In high school, I was the lonely closeted queer, the quiet outsider. I joined the swim team in my sophomore year to appease my father and a fascist PE teacher, who found that I was a good sprinter after staging an impromptu swim tryout. The only thing I liked about swimming was seeing the developing bodies and young cocks of my teammates and competitors. However, if any of them were gay, they either kept it to themselves, as I did, or hid it beneath a façade of youthful sexual bravado.

To relieve my feeling of estrangement, I would often drop in on the nearby State University campus during my lunch hour often thinking my final last three years of high school could not be over fast enough. Although I didn't know anybody on the college campus, I was more comfortable in the university surroundings than among my high school classmates, who were largely preoccupied with sports or their hormonal urges for the opposite sex. I liked sports well enough, but I didn't engage in the banter about girls. I suspected that most of the stories were bullshit anyway. There were a few girls who hung around the team, providing some with opportunities for real, exaggerated or imagined sexual dalliances. Because of my aloof demeanor and athleticism, nobody suspected my sexual orientation. I was perceived as the strong silent type who was shy with girls. That's what I thought anyway. I certainly didn't exhibit any femmy gay boy mannerisms which could get me thrown out of the house or shunned by the team.

I did pop a boner in the shower once, after seeing one of the hunkier seniors rubbing his cock to an erection. Somebody shouted, "Hey, Rolf are ya gonna jack off in the shower?"

"I got something for you right here, faggot," was Rolf's reply. He began to pump his thick cock to full erection, shamelessly masturbating in the communal shower. As an upperclassman and overall BMOC, Rolf's sexuality was never in doubt. My teammates worshipped his aura of confidence and his popularity with girls, I thought he had the face and intellect of a Neanderthal, the body of Apollo and he carried heavy lumber between his legs.

The shower room broke out into a spontaneous circle jerk with several teammates jacking off in the shower. The sight of all those stiff, young cocks being jerked off in unison was the most erotic memory of my first fifteen years on earth -- my mind still drifts back to that moment when I masturbate. I joined in the cock pumping fest and fired several blasts almost half the length of the shower, earning new respect for my length and distance. Little did they realize how charged I was by their dick pumping. We left the shower looking pretty pruney and the coach muttering about taking too long.

Sean was just sitting on a couch at the Gay and Lesbian Center reading a magazine when worked up the nerve to pop in for a look. I did it out of curiosity and a longing to make contact with my kind. My gaze was met by his twinkling blue eyes and easy smile and a friendly "Hello". Sean was a sophomore psychology major from Wisconsin. His blue eyes and blond hair hinted at his Norwegian roots. Tall and slim with high cheekbones, he was handsome but not what I would consider hunky. I introduced myself and told him that I was a local high school student. After chatting with Sean and a few others at the LGBTQ center, I felt quite at ease and began spending more lunch hours on the university campus. I was particularly fond of the erotic male literature at the center and the college library as it was fuel for my nocturnal masturbation fantasies about making love to another man.

Sean was always glad to see me and we became close friends. Despite the four year difference in our ages, it seemed that we had much in common. He didn't seem particularly athletic, but he told me that he was a pretty strong swimmer. When he invited me to the college pool to swim laps with him after school, I quickly accepted.

Sean was slightly taller than me at the time but thinner. While he was a good swimmer, he was not in my class as a sprinter. He swam laps in the early evenings to relieve stress and to work out. After our late afternoon swims, I would often follow him to his apartment where we would talk, have a beer or smoke a joint. Sometimes, all of the above. After one particularly late swimming session, we went to his apartment. I told him that I scored some good grass. He was pleased and picked up a pizza on the way to his apartment. We devoured the pizza and washed it down with Michelob. I pulled out a Ziploc baggie with four joints. We began to smoke the joints one after another while talking discussing openly gay celebrities and politicians. I passed the last bud to Sean, who took a long last drag from it. "Well, that's the last of the weed," I said.

"Another beer, Scotty?"

"No thanks, I gotta piss like a racehorse," I said as I pushed off Sean's knee to get off the couch and go to the bathroom. I felt like I just pissed half a gallon of beer because it seemed to take fifteen minutes to empty my bladder. Over my shoulder, I noticed that Sean was watching me relieve myself.

"About time," Sean said as I shook off my penis and flushed the toilet. We passed each other awkwardly through the doorway avoiding contact. I plopped down on Sean's couch and watched the ceiling slowly spin around then heard the toilet flush. I was starting to get an erection and had to adjust my inflating cock to relieve the pressure under my jeans. I looked up and saw Sean eyeing me as I was pulling my hand from my bulging groin.

"So you wanna watch some TV?" he asked sliding next to me.

"How about some music instead."

Sean got up and turned on his stereo. I heard the Beatles' "Come together" begin to play. The combination of the hypnotic beat, the alcohol, and the marijuana was making me lightheaded. I barely noticed when Sean seated himself next to me, but I could feel the heat from his slender body. He was now wearing a plain white T-shirt and shorts and I could feel the warmth of his thigh through the heavy denim of my Levi's. Sean seemed to get up, but he leaned into me and turned toward me. As our lips met, Sean rested most of his weight on me and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He began exploring my teeth and tongue. His thin blonde mustache tickled my cheek and my left hand reached under his T-shirt to rub his chest and back.

With his left hand, he pulled out my shirttails, while his right hand fumbled with my belt. My excitement heightened when I felt the hardness in his loins against my thigh. Finally, he worked loose my belt and I helped him with the zipper and the top button of my jeans. Electricity coursed through me when Sean grasped my penis, the first time anybody else had touched my erect cock. As he stroked me, I felt my pulse pounding through my temples and my cock, and especially my chest. Our breathing became deep and heavy. I lifted my butt off the sofa so Sean could pull my pants and jockeys down to my ankles. I kicked off my shoes, socks, pants, and shorts, as Sean helped me with my shirt and undershirt. I was now naked on Sean's couch and passionately embracing him. Sean quickly pulled off his T-shirt and shorts, revealing his almost hairless chest and the sharply pointed shoulders of his tall sensuous frame. Also, his rigid manhood, which like Sean, was slender and pale except for the swollen pinkish, purplish head.

We kissed again with each other's cock in hand. I let out a low moan as his hand tickled and caressed my very sensitive testicles, and he started kissing my neck then my chest and sucking on my erect nipples. Sean worked his way down my chest and abdomen while stroking and caressing my male hardness and my testicles. My breathing deepened as I felt his tongue on the underside of my cock head, and my thoughts raced as the hot wetness of his mouth enclosed the head of my penis. My body reflexively arched back in ecstasy, as Sean's skilled tongue swirled around my manhood. Sean then began licking my shaft and low hangers. He took each testicle in his mouth and began working them with his tongue. I started rubbing and pinching my nipples, as I looked down at the erotic sight of Sean engulfing my testicles with his mouth and stroking my straining cock.

With his face buried in my crotch, Sean looked like he'd sprouted a bushy mustache of teen-aged pubic hair and had an upward-pointing meaty arm appended to the tip of his nose. He stopped kneading my balls with his tongue and resumed licking my shaft from tip to testicles. Then Sean took my cock in that hot mouth and started working over the head with his tongue while still stroking the base of my cock. My grunting and moaning became louder and I started to buck my hips when he stopped and told me not to cum yet. He then drew in more and more of my cock into his mouth until I could feel his lips at the base of my cock. He bobbed his head up and down taking the entire length of my cock and finishing with a swirl at the tip. After a few strokes, my breathing became forced, shallow gasps of fire; my face flushed; every muscle tensed and tightly bundled. I ejaculated on the next half dozen downward head bobs. I had discovered masturbation less than two years ago but nothing in my auto-erotic experience matched this explosive orgasm, my first sexual experience. This was more than just another undercover wank or impromptu shower room circle jerk.

Sean lapped up the semen that leaked from the corners of his mouth and milked the last drop of me from my subsiding erection. He finished cleaning me, got off his knees and kissed me. I could smell and taste my slippery saltiness on his lips as it flowed from his mouth and I felt him grind his inflamed manhood against my flaccid member. The mix of our saliva and my male seed tasted and smelled and felt great as we twirled it between our tongues. My turn.

Chapter 1: Learning the Routine

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica

I shoved my suitcase through the dorm room door, shoulders tight with nerves. My heart was beating a little too fast, like it always did before something new. Inside, sunlight slanted across the bare floorboards, one side of the room neat and empty, the other already claimed.

Gym bags piled under the bed, a pair of sneakers tossed haphazardly under the desk, a sweatshirt draped over the back of the chair.

Before I could set my bag down, the bathroom door swung open.

“Hey! You must be Eli.”

A tall guy stepped out, toweling off his damp blond hair, lean muscles shifting under a loose T-shirt and gym shorts. He grinned as he crossed the room, sticking out a hand.

“I’m Mason. Roommate. We’re both on the team, right?”

“Yeah — Eli,” I said quickly, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, friendly.

“Nice,” Mason said, dropping onto his bed. “First year?”

I nodded, feeling the knot in my chest ease just a little. Mason had that kind of easy, laid-back energy, not overt or intense, just open, like the kind of guy who made friends in five minutes without trying.

“Same here,” he added, tossing the towel onto his chair. “I came in through club gymnastics. You’re the track guy, right?”

“How’d you know?”

Mason smirked. “I read the new roster. Plus, it’s obvious, man. You’ve got that sprinter build.” He gave a small shrug. “You’ll pick things up fast, I bet. Power’s half the game in gymnastics.”

I smiled faintly, the tension in my shoulders softening.

“Still feels like a lot,” I admitted, sitting on the edge of my bed. “New sport, new team, new school…”

“Yeah, well,” Mason said, laughing, “we’re all figuring it out. Anyway, the team’s solid. I’ve been here a few days; started training already. Casper’s assistant coach — he’s been here a couple years. Definitely knows what he’s doing. He pushes us hard.” He leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head. “He’s one of those guys who looks like he never stopped competing, you know? Still trains with the team sometimes. He keeps the boys sharp.”

I tried to play it cool, but curiosity flickered in my chest.

“Is he strict?” I asked.

Mason grinned. “Let’s just say he doesn’t let shit slide.” He pushed up from the bed, stretching his arms overhead. “Come on, man. First team intro’s in twenty. Let’s go introduce you to the crew.”

I stood, grabbing my gym bag, my stomach twisting up again. I told myself it was just nerves, just the normal pressure of proving myself to a new team. But as I followed Mason out the door, I couldn’t shake the flicker of heat sitting low in my chest. I couldn’t deny the fact that I found my roommate attractive and I was going to have to live — and train — right next to this man all year. Oh well, problem for tomorrow I guess.

The gym smelled like chalk, rubber mats, and faint sweat. Bright overhead lights gleamed off the polished equipment: rings, bars, pommel horses, the spring floor stretched out wide like a stage. My heart thudded a little faster as I stepped inside behind Mason.

A few guys were scattered across the space, some stretching, some finishing drills. Their bodies were compact, dense with coiled muscle, moving with a sharp efficiency that made me instantly self-conscious. I shoved my hands into the straps of my bag, trying to stand taller.

“Yo, Casper!” Mason called, waving across the mats.

I followed his gaze — and froze for a second.

Casper.

He was walking toward us from the far side of the gym, wiping his hands on a towel. Blond hair, a little messy like he’d been running drills himself. Sleeveless black shirt clinging to his torso, sweat darkening the fabric across his back. Narrow waist, strong shoulders, thick, powerful thighs under snug athletic shorts.

He moved like someone perfectly aware of how his body worked: balanced, grounded, light on his feet even at rest. And his face — sharp green eyes, faintly sun-flushed skin, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth as he closed the distance.

“You Eli?” he asked, stopping in front of me, voice low and easy.

“Yeah,” I managed, shifting my bag awkwardly.

“I’m Casper. Assistant coach.” He held out his hand. His grip was firm, confident, warm from recent effort.

I felt my throat tighten for a second. “Good to meet you.”

Casper gave me a quick once-over, his eyes flicking over my shoulders, core, legs. It wasn’t leering, it was the sharp, assessing scan of someone cataloging an athlete’s strengths and gaps. But my skin prickled under the attention anyway.

“Sprinter background, right?” Casper asked, stepping back just a fraction.

“Yeah. I — I did four years of track,” I said. “Mostly sprints, a little hurdles.”

His smirk curved slightly higher. “Good. You’ll bring some power we can work with.”

I exhaled, trying not to overthink the rush of heat rising in my chest.

Mason clapped me lightly on the back. “Told you you’d survive the intro,” he teased, grinning. “I’m heading to warm-up. You good?”

“Yeah,” I said quickly.

“Cool.” Mason peeled off, leaving me standing in front of Casper, who watched him go with a faint shake of his head, amused.

“Come on,” Casper said, jerking his chin toward the equipment. “Let’s see what you’ve got, track star.”

I followed him onto the mats, heart hammering. Every movement he made was fluid, efficient, just a little sharp at the edges. And under the faint scent of chalk and rubber, I caught the warmer, sharper tang of sweat rising off his skin as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it casually onto the bench.

My throat went dry.

Casper stopped by the parallel bars, stretching one arm overhead, the lean muscle of his side flexing as he reached. His skin gleamed faintly under the lights, streaks of sweat catching along his shoulders, the curve of his lower back.

“Let’s start simple,” he said, glancing back at me. “Show me a hold.”

I swallowed, set my bag down, and wiped my palms on my shorts. My fingers were already a little damp, nerves creeping up on me. Casper gestured for me to mount the bars, stepping aside but staying close, his arms crossed loosely over his chest.

I took a breath, leapt up, and gripped the bars, lifting myself into a shaky tuck hold. I could feel the tremble in my core almost immediately.

“Breathe,” Casper said calmly, stepping in. “You’re locking up your shoulders. Here.”

He placed his hands lightly on my upper back, fingers pressing firm, his body close enough that I caught the sharper edge of his sweat now, clean, but warm, earthy, the kind of scent you could taste on the back of your tongue. My pulse jumped.

“Drop your elbows just a touch,” he murmured, adjusting my arms. His voice was low, smooth, with a teasing note tucked at the edges. “There you go. Stronger already.”

I exhaled shakily, focusing hard, forcing myself not to flinch when his hands lingered longer than strictly necessary.

When I finally lowered down, landing lightly on the mat, I realized my face was flushed. I wiped the back of my arm across my forehead, trying to pull in a steady breath.

Casper gave a slow nod, lips curving faintly. “Good for a first day.”

I forced a smile, heart pounding way too hard for something as simple as a hold.

“Hey, don’t overthink it,” Casper added, stepping closer again, eyes gleaming. “You’ve got good base strength. The rest will come. But you’re gonna need to relax, Eli.”

His fingers tapped lightly at my lower back. “You’re carrying tension here. You’re stiff — locked up. That’s gonna slow you down.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a thin breath. I could feel the imprint of his touch like a brand.

He grinned slightly, a spark of amusement in his eyes, then stepped back, clapping once. “Alright. Let’s run through some basics before we kill you with drills tomorrow.”

I followed him across the gym, wiping my palms again, heat prickling low in my stomach. Mason was across the room, joking with another teammate, completely oblivious. I forced my focus forward.

But the whole time, I felt it — Casper’s presence just at the edge of my awareness, the lingering weight of his hands, the droplets of sweat forming on his body and pooling along the ridges of his taught muscles.

Casper turned to walk ahead, and I caught myself watching, heart thudding hard in my chest.

It wasn’t just his physique that caught me, it was the way he moved.

His body flowed. Shoulders slim but strong, rolling smoothly under skin that caught the light in faint sweeps of gold. His back shifted in gentle, deliberate waves as he walked, every motion efficient and balanced, the narrow taper of his waist leading to dense, powerful thighs. His calves flexed lightly with each step, clean and sharp.

Even the sweat on him seemed like an extension of his body’s elegance — a light shimmer along his upper back, a faint trace under the curve of his arms, glistening faintly at his neck where a few strands of blond hair clung damp. He walked like someone who was entirely at ease, every movement precise and economical, like his body knew exactly what to do without thinking.

I forced my eyes away, my face heating, forcing myself to focus on the equipment in front of me. Mason’s laugh drifted from across the gym, easy and unbothered, but my own pulse stayed too fast, too tight.

Casper stopped at the pommel horse, glancing back over his shoulder with the smallest tilt of his mouth. “You coming, Eli?”

I wet my lips, nodding quickly, and moved to join him.

Up close, the fine details were even more distracting. His forearms were lean and corded, light veins tracing over smooth skin, his fingers long and sure where they rested lightly on the horse. His chest moved in a slow, steady rhythm, the edge of his ribcage visible under his fitted tank, sweat darkening the fabric in faint, delicate patches. He didn’t loom, he was just… there, quiet, poised, perfectly balanced, like a dancer on the edge of motion.

“Let me see your hold,” he murmured, nodding at the horse. “No pressure. Just form.”

I exhaled, forcing my focus inward, stepping forward. My hands found the grips, body rising into a tentative hold. I felt the tremble almost immediately in my core, the slight shake in my elbows.

“Breathe,” Casper said softly, stepping in. His fingers touched lightly at my back, the warmth of his hand sliding featherlight across my lower spine. “You’re tightening up here. Let it go, there it is.”

His voice brushed against the edge of my ear, low and almost amused. My pulse tripped, chest tightening sharply, his praise like a reward.

When I finally lowered down, shaking out my arms, I realized I was breathing hard — and not just from the effort.

Casper smiled faintly, head tipping. “Good. You’ve got some natural skill. We’ll shape the rest.”

I swallowed hard, nodding. My skin tingled where his fingers had touched, my face warm as I wiped sweat off my forehead.

And as I followed him to the next drill, I couldn’t stop noticing it, the way he moved, every step a study in grace, his body a quiet study in control.

