This is not your park scene, with lunch. This is another one. It is warm out, Spring I guess, but not yet summer where the days are longer. We've been together many times. Some gentle, some raw man on man masculine fucking. But all good. I have become your homepussy. Pleasing you at your whim when I can, giving you relief and pleasure at planned times others. But you call me on this day. "Tommy, I need you badly. I must have you, I must bury my cock into you, I need relief. But I do not have a lot of time, I have plans I cannot break. Can we meet in the park at 7:00?" So we meet on the street corner, your smile electric to my loins. Stirring them, causing my balls to almost boil, and my cock to rise -- hard now, so I am tenting, as I was thinking of you all the way here. I will give you anything, such is my love and passion for you. "Good evening, Lover", which I love doing in public! You say follow me, and we walk a deserted path into the park. We get to a secluded part. You look around. "This should be good, Tommy". So you push me into a copse of trees, secluded from the path. Your hands are around me, your body tight to mine. I can feel your firm erection against mine. I reach back to kiss you -- it is an aggressively passionate kiss; raw need. So different from your teasing and gentle and time consuming kisses when we have plenty of time. I need you so badly, Tommy, you whisper in my ear, which is electric to me! Your hot breath, your cheek touching mine is a powerful aphrodisiac...your hands are undoing my belt, you release my suit pants and they fall to the ground, you push my underwear down with both hands. "Take one leg out of your pants, leave the other one on" you instruct, which I do. As I do this, you release your belt, push your pants down, remove your boxers, and replace you hands onto my waist. Your impressive cock, which had me at first sight, again lifts my heart. My back is now to you, clothed, my suit jacket still on. The firmness of your chest makes me feel safe and secure. The heat of your throbbing +9" cock pressed to my warm ass cheeks is, again, electrifying. "I need you so badly, Tommy". I am expecting you to go down and work your magic on my manpussy. Teasing it, worshiping it, making it ready for me to please you. That has been such a pleasant experience for me, each and every time. But you do not. You surprise me. The state of your cock and your need for release is so strong, I can feel it. Sheer, pure, animal magnetism. I am a little fearful, but know I am safe. I feel your cock pass my cheeks and press against my pussy. "I do not have time Tommy, I must, must take you this way now. I am sorry, it will hurt, but not for long" and with that you thrust! And not just a gentle push in, and then wait. No, my lover, this is a full-on thrust, burying your massive cock in me half way. Followed by a thrust again, when you are fully in me. OMG, the pain! It happened so quickly, so intensely, that you are buried into me -- I scream, softly, briefly. My eyes water, I grab a tree branch. I feel your hands on my waist as you withdraw -- "Slowly Patrick! For God's sake". But you do not hear me. Your senses are focused on your thrusting manhood, on the heat and pressure my pussy is begrudgingly giving. "Oh, Tommy, this is what I needed, you feel so good" as you thrust again. My eyes have stopped watering, my ass is not screaming -- I am glad he had the forethought to lube up, I think...as you plunge into me again. My hips are rocking forward with the force of your motion -- concentrate, Tommy, focus on Patrick, on that fantastic man-flesh you love to worship. So I hold myself firm, gently bending at the waist, your hands warmly, securely holding me, as you plunge into me again. It feels so good! Meeting your needs, providing you with relief! Who could, who would do this for you but me, I think, and this makes me happy, I grind my hips and push back onto you, again and again, as your already violent thrusts get even faster and faster. You are like a demon possessed -- like a teenager fucking for the first time, not knowing to slow down for her pleasure -- but your pace remains fast, in, out, in, out, and I start to moan, low and soft, at the realization of the pleasure I am giving you. My moans remind you that I am there, so focused are you on your need. You reach around with your right hand and grab my ram-rod hard cock, forming a ring with your thumb and pointer finger, allowing your thrusts to masturbate me with your hand. If anything you go faster...then you slow down, I feel your knees wobble a little, and you slow further...then one huge thrust into me, as I know you are cuming, and suddenly your cock is slipperier in my ass, you withdraw again and repeat your hard and full-in thrusts three more times, as you empty your raging need into me...I feel it dripping from me. You stand there, spent. Embarrassed at what you have done. You took me savagely, without care for me, so strong was your need. You are still buried in me, which feels so nice. Your hands return to my cock, but you are no longer thrusting, your seed spent, so you reach down in front of me and scoop your cum from my leg, applying it as lube to my cock...well, I am almost there. I would have cum with you if I had known, but who cares. With both hands, you massage my cock, me falling back onto you, desperate to gain the last sensation from your deflating manhood -- and I do. I feel its massiveness in me, your balls against my ass, your chest to my back, and you jerk me off, one, two , three, maybe 10 times, first one hand, then another, slow, then fast, as if attempting to make up for your aggression prior -- and I turn my lips to you and we lock in a kiss, as I shoot my love seed well into the woods.

***This is 90% truth with some minor embellishments for the story. This is my experience.***

I did get to have my wish with one str8 guy while I was in Iraq. He was a friend, I worked with him often, and usually while working on some difficult, hot, in the sun, labor intensive, isolated task our conversations would turn to sex and girls. He was incredibly candid. Completely confident in his sexuality - and so was I, which made for some great conversations let me tell ya. I had wanted to unzip this guy since I first met him. I was 26, he was 24. He had such handsome features, and a playful attitude. I certainly could not help notice how often he re-arranged his junk when we were talking about hot topics.

One time the conversation turned to about how we got a girl off and how he has never had a problem with bringing a girl to orgasm and then multiples after that. He went on to say about how he thinks the size of his dick makes the difference. (My eyebrows raise lol). Since we were being so candid, I asked him what he was packing down there. He told me he had measured (who has not) and had an 8 1/2" long 6" thick dick. I said Fuck dude we are dick twins. He said what; I said I am packing what you are packing. I told him how I too never had a problem bringing a girl to multiple orgasms with little effort.

He was my height, 6'4", but he was carrying a lot more muscle than I was. I bet he weighed near 235 pounds. I was only 215. To see his muscles flex when working was a treat for anyone’s eyes, str8 included. This guy was a magnet for queer eyes though. He oozed sexual energy in his every step and in everything he did. I would not hesitate to say that guys got curious and girls got hot when he was near. I told him we would be an unstoppable force if we tag-teamed girls together. He agreed (!). He suggested that when we get back to the states we would have to do that (!!). I said hell yea. I said let me see what you're working with. He stopped what he was doing, looked at me, and said you want to see my dick? I said yea, if we are going to work as a team on a girl then I want to see it. He thought for about two seconds and said I had to show him mine too. I told him yea of course. So we take a break and go inside a wooden building at the back of our unit's compound.

We were both wearing coveralls, so we had to unzip from the top and literally take it almost halfway off. Although we had the same size coveralls, his were very snug around his chest and shoulders, and the seams strained at his arms. Both of us were shirtless under the coveralls, and only had underwear on because it was so hot. I could not help but notice his underwear was straining to hold his junk in place. He grabbed his already growing dick out and worked it up to a full-on boner in all of a few seconds. He said the last time he compared dicks with a friend like this was when he was 13. I was already mostly hard coming out of my coveralls, but quickly matched him. I moved closer to him and we compared almost side by side, nearly touching. We were really dick twins lol. After a bit of silence he said yes, we would definitely make a girl walk funny for a week after a night with both of us. I could not agree more. I said we would ruin her for any other future guy. He laughed.

I laughed and said how I had not gotten off in a while (big lie). He said why because he jerks off every day but had not yet today. I look him straight in the eye and he looked right back at me, waiting for me to say something. I peered back down at his hard rod lined up next to mine. I think my fascination with him did not go unnoticed; he asked if I had ever jerked off with a friend. Yes! I said, but not in a long time. He said him too. I thought my eyes were dark, but his eyes were nearly black, and it was difficult to not keep staring in to them when he was looking right into mine. I wanted to do more than jerk off - I wanted this guy in my mouth. I wanted to make him explode, drain his balls. I needed this bad. In my head told myself it is either now or probably never. Just as candid as our conversations earlier, I told him I was bi and OK with jerking off. His eyes squinted, looking at me quizzically. After an awkward silence, he asked if I had ever sucked dick. I said do I really need to answer that? Then he says a friend of his back home sucked him off a couple times. (!!!) I said what did you think? He said it was much better than the girls were. He is still looking at me squarely in the eyes, waiting for a reply. I try to read his eyes; it is as if he is saying go for it. I told him to close his eyes, to see if he was willing. He shuts his eyes, leans back against the wall, pushes his hips out. I take that as a yes and I dropped to my knees, letting my hands feel his body as I descended. I weighed his hefty balls in one hand while clasping around his stiff rod with the other, and began to work this guy over.

First off, I had never sucked a dick as big as my own. Now I knew what my past guys and girls felt like with me. I honestly felt bad because this dick was difficult to manage. I could tell he was ready to go, his balls had tightened up, and he was ROCK hard, precum oozing. His breathing had deepened. He had his hands against the wall, helping steady himself. He gently rocked his hips rhythmically, and he let out a quiet moan. He was flexing his dick too cause I could feel it swell when he did and his balls moved too. I am certainly not deep throat capable, so this was not anywhere near a balls deep situation. I really wished my jaw could unhinge and I could turn off my gag reflex for his long, thick fuck stick. His breathing was definitely getting quicker, and he was rocking his hips a bit faster. I continue to use a modest suction and strong tongue on the underside of his rod. It has been about four minutes, and he moved his hands to my head. He was taking a little control, guiding the rhythm and depth. He was a nice guy because he did not force himself too deep - I believe he is aware of his dick's proportions when compared to a mouth. I could taste his precum, so sweet. I got a little bold with my ball massaging, extended a finger between his legs, and gently massaged his underside there. I think he liked it because he was emitting slightly louder moans. I looked up at this guy I was sucking; I watched the beads of sweat roll down his body. It was hot in that building. My other hand had been exploring his abs but again I got bold and went behind him, squeezed one of his buns. He did not resist.

I too had precum dripping, my hard cock resting unattended but dripping on to the floor. By then I had a trail of saliva and precum leaking down my chin. It had been about 8 minutes, this guy was a stud. He was built for great sex and he knew it. I thought he could not possibly last much longer with the way his breathing and rhythm had been progressing. My only warning to him about to peak was his rushed inward breaths, a sudden deep inhale and he yelled oh fuck. I grasped the half of his dick that was not in my mouth with one hand and massaged his balls furiously with the other, applying more pressure with that one finger between his legs. He breathed in deep and then louder says oh fuck again. I felt his dick expand to its max thickness and knew what was to happen. He lets loose. His upper body began to contort; his hands gripped my head more firmly. He let out deep grunt and I felt the first volley of cum moving through his dick, then the familiar warm and salty in my mouth. His body convulsed and let out deep grunts with each spurt, and he tried hard not to fall over. His hands fell to my shoulders, and he placed a lot of his weight on me as he unleashed his load into my mouth. The torrent of cum was impressive to me. It had been a long time since I last had a cock in my mouth, but I remembered how much cum I had to swallow. This guy was a cum producing machine. My mouth was flooded with this stud's life seed, and I had to swallow so it would not leak out all over. It might as well have been liquid gold - because that is what it was worth to me.

I then grasped my own dick, and had plenty of lube already. It did not take but a minute now for me to feel the all too familiar process in myself. I breathed deep, quicker, and felt the cum boiling in my balls, then the incredible feeling of release as I shot my load, a few thick blasts onto the dusty floor.

From my friend, I think I felt six blasts and quite a few spasms after too. He was finally relaxing and I could feel his dick soften a bit, losing its orgasm state of maximum thickness. I was still gently nursing on him and he was still convulsing a bit. I had swallowed everything he delivered. I looked up at him, and caught him looking down at me with a look of complete satisfaction, wonder and exhaustion.

I slowly sucked the last of his cum out, and let his now softening dick rest on his completely emptied balls. I looked up at him again in awe of what we just did. He slid down the wall and sat legs out. I collapsed next to him. He said fuck dude I really needed that thanks. Our dicks were still out, and both of us were grasping our cocks just resting there. He looks over at me and says bi huh. I look back at him and say yep. He looked over at the mess I made on the floor, and said that was a good one. I told him what he gave out was a good one. He asked if we could keep this between us. I said scouts honor. I told him whenever he needed this again just let me know.

We cleaned up a bit, zipped up the coveralls and headed back out to finish our work. It was not two days later when he asked me for help with moving something in the back of that lot. I loved helping him. I serviced his needs many, many times before our time there was up. I cannot estimate how much of this guys cum I swallowed. I got bolder with him, and the last few times I made him erupt, one of my fingers was inside his ass - and he enjoyed it. He always watched intently as I unloaded my balls contents onto the floor. He was polite lol, always thanked me.

Back in the states we were both sent to different places - so the tag team never happened... I kept up with him for about two years but lost contact.

Getting Married - Erotic Story


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John and I had been best friends for 8 years, we had never had sex, only kissed once when we had been drinking. When he told me he was getting married I felt so many different emotions all at once, but mostly a deep sense of loss. I knew I was supposed to feel happy for him, I just could not help but wonder what if..
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It was a few days before the wedding and him and I went out for dinner and drinks. We came back to my house and this is what happened..
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We walked into my house, I laid my jacket on the chair and turned to
find him standing close to me. Without speaking I gently pulled him to me, feeling his chest against my mine, my head tilted towards his as I gave a questioned look into his eyes, a warm feeling embraced me from within. I pulled myself closer into him, he put his hands on my hips and pulled me into him. I raised my lips to his and gently kissed him. His lips parted, and my tongue caressed his, exploring him for the first time. Wanting to find his secrets, his passions...We melted into each others arms, becoming one in our desires.
As our kiss parted, we looked into each other's eyes, as if seeing each
other for the first time.

He kissed my cheek delicately, moving further back to my ears, my ear lobes, and down my neck. His hands were caressing my back, my sides and my arms, each touch creating sparks inside my head. A soft sigh escaped from my lips as he kissed me. He slowly began to unbutton my shirt, never taking his eyes from mine. I watched as each button was carefully undone, leaving my shirt open and inviting. He took my arms from around his neck and put them over my head against the wall while he took his other hand and in one smooth motion removed my front closure to my strapless bra...dropping it to the floor.

He stood there looking at my full breasts as he moved beneath my open shirt as my nipples strained against the silk. He released his hold on my arms and they went down as he slid the shirt from my shoulders, letting it fall. His hands found my naked breasts, lifting and cupping each one. His fingers teased my nipples as my hips moved against his, feeling the bulge that was waiting for me.

He stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt, staring into my eyes. I watched and each time my eyes strayed too low or too high, he paused, making the task take even longer than necessary. When, he finished and I moved forward, reaching up and removing his shirt as I kissed his sculpted chest. I ran my tongue under the ridge of his chest muscles, my lips found his nipples, taking each of them between my lips, sucking and teasingly nibbling, one after another.

My hands caressed his chest and stomach, making the fires within each of us more urgent. Smiling, he knelt and began to unfasten my skirt, kissing my stomach and licking lightly around my navel. As the zipper moved down allowing my skirt to fall away from my hips, he half circled my waist with short tiny kisses, pinching my flesh gently between his lips. He moved down to my thighs, just above and inside each knee. My sweet nectar filled the air, my moistness covered only by a small patch of cloth.

Delicately, he leaned forward and kissed me through the thin material, breathing slowly and warmly against the
sensitive skin. My hands pushed gently at his head as he reached up, gathering the elastic band into his fingers as he slowly pulled them down, kissing each new patch of my skin that appeared. He worked his way down, kissing my bareness and blowing a cooling breath after each lightly damp kiss.

As the fabric stretched flat, leaving only my labia covered, his tongue between my legs, circling my most sensitive spot, savoring my aroma and taste. I breathed a soft moan and he kissed my sweetness as he lowered the rest of my panties to the floor.. When I stepped out, he caught each leg, kissing my calves and the sensitive areas near my knees. At last, I stood before him, naked and beautiful, looking down at him wantingly...longing for him.

He stood while I unfastened his belt and pants, kissing his chest and working my way down his stomach. As I knelt, my hands paused, gripping tightly against the fabric. I slid my thumbs around and in one slow,
fluid motion slipped his pants and shorts to the floor. He watched as I let my breath escape onto the sensitive underside of his shaft, making it jump at the sensation.

He stepped out of his clothes, while I repeated the way he had enjoyed teasing my body, making him want me even more. Then I gently licked the very sensitive line running up between his balls with my tongue. My hand reached up, and held him straight as my tongue continued higher and higher, running the length of his shaft, to finally circle the head, making it grow and expand even more. I took him inside my mouth, deep inside and then he pulled me up as we passionately embraced.

He slid his engorged shaft between my thighs, letting me feel the heat of his passion.. My breasts against his chest and the warmth of me against his cock, it felt like it would set us aflame. Our tongues danced and our hands exploring one another, I felt us melting together.


Time stopped. The universe around us ceased to exist. We were together, our passions about to become unleashed. I moved us to the bed, and we laid down, still embracing, me on top,trying to melt down into him. My legs straddled and his shaft throbbing against my bareness as my hips pushing forward against his.

I felt the head slip past and inside me, my soft moan was lost in his mouth. We slowly inched together, savoring the touch of him against me. Of him INSIDE me. Neither of us able to contain desire, passion, or lust any longer. We both cried out simultaneously. A slow parting, as we both now looked intently at each other, watching our bodies, feeling joined.

