheepishly, reached for my buttoned jeans. “You don’t waste any time, do you boy?” I asked, ruffling my hand through the longish strands of his tousled mop of dark hair. “I’ve waited along time for this and I’m over it. Besides, I don’t think anybody could resist such a hot man,” he murmured into my bulge.
I towered over Brett by nearly a foot, as I had been 6’4 since I was in sophmore year of high school. He tugged down my tight pants down and rubbed his adorable face along my crotch. My cock swelled at this, my apple sized head emerging from my briefs. Quickly, it snaked up my abdomen, finally resting several inches beyond my navel. I pulled my flannel shirt off as Brett oohed and awed at every new revelation.
He captured my now fully engorged mushroom in his velvety mouth, humming and moaning with his mouth full of me. This 18 year old was a natural born cocksucker, swabbing my piss slit so delicately, then swirling his long tongue round and round. Brett moved his gaze back and forth from my eyes to my rippled blond furred pectorals to my big cock, which he was doing his best to inhale down to my pubes. I gasped and groaned heavily as his tiny fingers danced along my swaying, cum bloated balls, too big for him to grasp both in one hand.
Lifting his mouth from my cock, Brett said, “thank you for being my first. I just love your huge cock and nuts and can’t wait to taste your cream. Please fuck my throat with your daddy dick,” Brett almost whined as he said this, his voice, however, remaining deep.
Taking his head in both hands, I pulled my spit covered prick from his throat and measured his cute face with it. With my balls tucked under his chin, my angry cock head jutted out over his hair. “You like servicing my thick nine, huh boy? You’re gonna love it when I shove it deep in your virgin ass.” Brett became more worked up at my dirty talk and maneuvered his lips between the muscled globes of my ass, licking me like a pro.
He deftly pushed his tongue into me, causing my cock to ooze shiny precum, which he somehow anticipated. Brett took the dollop of my cum on the tip of his tongue and flicked it to cover his lips. The sight of the young fuck using my raging prick as chapstick drove me crazy. Grasping his head in one meaty paw, I fucked his face like I would my own fists, pistoning in and out of his throat.
The cum loving pig took it like a champ, willing to do anything to please his horny top. “You ready to taste your first batch of muscle milk, huh boy? Got a real big load of hot jizz for you…now open your mouth.” I grabbed my turgid prick in both hands and began beating off over the small teen before me. Brett was stroking his raging boycock at the same time, a healthy 6 by 5er that looked enormous on his thin frame. He lapped at my leaking mushroom like the starving cub that he was.
My fat dick expanded and began to unload into his open mouth and all over his face. I fired countless times into the teen, who slurped, sucked and smacked noisily as he devoured my cream. “Should put a little hair on your chest, eating all that man cum.” I felt hot liquid splashing against my furry, muscled legs and looked down to see Brett’s prick spurting it’s load.
Brett took my still engorged cock and used it to spoon my cum from his cheeks and forehead into his grateful mouth. “Amazing job for your first blow job, boy. You sure my meat is the first to grace your sweet lips?” “Yes, sir. Can I suck you off again sir?”
“I think you’ve earned another load, but this one belongs inside your boy pussy.”
Continuing to surprise, Brett turned around and got on his hands and knees. Looking over his shoulder at me, “I need it now, sir. I’m begging you, please breed me with that huge daddy prick of yours.”