The session wrapped up an hour later, my muscles pleasantly sore, my shirt clinging damp to my back. Casper ran through a few final pointers, voice calm and light, his mouth quirking into the occasional smirk when I tripped or stumbled. It wasn’t cruel, more like he expected it, more like he knew where I’d falter before I did.

We packed up near the bench, me wiping my face with a towel, Casper slipping off his sneakers to stretch barefoot on the mats. I caught myself watching again, not the raw strength, but the precision. The clean lines of his legs, the sharp flex of his calves, the gentle roll of his ankles as he worked through his stretches. Even at rest, he looked like a body built for discipline, for tight, impossible shapes.

“You did alright today,” he said, tipping his head to look at me, green eyes glinting faintly. “Bit stiff. But we’ll loosen you up.”

I laughed softly, awkwardly, feeling my cheeks warm. “Thanks. I — yeah, I’ll work on it.”

He rose smoothly, tugging his shirt over his head, the move casual, unthinking, and wiped it down his chest and shoulders, damp blond hair falling slightly forward as he scrubbed at the back of his neck.

Then, as I bent to grab my bag, I felt it: his hand, light and firm at the small of my back, just for a second, steadying me.

“Careful,” he murmured, voice low, smooth, near my ear. “Don’t overdo it on day one.”

I jerked slightly, blinking, but by the time I straightened, his hand was gone, his expression easy, the smallest flicker of a smile playing on his mouth as he turned away.

I stood there for a beat too long, heart thudding, heat licking up my neck. Had that been…? No. No, it was just casual, just a coach making sure I didn’t fall over after a long session. That was all.

Still, the skin where he’d touched felt charged, hypersensitive, like it remembered.

Mason caught up with me outside the gym, slapping my shoulder with a grin. “Told you you’d survive.”

I laughed breathlessly, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Yeah, it was good.”

“You coming to dinner?” Mason asked, adjusting his gym bag. “Some of the guys are hitting the dining hall.”

“I might catch up,” I said quickly. “Need a shower first.”

Mason waved me off, heading toward the crowd, easy and laughing. I watched him go, then turned, making my way slowly back toward the dorm.

The air felt cool against my skin, sweat drying under my clothes, but my body still buzzed — not just from the workout, but from something sharper, tighter, coiling low in my stomach. I couldn’t shake the faint weight of that hand at my back, the smooth brush of Casper’s voice, the way his body moved when he thought no one was watching.

Most of all the way his hand had felt when he’d touched my skin.

And then there was Mason…

I swallowed hard, pushing open the dorm door, wondering how the hell I was supposed to focus on anything else tonight.

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its a real from 20 years old story abt roomate and Jake/jack I don't remember, they were close and have big cock but in the story they called it schlong Jake is 8inches and the storyteller is somewhere 8"5. the story abt they sex life and how they life and help each other out in school and life.
I remember Jake isa country guy with5 or 8 sister, when they move in he joke abt he live with his sister so this is his chance to be free and finally can only wear boxer to sleep, he is very protective toware the storyteller andsaid that he should be proud abt his big schlong and have fun with girls in college

This is the threesome with the bi couple after their honeymoon that turned into a foursome.

The newly wed hubby called me after they returned from there 2 week honeymoon at the orchids resort on the big island Hawaii. Apparently they had a f****** good time which included a threesome with the room service clerk, and another threesome with a fitness instructor. The room service clerk told them that the service manager keeps an eye on the guests and when he sees them that are sexually active and experimenting he unofficially arranges for certain members of the staff to be the ones to provide services to those guests. These staff members are picked because they're likely to engage the guests in some kind of "action". The room service clerk said he's been working there 3 years and he loves it because he gets laid like crazy and huge tips. He also mentioned there's a waiter famous for his giant cock, but my friends were disappointed to learn he was on a 3 week vacation.

After hearing all this I was eager to hookup with them and we hit on a date a coupke weeks later.

I showed up at their very modern upscale home and we had drinks outside on the patio. Evening was falling and bride suggested jumping in the hottub. I mentioned I didn't have a bathing suit, and she stood, peeled off her dress revealing nothing underneath, and jumped in, with hubby following. OK I and stripped and jumped in. A couple minutes late she exclaims "Oh look, his cock floats" which it does. Hubby went "looks like we got a sea serpent!" which got laughs and got the bride trying to give me a bj. Well, that got me insta-hard and she could no longer get me in her mouth, so hubby went "My turn" but he complained his jaw hurt. Meanwhile I was fingering the bride under the water to her quiet moans until she went "OK this is nice but I gotta fuck". Nothing like a woman who is frank about her needs.

So we retire to the bedroom where in very short order I'm on my side in her vagina, she's on her side and groom's in her ass, both of us thrusting the same timing and shes going WILD thrashing, shouting, it was a challenge to stay in her even with my 9+ inches. I could feel groom's dick inside her - he wasn't my size but a very nice 7"x5 or so. Suddenly bride let out this wail, her whole body shook and she orgasmed, all of which triggered both groom and I to cum, and we lay there feeling her orgasm while the two of us pumped away, feeling the other's cock throb inside her. Timing both guys to simultaneously cum inside the woman is an exquisite sensation. Things just started to subside when I heard "Hey, what's this?" and standing by the bed was a medium height, wiry young guy with curly black hair and a huge grin.

Wifey goes " That's my brother Denny". Hmm. Here I am with my huge, still cum-pulsing cock buried in his sisters vagina, greeting her younger brother. This is new. "Hi Denny pleasure to meet you". We finally finished and both of us pulled out of wifey and rolled on our backs, the three of us laying naked, sweaty, and sex juiced with Denny looking on. Denny looks at my cock and goes "Wow, sis, that's a fucking horse, he must spilt you wide open" and hubby goes "He's split me, I'm waiting to be next". Well, I still had my "gotta fuck" brain on and my cock was hard, so I climbed over wifey, lifted his legs and with a shot of lube rammed my still rigid cock into him, with him gasping and crying out. I was well into thrusting and feeling his insides when I noticed Denny had stripped and was standing right next to us stroking his nice sized and shaped cock. Although he was pale, his body was wiry muscular and didn't have an ounce of fat and begged to get fucked. As I thrusted he started stroking my ass and it bobbed up and down. Well, then looks like it's my lucky day!

I grabbed Denny with one hand and pushed him over and on his back on the bed. Just then I felt my body tighten, my balls clench and my dick swell bigger and I popped, pumping out my load into hubby. I had pumped maybe 3 times and I pulled out, shooting out cum ropes on hubby then Denny, climbing on Denny while still pumping cum and slowly penetrated him, now releasing the last of my baby batter inside him. "Holy fuck my god you're cumming and stretching" and that was his last coherent words as I continued to pound him, his ankles on my shoulders, penetrating his second hole which produced a shudder then "oh shit oh shit oh shit" kinda slurred as he shook, then I felt him tighten and them pump, his cum muscle throbbing against my cock as he emptied a delicious load on his washboard abs. I came again, so after a couple pumps inside him, pulled out and added my goo to his stomach which filled his cum gutters and ran down the side of his torso.

I fell over on my back, spent. We lay there breathing hard for a couple minutes and hubby went to Denny "How does it feel to literally be speared?". Denny reached over and grabbed my still-swollen cock and said he'd never had a guy so deep inside him it actually did feel like his insides were being moved. Meanwhile, wifey had been watching us three guys fuck but left the room, fetched back a tray with beers and a plate with sliced saysage "You guys worked so hard at your sausage-fest I figured you need something to drink and more sausage" LOL!

My first brother-sister threesome, actually a foursome. Denny wants me to top him again, but wants to wait a couple weeks for the soreness to subside. Meanwhile he keeps having dreams where he says he feels me inside him, then he wakes up to find he's cum in his sleep.

I had a gay friend from the time I was around 17 but didn't realize he was gay for about a year because ge was living with a girl and I stupidly thought that they were a couple. I wasn't very observant at that point in my life.
I had a girlfriend at the time and we hung out with Paul and June just about every night. One night we all got toasted at their house and Paul said he was going for a steambath in the basement and everyone was welcome to join him.

As paul disappeared downstairs , the rest of us sat at the kitchen table and drank more beer. June leaned over the table and said " you know Paul likes you eh" I replied that I liked paul as well. " No he REALLY likes you" she replied.
(This is the part that I really am ashamed of) Being 18 and drunk and partialy brain dead I said " I REALLY like him too" but my reply was based on the fact that Paul was a great guy that I really liked as a friend and hadn't realized yet that he was gay and wanted to suck my cock.

Still in my stupid stupor I said "I'm going down for a steambath" and headed down to join Paul. I stripped and joined him in the hot steambath , sitting beside him on the top bench. We talked for a while until he started rubbing my leg and I looked over to see his cock standing straight up in the air. At that moment I realized what the girls had been trying to tell me and felt like an ass for not picking up on it. Like I said , Paul was a great guy and saw how freaked out I was at that moment and we talked about how he felt and how I felt as a supposed straight guy and agreed that our friendship was too important to discard over a misunderstanding.

We continued our friendship for years through my marriage and kids until I sucked my first cock in my 30's . After that experience ,I changed my views about MM sex and decided that I had been missing something wonderful all these years.
I called Paul and told him about me sucking my first cock and liking it...a lot.
He suggested that we get together and talk about it. My wife went out of town soon after with the kids to visit the inlaws while I stayed home to work and I invited him over that weekend.

He showed up friday night with a case of beer in hand and we settled down on the couch beer in hand and he immediately started to pump me for info on how my first gay encounter happened. As I told the story about how a guy at work had rubbed his cock against me and turned me on enough to make me go down on my knees and suck him until he came in my mouth , I could see paul's 8 inch cock grow in his shorts.
He didn't say a word as I told my story about sucking Tony's cock at work. I finished my story and told him after that experience I had been thinking that I should have taken him up on his offer years ago.

"It's not too late" he said as he pulled his shorts down revealing his rock hard cock. I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful boner . when I looked up he was looking at me staring and smiling. "You can suck me now if you like" he said . I replied " I think I would like that" and got up from the couch and kneeled down between his legs taking his hard cock in my hand stroking it slowly while looking at it closely, A large drop of precum slowly running out of the slit on the head of his big purple cockhead . I lowered my head down and took his big knob in my mouth sucking the precum into my throat and savouring the flavour. All I could think of at that moment was the fact that I could have been doing this years ago and only my fears about being labeled gay kept me from enjoying this type of sex. I sucked his cock for all I was worth hoping he would cum in my mouth, after a minute he said " slow down buddy, I want to see yours too you know" I relunctantly released his cock and stood dropping my shorts. He smiled and reached out to cup my balls and stoke my semi hard cock.

I moved closer to him and his lips closed over my cockhead while he massaged my ballsack. I placed my hands on top of his head while he sucked me and for a minute I imagined that we were back in his steambath all those years ago and I wasn't such a stupid kid. He sucked my cock like no one ever had before. No woman had ever sucked my cock down to the point where their lips were rubbing my pubic hair like he did. I thought " he has my whole cock in his throat" I was fucking his throat like my wife's pussy.

He pulled his face away from my cock and told me that he wanted to fuck me. I had never done that before but at that moment I really wanted to experience the whole thing. "I am yours " I said as he guided me to a kneeling position facing the couch. He kneeled behind me reaching around me to stroke my cock with one hand as he used his other hand to rub his hard cock up and down my ass crack. He gently pushed his cock against my anus which remained tight against his advances.
He licked his finger and pushed it into my ass moving it slowly around , he withdrew his finger and spit on it again pushing it into my ass along with another finger, moving them both in a rotating motion. This felt great along with his slow stroking of my cock while I grabbed the top of the couch and pushed back against his hand. He soon replaced his fingers with the head of his hard cock. He pushed and pushed but it was too fat for my virgin ass. He leaned over with his mouth beside my ear and told me to push like I was having a big shit. I did what I was told and felt his cockhead pop into my ass.

He stopped for a minute letting me adjust to the feeling of having a hard cock in my ass before he started fucking me slowly and ever deeper until I could feel his pubes tickling my ass cheeks.
He started a slow deep fucking while stoking my cock from behind then releasing my cock and holding my hips as he picked up speed . He went back and forth between stroking me and holding me until I came all over my couch and I could feel his cock expand even more as he pumped his hot load into the depths of my asshole.

I rested my head on the couch as he pulled his softening cock out of me and asked if I was ok. I replied that I was wonderful.

We got together for many mutual blowjobs after that but I never had the chance to have him fuck my ass again...Another of life's little regrets.

This is my first story.

House Rules – Season 1


A gay erotic slow-burn roommates-to-lovers series





When Ty, a rugged British ex-football player fresh off a breakup, crashes with Mason “just for a while,” neither expects what unfolds next. Ty’s shirtless lounging, mesh shorts, and late-night solo sessions with the door cracked open become more than just bad roommate etiquette—they become temptation.





Mason, a lean, sharp-eyed psych major with Southeast Asian features and a secret hunger, watches. Wants. Waits.





What starts as quiet voyeurism turns into a game of edged boundaries, unspoken rules, and charged silences. As the tension builds from glances to gasps, the line between roommates and something much filthier begins to blur.





Season 1 is a ten-episode arc of slow-burning eroticism, sexual tension, and escalating desire—told through solo scenes, mutual edging, and intimate moments where no one touches… until they do.





Expect:


Voyeurism


Masturbation & Edging


Bro-on-bro sexual tension


Cliffhangers every episode


A slow but explosive build toward full-on, mind-blowing sex




Watching my straight roommate stroke his fat cock through the crack in his door

Episode 1 - House Rules

Everyone in +18 years and everything is consensual.

From Mason’s POV

Ty wasn’t supposed to live with me.
Just crash for a bit. Help me cover rent while he figured things out after a breakup.

That was two months ago.

Now he’s basically furniture. Shirtless more often than not. Walking around in mesh shorts. Barefoot. Still wearing his ex’s cologne. And every night, without fail, he jerks off—with the door cracked open like he wants to get caught.

I’m Mason. Psychology major. Lean build, swimmer’s frame, Southeast Asian features people keep telling me are “unfairly hot.”
Ty is ex-football, trade-school jock, hairy thighs, big forearms, nice hands, and a cock he definitely knows is big, even if he pretends he doesn’t.

And I?
I am down bad.

⸻

Tonight, we’re watching something stupid on Netflix. A survival show where everyone’s naked and sunburnt, but somehow Ty still makes it feel like porn.

He’s sprawled on the couch, his arm thrown behind his head, abs flexing with every laugh. He’s wearing those black gym shorts again. The ones with no lining. No underwear. I know because when he shifts, his cock presses right against the fabric—long, thick, and hanging heavy to the side.

He notices me noticing.

Of course he does.

“You beat off yet?” he asks, like he’s asking about leftovers.

I blink. “Tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Not yet.”

Ty grins. “No wonder you’re squirmy.”

“You already did?”

“Not yet. But soon. You know how it is. Can’t sleep with full balls.”

My cock jumps. I shift slightly on the couch, my own briefs clinging tight from how hard I’ve been since the third time he adjusted himself.

“You want privacy?”

He stands and stretches—slowly—giving me a full view of that stupid fucking V-line and the happy trail leading straight into what looks like a damn eggplant print.

“You think I need privacy for that?” he says, flashing me a smirk.

I swallow. “Right. House rules.”

Ty grins wider. “Just don’t spy on me.”

I lift a brow. “No promises.”

He starts walking toward the hallway, but pauses. Looks back.

“Oh, and Mason…” he says. “Try not to moan too loud tonight.”

⸻

I wait two minutes.

That’s all.

Two minutes of pretending to watch TV, pretending I’m not already throbbing in my briefs. Then I move—quietly—down the hall.

His door’s cracked. Just enough.

The room is lit with a single lamp, warm and golden.

Ty’s on his bed. One leg bent. The other stretched. Shorts shoved down to his thighs. And fuck me, he’s already stroking.

His cock is fat and flushed dark red, veiny and wet. The head is swollen—glistening with so much pre-cum it’s already smeared across his abs in long, sticky strings. His hand slides slow and tight from base to tip, thumb circling the crown, spreading slick everywhere.

He’s a heavy leaker.

Like… obscenely so.

Every stroke brings more. I can see it oozing out, glistening in the low light. He’s rubbing it in, slathering himself. His abs are wet. His cock glistens like it’s already been in someone’s mouth.

My knees almost buckle.

I grip my own cock through my briefs and it’s already soaked the front. I’m pre-ing just from the smell of him down the hall. I can taste it in the air—skin and sweat and sex.

Ty lets out this low moan, chest rising.

His other hand comes up to pinch his nipple. He squeezes hard, his hips lifting off the bed in little pulses.

Fuck.

I should leave. But I can’t. I edge closer to the door, just a few inches more, until I can see his full shaft, thick and throbbing. His balls are tight. His hand never stops moving.

Then he looks up.

Right at the mirror across from his bed.
The one that shows the hallway.
The one where I’m standing.

He sees me.

He sees me.

His eyes don’t change. He doesn’t stop.
He strokes faster.

Pre-cum starts dripping now. A string falls from his tip to his stomach and he moans louder.

I want to eat it off him.

But instead, I grip myself through my briefs and stroke twice—fast—needing it, dying.

Ty licks his lips. Keeps going.

I back away. Panting. Cock soaking my underwear.

Back to the living room. Back to the couch where I collapse, breathless, leaking, almost shaking.

I slide my briefs down to mid-thigh, wrap my hand around my cock, and fuck it like it’s his mouth.

The sounds keep echoing down the hall.

Slap. Moan. Stroke.

I’m about to cum—

“You finish that episode?”

Ty’s voice.

Right behind me.

I whip my head around, startled.

He’s shirtless. His cock’s back in his shorts, but the wet patch is massive. Clear and spreading. His abs are shiny. His hair is messed up. His lips are red.

He glances at my hand. Then back to my eyes.

Smirks.

“Thought you said no promises.”

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Ever meet someone with incredible eyes?