We gained speed with each new stroke, our passions reaching new intensities. I could feel my wetness now, surrounding his cock buried deep inside me. I could also feel the steel rigidity of him, plunging into my depths. His hands moved to my breasts, cupping them and squeezing them together. He raised his head up, licking my nipples as I plunged down on his cock.

I began to see the perspiration glisten on us both as the heat of our passion filled the room. He sat up, grabbing me and pulling to me, kissing me fiercely, pressing my breasts against his chest. My arms around his neck. I returned the kiss feverishly, my tongue dancing rapidly in his mouth. We rolled over, with him staying inside me as we laid back on the bed.

My legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into my burning, wet pussy. His hands found mine and our fingers intertwined as we plunged on and down, into the depths of our desires. My pussy contracted around him, holding onto him tight. He stopped moving and flexed his shaft back at me, making me gasp and then scream with excitement. My hips moved again, drawing him deeper into my warm wet pool. He turned his
head, biting my nipple softly, pulling it away from me until my breast stretched slightly.

Again my pussy grabbed for him, but this time he continued to move. My pussy responded by clenching tight around his cock, as it expanded inside of me, filling me. My hips lifted up, legs trembling, I moaned loudly and came. As my pussy contracted around him, I began to flow my juices to cover us. Wave after wave came washing over me, I was completely lost in the moment. Sweat covered us both, and I could feel it dripping down on me from him.

I moved on top of him, lowering myself slowly on to his throbbing cock. The lips of my pussy parting for him to slide into my warm wet depths. I controlled him now. My every move had him at my mercy. I smiled and continued my slow descent, stopping just before I had him entirely inside me and I whispered, "what do you want?". He cried out "you...give me you.". I raised up, keeping only the head
inside, clenching my muscles against the soft sensitive end of his cock. Then I brought my hips down to meet his, him fully inside of me and his balls against my ass. I raised up and plunged down again,
driving him deep, making me gasp.

His hands cupping my cheeks, lifting me up and pulling me down as he began to move faster. He pulled my head down to his, kissing me with such passion and intensity. My breasts moved against his chest and we both could feel my wetness as it was making his cock wet and slick. His cock pulsed and throbbed, plunging deeper as I felt him swell inside of me as we kissed in a blind
lust, tongues pressed together, arms and legs wrapped around each other,
sweat covering our bodies. We moaned into each others mouths as we released.

As we slowly recovered, we stayed there in silence with our bodies wrapped around one another. At least for now, we had each other and we curled up close, happy and content, and drifted off to sleep.

My girlfriend and I went to Thailand for an extended vacation exploring different areas of the world where we're planning to relocate. Our 2nd Friday night in town we went out sampling the local nightlife. It was at one of the lounge bars and we met a cute local girl. Couldn't have been more than 20, slender, about 5' tall, with even perkier boobs than my girlfriend's 34 C's. And to our surprise she spoke English almost fluently. Almost.

Before we left the US I did some due diligence just checking the place out online and saw the stories about ladyboys, so I paid special attention to look for an Adam's apple. All clear.

She and my girlfriend seemed to especially hit it off so I suggested we go back to our place and keep the night going. Before we left, the girls were getting a little handsy and doing the standard girl thing where they grind on each other so it was looking game on for a threesome. My only real concern was that maybe she was going to try and shake us down and was really a prostitute. I figured let the girls do their thing and we'll see what happens.

We eventually made it back to our luxury hotel and went back to our room first to get swimwear as the plan was to hit the hot tub and my girlfriend had a spare the Thai girl could use.

When I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and looking for our swimsuits while the girls had some drinks. I could hear the girls giggling and one of them put on some music, Pony by Genuine, and they started dancing again.

Just as I was walking back out they they were already kissing and groping each other's boobs. And at that very moment I got hit with a huge need to go use the bathroom for #2. I looked at my girl and said I'll be right back, don't wait for me.

When I was on the toilet I heard a gasp and an "oh my god!" I had no idea what's going on so I called out there to see if she was okay. She ran back to the door which was still closed and whispered asking if I was really okay if they started without me. Myself being excited for a threesome I said sure.

I finished up a couple minutes later and when I went back out to find my girlfriend and the Thai girl were already butt naked 69ing on the couch, but what I didn't expect was to see my girlfriend's head bobbing up and down over the Thai girl. I walked over and watched this chick deepthroating what must have been a good 9 inch cock. Where she was hiding it I will never know, but goddamn! Not to mention I had no idea my girlfriend had that kind of throat goat game. Kink unlocked.

I was so stunned by what I saw I didn't know what to do---I just froze. My girlfriend looked over to me and just held it to her face as she had a drunk shiteating grin on her face, occasionally interrupted by waves of pleasure from the Thai girl still going down on her.

I hung back and sat on the edge of the chair next to the couch and just watched because I was so confused I didn't know what to do. Eventually I started to get hard and joined in as my girlfriend took turns blowing us. We eventually double teamed my girlfriend giving her the Eiffel tower treatment.

To this day nobody else knows. And that's how I got cucked by a Thai girl with a monster cock. And here I thought Asians were supposed to be small downstairs.

**Trigger warning: story does contain microaggressions and racial stereotypes in the context of sexual dynamics***

Chapter 1. Josh

“Oh fuuuu---“, he said, arching his back as I pounded into his tight, asshole while grasping his small, four-inch hard cock.

“You like that big white dick inside of you, don’t you, boy?” I said in a low, gruff tone.

“Oh yes, sir!” the Asian boy cried in between loud moans.

I looked at him while I continued to ram myself into him. He was a handsome, slender, darker-skinned Chinese kid, twenty years old- an international undergraduate student studying computer engineering at my college. I loved his smooth, athletic body, the lack of body hair accentuating the muscle tone in his slender body.

“Turn around”, I commanded him, as he went on his hands and knees on the bed. I pushed myself back in firmly, taking satisfaction in his loud scream, and admired my reflection in the mirror, pushed up against the Asian boy’s ass, my muscular body well-defined in the low mood lighting of my apartment bedroom. I took a photo of my reflection and then resumed fucking my beautiful bottom.

I gave a loud grunt after I finished inside of him, loving how his eyes rolled back as he himself came into my hand. I pulled my cock out of his asshole and rolled over, the two of us lying side-by-side.

“You have such a big cock, sir!” the Asian kid said while gently stroking it, still hard and wet from cum. I knew it wasn’t exactly a monster like he was saying- I loved my dick but it was maybe seven inches at most- all right, actually more like 6.75 inches- but so far, I hadn’t fucked a bottom who was bigger than me and I didn’t intend to. In fact, I purposely sought out Asian guys, knowing that I would always look huge next to their small wieners.

“Thanks,” I replied. “I gotta get to class soon, so… I’ll see you online?”

After he left, I went back to my phone, ready to look for my next conquest, but first… can’t let a good sexy pic go to waste. I added the mirror pic I took to my private photos, which was a fairly sizable collection of various Asian guys I’ve fucked, as well as some obligatory dick pics. I went and checked my profile quickly to see if there was anything I wanted to update, but it looked good. My main pic was just me in a t-shirt, but I had the perfect scruff with dark brown hair that showed off my deep blue eyes. My second pic was a shirtless, show-off pic- I'm pretty muscular, and while I don’t have a sex pack, but I'm decently well-built, with a broad, hairy chest, big biceps, and thick thighs. “I look so fucking good,” I thought to myself.

***Josh, 24 years old

Total top, dom. Into Asian guys. Hung XL.

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 190 lbs

Ethnicity: White

Body Type: Muscular

Relationship status: Single

Looking for: Friends, Right now

Position: Top ***

I scrolled through the grid and didn’t see anyone I was interested in that I hadn’t already fucked. I checked on the “new and fresh” tab, and the third guy on the first row caught my eye. He was Asian, extremely good-looking, and his shirtless photo revealed he had a beautiful ripped, muscular body, bigger than most guys I usually fuck, but still smooth. He had large, well-developed pecs, and rippling six-pack abs. His other photos included on of him in a tank-top, flexing his big biceps. “This guy can’t be real,” I thought. But the profile was verified!

I went ahead and sent him a message.

“Hey,” I wrote. “Sexy pics.”

*click!*

He wrote back, “Hey there. Thanks, you too.”

“Into…?”, I sent to him.

A few minutes passed by as I waited impatiently.

**click!**

I grabbed my phone and checked my messages. “It says in my profile,” he wrote.

I rolled my eyes. “Bossy bottom bitch,” I thought. I went to his profile again and took a look.

*** Mark, 25 years old.

Graduate student in American Literature. Full vaccinated on prep. Into sub/dom dynamics, rough sex, edging, threesomes.

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 170 lbs

Ethnicity: Asian

Body Type: Muscular

Relationship status: Single

Looking for: Dates, Friends, Right now

Position: Top ***

Top, huh? I smiled, thinking of all the Asian boys who called themselves “tops” but became drooling submissive bottoms once I got to them.

I wrote back, “Nice stats. Your body’s sick. I’d love to fuck you.”

He returned with, “I’m a top too. I don’t know if it’ll work out.”

Nice. He’s going to be a challenge. “Why don’t we just meet up and see? If we have chemistry, we can make something work out.”

He wrote back, “Sounds good to me. I can be free tomorrow at 8 PM.”

I sent him my location. “Meet me at my place.” I shared my private album with him, thinking he would do the same and whet my appetite a little. Minutes passed and I didn’t hear back from him. Finally, I typed back, “Shared my album with you. Unlock urs?”

He wrote back, “Okay but I don’t do nudes.” I groaned, annoyed that this guy wasn’t giving me what I wanted. I took a look at his unlocked album and there were only three additional pics of him shirtless. But goddamn, he looked good. “Shit, if he wasn’t so fucking hot, I’d probably look for someone else,” I thought. Still, imagining this buff Asian guy being cut down to size, on his knees and whimpering for my cock made me excited for tomorrow.

I usually don’t read other people’s mail but that Monday afternoon I found a sheet of paper on the ground near the central Xerox machine on my floor. I looked around but there was no one there looking for a piece of missing paper. Most of my colleagues had left the office by then. In order to check for whom the message was meant, I quickly browsed through the e-mail, which bore the letter head of our employee insurance company.

Dear Mr Wilson,
Regarding your request, I am sorry to inform you that your policy does not cover penis reduction surgery. Furthermore, I am not aware of such a procedure.
If you would like to send me a few snapshots of your penis, I can send them to our examiners for another review.

Two questions came quickly to mind. Who the hell was Wilson? And two, why would he want penis reduction surgery – unless he had a schlong so big he was tripping over it. I decided to leave the piece of paper next to the machine where we usually leave printed documents to be collected later. However, as the thought of one of my co-workers obviously being freakishly hung started to turn me on, I made a copy of the e-mail first and stuck it in my inside pocket.
I decided to roam around the Xerox machine for a while, hoping that the mysterious Wilson guy would turn up. I got myself a cup of coffee from the coffee machine but no one showed up. Just as I was about to finish my drink, one of our maintenance guys came into view. He looked tensed and was clearly in a hurry. He walked towards the copy machine and hastily browsed through the pile of uncollected mail. He found and took what he was looking for, gave me a quick look and tried to force a smile and left.
My heart jumped in my throat. Sam? Sweet shy Sam? Cute curly-haired Sam? I never knew his name. He was just Sam from maintenance. Sam the unassuming hunk. Sam, with the soulful blue eyes. Sam, with the body that made me weak. Well well, how did an expert pecker-checker like me had never noticed his package? Probably because he always wore overalls . Sam Sam, I thought, it is always the quiet ones that surprise you.
As I waisted enough time I returned to my desk and decided to work a few more hours. I had brought my gym bag but I decided not to go to the office gym, downstairs in our building. I tried to work a few more hours but all I could think of was Sam and I kept reading the e-mail over and over again, with my cock hard as a rock.
I decided to go home and went down the elevator towards the exit but when I got out the elevator on the ground floor, I just noticed that Sam the Maintenance Man went into the door leading to our small gym. I waited for few minutes and then went into the gym, not really knowing what I was doing. The locker room was abandoned and I could see that only one locker was in use. So far, so good, I thought. I put on my exercise gear and stepped into the room. It was completely empty, it had to be 11 PM by then and all I could see was Sam on the treadmill. He was startled when I got in, I guess he did not expect anyone to use the gym at this time. He said ‘Hello’ and all I could do was look at him. He was wearing sweats and they were loose. I could see an enormous hose banging around in his pants as he jogged from foot to foot. I could tell my newfound object of desire was not wearing any underwear. I wondered if, given the enormity of his organ, he’d actually dared to run without any underwear at all. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who’d put his oversize goods on display like that. He probably guessed that he would be the only one in the exercise room. But man, with that elephant trunk swaying back and forth in his sweats, he sure grabbed the attention of the budding cocksucker I was when I was a freshman.
I got onto the machine opposite his and followed the big-dicked runner at a safe distance. He was listening to some music as he was wearing earplugs and I could not help but stare at the big fleshy pendulum in front of me, making a lot of commotion in his distended drawers. Pretty soon we’d both worked up a sweat. Of course, my goal was to retire to the locker room when my bashful stud did. After twenty minutes, utterly drenched, he held up his hands, slowly came to a stop and then wanted to crawl to the locker room. I used this opportunity to introduce myself as Joe - he would only know me as one of the big shots in accountancy. But he just nodded, appeared to be in a hurry and left, the door closed behind him.
I decided to wait for 3 more minutes, anticipating that he would be using the small shower when I would end my gym session. Then, finally - the wait seemed to last forever - I snuck into the locker room and closed the door without making a sound. I heard the sound of the running shower water in the back. I peeled off my soaking wet running shorts and T-shirt. I took a towel and wrapped it around my waist and headed towards the showers.
There was Sam, his eyes closed and obviously not realizing that I was standing there. He was rubbing shampoo in his beautiful hair and my mouth dropped. I was in shock. His cock was definitely bigger than the norm. In fact, that was the understatement of the century. I have seen a few cocks in my time, even my dad's huge dick, but this was something else. It was the biggest slab of uncircumcised cock and the most enormous balls that I'd ever seen on a man. You’ve heard of beercan dicks but they are never really that thick. Sam’s was, and it was still soft. Uncut and nestled in a trimmed bush of black hair, with a single pale-blue vein running from the base of to the tip of a good ten inches away. That’s ten inches soft. His huge bone of a cock swung like a pendulum between his legs. The flesh of his beast was of the same perfect pinkness of his thighs, and the balls. The balls framed the glory of that magnificent monster organ: plump and big as eggs, and they hung almost as low as his horsecock.

I think of an old family friend, Ronald, in Maine when read stories about experiences with big cocks. He is very long and very thick. The experience I describe below happened in in the potato barn of his farm; he was in his 30's, I was 19. I always figure he was straight and I knew I like guys but hadn't done anything about it.

We were talking about sex; I asked him about sex with high school girls. He told me that his cock was so big that they wouldn't have sex with him. I said something like "bullshit".

He said something that sounded to me like he was giving me a hard time and gave me one of his beers.

I couldn't take my eyes off his farm work hardened chest and the black chest hair stretching his dirty denim farm overalls. My throat was getting dry and my heart was racing; I watched his big fist and thick fingers that easily went all the way around the beer bottle he passed me.

When he wasn't looking, I looked down at his crotch and couldn't imagine that the protruding bulge in his overalls was actually his cock. I was interested in seeing other guy's cocks, but I told myself I wasn't gay. I just liked to "compare".

I thought Ronald's cock seemed larger than anything I had ever noticed or imagined before. It didn't matter really; I'd try to see him if he decided to take a piss but I was resigned to relying only the image building in my head and couldn't wait to jack off replay these that night.

I was sitting up on a concrete wall that separate the bins for the potatoes while Ronald was leaning back on the fender of his New Holland tractor. Every once in a while, he'd reach his big hand under the strap of the overalls and scratched his hairy chest. I felt my cock twitch a little and the urge to see his cock didn't subside.

Ronald's a cocky self-assured man and he talked some more about the girls he liked to fuck. He told me that his favorite position was with their legs up on his (broad) shoulders. His full French lips parted, exposing his straight white teeth, as he laughed about fucking them with their panties still on, shoved off to side. He talked about pulling his cock all the way out and seeing their pussies left, as he put it, "gapped open".
Good grief. This was driving me crazy.

He told me that he liked to feel girls "down there" and that when then they touched his cock their panties got all wet. I was still on my third beer, feeling very drunk; Ronald was on his fifth or sixth, as I watched him pull on the bulge in his overalls with his fist.

It was getting darker outside and I was getting hotter inside that barn when he pulled the straps off his shoulders and let the overalls fall to his waist.

His tee shirt, dirty from dust and sweat, was tight on his body yet elevated some by the hair that lay between the fabric of the shirt and his sweaty, chiseled, chest. The bottom of the tee shirt was pulling up some and I spied a hard flat stomach.

The hair on his chest didn't completely cover his abdomen; instead it formed a dark trail that led to the tight band of the briefs hugging his waist.

He was still talking about his girlfriends and the different ways he liked to fuck them when he turned around and started fooling with the fender of the tractor. I took this chance to hop down from the wall to walk around see more of his body, hoping ~ hell, praying, I'd see some more of his body before he got bored and wanted to go inside the house to clean up.
I walked around and without the overalls hiding the fact, noticed that his waist was about 1/2 the width of his shoulders; his thick neck exposed by his crew cut, and big, old, work boots on his feet.