Like, where the color or shape or something is just so remarkable, you can’t look away?

A few weeks ago, I met a guy whose eyes caught my attention. I was meeting friends before a show downtown, and I’d gotten there early enough to grab a bite before I was due to connect with them. Like, more than an hour early. Being Friday night in early summer, and a lovely night to boot, it was pretty busy, and given my limited time, I opted for the first bar with interesting happy hour fare that I came across.

There weren’t any high tops available, but there were a few bar stools open, so I took a seat on the opposite end from the door, near the corner, and considered my options. I was trying desperately to downsize, so I got a fancy salad and a cup of lentil soup, which the bartender had recommended. But I was also having a night out and it had been a long day, so I ordered a beer. As I took my first sip, a shape was suddenly at my side, and a quiet voice asked if the seat was open.

“Go for it,” I said, and then I really saw him.

He was easily six feet tall, and probably a few inches over, and he was wearing a slightly shabby leather jacket over a tee shirt. His black-brown hair was shaggy and a little unkempt, and at a guess he was somewhere between mid twenties and mid thirties and very nicely built. I couldn’t help but watch as he pulled the jacket off to hang below the bar. It was worth watching: he was muscular without being bulky — sort of lean and athletic but not cut or ripped, at least not from what I could see. He wasn’t super hair, but a few curls peeked over the collar of his tee, a similar dark brown to the hair on his head. He had a sharp chin, and he clearly hadn’t shaved in a day or two, though it looked good on him. The bar was crowded and warm, and honestly I was surprised he had worn a jacket in the first place. Maybe he’d ridden a motorcycle or something…

Then he took off his sunglasses when the bartender handed him a menu, and I saw those remarkable eyes under thick, strong brows.

They were amber. Apparently truly amber eyes are very rare, and his were striking.

I tried not to stare, finding a reason to check my phone, or stare at a TV. He seemed oblivious to me, which was a relief, because I was doing my best to not become a creepy leering stalker guy. He was handsome, and fit, but those damned eyes threatened my very soul.

He quietly ordered a burger and a beer and sipped his beer, looking more than a little ill at ease. Meanwhile I did my best to not notice the way he looked, or smelled. He smelled good — leather and a very sharp, but not at all unpleasant, musk. I’d smelled it when he took off his jacket but now it was, like his eyes, begging for notice. Even though I’m pretty sure it wasn’t strong enough for most folks to notice, I was attuned to it and intrigued.

The soup was really quite good and so was the salad, and as I tucked into the meal, his burger came out. It smelled amazing as the lanky server passed the plate between us and identified him as the recipient.

He wasted no time in taking a rather large bite, but the burger was pretty damned big and it was clearly piping hot. He immediately had regrets and did the things one usually does when the food is hotter than expected. I felt bad for him and broke my usual “don’t talk to strangers” rule.

“Sorry, I should have warned you, my soup was really hot too!”

“It’s okay, I figured it out,” he chuckled, taking a swig of beer to cool his throat. “I was so damned hungry I didn’t think. I probably do that once a week,” he said ruefully.

“For me it used to be white dress shirts and Italian places. I never leave without a new stain.”

“Todd,” he said.

“Jack,” I said. “First time here for me.”

“Same. Had a good yelp rating so I figured I’d try it.”

“For me it’s all about convenience. I’m seeing a show a few blocks away in about an hour, and options were limited, so I admit I’ve got some regrets about ordering a salad. That burger looks fantastic.”

“It’s really good,” he agreed. “Fries, too.”

“Sadly, fries are currently enemy one on my list. Trying to get rid of this desk job pudge, you know?”

He looked at me, as though actually seeing me properly for the first time.

“Nah, you look pretty good, man. You hit the gym?”

“Not as much as I should,” I admitted. “Left over middle school trauma.”

“You should try, man, you look pretty good now, and you’d be hot with a bit more muscle on your bones.”

Wait, whaat? Was he flirting with me?

“Maybe,” I replied. “But for now, I like salads.”

“They say to really get rid of the fat, you need to focus on protein,” he said.

“Clearly you are no stranger to the gym,” I said, changing the focus as fast as I could.

“Believe it or not, I haven’t hit the gym regularly in a few years. But I travel a lot and get my exercise in other ways.”

“Some guys have all the luck,” I said, smiling sadly at my meal. “My family genetics aren’t so kind. My uncles all have big round guts and I do NOT want that.”

He met my eyes again with his. God damn those eyes! I couldn’t look away.

“So get some exercise. Lots of ways to do that.”

I shivered despite the heat. His attention felt nice if unexpected. I felt like he was testing me, challenging me.

Of course my phone buzzed.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I have to meet my friends in a few minutes,” I stammered.

He looked me over again, considering something, while I handed my card to the bartender.

“What time does your show end?”

“Around 10, I think.”

“Text me when you get out? I’m here for the weekend and could stand a little company to show me around.”

I realized I was staring at his intense amber eyes.

“I don’t have your number,” I stammered.

“Hand me your phone,” he said, and added it. “Text me when you get out. I’m going to be sitting alone in a hotel room anyway. Or we can meet here for a drink or something, if your friends don’t mind. Just…. I’m not up for a big crowd, if that’s okay.”

“Sure,” I said. “Actually, they will probably go right home after anyway. The curse of young parents.”

“So I’ve heard. Don’t forget to text me, okay?”

*****

My friends were indeed young parents. Well, by my current standards at least. Bobby was a theatre nerd who seemed gayer than a pride day cocktail, but his wife, Kate, gave off a butch lesbian vibe, so they balanced out. And were both unaccountably straight. I adored their three year old, Timmy. But it was a rare night out for them and I did my best to focus. For whatever reason I didn’t mention Todd.

But for the whole performance, I was thinking about him. His eyes, his scent, his voice. What could he see in me? Was I just imagining it?

The show was good, not great, but it was supporting local talent and there was definitely some talent on stage. They were doing some Broadway standards and it was fun, but I wasn’t as engaged as I wanted to be. At intermission, as we grabbed overpriced drinks, Kate bluntly asked why I was out of it.

“You having a bad day or something?”

“We were probably droning on about Timmy,” Bobby replied.

“He *asked* about him!”

“Nah, guys, it’s fine. Just thinking about …. Well, I met someone tonight right before you guys got here.”

“Do tell,” Kate replied. “Salacious details, please.”

“Nothing to tell,” I said, then promptly recounted every detail of the brief time I’d spent at the bar with my amber-eyed Todd.

“So you got hit on by a passing stranger, he’s hot, and he asked to swing by after the show?”

“You HAVE to go, Jack,” Bobby said. “Besides, we have to collect our kid before 11, so we can’t really hang out tonight. I’m just glad we could do this with you.”

“Do iiiit,” Kate smiled. “Go bag yourself a hottie.”

I finished my drink, and nodded. “I think I will.”

*****

The show ended on a high note — whoever picked “Do you hear the people sing” from Les Miserables chose well. Especially in the current climate. Got the blood flowing.

I hugged my friends goodbye, endured a little more teasing as I walked them back to their car, and then I decided to throw caution to the wind and texted Todd.

ME: Show is over if you still wanna meet.

TODD: wasn’t sure you’d text me. Made my night.

ME: same bar?

TODD: I’m a few minutes away, grab my seat for me?

TODD: I mean grab *A* seat

I sent a thumbs up emoji and found myself back at the bar. The crowd was a little less thick than at happy hour, and I lucked out with a table about ten feet from the bar. I had barely thought about what to order when Todd was suddenly there, sliding into the seat.

This time he’d skipped the jacket, and wore a blue tee that was pleasingly snug, especially around his shoulders.

“I wasn’t sure you’d actually come,” he said.

“Same. I mean, I wasn’t sure you were serious, and then I wasn’t sure if I was…”

“Jack, I liked you the minute I saw you. And I enjoyed chatting despite how brief it was. For real. And I wasn’t kidding about wanting some company. No pressure, no rushing. Just have a drink or two and see what the vibe is.”

“That works for me,” I said, barely believing my luck.

We ended up having some cocktails and he ordered a slab of cheesecake that he insisted I try.

“I told you I was trying to lose weight,” I said. “I had the salad so I could have a beer, and I had a drink at the show.”

“One bite won’t kill you,” he said.

“What’s that old line, a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips?”

“I think the consequences of one little bite are not as bad as you seem to believe.”

Of course I gave in. It was worth it.

*****

We ended up chatting for another hour before the bar seemed ready for us to leave.

“I should probably go home,” I said.

“Yeah, but you don’t really want to, do you?”

“I live half an hour from here,” I said.

“You’ve also had a few drinks. It’s only midnight, why don’t we swing over to the hotel and chat some more while you get the booze digested properly.”

It was a pretty lame excuse but he was probably right. And I was definitely into him, and vice versa. So there we were, sitting in his hotel room, drinking bottled water that probably cost the same as our beers had.

Finally in the privacy of his room, he sat on the bed next to me and sighed, putting his hands behind his head. Once again, that sharp but pleasant scent was there, seeping into my nose and through my mind. The room smelled like him, a little, the bed even more so. We ended up talking for another half hour, quickly finding common interests. It was like we’d been friends for years.

Then he leaned over and kissed me, tentatively. I found myself responding in kind, but not fully committing.

“Was it okay to kiss you?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Good. I want to do it again.”

He was a good kisser, and we playfully smooched a bit, grinning fondly to each other.

I looked up at him, and finally asked.

“So what’s with the eyes,” I said. ”Are they contacts?”

“No,” he said softly. “They’re just my eyes,”

“I like them,” I said.

“Good.”

We kissed some more.

“I really should head home,” I said.

“On one condition,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“Breakfast. Tomorrow. My treat, meet me here. Spend the day with me. Show me around.”

I kissed him again. “Okay, breakfast is nice, but what’s in it for me?”

“Bring a change of clothes and a toothbrush.”

“Acceptable,” I said.

My wife and I started dating when we were 19. She had massive tits, Blonde hair about 5ft2 and around 135 pounds. She would wear tight tops always, she knew exactly what she was doing by wearing those tight tops and that was making cocks throb. white or black. One night we were supposed to meet at this dance club, our third date, I arrived late. When I got inside I saw her sitting with a group of people and a big black guy sitting next to her. I knew this guy, he fucked one of my friends girlfriend and the girlfriend, in a drunken stupor confessed to me how guilty she felt about cheating on my friend blah blah blah.... she told me all about it, how big his cock was, how he stretched her out and how he loved fucking her big tits, and God her tits were huge, bigger than my girlfriends even. She went on to tell me that the guys cock was at least 10 inches, she wasn't sure but she could say that it was the biggest she had ever had, and how she was craving it now. So with this knowledge, I knew this guy was a force to be reconned with.

I stood at a distance watching as he ran his finger up and down her shoulder, she looked wasted and oblivious. Once again though, she was wearing a tight top, her 38dd's were stretching it out at max capacity. I could do nothing but stand there, frozen as my cock started to throb.

After a couple of minutes, he stood up, grabbed her hand and led her into the bathroom. I stood by and waited, knowing that his huge cock was going to be doing something horrible to her.

After around 10 minutes, he walked out with a big smile. She followed a couple of minutes later, her top seemed a bit stretched out and she was fiddling with her bra a bit in the back. I walked up behind her tapped her on the shoulder, she turned, smiled and gave me a big hug pressing those huge tits against my chest. She was as wasted as I suspected, whispered in my ear that she wanted to leave so I obliged her. I took her to my friends apartment, we tore of each others clothes and fucked like animals. This was only the 3rd time we fucked, but it was different than the 2 times before that it was much more instence. She was soaked through her panties and squeezed my cock with her tits so violently I thought she might cripple it.

A couple of weeks later I ran into the big black guy, we had a couple mutual friends so we shot the ******* about this and that. I told him I saw him sneak into a bathroom with a big tit girl a few weeks back, he smiled and said "oh yeah, I fucked those big tits right there in the bathroom, she's such a slut." I smiled, and asked if he had fucked her yet, he said not but had intended to if he would meet up with her again.

To this day she denies it, although has confessed to other whorish activities, and to this day blushes every time a black guy looks at her tits, and to this day, my cock throbs when I see it because I know, she is such a slut.

Anyone have any good ones?

I wanted to write this to see if anyone feels like I do. So I’d considered myself straight. I’ve been with women my whole life. Over the last 5 years I started jerking off with a friend and I swore I’d never suck dick. So obviously I ended up blowing him and I liked it A LOT more than I expected!! Now the thing is, I do not like getting blown by guys. I can’t get hard but I fucking love giving a bj!! I also have zero attraction to men in the sense of intimacy. I don’t want my body touched or rubbed and there’s 0 chance of kissing. But lately I’ve been toying with the idea of topping. I have no desire to bottom. I feel like imma little conflicted. Anyone else??

Meet the Characters | Adam x Leo | Neighbor Across The Window

It all starts with a window...

Leo's life in New York has just become a little more interesting since Adam moved into the apartment across the street. What began as curiosity soon turned into a steamy affair.

Leo​

25, a passionate artist with a love for both creating and curating.

His work is shown in galleries and exhibitions across the city, but lately, he’s been more focused on the view from his window than his next brushstroke.

The apartment across from his now holds his attention, especially the tall, confident guy that’s become the unintentional muse to his obsession.

Adam​

28, a finance bro who looks like he should be on a sports magazine cover.
First time in New York, just unpacking and getting settled into his sleek apartment.

By day, he's buried in numbers, making deals, and climbing the corporate ladder in the world of finance. But when he’s off the clock, it’s all about the gym and the body he’s built.

Adam's not your average guy in a suit; he’s a contradiction, and maybe that’s what makes him so irresistible.


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The airport was bustling, but Luca, a short Italian guy from Southern Italy, had his eyes fixed on his phone, scrolling through the local hookup app. His dark, brooding gaze fell upon a profile that intrigued him—'Discreet Pilot,' a slightly overweight, middle-aged man with a hint of desperation in his eyes.

"Married pilot seeking discreet fun," the profile read. "Need a quick release. Can host in the staff restroom."

Luca swiped right, eager to explore the forbidden fruit of American infidelity. Within seconds, a message popped up.

"Hey there, stranger. You up for some action?" Jake typed, his words betraying his nervousness.

"Ciao, bello," Luca responded, his fingers dancing across the screen. "I'm Luca, here to spice up your boring layover. I heard American pilots are all talk and no action. Prove me wrong."

***

Luca made his way to the staff restroom, his confident stride belying his short stature. He pushed open the door to find Jake, a nervous sweat glistening on his brow, standing by the sink.

"You must be Luca," Jake said, his voice cracking slightly. "I'm Jake. This is crazy, but I can't resist."

"Resistance is futile, my friend," Luca purred, his deep voice filling the room. "Now, show me what you've got for me, Pilot."

Jake's eyes darted around, his hands fidgeting with his belt buckle. "I-I'm married, Luca. We have to be quick. My wife would kill me if she found out."

Luca's eyes narrowed, a mischievous glint in their depths. "Ah, the thrill of the forbidden. Don't worry, Pilot, I'll take care of you. But first, let's see what you've been hiding under that uniform."

Jake's hands shook as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a soft, slightly flabby belly. He undid his belt, his breath coming in short gasps as he exposed his average-sized cock, already semi-hard and circumcised.

"Not bad, Pilot," Luca said, his tone laced with amusement. "But I've heard American men are all about size. Let's see if you can handle the real thing."

With that, Luca unbuckled his own belt, his bulge straining against his jeans. He slowly unzipped, revealing a thick, uncut cock that dwarfed Jake's in both length and girth. Jake's eyes widened, his mouth agape as he took in the impressive sight.

"Holy shit," he whispered, his voice laced with awe and desire. "You're not kidding, are you?"

"No games, Pilot," Luca said, his voice commanding. "Get on your knees and show me how an American boy sucks cock."

Jake dropped to his knees, his hands reaching for Luca's cock, his fingers tentatively exploring the foreskin. "I've never sucked an uncut cock before," he admitted, his voice trembling. "But I want to taste you."

Luca grabbed a handful of Jake's hair, guiding his mouth to his throbbing shaft. "Take it all, Pilot. Show me how much you want this Italian meat."

Jake's lips parted, and he took Luca into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Luca groaned, his hand tightening in Jake's hair as he began to thrust, fucking the pilot's mouth with abandon.

"That's it, suck it, you married slut," Luca growled, his accent thickening with arousal. "You like my big Italian cock, don't you?"

Jake moaned around Luca's shaft, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he deep-throated the Italian stud. Luca's dominance fueled Jake's desire, and he sucked harder, his lips sliding up and down Luca's length, his throat working to accommodate the massive cock.

"I'm gonna cum, Pilot," Luca warned, his voice hoarse. "Swallow it all, and show me you're a good boy."

Jake redoubled his efforts, his lips and throat massaging Luca's cock as he shot his load, filling Jake's mouth with hot, creamy cum. Jake swallowed, his eyes watering from the sheer volume, but he took it all, his hands gripping Luca's thighs for support.

As Luca caught his breath, he looked down at Jake, who was still on his knees, his face flushed and his lips glistening with cum. "That's a good boy, Pilot. Now, remember, this stays between us. You don't want your god-fearing wife finding out about your secret appetite for cock, do you?"

Jake shook his head, his eyes downcast. "No, sir. That was incredible, sir."

Luca smirked, his dark eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "You're welcome, Pilot. Go back to fuck your boring wife, and remember, this was just a layover. But if our paths cross again, I'll fuck your fat ass."

CHAPTER 1​

Everyone loved Matts classes.

He ran a weight session at this boutique gym I had been going to, and you always had to book to get into his class. Mainly, as the classes were so good. He had this fun, warm energy, but he also pushed you hard. So you know you were gonna get a good work out in.