I joined him by the tractor and he looked up - his dark eyes peering through his dark eyebrows and couldn't believe it when he said that I was almost as pretty as some of the girls he liked to fuck and then returned his gaze to the bottom of the fender.

I didn't know what to say, I wanted to say something funny, instead I said, "too bad you can't fuck a guy".

"I've done that", he responded quickly without looking up from the nuts and bolts he was fiddling with below the fender.

"Oh, yeah sure, how do you fuck a guy?"

He stood up, all 6 and half or so feet of him, looked down at me, and said that maybe I'd like for him to show me.

I bit my lip and shuffled my feet around the dirt-covered concrete below my feet and said, "well, maybe you could just show me what your cock looks like, because I don't believe you can fuck guys."

He laughed a little and said that I didn't know much about sex, but, "OK, you can see my cock".

He reached out and grabbed hold of wrist and pulled it toward the band of his white briefs.

I swallowed hard and I said, "Wait, I'll do it", shaking off the fear that he had figured out I was gay and this was a joke.

Instead, he said, nodding his head, "OK".

He wiped his forehead and said, "let me get another beer."

Walking back from the cooler, Ronald passed me another beer and said "you're throat's dry, you should have one more. You might need it".
We cracked the tops of the beers and tossed them into the pile of metal tops by the huge tire of the tractor.

Taking giant gulps of the beer, I watched as Ronald tilted the bottle toward the ceiling of the barn and watched his Adam's apple moved up and down his scruffy thick neck as the beer flowed into his tight belly.
I set my beer on the fender of the tractor and he walked over to me, big hands hanging at his side. He pressed up close to me and grabbed my wrist again and put it on his stomach.

My hand moved down to the band of his briefs as he put his mouth on my ear and stuck his tongue in. It drove me wild and my cock instantly grew as I felt the smooth skin and hair of his belly leading to the white cotton of his briefs.

My mind was buzzing as he nuzzled my neck and wrapped his giant arms around my shoulders pulling me closer to him.

Wasting no time, I let my hand move over the tightly stretched outline of what felt to me like the end of a baseball bat shoved over to one side of his thigh. I could feel my own briefs getting wet as my cock started leaking cum and remembered what he told me about girls getting "wet" when they touched his cock.

I smelled him ~ sweet, like the grass that grows in the fields of northern Maine in summer, and smelled too the sweat of this farmer.
Gently, he put his big hands on my shoulders and pressed down. He wanted me to see his cock up close. I went down. As he shoved his overalls down to his ankles he spread his legs and stood there, with his baseball-bat-for-a-cock stretching his white cotton briefs right there in my face.

I ran my fingers over the outline of the massive cock and saw that he too was getting wet. His cock stretched clear from directly below the center of his body and out beyond the edge of his thigh. Using my fingers as a guide, I measured the width of the cock there by the distance between my thumb and forefinger.

It far exceeded anything I had seen or imagined before and it was clear I wasn't going to be able to wrap my entire fist around any portion of his cock.
I watched him
put his hands under the band of his briefs and start to pull them down. Ronald was showing me his cock, proud of it like a horseman his steed. First, I noticed that the trail of hair from his chest fanned out and then I noticed that unlike my own cock, his had a lot of skin (I didn't know at the time that there were "uncut" cocks).

Ron's massively fat cock protruded from dense black hair that covered his legs and ran from the thick balls and sack between his legs to his ass. I was amazed that he was as hairy around his cock and balls and legs because the hair on his chest and abdomen was so thin. It was as if I was looking at a totally different man from the waist down. The bottom half of this man was almost animal.

His cock, freed from the confines of the briefs could barely support its own weight, and I turned my face up to him, his cock in both my hands and said, "It’s so heavy".

He cracked a smile -- it was clearly not the first time he heard someone say this.

I looked down at the massive pole and several thick veins stemming from his pubic bone toward the head of his cock transfixed by one, especially broad, vein dominating the center of the wide expanse of his cock.
His cock head was nearly as wide as his cock but the opening was almost sloppy-looking with a fat opening at the end, I would learn, practically opened up completely to release thick and seemingly endless streams of very warm cum.

As his cock got even harder his balls almost completely retreated inside his body adding to the utterly ridiculous dimensions of his already overwhelmingly thick and long cock.

After these initial impressions, I looked up to see him still smiling down at me. His massive hands pulled me up to his faced and he planted his mouth on mine jamming his thick tongue into my throat.

Overwhelmed by the man raping my mouth, I was alarmed but excited when I felt his hands grab my own ass cheeks, pull them apart and felt his thick index fingers spank my tight, virgin, hole.

I knew then that was about to learn exactly how one guy fucks another. What I didn't know, but should have realized, was that my hole would soon be mercilessly "gapped open" and it would be days before I could comfortably walk or sit again.

I had been working at Borders bookstore for about 2 months. At first it was a great job for me. The hours were flexible the pay not bad, and it was just cruisey enough to keep a cock hound like me happy. Three weeks ago things went south. A new manager came in and took an immediate disliking to me. I admit I can be a bit sassy when I work but I have never heard a customer complain. I admit it I am a twink... 25 years old 5'8" tall 145 lbs light brown hair and hazel eyes. I am a skinny white fag but I have an ass to die for. When the manager took me aside and said to tone down the gay thing I knew it would not be long before I was gone. My schedule shrank and my tasks were downgraded. I went from a cashier, to a stocker not what I had signed up for.
Last week I thought maybe things were going to be okay. She assigned me to be the greeter at the front door. Perfect for me. I took my position and was as friendly to the customers as I could be without being over the top. I was at my post "HE" came in. He had been in several times since I started at the job and I noticed him every time. He was about 6' 2" tall and about 180 lbs he looked to be around 40, he was black and absolutely gorgeous. He had on a black jean jacket, black jeans, with a plain white tee shirt under the jacket. In his back left jeans pocket he had a blue colored bandana just peeking over the top. I am familiar with the bandana thing but not what they all mean. I knew the left pocket meant he was a top and this got me very interested. He got his beverage of choice and took a seat facing me in the cafe. I tried not to stare but I found myself looking over at him often.
I was definitely day dreaming when the manager came over and ripped into me. I was not doing my job yada yada yada. I felt like I was yelled at in front of the whole class in High School. She sent me to the back of the store to re-stock books for the rest of the day. I was humiliated. I looked over my shoulder at him as I left and he was getting up like he was leaving. Shit! I retrieved my cart and started to replace the books. I had been at it for about 10 minutes when someone asked me where the books on photography were located. I turned around and it was him! His voice was syrupy and deep. I explained they were on the second floor, and that I would show him as I had some work to do up there. "Great", he said.
I pushed my cart towards the elevator and he walked behind me. I made sure he got a good look at my sweet little ass while I walked. The elevator came and we got in. He said nothing but stared right at me. I was uncomfortable under his gaze, but not enough to notice his very packed basket. The elevator opened and I led him to the photography section. I saw him take out a book and sit in one of the club chairs scattered throughout the store. I began to put my stock away and made sure to walk by him as often as possible. On one of these passes I saw the book he was looking at. It was a collection of Robert Mapplethorpe photos. He looked up at me over the book and said take a look at this. I walked over to him and he showed me a photo of a huge coal black cock. I nodded, unable to speak. " Mine's not that dark, and my balls are bigger" he said. "Do you want to see it?" I took this to imply that he was as large as the picture in the book which was monstrous. I nodded yes and said I get off at 6:00. "No no no, do you want to see it now?" Thinking to myself I realized that my job was not worth keeping at this point so again I nodded yes. He stood up, replaced the book(kudos for that) and headed to the small rest room on the floor. He went in, I counted to 10 looked around and followed him in. It was a handicapped batroom so there was a bit of room to move. "Sit", he said. I sat on the toilet. He stepped forward and pulled my face against the rough fabric of his jeans. I could make out his size against my face, as the heat emenated from his crotch. "I seen you shaking your ass around here", he said. "You like showing off that shit, don't you?" I mumbled my answer and he told me to stand up." I'm gonna fuck that ass!" I did as told and he sat on the toilet, I could see the ribbons of my saliva where I had licked his jeans. He undid my pants and turned me around. Just then a knock sounded on the door. I yelled out that the bathroom was in use as I felt his hands spread open my ass. I felt the rough 5 o'clock shadow rub into my ass crack and then his tongue lightly brushed my bung hole. Other then a good fucking, nothing gets me hotter then getting my ass eaten. He quickly went from gentle to frantic as he squeezed my ass cheeks and rammed his thick tongue into my hole. I was biting the inside of my mouth in an attempt to be quiet but a few moans popped out. This was a man who was very good at eating ass, I could feel his spit running down my crack as I felt a slight pressure on my hole as he shoved in 1 then 2 fingers. "You like that?" he asked. I cooed yes, as he shoved me back onto the toilet. He faced me and slowly undid his pants. He was wearing Versace underwear which frame a cock better then anything else on the planet, and his was about to burst out the front. He reached into the piss slit and pulled out his balls. He dropped the sack from his hand and it was a good 4 inches long and contained the biggest balls I had ever seen. I pushed my face forward and went to work on them. "I told you mine were bigger", he said as he kept his cock tucked away in the underwear. He smelled very clean and slightly musky it was intoxicating. He fed me his balls as I tried to get them both in my mouth, not possible. His balls were moved aside as he turned around and dropped his undies." You're going to lick my ass now boy". I am not up for ass licking but here it was not even a question as he pulled my face into his crack and forced me to clean his hole. The whole effect of my treatment at this man's hands was intoxicating. I was pulling on my cock when he smacked my hand and said this is about me, do not touch that again or it is over. He punctuated his point by turning around and showing me himself. I gasped! His cock was right in front of my face and was scary. It was not a question of lenght or width but of both. He seemed to be about 11 inches long but was easily as thick as a beer can. It was terrifying to behold. Another knock at the door brought out a smothered cry of "occupied" as he picked up his massive meat and rubbed it on my face. He was uncut and the head was peeking about half out of the skin. I put my tongue out and he put a dot of precum on the tip and pulled away leaving a thin cum string from his tip to my tongue. I opened my mouth and he pushed past my lips. He gently worked his member into my mouth so as to allow me to get used to it size. I am a great cock sucker but was not sure what to do with him. He was slowly getting more and more into my mouth and he was increasing in intensity. He pulled out and squeezed all of his foreskin together as I shoved my tongue into the hole, it was tangy and bitter as I sucked his dick cheese from his gathered skin. He pushed himself against my lips again and this time he went to town he grabbed me by the back of the head and proceeded to literally fuck my face like a battering ram. Tears streamed from my eyes and spit from my mouth as I tried to accomodate his cock. I could not breath as he shoved it harder and harder into my mouth. Just when I though I would pass out he pulled out. I gasped for air as he rubbed and slapped his cock across my face. "Get up and put your hands on the sink", he said. I was terrified, knowing what he had done to my face I feared for my life when he tried to fuck me. "No way you are too big" I said. He pushed my hands onto the sink and came in behind me. He whispered into my ear, " I am going to bury this cock in your ass, either you let me or I will just take you. Now relax and let me make this good for you" As he was talking he was rubbing his ccok up and down my ass crack. The girth alone was spreading my cheeks uncomfortably. "Please no," I said. He went reached into his pocket. I thought he was reaching for a condom but it was lube. He squirted a copious amount on to himself and down my crack. He slowly inserted a finger into me. I have be fucked before and accepted this easily. I was thinking his cock was going to be like having a fist shoved in to me though. He was very good with his hands. He was gently rubbing my lube covered as as he gently opened me up with his fingers. Soon three of his long thick fingers were in me and I did it,"Fuck me," I said. "Fuck me now" He pulled his fingers out slowly and turned me sideways at the sink. "Hold on, you ain't going to be able to stand when I get up in you at first" he said. He aimed his apple sized head at my hole, I could see it in the mirror. "Easy now", he said as he pushed up against me. Then he slowly pushed in. I felt like I had been hit by lightning. I definitely screamed out as he grabbed me by the waist with his arm to stop me from falling, and put a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. I had never been in that much pain in my life. We stood like that for a couple of minutes as I tried to get used to his cock, with little sucess. I begged him to take it out as tears streamed down my face. " Please stop, you are killing me"! He shushed me and started the slow process of getting the rest of his monster into me. I was literally crying like a baby as he shoved himself into me a little bit at a time. The pain was just starting to ebb but by no means go away as he started to introduce the rest of his monster into me. I was not sure how much I could take but he did not care as he ravaged my poor little ass I just wanted him to stop. In a little bit of time I felt his stomach press against my ass. He had gotten the whole thing into me. I was in agony but proud at the same time. He took his arm from around my waist and pulled my head around and said watch this. He pulled out almost his whole cock from my ass and then slammed it back in again. The pain was back with a fury. My knees wobbled by I did not go down. I held on for dear life as he did it again. I felt those huge balls swing underneath me and hit mine. Even through the pain my cock was as hard as it had ever been. I know he was dragging himself back and forth across my prostate and I was going to cum. Just then I heard a pop. He had pulled all the way out, and then slammed back into me agian, I came like I had never before in my life. There was no pretending any more. He began to fuck me with a force and intensity that made me think he was trying to kill me. I held on for dear life as he slammed into me for what seemed like hours. His motion picked up and he said I'm cumming. I felt his jizz filling me up as shot after shot came out of his horse cock. He pulled out and fed me his cock and told me to clean it. I did as I was told licking every inch of it while he stood there with his hands on his hips i was still trying to hold onto the sink. I was still afraid I would collapse. A knock at the door and the voice of my manager brought me out of my fog. "Chris! Chris! Are you in there? We are getting complaints that this bathroom is unavailabe." "Just a minute", I said. He was pulling himself together and handed me his number. " You got a hot fucking ass boy, call me." I was standing there with his cum dripping down my leg and looking like I had been fucked by an army when he opened the door and walked away. My manager stared at me in disbelief, let out a yell and slammed the door. I cleaned up as much as I could, and with his seed still leaking down my legs walked away from my Borders job for the last time.

Billy Herrington vs. Vince McMahon​

The scandal of sexual misconduct with former female employees that got McMahon ousted from his company could have been worse for the former CEO. However, there was one incident that was never discovered. Back in 2000, McMahon invited adult performer Herrington for a night in the ring, initially just to audition and wrestle, but as always with McMahon, one thing led to another...
Before the match, McMahon greets Herrington in the locker room, "Hey there, Billy," he says with a tone of familiarity, like he is a meeting a friend from high school for the first time in years.
"Hey," Herrington recognizes McMahon, who is still in his suit.
McMahon feels up Herrington's bicep, "Look at that muscle. This is gonna be good. I got you something to wear. Meet me out in the ring."
Herrington is excited for the opportunity but intimidated as well especially by the CEO McMahon himself. Although, does his best not to show it.
McMahon starts to walk away, "Oh yeah, don't forget the baby oil."
Herrington finds the item McMahon asked him to wear, a red full body thong -- a mankini. Herrington reluctantly puts it on, wondering how it'll stay on for the duration of their match, and then realizes maybe that's the point.