But also, he was hot. Like, really really hot. He was in his early thirties, with dark hair, tanned skin and the kind of muscles you only get if you have been going to the gym every day for years. Big arms and pecs with perfect abs and a very sexy v-line. He would wear these low-cut tank tops and tight-fitting shorts in class, and seeing his rippling body covered in sweat every class was enough to make me keep coming back. At the end of each class, he would stand at the door as you leave and give you a high five, and my heart did a little flutter every time.

Of course, he was straight. He had a gorgeous girlfriend I had seen a few times around the gym, and I had recently heard they just had a kid together.

The class was full of guys, a lot of them gay (I am sure going for the same reasons as me) so the changing room after class was always rammed. I got very self-conscious being around all these very toned, buff guys so would hold back a bit after class until it got quieter.

I am not in bad shape myself; I go the gym four times a week and also enjoy running so I have pretty decent body for a guy in his early thirties. I don’t have a six pack, but I do have a nice, toned stomach and am particularly proud of my ass. I admit it’s my favourite part to work on in the gym, so I have a nice bubble butt which does get a lot of compliments. But some of the guys here work out every day, so I prefer waiting to strip off till there’s less people in the changing rooms.

The showers are located just off the main changing room, down a little corridor. There is a line of four shower cubicles facing another four opposite. I know from some of the guys around the gym the end ones can get a bit cruisy during busy times. As much as I do find that hot, I don’t get involved. Again, a bit too self-conscious but also, I generally like going for a date before getting down to business. But I had been tempted a few times when I had been going through a particularly dry spell, and I hadn’t hooked up with a guy in a couple weeks, so I was feeling the horn.

On this particular day Matts class had been hard, harder than normal. He really pushed everyone. We were all dripping in sweat after and Matt was wearing a white tank top that had gone fully see through with sweat, so his pecs and rippling abs were on full display. I had to really focus so as not to get a hard on. At the end of class we all shuffled out, and I couldn’t help but swoon a bit when he looked me in the eyes as he high fived me. Why is this straight man so hot?

I headed upstairs to the cafe to grab a post workout shake and wait for the changing rooms to quiet down after the class rush.

After about fifteen minutes I headed back down to the changing rooms. As I went in, I was glad to see there were only a couple guys finishing off getting changed. I went to my locker and got my stuff out then stripped down, grabbed a towel, and headed off to the showers.

The showers were empty, my favourite. Means I can have a nice long hot shower undisturbed. I took one down the end and hung my towel over the frosted glass doors. The doors to the shower cubicles are two frosted glass doors with a gap down the middle. This means if you look across you can see a little into the other shower. If someone else is there you can catch glimpse of them, and there have been times I’ve enjoyed a sneaky little look at a hot guy showering across from me.

I turned on my shower and started lathering up my body under the hot water. Damn that felt so good, my muscles were sore from class. I was enjoying the feel of the water on my skin when I heard someone coming into the showers. I didn’t think anything of it until they walked all the way to the end and started going into the cubicle across from me.

Considering all the other showers are free it seemed an odd choice.

Like I said I hadn’t got off in a while, but I wasn’t into cruising here, so I just I carried on soaping up my body. After a minute though I couldn’t help but have a look to see who had gone into the shower across from me. I could see a naked body under the steam of the shower. Wow, they had an amazing body. I could just see their rock-hard ass and muscly back and broad shoulders, then they turned and I saw an insane rippling six pack and a handsome face.

Holy shit it was Matt.

Matt the gorgeous straight trainer was showering across from me. As I had this realisation his hands moved from where he had been soaping himself and I caught sight of his thick meaty cock. It was huge, swinging there between his thick things.

I realised I had stopped breathing and was just standing staring, I quickly resumed cleaning myself. The trainers do use the showers sometimes, I just hadn’t seen him in here before. I had heard he normally just left after classes and went home as he didn’t live far. But here he was, naked, right across from me.

Now I knew he was straight so nothing would happen, but the fact I get to see his naked body and that amazing cock would fuel my wanks for a long time. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but I had to steal a few more glances. My cock was already starting to get hard, so I tried to take deep breaths to calm it down.

I turned back around so I was facing towards his shower and could see him again through the door cracks. He was cleaning his body all over and he was facing me so I could see his abs and cock again. His hands started rubbing his cock…and kept rubbing it.

Was he getting hard?

He was pulling at his cock and was using his other hand to massage his abs. Fuck this is so hot.

Then I saw him look straight at me.

Oh shit. Busted.

I froze.

I had no idea what to do. I was caught staring.

But he didn’t stop rubbing his cock. He was now looking straight at me while rubbing his dick, and it was getting hard. I don’t know how, but it kept getting bigger. It had to be like nine or ten inches when at full hardness.

I was rock hard now, standing with the water running down me just watching as he started properly jacking himself off.

What he did next blew my mind.

Without saying anything he took one of the doors and opened it, so I had a much clearer view. I was completely mesmerised. I followed his lead and also opened one of the doors of my shower, and started wanking my cock.

How the fuck was this happening?

We were both standing facing each other, only a few feet away, with our showers running while jacking our cocks. This god of a man looking me straight in the eyes. I started to get bold, so I turned and started rubbing my ass, showing it off to him. He started jacking harder, really working his cock which had now reached a good ten inches.

I spread my cheeks and started fingering my hole, showing it off to him. Fuck he made me act so slutty. I moaned as I slid a finger in. He was now staring at my hole, his face pure concentrated lust. I slid a second finger in as I was jacking my cock too.

He started groaning quietly, this low rumble I could just hear it over the sound of the water. He was wanking his huge cock all the way from the base to the head, now using both hands. Then suddenly his head flew back, and he shot an almighty load of cum which flew across and hit me on my ass and lower back. I never seen cum shoot so far! He kept jacking as the wave of orgasm hit him, his cock shooting out so much cum. Fuck this guy’s balls were full.

He slowly came to a stop and shook the last of the cum dripping from his monster cock onto the floor. He didn’t look at me once as he stepped back into the shower and closed the door.

I didn’t know what to do, this perfect man’s cum was on my ass and lower back and I just watched him orgasm while jacking off to me. I closed my door too and stepped in but made sure the water didn’t wash of his cum.

He cleaned his body and then turned off the shower and dried himself off. Then left the shower cubicle and headed off to the changing room without so much as looking at me.

I stood there in shock. Did that just happen, or did I just have the most intense sex dream in the shower? I felt my ass and there was his cum, it happened. I scooped it off my ass and back and looked at it in my fingers. I smelt it, fuck that smelt good. Then I took my fingers and licked a bit of the cum. I tasted the sweet saltiness of it. Fuck.

I was feeling so kinky that with the rest still on my fingers I slid them back inside my ass and fucked myself with his cum, as I jacked my cock and blew my own huge load against the shower wall.

I was completely dazed after I shot. One of the most intense orgasms I had ever had.

I cleaned myself under the water and then dried off and headed out of the showers and back to the changing room.

It was empty. I went to my locker and got changed.

As I headed out, I didn’t see him anywhere.

I was confused. I know he was straight but what was that? We didn’t actually touch he just jacked off in front of me. I honestly didn’t care what he was, maybe just a horny guy that needed to get off and I was in the right place at the right time. And as much as I don’t normally do anything like this, I knew I would do anything for that man.

My main thought was will it ever happen again? I highly doubted it.

But as I left, I made sure to go to the front desk and book onto his next class.

And I will be back at the end shower cubicle; in case he wants round two.

To be continued...

Derek had always been proud of what he carried. Eight inches, thick enough to require patience from every partner, the kind of endowment that had given him quiet confidence since college. At forty-three, he'd never doubted his ability to satisfy his wife, had never questioned his place in the hierarchy of masculine gifts. Even in locker rooms, even among the whispered comparisons that men never quite escaped, he'd felt secure in his substantial reality.

Until three days ago.

Now he sat in their hotel bathroom, staring at his reflection while cold doubt crystallized in his stomach. The conversation with Marcus during their video screening had been professional, discrete—but something in the other man's presence had unsettled him in ways he couldn't articulate. Not arrogance, exactly. More like the quiet certainty of someone who knew exactly what they brought to these encounters.

"Derek?" Cassie's voice drifted through the bathroom door. "You've been in there twenty minutes."

He splashed cold water on his face, trying to wash away the anxiety that had been building since they'd boarded the plane to Chicago. This was supposed to be their adventure—successful couple, strong marriage, exploring boundaries they'd discussed for months. They'd done this twice before with other men. It had been fun, uncomplicated, sexy.

So why did this feel different?

When he emerged, Cassie was sitting on the hotel bed in her black silk robe, dark hair catching the lamplight as she scrolled through messages on her phone. At forty-one, she maintained the lean strength of someone who took fitness seriously—yoga three times a week, weekend hikes, the discipline that kept her body as compelling now as it had been when they'd met fifteen years ago.

"He says he's available tomorrow evening," she said, not looking up from the screen. "If we're still interested."

Derek nodded, though something had shifted since their initial conversation with Marcus. What had begun as adventurous curiosity—a successful couple exploring their boundaries—had taken on a weight he couldn't shake. The couple who'd recommended Marcus had been... different somehow. The woman's eyes had held a distant, almost reverent quality when she'd spoken his name.

"You sure about this?" Cassie asked, finally meeting his eyes. Her expression held the same mixture of excitement and uncertainty he felt, but underneath was something else—a hunger he'd noticed growing since their video call.

Derek considered the question. Was he sure? Marcus had been perfectly discrete during their screening, had maintained professional boundaries while discussing limits and expectations. But there had been something in his calm authority, in the way he'd filled the frame of their laptop screen, that suggested he brought more to these encounters than just another well-built body.

"Yeah," Derek said finally. "I'm curious."

But it was more than curiosity. It was the same gravitational pull he'd felt during their video call—something that drew his attention even as it unsettled him. Marcus hadn't been explicit, hadn't needed to be. His confidence spoke of someone who knew exactly what effect he had on couples like them.

Derek slipped into bed beside his wife, but sleep felt impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he found himself wondering what exactly they were walking into tomorrow night.

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Derek spent the next day in a state of low-level anxiety that he couldn't quite explain to himself, let alone to Cassie. During their morning run along Lake Michigan, he found his mind drifting to their evening plans despite his best efforts to focus on the rhythm of his breathing, the burn in his legs, anything other than the knot of anticipation in his stomach.

"You're distracted," Cassie observed as they cooled down near Navy Pier. She was barely breathing hard—fifteen years of marriage and she could still outrun him when she put her mind to it.

"Just thinking about tonight," he admitted.

She studied his face with the perceptive attention that had first attracted him to her. "Having second thoughts?"

"No. Not exactly." He struggled to articulate the feeling. "It's just... this feels different somehow. More intense."

Cassie nodded slowly. She'd felt it too—he could see it in the way she'd been carrying herself since their video call, a heightened awareness that suggested she was processing the same undefined anticipation.

They spent the afternoon wandering the Art Institute, but Derek found himself unable to concentrate on the exhibits. His thoughts kept circling back to Marcus—the man's physical presence even through a laptop screen, the way he'd spoken with such quiet certainty about "facilitating experiences" for couples like them.

By evening, Derek's nerves had crystallized into something approaching genuine anxiety. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror adjusting his shirt collar for the third time, acutely aware of his own heavy endowment shifting against his thigh. For years, that weight had been a source of confidence. Tonight, for reasons he couldn't name, it felt insufficient.

"Stop overthinking," he told his reflection, but the words carried no conviction.

The knock came at exactly eight o'clock.

The subway was a sweltering beast that evening, its air thick with the stale mix of sweat, cheap perfume, and the metallic bite of the tracks. She stood near the door, one hand clutching the cold steel pole for balance as the train rattled through the city’s underbelly. Her day had been a grind—endless meetings, and the dull ache of heels pinching her feet. All she craved was to get home, strip off her tight skirt and blouse, and sink into a hot bath to wash away the day’s weight. The carriage was packed, bodies pressed close, swaying in sync with the train’s lurching rhythm. She barely noticed the stranger at first, just another faceless shape in the crowd.

Then she felt it—a firm, deliberate pressure against her ass. Her breath caught, a spark of unease flaring in her chest. It wasn’t an accident; the way he pressed himself against her was too intentional, too bold. She shifted slightly, hoping to create space, but the crowd held her in place, and the stranger didn’t back off. If anything, he leaned closer, his bulge unmistakable now, hard and heavy through the thin fabric of her skirt. Her heart pounded, a mix of indignation and something else—something she didn’t want to name. She should’ve turned, glared, pushed him away. But she didn’t. Her fingers tightened around the pole, and she stood frozen, her mind racing as her body betrayed her with a faint, shameful heat pooling between her thighs.

The train jolted, and he pressed harder, his cock grinding against her with a slow, taunting rhythm. She could feel its size—thick, impossibly big—and her cheeks burned with a flush of embarrassment and arousal. She stole a glance around, half-expecting someone to notice, but the other passengers were oblivious, lost in their phones or staring blankly into the void. No one saw the way her breath hitched, or how her grip on the pole turned white-knuckled as she fought the urge to lean back into him. The flickering fluorescent lights overhead cast harsh shadows, and the hum of the train seemed to pulse in time with her racing heart.

He shifted again, and she felt the full length of him now, his dick swelling against her ass, straining against his jeans. It was brazen, obscene, and yet she didn’t move. Her mind screamed at her to stop this, to make a scene, but her body was hooked, caught by the raw, animal pull of his size. She didn’t understand why she was letting this happen—why the feel of his massive cock was unraveling her—but she was trapped in the moment, her pulse hammering in her ears. His breath grazed the back of her neck, warm and heavy, carrying a faint scent of leather and smoke that made her head spin. It was intoxicating, dangerous, and it pulled her deeper into the haze.

Emboldened by her silence, his hand brushed her hip, a tentative test. When she didn’t pull away, his touch grew bolder, fingers digging into her waist with a possessive edge. The motion was subtle, hidden by the crowd, but it felt like a claim, like he was marking her as his. Her skirt bunched slightly under his grip, the fabric catching on her pantyhose, and she felt the coarse texture of his jeans against her skin. Her mind was a mess—shame, fear, desire all colliding. She shouldn’t be letting a stranger touch her like this, shouldn’t be standing there while he rubbed his cock against her in public. But that dick—fuck, it was huge, and the thought of it was undoing her, bit by bit. The train’s sway seemed to egg them on, each jolt pushing their bodies closer, amplifying the forbidden heat between them.

Curiosity won. Her hand trembled as it drifted backward, brushing his thigh. He didn’t flinch, didn’t stop her, and she let her fingers graze higher, finding the bulge in his pants. It was hot, pulsing, and so fucking thick her breath caught in her throat. She traced its length, her touch hesitant at first, then firmer, feeling the way it twitched under her fingers. It was reckless, insane, but she couldn’t stop. The heat of him, the sheer size, was like a drug, and she was already addicted. Her fingers lingered, exploring the outline of his cock, and a faint tremor ran through her as she imagined what it looked like, what it would feel like inside her.

He responded instantly, his hand sliding from her waist to her ass, squeezing hard. His touch was rough, unapologetic—pinching, groping, like he knew she was his to take. She gasped softly, the sound swallowed by the train’s hum, and her body arched into him without her permission. She was losing herself, drowning in the heat of his cock, the roughness of his hands, the sheer wrongness of it all. It was like she’d become someone else, someone who craved this filthy, forbidden thrill. Her thighs pressed together, trying to ease the ache building there, but it only made her want more.

A sudden giggle snapped her out of it. She glanced up and caught the eye of a girl nearby, her lips curled in a knowing, almost approving smile. The girl’s gaze flicked between her and the stranger, and a wave of mortification crashed over her. What the fuck was she doing? Letting some creep grind on her, touching his dick like a desperate slut in a crowded train? The spell shattered, and panic surged through her. She yanked her hand away, her face burning, and shoved through the crowd toward the door as the train slowed at the next stop. Her heels caught on the floor, nearly tripping her, but she pushed forward, desperate to escape the stranger’s heat and her own shameful desire.

She stumbled onto the platform, her legs shaky, her breath ragged. The cool air hit her like a slap, but it didn’t clear the fog of arousal still clouding her mind. She hurried through the station, her heels clicking against the tiles, trying to put distance between herself and what had just happened. The crowd thinned as she reached the street, the city’s neon lights casting a surreal glow over the pavement. But as she walked, she felt a presence behind her—heavy, deliberate. She didn’t need to turn to know it was him. Her pulse spiked, fear and anticipation twisting together, making her skin prickle.

He followed her through the city’s pulsing streets, his steps unhurried but relentless, like a predator stalking prey. She quickened her pace, her breath coming in short gasps, but the click of her heels seemed to echo too loudly, betraying her. She turned into a narrow alley, hoping to lose him, but it was a mistake. The alley was deserted, the city’s noise fading to a distant hum, the walls closing in with the smell of damp concrete and garbage. Before she could protest, he was there, grabbing her by the waist, his grip bruising and unyielding. He kissed her hard, his lips crushing hers, swallowing any words she might have said. His tongue invaded her mouth, demanding, possessive, and her body melted into him despite herself, her hands clutching his jacket as she surrendered to the heat. The roughness of his stubble grazed her skin, and the taste of him—smoke and something darker—sent a shiver through her.

When he pulled back, his eyes burned into hers, dark and predatory, glinting in the dim light of a flickering streetlamp. He unzipped his jeans, and her gaze dropped instinctively. His cock sprang free, and she fucking lost it. It was the biggest dick she’d ever seen—thick as her wrist, veined, rock-hard, with a fat, glistening head dripping precum. It was like a goddamn monument, pulsing with raw power, and it owned her completely in that moment. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but stare, her mouth watering, her pussy throbbing with need. The sight of it was hypnotic, a promise of pleasure and destruction that made her knees weak.