Herrington heads out to the ring, surprised not to see McMahon waiting for him. Just a bottle of baby oil. Herrington squirts some out and rubs it on his chest while waiting for his competitor. Music starts playing and he turns to the ramp to see McMahon, now shirtless, strut down to the ring in his black business pants.
McMahon enters the ring dripping in as much baby oil as Herrington. He puffs his chest as Herrington tries to repress his star struck admiration and lust for the powerful CEO., "You think you can handle this?"
“Oh please. This is gonna be a piece of cake. I’m the real wrestler here.” Herrington says with a discrediting eye roll. “I think I can handle an old man who sits behind a desk all day.”
“The same desk you’re gonna be wishing you were underneath by the time I’m done with you Billy Boy” McMahon then flexes both his biceps.
McMahon circles around the ring, eying Herrington, pleased with how the mankini thong is looking. McMahon stares Herrington up and down with a lecherous smile. “Nice” McMahon says while nodding his head. Herrington stares back at McMahon with a glare, trying to hold back the lustful feelings he was having but the now noticeable bulge in the crotch of his mankini wasn’t helping. “Oh yeah, it’s go time” says the uninhibited CEO while beckoning Billy. “Wait, what’s that?” Herrington points behind McMahon to catch him off guard for an abrupt kick to the gut, that has McMahon bending over in pain. He then grabs McMahon's head in a side headlock, squeezing McMahon's skull around his bicep.
"Oh, that’s how you wanna play?..." McMahon says as Herrington tightens his flex.
McMahon fights back with a couple punches to the stomach, getting Herrington to break the hold. McMahon then shoves Herrington into the corner and charges after him with a shoulder block, and another, and another. Then he steps back admiring the distressed hunk struggling to stay standing up. McMahon comes forward with a backhand slap across the chest, making Herrington wince. He then hits a back elbow to the head followed by whipping Herrington across to the opposite corner. McMahon runs after him, but the pornstar swings both legs up, nailing McMahon in the kisser. The CEO staggers backward, fighting to stay upright and Herrington bursts out the corner with a clothesline, ending the struggle. McMahon hurries back to his feet, but Herrington connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Herrington chases after him thinking he's got control. but he walks right into McMahon's elbow. The CEO swings his fist, but Herrington ducks, getting behind him. He then gets his arms between McMahon's and puts him in a full nelson hold.
"Ahhhh... You fuckcunt..." McMahon cries out.
Herrington only grunts back, trying to force the CEO to submit or pass out, whatever comes first. McMahon knows he's in trouble, finding it hard to move as Herrington has him overpowered. The only thing he can do is twerk his ass back into Herrington's crotch. A maneuver he learned from watching Herrington’s videos. He goes at it, rubbing his ass up and down, in a circle, startling the pornstar. That gives him an opening and McMahon pushes them back into the corner, squashing Herrington against the turnbuckles, breaking the hold. McMahon then turns around and pinches both of Herrington's nipples making him cry out in pain.
"What's the matter Billy? This too much for you?"
Herrington shoves McMahon back, getting the CEO on his knees. He then gets behind him and drills his knee into his back as he pulls McMahon's arms back.
"Ahhhh!"
Herrington can't tell if McMahon is in pain or if he likes the abuse. Probably a mixture of both. McMahon's turning red, but he's getting horny by the challenge. He slowly steps up and twists their arms around, shoving Herrington away. Herrington comes right back at him, but McMahon ducks, flipping him over with a back body drop. He hits an elbow drop and then grabs Herrington's leg, turning him over. He then sits on the pornstar's ass holding him in a single leg Boston crab.
"Ahhhh..." Herrington can't believe how much it hurts.
"Come on you weak pussy, this is all you got? We don’t take little girly boys here at WWE"
The way McMahon refers to him as a weak pussy and a little girly boy makes it impossible for Herrington to tap out. Now, it was personal. With more determination than ever to defeat the condescending CEO, he takes a breath and then uses all of his energy to pull forward and grab the bottom rope. He grips it for dear life, forcing McMahon to release the hold.
McMahon stands back watching the pornstar slowly get up, admiring all his sweaty assets. He goes to grab Herrington by the head, but the pornstar smacks him and wraps his arms around McMahon's waist. He then lifts the CEO up off the ground, squeezing him with a bearhug, roaring with intensity.
McMahon rubs his lower back as their bodies remain pressed together. Herrington roars again as he adjusts the hold, like he's trying to snap McMahon's back in two. As much as he's trying, McMahon can't help but get hard being in Herrington's embrace. As much as McMahon wants to stay like this, he's getting light headed. He punches Herrington in the head to set him down, and another to let him go. But Herrington immediately grabs him again, lifting him up and dropping him down on his knee with an atomic drop. McMahon lurches away in pain, but doesn't get too far as Herrington grabs him again and slams him down. The pornstar then slides on top of him, hooking the leg, but McMahon punches out after a two-count.
Herrington stands back up first, waiting for McMahon to get upright before lunging at him. McMahon ducks away, trying to focus and regain control. Herrington lunges again, this time McMahon kicks him. He then steps up to him and puts his right hand on Herrington's shoulder and nails him with a series of knee strikes, backing him into the ropes. McMahon then bends down and scoops Herrington up, slamming him back in the middle of the ring. He then goes to the turnbuckles and leaps off with a flying legdrop, connecting. McMahon knows he could probably pin Herrington now, but he wants to make sure he wins. He pulls Herrington up by his hair to his feet and then knees him in the gut to get him to bend forward.”No! No! Wait!….I wasn’t ready! Do over! Do over!”, Billy begs knowing McMahon was about to perform a devastating move on him. McMahon simply shakes his head and smiles as he wraps his arms under Herrington's and hits him with a Pedigree. Herrington flops down on the ring, too exhausted to fight back as McMahon rolls him on his back, folding him in half as he pins him. McMahon smiling as he counts, "One, two……….three."

Herrington remains on his back, staring at the ceiling in utter defeat, his broken heart pounding from the intensity and the intense humiliation of the match. McMahon is not your typical 55 year old man, that's for sure. But Billy learned that the hard way. Plus Billy didn’t know if this meant he wasn’t getting hired and he was too ashamed to ask. He was humbled and completely at the mercy of McMahon in more ways than one.
The one thing that was certain, was that McMahon was the clear alpha. The man.
"Don't feel bad about losing, Billy," McMahon says. "In fact, I think you're going to enjoy it. You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not with me. No pressure. Not everyone with muscles is manly. Besides…you fought well………for a bitch"
McMahon kneels over Herrington's face and pulls down his pants, revealing his hard cock. "Open wide for this manly cock bitch boy."
Herrington opens his mouth and McMahon fills him with his dick, pushing in until he's poking the back of the pornstar's throat making him choke and gag. Having McMahon’s cock meat in his mouth feels so right and Herrington is enjoying every inch of it but slowly and reluctantly he has to push the dick out of his mouth to cough and gag and for his mouth to get a better handle on McMahon’s cock.
"Come on Billy bitch, you can do better than that."
Right before Billy was about to get on his knees for the boss, McMahon grabs him by the head and skull fucks the defeated lackey relentlessly. The pornstar gags and chokes even more, his face turning red and drooling saliva and precum. Herrington’s struggling but McMahon refuses to slow down. Finally after five minutes McMahon releases Herrington from his grip.
McMahon stands up, freeing Herrington to crawl onto his knees and worship McMahon’s cock more until McMahon finally pulls out of the ravenous mouth after 10 minutes. The powerful CEO picks up Herrington, the pornstar wraps his legs around McMahon and is carried to the corner making out passionately with tons of tongue along the way.
After Herrington briefly worships the CEO’s arms and chest, the latter with his tongue and hands, McMahon sets Herrington's legs on his shoulders and pushes in toward his crack, his dick finding its way to his hole.
"Ahhhh..." The pornstar scrunches his eyes shut as a burn rips through him.
"Just breathe in through your nose and out your mouth," McMahon instructs.
The pornstar exhales slowly.
"That's it, Billy," McMahon says, "Let Daddy take care of you."
McMahon snaps his hips, pushing his cock deeper into the pornstar. Herrington's head tilts back, his eyes widen. McMahon rocks back and forth slowly, letting the bodybuilder relax a little.
"You ready for me to fuck you?" McMahon asks after already starting the fucking.
Herrington nods nervously, and gives a genuine “Yes”.
"Like I said, you're going to enjoy this."
The CEO snaps his hips again, making billy moan in pain and pleasure from the hard man meat inside him. And so McMahon keeps it up, building more momentum with steady strokes that keep on coming.
"You're so tight around my cock, I fucking love it." McMahon says with a grin.
"Oh God..." Herrington moans out in reply. "You’re so fucking big!”
"Oh you want more?"
Vince squeezes his grip on Herrington's legs as he pumped faster into him. Herrington's chest bounces with each penetration, his hard dick flopping from side to side. McMahon growls louder as he fucks harder, trying to make Herrington's chest bounce higher with each thrust.
McMahon grabs the pornstar’s ankles and spreads his legs as far apart as possible.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhh..." Herrington is in a trance.
"Yeah, you like what Daddy's giving you?"
"Yes Daddy! I fucking love it!"
"Well, I've got more for you," McMahon says dropping Herrington's legs and stepping back. "On your hands and knees now bitch."
Eager to please what he hopes to be his future husband and boss or at least his man, Herrington steps forward, dazed from all the dick, and whole heartedly obeys McMahon's command and eagerly bends over for his master. McMahon kneels behind him, smacking his ass so hard it leaves a red mark.
"You ready for more Billy?"
Vulnerable and just wanting to be what McMahon wants, Herrington takes a breath and nods. “Yes Sir.” Herrington wants these moments to last.
Even though it's not blocking his hole, McMahon rips the mankini off of him and shoves his dick right back in him, no hesitation this time. All the way in to the hilt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh..." Herrington is shaken to say the least.
The arena is soon filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin as McMahon nails him with a brutal pace. Herrington grunts, groans, and wails while McMahon pounds the living daylights out of him.
"Take it bitch! Take it like the weak little pussy you are!" McMahon barks.
While he continues to thrust into the pornstar. He runs his hands up and grabs on to Herrington's shoulders and arms, pulling him toward the thrusts even harder and deeper and speeding up his pace even more. Most of McMahon’s thrusts making Billy’s eyes bulge out. Each thrust fills Herrington up, McMahon's balls slapping into him, before pulling out and stuffed all the way back in. He’s using the porn star like he’s a flesh light!
"Oh God" Herrington grunts, as his eyes roll in the back of his head from the brutal pounding.
McMahon slams into him harder, stabbing his prostate again and again. Herrington taps the mat like he is being defeated by McMahon in wrestling…again. The Pornstar glances over his right shoulder to the sight of the powerful CEO’s giving him a sinister smirk while his puffed up glistening chest bounces from the powerful thrusts he was giving him. A sense of dread came over the conquered amateur wrestler. He’d never felt so humiliated, so vulnerable, so controlled, so meek. Herrington had no choice but to give into the massive display of domination that McMahon was handing to him. Waves of pounding pain and pleasure rip through the humiliated bodybuilder, an intense feeling, that has his hands shaking while spreading his own hole open begging for his conqueror to give him something that he himself can’t even handle. McMahon grunts with each thrust knowing he's completely dominating and driving the porn star insane.
"Fuck, f-f-fuck, fuck...oh fuck me! You fucking o-own me D-daddy!"
McMahon tugs on the hair on the top of Herrington's head, tilting his head way back.
“Who’s the man?!”
“You are!”
"Come on girly boy, I can't hear you."
“You are! Big Daddy Vince McMahon is THE MAN! You’re the boss! You own me!”
“Damn right!”
And with the next penetration that nails his prostate Herrington yelps out louder than ever. McMahon releases his hair and shoves Herrington flat on the ring, with only the porn star’s ass up.
”Open Wide”
The subservient pornstar obeys and spreads his hole open wide for the CEO as McMahon sticks it back in deep and the ass assault continues. Herrington caves to McMahon as he no longer has the strength to arch his ass up against McMahon’s powerful thrusts, the CEO lays on top of him thrusting deep in, like he's trying to stab a hole through the ring. Herrington's prostate is going off like an alarm, the feeling so intense he can't utter full words anymore. Vince McMahon is pounding him into the ground. Yes he’s never been more humiliated in his life but in the moment he feels it’s exactly where he needs and wants to be. Being completely owned, Billy was falling in love with Vince. After hours of fucking Billy in every conceivable position, Herrington feels a burning sensation in his lower stomach, and instantly knows he's not going to last much longer. McMahon can feel it too. With that he gives Herrington everything he has left to give, a frenzy of thrusts that draw out long, continuous moans from the bodybuilder.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna come Daddy" Herrington announces.
"I’m cumming! I’m cumming!," he warns right before his warm, white load squirts on to his chest and abs.
He strokes furiously as more and more cum shoots out, a sizable load finally unleashed.
“Nice. Now let me see your good side” McMahon turns Billy around, bends him over, sticks it back in and shoots his first load inside the pornstar, feeling Herrington's ass clench up against his dick as he explodes inside him. When he finishes the first load he slaps his dick on to the ass, using it to spread his seed around. He then turns billy over again and shoots another load in Herrington’s mouth and in all his face, getting in his eye as well!
Billy uses his one available eye as guidance to eagerly suck McMahon’s cock dry.
When he's finished McMahon glances over at Herrington's cum covered face, admiring the work he’s done.
Not knowing what else to say billy finally lets it slip “I…love you.”
Giving Billy a condescending smirk and pat on the head, McMahon just casually stands back up, gathers his clothes and marches back to the locker room, proud to know that at the age of 55, he still has it.

I'm not a big guy. My cock only reaches to about 6 and half inches. I never though I'd meet anyone like Steve.

I was out on a work night's out. Just sitting round, drinking and having fun. I was looking forward to getting drunk and having a laugh with the boys and girls I worked with. And then one of my workmates introduced me to Steve. He was a big bloke, 6ft 4 in his stocking feet and really handsome. He had the kind of eyes you could lose yourself in. All the people I work with know I'm gay so staring at him wasn't a big issue. But he was really fine.

I watched and watched and watched him. I'm sorry to say that when he went for a piss I followed him. He'd gone to the toilet before me and I went and stood next to him a the urinals. He was already pissing. I could hear that he had a big cock. And when I went to piss I saw it. It was like an elephant as he was swinging it round. He loooked me in the eyes while he was pissing and I didn't know what to do. He looked at my cock and chuckled before shaking his dick off and walking away.

I'm not very good at flirting with guys but then he came up to me. I was a little embarrassd. He knew I'd seen him and he knew I wanted him.

"I'm Steve by the way. I saw you looking"
I apologised. I was just looking elsewhere and couldn't take my eyes offf your cock. It's quite big.
"It is quite big. Do you think you can take it?"
And then I looked him in the eyes and would bend over for him. Hot hot hot!

He invited me back to his. I waa a little bit scared. I knew he would ruin me but wanted to go back.
He told me he'd be gentle. He told me he'd be considerate.
He wasn't
We kissed and I told him how much I enjoyed spending time with him.
And then he fucked me.

He apologised before he stuck his huge cock in me.
And he bent me over and fucked me.
It really hurt. And he rammed it in again and again.
I was standing against the wall, when he stood up
And my feet left the floor
Suspended on his cock as he rammed and rammed it home....

Hey guys..starting another new story..
SHOULD I CONTINUE? THANKS

Hung Muscle Cub Comes of Age

The big day had finally come….my much anticipated 18th birthday was here. I rubbed my swelling crotch and thought about all the hot sex I was going to have. Having decided that there was no reason to wait, I had driven from my tiny Southern Illinois town to another, slightly bigger one. I sat in front of the only gay bar I knew of in the whole county, wetting my lips as I braced myself to go in.
Being that it was a Friday night on a summer weekend, the place was pretty full when I opened the door. The burly bouncer barely glanced at my I.D., obviously much more interested in checking me out. I made my way to the bar, feeling every eye in the place on me. As I sipped my beer, I was approached by a very hot man who was maybe fifteen years my senior.
“Hi there bud.. I’m Steve. What brings you out tonight?”, he asked casually, his eyes lingering on my full pecs.
“I’m Tony and to be honest, I’m really just looking to have sex.” Surprised, Steve said, “ I don’t think you’ll have any problem with that.”
“Oh, yeah, then let’s get the fuck out of here and fix it then.”
“To be honest with you, I’m usually the one who makes the first move.” “And you did motherfucker. You jumped on me the minute I walked in here. Now do you want to fuck or don’t you?”, I said, somewhat shocked by my own directness.

Steve laughed, “We haven’t even talked enough to know if we’re compatible sexually.” “Do you find me attractive? I think you’re hot as hell, all muscled and shit. We’re compatible, fuck yeah.” With this I took him by the arm and steered him through the crowd.
In the parking lot, Steve led me to his car. The streetlights brought out his best qualities; handsome, tall, hairy chested. Once in his car, I pulled his face over to my huge chest and said, “It’s going to be my show tonight. Take off my shirt and worship my chest.” Doing as he was told, Steve gasped as my furry, chiseled chest came into view. “Well fuck me, I never imagined you would be this hairy for a young twenty something.” “Twenty my ass. Today’s my motherfucking 18th birthday and I’ve been waiting a long time for it. You’re the lucky bastard that I’m taking all my frustrations out on.”
Steve seemed startled by this and quickly spoke up, “I think I gave you the wrong impression by coming with you like this. Like I said, I like being in charge and am, in fact, a total top.” I smirked as he finished speaking, one eyebrow arching in amusement. “Alright total top, let’s see what kind of a cocksucker you are. Take my fucking dick out and get to work.” “Here? Right now?” Steve asked anxiously. “No dumb ass, Hong Kong next week. Of course here and right fucking now!” As I spoke I pushed the butch older stud’s head down my hairy expanse and rubbed his face into my crotch.
“You can’t wait to service my dick, can you? Want to feed you man, every fucking inch and every damn drop.” Steve whimpered at this, but couldn’t protest as I had worked over half of my fat 9 incher down his gullet. “That’s a good boy, keep taking that cock. Right, swirl all around that big shroom head. Feel my cream bubbling out the top for you? That’s it, lick it up fucker. Better get used to the flavor cause I’m going to fill both your hot holes with my big loads.”
Steve attempted to come off my cock at this, but I wasn’t having any of that. “Keep sucking that big cock fucker. Look at me while you nurse on the head. That mushroom is going to feel good plowing your tight hole. Bet you cum when I get it all worked in you. Now stick out that tongue.” I pulled my fat wet cock from his mouth and throat, causing a popping sound. Slapping him across the face with my raging cock, I rubbed the leaking head all over his lips and tongue. “You like getting dominated by a hairy straight looking fucker like me, don’t you man?”

By this point Steve was a whipped man and we both knew it. He gurgled and cooed as he struggled to work as much of my prick down his throat as he could. “Tell me how bad you want this load, “ I instructed, pulling completely out of him again.
“Please, sir. Let me be the first to taste your sweet cum.” I smiled as I used both fists on my cock, getting closer and closer to blowing my wad. “Now open your fucking mouth and look me in the eye as I feed you. Hold every drop in your mouth until I tell you to swallow.” Steve did as he was instructed, his tongue snaking out to tease my swollen cockhead.
He pulled on my big, hairy nuts just as I felt the tide turn. “Here it comes…eat that wad. How’s the total top enjoying lunch?” I laughed as he tried to contain all the hot cum I was firing into his open mouth, finally wiping the last ropes on his lips. Cum was dripping from the corners of his lips, “Let me see it. Fucking big load, huh dude? That’s a good boy, now swallow every drop of my milk.” I felt Steve’s own formidable prick spray my hairy muscled legs as he drank down my still warm seed.

Five years ago, when I was 35, my wife died. I was suddenly a single dad. My wife was not only a pretty woman and a good mom, she was also a very good lover. I, however, had some sexual experiences with men before I got married. When I watch x-rated movies I get excited with large-titted women but I get equally aroused by big-dicked men. The biggest dick I had ever had the pleasure of playing with was with one of my team mates in the college football team; he was about 7.5 inches long and had a beautiful body. We would call ourselves straight but sucked each other's cocks every now and then. Also, when I was 18, my 23-year old cousin Jake fucked me with his near-to-8 inch cock but this was an experience I do not want to think about.
I am quite good endowed in the manhood department, having an 8 incher when fully hard. After my wife's death I lost interest in sex but after a couple of years I rediscovered porn movies. I select my movies on my fascination for big tits - I had always been very lucky with my wife's DD rack - but I also focus on heavily equiped male actors: Chris Charming, Scott Nails and Mark Ashley are among my favourites. My appetite for big tits must be inherited by my son because once, when I got home late from a business meeting, I caught my son Michael masturbating in my bedroom. He did not see me but for me it was hard not to see my son's big cock, which appeared to be an inch longer than mine. I was actually proud to see that but I was also embarrassed. I had seen him naked a couple of times before, as we had both lived in the same house but this was different; his dick was hard now.
We have a large home and Michael's room and bathroom are upstairs while my room and the rest of the house is downstairs, I hardly ever go upstairs so it is not surprising that my son does not worry about walking completely naked from his room to the shower in his bathroom.
Last month Michael, who is now 19, came home from college for a long holiday weekend and brought one of his friends from his baseball team along. His name is Josh and about the same age as my son. He is a very tall, very well built young black man with that very lean but very muscular physique that you see on so many basketball players. He is also quite handsome.
That evening Josh and Michael went for a drink downtown and I did not even hear them come home. The next morning I had a load of fresh towels that I wanted to stack in the upstairs bathroom. From the top of the stairs, I saw Josh walk from the guestroom to the bathroom with nothing on, carrying his shaving kit. He did not see me. As I caught a full glimpse of him, I stopped dead in my tracks.
I saw the biggest, blackest piece of horsecock that I could ever have imagined. It swayed from side to side as Josh stepped down the hallway. I would estimate that this young stud was blessed with at least 11 inches of thick, uncircumcised black manhood and a sack of low-hanging enormous balls to match. It was clear that he trimmed his pubes away from the base of his dick. He had a huge cockhead the size of a small apple that was covered by tightly gathered foreskin that extended at least half an inch beyond the end of that huge black shaft of cock.
Josh made it into the bathroom. I was still shocked at what I had jsut seen. Although I know that my penis size is above average and my son's is a bit bigger, still we are nowhere near as large and thick as what Josh was swinging between his legs. My cock started to get hard and tented my bathrobe as I imagined the implications of what i had just seen.
I heard the shower start and thought: 'I'll just put these towels on the vanuty so when Josh gets done, he'll have one'. I stepped quickly into the bathroom but, as I set the towels down, I made a noise. I heard Josh say: 'Hey Mike, hand me a razor out of my shaving kit. I need to shave this stubble off my cock.' Before I could say or do anything, Josh pulled the shower curtain back, expecting to see my son. I was only three feet away from Josh and got a full front view of his magnificent, wet, naked body and his huge horsehung cock and ballsack hanging there with the water cascading over his body. He looked right at me and did not even try to cover himself. 'Well Mr Davis, I thought you were Mike'. My eyes were glueed on that huge piece of cockmeat, I could not take my eyes off it but I guess Josh was used to the attention he gets when he is naked. Looking at that thick, footlong piece of cock, I was horny in a way I do not remember feeling before.

Last year I took a trip with my girlfriend Jenny to Brazil. Yeah I know...when you go to Brazil you shouldn't go with your girlfriend, what's the point? Rio is full of hot, sexy beach girls who'll fuck your brains out. But we were hot for each other and figured we'd go there, hang out, stay on the beach, and basically fuck 24/7, or "expand our erotic life." My girlfriend's freaky and experimental so I figured we might even go for a threesome. These things were true...I just didn't see how our "erotic life" would "expand" or exactly what kind of a threesome we were in for! But I don't want to get ahead of myself.

First of all, about us. We're a typical uhmm..."hot" college couple. Last year we were both 20 when this happened. She's a smoking 5'7 with a firm, feminine body, beautiful skin, awesome ass, and a nice size C that looks great on her. With dirty-blond hair, blue eyes, and a navel ring, she completes the picture of "hot college babe" and I considered myself lucky to have her, the envy of every guy we met. Not that I'm bad myself! I stand about 5'10, messy blond hair, a cute boyish face (at least that's what she/other girls tell me) and a nice, tight body that I got from running, working out, and most important, being on the diving team at my school. I usually have a tan too, which doesn't hurt with the girls.

Anyway we decided to go to Rio over winter break. I won't bore you with the details. We had a great time on the beach, walking around, going out to nightclubs, trying the local food, checking out all the hot Brazilian girls tanning without a top at the beach, going to the beach some more, you get the idea. After a few days we were both working on our tans and she looked fucking hot! I had to protect her from a number of advances... not just locals but also annoying tourists, drunks, whatever. Wasn't too hard I'm a pretty tough guy, been in plenty of fights. And, oh yes, we spent the whole night fucking each others' brains out, often well into the morning and sometimes afternoon. A great time!

One day though I decided to leave her at the beach on Ipanema, with a French girl we had met and become friends with. I like my gf, but frankly, I always need some time for myself, and I wanted to check things out on my own for a while. I walked around the beach for a while, had a beer with two Australian guys and checked out all the hot-ass girls walking by, went into a videogame arcade, and then I walked into a juice stand across from the apartment we had rented. I didn't want to stay in a hotel because I wanted more privacy and it was nicer anyway. I ordered some delicious unknown-fruit medley and absentmindedly watched a soccer game on TV until a few minutes later I looked back toward the stand. I was left sort of speechless...

A few feet in front of me a guy was having some kind of juice. Now I'm not gay or anything and had never done anything with another guy, but something about him left me stunned. He was around my height but packed a lot more muscle. He wasn't exactly a bodybuilder, but he was seriously built, had a deep tan and a very handsome face; he didn't look hispanic I guess, more white, but he had a very deep tan and was wearing just surfing shorts.

What amazed me was the perfection of his body...it didn't look grotesque or over-defined like on some older guys who've been working out for years or took steroids. You could see almost every muscle, but there was nothing unnatural or artificial about it; his six-pack was more like an eight-pack and I was in a trance by how perfect it was, I mean it wasn't like a hint or outline of muscle, it really seemed to be cut out of marble. He was also watching the screen, not really noticing me.

A few minutes later I looked back up to his face. He had noticed I was checking out his body I think...I must have turned a few shades of red. This in turn made me even more embarrassed, so I looked away. I looked back up maybe half a minute later. He was watching the screen again. I couldn't take my eyes off his defined, bronzed, glistening muscles. I couldn't believe it, but I was getting hard! It was not like watching a girl and getting hard though. I felt weak in his presence. What the fuck was happening? Then I looked back up to his handsome face again. He was watching me. Although I became flustered again I didn't look away. He didn't have much of a reaction one way or another to me looking at him it seems. I couldn't read him. He wasn't angry, surprised, uncomfortable or anything. He just stared back at me for a few seconds, he seemed relaxed and confident. Then he watched TV again while he was finishing his juice.

We continued doing this back and forth for a few more minutes I guess. Then he finished his juice and walked away. I saw the muscles in his back play under his silky, tan skin and then it glistened when the sun hit it. He was waiting for the stoplight. I quickly paid off and walked outside, trying my best to hide my hard-on. I knew I was doing something weird but I couldn't stop myself, and don't think I would have wanted to at this point. I wasn't sure what I was going to do anyway! I walked up next to him. He glanced at me, nodded as if to say "hi" and quickly looked me up and down. I was impressed by how confident and relaxed he was, but I guess he had no reason not to be; it's just that I'm sure he saw I was nervous and so on. He just ignored me though and started to cross the street. I followed!

As we were walking side by side, he spoke to me in accented English. He said, "Hi." I looked back at him and said hi.

"What is your name?" he asked. He spoke pretty good English.

"Tom," I said.

Anyway he didn't say anything but we had just reached the other side of the street. He put his hand out nonchalantly,

"Hi Tom, I'm Carlos."

I took his hand but he just gave it one shake, not even, and released, not rudely, but as if he was leading things. We just stood looking at each other for a few seconds; he didn't have an aggressive look on his face or anything, but his relaxed confidence and iciness, mixed with a somewhat friendly air, were unnerving, I felt myself getting hard again. His eyes seem to look right through mine. "Where are you staying?" he asked. I gulped.

"Over here," I signaled with a nod at the building a couple down behind him.

"Cool," he said, as if he was accepting a dinner invitation, signaled with his head and turned around.

What the fuck was going on! Yet I was still hard...and looking at his magnificent muscled back, his cut triceps, perfect calves, and even just his demeanor settled things and almost without thinking I was following behind him. We went in past the doorman and soon we were in the elevator. He didn't say anything while we were going up just watched the door while I couldn't take my eyes off his body. The next few seconds were a flurry but soon I was unlocking the door to my apartment. Carlos immediately grabbed my forearm and dragged me inside. I let myself be led by him to the center of the living room. He took my forearm and placed it so that my palm rested on his incredible abs.

The contact was electric I felt weak in the knees. His tan skin was smooth and soft and it covered muscle that just seemed to vibrate with vitality. My hand was just frozen there. I looked in his face and lost it. He was very handsome with short brown hair and brown eyes, a perfect face...and again he just seemed to have an aura about him that was totally dominant. He wasn't trying or anything...just his natural confidence was overwhelming. "This is what you were looking at?" he asked, a wry smile on his face.

"Yeah," I said, and licked my lips. He smirked.

"So?" he asked. "What else do you want?" I didn't say anything I just looked at his body, his chiseled pecks and rock-hard shoulders. He noticed but didn't say anything. I extended my other hand and felt his shoulder and the power there.

"Can I?" I asked. He just slightly did an "up" nod as if to say "go ahead." I did just that. I ran my hands on his chest, several times on the magnificent ridges of his abs, on his shoulders and I felt his biceps. He was just looking at me smiling wryly or smirking at times. He curled his right bicep. I was in a total trance. He didn't object as Ieaned forward. My face was close to his powerful bicep now, I felt the heat coming from it. Tentatively I reached out with my tongue and licked it. I felt his smell...a mixture of soap, sweat, and a hint of the sea and the beach from where he had clearly just come and my dick got a lot harder. He just stood there while I licked and then French kissed his bicep. My face was red-hot and my heart was pounding in my head, but I was too far gone to think about what I was doing!

Pretty soon though he grabbed be by the back of my neck and made me face him again. He seemed to dominate and penetrate me with his eyes. With his other arm he grabbed my forearm again and led my hand to his cock. I gasped. It was already half hard and bulging in his surfing trunks. I was amazed by how thick it was. It seemed also to be very hot to the touch, even through the fabric. He released my arm but I kept massaging his growing cock.

"You like that?"

"Yeah..." I answered breathlessly.

"Good," he said.

He released the back of my neck and just made a slight motion with his face but the intention was clear. Without another word I dropped to my knees in front of this other guy I'd just met. My head was spinning but I couldn't stop.

CONTD

All characters in this fictional story are over the age of 18.

Jeff was always attracted to Kate, ever since the very first time that he met her in high school. Tall, confident, smart and sexy; everyone had a crush on Kate. They didn't hit it off right away, but when they crossed paths a bit later after college in their home town they found they had a lot in common. Kate had the kind of girl next door good looks that you see in movies. She was tall and thin, with perfect natural red hair and freckles. She had had shoulder length red hair. She had the prettiest large and intelligent blue eyes, that she tried to hide behind glasses or hats. When she made eye contact with you it felt like you were the luckiest man in the room. Despite her slender body she had larger than average breasts, and the contrast between her tiny waist and body with her large chest was especially sexy in any outfit. She exercised for more than 45 minutes every day and had a tight and toned stomach and legs. Although she was turning 27 this year, she had the body that could compete with any of girls half her age and she knew it and was constantly aware of it.

Of course, one of the difficulties for Jeff was that Kate was constantly being hit on by men. Usually guys would just sort of stare at her oddly. Kate had grown a kind of steely angry demeanor to give the guys leering at her an pissed off and outraged expression. For this reason a lot of people described Kate a being “bitchy”. It would keep most men afraid to approach her. The ones who did have the confidence to approach her were often drunk or stupid or some kind of a dare, Kate’s fierce demeanor was not giving any positive signals. For these guys Kate revealed in tearing them down and humiliating them.

Now at 27 years old and a 2nd year corporate lawyer, Kate was as smart as she was attractive. Most of the meat heads that thought they could bone her would find themselves retreating with their “tail between their legs” so to speak as she would intellectually and physically humiliate them along with her rejection. At 5’11” Kate was taller than a lot of guys when she was wearing heals she could often look down at the men who were trying to get her attention.


Jeff was the sort of man content to let Kate take the “pants” in the relationship. All of the mentioned attention made Kate a bit stuck up about her looks, she always expected to be the prettiest girl in the room, and she always was. This made her very hard to please in terms of gifts and dating.

Jeff worked to solve these problems for Kate and would gladly put up with her bitchy and needy demeanor in return for her amazing body and looks. Jeff made enough money that he could keep pleasing Kate with luxurious trips and dates. Although the sex was mostly vanilla, Jeff was thrilled to have secured such a gorgeous girl and was getting close to making a proposal. He had money saved up and had been dating and living with Kate now for more than 4 years.

For Kates’ 27th birthday Jeff had booked the top floor in a fancy apartment right on the beach for a full week. It wasn’t until they arrived that they realized that their trip had coincided with “beach week” for the local high school, and a group of teenage boys were renting the cheaper rooms on the bottom floors. Not only that but there was a shared pool and hot tub for the entire building and it didn’t look like there was much privacy.

Of course, this made Kate angry. She was expecting to relax at the beach, and loud teenage boys drinking, and partying was the last thing she wanted to have to hear. At least the rooms on the top floor were much larger and nicer. It was clear that Jeff and Kate were the adults in the situation since they were much older as well as staying in the larger and nicer rooms. Kate and Jeff figured they could complain and get the kids removed if they were too loud tonight.

*All characters are at least 18 years of age and are considered consenting adults. This story is sexual in nature, reader discretion is advised.

I'm the most well hung at my new school, well first let me introduce myself. My name is Eric. I'm 18 and a freshman at Wenthbury College which is pretty much like any other Midwestern college. I stand at 5' 9" 140lbs brown hair with hazel eyes. I'm a short stop for our All-State baseball team. My girlfriend is Stacy Purcell the skinny, big titted farm girl in my hometown who is also 18. I have a fairly well defined body with good mass and oh yeah, and I'm hung. At least that's what Stacy and all my friends growing up have told me.

Now I know from the Internet that 7 inches is not monstrous but it seems to be the impressive in our little town. My buddies call me meat bat, Stacy calls it an elephant trunk but the truth is no one has ever seen it soft. You see I have an impressive downward curve that gives the illusion of being completely limp even when I'm rock hard. It's worked in my favor all these years since I can just pop wood in the gym showers and everyone just thinks I'm completely limp. Stacy and I have fooled around but we're still virgins in a manner of speaking. Being the good Catholic kids we are losing our virginity wasn't an option so like most of the kids our age anal sex was the only alternative. So, she hasn't really experienced what I look like soft compared to hard. Typically, I kinda just whip it out, it dangles and bobs as we make out then she'll comment something like, "Easy swinging that trunk of yours." she'll bend over and moan about my "ridiculous" size as I pound her tight ass while her huge tits sway. She's never blown me so she has no idea that my dangling dick is really my hard on. And since her ass is so tight my "trunk" feels like a monster.

So, life is pretty fucking good.

Having a big one is not something that I have let rule my life. Really, "shy guy with a big dick" sums me up. I have, and always will prefer to stay under the radar, I don't like attention for being the best, or coming first. i'm not a loser, I just don't need accolades and praise to function in life.

Like all stories worth telling it starts with a girl. No doubt not perfect in everyones eyes, Sarah was perfect in mine. We had know each other right through high school and were now at college together. We had maintained a perfectly boring plutonic relationship. Don't get me wrong, I wanted more, she just didn't know it, and I wasn't going to tell her. It was like the worse kept secret, my long time friends knew, infact everyone knew, but she didn't. Well atleast that how she played it, and I figured if she did know and had decided not to do something about it then chances are she didn't like me like that. Making it awkward between us was not an option.