One look from him was all it took. She dropped to her knees, right there in the grimy alley, the rough pavement biting into her skin through her torn pantyhose. Her lips parted, and she took him in, that massive head barely fitting in her mouth, stretching her lips to their limit. She struggled to suck it, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the salty precum that coated it. He grabbed her hair, his fingers tangling in it, but he didn’t need to force her—she was desperate, working her mouth over him, trying to take more of that monstrous cock. Her jaw ached, her throat burned, but she didn’t care. And those balls—fuck, they were huge, heavy, dangling like they were loaded with cum just waiting to flood her. She reached up, cupping them, feeling their weight, and a low groan rumbled from his chest, spurring her on. She licked and sucked, sloppy and eager, the wet sounds echoing in the alley, mingling with the distant city noise. She felt like a filthy slut, debased and alive, reveling in the degradation.

He yanked her up, her lips still tingling from his cock, and shoved her against the rough brick wall. The cold stone scraped her back through her torn blouse, but she didn’t care. With one brutal tug, he ripped her pantyhose, the fabric shredding like paper, and shoved her thong aside. His fat cockhead pressed against her dripping cunt, teasing her entrance, and she trembled—half with fear, half with raw, aching need. She was soaked, her thighs slick, her body begging for him to fill her with that beautiful beast. The alley’s damp air clung to her skin, and the faint drip of a leaking pipe somewhere nearby seemed to count the seconds of her hesitation.

He was careful at first, easing in, stretching her tight pussy with a delicious burn that made her gasp. Every inch felt like it was splitting her open, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her eyes water. Her hands scrabbled at the wall, nails scraping the brick, searching for something to anchor her as he filled her. But halfway in, the gentleness vanished. He fucked her hard, pounded her, like she was nothing but a hole to be used. The brick wall scraped her back, her skirt bunched around her waist, and she was crying—tears of pure, overwhelming pleasure as that massive cock wrecked her cunt in the alley. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, her body shaking, her moans echoing in the narrow space. She felt like a cheap whore, used and filthy, and she fucking loved it.

Time blurred, lost in the relentless rhythm of his thrusts. At some point, he tore her blouse open, buttons scattering across the pavement, and groped her tits through her bra, squeezing them roughly, his thumbs digging into her nipples. The fabric strained, her breasts spilling over the cups, and his hands were relentless, kneading, pinching, claiming every inch of her. She didn’t care. She was his toy, his slut, willing to do anything to please that glorious cock that was giving her orgasm after orgasm. Her legs shook, barely holding her up, her body shuddering with each brutal thrust. The alley seemed to close in around them, a cocoon of raw, animal lust, the world beyond forgotten.

Finally, he pushed her back to her knees, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. With a guttural growl, he came, unloading thick ropes of cum all over her face, her hair, her tits. It dripped down her chin, hot and sticky, splattering her torn blouse, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone, marking her as his. The scent of it—musky, primal—filled her senses, and she wanted to lick him clean, to taste the mix of his cum and her own juices, to ask his name, to beg for more. But he zipped up and walked away without a word, his boots echoing in the alley, the sound fading into the city’s pulse. She slumped against the wall, her body buzzing, her mind a haze of shame and satisfaction. Her clothes were shredded, her makeup smeared, her skin reeking of sex, but she felt alive, raw, transformed by the stranger’s touch.

Growing up I always knew I was gay, but I didn’t want anyone to know. I was always shy, and though from an early age I would check out other guys, I tried my best to not make it known.

We all remember our first time, for some it’s a great memory but for others it’s terrifying. For me, it was both.

My family was always very close and it was normal for me to spend time with all of my cousins as everyone would gather at one family members house. We were a typical Hispanic family.

All of my older male cousins were great looking, lean, good body hair, and we were all so comfortable around each other that it wasn’t weird to be alone together, share beds or leave the bathroom doors open to pee while someone was showering.

My first time came unexpectedly but I wouldn’t change anything about it. My oldest cousin was a junior in college and everyone was used to him having his girlfriend around all the time, we will call her Daisy. I was 18, still a virgin, very inexperienced with the exception of jerking off all the time. That weekend, I was in town staying with my cousins, the eldest, we will call him Jordan, Jorge his brother and Laura his sister. Jordan and Jorge shared a room most of their life since they were only a year apart.

Since it was around 11pm, Jordan walked Daisy out and we decided to give the PlayStation a break. Jorge turned on a movie so he and I watched it. Jordan never returned to the room. After a bit I was getting tired and Jorge looked like he was going to knock out so I decided to go pee so I could get situated and knock out for the night.

As I closed the door to my cousins room, I noticed a little bit of light coming from my the computer room. Laura door was closed and the light was off so I assumed she was asleep. As I walked towards the door, I took a peek in and noticed that Jordan was watching something on the computer but I couldn’t hear anything. I decided to see what he was watching and walked up behind him but he hadn’t noticed or heard me. As I got closer to him, It was then I noticed he had head phones on. As I walked up behind him, I then saw what he was looking at, straight porn. I stood there quietly and that’s when I noticed, he was holding something in his right hand. I could see him so focused on the screen and stroking his hard dick. I had never seen another dick besides mine and I was in shock at how big he was. I immediately got hard and froze. I didn’t know whether to try to sneak back out and I knew if he caught me he would be upset I was snooping. But I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick. He had a decent sized mushroom head, was circumcised, and looked relatively thick. It was then that I looked at the top of the screen and I could see his eyes in the reflection connected to mine.

“What are you doing,” Jordan said. I froze. I didn’t know what to say, what to do, I just gulped nervously and looked down at his dick. “I’m sorry I just wanted to see what you were doing” I said. He started to hide his dick with his left hand. “I’m sorry don’t worry I won’t say anything.” At this point I was trying to slowly walk away and hide my boner. I think he had noticed because at that point he said, “come here. Take a seat next to me on.” He then slowly scooted over to make room for me to sit next to him on the chair. I didn’t even flinch and slowly made my way to sit next to him. I tried not to look down at his dick but I could see he was still hard.


“Have you ever watched porn with someone else before?” I shook my head no. I couldn’t speak. I was so nervous. I was sitting next to my oldest cousin, mere inches away from the first dick I’d seen besides mine and trying to hide my boner.

“Do you like what we’re watching?” Honestly I hadn’t really watched the screen so I don’t recall what he was watching, but out of the corner of my eyes I could see his dick and that’s where my focus was. I thought I was being slick about it but he started to notice.
“It’s big isn’t it.” He laughed. I know I started to blush. “Have you ever seen another dick before?” “No,” I said. “I like mine. It’s a good size. Mines 7.5 inches.”
It was taking everything within me to not reach out and grab it because it’s all I wanted to do.

It was at that moment I think he noticed I was not looking at the porn but solely focused on his hard dick. I was so scared someone was going to walk in and ruin this moment but then I remembered it seemed that my other cousins were asleep.

“Have you jacked off with someone else before?” He said. “No”. “That’s why you’re all curious.”We were shoulder to shoulder at this point. It was then things took a turn that I didn’t see coming.

“Do you wanna hold it?” I know my eyes opened wide. There was nothing more I wanted but the words wouldn’t come out. I was way too scared. I was trying to utter yes but just stood there silently looking at it. “Here, it’s no big deal.” He grabbed my hand and wrapped my small hand around his thick shaft. It was so warm. I just sat there holding his dick. Jordan had always had a girlfriend so I never imagined something like this would ever happen with him. He let out a soft moan and I immediately felt accomplished. I have no idea how long this went on for but he continued to watch the porn as I gave my first handjob. Then I noticed he paused what he was looking at. He looked me straight in the eyes and said “just so you know, we shouldn’t tell anyone about this. We don’t want anyone to find out.” I nodded and agreed. Whatever it would take so I could hold on. I could feel his throbbing dick and would squeeze off and on while stroking him.

“You should give it a kiss haha?” A kiss? Is he testing me? Is he joking or serious? Before he could start his next thought I kneeled down and kissed his mushroom head. I sat on my knees there next to him as he sat in the chair. I looked up at him and he looked kinda shocked. Maybe he was joking. Before he could say anything else, I followed the first kiss with a few more and with each kiss a gentle moan came from my cousin.

“Do you wanna try something else?” I was scared but so excited. If it felt that exhilarating kissing the head, imagine how good it would feel to taste it. With no response, I slowly started to lower my head and took his mushroom head into my mouth. I began to suck on it just like a popsicle. His cock tasted different than anything else I had ever tasted… and I loved it. I had to have more. I began trying to take more in my mouth. He sat back and totally relaxed as I got lost in tasting my first dick. There was no way for me to take the whole thing in my mouth but I tried my best to go as deep as possible. “Ah… try to open your mouth a little wider so I don’t feel your teeth.” Noted. Don’t do that again because I don’t want him to make me stop. Next thing I knew, he laid his hand on the back of my head. Why did this feel so good to me. I felt so accomplished. As I stopped to catch my breath I looked up and he asked, “are you ok?” I nodded yes and went back to it. But this time I felt a weird taste when I started to suck the head. “What is that,” I said. “Don’t worry that just means you’re doing a good job. It’s called precum. It’s something that happens when The person getting sucked is really enjoying themselves.” This made me feel so good about myself. At that moment I just wanted to suck more dick for as long as I could. As I went in for more, I started to get confident in my newly developed skill. As I looked up at my cousin I could tell from his face that he was really enjoying what I was doing. Before I knew I suddenly I head, “ugh don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t get scared.” Scared? Why would I be scared? I was sucking dick for the first time and apparently I was good at it. At that moment I suddenly felt him start to tremble and my mouth filled with a salty taste.

I stopped sucking immediately in disgust. Here I was thinking my cousin was enjoying me sucking his dick and then he does this to me! He started to smile and laugh at the same time. “Shh… Relax, relax, just swallow it don’t try to taste it.”

“So I did really good then?” I smirked. “You did really good, but I need you to remember, we shouldn’t tell anyone about this ok. This has to be our secret so we don’t get in trouble.” He looked at me to check for understanding and I nodded. “I need to hear you promise me that you won’t tell anyone.” “I promise.” He started to exit out of the website and pulled his underwear and shorts back up. “You should head on back to the room.” I stood up and obeyed my cousins orders. From that point on, I now knew my newest addiction. I wanted to suck dick. I had a natural talent for it and it was all I could think about. I had no idea how I was going to sleep knowing my cousins dick was going to be right next to me, but it would help knowing my other cousin was in the room so there was no way anything could happen.

“Jordan,” I said. “Yes?” He said. “If I promise not to tell, can we do that again?” I said. “You did really good, so…let me think about it,” he said. It wasn’t a no, and little did I know, I would be perfecting my skills from that night on.

Cab was a guy I knew for a number of years. As a skinny nerd, a pale little guy that just melted into the background. He joined the cheerleading squad is a cheermaker which didn't help because those guys were looked down on as somewhat a feminine even though being a cheermaker required a guy to be a physically strong person. One time before a basketball game when the squad was performing he did a spectacular floor routine that had the crowd standing on their feet, so from that time on his nerd reputation was demolished. From that point on he kind of looked like a miniature Don Johnson from the old Miami Vice show, and that was a hit with the girls because he pretty much got laid like crazy. It didn't hurt he was horse hung with one of the biggest cocks in the school, as I found out, a little turtle stub that transformed into a veined third leg which fascinated them.

I had turned 18 months before and he had just turned 18. I found myself sitting next to him on the sports bus on the way to a wrestling match where the cheerleading squad was going to lead a warm up. I gave him a Happy Birthday and we were talking when he said I heard that you're actually bi. I said yeah that was something I discovered about a couple years ago. He said he's had some urges and was curious about it. I said well I'm open to hooking up some point and we can see what we can do which he agreed to. I'm always open to hooking up. A week or so passed and he came up to me in the hallway and said his parents were away that weekend if I wanted to come over he'd like that.

I appeared at his house that Saturday and we didn't waste any time once the front door was shut he grabbed me and started kissing me and I started and I kissed back we probably went into the bedroom where both of us stripped naked. He said that he had experimented a few times but every time he pulls his pants off and gets a hardon everyone expects him to top because of his size and he wants to try out bottoming. At that point his little turtle stub transformed into his huge shaft. and I was already getting hard he looked at my Dick and said holy fuck you're way bigger than I am and I'm huge. I was both longer and thicker but to be honest he looked bigger as it was sticking out from his short, slight body. I just pushed him around onto his bed and climbed on top of him and rubbed my now fully engorged shaft between the twin little mounds of his ass. He was squirming a bit and panting and I said are you ready, and he nodded so I squirted on some lube and gently parted those little mounds and started to penetrate him. He started gasping and moaning but I kept pushing in and in and in and when I hit his second hole he actually screamed. I stopped and asked him is that okay and he was like no no keep going this is amazing. I pause for a minute, soaking, to let him get used to my size inside him, then I started thrusting long deep thrusts almost pulling out completely and then driving in hitting the second hole gently. I don't think it was more than a dozen thrusts when he shook and wailed and I could feel him start to pump in orgasm. The feel of a guy pumping out his load when I'm inside him always gets me really off and I came right there and started pumping his colon full of my goo. When I was finished I pulled out and rolled over on my back, my shiney veined cock resting on my stomach, and he rolled over next to me and that's when I spotted he had a mirror on the ceiling. I asked him if his parents knew or if they let him do it and he said yeah they actually let him bring girls over and fuck them, and he likes seeing them in the mirror, and his mother says she'd rather see him have sex than take drugs. I thought that was pretty cool.

We were lying next to each other both of us still hard as rocks, and I reached over and grabbed his big thick shaft which was laying on his stomach like mine just slightly past his navel. I like feeling his thick rigid shaft, I rarely get to hold something that size other than mine. He reached over and grabbed mine and said that he could barely get his hand around it. I started stroking him and he started stroking me and then we vigorously started giving each other hand jobs lying there looking up in the mirror watching our big dicks and our hands-on them. It was only a few minutes when we both came and I could see in the mirror the ropes of cum that each one of us was shooting across our chest and head. It was cool that both of us could pump so hard and shoot ropes. When we're finished we just continued to lie there.

I said I have to admit I just came twice and I'm still fucking horny as hell and wanna do more. He grinned and said me too and at that point I climbed up on top of him, put his legs on my shoulders and started rubbing my cock on his stomach next to his. He never showed any signs of wanting to top andvI was good with that. While his dick was huge, mine was a whole magnitude larger, but then that slight body made it look bigger, and we frotted for a couple of minutes both of us really enjoying it, and then I just slipped down and shoved my cock into him all the way back into the familiar and delightful second hole accompanied by his gasping and arching his back. He reached for his his huge cock to stroke it and I slapped his hand away and said this time I decide when you come not you and you thought that was kind of hot. Two horny hung guys fucking for a third time as eager and as needy as if it was the first time, the heat and the smell of sex and sweat and cum and man just permeated the room. There's something intensely arousing to me to see a small guy penetrated by my huge shaft, looking like I could stand, with him helplessessly speared on my cock. It only took a few more strokes before he came again and I could feel him again pumping against me inside him and I orgasmed and added more goo to whatever load was still in there from the first time.

I pulled out and rolled back on my back next to him and we just laid there for a few minutes. He rolled out of the bed and said I think I'll take a shower, and of course you know what happened next. I joined him in the shower and we watched each other off including our still swollen dicks, and then drying each other off which got me hard again. I hoisted him up on the counter bent over and fucked him again.

I don't there's anything quite like two healthy, athletic and uber-horny guys hooking up for their own fuck fest.

After that both of us were pretty well spent so we jumped in my car and we went to get burgers and then I dropped them off at his place. We hooked up a few times after that although he did say that he couldn't do anything for a couple of weeks after that first time because his ass was so sore he could hardly shit. He said he didn't slow down fucking girls but said he just added my dick in his ass as an extra fun time. I was happy to accommodate him. We did hook up for a threesome with a girl who was his fuckbuddy and rotissiered her. Imagine having two exceptionally horny guys putting their titantic cocks in you at the same time, one PIB and the other PIV. She took us twice but tapped out for the third andcrested while I once again probed his second hole. There's a meme in porn about women havingbsuch intense sex they have trouble walking after. I never saw it until now.

I didn't see him for 6 or 7 years and then bumped into him at a local Target store. Old habits die hard - it wasn't more than 10 minutes before we were in the men's changing room, his pants at his ankles, bent over braced against the wall his turtle dick engorging to a big rigid cock bobbing in the air while I rammed my monster shaft deep into his ass feeling the familiar territory of his second hole and his tiny little ass gripping me. I pumped a big load into him, then watched his own big bobbing cock erupt in ropes of creamy white goo against the changing room wall running down to a puddle on the floor. Sorry Target! Good thing we decided to visit Target early in the morning when no one seemed to be around.

This tale is the result of a request by a reader following my earlier post of The Initiation. He was interested in how Jack came to be the subject of the initiation in the story. So here is Jack's Tale.

I’m Jack, I’m 24 and about to head off for some sort of initiation. I heard about this club for guys, bi or gay, that is. I guess I’m bi as I still like to fuck a girl when I can, I have occasional girlfriends and enjoy the female body. But, for the past couple of years I have also experienced the male body too, something I never thought I would do. But stuff happens.

So later I’ll be put through some sort of ceremony in front of a group of naked men, it’s a test that I have to pass to be able to join the club. Everyone else will have had to go through the same or similar to become a member, so I decided if they can, then I can.

So, how did I get to be into guys? Well, about two or three years ago I was dating this girl, she was just sort of ordinary, she was nineteen and worked in an office, nothing special. She was trim, as in slim with average sort of tits, nice handful by my measure of these things. We’d been dating about two months, sex had started on the second date with her wanking me off and me fingering her pussy until she’d orgasmed, all this whilst in the car later on after an evening together. By the third date she had sucked me off but not yet swallowed and I’d had my tongue up her pussy and around her clit. She tasted really good, as girls just do.