Anyway, Sarah and I were at college together, doing a lot of the same courses and both heading towards a degree in Biomechanics. I was doing it because I wanted to teach PE and coach hockey. She was doing it because she was a ranked tennis player, and figured once she had finished up on the professional circuit her tennis credentials and the degree would go well together. This would be a good time to explain what Sarah looks like. She is 5'9", 115lbs, obviously slim and well toned. Her best physical feature is her six pack. Its not not gross and masculine, its toned, faintly outlined, and like the rest of her, perfectly tanned. She is also blessed with what must be the perkiest D cups and butt and legs to die for. She is also very pretty. So anyway back to story. Biomechanics is not just a theory course. Grades are influenced on the physical sides of sport as well. Coordination, strength, agility, skills, and most relevent to this story, body fat percentage. Now don't get me wrong, the other physical aspects are great. I mean helping her train in tennis on a warm summer afternoon, while she wore some short shorts and only a couple of layers of sprts bra was great. I mean her abs tensing as she reached up to serve, her big boobs straining to escape as she came forward to hit a short volley. Its all great stuff. Even doing weights with her in the gym, my personal favourite was spotting her while she did horizontal flys. It doesn't get much better than looking down a girls top while she moves her arms back and forward. But like I said the body fat percentage proved to be the most interesting.

It was while we were doing a "personal training" module that it all happened. The class was put in same gender pairs to do a parctical assignment. As luck would have it there was an uneven number of boys and girls so Sarah and myself got to go together. It didn't bother us, we both worked well together, and hung out outside of class anyway so meeting up to work on the assigment was not an issue. We were warned that the assignment was on body fat percentage measurements and would involve us taking measurements off each other while she wore a bikini and I wore my underwear. Not much of an issue considering I had seen her in a bikini a 1000 times and she had seen me in board shorts the same. Besides she had had plenty done before as part of her tennis training. We arranged to catch up the next night at her dorm room as she was going out that night with her dick of a boyfriend, and I was off to meet mates at the local bar for pool and beer.

Her boyfriend was a dick, a real arrogant piece of shit. I really didn't like him, he treated me with complete dis-regard. He was your typical jock, at the college on a scholarship for hockey. Infact she had met him through me in a kind of round about way. We both played for the college hockey team, of course he was much better than me and he was the captain. I had taken her along to a team social at the bar. She got drunk and he got her. Better yet he was a talker. Every game in the changing rooms I got to hear about his latest conquest, Sarah, the girl I liked. Even better yet I got to field the questions from her girlfriends about does he have a good body, and most imporantly, does he have a big dick. I wanted tell them no, its really small, mines much bigger. But I didn't, cause, well I honestly didn't know. We were all pretty modest, turning our backs to put on our jocks and we had seperate shower cubicles, so there was no show and tell.

Well it was the night of the body fat percentage assignment. Now to calculate body fat percentage there are three different ways, we were using the calliper method. The calliper method involves pinching the skin together and measuring the thickness with callipers. As fat is uniformily distributed over the body, you take measurements from several different places and run them through a formula to come up with an average. I already knew this, I had read it in the class. What I didn't read was where the measurements were taken, that was on the assignment sheet that Sarah had. So I rocked on up to Sarahs, we cracked open a beer and started to discuss the assignment. As she had done it before she was going to measure me first then I was going to measure her. It suited me, atleast I wouldn't get barred up in my boxers. She quickly showed me the diagram of where she would take the measurements and my world stopped for a second. Measurement number seven, 3" below the apex of the crotch on the inside of the leg. Now everyone with a big dick has their own special little way of keeping it discreet. My way, while wearing boxers and board shorts etc is to use a cut-off of pantyhose. I basically wear a 4" ring of pantyhose at the top of my left leg and stuff the end into it. being well prepared I had done this that evening, but at 3" below, she was going to have difficulty getting the calipers in.

Sup, I work for a big UK delivery company called Parcelforce. I started my shift a few weeks ago and came to a big house. I was delivering a massive package to the door.

I knocked on the door and waited for a reply, a guy answered. He looked a few years older than me at about 35 and was slightly taller. He had broad shoulders and short black spiky hair. I asked him to sign it, so he did. He then said 'Would you be able to bring that inside?' I was a bit confused but I agreed and got it inside. I finally dropped the package on the floor with a heavy sigh.

'That package is massive, man' He murmured. I lightly laughed then quickly caught attention where he was really looking. He couldn't stop staring, he didn't even try to be discreet.

He got on his knees presumably to open the package, got right next to it then suddenly twisted to me. He began feeling my bulge through my trousers then started undoing my belt and unzipping my trousers. I'm only curious but for some reason I let him carry on, I looked around anxiously but he quickly whispered 'There's nobody else here'

He pulled down my trousers and began rubbing his hands around my legs then up around my dick. He felt it up through my boxers then suddenly thrusted his head towards it and put my dick in his mouth through my underwear.
I slowly began to get real hard and it wasn't long before he pulled my boxers down too.

He started to suck my dick and feel my balls. It was the weirdest situation but I just went along with it. I moaned and rubbed my nipples through my shirt. My dick got to a full 8 inch erection as he carried on sucking. He tugged on my cock for about 10 minutes with my head lolling back.

I suddenly groaned loudly moaning 'I'm gunna cum' I suddenly shot out about 8 full ropes of cum all over his face.

I went to the bathroom to clean up and I never came to his house again.

Let’s hear them . The first time , getting caught . Public places what ever you like .

I cant seem to find a story I remember reading about two girls with their boyfriends watching a movie and making a move on them while the movie is playing to see how big their dicks are.

More flash fiction…

If you enjoy this stuff, please say something. Otherwise… It’s kinda pointless for me to be posting it.


River had felt badly for Eric. The poor guy lacked confidence. Though it was easy to understand why. Throughout his childhood and high school, he’d been a misfit, too tall and skinny. Add on top of that, parents who couldn’t be bothered to help him dress well or teach him how to cultivate friendships. He’d been a loser and an outcast.

But now, as a senior in college, River had a major crush on him. The guy was sorta cute, super intelligent, kind, giving, and funny as hell. There had to be a way to pry him out of that shell.

The fortune teller at the carnival has promised this would work. Just sprinkle the powder into his drink, and “the rest will take care of itself.”

River hadn’t know what to expect…

But, it sure as fuck did work!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Now all River had to do was get Eric calmed down enough to get him back to the apartment… They’d also probably need to figure out how to free him from his ruined pants and underwear without harming his bountiful new assets.

BOOYAH!!!

Hmmmm… I wonder if I can get him to finish the rest of that coffee before we go? Because if a little is good, a lot is better, and too much is never enough.

"Okay is that all of the insurance that you were looking for?"
(Silence)
"Thank you Mr. Dickson. You are all set. If you have any further questions feel free to call us during regular business hours and one of our customer service reps will direct your call..."
(Silence)
"Thank you and you do the same."

Jesse removes his headset and logs off of his computer. Working from home has been a challenge for him as the routine of cold calling customers to try to convince them to purchase new insurance can be quite repetitive. Most calls fall of because someone picks up only to hang up again, which is a clear sign that they don't want to be bothered. Jesse attributes his thick skin in dealing with rude customers to his accidental occupation. It just so happens that Jesse was in desperate need of income after being laid off from his corporate job. A friend recommended he try telemarketing until he found something more suitable. Luckily most telemarketing jobs were done from home and Jesse felt this could be right up his alley. Five months in and Jesse was already thinking about jumping ship.

Working from home required some self management skills and he'd done pretty good meeting his quotas. Not bad for a newbie telemarketer. Jesse was your textbook bachelor. With an empty fridge, he always had to make food runs. Jesse lived in a swanky section of the city that was on the outskirts of downtown. All of the Yuppies who were finding their way to the city of Houston called this area home because it was close to everything. You had bars, restaurants, thrift stores, parks, and more all within walking distance. There was a popular food truck park just a few blocks over from Jesse's urban chic apartments. Jesse would trek the few blocks daily for meals available by the different vendors. The food truck park had a revolving door on available food trucks that would come and go. One that had just started showing up recently served gourmet hotdogs. It was a rather shabby food truck if compared it to other food trucks in the park. Jesse knew that you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover and took a chance. He approached the truck and there were no customers and nobody at the window ready to greet and take orders. Jesse studied the menu and figured he'd keep it simple with his order. If things were a success he'd venture into something more "gourmet-ish" next time.

A handsome stud with dusky tan and mussed greasy black hair stepped up in a dingy grease stained apron stepped up to the window. He picked up a rag and dried his hands before picking up his pen and pad. Jesse noticed the many colorful tattoos that adorned both of his bulging forearms. "Wow! Man those are some nice tats."

"Aww thanks man. I go to a guy named Tony over at the Scorpion Studios. He's the only one I'll let ink me up."

Jesse is still admiring the worker's tats and then snaps out of his lust so that he can place his order as he realizes the worker is standing there with pen and pad ready to write his order down. "I think I want to try the Chili dog with cheese, extra onions, and mustard. Throw in some onion rings and a Dr. Pepper."

"Awesome choice. It'll be ready in about 5 minutes. Name's Frank by the way." Frank points to the menu which reads "Frank's Gourmet Franks." "I'm the chef and owner of this truck."

"Nice to meet you Frank, my name is Jesse, I hope everything works out for you here at the food truck park. It'll only be a matter of time before the line is around the block." They both laugh and Frank gets busy preparing Jesse's order.

Frank is a pro at multi-tasking as he methodically prepares the chili dog and onion rings while talking with Jesse. Frank asks Jesse what he does for work. "I work from home doing telemarketing so I visit this food truck park quite often for lunch. You will be seeing me a lot because I live a few blocks over at the Ardmore apartments."

Frank perks up at that news. "Sweet! Spread the word if you don't mind." He winks at Jesse and flashes a rare smile showing off his perfect teeth. Jesse felt the tingles of goosebumps start to rise on his arms. It gave Jesse the courage to ask more probing questions into Franks personal life. "Oh you will definitely be seeing me regularly...." There is awkward silence as Jesse tries to frame the question he really had which was to find out of Frank was single. Frank continues to prep Jesse's chili dog and onion rings not thinking much about the silence. Jesse then breaks the silence "Frank, I can tell you probably get a lot of play from the females. Are you single? Married? What?"

Frank is forthright in his response. "I'm actually single right now bro. I just recently ended a 2 year relationship with my partner."

The wheels in Jesse's mind start spinning at Frank's choice of word to describe his significant other. "Would I be overstepping it if I asked you what happened between you and...her?"

"It was a 'he." I'm bisexual if that matters. We were moving in a different directions and he needed his space so I gave it to him. He was also bi and he was being pressured by his conservative parents to find a girl and settle down."

Although Jesse was happy to find out that Frank was open to something with guys he didn't want to seem insensitive at the news behind he and his partner's breakup. "Damn bro. I'm sorry about that. It can be hard when a family's expectations interfere with things."

"Thanks bud." Frank is bagging the food and collects a Dr. Pepper from the cooler below the counter. He hands the bag to Jesse again with a smile. Jesse again feels the prickly goosebumps rise on his arms. "Frank I don't know what you are doing after work but you are welcome to come over and hang out at my spot after you wrap things up with the food truck. I'm just 3 blocks from here."

"Forreal bro? Sure I'd be down for that." Frank presents a fist through the window in Jesse's direction. Jesse realizes it's the gesture for a fist bump and Jesse's fist meets Frank's. Jesse's plan worked. "Cool man. Take my number and just text me when you get there and I'll buzz you up." Frank hands Jesse his cellphone and Jesse knows that this is his cue to drop his name and digits into Frank's phone contacts. Before Jesse hands the phone back to Frank he sends himself a text message from Frank's phone so that he can have Frank's contact info as well. Jesse hands Frank his phone and walks off as a couple approaches "Frank's Gourmet Franks." Frank nods at Jesse and prepares to take the couples order. Jesse walks offs with his food in hand.

Minutes later, Jesse is home and ready to chow down and scarfed the food down in less than 10 minutes. The meal was everything that Jesse had hoped it would be. After eating Jesse decided to tidy up his spot a little so that it wasn't too bad when Frank arrived. "I'll clean up just enough so that I don't look like a complete slob but not too much so as not to seem like I'm trying to impress. Bachelors can be a little untidy." As he scoops up a pile of dirty laundry and tosses it into the dishwasher "out of sight, out of mind."

A few hours later Jesse has been continuously checking his phone for notifications in between chatting with friends online and randomly checking Sniffies to see what studs were in the area. Sniffies was showing a very active map and there are several messages awaiting Jesse's reply. It's always a pleasure to see messages on a dating app. Jesse decides to answer some of the messages he had on Sniffies, knowing that he wouldn't be able to link due to his highly anticipated meeting with Frank. Jesse replied to the messages but one in particular caught his eye. It came from a blank profile and the ping on the map showed this person to be in close proximity. Jesse's profile wasn't so discreet as he had a picture of him posted showing his face. There was a brief bio giving his physical stats, std status, kinks, and his sexual position. Jesse clicked the unread message and the first thing he saw was the image of a headless torso and a nicely exposed hung uncut penis that was surrounded by a thick bushel of black unruly pubes. Beneath the picture was a brief and too the point request. "Looks like you're close. I get off later if you want to link...let me kno." Jesse reviewed the picture once more with most of his focus on the large floppy penis that was fully sheathed by the foreskin. Jesse would also take time to appreciate the lovely set of balls that hung low and uneven behind his grand appendage. A drop of drool fell from Jesse's mouth and he felt a pang of emotion because he'd have to ignore the request in order to see Frank but then Jesse allowed his eyes to focus on the rest of the torso and that's when it hit him. The tattoos on the forearms were the same tattoos that he'd admired earlier on Frank. Jesse thought that maybe he was dreaming and he pinched himself. It was no dream, it was reality. Frank had hit Jesse up from an anonymous profile that was time stamped 30 minutes before Jesse made his way down to the food truck park which explains the close proximity they shared.

Just as Jesse was about to reply through the Sniffies app, he received a text message notification from Frank. "Hey bud, you still down to hang out? I'm done here at the park and I could definitely use some chill time with a new bro." Jesse beamed from the inside and quickly got his fingers moving across the keypad to reply "Yea bro, I'm still down. Just here watching a movie." It was a lie of course. Jesse hadn't been watching a movie but he had one ready to play so that when Frank arrived it looked like he'd been just watching a movie. In Jesse's mind it was going to be a "Netflix and Chill" type of night if he could help it. Moments later a buzz rung in Jesse's apartment which meant that someone was waiting to be buzzed in. Jesse Buzzed Frank up and meditated on whether or not he should bring up the Sniffies message or just let things fall into place naturally without bringing it to Frank's attention. There was a knock at the door and Jesse made his way over to invite his hot new guest inside.

"Welcome to my apartment Frank. Make yourself comfortable. I have a few things in the fridge and some beers in the fridge. Whatever you want bro you are welcome to it."

Frank is a bit sweaty from working in front of the grill on the dank food truck for hours. He had the pleasant musk of a man who'd been laboring and Jesse found it arousing but kept that to himself. Frank then asks "Hey bud would you mind if I washed up in your washroom real quick. I must smell awful right now and I'd hate to assault your nostrils."

As much as Jesse loved the aroma wafting from Franks musky pits and body he couldn't resist the possibility of being able to catch a glimpse of Franks dripping wet body step out of the shower should Frank decide to leave the door ajar. "Yea man. Help yourself. The soap and shampoo are in the shower. You can go ahead and shower and I'll bring you some dry towels for when you get out."

Frank heard "Yea" and started moving towards the washroom and was removing his clothes as he was walking. "You are awesome bro. This is a nice pad you have by the way." Jesse replied "thanks," as he brought 2 large towels into the restroom. Frank was already out of his shirt and shoes and was now working on removing his pants as he unbuttoned the snug Levis that hugged his thick muscular thighs. Jesse didn't want to linger too long as Frank got nude and so he turned around and started to walk out. "Hey Jesse where are you going? You don't want to stick around and...chat?" The way in which Frank said this implied that he was flirting with Jesse but Jesse didn't want to jump to conclusions although Jesse had already made his intentions pretty clear on Sniffies. Jesse beginning to sweat as he watched Frank stepped into the shower and let the water run over his well defined body covered in tattoos. The burgeoning boner that was starting to grow in Jesses tight fitting skinny jeans was too much to hide and Frank could see clear as day. Frank smiled at the rising bulge and said "I hit you up on Sniffies earlier. Did you finally see my message?"

"Yea I saw it once I got home but was too nervous to bring it up."

Frank was seducing Jesse whom he'd recognized from the moment he saw him standing at his food truck stand. "I recognized you when I saw you at my window and was hoping you'd recognized me but..."

Jesse responded "I hadn't checked Sniffies."

Frank stood in the open shower slowly lathering himself up with the foamy soap. Exra attention was paid to his limp cock which began to grow with each stroke of a soapy palm. It Eventually grew to an impressive thick 8 inch missile. The foreskin crept back with each pulse of blood that entered the spongy chambers of his cock. "Why don't you come join me in the shower?"

That was music to Jesse's ears and in a matter of seconds he was out of his clothes and stepping into the steamy shower beside Frank. The testosterone took over as the 2 horny hormonal young men fought the urge to start fucking right then an there. The steam from the shower was only exacerbated once the 2 steaming bodies added more steam to the enclosed shower. Sex pheromones filled the air. At this point words were no longer needed to communicate their intentions. Frank took Jesse by the hips and spun him around so as to have access to Jesses nicely shaped bubble butt. Frank pressed his firm penis into the valley that was Jesse's ass. That valley would soon be split further to expose the tight hole that Frank knew wanted to be invaded. Experience told Frank to take things slowly because his 8 inch penis would not just slide into the tiny tight hole easily. With gentle fingers he parted Jesses bouncy buns and let his fingers explore until they found the defiant hole that blocked Jesse's tunnel of pleasure. Jesse was already nervous but he wanted Frank to penetrate him immediately. "Frank the suspense is killing me bro. Just slide it in."