From then on we began fucking, sometimes in the car or if possible at one of our homes as we both lived with parents then. She was a good fuck, never mucked about and always wanted sex when we could have it. After a few more dates she was swallowing or cum kissing with me, now that I hadn’t done before and I was initially not that keen on tasting my own spunk. In fact I’d never tasted spunk. Mine or anyone else’s. I think it’s fair to say I wasn’t particularly sexually experienced at that time. I’d seen and wanked off to plenty of porn of course, seen all sorts of sex but so far had only done basic stuff, mutual masturbation, oral and pussy fucking. Thought I say that right now, sort of clarifies things.

A guy tasting spunk? Spunk was for girls, up their pussy, asshole or mouth. I’d not been up a girl’s asshole at that time. I did love the taste of a girl, getting my face right between their legs when she’s dripping wet, licking her out and swallowing her juices and even then kissing her, making her taste herself before I’d slide my cock up her and fuck her hard and fast. My first few girlfriends had me use condoms but now most didn’t need one, older and more experienced I guessed and easier to take contraception. I just loved spunking as I fucked and would carry on until my cock started to soften and then I’d flop on her body and kiss her.

I liked a girl to ride me too, especially one with decent tits which would bounce up and down. I just love to see my cock up her pussy, her flaps opened to accommodate my shaft, then her moving up and down until she has me right up her and she’s sitting on my thighs, maybe some pressure on my balls beneath her. A nice wet finger to her clit would often be enough to bring her off.

One girl loved to watch me masturbating until I shot my load, she’d be naked (not often) or expose a tit or pull her knickers to one side to turn me on. I didn’t mind that but preferred to have her wank me off, I wanked myself off loads anyway.

Back to the girl I mentioned, OK her name was Emma. After the first few times she’d cum-kissed me she pushed me on my back and opened her mouth and I had no choice but to take my full load back and swallow. It was a bit sticky in my throat at first, I could taste it despite all her saliva mixed in with it, but I did it. Emma had swallowed it after all, so it must be no big deal. When she asked me about how it was I said it was OK and she just laughed.

I must admit to thinking about cum after that, how she routinely swallowed mine, I assume she’s done that with quite a few previous boyfriends too.

She’d told me one day that her real sex education started early, that she had an older brother, two years older. It happened one July when he was home from university, Emma was working, she’d started as a trainee in accounts at a local business. That day she’d felt sick and came home just after lunchtime. Emma then went on to explain that she heard music from her brother’s bedroom, which was pretty normal, so he probably wouldn’t have heard her coming into the house. I asked her to tell me more, so here’s what she said.

“He never really bothered about walking around naked, he’d come out of the bathroom and cross the landing to his room after a shower and if I or mum and dad saw him he wasn’t concerned. I’d seen naked guys on-line before as me and my friends often looked together. I knew what a man had between his legs anyway.”

“Had you actually watched people fucking by then?” I asked.

“No, just photos of guys, some were hard though, we all liked to see those even though we were a bit nervous of their size, especially the sort of guys that get in those kind of photos on the internet, and they’re always pretty big. I was a bit behind most of my friends with sex stuff. Maybe it was seeing Dan naked, thinking how he would be when erect, I think that sacred me and with my first boyfriends I didn’t let them get their cocks out. They soon dumped me though.”

“Made up for it now though,” I said, “I think your one of the best in knowing how to please a guy.”

Emma smiled and thanked me.

But all that started me thinking, what did her brother have between his legs, I mean compared to me? I wondered if I should ask.

“I still like to look at naked guys, mostly hard ones and them having a wank.”

“Yeah, me too sometimes, but gives us guys an inferiority complex when the cocks are really huge.”

“Well, Jack, you needn’t worry, yours works just fine for me.”

“Thanks.” I said, but not one hundred percent convinced she meant it.

“So, that day I went upstairs and as his door was open I decided to tell him why I’d come home early. His bed was behind the door, the music was quite loud and at first I couldn’t see him. I just walked in but then I saw him, he was naked on his bed, eyes closed. Wanking. I knew about wanking then but hadn’t seen a guy actually doing it.”

“What you do?”

“I took a step back so I could still see him but was just out of his sight in case he opened his eyes. He was clearly oblivious to my presence as he kept on masturbating, he had one hand wrapped around his cock, the other rolling his balls around. I already knew he had some pubes, but very short ones, he trimmed them, looked good on him now I’m much more familiar with guys. His balls were smooth like yours are but they used to be hairy when I first saw him naked.”

I wanted more details of his penis but was reluctant to ask Emma. But fortunately she continued.

“He just kept on wanking, every now and then he called out this girls name, must have been some girl he fancied, he wasn’t seeing anyone then as far as I knew. Even though he was my brother I found my pussy getting turned on, it was quite an effort not to get my hand up my skirt and into my knickers.”

All this had given me a hard on, I knew my cock would be wet around the end as it bulged in my jeans.

I just laughed, imagining Emma rubbing her clit as she stared at her brother wanking off.

“He kept stopping, as in his hand stopped and he would take deep breaths, then start again more slowly at first then get faster.”

“Edging, just keeping himself from cumming.” I added.

“Yeah. I do that now with guys, I edge you, I can tell when you’re getting close, your face looks intense, your balls rise and tighten and you get a red patch on your upper chest.”

I laughed again then added “You are about the best girl I’ve known for giving me a good wank, most just seemed intent of bring me off as quickly as possible, get it over with.”

“Hope you appreciate me, then”

I leaned over and kissed Emma on the lips.

“So, did you see your bro actually cum?”

“Oh yeah, wasn’t going to miss that! He kept going, slowing right down a few more times but then he must have gone too far and he began rubbing himself really fast then stopped and he shot. Pretty impressive, I’d not seen a cock shoot before and it really amazed me how far in the air it went, I mean it must have almost hit his face but I couldn’t see that. Anyway, he kept shooting, loads landed on his chest and then his belly. I knew I had to soon go or he’d catch me but I wanted to see what happened next.”

“That was your first sight of spunk then, what did you think?” I asked, fascinated to see what a girl thought.

“I was surprised by how much there was and how it shot out, well how far it shot out. I know now that guys can get it over their shoulders sometimes, you’ve done that several times that I’ve seen.”

“Yeah, but it does depend on how often I’ve cum, to get it shooting a long way. Edging makes a big difference, builds up pressure inside me I guess.”

I still wanted to hear about her brother’s cock. “So go on, what then?”

“Well, he let go of his cock and let his hand trail through the pools of cum on his belly and chest, it was all stringy and gooey and he played with it for a bit, then he held some between his fingers and I lost sight of his hand. But I heard a slurping noise and his hand reappeared but with no cum dangling from it.”

“He eats his spunk?”

“Yeah, I was like what? But then I remembered the girls talking about girls sucking cocks off so I thought that eating the stuff was maybe normal. Well for girls, but for men? That was the ignorant me then”

“Then what he do?” I asked desperate for more info.

“He scooped more up, mostly from around his belly button and must have put that in his mouth as well.”

“Wow, I’ve never even thought about putting mine in my mouth, so what he do then?”

“He took his cock which was now soft again, ran his fingers along it and sort of squeezed, like tooth paste, the last of his cum from it, some more came out but not much. Then I had to go.”

“So, what was his cock like when hard?” I asked.

“You mean, how does it compare with yours? She said looking and smiling right at me now.

“No, no, just, well curious. It being your first erection, that’s all.”

“OK, he was probably about your length but a bit thicker, especially where it joined his body. Well, pretty wide there really. His cock head was less rounded than yours, yours is I’d say more common, his was slightly more pointed, but nice.”

“Nice?”

“I just like cocks.”

“How were his balls?”

“His balls?”

“Yeah, you must have seen them when he was naked, if not when having the wank.”

“Just balls, really, average I guess.”

Oh, I thought, not much there to go by. But a cock is probably way more important to a girl.

I left it at that.

Hey everyone, I thought I'll try my hand at writing something. Inspiration came from one of the pictures in my gallery (I know this may sound a bit narcissistic, but when I take pictures, I like to think of scenarios.)
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We've met at a bar on a Thursday. It wasn't as crowded as it would be on the weekend, but there were enough people around to have a background chatter that didn't make it uncomfortable to sit at the counter alone.

It was a hot summer day, and drops of sweat were starting to build on everyone's foreheads. You enter the bar and order a drink. While you were waiting for the order to be served, you look around.

I was wearing shorts and a loose linen shirt over a gray undershirt. The dark hairs on my chest were peaking out at the top, fanning up to my clavicles. I give you a friendly smile.

"Don't think I've seen you here before. New in town?", I ask.

You look over to me and reply that you are here on a work conference but weren't in the mood for any more networking with the people you've already spent two whole days with.

"Sounds exhausting, I can see why you'd prefer to be somewhere a little more quiet. I come around here to time to time just unwind. It's a good bar for that."

You feel like there was an undertone in the way I said "unwind". You're not sure if it might also not just be wishful thinking since you have hit a bit of a dry spell recently as work was piling up. Still, you decide to push it a bit to see where it may lead.

"Yeah, being able to have a place to unwind is important. Where you are comfortable just being yourself. Although you do seem to be the type who is comfortable wherever he is.", you say while looking me up and down, eyes lingering on my hairy chest and the bulge in my shorts.

"You're not wrong, I like to get comfortable, that's true. But I always feel more comfortable around other people. Living on my own is nice, but sometimes there's something missing."

It feels like we are now both on the same wavelength. You sip your drink imagining ways for the evening to continue.

"My hotel is actually not that far from here." This came out a lot more straight-forward then you wanted it to and you feel yourself blush.

My eyes light up and a grin spreads across my face. "That sounds great, actually. I was just thinking a change of atmosphere might be nice."

We pay and make the short walk to your hotel. Your room is on the 7th floor. It's not the largest room, but there is enough space to move around. As soon as the door closes, we embrace and press our lips together.

I strip off my linen shirt and your hands rub my back over the undershirt while we make out. Our lips part and we explore each other's mouth. The kiss is a bit rough, but playful. We both know that this is meant to be just fun.

We take more steps inside the room. You sit down on the bed and start to undress while watching me pull down my shorts. You already felt the growing bulge pressing against your leg when we made out.

You swallow hard as my shorts and underwear drop to the floor and my growing erection points at you. I step closer so that the flared red glans is right in front of your face. My foreskin is rolled back behind it and the summer heat has made my balls hang low.

"Come on, open your mouth for me. I'm sure you can take it.", I say as I put a finger under your chin and lift it up a bit.

My hips push forward a bit. The tip now pressing against your lips, smearing a few drops of precum over them, giving them a glossy shine.

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Licking the drops out of the slit before circling the glans. Your hand grabs my shaft and pulls the foreskin all the way back. My cock pulsates in your grip, you feel the blood pumping, making it even harder.

"Yes, that's good. Grip it tight and suck it!" I moan while I enjoy your tongue and the warm lips that begin to cover more and more of my length.

It is a bit of a mouthful for you, especially the thickness of my erection. But you are determined to move further down. You feel my hands on the back of your head guiding you. You look up and our eyes meet. I smile down at your before closing my eyes and humming contently.

Your hands grab my hairy thighs, wandering upwards to my ass. You like the sensation of the soft hair against your palms. You grab my cheeks a bit harder while the last inches of my fat cock disappear in your mouth and your nose is touching my belly.

The blowjob you give me is excellent. My legs begin to tremble a bit, especially now that you took all of me and bob up and down... One of your hands tugs playfully at my balls, and the other is jerking me off in unison with your sucking.

"Fuck, this feels so good... Take all of it, babe, I know you want it.", I encourage you. You can feel that I am getting closer and you are determined to make it a memorable finale.

You take me out of your mouth to get a few deep breaths in. Your face is flushed and your lips feel puffy. But you love it and you love sucking me. You dive back down on my erection, deep throating it.

A whimper escapes my lips. This feels so fucking great, I know I won't be able to hold it for much longer.

My hands go back to the back of your head. I thrust into your mouth, balls hitting your chin. You grab my cheeks and a finger sneaks between them, rubbing against the tight opening.

"You want it in your mouth?", I ask? While you can't reply with words, the increased suction and pressure against my backdoor feel like a yes.

The orgasm travels up from my curled toes through my thighs to my loins. You have the tip of your finger inside me and feel me tighten around you. My balls rise up and there it comes.

The first splash hits deep down your throat so that you almost don't taste it. I pull back a bit and the rest of my warm load fills your mouth. There is a salty sweetness to the creaminess that you very much enjoy.

You swalllow some of it, before I bend down to kiss you again. I can taste myself on your lips and some of my cum is still on your tongue.

We both breathe deeply, having thoroughly enjoyed this.

I look at you with a cocky smile and say: "From the moment you walked into that bar, I knew you are going to suck me."

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This is the first time I wrote something like this. I hope you enjoy it and I'm happy about any kind of feedback.

You’ve shown up to this rendezvous in a sharp executive suit, nothing underneath, strutting down the street with your full, heavy breasts and hard nipples pressing against the fabric, betraying your arousal. Men’s eyes follow you, their filthy whispers trailing in your wake, while women mutter insults under their breath, sneering at your high-class hooker vibe.

Now you’re here, in an empty apartment with gleaming hardwood floors. You step inside, a flicker of uncertainty in your movements, and I’m immediately behind you, pressing close to slip a blindfold over your eyes. Tonight, you won’t know who I am. You’ve come here to be used by a stranger, someone whose face you’ll never see. I bind your hands behind your back, the rope tightening with a slow, ritualistic precision laced with roughness. You can feel me circling you, my gaze devouring your defenseless form, savoring the power I hold. Without warning, I yank your blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor. Your breasts spill free, lush and unrestrained, and I caress them softly at first, sucking your nipples gently before kneading them with a cruel edge. Blindfolded, every shift catches you off guard, drawing sharp gasps and moans from your lips.

I pull back, leaving you trembling, aroused, and craving more, like a helpless little creature yearning for its master’s touch.

My fingers trail up your legs, grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, hiking your skirt to expose your magnificent ass—something I’ll deal with later. I force your legs apart, my hands inching closer to your pussy, teasing, torturing you with the wait. Finally, I grip your cunt, squeezing it like I’m trying to wring it dry. It’s a fucking delight, wet and throbbing, practically begging to be fucked. I don’t need you to swear you’re dying to be taken like the slut you are—I can feel the heat radiating from you. I play with your pussy lips, gathering your slickness and bringing it to your mouth, making you taste your own arousal.

Without warning, I plunge two fingers deep into your cunt, and you let out a scream, pain or pleasure, who the fuck knows? I silence you with a bruising kiss, my fingers starting to pump inside you. Our saliva mixes as I bite your lips, my thumb circling your clit while I finger-fuck you. You’re so goddamn hot it doesn’t take long for your first orgasm to hit, your legs buckling, forcing you to lean into me as you gasp for air.

No rest for you, though.

Still blindfolded, I maneuver you onto your knees on the cold floor, but with your hands tied, your face presses into the wood, your ass high and vulnerable. Completely exposed for me. I can’t resist landing a few sharp spanks, your cheeks blooming red under my hand. Using my thumbs, I spread your ass wide, spitting onto your tight little asshole. The saliva drips slowly, teasingly close to your pussy. I slide my thick cock between your ass cheeks, using them to a assjob, my balls slapping rhythmically against your wet cunt.

I want you to feel its size, to know what’s about to fill you. I drag the head of my dick along your pussy lips, coating it in your juices, deliberating which hole to claim first. Your ass is so tempting, ripe for wrecking on our first date, but the scent of your pussy pulls me in. I ease my cock into you, slow, making you feel every inch. When you’re halfway impaled, I grab your bound hands, pulling you up, arching your back. Your own weight drives you down, sinking my cock balls-deep, ripping moans from your throat as you drool and beg for me to fuck you.

I switch up the pace—sometimes slow and deep, sometimes pounding you like a feral beast. My breath is hot on your neck as I gauge your every reaction, every sign you’re teetering on the edge of climax, dragging it out until you’re a wreck. Your second orgasm hits like a fucking tidal wave, your pussy clenching so tight it milks my cock, pulling my own release from me. I flood your cunt with cum, our sweaty, exhausted bodies locked together for a moment before I pull out. I watch your gaping pussy, a trickle of my seed dripping out. Still blind and bound, I grab your hair and smear my cock across your face, slick with our mixed fluids. You try to catch it with your mouth, eager to lick it clean.

Time for a shower—this is just the beginning.

Gripping your elbow, I lead you, stumbling and blind, to the bathroom. You sink to the shower floor, helpless, sweat and cum streaking your thighs. The sudden blast of cold water makes you flinch, your attempts to squirm away only earning whimpers with your hands still tied. I haul you to your feet, keeping the blindfold on, refusing to free you. I scrub your body roughly, starting gentle but growing harsher, like I’m taming a defiant child. I twist your nipples, hard from the cold or your endless arousal, then roam over your flat stomach, prying your ass cheeks apart to expose you fully. You resist, earning a stinging slap that leaves a red handprint.

My fingers find your still-stretched pussy, plunging inside to feel your heat, your renewed wetness. I seek out your G-spot, stroking it deliberately while my thumb works your clit, building the pace until you’re shaking. Small orgasms ripple through you, giving way to bigger ones, your moans turning to sobs. Your legs give out, and you collapse against me, trembling, crying. Only then do I kiss you softly, licking the tears from your cheeks.

I guide you, still dripping wet, back to the room, your body pliant like a lost pet.

I sit and pull you to your knees before me. You instinctively sink into a submissive pose, so fucking gorgeous I can’t help but grab your damp hair and force you to lick my cock. Your tongue flicks out, and I guide you to lap at my balls, my thighs, a sharp tug urging you to suck the length of my shaft up to the tip. I let you linger there, savoring the wet sounds of your tongue on my cockhead as you writhe, struggling for balance with your bound hands. I grip your hair at the nape, pumping your head down, forcing you to take me deep until you gag. Even when I ease up, you push yourself, trying to swallow more, drooling and gasping. I pull you off, your face flushed and slick with spit.

I yank you onto my lap, spreading your legs roughly so you’re facing me, your soaked pussy grazing my cock. I tug your bindings to make you grind slowly, my cock nestled between your pussy lips. With my other hand, I pull you back, exposing your throat, licking the last droplets of water from your skin. My tongue traces up to the sensitive spot behind your ear, lingering as your hips buck harder, your clit rubbing against my rock-hard cock, slick with your arousal.

“Want me to fuck you?” I growl, the first time I’ve let you speak.

A shy whisper escapes you. “Yes…”

The slap across your face catches you off guard, the blindfold amplifying the sting. “Say it right.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you stammer.

Another slap, harder, draws a tear. “Please… I want you to fuck me. Ruin me.”

One swift move, and I lift you by the hips, impaling you on my cock. You scream, sobbing as I let you adjust before making you move in slow circles, my grip tight on your bound wrists, reminding you who’s in charge. I watch you bounce on me, limp like a ragdoll, my hands digging into your hips as I lick and bite your tits. Faster, harder, I spank your ass just to hear you yelp, urging you on like a wild mare.

When I sense your orgasm building, I shift to a slower, deeper rhythm, keeping you teetering on the edge of pleasure, making you suffer, knowing you’ll only cum when I allow it.

Gripping your hips tightly, my fingers digging into your ass, I no longer need to pull your bindings to make you arch and writhe. Each thrust of my cock pushes you to the brink, the start of an orgasm that refuses to break. Finally, I take pity on you and let you cum, soaking me with your juices that gush in torrents as your orgasm rips through you. You bury your face in my shoulder, lost in the endless waves of pleasure, your body trembling, your breath ragged. Exhausted, you slump against my chest, a broken doll in my arms, until I gently ease you off, your hands still bound behind your back, and slip the blindfold from your eyes, letting you see my face for the first time.

It was a Tuesday morning when I got home. I’d been working the third shift as usual. And had just stopped off and bought my wife breakfast. Which I placed on the kitchen table.

As I walked down the hallway I couldn’t help but notice the bathroom door was open. My wife Misty had done finished her morning shower. She was standing at the bathroom counter. And had already put on her shear black stockings, garter belt and thong. She stood there styling and curling her long blonde hair. Her big 40 DD breasts were still out and on full display in front of the mirror.
My dick instantly got rock hard. And my mouth watered for her pussy.

“ Good morning Honey. Breakfast is on the table. “ I said standing at the doorway. Marveling at her sexy and curvy body.

“ Oh thank you Babe. “ She said turning toward me with a big smile.
I knew she was getting ready for work. So I walked on to our bedroom.

“ What are you going to do with your day? “
She yells through the house. As I was stripping down.

“ I’m going to get my workout in first. “ I said back to her, as I laid out my green jogging shorts.

“ Well after that you could cut the grass. “ She points out. “ And I noticed weeds growing in my flowers. And those suckers growing around the crepe mertles are really unsightly.

“ I just cut the grass Saturday. “ I said back to her.

“ Well Ed across the street is mowing his 3 times a week. “

WTF??? Ed is retired with nothing else to do. There was no way I was going to compete with that.
By then I was naked with my dick in my hand gently stroking it.
On the dresser I heard her phone buzz.
It was a text by her best friend Shirley. I usually ignore her phone but curiosity got the better of me. So I opened the text message.

“ Hey girl you gonna get some of that big dick at the office today??? “ Shirley asks.

“ What the Hell??? “ I asked myself. Was my wife cheating on me? “ So I scroll through her recent texts. To find out my wife’s supervisor Brad had a thing for her. And of course there was a pic. And Brad was a handsome young stud. A little younger than we were. And he had a nice big and thick cock. I looked down at my own cock. By the pic. He was obviously bigger. Of course in a way I was pissed. But I was also turned on to. To know my wife was obviously turning on younger men.
So I put the phone back where I found it. And put my shorts on. And made my way back to the bathroom.
She was then putting on her makeup. And had already put on some sexy smelling perfume. That she usually just wore for me.

“ You smell nice. “ I said as I started kissing her neck. The head of my cock bulging from my shorts. I pressed it against her ass.

“ Oh don’t start!...you know I have to get to work. “ She smiles and laughs a little.

“ Oh Baby we got time for a quick fuck. “
I reached around and gently groped her big tits.

“ No! “ She said pulling my hands from her breasts.

“ Why not? Are you saving yourself for Brad? “
She instantly turns and slapped me across the face.

“ Get the fuck out! “ She shoved me out the bathroom and slammed and locked the door.

“ I see now how you got that bonus and promotion! “ I shouted through the locked door.

I then stormed off to the garage. And started pumping the weights. Which being pissed off was going to be perfect motivation for a good workout. A few minutes later she walks in, dressed in her shortest mini skirt. Along with a thin white blouse and of course her sexy highest black high heels. Another thing she usually just wore for me.

“ Hey I just want to apologize about how I acted a while ago. “ She said nicely.
I put the weights back on to the rack and looked at her.
She put down her biscuit and coffee. And smiled and walked seductively toward me. And bent down. So I could see down her blouse. She then kissed me passionately.
After braking the kiss. She looked me in the eyes.

“ You know I love you. And you should know I would never do anything to hurt you. “

“ I know. “ I said softly like some submissive pussy whipped coward.

“ And when I get home. You better have that big dick ready. So don’t sit around all day jacking off and wasting it. “

“ Yes Dear. “ I said watching her walk out the door. She gets in to her SUV and drives away.

“ Yeah right!...I guess I’m only good for sloppy seconds or possibly thirds. “ I mumble to myself. Before returning to my workout. Oh what I would do to be a fly on the wall at her office. There was obviously a lot of sex going on throughout the work day I thought.
I finish my sets of bench presses. And put the barbell to the side. And start doing some ab work. Judging by the pic. Of Brad. He had a six pack. And though at the time, I was still fit. But Getting my abs as toned as his was probably not going to happen.
A little later I got interrupted.

“ Excuse me. “ I look up to see Cynthia one of our neighbors from down the street. She was new to the neighborhood. And was divorced with 3 kids. From what Misty had told me anyway.

“ Oh hi. Can I help you with something? “ I asked her being friendly and all.

“ Could I use your phone? My car broke down in front of your house. “

“ Sure it’s right there. “ I pointed to the phone on the wall.

“ Oh thank you. “ She smiles and turned toward the wall. And picked up the receiver and dialed some numbers.
I tried to return to my crunches.
Cynthia was a pretty good sized girl. Big tits and a big ass. In a black and orange dress.
Soon a heated argument broke out between her and her ex.
I tried not to act like I was paying attention. After all it was none of my business. But while she cussed him like a fucking dog. With her hand on her hip. I couldn’t help not to look at her caramel bare legs and her black pumps.
I’d never been particularly attracted to black girls. But my dick again grew hard and even twitched in my shorts. I looked up and noticed that she was looking at it. Knowing that I caught her looking she turned away. Obviously she didn’t want me to know that she was checking me out.
Which was no harm, cause I was just as guilty as she was.
She hangs up the phone.

“ It’s out of gas. The gauge ain’t right. “ She told me. I looked around the garage. And noticed my gas can.

“ I can fix that. “ I get up from the weight bench and get the can.

“ Are you sure? I don’t want to get all your gas. “

“ Don’t worry about it. This will get me out of cutting the grass. “ I said with a laugh. And out blocking my driveway was an older Buick Grand national. Early 80’s model I thought.

“ Nice car. “ I said to her.

“ Not really. I had a better one but my ex got it repossessed. So he gave me this old piece of junk. “
I proceeded to pour the gas in to the tank. I saved a little for the carburetor.

“ Pop the hood Babe. “ I said noticing that I called her Babe. Wondering if I fucked up. While I took off the air filter cover, and carefully poured the gas down the carb.

“ Okay try it. “ I said to her. She turned it over and it soon cranked.

“ Ahh. The sound of a V-8. The sound of performance. “ I said to myself. Cynthia had no idea what a treasure she had to drive. With a little body work. It could be an awesome car. I put the filter cover on and closed the hood. She still had the door open. And had her purse in her lap. Hunting for some money for the gas.

“ Oh you don’t have to do that. “ I said to her. Standing there with in her open door. I then see her looking at my bulging cock again. She turned the car off and smiled.

“ I really want to pay for the gas. “ She then pinched my cock between her finger and thumb. A little pre cum oozed from the head and stained my green shorts.

“ Don’t you have to work? “ I asked worried that she would be late.

“ I’m the boss! I get to work when I feel like it. “ She tells me licking her lips.
I reach for her hand, helping her out of the car. I slam the heavy door of the Buick. And silently walk hand in hand back to the garage.

I saw him through the hard working window wipers the rain was bucketing it down and had been for the last 20 miles. I had already decided that I would pull in at the next lay-by and make myself a cup of tea and a sandwich before I saw him it would be too dangerous to stop on the busy duel carriageway especially in poor visibility I just prayed he would make it too the lay-by without getting a lift.

I was on my way north from the busy city towards the Highlands of Scotland for a quite weekend of fishing and relaxation in my old camper van to get away from my bitch of a wife and two teenage daughters who had no respect for themselves never mind me. Many times when I set off in that old van I willed myself to keep going and never come back but I always turned around and came back home to a loveless marriage and two daughters whose only interest in me was how much they could get out of my wallet. I had married far too young no I take that back the stupidest thing I ever done was get married at all.

From a very young age I was more attracted to boys than I was girls. By the time I was 15 years old I was constantly wanking dreaming of having sex with friends or the new boy in school. I knew that was not right. I had to be a proper red blooded male there was no way I could be a poof ,a pansy , a cock jockey. I had to pull myself together stop thinking like this find a girl to love it was what my parents and siblings expected of me. I met Cathy when I was 17 she was a year younger. We had full sex the 3rd time we saw each other 6 months later she was pregnant and we decided to get married so off we went to the registry office put in our bans and 2 weeks later we were husband and wife and the only other two people who knew where my best mate and his girlfriend a guy I had wanked too and with many many times over the years.

After we had done the deed we went home told our families we were now Husband and wife we managed to get a council flat pretty quickly and settled down to a life of misery and poverty. Six months later I was the father of a beautiful daughter then 11 months later a second daughter popped it’s head into this world. That was just around the time that both me and Cathy realised that we hated each other but we had made our bed we just had to live with each other and get on with it.

I tried my hardest to be straight neither me nor Cathy put any effort into our sex lives sex with each other became a chore that took place on the rare occasion after we had both been drinking. But twice a day I was wanking to guys dreaming of sucking cock fucking and being fucked by my latest fantasy guy. When I was 20 I met John a 35 year old guy in a public toilet we had a cock flashing and watching session as we stood at the urinal another guy came in I tucked away and left he followed me out caught up with me and we ended up back at his place and for the first time ever I was in a bed naked with another guy. Sex with him was amazing and we began an affair but it only lasted about 6 weeks then he moved in with another guy and did not want to see me again.

I now had a taste for proper gay sex. Before John it had only been quick drunken wanks and the odd blow job with friends and most of those did not even know it had happened. I started to trawl cruising sites and public toilets looking for sexual encounters once or twice a month to satisfy my lust for cock and so it had continued for the past 14 years.

I had bought the old campervan 2 years previously and most weekends I would be off on my lonesome in search of good fishing spots and hopefully find some cock.

He looked about 20 years old and was soaking wet. I had pulled into the lay-by opened the side door of the van and already had the teapot on the stove and close to boiling when he reached the lay-by. I had been watching him approach and stood at the door of the camper. “How far are you going bud” I asked

“Heading for the Isle of Skye mate are you going that way” You could hear the hope in his voice.

“I am going all the way but unfortunately not direct I am stopping off at Glen Coe for the night but if your willing to wait until I have had some tea then I could take you that far”

“That would be great thanks”

“Come in out the rain then”

You could tell he was not an experienced hiker. He was wearing light weight clothing and trainers instead of water proofs and boots his back pack was just a normal back satchel the kind a student would carry his books in and although bulky would not have held a lot of clothing. He was clean shaven and soft skinned not a guy who was used to roughing it. Of medium build about 5ft 10 inches tall his light hair looked darker with the rain his clothing soaked and clinging to his body. I offered him some tea and a sandwich he was happy to accept the warm brew and fresh sandwich.

“So what’s in Skye that gets you out hitching in this weather” I asked trying to make conversation.

“I am hoping to find some work in the hotels up there”

It was only the beginning of May a little early for the summer season but he must have hoped for an early start.

“it’s a nice place have you worked there before”

“No this is the first time I will have been there a friend said you can always get work in the hotels with live in accommodation “

“Might be a bit early the summer season does not really start until the end of the month but you might get lucky”

“I hope so”

“Well you might be lucky if you don’t get Pneumonia in that wet clothing”

“Yea I know” “It was a rush decision to go it was dry when I left home”

“Do you have a change of clothing”

“Yea I have got some in my bag”

“Why don’t you change into those and we can try and dry the wet ones around the heater as we drive”

In the back of the small van the guy had no where to hide as he stripped out of his soaking wet clothing even his boxer shorts clung to him. He turned away from me as he removed the shorts and pulled on a pair of grey jogging bottoms the sight of his nice firm arse and low hanging balls sent the blood rushing to my cock and it stiffened rapidly.

We then set off on the 50 or so mile trip towards Glen Coe the heavy rain slowing progress on the narrow winding roads around Loch Lomond from Tarbet to Crainlarich. I introduced myself as Teddy and my fellow traveller introduced himself as Terry he was 18 years old and was leaving home after some family dispute that I never probed too deeply into it was clear the guy was upset and from the way he spoke it had been a rash decision to up and leave without much thought or money. As we travelled Terry came across as a decent lad and was soon laughing and joking along with me.

As we made the long steep climb up towards Glen Coe from Crainlarich the rain still pelting it down I made the suggestion that Terry could stay over night in the van with me and I could take him all the way to the Isle of Skye the following day.

PART TWO


Terry was happy to accept my offer. He said that he was worried that he would arrive on the Isle of Skye a bit late in the day to find work and would have to find somewhere to sleep rough overnight.

20 minutes later I was pulling onto a path that led to a secluded clearing about a mile from the main road. I had found this spot the previous year when I had another young companion with me but unfortunately my plan to seduce him failed miserably he bolted never to be seen again after I started being a little suggestive towards him.

We set up camp I got the generator going to provide light, power for the TV and DVD player and heating. The rain kept on falling confining us to the van. Terry was an easy guy to get along with friendly and smiley. I made us some sausage and eggs and Terry insisted on doing the washing up and I was happy to let him it would give me a good rear view as he bent over the sink.

After our food we settled down to watch a movie and have a beer on the bench style seating that would later convert into the only bed in the van. Three beers later I needed to piss and the choices being either go out in the rain or piss in the 5 gallon drum that I used for pissing in during the night my van being basic did not have toilet facilities. I stood pissing into the drum making sure that Terry could clearly see my cock if he was interested in looking. We broke open a fourth can each and Terry soon needed to relive himself. He turned away from me to piss which disappointed me

“Oh you are cruel” “turn sideways so I can see you piss” I said trying to make it sound like a joke.

“Why would you want to see me piss you nutter” Terry replied in a jovial tone.

“I want to see what I will be sucking on later” I fired back

Terry - “yea right that’s a girls only zone”

Me-“You have a lot to learn boy a mouth is a mouth and when the light is out that warm mouth on your cock can belong to anyone you want to imagine”

As he shook off the dregs Terry turned slightly giving me a glimpse of his young cut cock it was only a glimpse but enough for me to notice he was of average size with a nice shiny mushroom head.

Terry- “So are you not going to do any fishing tonight then”

Me- “No bud nothing around here I usually just park up here get the porn on and wank myself to sleep”

Terry – “you’re mental” “So have you got some good porn then”

Me – “yea one or two”

Terry – “Do you want me to go for a walk so you can whack one off”

Me – “No don’t be stupid you will get soaked again I will survive one night without a good wank”

Terry – “One night? I have not had one for 3 nights my balls are bursting that’s probably been the longest time without since I was about 12”

Me- “I normally can’t get to sleep until I have emptied my balls” “What’s the most wanks you have had in one day”

Terry – “I don’t know probably 3 I think”

Me – “Fuck when I was your age I was probably battering out at least five a day”

Terry – “I wish” “I share a room with my brother I don’t get that much privacy”

Me- “Fuck I used to have wanking competitions with my brother see who could cum the fastest”

Terry – “We have wanked together a couple of times but normally we wait till the lights are out but we can still hear each other banging one off”

Me- “So have you had a wanking session with any of your mates” I asked as I handed him his 5th can of Lager.

Terry – “What is this twenty questions on my wanking life”

Me – “Just interested when I was younger I wanked off with a few mates I was just wondering if guys still done that”

Terry – “Yea I bet you wanked them off”

Me – “Well some of them had nice suckable cocks”

Terry – “And I bet you sucked them”

Me – “I was brought up not too tell lies so I won’t answer that one”

Terry – “Ha but you have a guilty look on your face”

Me - “Right here is a hypothetical question” “Your staying at your mates house and you wake up during the night and he is sucking your cock” “would you just pretend your still sleeping and let him finish you off “ “Would you just turn away and go back to sleep or would you tell him to fuck off and leave you alone”

Terry – “This is weird let me think” “I would probably turn away and go back to sleep I think” “ What would you do ?”

Me – “Oh fuck I would let him finish me off then return the favour”

Terry – “I need another piss”
He got up and brought the piss drum from the cupboard under the sink. This time he was not so shy he stood side on pissing giving me a good view of what was now his semi hard cock he even smiled at me when he looked down from the ceiling to find me staring at his growing cock.



ANYONE WANT TO READ PART 3?