With that request, Frank did just that. The soap was lube enough. Frank was rather new to anal sex considering he's only dated one man who was his ex. He'd never experienced a hole with such grip before and it was more than he could handle. Thinking that slow strokes would allow him to last longer proved to be false. "Jesse it's so good. I don't know how much longer I can stay inside of you." Jesse had never had a cock so huge thrusting inside of him and he made another request "I can't take it much longer either. Cum inside of me Frank." In a matter of seconds Frank was blasting ropes of hot semen into Jesse's ass. The little energy Frank had after work was spent after releasing his load and his body fell slack against Jesse's. Jesse held the weight of Frank's body for a minute or 2 until Frank could stand up and exit the shower. Jesse too had exerted great energy just receiving Frank's large "frank." They both made their way over to Jesse's bed and fell fast asleep entwined in one another's clutches.

Let me be clear, I never was nor am I particularly turned on by large penises. I love my husband for his personality, his looks, the fact he is a good earner and a hard worker and because he has always treated me as an equal and taken his share of the responsibilities of building a household and a family, at the same time supporting me in my career. His huge manhood is just a fact of life, not particularly even a bonus, it would not matter if it was smaller or even actually small.

My girlfriends never understand this, they are always focusing on how I feel when we fuck. The truth is, I wouldn't say it was better than my previous boyfriends, who were all smaller and some of whom were actually just plain small, it is just different. For instance, for a long time we couldn't do it face to face, his dick just wouldn't go in unless he mounted me from behind.

We tried face to face the first time, I much prefer it as it is more intimate and never did it any other way. We had gone back to his place after a long night out with friends. I had known of him for a while and was a little curious to see what his cock looked like but nothing more than that. We had got quite passionate in the club beforehand and as soon as we were in the door I was pulling his shirt off and he was riding my dress up around my waist.

He sat down in a huge lazyboy armchair and I climbed onto him while still kissing him deeply. I could feel his manhood straining against his trousers and nudging my crotch which was so damp my lacy panties were clinging to every fold of my pussy. In a moment he pulled his cock free and it flipped up between us, right up to the botton of my rib cage. It was over a foot long, and - suprisingly to me - as thick as my wrist. I had imagined long cocks would not be thicker as well and it still seems odd to me, kind of, over the top.

I leant back looking at it for a moment as the foreskin slowly slid back on its own revealing a deep purple head the size of a apple. I was shocked by its size but didn't think it was a massive deal, a cock is a cock, so I got on with straddling it so that I could have my orgasm. I love to straddle a man sitting so that my large tits are right in his face, they love it to. Except this time as my pussy rested on top of his cock it just would not go in.

I tried sliding my fingers round the rim of my pussy lips and then pulling them apart, but they were stretched to splitting point already and only the tiniest tip of his cock was in. I tried brute force and lifted my knees of the armchair to let my full weight bear down in his rod, that didn't work either. At this point he took matters into his hands. I let him as he obviously had more experience of the situation.

Taking my slim hips in his hands his spun me round and lifted me up until me knees rested on the arms of the chair. The he push me forward till I had to support my self by grabbing his ankles. In this position I could look back up to my pussy which had streamers of juice hanging down from it onto his massive, pulsing cock.

Slowly he guided my gaping hole onto him. There it rested against his bellend for a moment before, with a twitch, it slotted home.

I had knocked three times, and still nothing, “Kal?” my voice echoed down the hallway, “I’m coming in.” Despite moving out three years ago, I still had the keys. But, the apartment was a far cry from when I lived there or came to visit. The couch, the coffee table, even the lamps were gone, and in their place were piles of spent beercans and stained takeout boxes. Had Lisa upended the garbage cans when she left?

“Kal?” still no answer, and the rocks in my stomach grew heavier. We weren’t as close as we used to be. Hell, I’d heard about the break up from someone else. But it had been a week since anyone had heard from him, and I wasn’t about to leave him like… this.

“Kal?” his bedroom door was open, but the room was empty. A pile of dusty clothes and plastic bins where the bed used to be. I turned down the hall back to my old room, the smaller of the pair, the door was closed. His car was parked out front. I took a nervous breath. Shit, was I going to have to call the police?

I sighed with relief to find Kal laying on the rickety twin bed I’d left behind, curled into a fetal position. Bloodshot eyes very much open, and still very much breathing.

“Kal?” I repeated, touching his shoulder when he didn’t answer. He flinched, and turned to look up at me.

“Emre?”

I nodded, “Hey man, people were worried about you so I decided to check in.”

“How did…” his voice was rough and he seemed to lack the will to even finish the sentence.

I gave my keys a jingle before crouching down to meet him eye to eye, “When was the last time you left the apartment?”

“Not since,” he squeezed his eyes shut, and took a slow uneven breath, he opened his mouth again to keep going, but nothing came out.

“OK, well I’m here,” shit. Now what? “Let me go get some water for you.”

I fled the room and returned with the faded superman mug I’d given him one Christmas. Despite the occasional joke about his parents’ nerdy name choice, it never bothered him. Maybe he even enjoyed it a little. Being 6’5’’ and having shoulders wider than a Kansas cornfield probably didn’t hurt either.

I pushed the mug toward him, and after no movement I grumbled, “OK, either you take the mug or I am pouring it down your throat like I did on John’s twenty second birthday.

He coughed softly before pulling himself up to take the mug. The poor faded tshirt he wore had torn on the seams trying to accommodate his biceps. The ratty looking boxers he was wearing were even worse. I let him sip it in silence.

“Fuck,” I coughed, at the sudden wave of smell. It was like I had jumped into his gym bag, “When was the last time you changed… or showered? You are ripe!”

His lips quirked, a few steps shy of a smile, but it was something, he shrugged.

“Uh uh,” I said, shaking my finger like an elderly aunt, “stand up.”

He did, and I was suddenly reminded of how tight that shirt was, and that those boxers had a hole in them that show patches of skin I was NOT going to look at, “Go take a rinse. Soap if you can manage.”

He seemed to ponder it, before nodding and walking away. I sighed. This was worse than ‘hung over Kal.’ I needed to get him talking. As soon as I heard the shower run, I changed the sheets on the bed. It was a twin, so Lisa hadn’t taken that along with everything else, and I refilled the water.

I was just restuffing pillows into mismatched cases when Kal returned, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs (in better condition this time), and collapsed back on the bed. He looked at me for a moment, before turning on his side and facing away from me.

I sighed, and squeezed into the bed behind him, “Kal,” I said to a mass of wet blond hair, “You need to get up.”

“I got up.”

“You showered.”

“Yup.”

“May we can do something more, like put on clothes?”

“No,” he grumbled.

“What about eating?”

“Not hungry.”

I rolled my eyes, “Ok, well what about–oh Goddamnit!” I yelped, yanking my hand back from his shoulder, “Did you dry off at all?”

There was a snort, “Only found an hand towel.”

“Well there goes having clean dry sheets.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Change the sheets? They smelled like summer ass.”

Another snort, his voice was quieter this time, “You didn’t have to come.”

“Yes,” I said, ignoring the wet hand as I gave his shoulder a squeeze, “I did.”

The effect was immediate, the curled hunch of his shoulders relaxed, and the muscles on his neck unclenched. I pulled my arm further around him, and gave him a squeeze, soaking my tshirt in the process. Kal sighed and let some his weight rest against me as he rolled into my arms.

“Thanks.”

“Any time man.”

I held him like that for a while, and I felt his breathing slow. For a moment I thought he was nodding off, but he spoke up again, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Well you could start by getting out of my old bed. How long have you been here?”

“I’ve been sleeping in here for the last two months.”

“That… must have been hard.”

“It should have been. But–-”

“No I mean, you barely fit on this damn bed. Scoot over.”

Another amused snort, and he shifted his back to give me more space. I struggled to get my arm under his head but he kept nearly crushing it as he shifted his shoulders. “Sorry,” he said turning around to face me, and I was rewarded with a sheepish smile, “I’m not really good at being the little spoon.”

“Well take that up with your parents and their genes, you damn ox,” I said giving him a little shove before lifting my arms to accommodate him.

Another smile, and barely noticing the shift, my head was resting on his bicep, and I was looking at him face to face. Kal had his other arm around me. One of my arms was hovering over his side and the other was wedged against his chest. After a quizzical look from Kal, I let my arm drop onto his side.

“Better?” he asked.

“I mean, I’m definitely soaked now. But, at least its a little less awkward. You weren’t much of a cuddler when I lived here.”

He seemed to deflate a little, “Yeah… I didn’t realize how much I loved it until I had it. But then…” his eyes drifted again. Shit.

“Well, if you don’t mind the stubble,” I said, nodding my chin for effect, “I won’t turn it down.”

His arms pressed into my back, and I let him pull me forward into his chest. The stubble on his pecs pricked my nose, and I was reminded that Lisa used to make him shave. Fucking shame, I always enjoy the blonde curly fuzz. Even though he was he was wet, he was so warm, and I shut my eyes, just taking in the feeling of him. I couldn’t smell any soap on him, just the clean smell of him. And it was good. Oh this felt really good.

Oh no.

We held each other for a few minutes, and his breathing slowed. Growing erection aside, I was halfway to falling asleep when Kal gave a nearly silent shudder. I began to feel hot tears on my neck.

“Kal?”

He sniffled, and gave me a squeeze. I squeezed back. I let his tears turn to sobs, and held on as he wept. Trying hard not to do the same.

Eventually I felt him take the deep breaths trying to regain control, and I pulled away to look at his tear stained face. He looked away, unable to meet my gaze, until I reached up and put a thumb on his cheek. God, I wanted to kiss that cheek.

“Hey,” I kept my voice soft.

Another long sniff, “I’m sorry man, I just haven’t held someone in so damn long. Jesus. I needed this. I just…” he took a long shuddering breath, “am I unlovable?”

The question was a mule kick to the chest, “Oh honey, that is fucking bullshit. I don’t know where that came from, but no, you are plenty fucking lovable.”

“Then, am I just unattractive?”

“The fuck? Oh come on, now you’re just fishing for complements. Of course you’re fucking attractive.”

He chuckled through his tears, before looking distant, “Lisa stopped… Lisa wouldn’t… it had been weeks since we even kissed. When I found out she was seeing other guys… I just… I wasn’t worth…” he took steadying breaths.

Oh that conniving miserable bitch. Someday I was going to make her life very very unpleasant. But right now, “Kal whatever the fuck is wrong with her is her own deal. But you are worthy of love, and you definitely attractive.”

His eyes brightened, “Really?”

I rolled my eyes, before giving his chest a little smack, “holy shit dude, you are sweet. You are kind, and you are BUILT.”

He chuckled, “Do you… think I’m attractive?”

Uh oh, “Uh… yes… but I don’t think I’m your type.”

“You aren’t just saying that?”

“I’m literally trying to figure out things to think of to keep from getting completely hard while cuddling with you.”

Kal’s blue eyes narrowed, his expression was unreadable. I yelped as he cupped the crotch of my jeans before giving it a long slow squeeze. His fingers wandered over the length of my cock which was rapidly coming to full attention.

“Kal WHATTHEFUCK?”

His expression remained unreadable, “I… wasn’t sure if you actually meant it.”

“I–” my response died as he gave my cock another squeeze, and my hips instinctively pushed into his hand, “Is that enough proof for you?” I was breathing hard.

He nodded, but didn’t remove his hand, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. But…” I let my hand rest on his. Oh god, I did not want him to stop.

“But?” he said, his voice going a little rough.

“You’re straight.”

“Right now I don’t really fucking care about that,” and he kissed me like a man drowning. I moaned into his lips and pulled closer to him. It was practically bruising at first, but as he moved his lips, it softened. But the hunger was still there. Oh holy shit.

We laid there like that for long moments clinging to each other making out like desperate teenagers. The heat of his cock pressed onto my stomach. Eventually all of the voices in my head started screaming, and I pulled away gasping.

“We have to, we can’t… you’re not in the right state of mind.”

“Emre for the first time in days, in weeks, I don’t feel like I’m going crazy.”

“I don’t know, randomly kissing guys seems kind of crazy.”

“I’m not kissing guys. I’m kissing you.”

Smooth motherfucker. I should roll my eyes, but instead I drew him into another round of kissing. His hands began to roam over my chest and down my sides, he tugged on my shirt, and with a nod from me he pulled it off. Lingering shower water stuck our chests together, and I smiled as I felt him working the button on my jeans.

“You sure?” I said.

He nodded, before pulling my jeans off. Not exactly expecting sexy times, I wore a bit of a stretched out set of boxer briefs, and the tip of my cock peaked over the waistband. Kal couldn’t seem to help himself, and pulled them down. Our kissing stopped as he just sort of stared at my cock.

“Something wrong?” I asked, feeling more than a little exposed.

He shook his head, and began to stroke me, I rolled onto my back, shut my eyes and just let it wash over me. When I cracked them open, he was staring at me, a crooked smile on his face.

“Do you like it?”

I nodded.

He grins, and rolls my balls in his fingers. Fuck. As he works, I feel a fingertip slide over my hole. I jumped as the chill ran through me, but he continued, grinning all the while.

“Enjoying the show?”

He nodded, “I’ve always wondered what you looked like naked.”

I blinked. Well, that’s… uh new information. Rather than let my heart skip too many beats, I turned and start kissing him again. With minimal direction, I pushed him onto his back and got on top of him. I let my lips wander over his cheek and his neck, rewarding me with a groan, and a pulse from his crotch on my bare ass. I couldn’t help but knead those wide shoulders, and slid further down, running my lips over his chest, feeling that delightful stubble. His nipples weren’t too sensitive, but when I gave him a gentle bite, his body shook beneath mine.

His hands weren’t idle. Kal continued to use his reach to jerk me when he could, and ran his fingers through my hair. When my mouth trailed over his stomach, I felt the sticky wet on my chest and neck. Holy fuck, his boxerbriefs were absolutely drenched in precum.

Curiosity and horniness won over taking my time, and I yanked his underwear off. His fat uncut cock slapped against his belly, leaving a line of shiny precum. Goddamn he was thick! I took him in my hand and he moaned softly in response.

Sliding down, I ran a tongue over the barely exposed head, and Kal pulsed with another line of precum. The warm salt taste utterly overtook me, and I began licking up and down the length of him, my other hand cupping his balls.

After returning to his head, I slowly eased him into my mouth. God, I wanted to just inhale him. His foreskin wasn’t loose, but I was still able to slide my tongue in and swirl it around on each each stroke. It took me a while to loosen my jaw up, but soon I was sucking cock with wild abandon.

Kal could barely keep it together, his hips jostled, and his legs shift. I caught a glimpse of toes curling, and I knew I’m starting to get close. Just a little longer and…

“Emre,” Kal gasped, a hand on my chin, “I’m gonna come unless you stop.”

“Do you want to come?”

Kal bit his lip for a moment, “I kind of wanted to try fucking you. If that’s OK.”

“You… want to fuck…me?”

He nodded vigorously, and I felt his cock twitch in agreement.

My eyes rolled, “do you have any Lube?”

“Shit… uh can we just,” he gave his cock a pull, producing another prodigious bead of precum.

“Funny. Your cock is waaaay too thick to do that.”

He shrugged, another sheepish smile on his face, “Blame my genes?”

“I’ll send your parents a card,” I replied, walking into the bathroom before returning with some old lotion from one of the drawers. Kind of gross, I know, but fuck, desperate times and all that.

Kal grinned as I straddled him. While his eyes were still red, the earlier pain seemed far away. I began to lube up his cock with a twisting motion, and for a moment I was worried that would be it for him. God, he really did precum buckets.

I lifted myself and guided him in. It had been a while, but the slow stretch, the heat, the feeling of fullness was intoxicating. I took him inch by inch with long exhales, not trusting myself to bottom out just yet. When Kal wrapped wide strong hands on my hips, the relief rolled over me, and my body relaxed down into his lap. Kal sighed, his eyes slitting.

For a moment we just sat there together, my hands splayed on his chest. But the slight jostle of his hips, raised goosebumps, and I need to move with him. Soon I was riding him, still not fast, but just letting both of us fall into the rhythm of it.

As the pace picked up, our hands began to wander again. There was something about those wide shoulders that begged to be kneaded. Kal’s hands gripped my ass spreading me wide, and I felt him start to put a little more oomph as he rose to meet me.

An absolutely porn-worthy bottom moan escaped before I was able to clamp my lips shut. I turned away, my face burning, and mind filled with images of Kal pushing me off. I’d been with my fair share of ‘straight’ guys, and the thing that killed the mood fastest was reminding them they were fucking another man. Sure enough, Kal slowed to a stop and stat up.

Face inches from mine, I could hardly ignore the intense expression on his face.

“I’m sorry, I know–”

“I want to hear you,” his voice was low.

“Huh?”

“I want. To hear. You.” he said, before pushing his lips into mine, and lifting me up from his lap. With pure strength, Kal started bouncing me on his cock. Holy shit. I’m not a big guy, but I’d never been man-handled like this. My legs wrapped around him and I held on for dear fucking life. Between the squeeze of his arms around me, and hammering pressure, I couldn’t have kept quiet if I tried.

Kal lifted me up, and with a smooth motion placed me on me back. With him now on top, he increased in speed and force. Soon he was shouting along with me. Every time he slammed into me, I shook. I wanted to do more but, each thrust practically reset my brain, all I could do was grip granite biceps and cry out into his shoulder.

“Em… Em… I’m getting close.” He growled into my ear. And I laid back to see his face clouded over with pleasure. God damnit he was beautiful, he tried to say something but I kissed him and that was enough, his rhythm fell apart and he jerked with deep uneven thrusts, coming with a long groan.

Pressure welled up inside of me, as I felt the heat of his load pulse into me over and over. It was too much, and without touching my erection, I came with him. The world went fuzzy. And with each uneven thrust another wave of pleasure rolled over me. After what seemed like a blissful eternity he collapsed on top of me.

We lay like that for a while, until he started to giggle. Eventually rolling off of me, he still held me close. His expression.

“What?”

“Jesus, I just realized I am so fucking hungry. Do you want to go out and grab some dinner?”

“Oh NOW you want to get up? Well we can go as soon as I can fucking walk.”

My opponents brother, a true locker room experience
I have had several suggestions to repost this here.

First time with starting a thread, and I hope its posted in the right spot, but this one said real life experiences. This was the first sexual experience I had with multiple people outside of my normal teammate buddies I had grown up with, we were always sharing girls and being each others wingman.

My high school and even Jr. high must have been one of the last to still have a majority of guys who wore a jockstrap so I never realized the sheer significance nor the minority wearing one actually put me in. Having normally worn a jockstrap for any sport I was in and even PE since early in my high school career and even for wrestling in middle school which was 2003/2004. I have since had many questions about why others did not see the importance.
My best jack off times were after being jocked for practice for a few hours, then jackin it to wind down, but I never fully realized the power of all that testosterone til this day.
When I went to college to wrestle it seemed I was the only one who wore a jock. In the first few weeks I had several teammates who had questions about why I wore one and what made me start wearing one, the constant questioning about my choice of how I took care of my nuts was actually very exhilarating. A few of them had worn a jockstrap for practice in high school but most had never worn one under their singlet. Most just did whatever the majority at their school did--i.e compression shorts, boxer briefs or a few wrestling briefs. I told them that from what I had seen they spent a lot of time straightening the legs of their boxer briefs or keeping the legs of their compression shorts pulled down to a comfortable level or constantly pulling at the crotch of the singlet to keep things from getting miserably bunched up. I told them that a jock was comfortable and didn't need to be adjusting as much and I had always been told that wearing a jock would raise your testosterone level and improve your performance. Within a few weeks about 8 of my teammates were regular jock wearers and a few more wore one from time to time (I don't know how they picked the times to wear one and the times to not wear one)

Being a jockstrap wearer now days usually means you are in the minority in most locker room situations and with a sport like wrestling were most are a tight knit group and you have friends on other teams you sometimes get questioned about it from other teams as well. And when you do run into guys on the other team that wear a jock there seems to be an immediate silent bond, like you both know something important that nobody else has been smart enough to figure out.

At a recent quad meet I witnessed something after the last match that made me blow a load in my jock just from watching it unfold and I do not consider myself gay, but I am curious and open minded. All four teams where in one large locker room were the weighing, skin checks and dressing was occurring. We were weighing in by weight class, then going over for the skin check then getting dressed more with others in our weight class than with our teammates. Other than guys on my team I only saw one jock in the whole bunch and it was a guy in the weight just below me. Of the four in my weight class I think one was wearing jockey brand tightey whities, one was wearing a real short pair of underarmour tight underwear, I was wearing my jock with a pair of lite weight basketball shorts over it and the last guy was wearing sweat pants with no underwear-we knew this because he took them off and weighed nude. I was shocked he was allowed to weigh nude as we had been told it was now not allowed, nor was weighing in just a jock as had been my habit in high school. After he weighed the sweat pants guy started asking around trying to find his brother, I found this odd because they were pushing us to get dressed and get on the mats and warm up.

The weight above me got picked to start, so that meant I wrestled last in every match. My last match of the day was against sweat pants guy. As we wrestled I became aware that he was also wearing a jockstrap. I held my own but lost the match. He was a ranked senior and I was just a freshman. After the match was over he came over to me to shake my hand again, he was still wearing just his singlet and had lowered it to the point that about half his jock waistband was showing all the way around. As we were talking two of the hottest chics in the whole gym came up to talk to him. When he turn to talk one of them put her arm around his back with her hand on his butt. Then she started like tracing the jockstrap line on his butt with her finger, after a minute of that she tucked her hand in the waist of his jock as if to rest it there. Before she left she turned to face him and with both hands tucked under his jock waist she gave him one of the most passionate kissed I have ever seen in public. She then gently rubbed her hands across his ass around his hips and across his crotch before winking and walking off with her friend.

Just as we started talking again another guy walked up to him and said "hey bro I need my jock back we have freshman workouts in 5 minutes". He looked at me an said be back in a minute. He went with his brother over to the side of the bleachers took off his singlet and jockstrap and handed the jock to his brother who was also standing naked by this time. All this time their strapped ass and nude ass was visible to what crowd was left milling in the gym. His brother had been wearing compression shorts and basketball shorts. His brother put the jock on and then the compression shorts and gave his basketball shorts to him to wear. He came back wearing the basketball shorts, showing a very prominate bulge and carrying his singlet. The brother came over wearing nothing but compression shorts with the recently used jock peaking over the top of the waist. He then ask his older brother if the girls were going to be available for a blow job after practice. I was totally amazed at the brothers' openness and boldness. The older brother then said we had better hit the showers before I got left behind by my team. When I went to take off my jock to shower was when I realized I had totally soaked it in cum. I amazed I could blow such a load with no physical contact. This was the first time I started to realize the full effect being around other jocked studs could have on me.

After we showered he asked if I wanted to come back later and meet them and the girls, since my school was only 20 minutes away so I readily agreed.
By the time I was coming out of the shower my coach was yelling for everyone to get on the bus. I hastily threw on a sweatshirt, pair of shorts and flip flops and was starting to pack up when "sweat pants guy", who I now new was Allen, said just leave your gear here, we will still be working out when you get back and you can join us. I threw my towel down over everything and ran out to the bus.

On the ride back to school I started to think about the events of the last few hours, it was then I realized I probably should have took a little more time and at least put on some underwear as the more I dwelled on things the harder it became to keep my dick from being real embarrassing in just shorts. Then I started to worry about wether Allen would put away my gear and discover my jock crisp with cum? Then I started to wonder what it was like to have a brother who obviously shared everything from girls to jockstraps?? As soon as we arrived at school I went straight to my car and headed back. I was curious and drawn to my new friends and their unique relationship. On the drive back it was impossible to keep my dick down, it was so hard I almost tried jacking off while I drove. I didn't understand my extreme horniness, I had jacked off twice that morning before we went to the quad and had blown a huge load in my jock just an hour earlier but I was still leaking pre cum to the point I had to pull up the leg of my shorts and wrap the head of my dick in an old T shirt to keep from having a huge wet spot on the front of my shorts.

By the time I arrived my hard on had subsided enough that it would at least hang down, still creating an unsightly bulge but at least not sticking straight out. I arrived at their practice gym to find most of the guys doing chin ups on the bars mounted around the wall. I spotted Allen's brother (Aaron) easily from the back, his jock band had road up in the back to the point it was totally above the waist of his compression shorts. He soon saw me and came over. I asked were Allen was at, he said "Ashley wouldn't leave him alone so they went somewhere to fuck, she's always horny for guys in jocks" (hummm, a girl with a thing for guys in jockstraps). We were walking back toward the locker room. When we got there I saw my towel had been hung on a peg in the locker next to Aaron's, my heart sank, had he seen my jock, did he hang it up an see it crusty with cum, would he know it was cum from watching him and his brother earlier? Aaron then said that Ashley's friend was coming back to see us in a little while and did I want to join the freshman workout til she arrived,the much like some of ours it was an open workout for the freshmen as well as any local high school seniors who want to practice at a little higher level.
Both those girls have a thing for sweaty jocked hot guys. As i started looking for my jock to put on it was then I realized the waistband I was seeing above his compression shorts was not his it was mine!! All I knew to do was say "I can't find my jock"? Oh yeah Aaron said I wanted to try it, hope yo don't mind, you want to just use mine? I didn't say anything at first, then I started to say sorry it was a little dirty (I don't know why I was apologizing for the condition of my own jock, he was the one who took it upon himself to borrow it) when he cut me off and said yeah I know, hope you don't get mad but I've been leaking pre cum in it all practice too, your balls must be a little bigger than mine because it was a little stretched out around my balls but that new feeling of loose support has been milking my balls like crazy. I am still standing there almost speechless but I knew if I didn't get somebody's jock on soon I was going to be real embarrassed by what my dick was about to do. I grabbed the jock out of Aaron's locker and quickly dropped my shorts to get it on before I got any harder. Aaron then said " I bet you don't point down today" and then kind of chuckled. He was right, knowing this was the jock both he and Allen had worn today pushed me over the top, I was completely hard and was shocked I hadn't blown another load. He then tossed me a pair of compression short and said here wear these we don't usually practice in loose clothing. I glanced at him then at my dick and he said don't worry about it, you wont be the only one, you will just look like you are really hung. I complied knowing I needed to get started working out and exert some energy to divert some of the overload of testosterone flowing through my body.

After about 40 minutes of strenuous working out, Aaron noticed Ashley's friend at the door almost drooling at all the scantily clad well built studs in that room. He said lets go, she'll take some weight off our balls. We went back to the locker room and she followed us in just like she did it all the time. I was about to grab my towel and shower when Aaron stopped me and said not yet. He then grabbed a key from the coaches office and let us into the athletic trainer's room. He told me to sit on one of the training tables and then he sat down beside me on the same table. Ashley's friend, who we now knew was Lori, then proceeded to take off our shoes and socks and then pulled off our compression shorts but left our jocks on. She then started messaging both our jock pouches as she watched the contents grow. She then pulled the jock pouches to one side leting loose 2 very hard throbbing dicks, she just grinned. Alternating between us she started by licking our ball then our shaft, then when I thought I could take no more she engulfed my whole dick in her mouth and I thought I would scream with pleasure. After several minutes of alternating between us she started sucking on Aaron with a force that could pump the Hoover Dam dry. When he started filling her mouth I thought it would never stop, but I'm glad it did because I was in need of that same attention. She kissed him briefly, then kissed me with some of his cum still on her lips, then as she saw my dick bouncing with each heartbeat she engulfed it with the same vengance. It wasn't long before I was pumping out more cum than ever before in my life, and this was the fourth time in less than 12 hours. My first spurt hit the back of her thoat with so much force I thought whe would choke, but although her eyes watered she kept sucking and swallowing till I couldn't stand it anymore. We both just laid back on the table and breathed deeply and chuckled in amazement of what had just happened.

Lori left into a back hallway and we walked back into the lockerroom wearing nothing but a jock and carrying the rest of our stuff, the rest of the freshmen started to come in from workouts and hit the shower. They did not seem to find it strange that we were standing there flushed and out of breath wearing nothing but a jock. We went back to the lockers and took off our jocks, he handed me mine back and said I could keep the one I was wearing, I am not sure why then or now but I have still not been able to bring myself to wash those jocks, and still wear them on special matches when I feel I need that extra testosterone boost. I asked what he was going to do for a jock and he said ther are plenty more here that need a home, while pointing to a lost and found bin for just jocks, much like our college has now for all "shared" clothing items. Although we never touched each other dicks or balls, I felt as iff I had just had amazing sex with him and it didn't even seem strange or wierd. Then as I realized I was about to enter the showers with a group of well built guys I had never met before, i felt a slight stirring in my groin again. Although it plumped up a little I fortuneatley didn't get another hard on in the midst of all these guys. But I did wonder how many of them had shared a jock or had a similar experience.

NOTE: all characters openly discussed are 18 at the time of the story.

Dustin, Mickey, Timmy and Kenny were the four biggest nerds at the rural high school, where football was everything and football players were kings. For decades, the Plainsville High Ocelots were undefeated, with each player graduating with a perfect GPA (that they didn't earn), top SAT scores (that they didn't earn) and a free ride to literally any college of their choice. Many went on to play in the NFL, with the bulk of the remaining players ending up top of whatever field they chose, regardless of their level of skill or knowledge. This naturally kept football at the very forefront, and made you an outcast if you even pointed out your opinions on the subject.

Naturally, being as far from football players made the four guys practically invisible if they were lucky and subject to ridicule and bullying if they weren't.

And the worst was Wyatt, the greatest quarterback in the school's history and the biggest alpha male in school. And right beside him was his three best friends, Ryan, Kellan and Skyler. Together they were the uncontested kings of the school, with Wyatt naturally being their leader.

But Dustin, the Wyatt of the group of nerds, found a way to fix things in their favor.

After football practice, Wyatt and his cohorts were still in the locker room after everyone else left. They said it was so the rest of the team "wouldn't feel so unmanly after seeing the top four alphas in school". It was heavily implied that there must have been 5 feet of cock between the four of them, with Wyatt naturally being the most endowed of the four. Rumors circulated that just looking at Wyatt's cock would turn even the most heterosexual of men into a cock-hungry power bottom. A few weeks ago, after beating Stoneridge High, rumors spread that he walked into their locker room before the game and fucked their quarterback so hard, he literally fucked the man out of him.

But Dustin knew not to fall for rumors, as did Mickey, whose cousin goes to Stoneridge and said that they lost due to half the team getting sick after eating at a dingy restaurant a block from the school.

The four nerds snuck into the locker room and each hid in an unused locker. Eventually the four jocks came out, towels wrapped around their narrow waists that separated their powerful colt-like legs and their bull-like torsos. Men twice their age could never possess even a fraction of their sheer masculine prowess.

Skyler, a blond twink with boy band looks was the leanest of the four but still more formidable than most MCU actors. He looked like a young Chord Overstreet with nearly twice the muscle.

Kellan, the second-leanest guy on the team and one of the few Asians in school. He looked like Peter Sudarso but with a bigger chin and twice the muscle.

Ryan had a body like Johnathan Majors, save for being only 5'4", and a face like a young Usher.

Wyatt, at 6'7" and impossibly muscular for his age, definitely looked like a basic description of an alpha male come to life. He towered over his friends, even the 6'2" Kellan.

Just the sight of all that hot, wet barely legal beef got the loins of the nerds stirring. But they had a task to complete. Despite the rumors about them, it seemed strange that complete braggards like these wouldn't be flaunting their power more blatantly. No way that arrogant pricks like these would genuinely want to shower after everyone else has left. They'd probably sell tickets and even charge for a skull fuck! And then... the moment they've been waiting for came.

One by one they took off their towels and the reason why they wouldn't shower with their other teammates was obvious. It took every bit of willpower not to snicker at these four alpha males' pathetic manhoods. Their bawdy locker room talk got them sufficiently riled up so at full-mast, not a single one of them were no more than 7 inches hard, the biggest ironically being Kellan. Guess old stereotypes about Asians and black guys didn't ring true here. But just then...

AHH-CHOO!

A sneeze from one of the lockers, where Dustin was hiding, rang out. Wyatt went over to the locker and damn near ripped the door off its hinges revealing a pasty redhead with round wire-framed glasses. Soon all four nerds were found.

"Spyin' on us, fags?"
"I think a better question would be... 'are we the only ones who saw you guys?'"

Timmy, with shaggy black hair covering his blue eyes, spoke up. "Yeah. And what'll happen if people found out?"

Kellan grabbed Timmy and stared daggers. Timmy dropped his phone. Kellan was noticeably freaked when he saw it was livestreaming. Timmy picked up his phone and the other three nerds showed that they were livestreaming. Mickey, a mousy Asian sporting blue hair and a pair of taped-up Warby Parker glasses, spoke up. "Now, since you've showed us YOURS, I think it's only fair we show you OURS."

"AND," added Kenny, who sounded like the black McLovin he looked like, "if we're bigger than all four of you..."

"We'll make you our bitches," chimed Dustin.

One by one, each of the nerds disrobed. Kenny was the tallest and had a skater-boy body. Mickey was shockingly muscular, though most of this was due to having very little fat on his body making what muscles he had stand out more. Timmy had a body similar to Kenny's but was a few inches taller than Ryan. But Dustin's freckled torso was the most impressive of the four nerds. His dad got him free weights for Christmas a few months ago and it showed.

But soon, the four nerds slid off their pants and putting all four jocks to shame. The less endowed of the nerds was Mickey, whose 8 inch flaccid cock was bigger than all four of the jocks' hard cocks. But soon it ballooned to a 9 1/2 inch hard on. Timmy was packing 10 3/4 inches and a bit more girth than Mickey. Kenny's black manhood throbbed proudly with 11 1/2 inches of masculinity. But surprisingly, Dustin, with his 14x9 inch manhood was the most endowed man in the room.

The four jocks were in utter shock. Even if they could beat the shit out of these nerds, the truth was already out there. Everyone now knew that these four so-called "alpha males" have been put in their place by four nerds, ironic since the weakest of the four jocks was still twice as strong as all four nerds combined. But deep down, all eight young men knew that anyone can put on an insane amount of muscle, but these four nerds had REAL power. Even the worst retaliation against them couldn't fix that. And so, the four jocks knelt down and opened their mouths, ready to give these horse-hung men the lip service they deserved.