So recently I went on holiday and I had my own room and such so decided I wanted to have some fun while I was away, I went to a gay sauna and had my first threesome another night but for the weekend nights on the holiday and got chatting to a lad on Grindr who said he was on holiday for his friends stag as his friend was getting married, this man was quite kinky and experienced with men and basically wanted me to be his slut for the night; he was my type a lot and he was so hot and so I decided to ask him to come to my room which I have never hosted due to being nervous plus my hotel room walls were thin so was nervous hahah as I have trouble holding back my moans, he came instantly and we kissed and cuddled on the bed and he did everything right like biting my lip and grabbing and groping me hard all over, spanking my ass till my cheeks were red and just treating me like a pure slut and I loved it I went between his legs and sucked his dick slow, gentle and deep and he was loving it and we kept eye contact the whole time which to me is so sexy, From some of the pics I had sent him he knew I wore lingerie so he asked if I had it which I did so I put it on for him and he watched and touched me all over while I was putting it on them got back between his legs to suck him off and he couldn’t stop touching my lingerie and stuff it was so sexy, then he had me on my back between my legs with his dick rubbing against mine and moving back and forth I was leaking all over my thong and he was leaking all over me and he was teasing me with kisses; all to the point of having me beg him to fuck me which I was begging and teary eyed wanting it so when I got to this state he finally filled me up with his dick and started fucking me so deep, I have never been fucked so good in my life and it was hitting all the spots and the noises coming from my room must of been so dirty haha but I couldn’t help myself he came inside and it was a lot of cum and I had the best night but as he was leaving he then told me that it was his wedding and he was get the one getting married which I was stunned lying on my bed full of cum, his cum it was a weird feeling tbh especially after he fucked me like that, the next day I didn’t know how to feel but by the night time he messaged again asking to come over one more time before he goes home as we won’t see each other again and I said yes and he fucked me 3 times that last night, he fucked me missionary at first then we got a shower together and he fucked me in the shower and then finally as he was getting ready to go he got hard again and I rode and bounced on his dick, I have never had such a good sexual experience like this or came so much ever,

Chapter 1

I had a good buddy when I was in college. He was straight. I was "straight." For about two years we were just best friends. But I had to admit to myself that I had the hots for him.

He was really good looking. Golden blond hair, hazel eyes, a square jaw. He was fit and toned with broad shoulders and nice pecs. He had the build of a former high school basketball player, which he was. When he raised his arms I'd catch glimpses of his pit hair peeking out of his t-shirt or, as his shirt lifted up, the blond treasure trail that went from his belly button down into his shorts. Once, when he greeted me after having played a sweaty pick-up game, he lifted his left arm and, before I could react, pressed his sweaty pit into my face. I feigned disgust but could have cum right then and there. For him, however, this was just fratty horseplay.

He dated a lot. I didn't, much. Sometimes he'd come back to our dorm after meeting a girl and, before I could turn my head, thrust his middle finger under my nose so I could smell the pussy he'd just fingered and fucked. Part of me felt jealous. Another part of me just loved having a friend who was willing to share such intimate details. I'd never been this close to another guy. And I was happy to pretend I was totally straight. Back then, it made life a lot easier. In addition, it provided me with an incredible amount of access.

One time I was sitting at my desk. He wanted me to go with him to a party. I had a test the next day and said that I couldn't. I had to study. "I'm not joking," he said, moving right in front of me. "If you don't get up right now I'll pull down my shorts and flash you my junk."

This was supposed to be a threat instead of a promise. I played it straight. "Whatever, dipshit. I have to study. And you don't have the guts to show me your nuts." Of course he couldn't refuse the dare. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his gym shorts and quickly pushed them down. It all happened in a split second. I glimpsed his cock, his balls, and the light thatch of short blond pubes above his dick. Immediately after, almost as a reward, I said "Okay, I'll go with you."

When we went out we'd set our sites on different girls. He gravitated toward the slutty ones. I was more drawn to the ones who seemed open to an actual conversation. He got laid more, but somehow it didn't bother me much. I'd cheer him on because I knew he'd give me a full report afterwards. He'd tell me how he talked her into it, how she sucked him, how she tasted, how tight she was or wasn't, how much and how hard she made him cum. I loved these play-by-plays. They turned me on.

Pretty soon it hit me that our conversations could be even more direct and intimate. I could go after the girls he'd already fucked. We could compare our experiences and share every detail. I always felt just a little bit guilty about this. The girls had no knowledge of my agenda. It's clear to me now that when I screwed these young women I was really trying to experience things through my friend's eyes. Sometimes, when fucking them, I'd imagine that I was on the bottom and that, on the top, it wasn't me. It was my best friend, sweating and panting and straining and working up to an explosive orgasm. These girls might have been hot in and of themselves, but what made them seem even hotter was that fact that they'd already been fucked by my friend. Their mouths had tasted his cock; their pussies had been pounded by his dick.

I'd compare notes with him afterwards. I learned all sorts of things. He liked playing with their nipples. He also liked it when they played with his. He loved eating pussy. He loved the taste and the consistency of their juices. He loved titty-fucking. He loved it when they sucked his balls. He loved cumming in their snatches or in their mouths. Best of all, he liked cumming on their faces. He was so straight. And by engaging him in these conversations, I assured him (and me, for the most part) that I was straight, too.

But that wasn't quite true. I guess I'd now say that I'm bi. Believe it or not, this fact only began fully to dawn on me when I got into a relationship with one of his former hookups. She was a cute girl. More to the point, she was very liberal, very experimental, and very avant-garde. After a couple of weeks I asked, hypothetically, if she'd be open to a three-way between me, her, and another woman. She said yes. About a week later I asked, confidentially, if she'd be open to a three-way between me, her, and my best friend. Again she said yes. She was eager for it, in fact.

I broached the subject with him. I decided I'd have some fun doing it: "She raves over your cock, dude. Says it fits her just perfectly. She says mine is the perfect size to continue training her pussy, but yours is perfect to be the first in her ass." This was a bit of an insult. I implied that my dick was bigger than his. I added that she and I had been having some problems. We had been arguing a bit, so this was true. If he was in for the three-way, he'd be doing me a big favor and helping me to keep things going with her. He was my best friend. I had correctly predicted his response.

He paused, smiled, and said "Fuck yes!"

His answer made my dick throb. I was going to get to see him fuck my girl. Better yet, I'd be fucking her, too. We'd be naked and hard together. Getting off together. Sharing intimacies with each other. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck her standing up, with me in front nailing her pussy and him behind nailing her ass. Would I be able to feel his dick inside her? Would he pant and moan? Would he talk dirty? Would our balls rub together between her legs? As we fucked her, would we stare into each others eyes as we worked up to our orgasms?

I never found out. Before we got to execute our three-way, she broke up with me. At this point I don't remember why, but I do remember feeling very disappointed-and also very horny.

In the dorm where we lived I had a job collecting money from the laundry machines. This allowed me to do my laundry for free. My friend started to "let" me do his laundry for him. He had a presumptuous way of imposing on me, but I didn't mind. I'd do pretty much anything for him. And of course I sniffed his workout clothes and underwear, searching especially for pubes, damp spots, stains, and man smells. Part of me felt like a total pervert. Part of me felt like a grownup kid in a store filled with man-candy. I had some of the best orgasms of my life sniffing his boxers, his jock strap, and the pits of his t-shirts. I'd do it again. No regrets whatsoever.

He graduated and moved to another city with his girlfriend at the time. She had a job. He didn't. Their relationship ended abruptly and he moved back to our college town. He lived with me in my dorm room for about a month. He slept on the floor. By then, somehow, I got into the habit of popping his back for him. This was pretty innocent. I enjoyed the physical contact even though he usually had his shirt on. One night, after popping his back, he thanked me. "I needed that," he said, adding, "I don't know what I did to myself, but my back has never felt so sore." Still straddling him, I started to knead his shoulders. This led to a full back rub. A couple of minutes into it, he said, "hold on, I might as well make your job easier." He took off his shirt. I loved touching his skin and working his muscles. My hands dipped into his pits a couple of times and, since he was face-down, I could surreptitiously sniff the tips of my fingers.

He moved into his own apartment off campus and got a job as a waiter. He worked pretty late, but it became a habit for me to roll by his place for a beer or two once he was off. It also became a habit for me to give him a back rub most nights. He'd rub mine, too, but it was always quick and just enough to return the favor. My shirt usually stayed on. His always came off. Sometimes he'd lay face-down on the floor of his living room. Other times it was the floor of his bedroom. As time passed, the routine changed slightly. We'd go to his bedroom. He'd tell me to get on the floor and he'd pop my back and give me a quick massage. Then he'd get on the floor, shirt off, so that I could pop and massage his. One time, as I moved from popping his back to rubbing it, he told me to stop for a second. I lifted off and did my best to hide my hard-on. He got up, removed his shorts and socks, and wearing nothing but his boxers faced down on top of his bed.

"Might as well give me my back rub up here," he said. "That way, when you're done and you've got me all relaxed, I can go straight to sleep."

I didn't mind this one bit. "Anything you want," I told him.

He mentioned that his feet were sore from waiting tables all night. I could take a hint. I not only massaged his back and his arms but also his feet. I'm still not sure why, but his feet turned me on almost as much as the rest of him. I also massaged the muscles of his legs. I started with his calves and moved up to his hamstrings and quads. I had always admired his legs. They were strong, long, and covered with a nice dusting of blond fuzz. I stopped before my fingers reached the fabric of his boxers, but he didn't complain when I worked the muscles of his inner thighs. Actually, he did more than not complain. Very softly, he sighed. Then, he whispered: "God, that feels so good."

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Next chapter: Things heat up when we go camping...

I'm capturing my recollections not only to savor good times but also to help me process what happened. I'm grateful for your insights as well as your comments on my writing. I hope this story is as arousing for you as it's cathartic for me.

This is a true story of a chance encounter after a water main break at my apartment complex…

I was having an uneventful day. I left work, went to the gym and left for home. Pretty typical. I’m driving down the main road, and although it is well after commuter traffic, there is some traffic congestion. I saw flashing orange lights up ahead, but didn’t give it a second thought. I finally made it home and the first thing I wanted to do was make some dinner. I go to turn on the water faucet. There is no water. I thought to myself “fuck” did i not pay my water bill? Come to find out from the neighbors, there is a massive water main break. The traffic commotion was in fact the water department trying to fix the problem. There was no indication whether it would be fixed in an hour, two hours, a day, etc. whatever, I least it wasn’t because I forgot to pay the water bill.

I go about my business…sorry I am going to get graphic here…I went into the bathroom..at the end of the day and work out I needed to unload and I pooped out a massive log into the toilet completely oblivious I had no water. I went to flush, and thank goodness it all went down, but the tank didn’t fill back up. I was reminded “oh yeah, the water main break.” Next order of business- get in the shower. Again oblivious (you’d think I would have caught on by now), no water. “Fuckkkkk” I thought to myself. Now do I not only have body sweat from the gym all over, I have that nasty post workout hair, and a filthy ass to boot.

Strategically thinking, I need to go back to the gym. Too late- gym was about to close. Second option, go buy a couple of gallons of water so I can at least wash my hair and clean my ass. Deodorant can work well tomorrow for work if the water isn’t back on.

I get in my car and head two exits down where all the grocery stores, fast food restaurants, etc. are. I had planned to go to the grocery store but at this point I was hungry, and even though I normally don’t eat fast food for health reasons, I saw the Wendy’s sign and thought “that sounds soooo damn good right now.” I went to the drive thru, picked up a burger and drink and parked in the front parking lot to eat. While I’m sitting there I realize there is this massive truck refueling center right across the street. I called and asked if they had a shower and the lady on the phone confirmed they did.

I park out front of the “convenience store” part of the station, go in and pay $10 bucks to use the shower. Actually it was closer to $15 because I bought a razor and paid for their towel service. All of this was pretty uneventful. I entered the shower area which was like a mini gym locker room without the lockers. There were five showers I think- somebody was in one of them- a bench, a counter and a sink area with two sinks. Since I didn’t come prepared I was just wearing t shirt, sweatpants and flipflops.

When I finished my shower, I went to dry off and get dressed. I still had my unused razor, but the person in the shower was now using the sink and his stuff was spread out over both sink areas. It would have been awkward to shave so close to this stranger. While I was waiting we started making small talk and he asked what “rig” I was driving. I explained I didn’t drive a rig, and was there because of a water main break. I’ve actually always been intrigued. What the heck is inside one of these big 18 wheeler trucks. Needless to say this guy was a trucker and was there on a long haul and this was just a overnight stop for him. He ends up offering to let me see the inside of his rig. At this point, it must’ve been pushing I’m saying 10 PM and I had an early day at work the next day and was really super tired, but I was curious what was inside this truck and he was being very generous to show me and those two things combined, I took up his offer for him to show me the truck. He introduced himself as Chad and we shook hands. To be honest I can’t remember what the guys name was but I think it was Chad.

We headed across the parking lot as we passed so manyof these trucks lined up one after the other. When you get up close to one of them, you realize how massive they are. His was bright red and had an extended cab. It took a couple of steps to climb in. Chad opened the door and told me to crawl in on the driver side and then he got in on the passengers side. The first thing that I asked him was why the truck was running when he was not even in it. He told me that the trucks are designed to keep running for long periods of time, even idle. Plus since he’s sleeping in the cab, the engine powers the air conditioner. Good ta know.

Behind the front seats there was an entire mini living unit all in this one tiny box. Microwave, tv, dvd player, and a bed- it looked wider than a single bed, but narrower than a double bed. Everything was really nice even down to the cool lighting and (relatively) tall ceiling. I commented on the tv and we shuffled to the back cab area, and turned it on, we were both sort of scrunched next to each other in this confined space. There was a shelf that had a few dvd movies and I started to read through the titles. None of them were remotely my interest but there did appear to be at least a few porn flicks, one of them which came the point of conversation was called something like “frankenweenie” -you can’t make this shit up. Chad starts to tell me the true story of this marine who gets his pecker cut off by his psycho girlfriend. They are later able to recover this detached member and reattach it…the star of this movie is that guy “in real life”. Well well well. I have to see this movie.

Chad asked me if I wanted him to put it on, I could NOT resist, out of morbid curiosity. I adjusted my position on the bed to get the perfect angle and while he was putting it on, he said it was ok to lay down, just to take my shoes (flipflops) off. The tv was perfectly angled. This movie starts playing and it’s run of the mill straight porn, but I start to get aroused by the movie and the more I tried not to think about it the harder I got. Chad seemed to take notice and said, glancing down inconspicuously, “guess you like it” as he chuckled. He started to lay down next to me and sort of nudged me over. Two people could fit on this bed, but two people were kinda tight. Meanwhile my tent is exposed but I’m trying to ignore it. He makes a noise like “tdo tdo tdo” and briefly wiggles my cock unexpectedly. Trying to ignore what’s going on, I see that he is sporting a major boner through his shorts.

At this point my heart was racing…a lot was happening so quickly out of the blue. It seemed like ten minutes had passed and with a lot of hesitation, I reached over and did the same to him very quickly. He was rock hard. Not too long after his hand came over and started rubbing my cock through my sweatpants. Unexpectedly he pulls down the front of my sweatshirt just enough to start sucking my cock. The man wanted my bologne meat and hooked onto like a newborn calf to a cows teat.

Just after a few minutes - it wasn’t long- he said “roll over a sec”…and as I complied he pulled down the back part of my sweats- I wasn’t wearing any underwear- he immediately dove his tongue into the crack of my ass. In no time he was attacking my butthole with his tongue like a puppy dog in a jar full of peanut butter. I just stayed still- frozen- in this prone like position- my mind pondering how I got myself into this bizarre situation…I’m literally thinking, waking up “this morning” I never thought I would close out the day with another persons tongue inside the inner ring of my asshole.

Meanwhile I am still hard as a rock, and he’s using all this spit he has generated to slather my cock while he’s alternating between jacking me like a milk cow, to sucking my cock and balls. I have large balls and I’m glad he would alternate between sucking each one independently because I’ve had chicks try to put both in their mouth at the same time and they’re too big- hurts!

A few of his hand strokes later a bust like a trip valve on a west Texas oil well. I’m squirting my cream all over the edge of his bed. He must have continued eating my ass for another 30 minutes- I was sorting going in and out of consciousness I was so tired and relaxed.

I sensed some movement from him and realized he had maneuvered his penis, obviously toward my butthole. Without any hesitation he just started to push it in. My body language would have told him I wasn’t taking it, but he was persistent enough to wedge the tip in. My ass clenched and forced it out, but he pushed his cock head in again- but deeper so it couldn’t as easily be pushed out. I just laid there in a bit of pain, but the exotic nature of this cock told me to stick with it. He started pumping in slow thrusts. This went on for a while until I felt no pain, just pressure. But this acceptance led him to continue to go deeper. I was sensing every inch of that sausage go in, then out, then back in, but deeper.

I’m taking this cock as best as I can but seriously it was beginning to hurt. I was moaning on each income thrust- it was not pleasure it was giving in to pain. I tried to “pull off of it” a few times, but he was quick to hold it in and slow down. I was entranced and confused and aroused by his balls that would sometimes slap up against mine. I felt his ball hair whiskers that felt like a mild scotch pad tickling my taint. Towards the end he had really picked up the tempo and was sort of pulling down on my left shoulder with his arm as he maintained balance with his right arm. I’m moaning at this point, and although he has been totally silent through this, he really picks up the pace.

He topped off with an odd ogre like grunt with a few guttural and indignant cock thrusts. He had been respectful up to this point but turned more animal like as he humped his semen inside me.

When it was over I literally limped like a street whore back to my car. I never got this guys number or anything. All I could think about was my burning asshole- I couldn’t wait to get home to sit in some epsolm salts. The first thing I did was turn the faucet on in the tub. While it was filling I sat on the toilet and unloaded so much cum, it felt like I was actually pooping. While I am agonizing through the ass pain I realize…the water is back on and running….